Disclaimer: Unless Umbridge is goth I do not own Harry Potter.

(AN) I am sick again and it sucks. I've got something... not for sure what. Oh, well. At least I'm keeping to my schedule...

Special Thanks: Dimcairien, thanks for the disclaimer ideas! They are appreciated very much. Also thanks to fclovesharrypotter for more disclaimer ideas! I'll use them sometime in the near future!

Harry Potter and Some Really Bad Luck

The next day Harry was feeling much better. His moon-sickness had left him other than a dizzy spell now and then, and a bit of a short temper. He was currently in potions, putting some asphodel into his smoking potion that was a thick mud-like substance, a pussy yellow color. Harry, holding his breath avoiding the putrid stench, desperately stirred his concoction, trying to save it. He failed miserably. With a loud BANG the potion exploded, covering him head to foot in the smelly mess. He wiped it off of his face in disgust and tried to clean his glasses as Snape swooped over to his table like the great bat he was.

"Mr. Potter, detention! You will stay after class and clean up this mess with your toothbrush! For now you can sit in your muck! Twenty points from Gryffindor!" he hissed gleefully, earning a moan from all of the Gryffindors and sniggers from the Slytherins. He then stalked of to terrorize a cowering Neville.

"Harry, why did you destroy your potion?" Hermione sighed tiredly.

Harry grumbled incoherently and began chopping rat tails with unneeded venom. He swore loudly when he sliced his finger on the knife, making Snape shout triumphantly, Thirty points from Gryffindor!"

Harry moaned and began banging hid head on the table in frustration.

"Poor Shadow," Ron said, looking at his friend with sympathy.

"Yes, poor me," Harry growled glaring daggers into Snape's back as he insulted a sobbing Neville.

Snape whipped around and yelled, "SIXTY PIONTS FROM GRYFFINDOR FOR TALKING!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all started grumbling abuse at the smug potions master under their breath as Malfoy giggled uncontrollably.

Soon enough class was dismissed. Ron and Hermione shot Harry apologetic looks as they walked out the door. As soon as the students were gone Snape shouted, "Accio Potter's toothbrush!" The toothbrush came zooming in out of nowhere and Snape caught it in his hand with ease. He threw it at Harry, the toothbrush bouncing off of his skull as he did so and commanded, "Pick it up and start scrubbing."

Harry, still dripping with yellow goo, narrowed his eyes at the Professor and bent down to pick up his toothbrush. He walked over to the table he had previously occupied and began scrubbing the mess in disgust. It did not clean very easily as it had hardened to a cement-like substance. So, after three hours of scrubbing Harry got fed up. While Snape's back was turned he whipped out his wand and muttered, "Sourgify!"

"Professor," he called innocently, "I'm done."

Snape looked up and gave him a searching look. "Fine, get out. I wish to be rid of your presence."

Harry, satisfied with himself, ran for the door. But in his haste he knocked into a pedestal upon which was a single lily. The flower, vase and all, went flying. Harry dove and caught it at the last second, hastily returning it to it's former place. But Snape had noticed.
"GET OUT!" he screamed, "OUT, OUT, OUT!"

Harry jumped and sprinted out the door, never noticing how Snape surged forward to cradle the lily to his chest, eyes glazed over with tears.

Harry rushed down the hall and rounded a corner, slamming into Cedric Diggory, causing him to be propelled backward a few feet and landing hard on his butt.

Harry coughed and spluttered upon inhaling all the cologne that the boy was wearing. "Sorry," he said, covering his nose. "Didn't see you."

"Y-you're Harry Potter!" said Cedric in shock. He made no attempt to help Harry to his feet.

"Erm, yeah," said Harry struggling to his feet, eyes watering from Cedric's strong stench. "Look... I'm sorry I ran into you..."

"Don't worry about it," Cedric said, grinning ear to ear.

"So, I heard you were in a pretty bad accident a few days ago... what happened?" the boy asked, smugness rolling off of him in waves much to Harry's confusion. What was he so smug about?

"Um, well, it turns out hippogriffs really just don't like me..."

"Oh, all right!" Cedric chirped in an annoyingly high vioce, eyes gleaming.

"Erm, are you all right?" asked Harry, inquiring at the boy's strange behavior.

Cedric smiled a crooked smile. "Just a bit starstruck," he declared.

Then without another word he strutted down the hallway in a cocky manner, humming to himself, as if he had just conquered the world.

"Huh, weird smelly kid," Harry muttered.

"You're one to talk you know!" declared a painting of an astronomer. "You're awfully smelly, covered in that slime..."

"Oh, shut it," Harry snapped as he began to make his was to the bathrooms to wash.

As he studied himself in the mirror of the restroom he saw that he did look and awful mess.

"Urg," he said, disgusted as he picked at a piece of crusty hair. "Merlin, I'm a mess."

And so he readied a warm bath. He sunk into it with a sigh, scrubbing himself with soap. He cleansed himself of dirt and negative feelings at the same time in his peaceful bath. Once he was clean he sighed and lie back, feeling the pleasant water undo all of the knots in his tensed muscles-

"Hello Harry!" called out Myrtle, popping out of Harry's bath water.

"ARG!" Harry cried, frantically scooping bubbles around him to conceal himself from the female ghost.

"How come you never visit me anymore Harry?" she said, sadness etched on her face.

"Well, it's a girl's bathroom... I'd get in trouble if I went in..." Harry said uncomfortably. He really didn't like Myrtle at all and was extremely uncomfortable at the present time, as he was sitting nude in front of a girl...even if it was a dead girl it was still a girl...

"Um... Myrtle... why are you in the boy's bathroom?" Harry asked uncertainly, hoping he wouldn't set her off, making her moan, and attracting an already angry Filch who hated Harry's guts for dumping them all over his cat...

"I visit other bathrooms, too!" she huffed indignantly.

"Well, I was just kind of taking a bath at the moment..." Harry said awkwardly.

"Oh, I get it! You don't want mopy, moaning Myrtle around to ruin you fun, do you? Well I've had enough! STUPID BOYS!" she wailed, plunging herself into Harry's bathwater and out of sight, making Harry leap from the tub and put his cloths on at top speed to get away from insane Myrtle who belonged in an asylum for dead children.

(AN) This chapter is more of a filler than anything. But there's some really good hidden facts in here as well. Keys to the plot of later on in the story. Have an awesome day guys!