Harry the psycho.
Disclaimer: Hi were Avril and Emma. We live in Perth, Australia. We don't own the characters of this story we just own the plot. Please read and review because this is our first fic and we want to know what people think.
We find our hero Harry, who over his five years at hogwarts has on many occasions defeated lord Voldemort, sitting in a dark corner of the griffindor common room humming away in a high pitched voice to some gay- arse tune.
Harry: I'm going under... got to ... break through... I'm falling forever...
Hermione: Harry could you please stop singing that gay-arse tune!
Ron: Yeah Harry you're disturbing the peace.
Harry: Cant stop...going crazy...must sing...gay-arse tune
Hermione: you seriously need to see a psychiatrist.
Ron: yeah, how are you going to kick Lord Voldey's butt if you can't stop being all... weird.
Harry: mmmm... Voldey's butt.
Hermione: I'm telling Dumbledore. You need help.
Ron: Yeah
Hermione: I'll see him today in fact
Ron: yeah
Hermione: I'm really worried about your mental state Harry.
Ron: Yeah
Hermione: Ron, Can you please shut up and go away.
Ron: Yeah... Hey!
Ron slams down his apothecary studies book
Ron: Fine I'll just go somewhere where people appreciate me!
Hermione: he'll be back.
Harry: must...have...Voldey's...butt
Hermione: oh my god. I think I'm going to be sick.
Hermione goes to find professor Dumbledore. She enters his office.
Dumbledore: What seems to be the matter.
Hermione: I think Harry's lost the plot. I'm getting scared that he who should not be named...
Dumbledore: Oh just spit it out. His names Voldemort.
Hermione: Yeah, anyway I'm scared that there will be no one to kick Voldeys butt, and he seems to be back to good health each year.
Dumbledore: yes we do seem to be in a doozey of a pickle here who will be well enough to give him a good old wack around and send him packing with a yang bang splikety yak.
Hermione: Come again?
Dumbledore: Well anyway I'll have to get him a personal tutor to keep him up to scratch.
Hermione: Who?
Dumbledore: Well I would Put my hand up for the job but I'm way to busy. Plus the croquet championships are coming up. Wouldn't want to miss that!
Hermione: ...Yes well, quite.
Dumbledore: we'll have to have a teachers meeting to find some one stupid, I mean smart enough to be able to tutor Harry in the way of witch craft and wizardry.
Disclaimer: Hi were Avril and Emma. We live in Perth, Australia. We don't own the characters of this story we just own the plot. Please read and review because this is our first fic and we want to know what people think.
We find our hero Harry, who over his five years at hogwarts has on many occasions defeated lord Voldemort, sitting in a dark corner of the griffindor common room humming away in a high pitched voice to some gay- arse tune.
Harry: I'm going under... got to ... break through... I'm falling forever...
Hermione: Harry could you please stop singing that gay-arse tune!
Ron: Yeah Harry you're disturbing the peace.
Harry: Cant stop...going crazy...must sing...gay-arse tune
Hermione: you seriously need to see a psychiatrist.
Ron: yeah, how are you going to kick Lord Voldey's butt if you can't stop being all... weird.
Harry: mmmm... Voldey's butt.
Hermione: I'm telling Dumbledore. You need help.
Ron: Yeah
Hermione: I'll see him today in fact
Ron: yeah
Hermione: I'm really worried about your mental state Harry.
Ron: Yeah
Hermione: Ron, Can you please shut up and go away.
Ron: Yeah... Hey!
Ron slams down his apothecary studies book
Ron: Fine I'll just go somewhere where people appreciate me!
Hermione: he'll be back.
Harry: must...have...Voldey's...butt
Hermione: oh my god. I think I'm going to be sick.
Hermione goes to find professor Dumbledore. She enters his office.
Dumbledore: What seems to be the matter.
Hermione: I think Harry's lost the plot. I'm getting scared that he who should not be named...
Dumbledore: Oh just spit it out. His names Voldemort.
Hermione: Yeah, anyway I'm scared that there will be no one to kick Voldeys butt, and he seems to be back to good health each year.
Dumbledore: yes we do seem to be in a doozey of a pickle here who will be well enough to give him a good old wack around and send him packing with a yang bang splikety yak.
Hermione: Come again?
Dumbledore: Well anyway I'll have to get him a personal tutor to keep him up to scratch.
Hermione: Who?
Dumbledore: Well I would Put my hand up for the job but I'm way to busy. Plus the croquet championships are coming up. Wouldn't want to miss that!
Hermione: ...Yes well, quite.
Dumbledore: we'll have to have a teachers meeting to find some one stupid, I mean smart enough to be able to tutor Harry in the way of witch craft and wizardry.