Chapter 15



One day Harry was smoking magic-LSD, minding his own business, getting high, making love, and saying goodbye. Note the getting high part. Harry was so high that he didn't notice that he had walked into the stone wall of his bedroom until his head hit the ground and he went unconscious, thus starting... HARRY'S BAD TRIP...


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One day Harry was fishing in the lake, minding his own business when suddenly a shark came and bit him on the nose. Harry said "Why didn't you get my soup like I'll have my mice free?" The shark didn't joke, but rather forgot your drawer and veal, with carols and merriment." Harry decided the rats weren't worth the blue, so he did a little Christmas tree a favor by blowing it's nose. The sad fir said "My head is hurting me." Harry decided to give it some good cold medicine so that running horses will dare to question my book. Harry springingly shredded a gas tank, once to find a naked Fleur Delacour standing next to him. She put her arms around him, and they subsequently put the cassette into the tape player, climaxing when Harry said goodbye to her, and then harry found himself in a cold, cold place with no newbies or kites, and he started to like pretty underground caverns. The wall next to him started breathing, and as Harry went to touch it, a bright light suddenly shone up the wall. Harry knew what was next. He had seen it in his dreams, haunting him for what seemed like an eternity. McGonagall appeared before him, in her lingerie. "Shall we shag now or shag later, Harry?" she said coyly.


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screamed Harry. He rocked side to side in fetal position for several hours, until Ron found him.



"Harry, what's wrong? Bad trip?" Harry, still petrified from the vivid images, couldn't even nod. He just rocked some more, trying to make it all stop. "Harry, are you all right?" Ron bent over him. Harry tried to shake his head, but thought of McGonagall shaking her hips, and cried some more. Ron, making sure no one was around, mentally said "Harry is so defenseless... I can take advantage of him!" Ron tried to roll Harry over, but decided against defiling poor defiled harry, because he was whimpering too loudly, and someone might come. Come to find out what the noise was, that is.


Harry's mind was too frigid to move off the image of McGonagall in her underwear. A big red banner flashed "This is what happens when you take Magic-LSD. D-A-R-E. Be cool. Don't do drugs." Harry, Ron, and McGonagall all went off stage because the commercial shoot was over.