A/N: Hello everyone! Or no one! Whatever... This is ride-on-Bon, hacking limwen's account because she told me to post my part I. So, here I am. Except, this be not Part I. This be the prologue-y thing. The original. Which I wrote. When I was 12. And then re-made when I was 14. And edited slightly ever since then. I am not responsible for anything written in the original, at all, as it was a very long time ago (eye twitches). So ... onward!

CLARE IS A CHEESY LOBSTER HEAD ON BREAD – the original version

Tonight was the night of the big Hogwarts dance. Clare, as usual, was very unprepared. Arielle and Laura, on the other hand, had been preparing since the beginning of the school year. Laura was going with Harry (yes, this is a fictional story), Arielle was going with Orlando Bloom (can't we all dream ?) and Clare was without a date, for now:. We find the story beginning right about now. 

"You guys!" shrieked Clare bursting into the fifth year girls' dormitory with a grin. "Guess what?"

"Clare!" Arielle yelled, who was trying to do Laura's makeup. "Look what you made me do!"

"What did you do?" cried Laura, reaching for the mirror.

"Stop!" ordered Arielle. "I can fix it!"

She pulled Laura back and rubbed Laura's eye with a tissue wet with eye makeup remover.

"Hello!" Clare said, putting her hands on her hips. "I said 'guess what?'"

"Oh," Arielle replied carelessly. "What?"

"I'm going to the dance with Ron!"

Laura raised her eyebrows. "Oh really, Clare, I'm glad you're seeing new people." Laura said with tons of sarcasm that Clare didn't seem to hear.

"I know, isn't it great?!"

Laura was about to burst with laughter.

"Oh, laugh while you can, Laura," Clare said, her chest swelling, "but wait till you see what I'm wearing!"

"I can't even imagine," Arielle muttered under her breath.

"I'm going to be a lobster!" Clare announced happily.

"Can I see your outfit?" Arielle asked.

"Oh, you will wish it was yours when you see it!"

Arielle was wearing a short royal blue Japanese style dress and had chopsticks in a bun in the back of her head. Laura was wearing a black mini skirt and a light purple belly-button shirt. It was also in a Japanese style but with a few differences. On the top right corner of the shirt was Laura's first name written in cursive in a slightly darker thread. Little baby blue stars and moons were in a line across her shoulders. But neither girls' outfits were quite as unique as Clare's. Because when she came out of the bathroom she was dressed in a lobster suit.

"Wow, Clare," Laura said, trying not to laugh. "That's really … um … creative…?"

"It was Julie's idea!" Clare said happily.

"I'm sure it was," Laura muttered.

"Clare," Arielle said, raising her eyebrows, "this isn't a costume dance."

"I know!" Clare said. "Why'd you ask?"

"No reason," Arielle said turning back to Laura.

That night Laura was sitting in a chair in the common room, her legs swinging freely over the armrest. Arielle was leaning against the back of Laura's chair with Orlando Bloom. Harry was standing next to Laura's chair looking at Laura, who found it very annoying.

"Where's Clare and/or Ron?" asked Laura, looking up both the girls' and boys' staircases.

A scream issued from the girls' dormitory. Five seconds later, Clare appeared on the top balcony. Harry and Orlando Bloom turned away 'cos all Clare was wearing was a towel.

"What's wrong, Clare?" asked Laura, smiling.

"I can't find my lobster suit!" wailed Clare.

"Oh, that's too bad," Arielle said, trying to keep a straight face. "If you can't find it, you'll just have to wear something else!"

Clare let out a little moan and hurried back into her dorm. Ten seconds later, Ron appeared at the foot of the boys' staircase.

"Where's Clare?" he asked.

"She's in hysterics about lobsters, but she'll be out here in a sec."

"Lobsters?" said Ron.

"Yes lobsters," Arielle replied.

"Oh, will you look at the time!" Laura cried, checking her wrist that didn't have a watch. "Harry, we're going to be late!"

"No, we're not-" Harry started, but Laura elbowed him to make him shut up.

"See ya, bye!" yelled Laura, dragging Harry through the Portrait Hole.

"You know what, I think we'll go too!" Arielle announced as she and Orlando Bloom hurried out of the common room too.

Ten minutes later, Clare and Ron still hadn't arrived at the dance. Arielle and Orlando Bloom were dancing romantically. Laura was leaning against the wall in manifest boredom. Her normally pale face was flushed since no one had even thought that it might be a tad warm with every student in Hogwarts now in the Great Hall. It was stuffy and warm. Laura was upset and definitely close to tears. The whole point of coming here was to annoy Cho by dancing with Harry. But no! Harry wasn't asking her to dance and if she had to wait another thirty seconds she was walking out… But wait! Harry was walking over to her. Laura stood up straight and added in a perfect hair-flip for good luck.

"Hi, Harry!" Laura squeaked happily.

"Um…" he stammered. "Hi, Laura."

"Listen," he said, "do you…"

"Of course!" cried Laura eagerly.

Harry looked at her oddly. "Did you take your medicine today?" Harry teased.

Laura hit him playfully.

"So," Harry continued, "like I was saying, do you know where Clare and Ron are?"

Laura was so shocked that Harry hadn't asked her to dance that her legs felt like jello and she collapsed. She hadn't fainted but just fallen.

"Are you OK?" asked Harry, extending his hand to help her up.

Laura hoped no one had seen, but in a nanosecond, Madame Pomfrey was upon them.

"No-I-don't-need-the-hospital-wing!" gasped Laura as Madame Pomfrey grabbed her arm firmly and attempted to drag her to the hospital wing.

But would she succeed? Fat chance. Laura grabbed a table corner to prevent herself from being taken any further.

"Come on, Miss. Weatherer," insisted Madame Pomfrey, "you're obviously ill, passing out like that!"

"I didn't pass out," cried Laura, "I just tripped!"

Madame Pomfrey stopped and released Laura's arm. "Did you really?"

"Yeah, I-" started Laura, but Cho Chang who was now next to Madame Pomfrey cut her off.

"I don't think she did just trip," Cho announced. "Her cheeks are really pink and the rest of her face is really pale…"

"My cheeks are always really pink and the rest of my face is always really pale," argued Laura, though no one seemed to have heard.

"Miss. Chang, you're absolutely right!" Madame Pomfrey said, staring at Laura. "Let's go down to the hospital wing, my dear." Madame Pomfrey took Laura's arm once more and attempted to drag her out of the Great Hall.

Laura stuck her tongue out at Cho when Madame Pomfrey wasn't looking. Cho just grinned evilly and gave Laura a small wave. The only good thing about Cho doing this was that Harry was glaring at Cho like she was Peter or Andrew after they'd done something really evil. Harry hurried towards Laura. He shoved Cho out of his way. Little hearts started to dance around Laura's head.

"Madame Pomfrey!" Harry interrupted. "It's not Laura's fault she fainted; it's really hot in here. She just got dizzy! We should open a door or window or something!"

"You're right!" Madame Pomfrey said. "I'll open one on our way out."

Darn it. Laura was sure that lie (wasn't Harry getting good at lying?) would work.

Then suddenly, a bang echoed through the Great Hall like a clap of thunder. Every student's head automatically turned. Standing in the doorway was… (No, not Clare, Ron, Mr. A, Ms. Fitz, Voldemort the cross dresser or Bush) …Marcy. Every mouth (except Marcy's) let out an ear-shattering scream. There was a stampede to get away from Marcy. A huge dust cloud rose and when the dust settled there was not a single person in the Great Hall besides Marcy.

Laura and Harry had chosen to hide in a rather large ceramic pot. Maybe only one of them should have hidden in there.

"Ow! Laura, move over!" Harry muttered, giving her a gentle shove.

"I can't, you-" Laura began, but she stopped.

Something strange, but oddly familiar was happening. Laura was feeling dizzy. The pot and Harry were fading… Then, something new flashed before emerald eyes. It was Marcy. She was in the Great Hall, looking directly at her … or looking straight ahead. Then, the clock chimed, signalling eight o'clock pm. The door swung open revealing Clare and Ron. Marcy turned to face them. She was going to hypnotise Ron!

"Laura! Laura!" hissed Harry, shaking her. "What's wrong?"

Laura felt sick. She felt dizzy and like she was about to faint.

"I had a vision," whispered Laura.

"What about?" asked Harry eagerly.

Laura chose not to reply. Instead, she asked a question of her own. "What time is it?"

"Uh … 7:59, but what-" said Harry, checking his watch.

"Ohmigosh!" cried Laura hysterically. "We need to save Clare and Ron!"

"What-" began Harry

Laura rammed the side of the pot really hard. The pot tipped over and shattered.

"Oooh!" cried Marcy, spotting them. "Hi!"

"Shield your eyes, Harry!" yelled Laura, seizing Harry's glasses.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed. "I can't see!"

"Oh relax, Weatherer," Marcy said, narrowing her perfect blue eyes. "I'm not going after him," she pointed at Harry.

"You're not?" asked Laura suspiciously. "How come?"

"It's getting boring just going after you guys," Marcy said shortly. "I need

And that's all she (meaning I) wrote. The next version (Clare is a Cheesy Lobster Head on Bread - the Unrated version) which is Part I, written by me last year was a remake of this one and had some creative liberties taken with it because I found the original in my "Harry Potter Stories Age 11-12" folder and couldn't remember where I was going with it. So...