Extremely Long Unneeded Author's Note:

I have finally updated! Hoo-rah! This new chappie is completely and utterly dedicated to one of my biggest (and probably one of my only) fans, LightningSt0rm! You've made me happily await your interesting and original, amazing, Insane and Sane duel reviews! And you've been pushing me to get off my butt and UPDATE! So here this is! Sorry it's taken so long...I thought of deleting this story but luckily you stopped me. I wrote another version of this chappie, but it was so freaking bad I decided to rewrite it and this is SO MUCH better. OK...I know this Author's Note is WAY too long...but whatever. Go on now! Read and review!

"Harry! Oh, Harry? Yoo hoo! Anyone in there?"

Harry heard voices, but his eyes seemed to be glued shut.

He then felt a repeated rapping on his forehead, like someone was trying to see if his head was hollow.

"He's out cold, Her-hinee." That was certainly Ron, Harry could tell.

"What did you just call me?" Obviously Hermione.

"Nothing at all, Puke Face."

"Oh, Ron! My dah-ling!"

Harry's eyes snapped open just in time to see Ron and Hermione leaning in for a kiss.

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TWO DOING?' Harry screeched.

"Erm...sweeping the chimney!" Ron said off the top of his head.

"What chimney?" Harry demanded.

"This one, right here! Don't you see it, Harry? There must be something wrong with your glasses," Hermione said matter-of-factly, pretending to touch an imaginary chimney that stood between Hermione and Ron.

"How is grabbing each other's shoulders and puckering out your lips and then leaning in to each other cleaning the chimney?" Harry asked, one eyebrow raised suspiciously.

"It's just part of the dance," Ron lied quickly.

"What dance?" Harry asked yet again.

"This one!"

Hermione and Ron swung their arms over each other's shoulders and lifted their legs up in the air, as if beginning to do the can-can, but then turned around and bumped their bottoms together. They then spun around like mad people, and skipped in a circle. All the while they sang, "Chim, chim cheree, chim chim cheree, chim chim cheroo!"

"Wow." Harry said, his eyes wide in terror.

Hermione put her hands on her hips in a cocky fashion. "Well, clearly Harry, you've never seen Mary Poppins. Honestly, that's a classic!"

"And you have, Ron?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes! Numerous times!" Ron began spinning and singing. "Just a spoonful of sugar, helps the medicine go down..."

As Ron continued his happy peppy little dance, Harry finally began to notice his surroundings.

He could tell he was in the Hospital Wing. He was lying in a bed, propped up on the pillows. The paintings were of course and as usual, doing extremely strange things.

Suddenly Madame Pomfrey walked in, her white nursie robes swishing madly.

"Mr. Weasely, you stop that dance this very minute or I'll shove this shot up your rectum!" she threatened.

Ron squealed and ran under a chair and quivered.

"Madame Pomfrey, will Harry be all right?" Hermione asked, glancing at her geeky friend.

Madame Pomfrey knelt by Harry's bedside. "Oh yes, yes, he shall be fine. He's just suffered from a bit of shock. Do you remember anything, Potter?" she asked inquisitively.

"Oh vaguely, yes, but the thought is so absurd! It must be a dream! Hermione, Ron, and me were sitting in the Great Hall eating...chipmunk or something...and Hermione said some nonsense like I was fictional and there's a whole series of books about me! Then it all went black. Then suddenly I found myself in a wonderful world of joy and beauty! I was skipping merrily through fluffy pink clouds in a spectacular green lush meadow! Flowers blossomed at my delicate feet, and all my little birdie and butterfly friends flew with me! And bunnies were falling from the sky, and I ran around with a basket catching all of them!" Harry said excitedly.

Ron had come out from under the chair and was sitting on the floor listening intently to the story. "Oh Harry, that story sounds wonderful! Tell it again, oh please do!" Ron said clapping his hands happily.

"Harry, I have some good news, and some bad news," Madame Pomfrey said.

"Tell the good news! Ooooh! Yay!" Ron said joyfully. Hermione smacked Ron on the back of his hollow head.

"Well, the good news the whole girlish pretty pink part that happened after everything went black was a dream," Madame Pomfrey said.

"Awwwww," Harry and Ron said disappointedly, lowering their eyes sadly.

"The bad news is that...Harry, you ARE fictional," Madame Pomfrey said.

"Come again?" Harry asked.