A/N: Here it is! The Harry Potter version of the Boy Meet's World's version of Scream, which is a parody to the wonderful, classic horror film HALLOWEEN, which is an omage of PSYCHO! Anyway, read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Boy Meets World, and I hate that. Please don't sue me, I worship you people.

Chapter 1

"Hey what're you doing in my seat?" Harry asked, walking into Mcgonagalls' class late, as usual.

His best friend Ron puts on a face and says, willing jabbing his thumb at Hermione, "We-well, the wife and I aren't together anymore so I figured I'd be safer if I had a buffer".

Harry sighed. "This breakup is now having severe ramifications on me", he said as he took his new seat.

"Ooh, ramifications, nice word, jughead!", said Mcgonagall, looking up from her desk.

"You see", Harry said indignantly, "Now Mcgonagall knows I'm in the class!"

"It's just logistics, Harry. If I sit in that seat I can smell her hair, hear her breathe and watch her sweater go up as she raises her hand" Ron answered, with a faraway look on his face

"Okay, then I'll sit here", Harry said with a perverted look on his face. "But remember", he continued, "I'm just between you, okay, not in the middle of you".

"Hey Hermione, can I borrow your big pencil?" Seamus asked, indicating her big pencil as he spoke.

But, before Hermione could answer, Harry, as if he had been waiting for this moment, swung around her, and came face-to-face with Seamus.

"They're not divorced, Seamus, its just a trial seperation, and don't think I don't know what "borrow a pencil" means, okay? Nobody, nobody, borrows more pencils than Harry Potter!"

Next thing Harry knew, Ron was breathing down his neck and saying, "Hey, thanks for not getting in the middle of us".

"He was just asking for a pencil!" Renee insisted, slamming her hand down on her desk as she spoke (A/N. Ok, i know Renee doesn't exist in harry potter, but i needed another girl in their year).

"I know what he was asking for, and if he asks for it again, I'll stab that big pencil through his heart, you hear me Seamus?"

"Why is Harry so obsessed with you, too?" said Renee, who had sort of been going with Harry for awhile.

"I don't know, but he's almost taking it harder than me and Ron!" Hermione replied

"We'll return to the daily 'Witch Weekly' gossip column after this word from Mcgonagall, and here is that word. Shut up!"

"Professor Mcgonagall, I'm sure you recall the pain of being stabbed in the back by a significant other".

Hermione snapped. "I didn't stab him, he stabbed me" she insisted as she stood up.

"Oh, I'd stab myself before I'd stab you. Seamus, give me that pencil", Ron said, also standing.

"Now, listen, this class will no longer be more interested in the romantic goings-on's of it's stundents, than it is with whatever I'm teaching. Weasley, you sit on this side of the room. Miss Granger, you sit on that side. Right now, lets go!".

"Professor, you can't do this, you're contributing to the furtherance of their apartness!" Harry said angrily.

"I'm trying to teach a class here. Now Mr. Potter, Bristol-"

"No, don't try and change the subject-"

"Quiet! One more crazy interruption, and all you nuts are going into detention!"

Suddenly, Filch bursts in the classroom as though he had been waiting all day to interrupt it, just to take out the trash (A/N. I know filch doesn't do trash, but hey, a girl can dream, can't she?). He points at Seamus, and turns on his heel and leaves, pushing the trash bin.

"Oh, thats it" said Mcgonnagall, throwing her arms up in aunguish.

"You know, I didn't know seventh years still got detention" Ron whispered to Harry.

"They do when they act like two-year olds" said Mcgonnagall as she passed.

"They do when they act like two-year olds" Ron mimicked, as Harry cracked up.

"Mr. Weasley, when one mocks someone, one should wait until they're not looking right at them!" she retorted.

"I'm not in my regular seat" Ron answered.

"This is detention people, that means no talking, moving or fraternizing for the next hour and a half" McGonnagall told the class as she walked to the door.

A/N: There's the first chapter! Tell me what you think...