He's A Nightmare, Honestly Ch. 3

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Harmony or Hinny?

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|NOW ON TO THE FIC|

After McGonagall had her long speech about how Harry was cough cough acting immature, cough cough, the five of them were shakily heading down the corridor.

"Harry," began Hermione, (Yes! Harry finally remembered her name!) "It was really good of you to get us out of trouble like that."

"Well don't mention it," replied Harry.

But then Audrey switched the topic. "But more to the point, are you okay? I mean you seemed pretty, um- pretty- pretty…"

"Upset?' offered Hermione.

"Triggered?' offered Tiffany.

"Scary?' offered Ron.

Everyone burst out laughing at the last one. Harry looked mock mortified.

"Am I all that scary? I don't think so."

"Oh, of course, you definitely are," exclaimed Ron truthfully, who actually looked mortified from reliving the memory.

"The word I was looking for is dysphoric," added Audrey, who had a penchant for eloquent words, just so she could confuse everyone.

"What?" asked everyone sans Harry.

"Well keep on walking, boys! You can't just stand there!" exasperated a smirking Tiffany beside a sniggering Hermione and an Audrey that tried to keep a straight face, as the boys did look a tad bit ridiculous, not moving while everyone attempted to dodge them.

"Oh!" said the two boys.

Back in the common room, Tiffany was attempting to write sheet music with a quill and making a rather blotchy quarter note. Oh whoops. Ron was trying to do potions homework with Hermione questioning him about chess in the background. Meanwhile, Audrey was trying to read her textbook without her green tinted glasses (she was dyslexic) for a challenge.

(A/N from AProudSlytherpuff, BookOwl's unofficial beta: "I don't know why I agreed to this." - Audrey Winters)

(A/N from The BookOwl Who Lived: I made you do it, Aud.)

(A/N from AProudSlytherpuff: I love how Audrey has an extensive vocabulary that is utterly useless except when trying to confuse people but is still dyslexic. Don't question it, guys.)

Harry, however, was up in the boys' dorm with the door locked. He was perched the rickety, dodgy chair in front of the writing desk with a violin. He used a stack of books as a stand. No one really knew he played and he hoped to keep it that way. Besides the whole world already knows how he became an orphan. He didn't need them to know he was a violinist too. Only Tiffany really knew that. She was the one who convinced him to play it instead of the clarinet in primary school. (Audrey, who was a clarinet player, protested.) He had personally told her to shut up about it. The only other thing they didn't know about was the extreme abuse he suffered at the Dursleys. Besides Tiffany, Hermione knew to an extent and Audrey knew a lot. They shut up on that too.

Harry was also aware that directly translated from Chinese, violin translates to "small lift piano", (小提琴) thanks to Audrey. Them three now always referred to it as the Small Lift Piano. He could hear Tiffany and Audrey talking, more like screaming downstairs and caught small segments of their conversation, as follows.

"BUT THAT'S NOT FAIRRRRRR"

"Too bad."

"Wait, what textbook is this?"

"Hogwarts, A History, why?"

"Oh, nothing."

He wondered what the heck was going on until he heard thumping on the stairs. Just then, he heard an Alohomora! And the door swung open and Audrey barreled through, almost knocking the bow out of his hands.

"Oi, Har-Har, have you seen my OpenDyslexic font copy of Hogwarts A History?"

"Um no-"

"Oh! Found it," Audrey pulled a book out of the stack of books Harry was using to prop up his sheet music.

"How'd it get in here?" asked Harry.

"I dunno, but gotta go!" and with that, she slammed the door.

He relocked the door and replaced the textbook she took away with another one that he found on Ron's bed. Audrey and Tiffany were screaming downstairs again. He continued to play Vivaldi's Summer when Audrey unlocked the door again and said

"Er sorry to bother you, Harry, but have you seen my copy of Hogwarts, A History in the font Dyslexie?"

"Umm no, but why do you happen to need it if you have the other copy?"

"Harry, kid, it's a long story."

"Hey! Just because I'm younger than you does not mean you are allowed to call me 'kid' at any given moment. Clear? Good. now leave."

"Yes boss," groaned Audrey, who slammed the door.

A few minutes later, poor Harry was startled by Tiffany's loud shriek.

"I QUIT!"