Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did then Harry wouldn't have ended up with Ginny.
Chapter 1: Slinkies
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in McGonagall's office one day shortly after the whole 'Sirius escaped Azkaban' thing finally ended and school would be out in a few days.
"Would one of you please tell me why you pushed Draco Malfoy down the stairs as it was moving." McGonagall asks breaking the silence her face turning more and more stern as she talks.
Harry smiles and states, "because he's like a Slinky Professor."
Hermione elaborates upon seeing the transfiguration professors confused expression, "It's a muggle children's toy, most kids like to watch it go down stairs or stacks of books and they look like this." And turns a quill into a metal slinky. Ron immediately stacks a bunch of books so they almost resemble stairs and watches the slinky go down them in fascination.
"How is he like a slinky?"
Harry replies with a quote he overheard from neighborhood kids over the past summer, "Some people are like slinkies. They're really good for nothing, but they still really bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs."
"Or several dozen moving stairs," Hermione helpfully adds.
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A/N: I found a quote and immediately thought this up. This fic will only be a bunch of one-shots so I won't focus on adding more to it and pretty much be about anything that crosses my mind so some chapters will have nothing to do with Harry Potter.