And the story continues...
A/N - This is not a drill. This is not a drill. Warners Brothers has gone
mad. Do not sue. I repeat, do not sue...
Harry grinned painfully and managed to escape. As he walked by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom he thought of chucking "The Psychiatrist in You" into her bathroom. Nah, she had suffered enough.
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Laying in bed, Harry refused to shut his eyes. Closed eyes led to sleep which led to dreams which led to . . . nightmares. He picked up Lockheart's book and began to thumb through it. It was actually very interesting. He feeling about rice pudding were actually his feelings for another wizard, resurfacing as a food. The type of food meant, oh. There was a list:
FoodPersonalityLikeBroccolihandsomeMeChickenbrilliantMeChocolatecreativeMeSu shiphotogenicMeEnglish MuffinsfamousMeJelly structuresrichMeRice PuddingmodestMeDonutsBody of steelMePastaSuper smileMe And these feelings of despise, hatred, and fear all meant: adoration love trust Great. He was in love with Lockheart... but he did have such a nice smile. And his body, and his eyes, his gorgeous eyes.
That night he was nightmare free. He had dreams about Lockheart. Them running through fields of daisies together, swimming at the beach...
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Lockheart glanced in the mirror and felt a bit self conscious. But that can't be. He had his special book that made him fall in love with himself. Wait, he hadn't given it to Harry had he? He must get the book back, now! But . . . he simply couldn't go out in public looking like this! That night he dreamed of bad hair days, spinage in his teeth, and zits all over his face! It was his worst nightmare - high school all over again!!!
Pretty weird huh? That's why it's called Hogwarts in an alternate universe.
Harry grinned painfully and managed to escape. As he walked by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom he thought of chucking "The Psychiatrist in You" into her bathroom. Nah, she had suffered enough.
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Laying in bed, Harry refused to shut his eyes. Closed eyes led to sleep which led to dreams which led to . . . nightmares. He picked up Lockheart's book and began to thumb through it. It was actually very interesting. He feeling about rice pudding were actually his feelings for another wizard, resurfacing as a food. The type of food meant, oh. There was a list:
FoodPersonalityLikeBroccolihandsomeMeChickenbrilliantMeChocolatecreativeMeSu shiphotogenicMeEnglish MuffinsfamousMeJelly structuresrichMeRice PuddingmodestMeDonutsBody of steelMePastaSuper smileMe And these feelings of despise, hatred, and fear all meant: adoration love trust Great. He was in love with Lockheart... but he did have such a nice smile. And his body, and his eyes, his gorgeous eyes.
That night he was nightmare free. He had dreams about Lockheart. Them running through fields of daisies together, swimming at the beach...
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Lockheart glanced in the mirror and felt a bit self conscious. But that can't be. He had his special book that made him fall in love with himself. Wait, he hadn't given it to Harry had he? He must get the book back, now! But . . . he simply couldn't go out in public looking like this! That night he dreamed of bad hair days, spinage in his teeth, and zits all over his face! It was his worst nightmare - high school all over again!!!
Pretty weird huh? That's why it's called Hogwarts in an alternate universe.