Disclaimer: Why would I be writing fan fiction stories if I were the author of the best selling books, Harry Potter? That would be weird. If you are strange enough to think that, will you be my friend? I like 'em strange.
Thank you: Edmonds, I'm glad you weren't being sarcastic. And thank you Blonde, you mysterious person who didn't log in. Is your hair really blonde?
Harry Potter owned the Ashlee Simpson CD and a black permanent marker. He liked to sniff the marker while playing her on his head phones. That's basically all he did besides the chores. It took his mind off of you know what and those purple bags under his eyes evaporated.
Errol the owl flew thorough his open window one night and Harry read the letter cracking up at what Fred and George did. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have laughed but he was high off marker and so he did. Wait, he was always high so never mind.
In extra large letters this is what he replied: My dearest mates, how brilliant is that hahah! Friday ok ok ok yes yes FINE damn Hermione too. Won't she get mad? I'll be there if yah pick me up. Love always, Harry Potter a.k.a. boy who must kill the dark lord who is a jerk.
He sent Errol away and laughed himself to sleep while listening to Ms. Simpson sing about the pieces of her and imagining Snape in a tie.
Hermione was tired. She ached from the bone. She was drowning. Not even her books could comfort her anymore. She couldn't concentrate long enough to get into one. She just liked to put on her make-up and do her hair and dress cute then look in the mirror. It was confusing because she knew this wasn't like her but she was in too deep to change. Besides, when school starts, she'd change back.
It was the end of July. She received a letter via owl from Ron concerning Snape or something. After reading it she cut her leg again with the knife and fainted on her bed. Damn it.
Mr. Antisocial spent Thursday shopping in London. He purchased an Armani suit to look snazzy and hey guess what, he also cut his long black hair. Yahoo! He now looked very similar to the ever so hunky Keanu Reeves and ladies eyed him in the streets.
Wow why have I never done this before? He wondered. D'oh. He walked with a new confidence, the very same confidence that had been taken away from him many years back as a kid no thanks to Harry's dad and his friends.
Hah! If they could see me now! With Linda I'll be complete. I'll woo her off her feet. Tomorrow night will be hook line and sinker.
Ron got both letters from Harry and Hermione saying yes ok. Harry's letter was really...peculiar.
Friday. Tomorrow. The funny joke and seeing my friends again. Ron was excited and nervous to see them. Especially Hermione.
A.N: forgive my weirdness it's just how I am. Please review.