Harry Pothead and The Sorcerer's Kidney Stones

Author's Note: Ok this is my first story. Don't bite my head off if it isn't good. Ok here comes my very very sad attempt at being funny. R&R I guess.

Disclaimer

Harry: Watcha doin?

Author (A.K.A. ... ME! HA HA HA I'm so funny): Writing a disclaimer for this ghetto story I'm writing.

Ron: What's the story about?

Author: Where the hell did you come from? And I'm writing about 100 ways to kill...GINNY.

Harry: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ron: Cool! Can I help I'm tired of her trying to find ways to try and sleep with Harry.

Harry: Ron how can you say that. I'm finally, after 5 years, realizing that I am madly in love with Ginny.

Ginny: Really Harry?!

Author, Ron, Harry: WHERE THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM!?

Ginny: Well I put a tracker on Harry so I know when he is in the shower and so forth (Harry blushed at this) and I saw him here and I thought I might come and look here and I found you all here...

Ron: Shut up!

Ginny: Well Harry now that you have finally admitted that you love me I'm dragging you off to my room.

Harry: Ok! Let's go.

Ron: So are you going to finish the disclaimer or what.

Author: Oh yeah. Here goes nothing

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his happy little friends. Nor do I own Scarface. So NO MORE LAWSUITS GOD!!!!

A/N: Ok I know that was really gay and pointless but to hell who cares.