Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his messy black hair. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter was checking over his appearance in the mirror. His black hair was as unkempt and messy as usual. He took a brush to it in an attempt to smooth it over, but it would just spring right up. When that didn't work, he tried to push it down with his two hands. He left his hands there for a couple of minutes before removing them from his head. When that attempt failed, and failed miserably at that, he took out a bottle of gel from the drawer and liberally applied it to his hair. Miraculously, it stayed down. Harry was ecstatic!
BROING!
Oops, spoke too soon, he thought miserably, for his hair had just ungelled itself.
"AAUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!!" Harry screamed in frustration, while pulling at his hair. Harry's hair just wouldn't stay down!
Suddenly, a 75-watt Afterglo fluorescent light bulb went over his head.
"I know!" Harry exclaimed. "I'll get a haircut!"
Just as Harry was about to leave and put his plan into action, he smelled smoke in his close vicinity. He sniffed the air, trying to find the source of the fire. He looked up into the mirror to see where the fire was coming from and nearly died from fright when he did.
The LIGHTBULB over his head was SPARKING and his HAIR had caught ON FIRE!!!
"AAAAUUUGHHHHH!!! Get it out! Get it out!" Harry wailed, flailing his arms in horror around the room.
He quickly ran into the shower and turned on the water. Soon afterwards, Harry came out, dripping wet. He was wondering how much damage was done by the fire. He dreaded having to look into the mirror, but eventually he did, and when he did, he stood there, staring at his reflection, in shock.
His hair was completely SINGED OFF! Not even a SINGLE FOLLICLE remained!
His mouth gaping, Harry brought his hand up to touch his newly-bald head. He just kept rubbing the top of his head in circles, while his shock slowly wore off. He was getting used to his bald head. And soon, he wasn't just warming up to his lack of hair situation.
He was utterly THRILLED with the idea! No more unruly hair to manage!
Yes, Harry finally decided that he was completely satisfied with his new haircut. And, after changing out of his wet clothes into some dry ones, Harry proceeded to The Great Hall, proudly sporting his shiny bald head.
A/N: I have no idea where this idea came from. It just popped into my head last night, and I wrote it down. I know, it's stupid! But I wrote it anyway, and I thank you for reading it. And an extra thanks to those who review! ^_^