(Ha-ha, ok, it's a quick break from my Tristan Fic, and if this looks familiar it's because I'm transferring it from my quizilla account on to it's just a brief one-shot, so don't worry, I'll be back up with another Trist-rific chapter this weekend.)
Harry Potter and his Sister sat in his living room at number 12 Grimmauld Place. They were eating cake.
"Hey Harry?" His sister ventured.
"Yes?"
"I have something I'd like to tell you. Promise you won't get mad?"
"Sure, I can try." Harry said, calmly.
"Well, to start with, you know how I wouldn't tell you who I've been dating for the last couple weeks? Well Its Draco Malfoy...and I'm pregnant!"
Harry spat out his cake.
"What?!???!"
"Yeah" she grinned. "But don't worry, we've got it all figured out. We're going to move to a ghetto to raise the baby, who we decided to name Marvolo Lucius Malfoy, after Draco's father and overlord. But in the ghetto we'll be well taken care of, once we become crack dealers and a pimp / hooker duo in the local crime ring!" His sister said cheerily.
Harry, upon hearing her news, stood up ...and fainted. She continued to eat her cake casually, without blinking.
Five Minutes Later
Harry rose from the floor with a vicious roar. "AHHH!! HOW CAN YOU SIT THERE AND EAT CAKE!???!"
"April fools" she said mid-bite.
Harry looked relieved, and slightly angry.
"But I'm really dating Draco."
Harry fell to the floor again.
(Poor Harry, well it could have been worse. Yeah, this is just a little something my friend Tori and I cooked up while we were bored at my grandma's cabin this summer, review if you want)