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Amadeus
Amadeus smiled. Today was his day and his only. His birthday. It started out great. Amadeus woke up late, tried to pull his hat onto his foot instead of a shoe, and combed his hair with his sister's comb instead of his, leaving traces of the green streaks she always added to her hair in the mornings with this magic comb in his hair. He spiked his hair with elmers glue and went downstairs for breakfast. Upon glimpsing himself in a mirror in the stairwell, he gasped and made a face. Green hair! He went back into his room, grabbing his wand. Poof! The green receded leaving pure blue, bright blue, the kind that made people you saw at the mall or in McDonald's smile.

"There," he commented to the family heirloom mirror, "Green isn't my color."

"It most certainly isn't!" screeched the mirror, "And neither is blue! Whatever happened to normal kids with brown hair? And blonde?"

Amadeus grinned evilly at the mirror, then had an idea. He sucked on his wand (the mirror made a face of distaste and muttered, "Children these days!") and upon retreiving it, stuck his tongue out at the mirror. THe mirror screeched.

"BLUE TONGUES! WHAT NEXT!"


Amadeus made a face at his mother.

"Amadeus Leone! None of that, now!"

Amadeus made another face, "Mom! It's my birthday, AND my tongue! AND you let Crepelio dye her hair!"

This time Amadeus' mother made a face, "She is a different story! Older! And not a tongue!"

This time Amadeus could not argue... his sister (namely Crepelio) was older. By far. Six years. *Pleh sisters!* thought Amadeus, *Would I that it were September first instead of Aughust 13th...* But then Amadeus grinned. September first was going to be such a day! He would finally be going to Hogwarts, that marvelous place he had seen only in dreams. his sister Crepelio would be a sixth year this time... but still, even having her to live up to, he just knew that Hogwarts would be great. And why wouldn't it? No one to critisize blue tongues, no room cleaning, no chores! The most exciting thing for Amadeus was the chance of seeing Harry Potter-- this year, Harry would be a fourth year. Amadeus knew that the Sorting Hat asked you things before it placed you in a house.. he had planned exactly what he would say to it. " I wanna be in gryffindor. With Harry. Please?" And the hat would say, "Ahh, but I see you are very clever... why not Ravenclaw?" And then "I've always wanted to be in gryffindor. I've spent forever trying to force myself to be brave enough, smart enough. Please, don't let that be in vain!" Amadeus sincerly hoped that he would make it. * I mean.. am I really brave enough, or do I just wish I was??" Amadeus sighed, deciding he would just have to wait and find out...

first a/n: well there you have it. Just to let you know, I am not the original Hermione Granger. I am Hermione Granger (see, three spaces in between Hermione and Granger) and the real Hermione Granger belongs to herself. Her name belongs to JKR.

last a/n: Hmm... stupid, I think. Short, too. Hmm...

disclaimer: Amadeus, Crepelio, and Mrs. Leone belong to me. So do their EXTEREMLY STUPID NAMES! Harry Potter, Gryffindor, and all things like to Hogwarts belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, whom I will always admire. Thanks and good night!