Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything except for the magic cookie, which is mine! All mine! Ahahahahahaha!!!
It was a beautiful, dark and gloomy day when the trio came upon a magic cookie on the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. A magic chocolate-chip cookie, in fact.
"Can I keep this cookie please??" begged Ron. "Come on guys. You know how poor I am! Please?!?"
"Well, everyone knows about your wealth (or lack of, dare I say)! But since we found it together, we should split it 50/50," the brainy know-it-all Hermione suggested.
"50/50?" Harry was puzzled.
"Like, you know, 50/50/50! Whatever!" Hermione was going crazy. Going crazy at the sight of this marvelous, delicious-looking cookie.
Little did they know that this particular cookie was magical. The moment someone bites into this cookie, it changes to taste like the things that the person would not have normally eaten.
"Ugh! Troll bogies!"
"Alas! Earwax!"
"Curious…very curious…."
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Harry ran. Ran away from that horrible cookie. He ran as fast as wind. As fast as the wind on a calm day. Now, Ithat/I was fast. Lightning-fast. Did you know that Harry has a scar? Anyway back to the story - Harry didn't particularly know where he was going, but he always knew where he was. Somewhere in Hogwarts, duh!
*Crash!!*
Harry had run right into…. Professor Lockhart?
"Howdy Professor, but I thought that you had left Hogwarts."
"I did."
"Hmm…interesting."
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Back at the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione wondered where Harry went and why he was in such a hurry.
Hermione: "What was all that about?"
Ron: "Dunno…Maybe he had to go meet someone."
Hermione: "Like who?"
Ron: "Maybe, just maybe, he has a secret girlfriend. Ooooooooooohhh. I think we might be on to something. I'm so smart!! I rock and you know it!"
Hermione: "…Yeah, whatever."
Ron: "I think I know who his secret girlfriend is. But you can't tell anyone, okay?"
Hermione: "Okay…."
Ron: "I think it's………"
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Harry walked crookedly to the Gryffindor common room. You know that rule, 'don't walk in a straight line when near crocodiles, crazy rhinos, and killer wombats that jump." Well it went something like that. Harry didn't like crazy rhinos, especially those crazy rhinos that go and sit on their own babies.
Crazy rhinos = Scary. I mean, what a shocker!
"Hi there, Harry" said Harry.
"Hello. Alright there Harry?" Harry politely replied.
"Alright. You?" responded Harry.
"Never better." Harry grinned.
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Ron and Hermione hurried to the Gryffindor common room and on the way they found Harry trying to beat himself up. Apparently, his conversation with himself turned into an argument…. Like always!