Harry Potter and the Donut Island

Chapter 1


    Flight 4 8 13 Magic magesticly flew throught the airs. Harry and his classmates were taking their magic vacation. Lead by there magic prof. Dr. DumbleDoor.
Ahead of Harry Potter and his friends were his class mates, Nevil and Fatmen. Nevil was always picked on for being a dweeb and Fatmen was so fat no one thought he could do magic, or sit in just one seat. The two boys chatted
    "I'm ascared of flying, I don't understand how it goes." Nevil reminded his best friend Fatmen.
Fatmen let his plump finger land on his super chins. This was a technique they learned in magic school to increase brain waves.
    "I got it, of course! Lets ask herminie for a spell." The Fatmen bellowed.
    "But we are on vacation, we cannot use spells."
    "Oh, your right Nevil" Fatmen pondered again. "What about her friends, Harry and Ron, thoughs three are resourceful"
    "Good idea." nevil Cheered on the fat guy.
    "Hey Potter Plus, look over here" Fatmen flayalled.
    But it was too late, the chucks flew and flew.
    "Blarff! and Scrarff!"
    The class aruppted in laughter.
    "Narlly Wack Stack" Ron said in amazement
    Harry didn't pay much attention to barfmen, and the commotion. He too was worried about there flight.   Harry knew the bad guy 'Voltamore' is still on the loose and ready to strike. Harry sticks his hand out the window, and felt the stormy wind go by. It seemed to talk to him.
    It said "Thunder Thunder, Lightning"
    All of the sudden the plane started to shake and all the student were whipped about. Except for Fatmen.
Dimbledoor stuck his head out of the cockpit where he was piloting and comforted the children.
    "Shut up nose wipes, nothing will happen.
    Just then nothing happenned.
    Just then the plane split in half.
    "Woah!" Fatmen said, being pulled from his seats.
    Harry began to cast the fix it quicks it spell. But Dumble countered.
    "No magic" He reminded, wagling his finger "minus 50 points for gryphondor"

    Ben and Hurely from Lost were jamming on some boneless ribs.
    "Tender stuff." Ben said heartlessly.
    "Tubes." Hurley agreed.
    Smoke filled the sky, Ben tuggged on Hurelys shirt and pointed to a plane overhead.
    Hurely cram jammed some more ribs in his mouth.
   "Its time for our first customers."

Chapter 2

    The kids of Gryphondor sat in some life rafts. Most of them cried, the rest slapped the criers to fill them with senses.
    "Pull yoursleves together" They said in unison.
    Dr. Dumbledor blew up a raft and got on it and started talking to the kids.
    "I'll come back for the plane tomorrow," He muddered, then turned to the sad dumb kids "Okay, okay, is everone here?"
    "All of Gryphon is accounted for." Malfow said.
    "Neato, lets get out of here then."
    But Dumbledoor was misinformed, Malfow knew three students were missing.

    "Great! Now I'm trapped on an the Island with Ron and Herminie." Harry said in eximent. "Now I can finally live out my fantasy of being on Lost."
    "There is no such thing as Lost" Said the incredably wrong Herminie.
    "This will be more like Lord of the Flys" Ron smirked.
    "I call piggy!" The three all yelled at once.
    "I'm the only piggy around here" Hurly said.
    "Hurely from lost!" Harry squealed.
    Harry ran up to hug the larger than life man.
    Hurely sat harry down on his knee.
    "Now what can I do for you little boy" Hurely asked.
    "I want a new magic stick, and a new magic broom, but moses of all I want to be on the Lost Island."
    "Well that one is easy, you are on the Lost Island."
    "Okay, well that was fun." Harry pondered his next move "I guess I want off the Island now."
    "I cannot help you there my boy." Hurely Bellowed. "But I can give you some presents."
    Hurely pulled out a giant backpack of stuff and pulled out some neatly wrapped gifts.
    "For you Harry, I give you a piece of parchment from Dumbledoors desk"
    Harry smiled, he couldn't say a word.
    "To Ron, I give my lucky sword of Gryphondor."
    Ron fist pumped till he was blue in the face.
    "Herminie, Are you ready to believe in me?"
    "Sure" Herminie said.
    "Have this missing piece of the island."
    He gave her a mean looking clump of Dirt. But not like, in a bad way.

Chapter 3

    Harry other Harry and the girl walked down the road till they got to the center of the island.
    "I bet this is how we get home" Harry lead the way.
    The three found their way to the heart of the island, this is where the three trials began.

Trial 1

    The first trial is they meet The Bad Guy,
    So they repel down this big shaft to the heart of the island. When they get to the bottom they see a big door that would be tough to open but not impossible. Like trying to open an automatic door manually.
    But before they can try to open it, no nose appears before them.
    "Prepare to give me your soul Harry Potter and friends" Lord Volvo procaimed.
    But Ron moved with muscle reflex and stabbed him with the sword, this made No Name burst into black smoke. And the sword is gone too, so don't ask about that.

Trial 2

    They open the door to reveal Ben.
    "Leaving so soon?" He said saddly "You just got here, I've been so lonely with just the Hurely."
    "Sorry we have to go" Herminie said polietly.
    "I'll tell you what, stay for a little longer and I'll tell you all the secrets to lost."
    Harry remembered the parchment spell he learned and made a piece of dumbledoors parchemnt appear and wrote some words on it. He then sent the parchemant in an owl to be delived. Ben got the letter and open it.
    "It says I've been accepted into magic school" Ben was so happy, he had never won anything in his life.
    "Now you can come visit us." Harry said.
    Ben skipped away.

Trial 3

    Herminie puts the dirt in the center of the donut Island, thus compleating its shape. They all get teleported to the infirmery.

    "What an adventure" Dumbledor said. "For your bravery, 40 points to gryphondor.

    Harry was growing up, but these adventure always grew him up the most. He looked out the hospital bed window, with was storming, but he knew the hospital woulldn't crash into an island. All was well.

The End?

Harry Potter vs. Lost

Harry Poter and the odd smelling closets

Chapter 1

   "This dang closet is rank" said Harry, yelling at the top volume possible
   "Tubes" Ron agreed.
   The two boys of magic school had just opened up the worst smelling clothes hole ever and now they were paying the price. They ran around in circle with their hands over their noses praying for their noses to be vanished with a spell.
   "If only we knew what caused this mystery" Ron said like a Brit.
   Just then the door to their lush dorm room exploded, and in popped their arch nemesis Malfow.
   "Wow Harry, you sure suck at smelling good." The Fow laughed with a harty snort.
   "This was all your doing, monster." Harry acused, knowing full well, Mal was capable of doing this with his magic spells.
   "It wasn't me, I don't knwo who did it."

   It was at this time that word was getting around about the smells coming from our heroes room. Other closets soon became cursed aswell with the smell of "barf farts" as the Doctor Dumbledoor put it. The word spread all the way to Boston.
   Sargent Broils of Fringe slapped a cool file on private Olive's messy desk.
   "Another case for Fringe division. This one is a toughy, surely the Pattern is growing stronger by the second." The every cool Broils slammed a pair of shuds shade and moon walked out of the room.
   "A magic case, I'll need the Bishop brothers, Peter and Walter."
However at the same time Peter had just recieved a letter in the mail. He opened the letter and cried "I've been acsepted into magics school!"

Chapter 2

   Peter never won anything in his live so this was a big deal to him. Okay so, Peter jumped on his moter cycles and drove to gryphandore to go get his dorm. Walter hid in the trunk. "I want to go too" Walter whispered over and over again as he ate tiny bits of liqureish he cut up into tiny squares.

   Back at Magic School, Harry was attending Magic class. Doctor DumbleDoor waved his wand and made class begin.
   "Today we will be learning the fresh air spell." Dr. D proclaimed.
   Herminie jumped up, "I already know the spell Dr. D!" She forcefully shoved in everyones face. "It won't help the bad spell coming from Harry's Closet."
   "Maybe I can help, my name is Peter Bishop." Peter said from the back of the class.
   'Who could this be?' Harry thought. So Dr. DumbleDoor, Harry, and Peter go to the closet in Harry's Room. Peter examined the room, it was very smelly. Olive and Walter walked into the room.
   "No girls allowed" Harry shrieked.
   "Its okay I'm L.A.P.D." Olvie said
   Walter, with hankery covering his nose looked in the closet.
   "I believe his closet has an electon over load, probably caused by too many electrolights."
   "The electrolight spell!, only volimor- I mean he who has no name knows that spell."

Chapter 3

   Walter took Harry's closet back to his lab and ran experiments on it. He had the Closet play basket ball till he smelled good.
   "This is crazy it will never work" Peter schoffed.
   But then it worked and Peter was like "Whatever".
   The bad guy was still out there, maybe he was watching them. Or maybe not, but Harry was glad Ron, the closet, and him were friends again.
   "Points for everyone" Dr. Dumblefloor yelled.
   "Looks like were not so differen't after all fellow old man" Walter chummed

   In a dark alley somewhere the Pattern and no name get together.
   "Looks like our cross over failed" The pattern cried.
   "Never fear" Volume comforted. "I believe we will win if we try and try, we can do it"

THE END?

Harry Potter vs. Fringe