Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN A DAMN THING! Well....I do own this really weird
plot.
The Night Harry Glowed Blue, Red, Yellow and Green
It was Saturday morning and Hemione was sitting in the girls dormitory wondering whether or not she should do it... She thought to herself *He's right down there, all I have to do is go up to him and--
Her thoughts were cut off because someone had just burst in to the dormitory. "Hermione! you have to come down to the common room! Fred and George Weasley are having a 'who can kick their brother hardest' contest and I think George just broke Percy's shin!" Said Lavender Brown, excitedly.
"No...I think I'll just stay here..."
"Oh come on!" Lavender grabbed Hemione's wrist and pulled her out of the dormitory, down the stairs and into the common room.
She saw him immediately. His flaming red hair was hard to miss. She made up her mind, she was going to do it! She walked up to him and said "Ron."
"What?" He replied.
"Will you pluck my porcupine? I mean ...Hold my turnip...NO! UGH STUPID ME! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!" She started hitting herself on the forehead.
"Er....Ron looked at Harry who looked equally as bewildered . They had never seen Hermione act like this before.
"Twister my blister? TUSSLE MY TOOTHBRUSH! UGH NO!" She started crying.
"Hermione? Are you ok?" Asked Harry.
She dropped to one knee in front of Ron, who looked very confused. "Ron will you... will you MARRY ME?!"
Hermione lowered her head and covered her face with her hands. Then she looked up. "HELLO HARRY!! MUHAHAHA." She looked different, she didn't look like Hermione anymore. In fact she wasn't Hermione at all, she was.....SNAPE! Harry looked horror struck. He turned to Ron to make sure he was seeing all this too... only to find Ron had changed too. He now look remarkably like Madame Hooch and for some reason was holding an extremely large coffee mug with a big smiley face on it. Snape had now transformed into a gigantic coffee pot and everyone in the common was laughing menacingly. All Harry could hear were echoes of "MUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Harry woke up and fell out of bed, screaming. AHHHHHH!! NOOOOOOOO!!
His screams woke up the other boys. Ron rushed over to him. "Harry! Are you all right? Did someone try to eat you again?"
"No, no I'm all right. I just had a nightmare. A very bad nightmare at that. He looked at the floor and saw what looked like flashing, multi- colored, light. "Where's that coming from?" He said looking up at Ron.
"Whoa!"
"What?"
"Look at your forehead!"
Harry quickly looked in the mirror that was hanging over his night stand.
"It's my scar! It keeps blinking... I think it means danger's coming." He said, squinting into the mirror to get a better look, since he couldn't find his glasses.
Seamus came over yawning. "Either that or Christmas is coming." He chortled . "It looks like someone's glued a Christmas light to your forehead!"
Harry rubbed his scar and it felt oddly like plastic. "IT IS A CHRISTMAS LIGHT! What kind of sick bastard would glue a Christmas light to my forehead?!?! He noticed Dean was in a giggle fit. "Oh so it was you!" He tried to pull the light off of his head so he could throw it at Dean, but it wouldn't come off. "You really going to get it!" He said as he fell over trying to rip the Christmas light from his head.
The Night Harry Glowed Blue, Red, Yellow and Green
It was Saturday morning and Hemione was sitting in the girls dormitory wondering whether or not she should do it... She thought to herself *He's right down there, all I have to do is go up to him and--
Her thoughts were cut off because someone had just burst in to the dormitory. "Hermione! you have to come down to the common room! Fred and George Weasley are having a 'who can kick their brother hardest' contest and I think George just broke Percy's shin!" Said Lavender Brown, excitedly.
"No...I think I'll just stay here..."
"Oh come on!" Lavender grabbed Hemione's wrist and pulled her out of the dormitory, down the stairs and into the common room.
She saw him immediately. His flaming red hair was hard to miss. She made up her mind, she was going to do it! She walked up to him and said "Ron."
"What?" He replied.
"Will you pluck my porcupine? I mean ...Hold my turnip...NO! UGH STUPID ME! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!" She started hitting herself on the forehead.
"Er....Ron looked at Harry who looked equally as bewildered . They had never seen Hermione act like this before.
"Twister my blister? TUSSLE MY TOOTHBRUSH! UGH NO!" She started crying.
"Hermione? Are you ok?" Asked Harry.
She dropped to one knee in front of Ron, who looked very confused. "Ron will you... will you MARRY ME?!"
Hermione lowered her head and covered her face with her hands. Then she looked up. "HELLO HARRY!! MUHAHAHA." She looked different, she didn't look like Hermione anymore. In fact she wasn't Hermione at all, she was.....SNAPE! Harry looked horror struck. He turned to Ron to make sure he was seeing all this too... only to find Ron had changed too. He now look remarkably like Madame Hooch and for some reason was holding an extremely large coffee mug with a big smiley face on it. Snape had now transformed into a gigantic coffee pot and everyone in the common was laughing menacingly. All Harry could hear were echoes of "MUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Harry woke up and fell out of bed, screaming. AHHHHHH!! NOOOOOOOO!!
His screams woke up the other boys. Ron rushed over to him. "Harry! Are you all right? Did someone try to eat you again?"
"No, no I'm all right. I just had a nightmare. A very bad nightmare at that. He looked at the floor and saw what looked like flashing, multi- colored, light. "Where's that coming from?" He said looking up at Ron.
"Whoa!"
"What?"
"Look at your forehead!"
Harry quickly looked in the mirror that was hanging over his night stand.
"It's my scar! It keeps blinking... I think it means danger's coming." He said, squinting into the mirror to get a better look, since he couldn't find his glasses.
Seamus came over yawning. "Either that or Christmas is coming." He chortled . "It looks like someone's glued a Christmas light to your forehead!"
Harry rubbed his scar and it felt oddly like plastic. "IT IS A CHRISTMAS LIGHT! What kind of sick bastard would glue a Christmas light to my forehead?!?! He noticed Dean was in a giggle fit. "Oh so it was you!" He tried to pull the light off of his head so he could throw it at Dean, but it wouldn't come off. "You really going to get it!" He said as he fell over trying to rip the Christmas light from his head.