Post by RandomPasserby on Sept 26, 2014 14:30:59 GMT -5
For those of you who haven't heard of this, it's being called the best possible troll fic since My Immortal.
www.fanfiction.net/s/10644439/1/Hogwarts-School-of-Prayer-and-Miracles
A re-write of the Harry Potter books written by an American housewife who is afraid Harry Potter will turn her children into witches.
Featuring - the replacement of magic with Christian prayer, the transplantation of Hogwarts to America, the replacement of Hermione and McGonagall with girlish smiling clones, careerwoman!Petunia preaching evolution, gay stereotype!Vernon baking brownies.
Nobody is entirely sure whether the thing is genuine or a trollfic but what it is is alternately hilarious, deeply saddening and cringingly embarassing.
Highlights include
www.fanfiction.net/s/10644439/1/Hogwarts-School-of-Prayer-and-Miracles
A re-write of the Harry Potter books written by an American housewife who is afraid Harry Potter will turn her children into witches.
Featuring - the replacement of magic with Christian prayer, the transplantation of Hogwarts to America, the replacement of Hermione and McGonagall with girlish smiling clones, careerwoman!Petunia preaching evolution, gay stereotype!Vernon baking brownies.
Nobody is entirely sure whether the thing is genuine or a trollfic but what it is is alternately hilarious, deeply saddening and cringingly embarassing.
Highlights include
"Thank you very much for your concern, sir, but he does not need your religion, he has science and socialism and birthdays. Haven't you heard of Evolution? I have a very good textbook on Evolution that I could give you on it if you would like to learn things."
A tall, thin man with a long, pointed beard and big, wire spectacles stood in front of Harry. He was wearing a brown, tweed suit and a nice, matching hat. His shoes were made of leather and polished until they shone. He had a smile much like Hagrid's smile. So peaceful, Harry just knew he could trust him! A lovely, kindly young woman with flowing blonde hair and a pleasant, heart-shaped face stood beside this holy man.
"Hello, there, little one," the man greeted amicably. "I am the Reverend Albus Dumbledore, and this is my wife, Minerva.
"Hello, there, little one," the man greeted amicably. "I am the Reverend Albus Dumbledore, and this is my wife, Minerva.
Dumbledore cried kindly; and then got down on his knees. Everyone else did the same. Raising his large, massive, manly hands up to the heavens, Dumbledore bellowed in a voice even louder than Hagrid's had been, "Lord, please take us to the kitchen!"
the reverend's wife chuckled, before getting down to her knees and raising her own hands upwards. "Dear Lord, please set the table with the sky-blue cloth and the Sunday dishes, and please give us biscuits fried golden brown and gravy, creamy mashed potatoes, my great aunt Eleanor's corn casserole, corn on the cob slathered with butter, and for dessert, some chocolate raspberry cookies."
"There is a man named Voldemort who wants to destroy all that we stand for. He is pushing an agenda in congress which will stop us from practicing our faith freely."
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind when the Reverend Dumbledore came onto the Great Hall's stage; and dropped down to his knees; and raised his hands skyward; and screamed, "Dear Lord, please provide these devout young ones with three strips of bacon or links of sausage each-two for the ladies-a bowl of hardy oatmeal flavored with cinnamon and apple chunks; two poached eggs cooked all the way through; home fries seasoned with garlic; a glass each of orange juice and milk; and dishes up to the task."
"I don't hate Slytherin Hats!" Harry declared boldly. "I think they should become Gryffindor Hats; but that is because I love them! Besides, the Lord ate with sinners all the time!"
The Great Hall burst into applause as a red and yellow baseball cap with a lion embroidered on the front appeared on Harry's head. He hopped deftly off the table and landed on his little feet. He could feel the love of the Lord surging through him; and he knew he had made the right decision.
He was even more sure of his decision when Hermione dashed across the cafeteria to give him a big, spontaneous hug. She too was sporting a red and yellow baseball cap; although her cap had a kitten on it instead of a lion
He was even more sure of his decision when Hermione dashed across the cafeteria to give him a big, spontaneous hug. She too was sporting a red and yellow baseball cap; although her cap had a kitten on it instead of a lion