Story : Everyone Has Their Own Hobbies

Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter.

Author : CCGenesis

Summary : Everyone has their own hobbies. It's just that Harry Potter's hobbies include catching Death Eaters by trapping them in goo while throwing things from rooftops. But compared to the hobbies of his other acquaintances, it's not that strange, really. After all, all he wanted to do was eat his ice cream in peace . . .

Written : March 19, 2011

Rewritten : Sunday, May 20, 2012

Published : Friday, June 1, 2012

Author's Note : I wrote this a long time ago, and I hope you enjoy. Planning on published other chapters soon! Next: Hermione Granger and SPEW! If you have an idea, please review. I'll see what I can do. Already published on CartoonDollEmporium because I was bored and playing with my little sister on there.

Chapter One

Harry Potter Versus Death Eaters

And all Harry wanted to do was enjoy his strawberry ice cream . . .

Harry Potter sat calmly at a table directly outside of Diagon Alley's ice cream parlor. He didn't seem to notice as everyone ran away from a group of terrifying Death Eaters - he simply ate his strawberry ice cream as a slow, relaxed pace.

Eventually, he stood up with a stretch and sighed. "What idiots . . ."

In a blur of motion, Harry Potter jumped up, clinging to a nearby wall and flying upwards to land on the roof.

He froze and felt the wind direction, remaining completely still. He then peered downwards, holding his hand in front of his face with his thumb upwards, closing one eye as he lined up his thumb with the Death Eaters. He stuck out his tongue in concentration, before nodding his head sharply.

He took something from his backpack, fiddled with it while still in the bag, and then quickly threw it at the Death Eaters with perfect, professional, concentrated targeting .

His former frown disappeared, before it turned into a smirking grin. "Watch out below," He mumbled. He closed his eyes and tilted his head upward, listening closely with glee.

Three . . . Two . . . One . . .

"Boom!" Harry shouted happily, making his hand into a gun and pointing it in the Death Eaters' direction, pulling the imaginary 'trigger'.

Suddenly a large explosion filled the alley, going upwards.

Harry grinned again as he received an excellent idea. "Rapid fire!" He shouted.


Harry looked around, shielding his eyes from the sun. The Death Eaters - and, for that matter, the entire Alley - was covered in goop, no object able to move from the sticky substance and the Death Eaters therefore unable to cast spells.

"Aw, they're all gone . . ." Harry said sorrowfully.