Days We Remember. . .
Emett woke up to the sound of a local hippogriff singing, or shrieking if you asked others. She found herself laying in the middle of three other bodies, the twins on either side of her, and Harry behind her, keeping her in a comfortable position. She looked at each of them fondly, before using a quick Wingardium Leviosa to move the Fred and George against each other, taking up the space she was recently in. They didn't even make a peep, besides Fred's faint snores. Taking great care of not stepping on any leaves, she made her way to the Black Lake's shore, and watched as the giant squid played with some of the friendlier centaurs.
Sighing, Emett looked into the sky, to see it was midday. Luckily, they didn't have classes, for it was Hogsmeade weekend. Running her fingers through her surprisingly-still-soft-hair, she turned around, only to be met with Harry, a. . . taller Harry, "So, Harry, when did you get a growth spurt?"
He looked down at his body, he had discovered when he woke up he had grown to.
"I honestly don't know how this happened," he replied, "But somehow I think this is a bad sign."
Emett knew this to. "Yeah, somehow, I know this is a bad sign as well. I mean –your taller than the twins, by at least an inch!"
Harry nodded, also coming to that conclusion. He glanced back at the still sleeping twins, then looked back to Emett, "Operation Breakfast is Bed?" he whispered. She looked at him, and gave him a blood-thirsty grin that sent shivers down his spine.
"Only if we dress them up first, we wouldn't want them to look less than their best at the grand ole' meal, now would we?" Harry grinned as well. . .
That was how the twins ended up hanging from the Great Halls now neon pink ceiling, wearing frilly lilac dresses, completed with polka-dot stockings, high-heels on their feet, ("Thank Mother Magic for sticking charms!") and nice, beautiful, balloon animal hat's on their heads, still asleep. None of the professors had come down yet, and any of the early-rising students who were already up, just snickered and moved on to their meals. Harry and his female companion shook each other's hands, and patted their backs for a job well done.
Eventually, Professor Mcgonagall stepped in, and this triggered the second part of their prank. Fred and George's clothes exploded into glitter, and they dropped from the ceiling, landing on a newly-conjured pool of jelly, in nothing but their boxers. This woke them up, and they backed away from the now steaming Deputy Headmistress.
"MR. WEASLEY'S! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH?! THIS IS NOT A CIRCUS, DETENTION WITH FILCH FOR TWO WEEKS, AND FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"
The twins nodded vigorously, taking the clothes that Emett handed to them, and putting them on. With a swish of her wand, the Great Hall was back to normal. When the Professor left, the Hall burst out laughing at the twins, their expense.
As Harry nibbled on his jam-covered toast, he got the same tingling feeling again. Knowing that it was not a good sign, he stood up, and walked out briskly. Once he hit the corridors, he started dead-beat running. He had blood-rushing in his ears, and he could hear the calls of his friends behind him. He rasped out air as he hit the stairwells, going to the seventh floor, the Room of requirement. The tingling was starting to spread to his knees, and he knew he didn't have much time. He reached the entrance, and without even having to do the pacing bit, he was let in, Hogwarts sensing his distress. Not long after, his friends came in, breathlessly. George walked closer to him, "Mate, what's wrong? You booked it out of the Hall!" he shot at Harry, out of pure worry. Harry turned to Emett, franticly, the tingling now reaching his toes, he could start to feel pain coming on, "You know that talk we had about the bad signs of the growing?!"
Emett nodded, stepping closer, "It's got something to do with these weird tingling I've got, I think it might be from- AUGH!" Harry dropped to the ground clutching his head in pain.
"Harry!" The three of them rushed forward, only to be pushed back by a wave of raw magic. Screams filled the room, Harry's screams. Getting up, dizzily, Emett looked up, and gasped in shock. He. Was. growing!
"O-oh dear," She whispered to herself, Fred and George had been knocked out, and were leaning against the far wall. She got her wand out, and backed up warily, not sure what to do. Harry, who was now more than three times her size, was slowly filling the medium-sized room.
"We need a bigger room!" She watched as the room began to grow, but could barely keep up with the rapidly-expanding boy. She cast shrinking charms, but they only managed to make Harry grow more. She looked at Fred and George, who were leaning against the wall, closed to getting crushed. The room also sensed this, and pushed them outside into the corridor, then going back to trying to expand the room more to fit his needs.
Harry, who had passed out a while ago, was not showing any sign of stopping so far. Thinking quickly, she started letting her magic flow into the room, making it grow quicker. Sweat soon started to form on her face as she focused on keeping the flow steady, and backing up so she wouldn't get crushed under her Best-Friend. Labored breathes came out of her mouth as she fueled the castle. She glanced up at the giant Harry, to see that he was slowing sown. She finally severed off her flow of magic to the room, which was now about ¼ of the Quidditch field, in which Harry only filled up about half of that.
To put it simply, he was huge. Though the room kept expanding for purposes of holding the giant, he was no longer growing. She stumbled over to the wall, that was about thirty yards away from the exit, and slid down into a sitting position, gasping for air. Emett looked at the huge form of her friend, then blacked out.