User:Mike Mike Mike/Years Of School/Episode:The Powerful Animal Max Part 2
|The Powerful Animal Max Part 2|
|First aired:||Mar 27th 2011|
|Written by:||Mr. muggles mike|
|Directed by:||Mr. muggles mike|
- James and the gang descover Donna's ability.
“You’re the only one who knows how to get past that creature. aren’t you, Donna?” said James anxiously. “And you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you? Not even one of the teachers?” “Not a soul knows except me and Miss Magpie,” said Donna proudly. “Well, that’s something,” James muttered to the others. “Donna, can we have a window open? I’m boiling.” “Can’t, James, sorry,” said Donna. James noticed her glance at the fire. James looked at it, too. “Donna — what’s that ?” But he already knew what it was. In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a small, black box. Which a small dog climed out of it. “Ah,” said Donna, fiddling nervously, “That’s — er…” “Where did you get it, Donna?” said Michael, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the dog. “It must’ve cost you a fortune.” “Made it,” said Donna. “Las’ night. I was down in the village havin’ a few drinks an’ got into a game of cards with a stranger. Got the idea, made him when I got back.” “But what are you going to do with it when it grows?” said Jenny. “Well, I’ve bin doin’ some readin’,” said Donna, pulling a large book from under his pillow. “Got this outta the library — Dog Breeding for Pleasure and Profit — it’s a bit outta date, of course, but it’s all in here. Yeh' see, I made Max with my ability. I gave him the ability to breathe fire!" She looked very pleased with herself, but Jenny didn’t. "Donna, you live in a wooden house ,” she said. But Donna wasn’t listening. She was humming merrily as he stoked the fire. So now they had something else to worry about: what might happen to Donna if anyone found out he was hiding an fire breathing dog in her hut.
“Wonder what it’s like to have a peaceful life,” Michael sighed, as evening after evening they struggled through all the extra homework they were getting. Jenny had now started making study schedules for James and Michael, too. It was driving them nuts. Then, one breakfast time, Harry got a note from Donna. She had written only two words: Come quick.
Michael wanted to skip History and go straight down to the hut. Jenny wouldn’t hear of it. “Jenny, what if Donna is in trouble?” “We’ve got lessons, we’ll get into trouble and-” “Shut up!” James whispered. Tom was only a few feet away and he had stopped dead to listen. How much had he heard? James didn’t like the look on Tom’s face at all. Michael and Jenny argued all the way to History and in the end, Jenny agreed to run down to Donna’s with the other two during morning break. When the bell sounded from the castle at the end of their lesson, the three of them dropped their books at once and hurried through the grounds to the edge of the forest. Donna greeted them, looking flushed and excited.
The dog was sitting on the table. They all drew their chairs up to the table and watched with bated breath. It sneezed. A couple of sparks flew out of its nose. “Isn’t he beautiful ?” Donna murmured. She reached out a hand to stroke the dog’s head. It nibbled at his fingers, showing pointed fangs. “Bless him, look, he knows his mommy!” said Donna. “Donna,” said Hermione, “how fast do these "fake" dogs grow, exactly?” Donna was about to answer when the color suddenly drained from her face — she leapt to her feet and ran to the window. “What’s the matter?” “Someone was lookin’ through the gap in the curtains — it’s a kid — he’s runnin’ back up ter the school.” James bolted to the door and looked out. Even at a distance there was no mistaking him. Tom had seen the dog. Something about the smile lurking on Tom’s face during the next week made James, Michael, and Jenny very nervous.
They spent most of their free time in Donna’s darkened hut, trying to reason with her. “Just let him go,” James urged. “Set him free.” “I can’t,” said Donna. “He’s too little. He’d die.” They looked at the dog. It had grown three times in length in just a week. Smoke kept furling out of its nostrils. Donna hadn’t been doing her lunch duties because the dog was keeping her so busy. There were empty brandy bottles and dog food all over the floor. “I’ve decided to call him Max,” said Donna, looking at the dragon with misty eyes. “He really knows me now, watch. Max! Max! Where’s Mommy?” “She’s lost her marbles,” Michael muttered in James’s ear. “Donna,” said James loudly, “give it two weeks and Max’s going to be as long as your house. Tom could go to Miss Magpie at any moment.” Donna bit her lip. “I — I know I can’t keep him forever, but I can’t jus’ dump him, I can’t.” James suddenly turned to Michael. “Stacy.” he said. “You’re losing it, too,” said Michael. “I’m Michael, remember?” “No — Stacy — your sister, Stacy. We could give Max to her. Stacy can take care of him and then put him back in the wild!” “Brilliant!” said Michael. “How about it, Donna?” And in the end, Donna agreed that they could send an letter to Stacy to ask her.
The following week dragged by. Wednesday night found Jenny and James sitting alone in the common room, long after everyone else had gone to bed. The clock on the wall had just chimed midnight when the door burst open. Michael appeared out of nowhere as he through down Jame's ability prism. He had been down at Donna’s hut, helping her feed Max, who was now eating raw meat by the crate. “It bit me!” he said, showing them his hand, which was wrapped in a bloody handkerchief. “I’m not going to be able to hold a quill for a week. I tell you, that dog’s the most horrible animal I’ve ever met, but the way Donna goes on about it, you’d think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit. When it bit me she told me off for frightening it. And when I left, she was singing it a lullaby.” There was a tap on the dark window. It was a boy with a note, which he kindly handed over. The three of them put their heads together to read the note.
Dear Michael, How are you? Thanks for the letter — I’d be glad to take the dog. I think the best thing will be to send him over with some friends of mine who are coming to visit me next week. Trouble is, they mustn’t be seen carrying an fire breathing dog. Could you get Max up the tallest tower at midnight on Saturday? They can meet you there and take him away while it’s still dark. Send me an answer as soon as possible. Love, Stacy. They looked at one another. “We’ve got the ability prism,” said James. It was a mark of how bad the last week had been that the other two agreed with him. Anything to get rid of Max — and Tom. There was a hitch.
By the next morning, Michael’s bitten hand had swollen to twice its usual size. He didn’t know whether it was safe to go to the nurse — would she recognize a dog bite? By the afternoon, though, he had no choice. The cut had turned a nasty shade of green. Harry and Hermione rushed up to the hospital wing at the end of the day to find Ron in a terrible state in bed. “It’s not just my hand,” he whispered, “although that feels like it’s about to fall off." James and Jenny tried to calm him down. “It’ll all be over at midnight on Saturday,” said Jenny, but this didn’t soothe Michael at all. On the contrary, he sat bolt upright and broke into a sweat. And Jenny was right, the whole plan worked great and Max was of to a better home. Jenny said, "Quick let's go before-" "Before you get detention." Miss Sky said to the three.
TO BE CONTINUED