Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter or any of his hot-bitch friends (minus Hermione cause she is a bushy-headed crap-kake) I would be one of the richest bastards in all of Georgia. But I'm not, so I don't. [gives J.K Rowling the finger]

Where I left you off at 5 minutes ago: (that's right, 5 minutes. Sometimes when I am through writing one chapter and I'm in the creative mood, I hop to and write the next.) Harry melted Hermione's shit-ugly face with his massive fart eruption, and Butch was being her regular gangsta baby self as always. Let's continue.

Thanks to Renny: Chelsea, I appreciate taking time off from cleaning yo room to read my wonderful ficcy. [hugs] For your utter kindness, I shall give you a part in this chapter.

Weasley Wonders: I'm ganna give you a part anyway since I am so giving and caring. [beams]

Phredtheflyingmonkey: Thanks thanks. I went and visited your home page. Your friends look like they are a friendly bunch of people, and you are a very pretty young girl. [waves]

CONTINUED: [bag pipe music plays from nowhere in particular]

Hermione, who now has a deformed melted face that makes her look like a goat, a very pregnant Harry, a very gangsta Butch, and a very hyper Christie are all lounging in the common room.

CHRISTIE: Ahhh ha ha! Ahh ha haahahahahhlhlyhlyyyiyoiujkgkhgv

WEASLEY WONDERS: (here's yo cameo) Hemroids!

HARRY: [humps Butch]

BUTCH: That's right, my slave man. Hump me good. Thrust your manly pelvis against my leg. Oh yeah.

HERMIONE: Butch! [yanks Butch away from Harry's grasp] How did you get out of your pen? [plops her back down in a baby pen]

BUTCH: [peeks out from the bars like a cell prisoner] I will get you someday, Bitch. When I can walk, you will die.

HARRY: I have someone I want you all to meet.

[He leads a young girl into the room on a leash. She is in a raincoat and has on massive 500 pound mud-caked boots.]

RENNY: Yo. [twitches]

HERMIONE: Ooh! Nice to meet you! [humps her leg]

RENNY: Teehee. [giggles nervously]

HARRY: She's my long lost twin that was separated from me at the brain at birth. She was currently living on life support in Ireland and had a tumor and breast cancer.

RENNY: Breast cancer. [spasm]

CHRISTIE: That's awful. [takes her turn at humping Renny's leg]

HARRY: She likes wearing raincoats, as you can see. And I think she's never taken those boots off a day in her life.

RENNY: My boots. Hee He.

HERMIONE: O.o

BUTCH: She sho is a twitchy bastard. [marks her territory in a corner of the play pen]

HARRY: I think that's cause of the tumor.

RENNY: Tumor, ha. Funny Harry. He he. [twitches]

CHRISTIE: Wow. Can we kill her? [runs towards her with a steak knife]

HARRY: No! [takes the steak knife away and throws it to the side nowhere in particular. It lands in Butch's play pen.]

BUTCH: All right! [picks up the knife]

CHRISTIE: But she disturbs me! Maybe it's the fact that one eye's is bigger than the other, or the fact that her feet keep stompin the ground, or the fact that she is hunched over and twitching her eye! Agh! [goes insane]

HARRY: You'll just have to get used to her. She's my long lost conjoined twin, so treat her as if she were your own.

BUTCH: [is still holding the knife] If she were MY own, she'd be buried alive in my backyard. [laughs evilly]

HERMIONE: I swear, that child is damned.

BUTCH: [insert maniacal laughter here]

HARRY: So, tell us about yourself, Renny.

RENNY: I like boots. Heh.

HARRY: Uh..

RENNY: My raincoat. [gurgles]

HERMIONE: Yes, well we are glad to have you at Hogwarts.

RENNY: hdl#s ajyh ru iy!j ud?iu(iu

HARRY: That was fucked up.

BUTCH: Fo sho, niggahs. Renny's a fucked up freaker on wheels.

RENNY: Muddy boots. [shrieks like a banshee, then acts as if nothing happened.]

HERMIONE: [starts to pray]

CHRISTIE: Ha ha! I like this bitch! [embraces Renny in a bear hug]

RENNY: [screams and bites Christie, clawing at her chest and face with ten inch nails. She is foaming at the mouth, and kicking Christie in the crotch with her massive boots] Sheeeeeeeettttt!!!!!

CHRSTIE: Aauuhhh!!!!

[A/N: Well, Renny. You're in the fic now. So what if you are a twitchy freak in a raincoat and 500 pound mud caked boots? We all love you anyway. Review, everyone! And if you want a cameo, please tell me in your review!..Julie]