The Tenth Chapter...with a plot? Never.
Setting: Hogwarts (Random Girls Restroom)
(Cast of HP here.)
Harry: -sigh- Tell me again why we're in here?
Hermoine: Because, Harry - my god are you dense - we need to create a polyjuice potion!
Ron: ...why?
Hermoine: Uhm...it's in the script. -points-
Ron: Ohhh...I knew that.
Harry: No you didn't...
Ron: Well you didn't either...SHUT UP. -smacks-
Hermoine: -sighs- Alright, you two, I've created the potion...
Harry: That fast?!
Ron: Duh...STUPID. -smacks again-
Hermoine: Alright everyone, now's the time...
Everyone: -drinks the potion-
Harry: How strange...
Hermoine: Very strange..
Ron: Hm...
-Dumbledore, Snape, and other HP kids run in-
Snape: What the f---is going on??
Dumbledore: Everyone, listen closely. Cursing is bad. Very bad. You are NOT to say any naughty words in Hogwarts, or anywhere else, for that matter. Do I make myself clear?
Ron: I feel strangely...musical..?
Hermoine: I feel strangely...troubled?
Harry: I feel strangely...angry?
-random burst of light-
Dumbledore: WHATTHEF---ISGOINGON?!?!?!?!
Ron: Well this car is systematic, hydromatic, ultramatic...Why, it could be Greased Lightnin'!
Harry: -pulls out gun- -darts around- I'M ABOUT TO OPEN SOME F------- WINDOWS!!!!! -shoots everywhere-
Hermoine: Hmm... -randomnly shaves head-
Dumbledore: ...
Ron: -runs over to Snape- You better shape up, cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you...!!!!
Snape: -sniff- Thank you!!
Dumbledore: SEVERUS?!
Snape: ...MY MOM DIDN'T LOVE ME, OKAY?? -runs out sobbing-
Dumbledore: ...
-Tom Cruise randomnly appears-
Tom Cruise: It seems as though each of the three have messed up the polyjuice potions...they've turned into other people - but on the INSIDE, not the outside!!!
Dumbldore: -gasp- ...Oh, look a lemon drop. -wanders off-
Hermoine: I think I'll go to therapy.
Ron: But now there's nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head, hopelessly devoted to you...
Hermoine: Maybe I won't.
Draco: -runs in- OHMYGODTOMCRUISE -glomps-
Tom: GETOFFME!!
Draco: -sniff-
Hermoine: I think I'll go to therapy.
Draco: But, but, I thought you loved me?!?!
Tom: No, I'm a Scientologist. Duh.
Dumbledore: -runs in- -whisper- That means they're incapable of loving blondes. -runsout-
Draco: How rude. AND WHAT KIND OF A NAME IS TOM?!?! -leaves-
Hermoine: Maybe I won't.
Ron: Summer lovin' had me a blast, summer lovin' happened so fast...
Harry: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!
Everyone: -turns to look-
Harry: I'M TIRED OF THESE MOTHERF----- SNAKES ON THIS MOTHERF----- PLANE!!! -shoots up everyone-
Hermoine: So maybe I won't go to therapy. -dies-
Ron: Stranded at the drive in, branded a fool, what will they say Monday at school? -dies-
Harry: HELLSYEAH -dies-
Tom: -dies-
Dumbledore: -comes back in- Wha...oh sh--. -looks around- Could I get fired for this...?
Tom: -comes back to life- Yes, yes you could. -shoots Dumbledore- -looks around- -wanders off-
Draco: -comes back in- OHMYGOD...a lemon drop. -snatches- -runs off-
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Lemon drops are much cooler than dead bodies.