Chapter 7
Snape was nowhere to be seen. And what brought these people to Hawaii? Coincidence? Course not. Actually, Voldie's magic was making a comeback. And so was Snape's, but both in extremely fascinating ways.
Onward ho! Harry continued hula dancing with Lili, until several minutes later when her family left. "Bye-bye, Mister Harvie! Aloha!" He uttered a sigh of relief until he realized he was still in his grass skirt (and mysteriously enough), a coconut brassiere. Harry removed both, sold them for ten dollars in American currency, and felt quite puzzled indeed.
Harry then proceeded to the bar, and dragged the unconscious Voldie off his seat. No sooner had they done so, something mysterious began to happen.
Snape reappeared from wherever he had been, and was chattering something unintelligible in chipmunk language. Soon, the exquisite scenery faded away, only to be replaced by...Hogwarts. Dear Dark Lord was still out like a light, and Harry laid him on the carpeted floor.
He looked around, and saw the previous heads of the office, whirling inventions, and magical metalwork. They were in Dumbledore's office! On instinct, Harry looked towards the door and found Professor Dumbledore smiling benignly. It certainly looked as if he had enjoyed his summer so far; Dumbledore sported neon-striped swim trunks that flashed the Gryffindor colors of red and gold, and his tee-shirt held a yellow smiley-face that repeated the words "don't worry, be happy!" at an adjustable volume.
Harry fought the urge not to laugh. In the past hour, he had been taught hula dancing by a small child, worn a grass skirt and coconut brassiere, Voldemort was drunk from alcoholic punch, Snape was a chipmunk, and Dumbledore was dressed quite informally.
But what now? Was Dumbledore going to punish Voldie? Harry hadn't the faintest idea.