Harry Potter Meets MacGates (act 1 scenes 1 and 3)
Harry Potter was worried. Dolores Nevadar had fled from Hogwarts into the Forbidden Forest some weeks ago, when her puppet Grima Matthuis had fallen. Nothing had been seen or heard of her since. But Harry was under no illusions – she would be out there somewhere, plotting the downfall of the wizarding world.
And on top of that there had been the strange rumour of flashes of light from the Neutral Territory, and an eldritch glow in the sky. Harry had to investigate!
As he forced his way through the trees and bracken, he saw in the distance three black silhouettes, hunched over a bubbling cauldron. Above the thunder and Lightning he heard voices:
Dolores Nevadar
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Darkesia
When the hurlyburly of the Neutral Territory’s done,
When the feeders are lost and won.
Shell
That will be ere the set of sun.
Dolores Nevadar
Where the place?
Darkesia
Upon the Pacific.
Shell
There to meet with MacGates.
Dolores Nevadar
A delegate's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:--
'Give me,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to The Pacific gone, delegate o' the NPO:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
Darkesia
Show me, show me.
Dolores Nevadar
Here I have a Moderator’s thumb,
Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
Shell
A drum, a drum!
MacGates doth come.
ALL
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Plotters on IRC and forum land,
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to TSP and thrice to TEP
And thrice to TNP, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up.
(enter MacGates)
Dolores Nevadar
All hail, MacGates! hail to thee, Founder of Gatesville!
Darkesia
All hail, MacGates, hail to thee, Delegate of the Pacific!
Shell
All hail, MacGates, thou shalt be king hereafter!
MacGates
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am founder of Gatesville;
But how of the Pacific? the delegate of the Pacific lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be delegate
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Pacifica. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop my way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.
Witches vanish
Harry could barely keep silent. The pounding of his heart in his ears was like the beating of a drum. Witches in the Forbidden Forest! Plotting the overthrow of Moo Cows! How could this be?
Harry began slowly to back his way out of the Forbidden Forest. Twigs snapped under his feet, and at the sound MacGates’ head snapped round. The cowl of his hood fell back, revealing on the back of his head the tortured, writhing visage of Harry’s old nemesis …. Voldemort
To be continued….
Harry Potter was worried. Dolores Nevadar had fled from Hogwarts into the Forbidden Forest some weeks ago, when her puppet Grima Matthuis had fallen. Nothing had been seen or heard of her since. But Harry was under no illusions – she would be out there somewhere, plotting the downfall of the wizarding world.
And on top of that there had been the strange rumour of flashes of light from the Neutral Territory, and an eldritch glow in the sky. Harry had to investigate!
As he forced his way through the trees and bracken, he saw in the distance three black silhouettes, hunched over a bubbling cauldron. Above the thunder and Lightning he heard voices:
Dolores Nevadar
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Darkesia
When the hurlyburly of the Neutral Territory’s done,
When the feeders are lost and won.
Shell
That will be ere the set of sun.
Dolores Nevadar
Where the place?
Darkesia
Upon the Pacific.
Shell
There to meet with MacGates.
Dolores Nevadar
A delegate's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:--
'Give me,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to The Pacific gone, delegate o' the NPO:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
Darkesia
Show me, show me.
Dolores Nevadar
Here I have a Moderator’s thumb,
Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
Shell
A drum, a drum!
MacGates doth come.
ALL
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Plotters on IRC and forum land,
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to TSP and thrice to TEP
And thrice to TNP, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up.
(enter MacGates)
Dolores Nevadar
All hail, MacGates! hail to thee, Founder of Gatesville!
Darkesia
All hail, MacGates, hail to thee, Delegate of the Pacific!
Shell
All hail, MacGates, thou shalt be king hereafter!
MacGates
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am founder of Gatesville;
But how of the Pacific? the delegate of the Pacific lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be delegate
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Pacifica. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop my way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.
Witches vanish
Harry could barely keep silent. The pounding of his heart in his ears was like the beating of a drum. Witches in the Forbidden Forest! Plotting the overthrow of Moo Cows! How could this be?
Harry began slowly to back his way out of the Forbidden Forest. Twigs snapped under his feet, and at the sound MacGates’ head snapped round. The cowl of his hood fell back, revealing on the back of his head the tortured, writhing visage of Harry’s old nemesis …. Voldemort
To be continued….
Good show.*wishes he was in it* 
