Chapter 1
It was the night before Hogwarts. Every one in little whinging was asleep every one that was except a jet black haired sixteen year old boy. Named Harry Potter. Harry potter was not an average boy he had a unique scare above his left eyebrow and he did not like the summer he liked school and he also happened to be a wizard. He was not even a normal wizard since he was the only one who could kill Voldemort and only he understood the gravity of the whole situation. Him and Dumbledoor that is. Harry could not understand why Voldemort had not yet acted. Harry had thought that for sure he would be on the rise now that the minister knew. Harry had a dream and it was not to his surprise a night mere in fact it was a nice normal dream or so he thought at the time. Harry packed his bag and found a taxi that would take him to kings cross station Harry ran through the boarder of nine and ten and got on the train just in time. He found a compartment since Ron and Hermione his bestest best friends had to sit in the prefect compartment. He walked up and down the hall looking for an empty room but found nothing the closest to empty compartment he found were two interesting looking guys. Both seemed a little vacant but generally nice.
One had a blonde mullet, the other a brown one and a baseball cap. "Can I sit here?" Harry asked. "Chyeaahh!" said the brown one enthusiastically. "I'm Wayne! And this is my buddy Garth! We have a show! Have you seen it?"
"No," said Harry definitively. "I don't watch tv." "What??" they exclaimed in unison. "Dude, don't you ever have fun?" said Garth. "If you mean almost dying and having all my friends hate me and having Voldemort kill everyone I love, then I have the funnest life in the world!" said Harry before he burst into dramatic tears and threw his wand at Wayne's head. "Dude, don't you party?" asked Garth. "Well if you mean dying and-" Harry began to respond but Wayne interjected promptly. "No, man, we mean like, rock and roll, and drugs, and, like, sex! Dude!" Harry gave them a blank look, and to his surprise, both Wayne and Garth shouted exuberantly, "WE WILL TEACH YOU, GRASSHOPPER!" Wayne and Garth began a detailed spiel about how one is to par-tay. "You've got to have fun!" was the point they stressed the most in their lesson, saying that it was key, and the reason to party. Then, with a "Party on, Harry!" they apparated before Harry had a chance to thank them. Harry sat, and thought about what these seemingly average dudes had said. Then an idea struck him: "Dude, they were right!"
It was the night before Hogwarts. Every one in little whinging was asleep every one that was except a jet black haired sixteen year old boy. Named Harry Potter. Harry potter was not an average boy he had a unique scare above his left eyebrow and he did not like the summer he liked school and he also happened to be a wizard. He was not even a normal wizard since he was the only one who could kill Voldemort and only he understood the gravity of the whole situation. Him and Dumbledoor that is. Harry could not understand why Voldemort had not yet acted. Harry had thought that for sure he would be on the rise now that the minister knew. Harry had a dream and it was not to his surprise a night mere in fact it was a nice normal dream or so he thought at the time. Harry packed his bag and found a taxi that would take him to kings cross station Harry ran through the boarder of nine and ten and got on the train just in time. He found a compartment since Ron and Hermione his bestest best friends had to sit in the prefect compartment. He walked up and down the hall looking for an empty room but found nothing the closest to empty compartment he found were two interesting looking guys. Both seemed a little vacant but generally nice.
One had a blonde mullet, the other a brown one and a baseball cap. "Can I sit here?" Harry asked. "Chyeaahh!" said the brown one enthusiastically. "I'm Wayne! And this is my buddy Garth! We have a show! Have you seen it?"
"No," said Harry definitively. "I don't watch tv." "What??" they exclaimed in unison. "Dude, don't you ever have fun?" said Garth. "If you mean almost dying and having all my friends hate me and having Voldemort kill everyone I love, then I have the funnest life in the world!" said Harry before he burst into dramatic tears and threw his wand at Wayne's head. "Dude, don't you party?" asked Garth. "Well if you mean dying and-" Harry began to respond but Wayne interjected promptly. "No, man, we mean like, rock and roll, and drugs, and, like, sex! Dude!" Harry gave them a blank look, and to his surprise, both Wayne and Garth shouted exuberantly, "WE WILL TEACH YOU, GRASSHOPPER!" Wayne and Garth began a detailed spiel about how one is to par-tay. "You've got to have fun!" was the point they stressed the most in their lesson, saying that it was key, and the reason to party. Then, with a "Party on, Harry!" they apparated before Harry had a chance to thank them. Harry sat, and thought about what these seemingly average dudes had said. Then an idea struck him: "Dude, they were right!"
