A/N: another crack in Harry Potter...enjoy!xD
Head Turner
Oneshot
Harry Potter was happy but not quite with the way things had turned out. Frankly, he was at a loss of words about the whole screwed affair.
Should he focus on the 'what's next?' or reflect and be emo some more?
'What's next?' sounded thrill-hungry and insensitive, especially to the memories of those he had loved and lost. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to brood...for a last time.
The messy-haired seventeen year-old ceased futile rejoicing with the entire crowd of partying people in the Great Hall. He looked about from his place amongst those who've stuck by him all those turbulent years. The profoundly ironic scene was fit to marvel at; as if this was a moment where the living and the dead could celebrate together in peace.
Thinking back, there were times he had cried, and no one saw the tears. There were times he had been happy, but no one saw the smile. There were times he had been worried...still, no one saw the pain.
Standing there, in the middle of the muddle, resounded an innocent little fart.
Everyone saw the culprit. And as if that wasn't enough, they stared.
Harry grew beet red. He guessed there were some things people would and would not pay attention to, even at the aftermath of a crisis as big as Voldemort.
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A/N: ...I won't expect you to laugh, or review...I expect flames because this fic SUCKS and a lot of people don't get this kind of humor...enjoy!xD and ciAo...