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Well, I haven't updated this for ages - hell, I haven't updated ANYTHING for ages, so here goes!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By the time Harry was revived, Hermione had already brought in several huge books on the subject of musical charms, and one titled "Look Before You Leap: A Guide To Surviving All Life's Little Accidents".
Harry sat up with a start as Ron poured yet another bucket of water on him. "Aaaaah," he screamed, looking about wildly, "What's going on? Why was I singing just then? What happened? Why is the floor covered with water?!!"
Ron grinned sheepishly. "Heh, sorry mate, got a bit carried away there. Hey, you're not singing any more?"
Hermone straightened her glasses. "According to Rufus Bloodley's Horrible Things You can Do With Simple Charms if you get a small dose then it strikes at odd moments - you should get a tingling senstion when you're about to start singing."
"Oh good," Harry said weakly, dripping on the floor, "because I'm getting a tingling sensaaaaaaaaatioooooooon!" He clamped his hands over his mouth, but you could see his lips desperately trying to move.
Everyone blinked at him for a while as he wiggled and made "mmmmph mm mmmph" noises.
"Do you reckon we should do something?" Ron ventured after a while.
"I'm trying, idiot!" Yelled Hermione, feverishly paging through her books.
"Actually I was thinking more along the lines of a strait jacket and a nice padded room. OW!"
"Ahem. If I may intervene" Dumbledore asked politely, before a wildly squirming Harry knocked him out the window.
Everyone crowded to the window in horror, except for Harry, who still had his hands clamped over his mouth and was taking the opportunity to knock over some furniture, and Hermione, who was still searching through "Unlikely Cures For Weird Messes People Make With Badly-Prepared Potions".
"I'm fine," Dumbledore called from below, "I think I'll just go and... um... yeah." And he disapparated with a pop.
"Ooooooooh! Eureka!" Shrieked Hermione, tossing her glasses across the room in excitement.
Ron frowned at her perplexedly. "What towel?"
She grabbed the nearest thing (Bagman's cast) and chucked it at him.
"I have it, you idiot! Oh, sorry Mr Bagman."
"Well, what is it? Quickly, before Harry wrecks the whole building!" Snape snapped, snatching a vase out of the way. "This happens to be may holiday house!"
"Well, it's..."
Well, I haven't updated this for ages - hell, I haven't updated ANYTHING for ages, so here goes!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By the time Harry was revived, Hermione had already brought in several huge books on the subject of musical charms, and one titled "Look Before You Leap: A Guide To Surviving All Life's Little Accidents".
Harry sat up with a start as Ron poured yet another bucket of water on him. "Aaaaah," he screamed, looking about wildly, "What's going on? Why was I singing just then? What happened? Why is the floor covered with water?!!"
Ron grinned sheepishly. "Heh, sorry mate, got a bit carried away there. Hey, you're not singing any more?"
Hermone straightened her glasses. "According to Rufus Bloodley's Horrible Things You can Do With Simple Charms if you get a small dose then it strikes at odd moments - you should get a tingling senstion when you're about to start singing."
"Oh good," Harry said weakly, dripping on the floor, "because I'm getting a tingling sensaaaaaaaaatioooooooon!" He clamped his hands over his mouth, but you could see his lips desperately trying to move.
Everyone blinked at him for a while as he wiggled and made "mmmmph mm mmmph" noises.
"Do you reckon we should do something?" Ron ventured after a while.
"I'm trying, idiot!" Yelled Hermione, feverishly paging through her books.
"Actually I was thinking more along the lines of a strait jacket and a nice padded room. OW!"
"Ahem. If I may intervene" Dumbledore asked politely, before a wildly squirming Harry knocked him out the window.
Everyone crowded to the window in horror, except for Harry, who still had his hands clamped over his mouth and was taking the opportunity to knock over some furniture, and Hermione, who was still searching through "Unlikely Cures For Weird Messes People Make With Badly-Prepared Potions".
"I'm fine," Dumbledore called from below, "I think I'll just go and... um... yeah." And he disapparated with a pop.
"Ooooooooh! Eureka!" Shrieked Hermione, tossing her glasses across the room in excitement.
Ron frowned at her perplexedly. "What towel?"
She grabbed the nearest thing (Bagman's cast) and chucked it at him.
"I have it, you idiot! Oh, sorry Mr Bagman."
"Well, what is it? Quickly, before Harry wrecks the whole building!" Snape snapped, snatching a vase out of the way. "This happens to be may holiday house!"
"Well, it's..."