It was Christmas morning at the Potter-Black household.
"Merry Christmas Harry!" said Sirius "And that means..."
"EGGNOG!"
"No...presents"
"What about the eggnog?"
"Sorry, no eggnog this year"
Harry grabbed his lamp off the night table and flung it at Sirius' head.
"I WANT EGGNOG!"
Harry ran out of the room and stormed downstairs, knocking over everything. He began to tear open the presents once he reached the Christmas tree.
"Eggnog? No eggnog. Eggnog? No eggnog."
"So, do you like your presents?" asked Sirius, ribbing his head
"I WANT EGGNOG!"
Harry began to scream and stormed out of the house. Sirius ran after him, soon losing him. Where the heck was he?
After hours of reaching Sirius still hadn't found Harry and decided to go home. Maybe Harry would be there.
He opened the door and made his way into the kitchen and...
"HOLY SHIT!"
The whole room was in the ruins. The fridge was open, the contents all over the floor. The drawers were open...even the table was in six pieces. And the counter...well...it was exactly a counter anymore. Instead it was in pieces all over the floor. What had happened in here???
"HARRY!"
Sirius stormed upstairs, into Harry's room, gasping at the sight. Harry was sitting on his bed, his hair ruffled, his clothes dirty. He seemed to be mixing up what looked like eggs and milk in a glass.
"EGGNOG!" Harry exclaimed
He took a large sip from his glass. His face suddenly turned green.
"EWW1 NASTY ASS MACARONI!!!"
Harry grabbed the box of eggs from his bed and threw them at Sirius one at a time.
"I want real eggnog!"
---------Five minutes later- --------
Harry was being led into a white room with cushioned walls. The man who was leading him gently helped him sit down on the floor. He smiled.
"Welcome to Saint Smiley's Mental Hospital!"
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
"Merry Christmas Harry!" said Sirius "And that means..."
"EGGNOG!"
"No...presents"
"What about the eggnog?"
"Sorry, no eggnog this year"
Harry grabbed his lamp off the night table and flung it at Sirius' head.
"I WANT EGGNOG!"
Harry ran out of the room and stormed downstairs, knocking over everything. He began to tear open the presents once he reached the Christmas tree.
"Eggnog? No eggnog. Eggnog? No eggnog."
"So, do you like your presents?" asked Sirius, ribbing his head
"I WANT EGGNOG!"
Harry began to scream and stormed out of the house. Sirius ran after him, soon losing him. Where the heck was he?
After hours of reaching Sirius still hadn't found Harry and decided to go home. Maybe Harry would be there.
He opened the door and made his way into the kitchen and...
"HOLY SHIT!"
The whole room was in the ruins. The fridge was open, the contents all over the floor. The drawers were open...even the table was in six pieces. And the counter...well...it was exactly a counter anymore. Instead it was in pieces all over the floor. What had happened in here???
"HARRY!"
Sirius stormed upstairs, into Harry's room, gasping at the sight. Harry was sitting on his bed, his hair ruffled, his clothes dirty. He seemed to be mixing up what looked like eggs and milk in a glass.
"EGGNOG!" Harry exclaimed
He took a large sip from his glass. His face suddenly turned green.
"EWW1 NASTY ASS MACARONI!!!"
Harry grabbed the box of eggs from his bed and threw them at Sirius one at a time.
"I want real eggnog!"
---------Five minutes later- --------
Harry was being led into a white room with cushioned walls. The man who was leading him gently helped him sit down on the floor. He smiled.
"Welcome to Saint Smiley's Mental Hospital!"
"NOOOOOOOOO!"