This choice: Change the rules to let him do whatever he wants • Go Back...Chapter #3Change the rules to let him do whatever he wants by: Mr. George   Harry turned the book over in his hands. Suspicion pumping through his veins, the memory of Tom Riddle's diary and it's consequences far too fresh in his memory.
Ready to slam it closed, Harry cautiously opened the hard cover. There was some hand written notes inside the cover.
Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff proudly present 'The Hogwarts Rule Book'.
As he watched in disbelief, more letters appeared written by an invisible hand.
.. to Harry Potter. Whom we trust to use it wisely.
Briefly the four house crests flared into print before fading back to nothing.
With a snort he realised it was one of Fred and George's new products. He had to admit he was impressed with the quality. Even the founder's names were correct, each looked to be written in their own hand. Smirking he wrote down his first instruction.
Ginny Weasley grows to an EE-cup, and is happy with her plentiful, and surprisingly pert bust.
The writing glowed with pitch-black light before fading from the page.
It was very well presented, Harry thought, enjoying the details. Perhaps time to settle some scores. He chuckled to himself, imagining the fun he would have if only it were real.
Draco Malfoy is the busty daughter of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, 'Drusilla Malfoy'. A closet lesbian, and submissive, under the thumb of any dominant female.
"If only... If only..." Harry thought to himself, as those words too flared and vanished from the page.
Slipping the book inside his bag, he headed to the library. He could thank the twins later for the present, and compliment them on their work. It was odd, he felt, that given how gifted the twins were. How intuitive their magic that they didn't do better in their exams.
Hermione didn't like when the boys were late to their little study group. In fact, she'd confided that she needed Harry there just to ensure Ron would turn up. Harry wished they'd just talk, and be open about their feelings.
Leaping down the stairs two at a time, he darted past Crabbe and Goyle. Not wanting a confrontation, nor wanting to appear weak. The thuggish pair didn't even offer any insults, as Harry passed them. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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