Harry practically skipped to his first class that day. The sun was shining outside, but not to blazingly hot, with just a few big fluffy clouds to allow the occasional shade from the warmth of the sun. Harry's relationship with Ginny was progressing just as nicely as the weather. Warm and friendly, without being overly dramatic, with just a few classes away from each other to keep familiarity from breeding contempt. His mood was lighter then it'd been in some time, which was something special considering how many light moods he'd been having lately. As he pranced down the halls he said a warm hello to Professor Snape, who muttered something unintelligible in response. Harry was certain it wasn't "Hi, have a nice day." and that it was in fact something quite a bit ruder. Even this, though could not dampen Harry's spirits, for truly this was going to be a wonderful day.
What a shame that Hogwarts was attacked that day by Klingons. The vicious warriors tore through Hogwarts like a paper shredder through a Kingdom Hearts Walkthrough, slaughtering everyone they could find before looting the kitchen and beaming back up to their ships, laughing about their easy victory. Only young Ron Weasley, who was lucky enough to have found a good-sized barrel to hide in, was spared. He swore that he would rebuild Hogwarts to its former glory, but first the clean-up of this terrible mess. Unfortunately he slipped in the shower and hit his head so badly that he went into a coma...from which he would never recover.