Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. I do not own any of
the songs mentioned in this story. And just for the record, I don't own
Microsoft either.
I have faded out the random people I know because they don't read my fanfiction, blah :P.
This has been temporarily suspended due to exams and all-round general laziness. Thank you and here we go again!
Thank you to all the reviewers who have for some reason or another neglected to review!
Thestrals Spell: I just got annoyed at an anonymous flamer of How To Completely Mangle A Harry Potter Fanfic because I can't tell him to bugger off if he doesn't get my jokes. Easier all round if I don't accept the things! I'm glad you like the chameleon, it's sort of my trademark! I like to put one in wherever it'll fit. I like chameleons. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once they calmed Snape down and woke Harry up, the unanimous consensus was that this sitting room was far too damp and sooty and the meeting ought to be adjourned to the kitchen. Once there, food was distributed.
"So what are we going to do now?" Harry asked as Ron stuffed his face.
"Well," said Hermione, "I think we ought to call a full meeting. We haven't had most of the teachers here since we decided on our plan of action, nor the Aurors or most of the journalists, who probably should publicize Voldemort's arrival (again)."
Everyone made small noises of approval, except for Ron, who made small noises of eating like a pig.
"Right, oh and the removal of the charm may not be perfect so I'd like everyone to practice the light spell - be sure it's the exact shade of hot pink that I used.
Harry blushed. Ron sniggered, spraying everyone with half-digested cheese, and then got back to stuffing his face like a pig.
"Okay!" Hermione cried, standing up briskly. "Ron, go fetch everyone."
"Mmmmmmmmmph?"
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Soon the whole group was gathered in Professor Snape's Holiday House.
"So...," Said Dumbledore, "What have you got to report since we last saw you?"
Everybody looked sheepish.
"Um," said Hermione, "Well, you all know of Harry's little rebound spell, um, we've figured out that to cure it you have to shine a Hot Pink light into Harry's eyes, and meanwhile Harry should sing and not try to fight it because that produces... side effects."
There was a snore from the direction of professor Battye.
Hermione sighed. "Will someone... actually, just tell him when he wakes up. It would be a pity to bother him."
Suddenl Harry's face started turning red. He made small choking sounds.
Then Hermione shrieked "No! Don't fight it Harry, remember the chameleon!"
So he opened his mouth and sang:
"I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Oh god that was weird."
Everyone sat in silence for a while.
"Well," said Professor McGonnagall eventually, "It doesn't seem to last very long, does it? Was that Nirvana?"
Everyone stared at Professor McGonnagall.
"What?" She asked defensively.
"Ummm... nothing..."
"Well," said Rita Skeeter, standing up, "I suppose we'll have to publish the fact that Voldemort and the Death Eaters can now be recognized by loud singing in the distance or the appearance of random chameleons... erm... I suppose you'll want me to omit Harry's ...affliction?"
"YES!!"
"Okay..."
I have faded out the random people I know because they don't read my fanfiction, blah :P.
This has been temporarily suspended due to exams and all-round general laziness. Thank you and here we go again!
Thank you to all the reviewers who have for some reason or another neglected to review!
Thestrals Spell: I just got annoyed at an anonymous flamer of How To Completely Mangle A Harry Potter Fanfic because I can't tell him to bugger off if he doesn't get my jokes. Easier all round if I don't accept the things! I'm glad you like the chameleon, it's sort of my trademark! I like to put one in wherever it'll fit. I like chameleons. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once they calmed Snape down and woke Harry up, the unanimous consensus was that this sitting room was far too damp and sooty and the meeting ought to be adjourned to the kitchen. Once there, food was distributed.
"So what are we going to do now?" Harry asked as Ron stuffed his face.
"Well," said Hermione, "I think we ought to call a full meeting. We haven't had most of the teachers here since we decided on our plan of action, nor the Aurors or most of the journalists, who probably should publicize Voldemort's arrival (again)."
Everyone made small noises of approval, except for Ron, who made small noises of eating like a pig.
"Right, oh and the removal of the charm may not be perfect so I'd like everyone to practice the light spell - be sure it's the exact shade of hot pink that I used.
Harry blushed. Ron sniggered, spraying everyone with half-digested cheese, and then got back to stuffing his face like a pig.
"Okay!" Hermione cried, standing up briskly. "Ron, go fetch everyone."
"Mmmmmmmmmph?"
************************************************
Soon the whole group was gathered in Professor Snape's Holiday House.
"So...," Said Dumbledore, "What have you got to report since we last saw you?"
Everybody looked sheepish.
"Um," said Hermione, "Well, you all know of Harry's little rebound spell, um, we've figured out that to cure it you have to shine a Hot Pink light into Harry's eyes, and meanwhile Harry should sing and not try to fight it because that produces... side effects."
There was a snore from the direction of professor Battye.
Hermione sighed. "Will someone... actually, just tell him when he wakes up. It would be a pity to bother him."
Suddenl Harry's face started turning red. He made small choking sounds.
Then Hermione shrieked "No! Don't fight it Harry, remember the chameleon!"
So he opened his mouth and sang:
"I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Oh god that was weird."
Everyone sat in silence for a while.
"Well," said Professor McGonnagall eventually, "It doesn't seem to last very long, does it? Was that Nirvana?"
Everyone stared at Professor McGonnagall.
"What?" She asked defensively.
"Ummm... nothing..."
"Well," said Rita Skeeter, standing up, "I suppose we'll have to publish the fact that Voldemort and the Death Eaters can now be recognized by loud singing in the distance or the appearance of random chameleons... erm... I suppose you'll want me to omit Harry's ...affliction?"
"YES!!"
"Okay..."