AN - Man, but just imagine Tonks during her years at Hogwarts making herself look like Dumbledore for no real reason other than to confuse the hell out of the students by plopping down next to them when they're eating and asking them weirdass stuff like " Rate the quality of the house elves' ironing of your socks on a scale of 1-10." Then imagine Dumbledore realizing she's doing this and joining in on the action so that there's two Dumbledores talking to one student. Like imagine how messed up that poor kid would get.
Also, unfortunately enough, I own none of the characters. They all belong to the one and only J.K. Rowling.
""Harry! Harry, wake up!" Hermione was shaking him gently. "Harry, I'm afraid I have some bad news and I want you to hear it from me," she continued.
Harry, continuing to feign sleep, had just started thinking that he had gotten out of listening to this mysterious piece of bad news Hermione just had to share with him at 5:00 AM, when the unthinkable happened. He distantly heard Hermione mutter something that sounded suspiciously like Aguamenti before he was doused with a jet of cold water and drenched from head to toe. Sputtering furiously, barely able to keep himself from yelping, Harry sat up and glared at his unperturbed soon-to-no-longer-be-best-friend.
"What?" She whispered smirked. "I tried the nice approach first, you know." She winked slyly, before handing Harry his glasses. "Now come out quickly- I don't want to wake Ron. Merlin's beard, that boy is unbearable in the morning."
Harry just glared at her and muttered something about irony, but he followed her out onto the Burrow's quidditch pitch anyway.
"Okay, now what's so urgent you had to wake me up at dawn?" Harry asked, quickly uttering a warming spell in a futile attempt to dry his sodden clothes. "Oh for God's sake, Harry." Hermione waved her wand and in a one quick motion Harry's clothes were desiccated and dry as bone.
"Thanks, Mione" Harry yawned, wiping the sleep from his eyes, and motioning for her to get to the point.
"Harry.. Oh Harry Ginny's back from Quidditch camp!" She let out unusually fast, calling upon her I'm-going-to-get-out-as-much-information-about-Hogwarts: A History-as-humanly-possible-before-they-stop-me tone, trying to rip the band-aid off.
"Oh," was all Harry could let out before sinking onto the soft, dewy grass and trying to process the bombshell Hermione had just dropped.
"But I thought it was supposed to go on till end August. That's the only reason I took up Ron's invitation to stay here this summer. I can't even go back to the Dursleys now- they're on holiday in France, celebrating their me-free summer" Harry deadpanned, trying to make sense of the situation. "Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry, Harry. There was apparently a freak Bludger malfunction and they had to send all the kids home. Oh Harry! Are you going to be okay?"
"I don't know, Mione. I mean I haven't seen her since the last day of school when I, you know, walked into my dormitory to see my girlfriend naked on my bed with Dean Thomas."
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