(disclaimer: I dont own the characters ect.)
***A/N: Harry is Going to choose his costume...***
(Scene: Harry is by himself in Gryffindor Common Room.)
Harry: Hmmm... I think I should go as Snape... yes, thats it Snape...
(imagines himself running into Snape at the hallows eve bash, triping on a rug)
Harry: Or maybe not Snape...Dumbledore, yeah thats it...oh wait Seamus is already going as Dumbledore.
(Suddenly a voice in the back of Harry's head spoke up)
Voice: You want to go as Voldemort
Harry: and scare the school?
Voice: Don't forget expel-erm- I mean no it'll be great.
Harry: Like I want to look like a creepy 60 year old wizard
Voice: Why you! how did you know I - erm - He's quiet good looking for his age.
Harry: Wait a sec, who is this?
Voice: Er-uh Your Sub-consious?
Harry: Voldemort I may play the hero, but I'm not stupid! Get the Hell out of my head.
Voldemort: Its our head harry, or as I should say, our head(s).
Harry: What are you going on about now?
Voldemort: Well you interrupt my thoughts, why can't interrupt your thoughts?!
Harry: I go into your head because your a mass killer and I'm trying to 'stop' you.
Voldemort: *laughs evily* You think you can stop me, the great-
Harry: Oh lord its 3 am not this again...
Voldemort: Don't mock me boy!
Harry: If you can't take the heat get the hell out of my head!
Voldemort: I thought I was doing the famous Harry potter some service...
Harry: Oh like trying to blast me with the unforgivables was doing a service?
Voldemort: This is the very last time I try to help you.
Harry: Thank God...
Voldemort: Go with the Mauve.
Harry: OUT OF MY HEAD!
(Scene 2: Morning at breakfast)
Ron: I had the wierdest dream that Harry was yelling at You-know-who.
Harry: Thats because I was yelling at Voldemort.
Hermione: What?! How?
Ron: ...
Harry: My stupid f*cked up Scar.
Hermione: Oh Harry I'm sorry.
Harry:*shakes head* This is so messed up. Why me?
(Draco Malfoy walks up)
Draco: Your Days are numbered Potter
Ron: So are yours if you don't get the hell away from him.
Draco: Touchy Touchy.
Ron: Kicky Kicky.
Hermione: Ron, hes not worth our time.
Draco: Thats right you little mud-blood.
Hermione: Malfoy grow up.
Draco:*looks at hermione* I'm plenty grown up.
Hermione: Thats not what Pansy was telling her friends.
Draco: F*ck you.
Ron: Leave before I pound you.
(Scene 3: Library)
Harry: I'll dress up as Peeves
(peeves pops up)
Peeves: Best choice you ever made potty-potter.
***A/N: Harry is Going to choose his costume...***
(Scene: Harry is by himself in Gryffindor Common Room.)
Harry: Hmmm... I think I should go as Snape... yes, thats it Snape...
(imagines himself running into Snape at the hallows eve bash, triping on a rug)
Harry: Or maybe not Snape...Dumbledore, yeah thats it...oh wait Seamus is already going as Dumbledore.
(Suddenly a voice in the back of Harry's head spoke up)
Voice: You want to go as Voldemort
Harry: and scare the school?
Voice: Don't forget expel-erm- I mean no it'll be great.
Harry: Like I want to look like a creepy 60 year old wizard
Voice: Why you! how did you know I - erm - He's quiet good looking for his age.
Harry: Wait a sec, who is this?
Voice: Er-uh Your Sub-consious?
Harry: Voldemort I may play the hero, but I'm not stupid! Get the Hell out of my head.
Voldemort: Its our head harry, or as I should say, our head(s).
Harry: What are you going on about now?
Voldemort: Well you interrupt my thoughts, why can't interrupt your thoughts?!
Harry: I go into your head because your a mass killer and I'm trying to 'stop' you.
Voldemort: *laughs evily* You think you can stop me, the great-
Harry: Oh lord its 3 am not this again...
Voldemort: Don't mock me boy!
Harry: If you can't take the heat get the hell out of my head!
Voldemort: I thought I was doing the famous Harry potter some service...
Harry: Oh like trying to blast me with the unforgivables was doing a service?
Voldemort: This is the very last time I try to help you.
Harry: Thank God...
Voldemort: Go with the Mauve.
Harry: OUT OF MY HEAD!
(Scene 2: Morning at breakfast)
Ron: I had the wierdest dream that Harry was yelling at You-know-who.
Harry: Thats because I was yelling at Voldemort.
Hermione: What?! How?
Ron: ...
Harry: My stupid f*cked up Scar.
Hermione: Oh Harry I'm sorry.
Harry:*shakes head* This is so messed up. Why me?
(Draco Malfoy walks up)
Draco: Your Days are numbered Potter
Ron: So are yours if you don't get the hell away from him.
Draco: Touchy Touchy.
Ron: Kicky Kicky.
Hermione: Ron, hes not worth our time.
Draco: Thats right you little mud-blood.
Hermione: Malfoy grow up.
Draco:*looks at hermione* I'm plenty grown up.
Hermione: Thats not what Pansy was telling her friends.
Draco: F*ck you.
Ron: Leave before I pound you.
(Scene 3: Library)
Harry: I'll dress up as Peeves
(peeves pops up)
Peeves: Best choice you ever made potty-potter.