AND THE COUNT IS: 15 more reviews until I reach 100! Oh, yeah! I'm
keeping the chapters coming, so you keep the reviews coming!
Come on... I just need one person to review all of the chapters, and I'll be OVER 100 reviews! But I'm not implying that you do that. [Do it!] For I hate people not reviewing of their own free will. [Forget that dumb Free Will! Just do it!]
So, yeah.
Yo, and thanks Drangonsile for adding me to your favorites list. I just checked my stats this morning! I am now on the list of THREE people!
Anyway, time to start the story!
Disclaimer: I own Harry Pottter.
But not Harry Potter.
[Then, some woman named J.K. Bowling comes up]
Bowling: I own Harry Pottter!
[Bowling smashes me on the head with book entitled: Harry Pottter and the Stone of the Sorcerer]
***
Harry Potter woke up in his bed, totally refreshed. He propped himself up, and promptly got knocked out by a camera.
***
Harry Potter woke up in his bed, groggy and woozy. He attempted to prop himself up, when he realized that he couldn't. It was as if his clothes were attached to the bed. But that couldn't be...
"NEVILLE!" screamed Harry. "DID YOU STEAL COLIN'S CAMERA, KNOCK ME OUT, AND THEN HAVE GINNY TEACH YOU THE ATTACHING SPELL, AND THEN ATTACH ME TO THE BED!?"
"No, Harry..." came the incredibly deep and surprisingly evil voice of Neville. "Maybe Colin knocked you out with his camera... and then Ginny snuck in here, and attached your clothes to the bed! MUWAHAHAHA..."
"Impossible!" said Harry. "That would NEVER happen..."
And then he remembered.
It was two weeks ago, when he had caught a glimpse of Ron's pink underwear...
"WAAH!" shouted Harry. He thought he had forced himself to forget that! But in any case, that wasn't it. Thinking again, he looked around the room for clues. Thankfully, his curtain was mysteriously open, so he could look around without having to get up...
He saw the rubber chicken mask. He saw his pass, scribbled out in Dumbledore's handwriting, to go to his office. He felt the fear, the fear of being recognized. And then he remembered.
"DUMBLEDORE CALLED ME TO HIS OFFICE SO I COULD SMUGGLE CHICKENS FROM HAGRID TO HIM, BUT THEN HAGRID RECOGNIZED IT WAS ME, SO I HAD TO THROW A RUBBER CHICKEN MASK AT HIM TO DISTRACT HIM!" spewed off Harry. "But then, the question is... how do I get my mask back!?"
"Harry, you are pathetic." Harry saw Ron looking through the open space where his curtains usually were. "You told me all about this TWO NIGHTS AGO, and then you go and forget the next morning!?"
"Sorry!" said Harry. "But when someone knocked me out with Colin's camera... hey... wait a second..."
"YES!" said Ron. "Yes, Harry, yes!"
"IT WAS NEVILLE WHO STOLE THAT CAMERA!!!
Screamed Harry, jumping up as hard as he could. Instead of falling back, he RIPPED through his clothes, and then bounded over to Neville's bed. "GET OVER HERE, YOU LITTLE SON OF A-"
"Harry, NO, YOU, NO!!!" said Ron. But Harry was already in Neville's bed, making vicious sounds. "HARRY!" shouted Ron in a desperate attempt to make him stop. "HARRY- YOU'RE IN YOUR UNDERWEAR!!!"
Harry stopped, horrified. And then he looked down at Neville. Wait- there was no Neville! He had been... TEARING PILLOWS TO SHREDS!?!"
As Harry spit feathers out of his mouth, he noticed that someone was above him... or something...
Harry looked up. Colin's camera floated above him. Before he could shout out, the camera had taken a picture of him in his underwear, with feathers all over him.
"COLIN, GET BACK HERE!!!" screamed Harry, leaping through the curtains. "SO IT WAS YOU!!!" Harry bounded down the stairs into the common room. And at that point, every single person turned around to look straight at him... in his underwear.
"EEE!" screamed most of the girls, and some of the guys, too.
And at the front, were Ginny and Colin, laughing their heads off.
Neville was at the back, just looking evil.
Dean and Seamus looked at Harry with sickening admiration.
And Ron, who had just come downstairs, looked at Harry with pity.
Harry just stared at everyone, horrified.
But then, the worst possible thing happened.
Hermione came downstairs from the girls' dormitory. When she saw Harry, she just gasped, blushed furiously, and then ran back upstairs.
Harry bolted upstairs into his own dormitory, amid hysterical gales of laughter.
***
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down together at the great hall, Hermione, for some reason, avoiding Harry's eyes. Harry was furious and Ginny and Colin for embarrassing him like that, but even more scared of their next stunt. What could it be?
And that's when the storm of owls came, dropping packages, and the school newspaper.
"We have a school newspaper?" asked Ron. "Since when!?"
"Since this year, Ron." Said Hermione, glancing at the first page. Then, she gasped.
"What is it?" asked Ron and Harry at the same time.
Blushing furiously, she handed the newspaper to Harry, and then dashed out of the Great Hall, trying to stifle laughter, for some reason.
"What is...? OH MY GOSH!" shouted Harry, reading the front-page headline.
It read- HARRY POTTER, CHICKEN BOY!
"They've got to be kidding..." said Ron, reading the article in disbelief. But then he saw the picture. "Look, Harry, it's you!" he said.
Harry looked at the picture, and grew scarlet. "COLIN!" he shouted. It was the picture of him in Neville's bed a half-hour earlier, covered in feathers. The picture Harry was still ripping up the sheets, but, to Harry's horror, it looked like he was flapping around. The small article underneath read-
Harry Potter, previously convicted of Underwear-filching and other felonies, was today captured on camera film by a Hogwarts news photographer. He was in his bed, evidently covered in feathers and attempting to fly.
Now, a lot of conclusions may be drawn from this, ranging from an ancient magical spell to just being plain loony. But with this other piece of evidence the same photographer photographed-
Here was a Photograph of Harry's chicken mask. The article continued-
We can safely assume that Harry Potter is attempting to turn into a chicken, making him a CHICKEN BOY!!! BWOCK BWOCK BWOCK!!! CLUCK CLUCK!!!
Here the article ended.
"WHAT THE FLAMEL WAS THAT!?!" screamed Harry, causing many people to turn.
"Did... did you just swear using that philosopher guy that we learned about in our first year's name?" asked Ron nervously.
"YES!" shouted Harry. "I CANNOT BELIEVE... CHICKEN BOY!? THIS IS CRAZY!! NO ONE WILL BELIEVE THAT!!!"
And that's when the bags of Chicken Feed hit him in the face.
"What!?" shouted Harry furiously. "CHICKEN FEED!? WHO THE HECK THREW THAT!?" Harry looked around for the culprit. It didn't take him long to find out who it was.
"Pavarti!" shouted Harry. "YOU'RE the one who I bumped into in the hallway three weeks ago!"
"Okay..." said Pavarti nervously, slowly backing away, and then sprinting out of the Great Hall. But Harry didn't notice. He was scanning the Great Hall for the person who had thrown the chicken feed at him.
And then he saw Malfoy, laughing and pointing. "How's it going, chicken boy!?" shouted Malfoy, hooting.
Harry, madder than a ticked off Blast-Ended Skrewt, got out of his chair, and stomped over to Malfoy. He drew out his wand... people turned to watch the inevitable fight that was going to happen...
And that's when the pie hit him squarely in the face.
Unable to see, Harry stumbled around and fell flat on his face.
The Great Hall erupted in laughter around him.
Harry, now more scarlet than possible, stumbled around, trying to get up, but then he fell back down, causing even more laughter.
And the laughter standing out most of all were the ones of...
"GINNY AND COLIN!!!" screamed Harry at the top of his lungs. He jumped up, and flung the pie off of his face. (It happened to hit and break a Hogwarts window, causing exactly 3 Galleons, 2 Sickles, and 5 Knuts to be deducted from his bank account, but Harry didn't care at the moment. Neither do you, or else I would write a whole chapter's worth about the incident.)
Harry advanced very menacingly towards the duo, making them cower in fear. He was going to hex them so bad... he pulled out his wand...
And that's when he was pulled back by a very angry and manlike Snape.
"Snape!" said Harry nervously. "You changed back?"
"Yes..." said Snape coldly. "It seems my colleagues knew an antidote for my state, yet mysteriously forgot until now... but that's not the point. The point is that you just broke a Hogwarts window, and were about to attack your fellow students," and with a slight sneer he added, "Chicken Boy."
Harry just looked at Snape with a loathing beyond imagination.
"So, Harry, I'm afraid that I will have to deduct 150 points from your house."
"ONE HUNDRED FIFTY!?" screamed Harry. "ARE YOU MAD, WE JUST HAD ABOUT FIVE TODAY!!!"
Snape sneered. "Two hundred."
He released Harry, and added, "And detention tomorrow at eight, in the dungeons! BE THERE!"
Snape left, and Harry thought he distinctly heard him mutter Chicken Boy at least 29 times. Snape leaves very slowly.
"That son of a..."
"TWO-HUNDRED TEN!"
Harry just went back to his seat, his anger beyond imagination. He now had three people on his people to get back list. Ginny and Colin would have to wait; he would get Snape back (again) tomorrow!
***
Oh no, what will Harry's plan be for tomorrow? A very stupid one, no doubt. But funny nonetheless!
Now review, yo!
Come on... I just need one person to review all of the chapters, and I'll be OVER 100 reviews! But I'm not implying that you do that. [Do it!] For I hate people not reviewing of their own free will. [Forget that dumb Free Will! Just do it!]
So, yeah.
Yo, and thanks Drangonsile for adding me to your favorites list. I just checked my stats this morning! I am now on the list of THREE people!
Anyway, time to start the story!
Disclaimer: I own Harry Pottter.
But not Harry Potter.
[Then, some woman named J.K. Bowling comes up]
Bowling: I own Harry Pottter!
[Bowling smashes me on the head with book entitled: Harry Pottter and the Stone of the Sorcerer]
***
Harry Potter woke up in his bed, totally refreshed. He propped himself up, and promptly got knocked out by a camera.
***
Harry Potter woke up in his bed, groggy and woozy. He attempted to prop himself up, when he realized that he couldn't. It was as if his clothes were attached to the bed. But that couldn't be...
"NEVILLE!" screamed Harry. "DID YOU STEAL COLIN'S CAMERA, KNOCK ME OUT, AND THEN HAVE GINNY TEACH YOU THE ATTACHING SPELL, AND THEN ATTACH ME TO THE BED!?"
"No, Harry..." came the incredibly deep and surprisingly evil voice of Neville. "Maybe Colin knocked you out with his camera... and then Ginny snuck in here, and attached your clothes to the bed! MUWAHAHAHA..."
"Impossible!" said Harry. "That would NEVER happen..."
And then he remembered.
It was two weeks ago, when he had caught a glimpse of Ron's pink underwear...
"WAAH!" shouted Harry. He thought he had forced himself to forget that! But in any case, that wasn't it. Thinking again, he looked around the room for clues. Thankfully, his curtain was mysteriously open, so he could look around without having to get up...
He saw the rubber chicken mask. He saw his pass, scribbled out in Dumbledore's handwriting, to go to his office. He felt the fear, the fear of being recognized. And then he remembered.
"DUMBLEDORE CALLED ME TO HIS OFFICE SO I COULD SMUGGLE CHICKENS FROM HAGRID TO HIM, BUT THEN HAGRID RECOGNIZED IT WAS ME, SO I HAD TO THROW A RUBBER CHICKEN MASK AT HIM TO DISTRACT HIM!" spewed off Harry. "But then, the question is... how do I get my mask back!?"
"Harry, you are pathetic." Harry saw Ron looking through the open space where his curtains usually were. "You told me all about this TWO NIGHTS AGO, and then you go and forget the next morning!?"
"Sorry!" said Harry. "But when someone knocked me out with Colin's camera... hey... wait a second..."
"YES!" said Ron. "Yes, Harry, yes!"
"IT WAS NEVILLE WHO STOLE THAT CAMERA!!!
Screamed Harry, jumping up as hard as he could. Instead of falling back, he RIPPED through his clothes, and then bounded over to Neville's bed. "GET OVER HERE, YOU LITTLE SON OF A-"
"Harry, NO, YOU, NO!!!" said Ron. But Harry was already in Neville's bed, making vicious sounds. "HARRY!" shouted Ron in a desperate attempt to make him stop. "HARRY- YOU'RE IN YOUR UNDERWEAR!!!"
Harry stopped, horrified. And then he looked down at Neville. Wait- there was no Neville! He had been... TEARING PILLOWS TO SHREDS!?!"
As Harry spit feathers out of his mouth, he noticed that someone was above him... or something...
Harry looked up. Colin's camera floated above him. Before he could shout out, the camera had taken a picture of him in his underwear, with feathers all over him.
"COLIN, GET BACK HERE!!!" screamed Harry, leaping through the curtains. "SO IT WAS YOU!!!" Harry bounded down the stairs into the common room. And at that point, every single person turned around to look straight at him... in his underwear.
"EEE!" screamed most of the girls, and some of the guys, too.
And at the front, were Ginny and Colin, laughing their heads off.
Neville was at the back, just looking evil.
Dean and Seamus looked at Harry with sickening admiration.
And Ron, who had just come downstairs, looked at Harry with pity.
Harry just stared at everyone, horrified.
But then, the worst possible thing happened.
Hermione came downstairs from the girls' dormitory. When she saw Harry, she just gasped, blushed furiously, and then ran back upstairs.
Harry bolted upstairs into his own dormitory, amid hysterical gales of laughter.
***
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down together at the great hall, Hermione, for some reason, avoiding Harry's eyes. Harry was furious and Ginny and Colin for embarrassing him like that, but even more scared of their next stunt. What could it be?
And that's when the storm of owls came, dropping packages, and the school newspaper.
"We have a school newspaper?" asked Ron. "Since when!?"
"Since this year, Ron." Said Hermione, glancing at the first page. Then, she gasped.
"What is it?" asked Ron and Harry at the same time.
Blushing furiously, she handed the newspaper to Harry, and then dashed out of the Great Hall, trying to stifle laughter, for some reason.
"What is...? OH MY GOSH!" shouted Harry, reading the front-page headline.
It read- HARRY POTTER, CHICKEN BOY!
"They've got to be kidding..." said Ron, reading the article in disbelief. But then he saw the picture. "Look, Harry, it's you!" he said.
Harry looked at the picture, and grew scarlet. "COLIN!" he shouted. It was the picture of him in Neville's bed a half-hour earlier, covered in feathers. The picture Harry was still ripping up the sheets, but, to Harry's horror, it looked like he was flapping around. The small article underneath read-
Harry Potter, previously convicted of Underwear-filching and other felonies, was today captured on camera film by a Hogwarts news photographer. He was in his bed, evidently covered in feathers and attempting to fly.
Now, a lot of conclusions may be drawn from this, ranging from an ancient magical spell to just being plain loony. But with this other piece of evidence the same photographer photographed-
Here was a Photograph of Harry's chicken mask. The article continued-
We can safely assume that Harry Potter is attempting to turn into a chicken, making him a CHICKEN BOY!!! BWOCK BWOCK BWOCK!!! CLUCK CLUCK!!!
Here the article ended.
"WHAT THE FLAMEL WAS THAT!?!" screamed Harry, causing many people to turn.
"Did... did you just swear using that philosopher guy that we learned about in our first year's name?" asked Ron nervously.
"YES!" shouted Harry. "I CANNOT BELIEVE... CHICKEN BOY!? THIS IS CRAZY!! NO ONE WILL BELIEVE THAT!!!"
And that's when the bags of Chicken Feed hit him in the face.
"What!?" shouted Harry furiously. "CHICKEN FEED!? WHO THE HECK THREW THAT!?" Harry looked around for the culprit. It didn't take him long to find out who it was.
"Pavarti!" shouted Harry. "YOU'RE the one who I bumped into in the hallway three weeks ago!"
"Okay..." said Pavarti nervously, slowly backing away, and then sprinting out of the Great Hall. But Harry didn't notice. He was scanning the Great Hall for the person who had thrown the chicken feed at him.
And then he saw Malfoy, laughing and pointing. "How's it going, chicken boy!?" shouted Malfoy, hooting.
Harry, madder than a ticked off Blast-Ended Skrewt, got out of his chair, and stomped over to Malfoy. He drew out his wand... people turned to watch the inevitable fight that was going to happen...
And that's when the pie hit him squarely in the face.
Unable to see, Harry stumbled around and fell flat on his face.
The Great Hall erupted in laughter around him.
Harry, now more scarlet than possible, stumbled around, trying to get up, but then he fell back down, causing even more laughter.
And the laughter standing out most of all were the ones of...
"GINNY AND COLIN!!!" screamed Harry at the top of his lungs. He jumped up, and flung the pie off of his face. (It happened to hit and break a Hogwarts window, causing exactly 3 Galleons, 2 Sickles, and 5 Knuts to be deducted from his bank account, but Harry didn't care at the moment. Neither do you, or else I would write a whole chapter's worth about the incident.)
Harry advanced very menacingly towards the duo, making them cower in fear. He was going to hex them so bad... he pulled out his wand...
And that's when he was pulled back by a very angry and manlike Snape.
"Snape!" said Harry nervously. "You changed back?"
"Yes..." said Snape coldly. "It seems my colleagues knew an antidote for my state, yet mysteriously forgot until now... but that's not the point. The point is that you just broke a Hogwarts window, and were about to attack your fellow students," and with a slight sneer he added, "Chicken Boy."
Harry just looked at Snape with a loathing beyond imagination.
"So, Harry, I'm afraid that I will have to deduct 150 points from your house."
"ONE HUNDRED FIFTY!?" screamed Harry. "ARE YOU MAD, WE JUST HAD ABOUT FIVE TODAY!!!"
Snape sneered. "Two hundred."
He released Harry, and added, "And detention tomorrow at eight, in the dungeons! BE THERE!"
Snape left, and Harry thought he distinctly heard him mutter Chicken Boy at least 29 times. Snape leaves very slowly.
"That son of a..."
"TWO-HUNDRED TEN!"
Harry just went back to his seat, his anger beyond imagination. He now had three people on his people to get back list. Ginny and Colin would have to wait; he would get Snape back (again) tomorrow!
***
Oh no, what will Harry's plan be for tomorrow? A very stupid one, no doubt. But funny nonetheless!
Now review, yo!