Harry Potter and the Blatant Copyright Infringement!

Disclaimer:  Mosquitoes suck.

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Chapter Fifteen : Didja Get that Thing I Sentcha?

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Harry got to keep the Golden Snitch he caught.  They didn’t want it back, after it had been in his nose and all.

“Well, this chapter is off to a raring stop,” Ron said with a yawn.

“Yep,” Hermione agreed, not looking up from her absorbing pastime of twiddling her thumbs.

“Anybody wanna play with my Snitch?” Harry asked, holding the little golden ball up.

“No,” the other two replied quickly.

The rest of the night was boring, so the authors skipped to breakfast.  Harry, Ron, and Hermione woke up to the sound of skipping, which was a bit disconcerting all things considered.

“That sounded like two authors,” Hermione said.

“Hermione, get out of our room!” Ron exclaimed, pointing at the door with one hand while pulling his blankets to his chin with the other.

Breakfast was especially good that morning; it consisted of all young people’s favorite morning food -- cold pizza.  Also, mail was delivered.  Owls swooped in bearing envelopes and packages.  They disappeared as quickly as they came.  

Ron stared at his plate.  “Either there are chocolate chips in the pizza, or one of the owls had an accident.”

“That’s disgusting,” said Hermione.

“Don’t tell me.  Tell the owl,” Ron replied.

The doors banged open, and Dobby rushed along the aisle between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.  He skidded to a halt next to Harry and grabbed a package with Elation.

Elation yanked his package out of Dobby’s hands, said, “Don’t touch my mail,” and stormed out.

Harry missed all of this as he was busy examining a long, broom-shaped package in front of him stamped with ‘New Broom!’ in bright red ink.

“Wonder what it is?” Harry mused as he began tearing away the paper.  As he did, a voice from inside proclaimed, “Congratulations on the new broom!”

“No clue,” Ron said in response to Harry, shaking his head.

The paper gave way, and a box stamped in bright, neon green letters proclaimed: “Contents: One New Broom.”  The letters flashed rhythmically.  As Harry, still puzzled, quizzically lifted the lid, a deep voice from inside the box boomed, “BROOM!”

“Just open it, the suspense is killing me!” Ron said, on the edge of his seat.

“It’s a broom!” Harry exclaimed as he threw the lid across the room, smacking Goyle in the back of the head with it.

“Hey, there’s a card,” Ron said, leaning over and pulling a little slip of paper out.  “To Harry Potter, from someone who is so completely not a bad guy.  P.S.: Mwahaha.”

“Hmm…that’s not suspicious at all,” Harry mused as he stared down at the broom.  “After all, the only bad guy around here is Snape, and why would Snape send me a broom?”

Inside the box, lying in the packing peanuts, was a brand new Buttmover 6 7/8.

It was shiny.

“Aw, crap,” Harry said, hanging his head.

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It’s about time Harry got a Buttmover.  Don’t you agree?