OK, so this is a bit of a fun one-shot (maybe, depending on the interest). One of my friends thought it up in our History lesson, and I agreed to have a go at writing it, so here it is! I hope you have as much fun reading it, as I had writing it, as this is so random! All I ask is that you review, because even I know that I can go overboard sometimes!
It was the night of the Yule Ball. Both Harry and Ron were quite nervous about the upcoming night; Harry even more so because of the Champion's Opening Dance. He still felt as if he hadn't quite got the steps under control, and felt far from ready to 'boogie' in-front of his entire school, teachers included.
Ron and Harry were taking turns checking their reflections in Neville's hand mirror. They both wanted to look their best tonight. As Harry re-adjusted his glasses with the mirror's aid, Ron was looking for his bow-tie under his bed. He had somehow managed to misplace it again; that morning Ron had purposely placed it upon his bedside table so he wouldn't lose it.
It was when he was rummaging around under his four-poster that Ron heard his wand give a sharp crack beside him and Harry yell out.
'Harry, what is it?' asked Ron as he scrambled up from under the bed. He didn't pick up his wand as he passed it on the floor. From the way he could see Harry glaring at it, Ron thought it best to let it be.
'It was your wand, Ron; your wand just fired a spell at me! Well not at me particularly, but at the mirror, and it rebounded and hit me instead!' said Harry furiously. Had he not told Ron a million times before that he needed a new wand?
'What?' asked Ron dumbly. 'Harry, my wand couldn't have done anything to you. I wasn't even holding it!'
'Yeah, well it did,' muttered Harry, rubbing the top of his forehead. 'And it hurt, too! Can't you keep that thing under control?'
But Ron didn't reply. He was too busy looking at Harry's head where the curse had hit him.
'Ron? Ron, what are you looking at?'
Again, Ron didn't answer. Instead he pointed at Harry's head, his mouth forming a gaping hole. Now fearing the worst, Harry grabbed Neville's hand mirror from where he had dropped it on the floor. Almost instantly, his jaw dropped as he saw his reflection.
Harry's hair was – as strange as it sounded – now a dark-coloured mullet.
'But, Ron, how…?' Ron shook his head. He had no idea how his wand could have done this of its own accord. He was still staring at Harry's hair. He now looked rather comical – quite like a boy from the 80's in a wizard's modern dress robes. The whole effect was quite astounding.
Ron cleared his throat. 'I'll get Hermione, shall I?' Harry nodded. If anyone knew how to get him out of this one, it would be Hermione.
Still staring at Harry's instant mane of hair, Ron backed out of the dormitory's door and down the spiral staircase.
A few minutes later, Harry could hear two sets of footsteps hurrying up the steps.
Breathless and red in the face from running in her high-heels, Hermione appeared in the doorway. Still clutching a stitch in her ribs, Hermione didn't immediately realise what the problem was. Rounding on Ron (who was now standing next to Harry) for calling her up there for nothing, she suddenly caught sight of Harry's hair.
'Oh, Harry, what on earth happened?' asked Hermione, surprised. Harry saw the corner of her mouth starting to twitch.
'This isn't funny, Hermione!' snapped Harry, frustrated. Did both of them think that he had asked for this mullet?
'Oh, no, Harry, of course not,' said Hermione, fighting to keep her voice even, 'no, it isn't. Err, just give me a minute to think of a counter spell.' Hermione racked her brains for a spell that could reverse hair-damage, as Harry restlessly paced the room. Meanwhile, Ron had pushed past Hermione and was sitting on his four-poster bed, still gaping at Harry.
'OK, Harry, come here. I don't know if this will work, but I might as well try it…'
Half-an-hour later, neither Harry's hair or temper had improved. Hermione was quickly running out of spells, and Ron wasn't helping at all by laughing at the pair of them.
'C'mon Hermione, something has to work,' said Harry uncertainly through gritted teeth. Her last spell hadn't had any more effect than any of the others.
'I'm sorry, Harry, I don't know what else to do,' confessed a baffled Hermione. 'I can't transfigure it, reverse it, charm it, vanish it… ' she said, her sentence trailing off into thoughtful silence.
'Of course!' exclaimed Hermione suddenly, making both Ron and Harry jump. 'Why didn't I think of it before?!' And with that, Hermione dashed out or the room leaving the other two staring at the spot where she had been.
'Why does she always do that?' muttered Ron to Harry, who shrugged.
Hermione returned a minute later holding a tatty-looking hairbrush triumphantly in her hand. Both Harry and Ron looked at her blankly as she stepped into the room.
'Erm, Hermione, are you gonna try and reverse the spell with a hairbrush?' asked Ron incredulously. 'This is crazy, even for you!'
Hermione ignored Ron and crossed the room. Standing behind Harry, she started to attack his hair – somewhat violently – with the old hairbrush. Harry had opened his mouth to yell in pain, but found that he didn't need to. Hermione's brush had broken cleanly in two.
'Hermione!'
'Hmmm…' thought Hermione. 'Just as I thought. There's something seriously wrong with your hair, Harry. I can't even brush it; and this is my magically-reinforced hairbrush! It can brush even the wildest hair into place…' said Hermione, holding up the broken pieces in her hand.
'You have a magically-reinforced hairbrush?' asked Rom interestedly. 'Is your hair that bad?'
Hermione now turned around to face Ron. Her cheeks had turned a light shade of pink. 'Yes, Ronald, and at least my hair looks decent in the morning, which is more than I can say for you.' Ron looked quite taken aback at Hermione's comeback, and didn't say anymore.
Now ignoring Ron, Hermione turned back to Harry.
'If my hairbrush doesn't work, then there's only one other thing that I think will…' said Hermione, staring at the broken hairbrush in her hand. Not looking at Harry, Hermione carried on, 'but I don't think you'll like it Harry. I don't think you'll like it at all…'
OK, so there you go. There's the first chapter. Please review (cause the button is just there, at the bottom left of these words).
Just have to say (again) that this whole idea was my friend's, so DR Neff, I hope you like it!
For those of you who are interested, I have actually started on the second chapter! Believe it or not, I do know where this story is going, cause I have a storyline! (for once)
Even though I have the next chapter on my computer, I mightn't put it up for a while. Depends on the reviews, I suppose….
(that's your cue to review, in case you didn't pick that up)
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