Chapter 2-The Singing Scar

Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard. He had awoken from a vivid dream. The old scar on his forehead, which vaguely resembled and bolt of lightning, was playing loud music. Aretha Franklin, actually ("R-E- S-P-E-C-T. Find out what it means to me"). He got up and put on his glasses. He crossed the room and peered into the mirror. He examined the scar closely. It looked normal, but was still singing ("Ooh! Your kisses, sweeter than honey!").
"Harry tried to recall what his dream had been about. It had been so real.Malfoy in lime green stilettos.up on stage.There had been dancing purple and orange elephants, Harry was sure of it.and a high, cold voice singing the very song that was now coming out of his scar.the voice of Snape. Harry felt as though an ice cube had slipped down into his stomach at the very thought of Snape singing.
He closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember what Snape had looked like, but it was impossible.All Harry knew was that the moment the curtain had swung open, and he, Harry, had seen Snape standing there, he had felt a spasm of horror, which had awoken him.maybe it had been the red tube top.
And who had the old man been? Harry had watched him attempt to disco until he fell to the ground, dead. And who really cares who the old man was? Not me, certainly.
Now that that's settled, lets fast forward a bit. Don't worry, you're not missing much. All that happens is Dudley goes on a diet and Harry has a truly boring correspondence with Sirius Black.
Anyway, about a week after Harry's truly disturbing dream, the whole frickin' Weasley family showed up in the Dursley's living room dressed in purple Quidditch robes.
"How did you all get here?" asked Vernon, "If I'd known you were coming, Petunia could have gotten a nice tea ready."
"Don't bother, really," the Weasley's said in unison.
"We're here to get Harry," said Percy with his nose up in the air for no particular reason.
"Who?" asked Vernon.
"Harry!"
"Harry? Hmph. I don't know one.Lo siento, mis amigos, pero Harry no esta aqui." ("Sorry my friends, but Harry is not here").
"At that moment Harry walkied in, "How did you get here?!" was his greeting.
"Flea powder," sang Ron, "We came through the fir and fire places don't like fleas." Now that he looked, Harry noticed a good deal of white powder all over their robes and in their hair.
"Ah," he said wisely and then, noticing his Uncle, he added, "Don't mind him, Dudley hit him over the head with his Smeltings stick for suggesting a diet."
"Dudley's on a diet?" Fred and George chorused, "We'll go get your stuff, Harry!" Then they casually pulled out several brightly colored sweets and cackled madly in such a manner that it did not occur to anyone that they might've been up to something.
As they waited for the twins to return, Mr. Weasley struck up a one- sided conversation about plugs and batteries with Mr. Dursley, who was nodding with a dazed lookand saying "Si, senor," at random moments. Ron and Harry used this time to do some catching up.
"Wazzup, ma homie?" asked Harry.
"I have not been doing anything over the summer," replied Ron primly.
"For real? Nuttin? Da word on da street is 'at Hermione's at your place. You aint been doin' no getting jiggy, if ya' know what I mean?"
"I do not know what you are talking about," said Ron.
"Eh? So no action.Well, dat's aight. Always next summer, eh, ma brudda?" he laughed, "Jus' chillin'.Me too, bro, me too."
Before they could say anything more they heard loud laughing from the staircase. Then Fred and George burst in, carrying Harry's things with. . . Dudley?
"Hey Dad!" said Dudley, "Look what these guys made me able to do!" He opened hi mouth and rolled his tongue out like a frog. It went nearly across the room. The tongue advanced upon Ginny, who had a half-eaten cinnamon roll in her hands. The roll stuck to his tongue and he drew it back into his mouth and finished it with a loud swallow.
"Que bueno," said Uncle Vernon, looking out the window. ("How nice").
Everyone (except Vernon, Fred and George) watched in horror as Dudley displayed his new ability, breaking several ornaments on the mantelpiece in the process.
"Let's leave," said Bill and Charlie, who were both so bored they had been reduced to doing ballet twirls to amuse themselves.
Mrs. Wealsey hastily brushed some flea powder on Harry and tossed him into the fireplace.
He was spinning furiously and the world was a blur of bright colors.kind of like a bag of Skittles. After what felt like 92.5 seconds, he was spit out into the Weasley kitchen.

A/N-How'd you like it? Please give me comments by clicking the little button down below and then typing them in. Thanks a gazillion! I would also like you to compare Harry's dream in my story with JKR's. They're in a very similar format which makes it very funny. Hopefully Chpt. 3 is on its way!