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I've been jotting down my newest fanfic idea. Here's a rough draft of Chapter One :)

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Harry Potter and the CGI of Doom

Chapter 1: Bad Dreams and Bad Films

Harry Potter nearly screamed as his eyes snapped open from his nightmare. He had made the mistake of joining the Dursleys in watching "The Phantom Menace" on DVD before bed. He had been dreaming that the Dursleys and everyone at Hogwarts had been transformed into Gungans like Jar-Jar Binks and they were chasing him like the dementors had done. Jar-Jars were closing in on him from all sides when the fright woke him up and his dream was cut mercifully short.

As the sweat dripped down his brow, he became aware that his forehead ached, in the place where Voldemort had inflicted the lightning-shaped scar on it. He suddenly remembered that in his dream the Jar-Jars had had lightning-shaped scars on their foreheads, too. Did his dream have something to do with Voldemort?

He lay awake thinking about it for many minutes before his heart-rate finally calmed down and he decided he’d better get back to sleep. Tomorrow was the first day of school and he needed to get up on time. After he got to school he would ask Dumbledore about it.

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“I was afraid of this,” Dumbledore frowned after Harry described his dream. “You-Know-Who is back.”

“Voldemort?” Harry shouted. “I knew it!”

“No,” Professor McGonagall corrected him, “it’s a different You-Know-Who. There’s more than one, you know.”

Harry looked puzzled.

“We sometimes call this one He-We-Do-Not-Name to keep from getting him mixed up with Voldemort,” Dumbledore began to explain. He sighed and looked regretful, as if recalling a bad memory he’d have preferred to avoid. “Before Voldemort,” he finally continued after a heavy pause, “There was another Hogwarts student who went bad—he was Voldemort’s mentor in the black arts, in fact. He was three times more evil than Voldemort. He used his evil power to create evil movies.”

“Movies?” Harry asked, confused.

“Yes, movies,” Professor McGonagall intervened. “He-We-Do-Not-Name realized that whereas up to now he had only been able to corrupt one person like Voldemort at a time, with movies he could reach out and influence many at once. So he began making films—-horribly bad films. He would use them to hypnotize unwitting victims and influence their brainwaves so that he could control them. He also made some particularly nasty ones that could be used to assassinate his enemies. . .” Her voice trailed off, as if she were shirking away from continuing an unpleasant train of thought.

Dumbledore reluctantly continued for her, slowly, as if to brace Harry for bad news. “On the night your parents were killed,” he said, “a tape of one of He-We-Do-Not-Name’s movies was found in their VCR. It’s believed Voldemort put it there, and that’s how he killed your parents—by tricking them into watching this film.”

“That’s horrible!” Harry cried. “Who is this He-We-Do-Not-Name? I must find him and stop him before he kills anyone else with his horrible films. What is his real name?”

Dumbledore sighed. “We do not usually say the name of He-We-Do-Not-Name because even to speak his name is perilious. But since it appears he is now after you, it is best you know.” Dumbledore paused before forcing himself to say it. “His name is Bakshi—-Ralph Bakshi.”

The very sound sent a shudder of ice down Harry Potter’s spine.