The first four stories Harry Potter stories (and probably the three to come too) imply that when Harry grows up he will be thoroughly successful and popular. Forget this.
When reading this story, just bare with me. I try.
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Harry Potter's not - so - good day
(Infact, Harry potter's very, very bad day)
Chapter 1:Noses and nappies
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Harry Potter threw his left hand out to his side. Oops, wrong side. Cho had been in a bad mood last night, and this morning probably wouldn't be any better, considering she had been woken up by a hand whacking her on the nose.
Run!!!!!, Harry thought. And he did. Being around Cho when she was in one of her moods was not on top of his "things to do" list.
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"Dammit!" whispered Harry. The alarm was still on. He crept back in to the room. Bad news. Cho was sitting up in bed, nose as red as a beetroot, staring at him with a mean glint in her eye.
"Good morning." Harry attempted a smile. It turned into a sharp yelp of hysteria. He'd just noticed the line of bogey running from her nostril. Not a pretty sight. Cho glared at him.
The silence that followed was broken by a sickly pong coming from Francesca's cot. Harry knew what was coming. He had moved to the cot before Cho even said it.
"Your turn"
It's always my turn, Harry thought angrily. In routine, he took the baby into the bathroom and pulled off her sleep-suit. She had browny-black hair, blue eyes, pale skin...and a mean rear-end. For when Harry removed her nappy, it wasn't long before his face was thoroughly soaked. And not by water. His irritation was not helped by the disgusting brown splodge on the area of her nappy where her bottom had been.
Eyes closed, Harry, feeling inhumanely sick, face still sopping wet, folded the white "thing" up and thrust it passionately over to the royal blue bin. Oh dear. This really wouldn't be a good day. Nappy had missed the bin, and now there was a similar brown splodge on the carpet.
So much for the "making-it-better-because-you-had-your-eyes-closed" theory. Miss the bin because of it. Fabulous move, Harry. I'm very impressed. Time for the Dettol. Even worse thing. I'm talking to myself in the mirror again. Very bad sign.
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What do you think? Review! Review! I'm hoping it's funny, but maybe it's just pathetic. Please, tell me your response! I want to know. The next chapter will be uploaded soon (if I actually get an idea for it).
Chapter 2: The Forgotten Visit
After a long, seemingly endless struggle with Francesca, Harry resorted to breakfast. Aaahh, how refreshing
When reading this story, just bare with me. I try.
* * * * *
Harry Potter's not - so - good day
(Infact, Harry potter's very, very bad day)
Chapter 1:Noses and nappies
BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harry Potter threw his left hand out to his side. Oops, wrong side. Cho had been in a bad mood last night, and this morning probably wouldn't be any better, considering she had been woken up by a hand whacking her on the nose.
Run!!!!!, Harry thought. And he did. Being around Cho when she was in one of her moods was not on top of his "things to do" list.
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Dammit!" whispered Harry. The alarm was still on. He crept back in to the room. Bad news. Cho was sitting up in bed, nose as red as a beetroot, staring at him with a mean glint in her eye.
"Good morning." Harry attempted a smile. It turned into a sharp yelp of hysteria. He'd just noticed the line of bogey running from her nostril. Not a pretty sight. Cho glared at him.
The silence that followed was broken by a sickly pong coming from Francesca's cot. Harry knew what was coming. He had moved to the cot before Cho even said it.
"Your turn"
It's always my turn, Harry thought angrily. In routine, he took the baby into the bathroom and pulled off her sleep-suit. She had browny-black hair, blue eyes, pale skin...and a mean rear-end. For when Harry removed her nappy, it wasn't long before his face was thoroughly soaked. And not by water. His irritation was not helped by the disgusting brown splodge on the area of her nappy where her bottom had been.
Eyes closed, Harry, feeling inhumanely sick, face still sopping wet, folded the white "thing" up and thrust it passionately over to the royal blue bin. Oh dear. This really wouldn't be a good day. Nappy had missed the bin, and now there was a similar brown splodge on the carpet.
So much for the "making-it-better-because-you-had-your-eyes-closed" theory. Miss the bin because of it. Fabulous move, Harry. I'm very impressed. Time for the Dettol. Even worse thing. I'm talking to myself in the mirror again. Very bad sign.
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What do you think? Review! Review! I'm hoping it's funny, but maybe it's just pathetic. Please, tell me your response! I want to know. The next chapter will be uploaded soon (if I actually get an idea for it).
Chapter 2: The Forgotten Visit
After a long, seemingly endless struggle with Francesca, Harry resorted to breakfast. Aaahh, how refreshing