Chapter Three - "The Ghost of Cedric Diggory"

Harry and Cho were on a date. They were at Madam Crème Brooklyn's. Suddenly they say Lysander and Hermia. They magically appeared when Harry and Cho transfigured their toaster pastries into a lion. Lysander and Hermia used their teleporting powers to go to Madam Crème Brooklyn's. They walked down the hallway. Then they saw Harry and Cho.

Harry and Cho looked astounded for no reason as Hermia and Lysander entered. They had never seen anyone wearing a maroon dress and green suit. Harry had a scar on his forehead. But he didn't like the scar. So he transfigured the scar of a lightning bolt into a scar of a happy face.

"Who are you?" Cho asked Hermia and Lysander as they approached.

Lysander bowed grandly. "I am Lysander," he said, with an emphasis on the 'a', so it sounded like LySANder. Hermia curtsied. "And this is my wife, Hermia."

"What are you doing here at Madam Crème Brooklyn's?" asked Harry.

"Alas, judging by all I have read or heard of in fact or fiction, the course of true love never did rum smooth. It may be a class difference!" LySANder replied!

"Are you a witch or a wizard?" Cho asked the pair.

"We have teleporting powers," Hermia announced.

"Ooh, watch me do something super cool," LySANder said. He took out a wand from his green shirtwaist jacket thing and resurrected Cedric Diggory into a ghost.

"Look, it's the ghost of Cedric!" Cho said happily. Harry felt unloved.

"Don't feel unloved poor little boy!" Hermia said, comforting Harry. "LySANder said it himself, Alas, judging by all I have read or heard of in fact or fiction, the course of true love never did run smooth. It may be a class difference."

"I'm ok." Harry stated. To Bano the misspelled fairy.

"Besides, I'm not a poor little boy!" Harry exclaimed. "I am fifteen! You shall now feel the wrath of my teenage angstiness!"

"I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me!" Harry sang,

"He's just a poor boy, from a poor family," Everybody sang back to Harry.