Joanne Rowling and the Less-Than-Harry Potter
"So, there isn't going to be a 'Harry Potter's Midlife Crisis'?" asked the journalist with a smile.
A smile crept across J. K. Rowling's face as she thought about it. Harry getting older… What would happen…?
"Jo?"
…
Harry Potter blearily opened his eyes. He stumbled into the bathroom and looked at his reflection.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!"
He felt his head in horror. Where was his hair!
"AAAAAAHHHHH!"
Later on in the day, Ginny came back from shopping. She saw him collapsed on the couch, looking kinda hung-over. "Uh, Honey?" said Ginny slowly. "What are you doing? What's with the hat?"
"I have no hair," Harry grumbled.
Ginny blinked slowly, trying to figure out the best way to handle this situation. "Oh… kay… Do you need a hug?"
"I'm OLD!" he wailed, waving his arms around. "If you hug me I might collapse into carbon atoms!"
"I'm sure it's not that bad," said Ginny, putting down her groceries and tugging off his cap. "AAAAAAHHHHH! Wh- Wh- How did it all fall out in one night!"
Harry grabbed his hat and stuck it on his head, feeling even worse than before.
Meanwhile outside, Fred and George high-fived each other. "He'll never know," they whispered.
…
"Mrs. Rowling? Are you okay? Should I call the hospital?"
"What…? Oh, no. I'll be fine." J. K. Rowling snickered. "I just hope Harry remembers to ask the twins about suspicious hair-loss…"
