The Totally Backwards Day in Hogwarts School
Chapter 1: Harry Begins to Freak Out
Author's Note: Um, I warn you, this is weird.
Ah, a Monday. In the boys' dorm of Gryfindor House, Harry awakens and groggily gets up to go to breakfast.
"Hello, R--" Harry stopped short and his mouth fell open.
"R-Ron, is that you?" Harry asked to a boy with brown curly hair working busily on a Muggle Laptop and about five books propped around his plate.
"Of course I am. Who else?"
That wasn't excactly true...
"You're hair's.. brown."
"Why, yes, it is. How observative, Harry!" He wasn't sarcastic self anymore, as he usually was.
"But your hair's curly? And you've got a Muggle computer? And where'd you get all those books? You got rid of your freckles? Are you nuts?!"
"My answers, in the order of your questions, are yes, yes, at the wonderful little shop in Hogsmeade, yes, and no. Well, at least I hope it's no. Macademia or pistacho, Harry?" Ron chuckled dignantly.
Harry's eyes went all weird and, you know, bugged out and stuff.
"You're weird." Harry shook his head to get the idea of Ron Weasley going to a bookstore instead of Zonko's out of his mind, and turned to where Hermione usually sat.
"'Morning, Herm-- Ginny?!" He was facing the back of a straight-haired red-headed girl. She turned around."
"Honestly, Harry, you should get your glasses fixed. I'm Hermione, duh! By the way, who does your hair? Albert Einstien?!"
Harry chose to ignore that.
"Uh, where's all your homework, Hermione?"
"Homework? Oh yeah, homework. Forgot it."
"But you've never-- what are you--?" he stared at Hermione.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HERMIONE?!" Harry screamed.
"Shut up, Harry, people're starting to stare. So I dyed my hair, straightened it, penciled on some freckles, and--"
"Forgot your homework!!"
"Yeah, so?"
"So?" Harry said ludicrously. "So?! SO?!?!?! HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD?" Harry roared.
"Considering you're in it, probably."
"GRRRRRR!" Harry growled. He stormed away and ate alone.
Chapter 1: Harry Begins to Freak Out
Author's Note: Um, I warn you, this is weird.
Ah, a Monday. In the boys' dorm of Gryfindor House, Harry awakens and groggily gets up to go to breakfast.
"Hello, R--" Harry stopped short and his mouth fell open.
"R-Ron, is that you?" Harry asked to a boy with brown curly hair working busily on a Muggle Laptop and about five books propped around his plate.
"Of course I am. Who else?"
That wasn't excactly true...
"You're hair's.. brown."
"Why, yes, it is. How observative, Harry!" He wasn't sarcastic self anymore, as he usually was.
"But your hair's curly? And you've got a Muggle computer? And where'd you get all those books? You got rid of your freckles? Are you nuts?!"
"My answers, in the order of your questions, are yes, yes, at the wonderful little shop in Hogsmeade, yes, and no. Well, at least I hope it's no. Macademia or pistacho, Harry?" Ron chuckled dignantly.
Harry's eyes went all weird and, you know, bugged out and stuff.
"You're weird." Harry shook his head to get the idea of Ron Weasley going to a bookstore instead of Zonko's out of his mind, and turned to where Hermione usually sat.
"'Morning, Herm-- Ginny?!" He was facing the back of a straight-haired red-headed girl. She turned around."
"Honestly, Harry, you should get your glasses fixed. I'm Hermione, duh! By the way, who does your hair? Albert Einstien?!"
Harry chose to ignore that.
"Uh, where's all your homework, Hermione?"
"Homework? Oh yeah, homework. Forgot it."
"But you've never-- what are you--?" he stared at Hermione.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HERMIONE?!" Harry screamed.
"Shut up, Harry, people're starting to stare. So I dyed my hair, straightened it, penciled on some freckles, and--"
"Forgot your homework!!"
"Yeah, so?"
"So?" Harry said ludicrously. "So?! SO?!?!?! HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD?" Harry roared.
"Considering you're in it, probably."
"GRRRRRR!" Harry growled. He stormed away and ate alone.