*Eee hehehe!! Another one! Yes they are psychotically short but there's gonna be a lot of them. They're multiplying like mad!!!*

The "Masked Nutter" Strikes Again OR Harry Takes A Whizzle In His Pants

Disclaimer: Once again, I own NOTHING.

Severus Snape had not been seen for days. Potions had been called off until he was found and "corrected."

HP- Man, I'm tired!

RW- Dude, I want some of those new candies!

HP- Huh?

RW- Gender-changing jellies!

HP- You want implants?!?

RW- NO! At Hogsmeade! If I would accidentally give one to Fred or George or both, they would be female for 24 hours!

HP- Um, they might enjoy that too much...anyway, goodnight.

RW- 'night.

They fall asleep.

PS- *whispering* Yes, another helpless victim....*he hops silently through the window and hides behind a dresser, then takes out two cell phones. One he places on the dresser, the other he takes and hides under Harry's bed. He then dials the other phone.*

*RING*

HP- Uh-huh? Whuh? *puts on his glasses and answers the phone, confused* 'Allo?

PS- Hellloooo, Clarice....

HP- *almost drops the phone* Who is this? What do you want?!

PS- I know what you did last summer...

HP- What? Okay, what's going on?

PS- I know where you are...do you know where I am?

HP- *looks around the room* Damn. You didn't leave your feet sticking out like in that movie I saw...look, what do you want?

PS- *cackles* Watch out Potter, I see your every move...*hangs up*

HP- Oh man, another person has me on their hit list! *puts the phone down shakily and tries to go to sleep*

*NEXT MORNING AT BREAKFAST*

RW- Dude, why are you all nervous and shaky?

HP- Somebody's trying to kill me again.

RW- Oh, nothing new then.

They eat food.

PS- *sneaks in wearing his pretty outfit and silently slithers up behind Potter. He kneels down right next to his ear. Somehow, nobody notices this* Hellllloooooo Clarice....

HP- AAAAAHHHHH!!! *he jumps up onto the table. A few seconds later a large, yellow puddle is forming around his feet*

PS- The Masked Nutter strikes again! Muh hahahahaha!! Hark, I must yet save Maid Marion! *he quickly pulls a pair of green tights onto the top of his head and runs out*

DM- Hee hee hee...that was great...

And so everyone continues to eat, except for the Gryffindor table, and waits in slight confusion for the next appearance of the "Masked Nutter."