Harry Potter and the Zombies of Azkaban
Zombies escape from Azkaban! Apocalypse in the near future? Get the ministers words of advice. Get it here, get it now!”
I hand the paper boy a few coins, take the paper, and head down the street. Anything to get him to stop following
“Harry! Over here!” I smile at Hermione’s waving figure as I make my way over to our usual booth in the corner.
“Did you hear?” She whispers animatedly.
“Hear about what?”
“The mass breakout of zombies from Azkaban, of course!”
“Azkaban? Sounds vaguely familiar…”
“Harry! Azkaban is the highest security supernatural prison in the entire world! It even says so right here! On the
front page of your Prophet!” Hermione waves the paper in front of my nose, “You know, for being the chosen one and all, you really can be quite daft.”
“Anyways,” I shoot Hermione a dirty look, “there was a zombie breakout? What does that even mean?”
“It means that there are zombies loose, wreaking havoc all across the globe,” Hermione shoots me an equally agitated
look. “Their main objective is brains. It’s what they’re after. And it’s what they’ll no doubted get.”
“How are we going to stop them? Isn’t there something we can do?” The realization that there is something extremely
dangerous out there finally setting in. “A defense mechanism? A protective spell?”
“No Harry,” Hermione looks straight at me with a stoic face, “there is nothing we can do.”