Do you like my story so far??? It is gonna be soooooo wordin' funny, trust me. This is my second story, my first one I'm not sure I will ever finish. LOL, so read on, I'm not sure if this is going to be a good chapter.

Would he really find the perfect woman? If he did, would their relationship last? All of these questions kept popping in and out of Harry's mind. He kept on thinking of the bachelor, and was starting to get worried. His hands were sweaty and his head hurt from thinking (like I said in my other book, this can happen).

Harry decided to get up, since just thinking about the Wizard's Bachelor was making him nervous. He went down to the bar (remember he lives in the Leaky Cauldron), and got a beer. He talked to Tom, the owner, about quidditch (he wasn't up to telling everyone about the Wizard's Bachelor), and then left for Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley was one of Harry's most favorite places in the world. He could just stay there for hours and would not get bored. Today, he decided to go to the quidditch shop, since he had a bunch of friends and fans there, and of course, all the latest gear of quidditch.

When he got into the shop, a small boy with mousy brown hair and great big blue eyes immediately greeted him. "Hi, Harry!" he said excitedly, as if it was Christmas.

"Oh... hi, Gabriel," spoke Harry. Gabriel was son of the owner of the shop. He loved talking to Harry, and was very enthusiastic about quidditch. He loved playing and was a seeker as well.

"We just got a new order of Nimbus's!" said Gabriel.

"What model?" asked Harry.

"Um... I think they're Nimbus 3000's, and they're selling out really fast. Dad's just ordered another stock of 'em."

"Wow, that's good, but they probably will never be as good as the Firebolts," replied Harry thoughtfully.

"Well, that is true, but right now the best broom is the new Nimbus!" Gabriel smiled. "Would you like to see them? They're in the backroom."

Harry nodded and followed Gabriel into the back. Gabriel opened a long, slender parcel and took out a shiny broomstick. Harry gasped. IT WAS AWESOME! The Firebolt Harry owned was nothing compared to this broom. Words couldn't even explain it. Gabriel and Harry stood looking at the broom for at least 20 minutes (Dang, they're obsessed with quidditch), when Gabriel's father came in.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. I suppose Gabe is showing our new brooms. Great aren't they, and between you and me, very expensive too." He laughed. "Gabe, can you go occupy the customers, while I talk to Mr. Potter here." Gabriel nodded, and then left.

"Mr. Potter," started Gabe's father (Mr. Blackwood), "There has been talk around here from your fellow quidditch players, that you are not going to be in the broom business for us. I was wondering what this meant."

"Mr. Blackwood, I will not be playing quidditch for at least a month," gulped Harry as it spilled out of him. "I'm... I'm going to be in the Wizard's Bachelor... to find my... future... wife..." Harry never felt so embarrassed in his life.

Mr. Blackwood stared at Harry. And then he did the worst thing imaginable; he started laughing, and once he started, he couldn't stop. Harry felt his face burn red. He wanted to slap him, but he couldn't. "Mr. Potter... (peals of laughter)... that is the... best joke... I have ever heard for a long time..." and with that Mr. Blackwood just fell on the floor and started laughing hysterically.

Harry didn't know what to do. He cleared his throat and say coldly, "It's not a joke, Mr. Blackwood, I really am doing this for that cause. Good day." And with that he left, leaving a very embarrassed Mr. Blackwood.

He stormed out of the shop, and headed straight towards the Leaky Cauldron. He needed to get some help quickly. He couldn't deal with all of this laughter towards him. But then, all the pain went away, and he felt that swooping motion again in his stomach. He was going to be on the Wizard's Bachelor!

He wanted the whole world to know. He wanted every witch, wizard, muggle, house elf, everything and anything to know.

"I AM GOING TO BE ON THE WIZARD'S BACHELOR, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! I WILL BE THE HOTTEST BACHELOR ALIVE. I WILL DATE 25 WOMEN! I DON'T CARE, BECAUSE I WANT TO FIND THE PERFECT WIFE! MY NAME IS HARRY JAMES POTTER AND I WILL BE ON THE WIZARD'S ..." Harry stopped. He just realized that everyone was looking at him. He tried to smile, but he couldn't.

'Okay, maybe I don't want the whole world to know,' thought Harry.

OK, I know this chapter sucked, but next chapter I PROMISE I will let you meet the women, and actually start the Wizard's Bachelor!