SECRET DIARIES OF HOGWARTS: BOOK TWO!
[PLEASE READ THIS PART, AS IT IS HIGHLY SILLY AND POSSIBLY PROFITABLE TO YOU, THE READER]
Scary-minded people asked for them, scary-minded people got them. Revealed now are the further very secret diaries from Year Two, dedicated to Cassie. You people are freaks for wanting more of these things. I weep for you all. Of course, I write them. I weep for myself, as well. :*)
Once again, read these diaries in the chapter order they are presented, in order to get all the jokes and thus fulfill the prophesy which has been foretold. If you haven't read the first Diaries from Year One, read them now. Feel free to ignore the actual numerical value of the dates in opposition of when these things happened in the book, because the numbers don't matter. That's right, they don't matter, like the "Do Not Disturb" sign you put on your hotel room door. They don't matter like the second person you ever slept with.
Regardless of what you people think of this batch, I'm going to write Book Three Diaries in just a little while, in order to write all about Lupin getting mad schnoogles from Black. I find that amusing and will dedicate that entire part to my friend Aja, who is sick in the head as well as both her elbows. If anyone out there in ReaderLand has something specific they'd like to see in the third batch, let me know!
(If you're holding your breath for Ron/Harry, I'm glad to tell you that I'll be writing about that very soon, right after I drop dead in my tracks and rot for a million years and sell my body to a medical institute.)
Note to you legal types: Harry Potter and the other smack-down funky people in these stories are property of Zeus' right hand, J.K. Rowling, whose domains extend past the Lands Over the Sea and beyond, right into Wisconsin.
Note to people who are offended by SLASH and INNUENDO: These diaries have all of the latter and none of the former. The most offensive word in this story, so far as I can remember, is "shag." None of this story is sexually explicit, but only hints at slashy junk in an effort to mock all the badly- written cliche slash out there. This story has a PG-13 rating. Don't read this story if you don't like that kinda stuff, and DON'T say I didn't warn you!
Note to people who are offended by stupid things: Don't read ANYTHING I write ever, or you will go blind.
As always, fan fiction is dumb. Don't read it.
Enjoy!
[PLEASE READ THIS PART, AS IT IS HIGHLY SILLY AND POSSIBLY PROFITABLE TO YOU, THE READER]
Scary-minded people asked for them, scary-minded people got them. Revealed now are the further very secret diaries from Year Two, dedicated to Cassie. You people are freaks for wanting more of these things. I weep for you all. Of course, I write them. I weep for myself, as well. :*)
Once again, read these diaries in the chapter order they are presented, in order to get all the jokes and thus fulfill the prophesy which has been foretold. If you haven't read the first Diaries from Year One, read them now. Feel free to ignore the actual numerical value of the dates in opposition of when these things happened in the book, because the numbers don't matter. That's right, they don't matter, like the "Do Not Disturb" sign you put on your hotel room door. They don't matter like the second person you ever slept with.
Regardless of what you people think of this batch, I'm going to write Book Three Diaries in just a little while, in order to write all about Lupin getting mad schnoogles from Black. I find that amusing and will dedicate that entire part to my friend Aja, who is sick in the head as well as both her elbows. If anyone out there in ReaderLand has something specific they'd like to see in the third batch, let me know!
(If you're holding your breath for Ron/Harry, I'm glad to tell you that I'll be writing about that very soon, right after I drop dead in my tracks and rot for a million years and sell my body to a medical institute.)
Note to you legal types: Harry Potter and the other smack-down funky people in these stories are property of Zeus' right hand, J.K. Rowling, whose domains extend past the Lands Over the Sea and beyond, right into Wisconsin.
Note to people who are offended by SLASH and INNUENDO: These diaries have all of the latter and none of the former. The most offensive word in this story, so far as I can remember, is "shag." None of this story is sexually explicit, but only hints at slashy junk in an effort to mock all the badly- written cliche slash out there. This story has a PG-13 rating. Don't read this story if you don't like that kinda stuff, and DON'T say I didn't warn you!
Note to people who are offended by stupid things: Don't read ANYTHING I write ever, or you will go blind.
As always, fan fiction is dumb. Don't read it.
Enjoy!