When the saving people thing goes too far...
Disclaimer:I am clearly not J.K Rowling,since I do not have billions in my bank account.
Author's note:Hi! This is my first story. This an idea which popped into my head when my friend, a fellow Potterhead and I were talking. I would really appreciate it if you could review. This was also posted in Wattpad by my friend, if you would prefer to read it there.
Harry was bored. Scratch that, he was bored out of his skull. After Voldemort had been destroyed, he had come back to Hogwarts to finish his 8th year and to get his NEWTS. However, without him having Moldyshorts to kill, he did not have anything to do. Unless he wanted to do his homework. And no one would do that voluntarily. Well, Hermione would, but that wasn't the point.
Now he was sitting in the Great Hall, listening to that stupid song of the Sorting Hat's.
"You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart."
Wait. Chivalry? LIGHTBULB!
He stood up suddenly, knocking Ron and Hermione into their plates. They looked up , glaring angrily. Normally, that would not have had so much of an effect, but the chilli sauce on the spaghetti was all over both of their faces. Well, simply put, they looked like younger versions of the Bloody Baron. But Harry didn't notice. He dashed out of the hall, banging the Great Doors open. He sprinted to the second floor, and then stood in front of a girls' toilet.
He looked around where the damsel in distress lay. Well, more of ghost in distress, but you get the point. Bowing low, Harry said,
"Lady Myrtle, of the Most Noble out-of-order toilet, I have come to save you from your most grievous fat-"
"I'm afraid you are too late for that Mr Potter, Ms Myrtle is has been dead for sixty years. Now I would be happy if you stopped entering girls' toilets. It has become disturbingly frequent." stated McGonagall dryly. " Now, I would thank you if-" McGonagall started before she was cut off. "Of course you will. I, the great Harry James Potter, the boy-who-lived, the man-who-conquered-the-dark-lord, the chosen one, the slayer of the basilisk, the stunningly handsome and the ladies' man am here to save the school once again! Lady Myrtle, fear not! The mighty kni-" "MR POTTER SHE IS ALREADY DEAD! Return to the Great Hall NOW!" shouted Professor McGonagall. "Now, now professor, play nice. I might consider taking away my services from the school." said Harry, with a disappointed look on his face.
"Lady Myrtle, how could you? I AM HARRY BLOODY POTTER! HOW COULD YOU DIE BEFORE I SAVED YOU?" shouted Harry in anguish which tore his heart. Well, maybe not. "Who is that?" Myrtle said, coming out of the U-bend. "Ooooohhhhh, Harry Potter!" she squealed. "Lady Myrtle, forgive me, I have failed you. What can I do to make it up to you?" "Well, you could reconsider my previous offer. Harry, would you live with me in my toilet?" said Moaning Myrtle, batting her eyelashes. "Very well. I bestow upon you the honor of my presence, graceful Lady, so that you shall not roam alone for the rest of your life. I consent to be the Lord of the most noble Toilet." declared Harry, bowing low. "Oooohhhh! I can show you to your cubicle now!" Myrtle squealed. Harry followed Myrtle with a regal stance.
" I knew that all the stress from fighting You-Know-Who would get to the boy one day. I should have done something" muttered McGonagall sadly while exiting the toilet.
And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how Harry James Potter's saving people thing went too far one day.