Inspired by a recent rejection letter from a site which will remain unnamed...and by a friend's similar experience (thanks Snotori!)

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, REJECTED?” Harry bellowed at the screen. They’d been stuck inside for three days due to rain—there was nothing else to do, so they’d been on the computer. Harry had had the great idea—as he thought—to try other fanfiction sites.

“Whatsa matter Harry?” Ron mumbled. He’d been reading one of Hermione’s books on wizarding history and was bored out of his mind; he was beginning to think that fanfiction actually sounded like a good idea, conveniently forgetting that last time he’d traumatized himself by reading about a pregnant Draco Malfoy.

“They rejected my story!” Harry gritted his teeth and glared at the screen. Ron detached himself from the Muggle beanbag and ambled over to Harry, reading the following over his shoulder:

Dear TheGoldenTrio,

We regret that your story “Into the Forbidden Forest” has not been validated at this time. Thestrals do not have magical healing powers. It’s unheard of in canon. Nor would Hagrid ever have a pet owl; he only likes dangerous creatures.

It yammered on for quite a while about the reasons that Harry’s story couldn’t possibly be true. Ron started laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. “They rejected your story over what kinds of pets Hagrid has?” he choked.

“Yeah,” growled Harry. “Have they ever met Hagrid? He has an entire cage of rabbits out back! You’ve seen them, Ron?”

“‘Course I have.”

“And about the girl coming to the school in her fourth year…”

“What’s going on?”

The two boys turned to see Hermione standing in the doorway, looking grouchy. She took one look at the screen and sighed. “Oh no…please tell me you didn’t go to that site…”

“You know about this?” Harry asked, frowning.

“Of course I do. They have the biggest collection of rubbish—‘Dramione’, they call it—and yet they reject good stories because of stupid little details that they couldn’t possibly know anyway because, as they quite obviously advertise, they’re Muggles.”

“Hmm.” Ron pondered this for a moment. “Y’know, guys, it’s a bit sad, really, what we’re doing.”

“Um…yeah. Let’s go into London or something, shall we?”

“I’ll go get the car keys.” Hermione jumped up. Harry and Ron looked at each other, alarmed. “Hermione!” they shouted in unison. Given her driving skills, fanfiction suddenly seemed like a good idea.

That’s when they realized that they really, really needed school to start again, Malfoy and all.

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Please review :D This will likely be the last chapter...for a while, at least.