The Totally Backwards Day at Hogwarts School
Chapter 9: The End, but in HP4 the last chapter was called The Beginning but that is just weird and The End makes more sense.
Harry woke up. He saw a red-headed figure standing above him. He was surely in the hospital wing.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Harry asked the figure.
"Take a look at this, 'Mione!" Ron's normal voice called. "Harry really HASN'T noticed you're a girl in three years!"
"At least he hadn't woken up calling his Auntie P., like in that movie, Ron," Hermione's voice responded.
"Ron!" Harry said excitedly. "You're back to normal!" Harry got up and hugged Ron. "Yes! You're back to normal!"
Ron stared at Harry. He'd bever hugged Ron before. "Or-- maybe he hasn't noticed I'm a boy," Ron said. "By the way, Harry, the back of your hospital suit's open." Hermione buried her face in her hands and turned away.
"Oh, um, ok," Harry said and put on a bathrobe.
He instantly went back to his ludicrous conversation.
"It wasn't real! Maybe it was a dream. And you were there--" Harry pointed to Hermione, who looked back at Harry and put her hands down. "And you!" he pointed to Ron. "And McGonagall-- she was the Wicked Witch of the East Coast--"
Ron and Hermione exchanged looks of sheer confusion.
"--Snape-- he was-- he was all-- makeupy," Harry continued with disgust. "And I think Malfoy fell in love with me, Hagrid was all choppy hippogriffy and short, I mean really REALLY short--"
"I seriously think Harry should stay here another night," Hermione said to Ron.
"--Moaning Myrtle, Ron! She was Marvelous! Marvelous Myrtle! She was tall, and pretty, like REALLY pretty, like beau-ti-ful, Ron, and kind and had a nice--"
Ron wrinkled his nose. "Harry's got the hots for Myrtle. He'd definitely stay here longer!"
Madam Pomfrey noticed Harry out of bed and forced him back in. Harry was still gabbling about his dream thing. Pomfrey shooed Ron and Hermione off and closed the doors to the Hospital Wing.
Which goes to show you the moral is, er, ah.. No, wait for it..
I whisper to the director. "What's the moral??"
The director whispers back. "Why are you writing about us whispering??"
I whisper back to the director. "I don't know."
"Well, er, the moral is.. hang on.. that.. I'm rather nuts and... that..." I suddenly break into song. "Harry and Myrtle, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" I continue singing the stupid song.
Um, if you happen to be reading this now, and have gotten through all nine chapters, and liked them, preferably because they were funny, well, I will write more humorous stuff. Ok?
P.S. Did you know that your funny bone elbow thing is called a funny bone because your upper arm bone is the humorous, a latin word?
Chapter 9: The End, but in HP4 the last chapter was called The Beginning but that is just weird and The End makes more sense.
Harry woke up. He saw a red-headed figure standing above him. He was surely in the hospital wing.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Harry asked the figure.
"Take a look at this, 'Mione!" Ron's normal voice called. "Harry really HASN'T noticed you're a girl in three years!"
"At least he hadn't woken up calling his Auntie P., like in that movie, Ron," Hermione's voice responded.
"Ron!" Harry said excitedly. "You're back to normal!" Harry got up and hugged Ron. "Yes! You're back to normal!"
Ron stared at Harry. He'd bever hugged Ron before. "Or-- maybe he hasn't noticed I'm a boy," Ron said. "By the way, Harry, the back of your hospital suit's open." Hermione buried her face in her hands and turned away.
"Oh, um, ok," Harry said and put on a bathrobe.
He instantly went back to his ludicrous conversation.
"It wasn't real! Maybe it was a dream. And you were there--" Harry pointed to Hermione, who looked back at Harry and put her hands down. "And you!" he pointed to Ron. "And McGonagall-- she was the Wicked Witch of the East Coast--"
Ron and Hermione exchanged looks of sheer confusion.
"--Snape-- he was-- he was all-- makeupy," Harry continued with disgust. "And I think Malfoy fell in love with me, Hagrid was all choppy hippogriffy and short, I mean really REALLY short--"
"I seriously think Harry should stay here another night," Hermione said to Ron.
"--Moaning Myrtle, Ron! She was Marvelous! Marvelous Myrtle! She was tall, and pretty, like REALLY pretty, like beau-ti-ful, Ron, and kind and had a nice--"
Ron wrinkled his nose. "Harry's got the hots for Myrtle. He'd definitely stay here longer!"
Madam Pomfrey noticed Harry out of bed and forced him back in. Harry was still gabbling about his dream thing. Pomfrey shooed Ron and Hermione off and closed the doors to the Hospital Wing.
Which goes to show you the moral is, er, ah.. No, wait for it..
I whisper to the director. "What's the moral??"
The director whispers back. "Why are you writing about us whispering??"
I whisper back to the director. "I don't know."
"Well, er, the moral is.. hang on.. that.. I'm rather nuts and... that..." I suddenly break into song. "Harry and Myrtle, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" I continue singing the stupid song.
Um, if you happen to be reading this now, and have gotten through all nine chapters, and liked them, preferably because they were funny, well, I will write more humorous stuff. Ok?
P.S. Did you know that your funny bone elbow thing is called a funny bone because your upper arm bone is the humorous, a latin word?
