Chapter 9- Ah-Choo! I Mean...Meow!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, *bursts into tears* A great woman by the name of J.K Rowling does, I just own...........this plot......yea.......
A/N: NEXT CHAPTER!!! Aren't you excited? Hmm? No? Alright....NO REALLY BE EXCITED!!!! Thank you all you wonderful reviewers!!!! ROCK ON!!
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Harry made sure that he woke up at the CRACK of dawn. He wanted to make sure that he'd be completely ready to make Justin look like a HORRIBLE date and make Hermione think that Justin wasn't good company at all.
So he came up with a plan,
Operation- Make Justin Look Like A Complete Loser.
Yes, Harry had it all planned out, and what made it more complicated was that he'd have do the whole operation of 'make Justin look like a complete loser' in Crookshanks body.
'Speaking of Crookshanks...where is that cat?' Harry thought as he looked around the common room. He snapped his head to the left when he heard a cackling sound.
"W-who's there?" Harry stuttered out, but he saw and heard nothing.
'Crookshanks where are you?!' Harry yelled out in his thoughts, he was beginning to get freaked out by the ongoing silence that lingered about in the common room. Well, he was the only one in the room so what did you expect?
Again he heard the cackle, and it was coming from a dark corner on the left side of the room, right behind one of the chairs. Harry gulped and slowly made his way over to the corner. A very slow and dramatic tune was playing through his head, he remembered hearing it on a horror movie Dudley loved to watch, and Harry remembered seeing the guy on the movie walking around a dark room just like him. Only about five minutes later, the guy was stabbed to death by someone in a mask.
'Oh, that makes me feel a whole lot better.' Harry thought bitterly as he shut the scary tune of music out of his head. Finally Harry just sighed and made his way over to the corner.
'Not like it's going to be Voldemort or someone.' But he stopped when he saw something in the corner. It was big, and it kept making that cackling sound. There was a lamp right next to Harry that was sitting on a table, Harry slowly reached his over and turned on the lamp, expecting the worse.
"Crookshanks?" Harry asked, yes it was Crookshanks rolled up in a ball, and the cackling noise was him continually sneezing.
'Y-yes? Oh Harry, aren't we-achoo!- suppose to be switching-achoo!-bodies?' Crookshanks said groggily, then sneezing two more times.
'Uh...yea.' Harry said, was he going to have to go through that?
'Yes, come on and I'll take you somewhere that you can stay while you'll be in my body.' Harry said. Crookshanks nodded and slowly got up and followed Harry out of the common room.
They halted to a stop when they reached a painting of an elderly man playing cards with three other wizards. They all looked down at Harry and Crookshanks.
"Can we help you sir?" A wizard in long maroon robes asked.
"Yes," Harry started, then he winked and did this crazy dance in front of the painting.
Harry had come across this painting a few months ago and learned that it was a secret chamber that was held to keep all used wizarding supplies that no one used anymore. And this crazy dance Harry was doing was the only way to get in, and because the four wizards on the paintings loved the dance to death. The four wizards laughed joyfully and stood and did the same dance with Harry, they had called it the 'Wizard's Moral'. Which to Crookshanks looked like a cross between a muggle dance called the 'Cabbage-Patch' and a fish just coming out of the water, you know when they hop all around the ground? And then finally sit still and die? Or it looked like the Cruciatus Curse had just been put upon them. What was the moral in that?
"Oh young sir! Thanks for the exercise! You may enter!" Another wizard in yellow robes said, as he and his fellow comrades continued to the dance.
Harry nodded and quickly walked in the room, Crookshanks trailing behind him.
'Hey!' Crookshanks yelled, 'I remember this place, but it's been ages since I've been here, about 200 years to be exact.' Crookshanks said as he looked around the room. It was a warm, but depressing looking dungeon, chains hung about on the wall, water dripped from the ceilings and numerous broken potion bottles, broomsticks, worn out books layed on the shelves. But on the floor was a maroon colored carpet, it was a very odd room indeed.
'How old are you anyway Crookshanks?' Harry asked curiously. Crookshanks frowned and thought to himself.
'I lost count-achoo!- after 530 years.' He said. Harry nearly tripped over a broomstick.
'Whoa! You're like....ancient!' Harry pointed out. Crookshanks frowned again.
'Thank you for pointing that out.' Sarcasm dripped in his voice, but Harry didn't notice, he just smiled and said,
'Your welcome.' Crookshanks just sighed and sat down on the ground.
'Come on and let's get this over with!' He snapped. Harry nodded and sat on the ground directly across from Crookshanks.
'Um...this isn't going to knock me unconscious like the last time is it?'
'No, this time your expecting it, last time you had no idea and it wasn't actually me who knocked you unconscious, it was the fall you took from your broom.' Crookshanks pointed out. Harry nodded his head when he realized Crookshanks was right.
'Ok...now close your eyes and concentrate on me..' Crookshanks whispered as they both closed their eyes. A light red aura was surrounding them both. The aura continued to glow brighter and brighter and brighter and-
"WILL SOMEONE TURN THAT DAMN LIGHT OFF!!!" Harry yelled as he suddenly opened his eyes. And then realized the red light was coming from them.
"Sorry..." Harry mumbled and quickly closed his eyes and continued on concentrating.
All of a sudden, it felt like he had slammed into a brick wall. He was pushed back from the pressure and fought to keep his eyes closed. After the pressure stopped, a voice sounded in his head.
'You can open your eyes now.' Harry opened his eyes and saw...himself!!
'YEAH!! It worked! Now 'Operation-Make Justin Look Like A Complete Loser' can go into process!' Then Harry sneezed three times in a row.
'Aww....I forgot about his flu, oh well, maybe it's contagious and I can 'accidentally' sneeze on Justin.' An evil grin came on his...er...Crookshanks face. He looked over to himself sitting down on the carpet and staring at him through those green eyes.
'You stay here until I-achoo!- come back. Will you-achoo!- be alright here?' Harry asked Crookshanks in between sneezes.
'Yes, but won't everyone wonder you've gone to all day?' Crookshanks asked, happy that he was finally sneeze-free.
'Er...maybe, they'll just think I've been the Hospital Wing or something, I'm always getting hurt anyway.' Harry said joyfully. He had avoided sneezes in that sentence.
'Oh, how will you get back into this room? Will you have to that God-awful dance in my body?'
'Probably, I'll see you later Crookshanks!' Harry hollered as he took off, he made sure the painting of the four wizards closed securely behind him. That evil grin came to his face as he took off towards Hermione dormitory.
'This is going to be so cool.'
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The day had gone like he planned, he remained in Hermione's dormitory while she was in classes and worked out his plans for the date that would take place soon.
Before he knew it, 5:00pm had hit and Hermione came rushing into the dormitory.
"What to where, what to where?" Hermione murmured to herself as she looked through her wardrobe.
"How about some muggle clothes? Would that be okay Crookshanks?" Hermione asked Harry.
'I guess...' Harry thought unsure of what Hermione would wear. Hermione nodded to herself and grabbed a couple outfits out of her wardrobe and rushed into the bathroom.
'Jeez,' Harry thought, 'Was she like this when Viktor took her out on dates?'
Ten minutes had passed when Hermione emerged from the bathroom, during that time Lavender and Parvati and been waiting anxiously to see Hermione and what she was wearing, Harry, though he would never admit it, was anxious too.
"Okay, here I come!" Hermione's muffled yell sounded from behind the door. Then she opened the door, and Harry's jaw dropped.
Hermione was wearing blue muggle jeans that he remembered were called 'Flares' or something like that. Well, they were tight around the waist, and thighs and rear. They flared out a little towards the end and fit Hermione like a glove.
The shirt she was wearing was red spaghetti tank top, she wore a red velvet dress jacket over it. Her hair was down and reached to her waist, it was curled in little ringlets and spread about her shoulders. She wore a very light red lipstick on her lips and you couldn't tell if she was wearing eye- liner or not.
"Wow Hermione," Lavender gasped, "You look awesome, Justin is going to be knocked off his feet." Parvati nodded in agreement. Hermione blushed and giggled. Harry though couldn't help but wonder if she wanted to knock Justin off his feet. He narrowed his eyes in jeasouly. Then another sneezing fit came to him.
"Oh poor Crookshanks!" Hermione pouted. She lovingly picked up Crookshanks and cuddled him. Harry didn't seem to mind though.
"Hermione! Your going to get cat fur all over your outfit! How about you just leave Crookshanks here?" Parvati suggested, and Harry paled at the thought.
"No! I already talked to Justin anyway! He didn't mind at all if I brought Crookshanks along and oh my goodness! I'm going to be late if I don't hurry." Hermione squealed when she saw the clock that read 5:51pm.
"Bye girls! See you later!" Hermione yelled as she ran down to the common room.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, Hermione stopped and quickly bid Ron good-bye, but then stopped when she realized Harry wasn't around, or so she thought.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked as she looked around the common room, Harry only snuggled deeper in her arms. Ron shrugged his shoulders, Hermione sighed.
"Oh, I really wanted to see him before I left, oh well, if you see him tell him I said I'll be back around 9 or so. Bye Ron!" She hollered as she ran out of the common room.
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When they finally reached Hogsmead, Justin was standing at the doorway of The Three Broomsticks (is that what that little place is called?) He smiled when he saw Hermione, who was carrying a sick Harry...er...Crookshanks.
"Wow, Hermione, you look absolutey beautiful." He said as he looked her up and down, not noticing the narrowed eyes of Harry.
"Thanks." Hermione blushes, then kissed him quickly on the cheek.
'OH MY GOD!! SHE FRIKIN KISSED HIM! Just wait until I get my body back! That little boy is going to pay!' Harry thought lividly as he watched Justin take Hermione's hand and lead her into The Three Broomsticks. Harry then had another sneezing fit, all over Justin and Hermione's hand. No one had noticed him lean over and start to sneeze all their hands.
"Oh, I'm sorry Justin, his flu is really bad." Hermione apologized.
"That's alright." Justin smiled, but made sure not to hold Hermions's hand with the one that had cat boogers all over it.
"After a couple butterbeers would you like to stop at Honeydukes?" Justin offered, Hermione grinned and nodded.
'Not if I can help it.' Harry thought, once again that evil grin came to his face.
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Sorry I had to stop there! But I'm REALLY tired and I need to take a nap!! ^_^ PLEASE REVIEW!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, *bursts into tears* A great woman by the name of J.K Rowling does, I just own...........this plot......yea.......
A/N: NEXT CHAPTER!!! Aren't you excited? Hmm? No? Alright....NO REALLY BE EXCITED!!!! Thank you all you wonderful reviewers!!!! ROCK ON!!
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Harry made sure that he woke up at the CRACK of dawn. He wanted to make sure that he'd be completely ready to make Justin look like a HORRIBLE date and make Hermione think that Justin wasn't good company at all.
So he came up with a plan,
Operation- Make Justin Look Like A Complete Loser.
Yes, Harry had it all planned out, and what made it more complicated was that he'd have do the whole operation of 'make Justin look like a complete loser' in Crookshanks body.
'Speaking of Crookshanks...where is that cat?' Harry thought as he looked around the common room. He snapped his head to the left when he heard a cackling sound.
"W-who's there?" Harry stuttered out, but he saw and heard nothing.
'Crookshanks where are you?!' Harry yelled out in his thoughts, he was beginning to get freaked out by the ongoing silence that lingered about in the common room. Well, he was the only one in the room so what did you expect?
Again he heard the cackle, and it was coming from a dark corner on the left side of the room, right behind one of the chairs. Harry gulped and slowly made his way over to the corner. A very slow and dramatic tune was playing through his head, he remembered hearing it on a horror movie Dudley loved to watch, and Harry remembered seeing the guy on the movie walking around a dark room just like him. Only about five minutes later, the guy was stabbed to death by someone in a mask.
'Oh, that makes me feel a whole lot better.' Harry thought bitterly as he shut the scary tune of music out of his head. Finally Harry just sighed and made his way over to the corner.
'Not like it's going to be Voldemort or someone.' But he stopped when he saw something in the corner. It was big, and it kept making that cackling sound. There was a lamp right next to Harry that was sitting on a table, Harry slowly reached his over and turned on the lamp, expecting the worse.
"Crookshanks?" Harry asked, yes it was Crookshanks rolled up in a ball, and the cackling noise was him continually sneezing.
'Y-yes? Oh Harry, aren't we-achoo!- suppose to be switching-achoo!-bodies?' Crookshanks said groggily, then sneezing two more times.
'Uh...yea.' Harry said, was he going to have to go through that?
'Yes, come on and I'll take you somewhere that you can stay while you'll be in my body.' Harry said. Crookshanks nodded and slowly got up and followed Harry out of the common room.
They halted to a stop when they reached a painting of an elderly man playing cards with three other wizards. They all looked down at Harry and Crookshanks.
"Can we help you sir?" A wizard in long maroon robes asked.
"Yes," Harry started, then he winked and did this crazy dance in front of the painting.
Harry had come across this painting a few months ago and learned that it was a secret chamber that was held to keep all used wizarding supplies that no one used anymore. And this crazy dance Harry was doing was the only way to get in, and because the four wizards on the paintings loved the dance to death. The four wizards laughed joyfully and stood and did the same dance with Harry, they had called it the 'Wizard's Moral'. Which to Crookshanks looked like a cross between a muggle dance called the 'Cabbage-Patch' and a fish just coming out of the water, you know when they hop all around the ground? And then finally sit still and die? Or it looked like the Cruciatus Curse had just been put upon them. What was the moral in that?
"Oh young sir! Thanks for the exercise! You may enter!" Another wizard in yellow robes said, as he and his fellow comrades continued to the dance.
Harry nodded and quickly walked in the room, Crookshanks trailing behind him.
'Hey!' Crookshanks yelled, 'I remember this place, but it's been ages since I've been here, about 200 years to be exact.' Crookshanks said as he looked around the room. It was a warm, but depressing looking dungeon, chains hung about on the wall, water dripped from the ceilings and numerous broken potion bottles, broomsticks, worn out books layed on the shelves. But on the floor was a maroon colored carpet, it was a very odd room indeed.
'How old are you anyway Crookshanks?' Harry asked curiously. Crookshanks frowned and thought to himself.
'I lost count-achoo!- after 530 years.' He said. Harry nearly tripped over a broomstick.
'Whoa! You're like....ancient!' Harry pointed out. Crookshanks frowned again.
'Thank you for pointing that out.' Sarcasm dripped in his voice, but Harry didn't notice, he just smiled and said,
'Your welcome.' Crookshanks just sighed and sat down on the ground.
'Come on and let's get this over with!' He snapped. Harry nodded and sat on the ground directly across from Crookshanks.
'Um...this isn't going to knock me unconscious like the last time is it?'
'No, this time your expecting it, last time you had no idea and it wasn't actually me who knocked you unconscious, it was the fall you took from your broom.' Crookshanks pointed out. Harry nodded his head when he realized Crookshanks was right.
'Ok...now close your eyes and concentrate on me..' Crookshanks whispered as they both closed their eyes. A light red aura was surrounding them both. The aura continued to glow brighter and brighter and brighter and-
"WILL SOMEONE TURN THAT DAMN LIGHT OFF!!!" Harry yelled as he suddenly opened his eyes. And then realized the red light was coming from them.
"Sorry..." Harry mumbled and quickly closed his eyes and continued on concentrating.
All of a sudden, it felt like he had slammed into a brick wall. He was pushed back from the pressure and fought to keep his eyes closed. After the pressure stopped, a voice sounded in his head.
'You can open your eyes now.' Harry opened his eyes and saw...himself!!
'YEAH!! It worked! Now 'Operation-Make Justin Look Like A Complete Loser' can go into process!' Then Harry sneezed three times in a row.
'Aww....I forgot about his flu, oh well, maybe it's contagious and I can 'accidentally' sneeze on Justin.' An evil grin came on his...er...Crookshanks face. He looked over to himself sitting down on the carpet and staring at him through those green eyes.
'You stay here until I-achoo!- come back. Will you-achoo!- be alright here?' Harry asked Crookshanks in between sneezes.
'Yes, but won't everyone wonder you've gone to all day?' Crookshanks asked, happy that he was finally sneeze-free.
'Er...maybe, they'll just think I've been the Hospital Wing or something, I'm always getting hurt anyway.' Harry said joyfully. He had avoided sneezes in that sentence.
'Oh, how will you get back into this room? Will you have to that God-awful dance in my body?'
'Probably, I'll see you later Crookshanks!' Harry hollered as he took off, he made sure the painting of the four wizards closed securely behind him. That evil grin came to his face as he took off towards Hermione dormitory.
'This is going to be so cool.'
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The day had gone like he planned, he remained in Hermione's dormitory while she was in classes and worked out his plans for the date that would take place soon.
Before he knew it, 5:00pm had hit and Hermione came rushing into the dormitory.
"What to where, what to where?" Hermione murmured to herself as she looked through her wardrobe.
"How about some muggle clothes? Would that be okay Crookshanks?" Hermione asked Harry.
'I guess...' Harry thought unsure of what Hermione would wear. Hermione nodded to herself and grabbed a couple outfits out of her wardrobe and rushed into the bathroom.
'Jeez,' Harry thought, 'Was she like this when Viktor took her out on dates?'
Ten minutes had passed when Hermione emerged from the bathroom, during that time Lavender and Parvati and been waiting anxiously to see Hermione and what she was wearing, Harry, though he would never admit it, was anxious too.
"Okay, here I come!" Hermione's muffled yell sounded from behind the door. Then she opened the door, and Harry's jaw dropped.
Hermione was wearing blue muggle jeans that he remembered were called 'Flares' or something like that. Well, they were tight around the waist, and thighs and rear. They flared out a little towards the end and fit Hermione like a glove.
The shirt she was wearing was red spaghetti tank top, she wore a red velvet dress jacket over it. Her hair was down and reached to her waist, it was curled in little ringlets and spread about her shoulders. She wore a very light red lipstick on her lips and you couldn't tell if she was wearing eye- liner or not.
"Wow Hermione," Lavender gasped, "You look awesome, Justin is going to be knocked off his feet." Parvati nodded in agreement. Hermione blushed and giggled. Harry though couldn't help but wonder if she wanted to knock Justin off his feet. He narrowed his eyes in jeasouly. Then another sneezing fit came to him.
"Oh poor Crookshanks!" Hermione pouted. She lovingly picked up Crookshanks and cuddled him. Harry didn't seem to mind though.
"Hermione! Your going to get cat fur all over your outfit! How about you just leave Crookshanks here?" Parvati suggested, and Harry paled at the thought.
"No! I already talked to Justin anyway! He didn't mind at all if I brought Crookshanks along and oh my goodness! I'm going to be late if I don't hurry." Hermione squealed when she saw the clock that read 5:51pm.
"Bye girls! See you later!" Hermione yelled as she ran down to the common room.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, Hermione stopped and quickly bid Ron good-bye, but then stopped when she realized Harry wasn't around, or so she thought.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked as she looked around the common room, Harry only snuggled deeper in her arms. Ron shrugged his shoulders, Hermione sighed.
"Oh, I really wanted to see him before I left, oh well, if you see him tell him I said I'll be back around 9 or so. Bye Ron!" She hollered as she ran out of the common room.
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When they finally reached Hogsmead, Justin was standing at the doorway of The Three Broomsticks (is that what that little place is called?) He smiled when he saw Hermione, who was carrying a sick Harry...er...Crookshanks.
"Wow, Hermione, you look absolutey beautiful." He said as he looked her up and down, not noticing the narrowed eyes of Harry.
"Thanks." Hermione blushes, then kissed him quickly on the cheek.
'OH MY GOD!! SHE FRIKIN KISSED HIM! Just wait until I get my body back! That little boy is going to pay!' Harry thought lividly as he watched Justin take Hermione's hand and lead her into The Three Broomsticks. Harry then had another sneezing fit, all over Justin and Hermione's hand. No one had noticed him lean over and start to sneeze all their hands.
"Oh, I'm sorry Justin, his flu is really bad." Hermione apologized.
"That's alright." Justin smiled, but made sure not to hold Hermions's hand with the one that had cat boogers all over it.
"After a couple butterbeers would you like to stop at Honeydukes?" Justin offered, Hermione grinned and nodded.
'Not if I can help it.' Harry thought, once again that evil grin came to his face.
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Sorry I had to stop there! But I'm REALLY tired and I need to take a nap!! ^_^ PLEASE REVIEW!!
