I don't own Harry Potter. I only own myself, what more do you want?

~*~*~That night~*~*~

::We are in a dark studio. With a dark sage and dark host's desk and dark guest chairs. They are all empty, except one. Someone is sitting in it..::

Harry: HELP ME!

::Harry is still chained to the chair.::

Harry: ANYBODY? PLEASE!

::We see someone open the door to the studio, the studio fills with light until the door is closed.::

Harry: Oh! Thank you! Please, you have to help me. I've been chained here for hours.

::The person just stares at him. The whole studio fills with light and we see the janitor.::

Harry: Please! Help me!

Janitor: Um...

::He pulls a paper out of his jumpsuit::

Janitor: Are you...Harry Potter?

Harry: Yes, now please help me!

Janitor: Uh...nope, sorry. No can do.

Harry: WHAT!?

Janitor: Well, see here. ::points to paper:: This here paper says that a Mr. Harry Potter cannot leave the building under any circumstances.

Harry: WHHHHHY!!!

Janitor: I don't know, don't ask me.

::He puts the paper away and begins to mop while Harry hangs his head and begins to cry. The janitor pulls out another piece of paper. It looks like a picture::

Janitor: Uh, Mr. Potter...

Harry: ::sobbing:: What?

Janitor: Can I have your autograph?

::Harry looks up at him and we hear a low growl come from him.::

Janitor: Ah, that's what I thought, yep.

::He puts the picture away and continues to mop. Harry hangs his head down again and keeps crying. When the janitor is done, he apologizes to Harry and turns the lights off and leave.::

Harry: Why me? Why does everyone hate me?

::He hangs his head once more and goes back to sobbing::

A/N: Aww, poor Harry...::thinks:: nah...I'll try to have a few more chapters up by the end of the week. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!!