Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters.
I have faded out the random people I know because they don't read my fanfiction, blah :P.
Thank you to vaderisgod and all the other reviewers who have for some reason or another neglected to review!
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"...ande that aye certain colour of lighte shone in the afflicted eyes maye cause this problem to leave, althowe it is aye different colour fore each personalitye type. If this is notte implemented fast enoughe then..."
"Then what?!" Ron panted, having got the struggling Harry into a headlock.
"Um... it says on no account to fight it, because the spell must find an outlet, and it will vent itself in other, possibly more harmful ways.
Everyone looked at Harry, whose face was steadily turning purple, and Ron whose clothes were torn and teeth wobbly.
"Okay, I think we need to find that colour. Harry! Stop struggling!"
However, getting through to Harry proved a tough job and involved some more broken furniture. Snape had by this time fainted.
Eventually they managed to tie him to a chair and prise his hands away from his mouth, which stayed clenched. A vein throbbed in his forehead. Suddenly a surprised looking penguin appeared and began chasing a random chameleon round his head.
They stared at him for a while.
"Well, I assume this is the other outlet." Neville said, eyebrows raised. "How are we getting along with that light, Hermione?"
"I'm getting there, I'm getting there. Here we go. I'll just do a light spell and keep changing the colours, we'll see which one works."
She waved her wand and a green light shone into Harry's eyes.
Nothing happened.
Hermione slowly changed the colour from Green to Blue, passing through all the shades of Aquamarine, Greeney blue, Bluey green and Murk.
Nothing continued to happen.
Hermione started on Purple.
The penguin squawked and a blob of white splatted onto Professor Snape's best chair.
The light deepened to Red as the silence deepened to Expectant.
Still Harry clenched his teeth like a maniac.
The light slowly turned Orange.
Professor Snape came to, saw the state of his sitting room and promptly fainted again.
The light turned to Yellow.
Steam began to pour from Harry's ears, quite ruining the enamel lining on the mantelpiece.
In desperation Hermione faded the light back to green, with no results whatsoever.
Everyone groaned.
"I don't understand," Hermione muttered. "I've tried them all. For heavens sake, I even did Lemon Blue! What could it possibly be?!"
Neville coughed quietly. "You, um, haven't tried pink."
Hermione frowned at him and changed the light to Hot Pink. Harry collapsed in his bonds. The chameleon disappeared.
Everyone attempted to avoid each others gaze.
"Harry Potter has a Hot Pink personality type!!" Crowed Rita Skeeter, who had been sitting quietly in a corner with her mouth open. "Ooooooooh, you HAVE to let me publish that in Witch Weekly!!! Pleeeease!!!!"
Hermione gave her a strict look, and Rita sighed and sat back. "When this is over I'm going to be able to write a BOOK about Harry Potter."
"Been there, done that," called J K Rowling, randomly appearing. "That would be mine, thank you!" She scooped up the penguin and disappeared randomly, setting fire to the curtains.
Everyone stayed still for over a minute.
"Ooooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.... MOVING right along," said Hermione. "That was weird."
Professor Snape sat up. "Have I missed anything? ....oh [beep]!!!!! What the [beep] have you done to my [beep]ing house?!!!"
I have faded out the random people I know because they don't read my fanfiction, blah :P.
Thank you to vaderisgod and all the other reviewers who have for some reason or another neglected to review!
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"...ande that aye certain colour of lighte shone in the afflicted eyes maye cause this problem to leave, althowe it is aye different colour fore each personalitye type. If this is notte implemented fast enoughe then..."
"Then what?!" Ron panted, having got the struggling Harry into a headlock.
"Um... it says on no account to fight it, because the spell must find an outlet, and it will vent itself in other, possibly more harmful ways.
Everyone looked at Harry, whose face was steadily turning purple, and Ron whose clothes were torn and teeth wobbly.
"Okay, I think we need to find that colour. Harry! Stop struggling!"
However, getting through to Harry proved a tough job and involved some more broken furniture. Snape had by this time fainted.
Eventually they managed to tie him to a chair and prise his hands away from his mouth, which stayed clenched. A vein throbbed in his forehead. Suddenly a surprised looking penguin appeared and began chasing a random chameleon round his head.
They stared at him for a while.
"Well, I assume this is the other outlet." Neville said, eyebrows raised. "How are we getting along with that light, Hermione?"
"I'm getting there, I'm getting there. Here we go. I'll just do a light spell and keep changing the colours, we'll see which one works."
She waved her wand and a green light shone into Harry's eyes.
Nothing happened.
Hermione slowly changed the colour from Green to Blue, passing through all the shades of Aquamarine, Greeney blue, Bluey green and Murk.
Nothing continued to happen.
Hermione started on Purple.
The penguin squawked and a blob of white splatted onto Professor Snape's best chair.
The light deepened to Red as the silence deepened to Expectant.
Still Harry clenched his teeth like a maniac.
The light slowly turned Orange.
Professor Snape came to, saw the state of his sitting room and promptly fainted again.
The light turned to Yellow.
Steam began to pour from Harry's ears, quite ruining the enamel lining on the mantelpiece.
In desperation Hermione faded the light back to green, with no results whatsoever.
Everyone groaned.
"I don't understand," Hermione muttered. "I've tried them all. For heavens sake, I even did Lemon Blue! What could it possibly be?!"
Neville coughed quietly. "You, um, haven't tried pink."
Hermione frowned at him and changed the light to Hot Pink. Harry collapsed in his bonds. The chameleon disappeared.
Everyone attempted to avoid each others gaze.
"Harry Potter has a Hot Pink personality type!!" Crowed Rita Skeeter, who had been sitting quietly in a corner with her mouth open. "Ooooooooh, you HAVE to let me publish that in Witch Weekly!!! Pleeeease!!!!"
Hermione gave her a strict look, and Rita sighed and sat back. "When this is over I'm going to be able to write a BOOK about Harry Potter."
"Been there, done that," called J K Rowling, randomly appearing. "That would be mine, thank you!" She scooped up the penguin and disappeared randomly, setting fire to the curtains.
Everyone stayed still for over a minute.
"Ooooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.... MOVING right along," said Hermione. "That was weird."
Professor Snape sat up. "Have I missed anything? ....oh [beep]!!!!! What the [beep] have you done to my [beep]ing house?!!!"