Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except my face ha ha ha!

The trio sat at the round kitchen table with a plate of cookies in the middle of them. Well, not exactly in the middle. It was in front of Harry, and Harry was devouring the cookies faster than the speed of light. Hermione sat there watching him, interested and disgusted. Harry's face was coated in chocolate, but Hermione had never seen something move at the speed of light, besides light. Ron hadn't either. Ron and Harry would be sharing the cookies, if Ron was trying to lose weight. Lavendar had said he was too fat, and he took it to heart. Even though Harry ate cookies at he speed of light, the fat didn't go to his body. It went to his head, so he had an extremely fat head. He had to buy another broom customized for him, because his old broom couldn't support the weight of his fat head.

Then Mr. Weasley bounced into the kitchen, and sat down next to Harry.

"Harry my boy, you need to slow down the pace, my boy." Harry slowed down to the speed of sound. Mr. Weasley reached into his bag and pulled out a plate of brownies, and put them on the table.

"These are for a meeting so don't eat them, all right? I have to go to the bathroom." When Mr. Weasley went in there they heard him saying, "Ah, this feels good. I haven't gone to the bathroom in six years." Ron's eyes began to water as he looked longingly at the chocolate brownies. He wanted those brownies.

"Maybe, I should eat the brownies..." said Ron. Harry was too busy indulging himself to listen.

"No, Ron," said Hermione. "Your dad will eat you!"

"I highly doubt it" said Ron reaching for a brownie. But then he remembered how much his dad liked his brownies. Suddenly a creature knee length came out of Ron.

"Who are you" hollered Ron.

"I am your conscius" said the green creature. "Now eat the brownies or I will." Ron crossed his arms.

"Well you do that, but I am not getting blamed for anything!" So the conscious climbed up onto the table, congratulating Harry on the speed he was eating the cookies, and then ate all the brownies in one bite, plate and all. Then he hopped back into Ron. Mr. Weasley came back into the kitchen.

"Ron!" he yelled. "Did you eat the brownies? Now I am going to eat you!"

"But it wasn't me!" Ron said, narrowly escaping his dad's teeth. "My conscious did it!"

"Conscious get over here!"