Chapter Thirteen
Jaclyn ran toward the window and shut it, but sadly, not before the owl had gotten all the way in. To be even more of a downer, the owl had been flying for a while, and it had to go to the bathroom.
"Ew!" shrieked Jaclyn. She was covered in what looked like, vanilla frosting.
"Oh my god! Harry gasped while looking at the letter.
Tessa, knowing something was wrong, said, "oh dear Jaclyn! You better get Mrs. Dursley to clean you up!" pushing a very confused Jaclyn out the door. "What is it?" asked Tessa closing the door behind a still very confused Jaclyn.
"it's… it's… SPAM!!!!" yelled Harry.
"You are such an idiot Harry!!!!" shrieked Tessa with surprise.
The two teenagers fell on the bed laughing hysterically. Then, it got very incredibly quiet and the two's eyes met. Harry didn't notice how many colors were in Tessa's eyes, and Tessa didn't notice how deep Harry's were. Their faces came closer, and before they touched, they heard Jaclyn's whimpers outside the door.
"uh, Harry? Tessa? My fingers got stuck in the door… could you guys… uh… possibly help me? I'm missing Rourouni Kenshin!"
Tessa immediately stood up and went to help Jaclyn. The girls went to Mrs. Dursley to get into some dry clothing, and Harry just sat there and contemplated the last moment. NO, not the moment where Jaclyn got her fingers stuck in the door, but the Moment with Tessa.
Harry took out a piece of parchment and began to write.
Dear Headmaster Dumbledore,
I need help. Sirius is gone, someone is trying to kill me, and I am really hungry!
-Harry Potter
Harry strapped the letter to Hedwig and opened the window. He sat on the bed and thought to himself.
"Harry?" Tessa asked, opening the door. " I need your help. Jaclyn has um-" she didn't finish.
"I have almost doubled my production of wax figurines! Of me!" shrieked Jaclyn as the house started to fill up with really, really creepy replicas of, well, herself.
"Head for the hills!" yelled Dudley.
No animals were hurt in the production of this chapter. Only the 500 monkeys printing copies of this story in a print shop for Las Vegas-ains to use as their only source of reading material. But that's it.