The Sacred Microphone Part #1

 

    Hi! Sorry I couldn't post the Friday's picture. But instead, I have a new story! It's a spinoff of Harry Potter, so I hope you like it!

I'm not done yet, so these are just parts of it so far.

The Sacred Microphone

Sarayu Bhumula

“Hermione…” Harry said, fully dressed in his Quidditch robes. “I can’t— Where’s Ron?”

“Professor Sprout gave him detention. You don’t want to know why,” Hermione replied. “You were saying?”

“Right. Professor McGonagall gave me an excuse to skip Potions,” Harry said, grinning. “I need to practice for the Quidditch game this Saturday.”

“Oh. Lucky you. I’ll tell the redhead to meet you outside once he comes back,” Hermione said.

“Thanks,” Harry said, jogging away.

Hermione walked down into the dungeons, nearly late for her Potions lessons with Professor Snape. To her surprise, there were only four other people in the cold, dark classroom, including Professor Snape. Hermione recognized Seamus Finnigan, a wiry Gryffindor student who was also one of Harry’s close friends. And to her disappointment, she also recognized Draco Malfoy, an insolent Slytherin student, also Professor Snape’s so-called favorite.

There was also a tall, quiet girl with long brown hair who Hermione heard many rumors about: Annalise Woodburn. Her parents were both Muggles, and she grew up just like Hermione, soaking up all the information she could about the wizarding world. 

Hermione turned to Seamus. “Seamus, where is everyone?” She asked.

“Most of the students have gone to practice Quidditch,” Seamus replied. Before he could say another word, Professor Snape ordered, “Sit.”

They sat.

“Today we will be going over how to bewitch the mind of a leprechaun—”

The shelves in the back of the dungeon pounded. 

“What was that?” Annalise squeaked out of fear.

“Draco, I told you to close the jar tightly,” Snape said, gritting his teeth.

“Professor— I swear, I did—,” Malfoy managed to reply before Snape stormed toward the back of the room. Hermione watched, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Professor, what’s in—?” Hermione tried to ask before Snape interrupted.

“Did I call on you, Miss Granger?”

Hermione put her head down. “No, Professor.”

Snape answered her question anyway. “It’s a crucial potion I’ve been working on over the past few days. If even a droplet of the unfinished elixir manages to spill out, it could be deathly.”

“It’s an elixir?” Malfoy asked, interested. “You’ve never told me that before.”

“And why would I tell you that?” Snape asked, struggling to fight the pounding jar.

Malfoy walked to his desk, sulking.

The jar pounded again, more loudly this time. A few things were knocked off the shelves, near Malfoy’s desk.

“Controlling the Essence of Basilisk?” Malfoy read the book title out loud.

“What’s that?” Seamus asked, pointing to a shiny silver object on the floor just as Snape turned around.

“Don’t pick that—,” He began to say. But it was too late. Malfoy picked up the microphone and suddenly started belching a Muggle children’s song, dancing along to it.

“If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands,

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.

If you’re happy and you know it and you really want to show it,

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.”

Hermione and Annalise giggled.

“What’s happening?” Malfoy yelled in the middle of his lyrics.

“What you’re holding in your hands is the Sacred Microphone,” Snape said.

“That’s the Sacred Microphone?” Hermione asked in awe. “I’ve read about it before! Whoever possesses it in their hands is gone into an endless repeat of singing and dancing.”

“Thanks for that information,” Malfoy said sarcastically, his legs turning him around and around as if they had a mind of their own.

“Let go of it!” Snape hollered over Malfoy’s singing.

Malfoy dropped the microphone, but continued singing and dancing.

“That’s what I expected would happen. You’ll be singing and dancing for four days,” Snape said.

“Four days?” Malfoy screamed.

“Unless…” Snape paused for dramatic affect, looking at Hermione, Seamus, and Annalise.

“Unless what? Now’s not the time for drama!” Malfoy screamed, furious.

Hermione couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Nobody looks serious while singing a children’s song, especially not Malfoy.

“Unless you three create the antidote using four main ingredients. If you manage to do it by the end of class time, I’ll give you each ten house points.”

Hermione and Seamus high-fived.

Stay tuned for the next parts!