Amnesia Amigoes- Chapter SEVEN
Previously in 'Amnesia Amigoes': Filch, Snape and Hagrid performed the Sound of Music, with Harry Hermione and Ron as backing vocalists, everyone was given detention and Ron knocked Harry unconscious.
*Dinner in the Great Hall*
The day was finally drawing to a close, and it was time for dinner. It was spaghetti bolognaise night!!! Ron and Hermione struggled to drag Harry down to the Great Hall in time, but it was somewhat difficult as Harry kept getting distracted.
"No Harry, not that way," Hermione said through gritted teeth for the 7th time, as she tried to drag Harry away from yet another girl's bathroom. But it was too late. They'd been noticed…
"Not that way?! Don't go that way, cos Myrtle's down there?!" came a voice from inside the bathroom. Myrtle's head appeared through the door. (Not the doorway, the door itself.) Harry jumped, and then giggled madly. He reached out and poked a finger through Myrtle's eye.
"He he, it goes right through!" he exclaimed, poking Myrtle again and again. Ron looked at Myrtle's darkening face and backed away slowly.
"Harry? I don't think you should do that…" he started. Harry just turned and frowned at him.
Myrtle started to look very cranky.
Ron shifted uncomfortably.
"Why?" Harry asked, still poking Myrtle.
"Cos Myrtle's a bit…touchy…" Ron said. Myrtle glared at Ron, thoroughly pissed off.
"Myrtle's a bit TOUCHY is she?!!! Well, wouldn't YOU get a bit irritated by someone constantly poking their finger through your eye?!!! Just because I'm dead, people think it's funny to throw things through me and poke things through me, because I can't FEEL it!!!!! WELL IT ISN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have feelings too, even though I'm DEAD!!!!!!!!!! Just wait till YOU die, and YOU become a ghost, and people try to poke their fingers through YOUR eyes!!!! See if you think it's funny then!!!! See if people say YOU'RE a BIT TOUCHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, then pulled her head back through the door.
Harry started laughing hysterically at this outburst. Hermione grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the door, Ron following on their heels. As they ran, they could hear Myrtle pulling her bathroom to pieces, still complaining about the lack of respect for the dead. This made Ron and Hermione try to run faster, but Harry kept giggling and trying to shove his own head through walls. Finally (after about 20 minutes) they reached the moving staircases.
"WOW!!" yelled Harry, causing many people (who had already finished dinner) to stare.
"They're only staircases," Hermione said impatiently, looking around. "Albeit staircases that move, but still…" Harry merely stood where he was, his mouth hanging open. He started to drool. Ron looked over at him, and then snatched his arm. Harry retaliated by trying to put his finger through Ron's eye.
"The Great Hall is this way Harry," he said, his eyes watering like mad, and his face contorted with agony. He started dragging a stumbling Harry up a set of stairs. When they were halfway up the staircase, it started to move. Ron and Hermione stood still, and waited for the movement to stop. Harry, on the other hand, stood looking shocked for a moment, then starting jumping up and down, clawing Ron's face and pulling at Hermione's hair.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S MOVING!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed. He lay down, and started rolling around with his fingers in his ears, screaming.
Ron and Hermione struggled to subdue him.
"Calm down, it's only a moving staircase!!! It happens all the time here!!" Ron said, trying frantically to hold Harry still. Then, the staircase stopped moving. Harry got up, and started walking down the stairs. Ron and Hermione grabbed him, and began pulling him back up the right way. Harry fought back as though his life depended on it, though he wasn't quite as strong as the other two combined. Eventually the three got to the top of the staircase, Ron and Hermione sporting a fair few injuries. They continued on their journey to the Great Hall.
They ran down several hallways, dragging Harry, and eventually they reached the Great Hall, amazingly, in one piece. Harry headed straight for the Slytherin table. Hermione and Ron exchanged Looks, and then grabbed Harry.
"No Harry, that's the Slytherin table. We don't sit there," Hermione explained, sounding rather annoyed. Draco looked up at the sound of her voice, and then burst into tears again.
"There she is, the love of my life, completely oblivious to my affections!" he cried into his hands. "She won't even sit with me, I'm so far below her! Why can't she see how I feel?! WHY?!!!" The Slytherins all pretended that nothing was happening. He then noticed the scratch marks on her face, and the large bruise around her eye.
"Oh my God!!! She's hurt!!!!!! That Potter hurt her!!! Ohh, it's okay, Hermione my sweet love, I won't let him do it again!" Most of the Slytherins all finished dinner at that moment, and left the table, leaving Draco Malfoy to his miserable self.
Meanwhile Harry, Ron and Hermione had finally managed to seat themselves at the Gryffindor table, across from Fred and George.
"How's it going Harry?" asked George, winking.
"Yeah Harry, how's it going?" Fred repeated, also winking. Harry ignored him, plunged his hands into the bowl of spaghetti bolognaise in front of him and squelched them around a bit.
"Squishy…" he said, pulling his hand out of the bowl and letting the sauce slide down his fingers. Hermione reached over to pull his hands away, and got a handful of bolognaise in her face for her troubles. She glared at Harry, spluttering and pulling bits of spaghetti out of her eyes. Harry took this as his chance to put some sauce in Ron's ears. Draco watched from the other side of the room.
"How can she stand him?!" he asked loudly. The two Slytherins that remained at the table glanced at each other, and then ignored Draco again. "He throws food in her face, and she just smiles at him. 'Oh, are you okay Harry? Don't you like the food Harry? Let me get you some more. It's okay, I don't mind if you throw your dinner in my face,'" mimicked Draco, then quickly looked up at the teacher's table to make sure Hagrid hadn't heard. He had, and was glaring at him.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MAKING FUN OF MY FRIENDS, YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE TURD? I'LL KILL YOU!!!" boomed Hagrid before grabbing Draco by the ankles and throwing him onto the chandelier. Everyone else in the hall calmly continued with his or her food. "YOU WAIT THERE UNTIL MR. FILCH IS FINISHED HIS DINNER SO HE CAN CHAIN YOU UP PROPERLY!!!!" Hagrid finished, and then calmly resumed eating his dinner. Draco hung upside down, sobbing until the people below him yelled at him to shut up. (His tears were getting into their food, and he was drooling.)
Harry eyed his spaghetti, blissfully unaware of Draco hanging suspended 2 meters above him. He grinned evilly at Ron, who shifted away suspiciously.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Harry smiled angelically, and then crashed his bowl over Ron's head. The bowl smashed. Then, giggling maniacally, Harry jumped up onto the table and began to sing, "We are the Champions" (complete with a vigorous tap-dance routine - it didn't quite match the music) until Professor McGonagall intervened. She told off all the Gryffindors for not controlling Harry, and then bribed the prankster off of the table with a bowl of mud. Once off the table, Harry started to conduct an imaginary orchestra with his wand. Professor McGonagall then escorted him up to the hospital wing in 'magic robes' (ie. a straight jacket). Fred and George gave each other discreet high fives.
Authors' Notes: Will Ron and Hermione ever forgive Harry? Will someone ever let Draco off the chandelier? Find out next time in 'Amnesia Amigoes'!