Switching Places
Author's Note: Hiya! Just an idea I had suddenly. I hope you like...but just a warning, I probably won't update this often, as I am working on four other stories at the moment. I will update once in a while, though! Hope ya' like!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or plot from these stories. And if you thought I did you have major issues.
Chapter One
The shrill clamor of the alarm clock rang in Harry's ears. Blindly he reached out to the bedside table, searching for the clock. When he found it, he pressed the button, thankful when the noise stopped resonating through his head. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Everything came into focus as he slipped on his glasses. The room was completely bare, except for a trunk beside the door. On top was a cage in which sat his owl, Hedwig. She hooted in irritation, unused to being locked up for so long...since Harry's aunt and uncle had finally allowed him to unlock her cage, he had left her door almost constantly open, leaving her free to fly about as she pleased.
Only the day before, it had been much different. Piles of books and various sheets of parchment had covered the floor, and his robes had been draped over the headboard of his bed. However, everything was packed.
Harry was on his way to his seventh and final year of study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Morning, Hedwig." He yawned as he quickly changed out of the T-shirt and jeans he had fallen asleep in and into a clean set of clothes. "You ready to get out of this prison?"
Hedwig hooted back. He grinned...because he knew as well as the owl seemed to that, after he graduated from Hogwarts at the end of the year, he would never have to return to the Dursley's again.
"Yeah, I know." He stretched as he opened to door. "I won't be sorry if I never see it again, either."
He walked downstairs, in as pleasant a mood he had ever been in at the Dursley's. He sat down at the breakfast table and looked around the table. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were partaking of their favorite morning activity...ignoring Harry's existence...and Dudley was eagerly consuming the vast amounts of food on his plate.
"Good morning." He said after a long moment, making them all jump. Aunt Petunia put her hand over her heart.
"Will you refrain from trying to kill us all?" she said shrilly. "Startling us when you know that...that...MAN is coming. No doubt he'll turn my ickle Duddikins into some sort of..." She froze, realizing that she was talking about magic, and shook her head. "No, no...leave us in peace."
With a snort Harry turned to his plate. He ate his pathetic slivers of bacon and a thin piece of toast without hesitation---he knew that, as he would soon be boarding the Hogwarts Express, he would be getting all the food that he could want.
"When is that man arriving?" Aunt Petunia said after a long period of silence. "And how?"
"Any minute now." Harry said, looking down at his watch. "And I believe he's apparating."
"Appa...what is..."
"Oh, it's where you appear out of thin air." Harry said, smiling darkly. "You know, just...POOF!"
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry from over his newspaper. "There will be no mention of these subjects under my roof." He said loudly. "Ungrateful whelp! What reason do you have to try and scare your aunt and cousin like that?"
"I'm...I'm not scared." Said Dudley with hesitation. He was pale and shuddering all over. "I'm not scared of Harry."
'Oh, really?' Harry thought smugly. 'Then why are you shivering like you've just had a bucket of ice thrown over you?'
He looked at his watch again. Mr. Weasley had said he would arrive at eight-thirty, and it was now eight twenty-nine...his thoughts were interrupted when he heard another scream. He looked up and grinned. "Mr. Weasley...you're right on time."
"I said I would be." He grinned. "And I've got the portkey ready to take you right back to King's Cross...right to the train! Where's your trunk?"
"In my room." Harry nodded. "How are we going to get it to the train?"
Mr. Weasley shrugged. "Easy enough. Shrinking spell. Just put it in your pocket, and we'll be ready to go. I'll go get it...you just finish your breakfast." He started up the stairs and paused, turning around. "Oh, hello there." He said, smiling at the Dursley's. "How are you?" They said nothing. Mr. Weasley just shrugged and turned back, heading to Harry's room.
He ate the rest of his breakfast and had already turned to leave when Mr. Weasley came back. He tossed Harry the small black box in his hand...Harry's trunk. With a grin he opened it up and pulled out a small silvery object. "Look, my invisibility cloak." He snorted. He slid it over his finger, making it disappear.
Mr. Weasley laughed. "Yes, shrinking is fun...I guess you'll probably learn them this year. They aren't hard, but students can't seem to resist shrinking everything in sight."
"I can imagine." He grinned as he replaced the cloak and closed the trunk, slipping it into his pocket. The Dursley's were staring at him. He picked up Hedwig's cage. "Is the portkey ready?" he said.
Mr. Weasley nodded. "I have it...come on." Harry had just started to reach out for the object when he froze, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"No..." he muttered. "I...I want to say goodbye to my...family...before I go." Mr. Weasley smiled knowingly.
"Then...go ahead, Harry."
Harry smiled and turned to his aunt, uncle and cousin. "I've spent the last sixteen years of my life here. You've given me a home...and a nice cupboard to live in," he started, grinning darkly, "you lied to me, starved me, ignored me, and abused me in every manner that you could." He grinned, putting his hands behind his back.
"So you can imagine how pleased I was to find out I was a wizard. Of course, you aren't allowed to use magic during the summer...so I have never had the pleasure of showing you my abilities." His eyes suddenly went dark. "But, fortunately, I will be graduating from Hogwarts this year. Just remember...for all the things you've done for me...I'll be sure to repay you the favor."
He turned to Mr. Weasley and put his hand on the large umbrella he was holding. He turned back to the Dursleys, looking at them for the last time. "Goodbye. Forever." He murmured as he was jerked away. Harry Potter never saw the Dursleys again.
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"James! Wait up!" Sirius ran to James, skidding to a stop in front of him. "Hey, Prongs, you trying to leave me behind?"
"Walk faster, Padfoot." James sneered. "I was going to find the wise and beautiful Lily Evans..."
"Oh, your girlfriend." Sirius shook his head. "You really are whipped, aren't you?"
"By somebody that beautiful?" James said brightly. "Heck, yeah." Sirius followed James towards a group of girls who were standing beside the train. They started giggling...it was well known that many of them had had crushes on the adorable James Potter and his sly, sexy friend Sirius for many years.
"James!" Lily cried. She rushed forward, throwing herself into his arms. She gave him a loud, noisy kiss on the lips. "How are you darling?" she said comedically, fluttering her lashes.
"I feel whole again, Lily, now that I am again in your arms." He bent her over lower, planting kisses down her neck. She giggled loudly and pushed him away.
"James, you are such a dork! I can't believe they actually made you head boy!"
"They had to." He said. "You are Head Girl...thus, it is destiny we should rule the school together. Imagine, Lily...the power, the greatness...all the first years, at our beckon and call..."
Lily rolled her eyes. "I can't believe this. I'm dating James Potter, class clown and self-proclaimed arse of the school. Where did my life go wrong?"
"And when did so wrong become so...right?" he hissed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She snorted and leaned over, putting her head on his shoulder.
"You know, I can't help but like you, James Potter." She said slyly. "Of course, you know I'm dating you only because you have rich parents and you are a whiz on the Quidditch field?"
"Ah..." he clutched at his chest. "You've shattered me heart, lassie. I kin yeh did na jest insult me like tha'?"
"When did you turn Scottish?" Sirius snorted. James shook his head.
"Hey, Prongs! Padfoot!" Remus ran up, grinning merrily. "Hey, guys!"
"When are you going to tell me what those odd nicknames mean?" Lily said, looking at them suspiciously.
"When you marry me." James said. "And not a day before."
"Then you'll have a long wait." She said cheerfully. "The thought of marrying you...what shivers that gives me!"
"It's okay." Sirius said, patting James on the shoulder when he broke out in fake tears. "I'll marry you, James." James turned and grasped Sirius' hands.
"Oh, will you? You'll make me the happiest bride ever, Sirius! I love you!"
Remus shook his head. "I can't believe I'm actually friends with you two." He murmured.
"We love you too, Remus!" Shouted James, pulling him into their hug. "We'll all marry each other!"
"What about me?" Peter Pettigrew huffed. He had just run up, and was knelt over.
"Nah." James said, shaking his head. "You're not like us. Because Sirius and Remus and I are the SEXIEST MEN ALIVE!" A passing group of Ravenclaws turned and stared at them for a moment, making the group burst into laughter.
"Come on." Snorted Remus, grinning and shaking his head. "We better get on the train before we're late. I wouldn't want to have to find an alternate route to Hogwarts."
They started towards the train. But suddenly...
"Did you hear that?" James said, freezing. His friends turned to stare at him.
"Hear what?" Lily said. "Are you hearing voices again, James?"
"No...no..." he turned. "It wasn't...listen, you guys just go on to the train. I'll be back in a second..." Shrugging, they turned back and walked to the train. James walked slowly, hearing it again...
'James...' it whispered. 'Come, and find what you seek...'
"Find what?" He murmured. He walked through the thinning crowd to the back wall of the platform. He froze and stared at the place the sound had come from...a small crack was there, and something glinted from just inside. He reached out to it and felt a giant tug in his navel, before he went flying forwards.
'A portkey?' he thought wildly. 'But...where is it taking me? And why?'
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"Harry!" Ron and Hermione waved at Harry through the crowd. He had just arrived. He put his trunk in his pocket and jogged to them, smiling.
"Harry, I'm so happy to see you!" Hermione said, hugging him. "And I'm so happy you left those awful Dursley's for the final time!" She laughed loudly, kissing him on both cheeks.
"Yeah." Ron said, grinning. "I knew you could make it, Harry. Why don't we go turn him into a toad for sport when we graduate? It can be your gift to them for so many...memorable...years."
Harry snorted, but shook his head. "Nope. I don't ever want to see them again, for any reason. The moment I left Number Four Privet Drive, I knew I'd never lay eye on that hideous place again."
Hermione and Ron took him by the arms. "Well, why don't we go on and get on the train then? So we can start off on the greatest year of our life, eh?" Harry smiled.
"Yeah..." he froze when it came to him.
"What is it?" Hermione said, realizing he had stopped walking.
"Did you hear that?" he said after a moment.
"N-no..." Hermione looked over at Ron. Both knew the results when Harry started hearing voices.
"Listen...I'm going to stay behind for a moment." When they started to protest, he pulled away and started walking. "I'll be back! Don't worry!"
He jogged, freezing when he heard it again. 'Harry, I can make your every wish come true...come Harry...'
"Where are you?" he whispered. And he saw it...the glint of something behind a crack in the stone wall. He walked over and slowly reached out his hand, touching it...
With a great tug, he felt himself falling forwards, onward until he hit the ground. He stood, thinking wildly that he had just touched a portkey...that had certainly been what it felt like. But when he looked up, he saw he was still in King's Cross. Looking back at the wall, he backed toward the train, breaking into a run when the whistle suddenly blew.
"I'm coming!" he shouted. The train was already beginning to move when he reached it. He jumped and felt several hands catch onto his, pulling him into the train.
"There you are!" a familiar voice said loudly. "I was beginning to worry..." the voice paused and Harry slowly looked up. "Who are you?" said Sirius.
Harry was staring directly at the eighteen year old forms of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and...his mother.
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"Oof!" James grunted when he landed on his back. He stood slowly and looked around him. He was still in King's Cross...he supposed whatever had happened, it had just been some joke...probably Snape or that Malfoy git.
As the train whistle blew, he jogged to the train. He jumped on and blearily sat down. He turned when he heard a girl sigh.
"Harry, you really shouldn't go wandering off, when you know..." she froze when she looked at him.
"Who are you?" he said, looking around him. "Where are my friends? Where is my girlfriend?"
"Oh, no." The girl murmured, turning to the redheaded boy beside him. "Do you realize who that is?"
The redheaded boy nodded and stared back at James. "Yeah." He said hoarsely. "It's...that's James Potter!" The girl nodded. James looked back at them, feeling an odd feeling creep up his spine.
"I didn't realize I was so famous." He muttered.
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So, what do you think? 'Tis an odd concept, I know...special tribute to Jasmine Black, I got this idea after reading your story, Vixens. If you people haven't read that story, you SHOULD! It is really good, and quite funny! Please read!
Author's Note: Hiya! Just an idea I had suddenly. I hope you like...but just a warning, I probably won't update this often, as I am working on four other stories at the moment. I will update once in a while, though! Hope ya' like!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or plot from these stories. And if you thought I did you have major issues.
Chapter One
The shrill clamor of the alarm clock rang in Harry's ears. Blindly he reached out to the bedside table, searching for the clock. When he found it, he pressed the button, thankful when the noise stopped resonating through his head. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Everything came into focus as he slipped on his glasses. The room was completely bare, except for a trunk beside the door. On top was a cage in which sat his owl, Hedwig. She hooted in irritation, unused to being locked up for so long...since Harry's aunt and uncle had finally allowed him to unlock her cage, he had left her door almost constantly open, leaving her free to fly about as she pleased.
Only the day before, it had been much different. Piles of books and various sheets of parchment had covered the floor, and his robes had been draped over the headboard of his bed. However, everything was packed.
Harry was on his way to his seventh and final year of study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Morning, Hedwig." He yawned as he quickly changed out of the T-shirt and jeans he had fallen asleep in and into a clean set of clothes. "You ready to get out of this prison?"
Hedwig hooted back. He grinned...because he knew as well as the owl seemed to that, after he graduated from Hogwarts at the end of the year, he would never have to return to the Dursley's again.
"Yeah, I know." He stretched as he opened to door. "I won't be sorry if I never see it again, either."
He walked downstairs, in as pleasant a mood he had ever been in at the Dursley's. He sat down at the breakfast table and looked around the table. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were partaking of their favorite morning activity...ignoring Harry's existence...and Dudley was eagerly consuming the vast amounts of food on his plate.
"Good morning." He said after a long moment, making them all jump. Aunt Petunia put her hand over her heart.
"Will you refrain from trying to kill us all?" she said shrilly. "Startling us when you know that...that...MAN is coming. No doubt he'll turn my ickle Duddikins into some sort of..." She froze, realizing that she was talking about magic, and shook her head. "No, no...leave us in peace."
With a snort Harry turned to his plate. He ate his pathetic slivers of bacon and a thin piece of toast without hesitation---he knew that, as he would soon be boarding the Hogwarts Express, he would be getting all the food that he could want.
"When is that man arriving?" Aunt Petunia said after a long period of silence. "And how?"
"Any minute now." Harry said, looking down at his watch. "And I believe he's apparating."
"Appa...what is..."
"Oh, it's where you appear out of thin air." Harry said, smiling darkly. "You know, just...POOF!"
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry from over his newspaper. "There will be no mention of these subjects under my roof." He said loudly. "Ungrateful whelp! What reason do you have to try and scare your aunt and cousin like that?"
"I'm...I'm not scared." Said Dudley with hesitation. He was pale and shuddering all over. "I'm not scared of Harry."
'Oh, really?' Harry thought smugly. 'Then why are you shivering like you've just had a bucket of ice thrown over you?'
He looked at his watch again. Mr. Weasley had said he would arrive at eight-thirty, and it was now eight twenty-nine...his thoughts were interrupted when he heard another scream. He looked up and grinned. "Mr. Weasley...you're right on time."
"I said I would be." He grinned. "And I've got the portkey ready to take you right back to King's Cross...right to the train! Where's your trunk?"
"In my room." Harry nodded. "How are we going to get it to the train?"
Mr. Weasley shrugged. "Easy enough. Shrinking spell. Just put it in your pocket, and we'll be ready to go. I'll go get it...you just finish your breakfast." He started up the stairs and paused, turning around. "Oh, hello there." He said, smiling at the Dursley's. "How are you?" They said nothing. Mr. Weasley just shrugged and turned back, heading to Harry's room.
He ate the rest of his breakfast and had already turned to leave when Mr. Weasley came back. He tossed Harry the small black box in his hand...Harry's trunk. With a grin he opened it up and pulled out a small silvery object. "Look, my invisibility cloak." He snorted. He slid it over his finger, making it disappear.
Mr. Weasley laughed. "Yes, shrinking is fun...I guess you'll probably learn them this year. They aren't hard, but students can't seem to resist shrinking everything in sight."
"I can imagine." He grinned as he replaced the cloak and closed the trunk, slipping it into his pocket. The Dursley's were staring at him. He picked up Hedwig's cage. "Is the portkey ready?" he said.
Mr. Weasley nodded. "I have it...come on." Harry had just started to reach out for the object when he froze, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"No..." he muttered. "I...I want to say goodbye to my...family...before I go." Mr. Weasley smiled knowingly.
"Then...go ahead, Harry."
Harry smiled and turned to his aunt, uncle and cousin. "I've spent the last sixteen years of my life here. You've given me a home...and a nice cupboard to live in," he started, grinning darkly, "you lied to me, starved me, ignored me, and abused me in every manner that you could." He grinned, putting his hands behind his back.
"So you can imagine how pleased I was to find out I was a wizard. Of course, you aren't allowed to use magic during the summer...so I have never had the pleasure of showing you my abilities." His eyes suddenly went dark. "But, fortunately, I will be graduating from Hogwarts this year. Just remember...for all the things you've done for me...I'll be sure to repay you the favor."
He turned to Mr. Weasley and put his hand on the large umbrella he was holding. He turned back to the Dursleys, looking at them for the last time. "Goodbye. Forever." He murmured as he was jerked away. Harry Potter never saw the Dursleys again.
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"James! Wait up!" Sirius ran to James, skidding to a stop in front of him. "Hey, Prongs, you trying to leave me behind?"
"Walk faster, Padfoot." James sneered. "I was going to find the wise and beautiful Lily Evans..."
"Oh, your girlfriend." Sirius shook his head. "You really are whipped, aren't you?"
"By somebody that beautiful?" James said brightly. "Heck, yeah." Sirius followed James towards a group of girls who were standing beside the train. They started giggling...it was well known that many of them had had crushes on the adorable James Potter and his sly, sexy friend Sirius for many years.
"James!" Lily cried. She rushed forward, throwing herself into his arms. She gave him a loud, noisy kiss on the lips. "How are you darling?" she said comedically, fluttering her lashes.
"I feel whole again, Lily, now that I am again in your arms." He bent her over lower, planting kisses down her neck. She giggled loudly and pushed him away.
"James, you are such a dork! I can't believe they actually made you head boy!"
"They had to." He said. "You are Head Girl...thus, it is destiny we should rule the school together. Imagine, Lily...the power, the greatness...all the first years, at our beckon and call..."
Lily rolled her eyes. "I can't believe this. I'm dating James Potter, class clown and self-proclaimed arse of the school. Where did my life go wrong?"
"And when did so wrong become so...right?" he hissed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She snorted and leaned over, putting her head on his shoulder.
"You know, I can't help but like you, James Potter." She said slyly. "Of course, you know I'm dating you only because you have rich parents and you are a whiz on the Quidditch field?"
"Ah..." he clutched at his chest. "You've shattered me heart, lassie. I kin yeh did na jest insult me like tha'?"
"When did you turn Scottish?" Sirius snorted. James shook his head.
"Hey, Prongs! Padfoot!" Remus ran up, grinning merrily. "Hey, guys!"
"When are you going to tell me what those odd nicknames mean?" Lily said, looking at them suspiciously.
"When you marry me." James said. "And not a day before."
"Then you'll have a long wait." She said cheerfully. "The thought of marrying you...what shivers that gives me!"
"It's okay." Sirius said, patting James on the shoulder when he broke out in fake tears. "I'll marry you, James." James turned and grasped Sirius' hands.
"Oh, will you? You'll make me the happiest bride ever, Sirius! I love you!"
Remus shook his head. "I can't believe I'm actually friends with you two." He murmured.
"We love you too, Remus!" Shouted James, pulling him into their hug. "We'll all marry each other!"
"What about me?" Peter Pettigrew huffed. He had just run up, and was knelt over.
"Nah." James said, shaking his head. "You're not like us. Because Sirius and Remus and I are the SEXIEST MEN ALIVE!" A passing group of Ravenclaws turned and stared at them for a moment, making the group burst into laughter.
"Come on." Snorted Remus, grinning and shaking his head. "We better get on the train before we're late. I wouldn't want to have to find an alternate route to Hogwarts."
They started towards the train. But suddenly...
"Did you hear that?" James said, freezing. His friends turned to stare at him.
"Hear what?" Lily said. "Are you hearing voices again, James?"
"No...no..." he turned. "It wasn't...listen, you guys just go on to the train. I'll be back in a second..." Shrugging, they turned back and walked to the train. James walked slowly, hearing it again...
'James...' it whispered. 'Come, and find what you seek...'
"Find what?" He murmured. He walked through the thinning crowd to the back wall of the platform. He froze and stared at the place the sound had come from...a small crack was there, and something glinted from just inside. He reached out to it and felt a giant tug in his navel, before he went flying forwards.
'A portkey?' he thought wildly. 'But...where is it taking me? And why?'
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"Harry!" Ron and Hermione waved at Harry through the crowd. He had just arrived. He put his trunk in his pocket and jogged to them, smiling.
"Harry, I'm so happy to see you!" Hermione said, hugging him. "And I'm so happy you left those awful Dursley's for the final time!" She laughed loudly, kissing him on both cheeks.
"Yeah." Ron said, grinning. "I knew you could make it, Harry. Why don't we go turn him into a toad for sport when we graduate? It can be your gift to them for so many...memorable...years."
Harry snorted, but shook his head. "Nope. I don't ever want to see them again, for any reason. The moment I left Number Four Privet Drive, I knew I'd never lay eye on that hideous place again."
Hermione and Ron took him by the arms. "Well, why don't we go on and get on the train then? So we can start off on the greatest year of our life, eh?" Harry smiled.
"Yeah..." he froze when it came to him.
"What is it?" Hermione said, realizing he had stopped walking.
"Did you hear that?" he said after a moment.
"N-no..." Hermione looked over at Ron. Both knew the results when Harry started hearing voices.
"Listen...I'm going to stay behind for a moment." When they started to protest, he pulled away and started walking. "I'll be back! Don't worry!"
He jogged, freezing when he heard it again. 'Harry, I can make your every wish come true...come Harry...'
"Where are you?" he whispered. And he saw it...the glint of something behind a crack in the stone wall. He walked over and slowly reached out his hand, touching it...
With a great tug, he felt himself falling forwards, onward until he hit the ground. He stood, thinking wildly that he had just touched a portkey...that had certainly been what it felt like. But when he looked up, he saw he was still in King's Cross. Looking back at the wall, he backed toward the train, breaking into a run when the whistle suddenly blew.
"I'm coming!" he shouted. The train was already beginning to move when he reached it. He jumped and felt several hands catch onto his, pulling him into the train.
"There you are!" a familiar voice said loudly. "I was beginning to worry..." the voice paused and Harry slowly looked up. "Who are you?" said Sirius.
Harry was staring directly at the eighteen year old forms of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and...his mother.
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"Oof!" James grunted when he landed on his back. He stood slowly and looked around him. He was still in King's Cross...he supposed whatever had happened, it had just been some joke...probably Snape or that Malfoy git.
As the train whistle blew, he jogged to the train. He jumped on and blearily sat down. He turned when he heard a girl sigh.
"Harry, you really shouldn't go wandering off, when you know..." she froze when she looked at him.
"Who are you?" he said, looking around him. "Where are my friends? Where is my girlfriend?"
"Oh, no." The girl murmured, turning to the redheaded boy beside him. "Do you realize who that is?"
The redheaded boy nodded and stared back at James. "Yeah." He said hoarsely. "It's...that's James Potter!" The girl nodded. James looked back at them, feeling an odd feeling creep up his spine.
"I didn't realize I was so famous." He muttered.
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So, what do you think? 'Tis an odd concept, I know...special tribute to Jasmine Black, I got this idea after reading your story, Vixens. If you people haven't read that story, you SHOULD! It is really good, and quite funny! Please read!
