Harry Potter: Whose Line Is It Anyway?

"Hey Harry!" Ron shouted. "Wanna play some Quidditch with Fred and George?"

"Sure!" Harry flashed a smile.

But just then, a shadow came over him and he found it to be Hedwig. She'd grown over the summer, so she could bring big packages now. However, the she was bringing right now wasn't big; it was in a form of a letter. A bunch, actually. Hedwig dropped the bunch of letters and flew gracefully to Harry shoulder, giving him an affectionate nip as she had always. Harry ripped the paper that was binding all the letters together and noticed that they all had the same return address.

He looked at who they were addressed to and found it to be himself, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George.

"Hey, Ron!"

"Yeah?"

"Com ere'! Bring Fred and George and Hermione with you!"

"Okay," Ron herded the crowd on to Harry.

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked once she got there. "Anything important?"

"Wazzup, Harry, dudi-o?!" The twins chorused, they had taken to greeting people like that nowadays.

"These letters came in for you, via Hedwig; it's from 'Whose Line is it anyway?'… Some Muggle show, I suppose."

"Cool." Ron said, taking the one addressed to him.

"I play the host," Hermione announced, "'cause the former one was run over by…giraffes?!"

"Ron and I play contestants," Harry announced, "'cause one of the former contestants seem to have disappeared…"

"Mine joined a heard of…giraffes?!" Ron said, eyes widening.

"Well, that explains why mine's died, must've gotten mad or something."

"We play the back-ups, in case one of you dies, we get to take over."

"Cool."

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Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape were doing extra potions homework, well, Draco was, and Snape was there to help him. Draco was half-way done with cutting the tail of the newt when an owl flew in.

It dropped two letters on Draco's side and flew off. Draco picked them up, examining them.

"This is for you," he said, looking at Snape.

"And this is… for me." he opened his letter.

"A Muggle Show?! My father will never allow it!"

"We have to do it." Snape said. "Because if we don't we'll be bored to death here."

"True." Draco agreed, nodding his head with a shrug. "Let's go then. And it'll be a fine excuse not see Potter's wretched face, anyway."

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September first came. Harry saw Draco at platform 9 ¾.

"Hello, Potter." Draco smirked.

"Malfoy," Harry nodded in acknowledgement.

"I won't be seeing you," Draco said, his smirk widened.

"Why?"

"I've been invited to a Muggle Show because, obviously, my good looks has stretched far."

Harry chuckled.

"What's so funny, scarhead?"

"Well," Harry smiled, Hermione and Ron appeared on his side, "it seem our good looks has also spread."

"Well, if it's any consolation so has Professor Snape's."

"Oh, God."

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