A/n: THANK YOU TO THE PEOPLE WHO REVIEWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think i was on something when i wrote this story...too much sugar

Disclaimer: Is my name JK Rowling? No, didn't think so either...

Read: omg lol this chap is so ...like...retarded

Chick Like Me

Chapter 7: Just because it's strange, who cares!

The trio walked in the common room and noticed that the Fat Lady had visited to another portrait.

"Damn." Harry yawned as he and Ron sat beside the portrait, waiting for the Fat Lady to come back.

"Seriously, this is unecessary- we're trying to go to bed, and then that bloody lard doesn't show up." Ron stretched his arms and sat.

Hermione and Harry looked at him weirdly. "Are you PMSing, Ron?" Hermione joked, followed with a cough and a yawn.

Harry winked and played along.

Eventually, they felt something swoop above their heads and suddenly the Fat Lady appeared in the portrait.

"'Bout time, woman." Ron shook his head with mood.

"I hope you did not mind, I had just come back from a life that I possess-" she Fat Lady replied.

"Burn..." Harry chuckled, as the Hermione said the password and headed in, in-time for curfew.

Ron retardedly pushed Harry as a joke, "Belt up, will ya!?"

That same evening...

Harry jumped on his bead and tried to close his eyes. Minutes later, he still couldn't sleep. Listening to his roommate's snores, and whatever else- he covered his ears with extra pillows and forced himself to sleep. Suddenly, there was darkness. Moments after, there was a dark smoke surrounding him, transporting him to a dungeon. To the right, he found Hermione, paralized to the wall and Ron, on the left side, full body binded, under Petrificus Totalus. All of a sudden, Harry heard screams of like- ghosts surrounding the place, and in the middle, was a man no taller than Professor Flitwick, holding a glowing wand and somehow breathing very heavily as if he's just given oxygen dextrose. "RON!? HERMIONE!! What---" he tried to say but just mouthing came out of his mouth, no words or sounds. "I am your father." The man said. He had a black coat over him and a black hood covering his red eyes. He swished and flicked his glowing green wand and started to talk jibberish. "aFAgakdalamaidfahama..." was all Harry heard. He tried to talk but no words came out of his mouth. Harry thought the cloaked man was Voldemort- as a young man. Harry moved around and started to make sounds to catch their attention. Finally, he was successful. The cloaked man- or- Mini-Voldemort turned to look at his direction. "Well well well...if it isn't Harry Potter!" he began, "As you can see...your friends are bmmffbffa blah blah balh...mffaammaafammfaa" Harry couldn't understand what the hell he was saying, so he came up with a simple, "What the fuck?!" Mini-Voldemort cursed a Expelliarmus, which caused Harry to fly backwards and hit the wall. "LET GO OF MY FRIENDS!" Harry screamed at him. "No." Mini-Voldemort revealed his evil yellow teeth, which invovled spiders, little cockroaches and all kinds of bacteria roaming around his ugly cursed teeth. "Why you ....lil ......mother......why dont you go back in hell where you #$!@ belong you #$@# lil @$!@ and @$!@ that @!@$@ the @%!$#!" Harry didn't feel himself, and felt weird that all these words came out of his mouth. "Spare yourself." Mini-Voldemort responded. Harry nodded carefully, "I'd rather die than see my friends suffer!!" "Suits yourself...Avada Ke—" Before he could continue, Harry revealed an awkward sound, causing Hermione and Ron to wake up coughing like crazy. The room was filled with silence... More awkward sounds were made and Harry blinked once or twice to get him realizing, even without his glasses, Fred and George were on top of his bed, making natural-gas sounds with the most miserable or undesirable, wet, place in a particular area. "Fred! George! You farts!" Harry rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses, as Fred and George laughed hysterically. "What are you doing here? What time is it?" "Hello Harry, all right? It's bloody 9:30 AM on Sunday, darling." Fred rubbed on Harry's jet-black hair, which was standing up from experiencing a strange nightmare. "And you're a bloody pit to sleep-in and miss breakfast! We're here to remind you we've got Quidditch practice." George barged in. "George and I were blasted worried bout you missing that as well. Ron's been an armpit but he told us you've had a tough night las' night. What happened?" "Let's just say, love is strange." Harry told them and placed his head back into the pillows. "If you don't mind, Harry. Go get changed for your Quidditch robes, you don't want to be late." George reminded him. Fred pushed him off, as Harry fell out his bed. "Alright alright!" Harry moaned and dragged himself to his Quidditch robes to wear. *** A/n: that was just a weird chapter- yeah i just had to have the dream in there it's been in my head for a while. Again, thanx for the ppl who reviewed-!