"Wha' bomb, 'Arry?" he asked, with a look of panic on his face.
"The bomb that is under your bed and is heat sensitive.
But just at that moment, Hagrid farted.
In the common room, Hermione was watching Blind Date 3, when she thought about her first kiss. She remembered how wonderful it was. But she still wanted to know what kissing a boy was like...
The hut started filling up with the gross gas. All that you could hear was the ticking of the explosive. You couldn't even hear Hagrid and Harry screaming, but that was probably because they couldn't breath.
When Hagrid had enough energy to speak, he yelled "'Arry, jump out the window!"
"Oh, do I have too?" Harry asked with a sigh.
But before Harry could say another word, Hagrid threw him out the window.
Harry hit the hard ground, not remembering where he was. He suddenly remembered, and saw Hagrid getting a running start to jump through his window. Harry rolled across the grass, not wanting to be hit by the half giant. As Hagrid went through, he got caught.
"Go, 'Arry!" Hagrid yelled at him. The ticking of the bomb was very quick now.
Harry got up, took one last look at the hut (which was now blowing Hagrid's passed gas out of the chiminey. He walked away, not saying anything to Hagrid.
He wondered why he had even talked to Hagrid for the past few years of his life (he had gotten hit in the heat with a bludger the previouse year, which erased his memory from when he was born to then).
The hut blew up, and Hagrid's head flew through the headmaster's office. He didn't notice anything because he was so intreuged by Backyard Wrestling 2..
He wasn't in a hurry to tell Hermione that Hagrid had died in a freak explosion caused by a fart. When he walked through the overlarge doors, everybody who was eating breakfast stopped and stared. He knew what they were staring at: He had forgotten his pants.
The laughter started. Harry ran. He ran past the quiddich stands. He ran past King's Cross. He ran past the Eifel Tower. He ran past the Atlantic Ocean. He ran past the Bourne Bridge. He ran past Fenway Park.
Just at that moment, David Ortiz hit an outside the park home run.
The ball came down. Harry didn't notice. It hit him in the head, and he forgot everything. For real this time.
Harry Potter was in Boston, Massachusetts. He had no idea where he was. He had nobody to help him. He had no friends. Actually, he never did, but that's not the point. And the worst thing was, he didn't have his pants.
To be Continued If I Get Some Reviews...