Harry's Hairy arms
There was once a guy called Harry Potter who was very ugly-so ugly that he was not allowed 5 meters near a mirror for he would shatter it to pieces. One day he decided to undergo plastic surgery. The doctor said that he had very hairy arms and he had never seen anything this ugly. He then decided to ask Michael Jackson for advice to look like a girl since he had lousy luck looking like a guy. Michael Jackson took one look at Harry's arms and was so horrified he ran off to his mummy.
Would Harry ever find a way to cure his hairy arms that look as though they belong to a gorilla? .we think not o.O Harry is truly doomed!!!
His mother then introduced him to Draco Malfoy, an expert on losing hairy arms. He took one look at those hideous arms and decided it was incurable! Harry felt like committing suicide. That's when Professor Lochart came along to tell Harry his secret formula to get rid of hair. Harry was overjoyed! He would be hairy no longer!
When Harry tried to use this formula, he accidentally put on too much. The formula backfired and Harry became hairier than ever. "This is terrible," Harry thought. There was no way Harry would ever get to look handsome and have a girlfriend. Finally, Harry decided to admit defeat and take a walk down memory lane.
It had all started on a warm spring afternoon. Harry was practicing quidditch with his fellow Gryffindor team mates. He had the snitch within his grasp when "BAM!" Harry looked around to find where the noise had come from. There was no one on the quidditch pitch except for the Gryffindor quidditch team. All of a sudden it started raining "Michael Jackson is hot" badges. George Weasley seized a bad and suddenly a horror-struck look appeared on his face. "God, it's hideous!"
The badge then glued itself onto George's quidditch robes. No sooner had that happened, a badge had glued itself onto Harry's robes. Harry knew who did this. There was no bigger Michael Jackson fan at Hogwarts than Professor Snape. When Harry arrived at Snape's office, he expected Snape to deny the fact he had even heard of Michael Jackson. He walked in and found every single piece of Michael Jackson collectible every made and in the corner an evil rubber ducky which was red and had black horns. This left Harry thoroughly disturbed.
"I don't like Michael Jackson!" Harry said to Snape. "I demand you take remove the badge from my robes!"
"Fine, but only if you plait my hair!" Snape replied.
As strange as this request was, Harry fulfilled it. "Now change me back!"
Snape gave Harry a potion which he guaranteed would remove the badge. Harry eyed Snape suspiciously, but in the end took the potion despite every nerve in his body telling him not to. Harry felt light-headed and dizzy. He woke up to find Snape looking down at him cackling and that his arms were 50 times as hairier than they were before.
"I forgot to tell you, hairy arms are a side-effect," Snape continued his ear-splitting cackle.
There was once a guy called Harry Potter who was very ugly-so ugly that he was not allowed 5 meters near a mirror for he would shatter it to pieces. One day he decided to undergo plastic surgery. The doctor said that he had very hairy arms and he had never seen anything this ugly. He then decided to ask Michael Jackson for advice to look like a girl since he had lousy luck looking like a guy. Michael Jackson took one look at Harry's arms and was so horrified he ran off to his mummy.
Would Harry ever find a way to cure his hairy arms that look as though they belong to a gorilla? .we think not o.O Harry is truly doomed!!!
His mother then introduced him to Draco Malfoy, an expert on losing hairy arms. He took one look at those hideous arms and decided it was incurable! Harry felt like committing suicide. That's when Professor Lochart came along to tell Harry his secret formula to get rid of hair. Harry was overjoyed! He would be hairy no longer!
When Harry tried to use this formula, he accidentally put on too much. The formula backfired and Harry became hairier than ever. "This is terrible," Harry thought. There was no way Harry would ever get to look handsome and have a girlfriend. Finally, Harry decided to admit defeat and take a walk down memory lane.
It had all started on a warm spring afternoon. Harry was practicing quidditch with his fellow Gryffindor team mates. He had the snitch within his grasp when "BAM!" Harry looked around to find where the noise had come from. There was no one on the quidditch pitch except for the Gryffindor quidditch team. All of a sudden it started raining "Michael Jackson is hot" badges. George Weasley seized a bad and suddenly a horror-struck look appeared on his face. "God, it's hideous!"
The badge then glued itself onto George's quidditch robes. No sooner had that happened, a badge had glued itself onto Harry's robes. Harry knew who did this. There was no bigger Michael Jackson fan at Hogwarts than Professor Snape. When Harry arrived at Snape's office, he expected Snape to deny the fact he had even heard of Michael Jackson. He walked in and found every single piece of Michael Jackson collectible every made and in the corner an evil rubber ducky which was red and had black horns. This left Harry thoroughly disturbed.
"I don't like Michael Jackson!" Harry said to Snape. "I demand you take remove the badge from my robes!"
"Fine, but only if you plait my hair!" Snape replied.
As strange as this request was, Harry fulfilled it. "Now change me back!"
Snape gave Harry a potion which he guaranteed would remove the badge. Harry eyed Snape suspiciously, but in the end took the potion despite every nerve in his body telling him not to. Harry felt light-headed and dizzy. He woke up to find Snape looking down at him cackling and that his arms were 50 times as hairier than they were before.
"I forgot to tell you, hairy arms are a side-effect," Snape continued his ear-splitting cackle.