The Clothes Make The Wizard
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters. If I did it wouldn't be suitable for anyone under 21.
Dark: Hey everyone. This is a new torture device...I mean story I've written. It's based loosely off a story by Amarin Rose called The Clothes Make The Spirit. It's really goo-
Harry, Draco, Ron, and Hermione: HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLP UUUUUUSSSSSS. HE'S USING US FOR HIS OWN SICK PLEASURE. PLEASE HEL-
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Dark: Just Ignore them. They're a little woo-hoo. So anyway. I highly recommend her story to everyone. So on with my story. Oh! Just to inform you, Sirius will still be alive in this fic.
Chapter 1: Clueless, But Brave
When Hagrid spotted Harry walking off the train he yelled, "Oi, 'Arry. Over Here."
"Hagrid. We're coming." This was yelled by Harry's best friend Hermione. They walked over to Hagrid. Upon getting to them, Hagrid noticed that Harry looked quite murderous. Hagrid asked, "What's wrong?"
"This! I got it on the way here." And Harry practically threw the shirt he had hidden under his cloak straight at his friend. It stated:
Clueless to the core, and brave as befits your lack of intellect.
"I AM NOT CLUELESS!!!" raged Harry. "Oh by the way, I was wondering if murder by poisoning was enough to get you a life sentence in Azkaban."
"HARRY JAMES POTTER you will not go about killing ANYONE. Understand?" Hermione screamed.
"What??? But what am I supposed to do to get my revenge. . . . Never mind I know exactly what to do. See you around."
With that, Harry just turned around and walked away with a smirk on his face.
"I really don't like that look on his face. I think that whoever sent that shirt to him should be very, very careful. I also think we should stick close to him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, Hermione."
"I think you may be right, Ron."