=Author's notes= Weird story. I don't know where it came from. Feel free to flame me, freeze me, or threaten me with bodily harm. Disclaimer at the end.
Why Are You Staring?
And boom! The content of Neville's cauldron jumped all around the the table, most of it managing to land on Harry's head'n shoulders.
"Ew."
That was all the Boy Who Lived had to say on the matter.
His friends, who had quickly gathered around him, stared at him as if he had sprouted a second head.
"Guys?" Harry furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why are you staring at me as if I had sprouted a second head?"
They all kept staring.
"Mr Potter," came an annoyed voice behind him.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry said, gulping.
Snape gave him a mirror. "See for yourself where your incompetence has brought you. I want a two-page essay about it until next time, is that clear?"
Harry heard, but could not acknowledge. He was staring in the mirror at his second head.
~The end~
=Disclaimer= All characters except Harry's second head are property of J. K. Rowling, not me.
Why Are You Staring?
And boom! The content of Neville's cauldron jumped all around the the table, most of it managing to land on Harry's head'n shoulders.
"Ew."
That was all the Boy Who Lived had to say on the matter.
His friends, who had quickly gathered around him, stared at him as if he had sprouted a second head.
"Guys?" Harry furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why are you staring at me as if I had sprouted a second head?"
They all kept staring.
"Mr Potter," came an annoyed voice behind him.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry said, gulping.
Snape gave him a mirror. "See for yourself where your incompetence has brought you. I want a two-page essay about it until next time, is that clear?"
Harry heard, but could not acknowledge. He was staring in the mirror at his second head.
~The end~
=Disclaimer= All characters except Harry's second head are property of J. K. Rowling, not me.