A/N: I should be updating my other fanfic, but I got bored :P So my friend Jessica and I (you know, my partner in crime XD) decided to write another story. Unlike 'Edward meets Jace', it's actually in story format!

P.S. Just so you know, if you frolick in the rain, drink Monster energy drinks (the purple one X3) and read this fanfic in a British accent, it's WAY more funny than it actually is. Which is pretty funny.

Chapter 1

Idea 1: Go to the Movies

Harry was having a non-eventful day with his imaginary friend, Mr. Picklepants the Hedgehog, when the door opened and a mess of fiery red hair was in his face within a second.

"That's enough Harry; I'm taking you out to a movie tonight. Every since you killed You-Know-Who, you've been hiding. It's not good for your mental stability," said Ron.

Harry gave him a thoughtful look before saying,

"I think I will go to the movies tonight…but not with you mate."

"Who else do you have?"

"…Well…"

"Two tickets for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for Harry Potter and Mr. Picklepants."

The ticket dispenser raised her eyebrows.

"Mr. Picklepants?" she asked sceptically.

"Yes."

The ticket dispenser, Jessica, decided that this poorly attempted imposter of Harry Potter was completely bonkers and not worth tainting her own innocent mind.

"Here are your tickets, enjoy your show…" she trailed off as 'Harry' rushed off the popcorn stand.

Harry made his way over to the popcorn stand to a cute red headed girl who looked a lot like Ginny. 'Only hotter' he allowed himself such a thought as he eyed the girl.

"Hello, what can I get 'cha?" asked the girl.

"Hmm… what would you like Mr. Picklepants?" asked Harry, bending over to his friend.

The popcorn counter girl, Stephanie, looked quizzical as she bent over to see this mysterious Mr. Picklepants, only to be greeted with the poorly chosen carpet.

"Oh no, no. They don't sell those here silly!" said the dark haired customer.

Stephanie vaguely wondered what Mr. Picklepants was suggesting whilst debating on whether or not to call the nearby Mental Institute, when the customer popped up with a brightened face.

"I think we'll just get a large popcorn and two large iced teas," he said with a cheery tone.

Stephanie, deciding that as long as no harm came to the other customers, his overflowing imagination had nothing to do with her, passed on the desired items without a complaint.

"Enjoy your show."

"Don't rip my arm off Ron! I think you're overreacting," yelled Hermione.

"You don't understand, 'Mione! Ginny's still home, meaning Harry might be cheating on her!" yelled Ron, frantically looking around for the familiar mess of dark hair, "He never takes her out anymore!"

"Oh I doubt Harry's dense enough to tell you that he's going to the movies without Ginny if he was cheating – there he is!" pointed Hermione.

"Who's he with? Who's he with? Is it a girl? Is it a bloke? Is Harry gay? Bloody Hell Harry's gay!" exclaimed Ron.

"Ron calm down! He's alone!" reprimanded Hermione, "I told you there's nothing to worry about! Well, except he's talking to himself."

"Merlin's beard, it's worse than I thought!" shouted Ron, "We have to follow him and make sure he's not crazy! For Ginny's sake!"

"For Ginny, Ginny, Ginny! Is she all you care about?"

"Oh, Hermione, we're going to lose him if we don't hurry up!" Ron's face going purple, red and blue continuously.

"Oh so now it's about Harry! Fine, go make out with him for all I care!" Hermione stalked out dramatically.

"NOOOOOOO! Come back! The movie's about to start! The tickets aren't refundable!"

Harry and Mr. Picklepants were having a delightful conversation about how Robert Pattinson's hair could not look the way it did without having some kind of dead rodent within it. Most likely the fluffy kind. Harry thought it might be a rabbit, but Mr. Picklepants thought otherwise; he thought it extremely unlikely for a rabbit to snuff it in the hair of an unattractive actor. Rather, he thought it would be a skunk, whose main goal is to make unattractive actor's hair fluffy. And smelly.

And because of this, neither of them noticed Harry's best mate, Ron, slip in a seat behind them, intent on spying on Harry's mental health. Soon, however, all three of them were so absorbed in the movie that Ron completely forgot about his mission…and Hermione, but that's not important.

Right at the part of Bill and Fleur's wedding, Mr. Picklepants had to go to the loo, and Harry offered to hold his drink while he went (for some reason there were no cup holders – cheap movie theatre!).

Because Harry's eyes were fixed on Mr. Picklepants as he walked out of the theatre, he was completely shocked when Kingsley's patronus suddenly filled up the screen.

"AHHH!" screamed Harry as he threw both drinks into the air, one landing right on Ron's lap.

"Bloody Hell Harry!"

"Thanks a lot Ron! Can't you stay still in a movie theatre for twenty minutes?"

"How is it MY fault? You threw your drink on me! I look like I wet myself!" Ron's face reddened with anger.

"So you didn't wet yourself?" asked Harry suspiciously.

"NO! Now come one Harry, we're going HOME before you dump drinks on anyone else!"

During all this commotion, Mr. Picklepants was leisurely walking back to the theatre from the loo, only to find it empty of his dear friend, Harry Potter.