Harry's Crappy Christmas
By Fashion Accessory
Disclaimer: Yes I own Harry Potter
AN: I was trying to come up with a good, fic and Harry just jumped in and decided that randomness and stupidly was in order, and it killed my sister to beta this as my spelling and character knowledge is HORRIBLE! So, go and review her fics, (Smego Baggins). And make her feel better!
It was morning the sun shining through the painted glass window beamed on to Harry's forehead.
"OW! MY HEAD IT'S BURNING!" Harry screamed out loud. He only then remembered it was Christmas day so he rushed to the common room Ron was already in there sitting close to the fireplace when a spark jumped from the fire and into Ron's hair. Pretty soon Ron's hair was engulfed in flames and he was running around screaming, "MY HAIRS ON FIRE!"
Harry just muttered sarcastically. "Really, I can't tell,"
"Harry just get me some water!" Ron yelled.
"Fine take my drinking water you little sissy!" Harry snorted.
Ron soaked his head with Harry's drinking water and sighs in relief.
"Did you know that I backwash?" Harry stated brightly.
Ron stood there absolutely still with a disgusted look on his face.
Hermione then pranced in and said brightly. "Harry my cat pissed in your drinking water?"
Ron fainted.
"What's his problem?" Hermione asked Harry
Harry wasn't listening as he was looking at the sweater Hermione got him for Christmas mumbling,
"Stupid sweaters every year it's the same thing."
Later that day Dumbledore dressed up as Santa for Christmas photos. It was Neville Longbottom's turn for his photo he jumped up on to Dumbledore's lap and pulled his beard.
"IT'S REAL YOU LITTLE SHITHEAD!" Dumbledore yelled
Neville and all the kids in the line whimpered in fear.
Ron was now awake after fainting so he Harry and Hermione walked past the hall in which Dumbledore was doing Santa photos then Ron asked. "Do we want to have our photos taken?"
"WHAT with an old fart that needs anger management, I don't think so," replied Harry firmly
"OOH TOUCHY!" Hermione hooted.
"Shut up, Hermione." Harry snapped.
Later that night at the feast Harry picked up a piece of chicken and went to take a bite from it when he noticed it was raw so he got up and yelled out; "Who the bloody hell cooked this?"
Professor Snape had an evil grin on his face that showed he'd done it but Harry took no notice for it was only now that Harry realised everyone was staring at him, so he froze until Hermione tried to pull him down and back on to the seat but that didn't work as Harry had slipped on the just polished floor and did some damage to what he calls his brain!
The next day Harry had recovered from falling over, Hermione had been punched in the face by Ron cause she was being even more of a know-it-all, and Ron, well, he went into a sugar induced comer from all the lollies and junk he ate at the great feast and as for Dumbledore well... he got sent to a old folks home where he told everyone he was a wizard but they did not believe him as they where all Muggles.