Disclaimer: haa haa...heh heh...see, the thing is....I tried to buy it off of J.K.R, but she wouldn't sell it to me! So I still don't own it! ::humph::

Everything started out normally. People sitting down talking to friends, people eating, and of course, you can't forget getting the mail. At least, Harry couldn't forget it.
AN: I feel so horrible doing this all to poor Harry, but all the same, its pretty funny.> Hedwig landed in front of him and dropped a letter in his bacon. He opened it and saw only two words. "Haa Haa." Hermione read it too.
"Haa Haa? That 's it? There's nothing else? Harry! Maybe there is more in invisible ink!" Before Harry could reply, another owl landed. It dropped a letter and circled his head. This one also read "Haa Haa." After that, another owl landed, bearing the same message. He got twenty-three of these messages, and twenty-three owls circled over his head. As they circled him, they got lower and lower.
SPLAT! An owl pooped on him. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Three more owls pooped on him. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Harry was trying to get away from the pooping owls, but they kept following him. He was drowning in a splatter of owl poop.
Needless to say, Harry wasn't very happy.
"This is kind of creepy Harry..." said Hermione. Harry wasn't listening, he was covered in owl poop. He stormed out of the room and left Hermione and Ron with the messages. Ron wanted to throw them out, but Hermione wouldn't let him. She wouldn't tell him why, but he guessed she wanted to do some "tests" on it. He rolled his eyes.
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"Stupid owl poop. Your supposed to wash off! Why then am I still covered in this OWL POOP???" Frustrated, Harry threw the wash cloth on the floor. He walked into his room grumbling about how he would like to try burning the owl poop off. "Whoa...I don't feel so good..." and with that everything went black...

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"Hermione...you have to make sure no one's up there!" Ron stated as Hermione ran up the stairs to the boys dormitories.
"Oh please Ron. After all the things you and Harry do...and you're worried I'll be caught in the boys dormitories?" They walked in, and had the sight of there life. "WHAT-THE-HELL???" It was probably the strangest scene they would ever see in there lives. Harry ran up to them and planted a huge wet kiss on Hermione saying, "Hiya gorgeous!" Ron just blinked. Harry ran out of the room at top speed, saying something like...."I need hot babes!" You, the reader, may think that this is why Hermione and Ron are shocked. You are however, wrong. Because when they
looked into the room...they saw many Harry's in there!
There was a Harry doing experiments on a muggle chemistry set, and Harry in hippy clothing and long long hair, a Harry threatening to kill himself by jumping out the window, another Harry by the suicidal one telling him not to and to think of the things he has to live for, and more.
There was a Harry in a house-wife apron with a feather duster cleaning around the room, a Harry with diabolical plans to take over the world before Lord Voldemort, a Harry in a Jehovah Witness outfit holding a bible and proclaiming the word of the Lord. There was a Harry in the corner in fetal position rocking back and forth with his thumb in his mouth begging the spiders not to come any closer...there was a Harry in a knight's armor complete with a sword, looking at dragons trying to decide which one to slay first.
There was a Harry on a chair looking at his fingers as if he had never seen them before, and another Harry who was holding 1940-s hunting gun looking at muggle animals in a magazine. There was a Harry on the bed looking as if he had never showered in his life, there was a Harry putting gel in his hair and practicing his smile. And of course, you can't forget the original Harry, who was passed out on the floor.
"Oh my God,... HARRY!!" All of the Harry's turned to her.
"Yes?" It was a simultaneous answer.
"Well, this is definitely something you don't see everyday," Ron said with a shrug. Hermione looked at him shocked.
"Is that all you can say?" She ran over to the real Harry on the floor and inspected him. He looked drained of all energy, as if he hadn't eaten in months. "Gah...if only I can remember that spell...grrrr....WHAT WAS THAT SPELL??"
The Harry by the chemistry set came over. "A spell? Perhaps I can help. What kind of spell are you looking for?''
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"Ugh, this is confusing!" Ron threw the spoon thingy he was using down in frustration. "Number one...how is this going to help us? Number two...I don't know how to refer to you!" The smart Harry had been helping them with a potion that would help Harry return to his normal state, but only Hermione was understanding it. Ron had needed it to be explained to him three times before he grasped the concept.
"Ron...you have to calm down. Remember that this is for Harry!"
"This is for Harry!" Ron mimicked. God, that's all she's been saying. Hasn't she noticed that this situation is just weird? Why doesn't she panic like a normal girl? He sighed. It was because she wasn't a normal girl. "And anyway, what do we call him?" He pointed to the Harry bent over the cauldron. "We have to give them numbers or something!" He waited for a response, and when none came he poked Hermione in the ribs.
"Sorry, what?" She asked distractedly, never breaking her gaze at the smart Harry.
Mentally slapping himself, he said, "Never mind," and went over to spoon thingy that he had dropped. Was he feeling jealous? "Nah."

Ok, after practically forever...I UPDATED!! ::realizes no one cares:: *sad sigh* COME ON!! GIVE THIS A CHANCE! It'll get better, I promise!! ^_^