No Pants.
Harry's mind glided across a lake of thoughts, just as a bowling ball wouldn't. He didn't know how to get home, or where that was. Even worse, he couldn't remember the size of his pants, so he couldn't get a new pair.
Suddenly, he saw a light. A light that only wizards see. A purple bus was speeding towards him. He thought it was a light from heavan.
The Knight Bus came closer, closer.
SPLAT!
The bus drove over Harry, leaving a scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. He couldn't see anything. When his vision came back, he saw a red dot in front of him.
"Moley moley moley!" Harry screamed in a voice which sounded like the death moo of a constipated cow.
"No you moron, it's a bloody pimple. And yes, I have tried-". Stan Shunpike, the Knight Bus guy, was cut off in mid sentene.
"Yes, you have tried to...fart on a nuclear warhead?" Harry questioned, having an odd flash back.
"Let me finish so I can go help Voldemort regain power and kill some gay kid named Harry Potter that we found on the internet. Yes, I have tried to get rid of it"
"You've tried to get rid of what, your mole"
"SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP BEFORE I SHANK YOU"
"Okay." Harry said, winking at Stan and giving him a piece of parchment that had his telephone number on it.
"Wait just one bloody moment. I know who you are." Stan said, squinting his eyes, trying to look mysteriouse.
"Yes, please tell me!" Harry said.
"You're that guy that I'm supposed to kill"
"I'm Harry Potter?" Harry asked, looking puzzled.
"No, that's who Voldemort wants to kill. I'm talking about the person my mom wants to kill"
"Go fish?" Harry said, looking quite puzzled like always.
"No, you're that guy from Queer Eye For The Strait Guy"
"Who is this person you speak of?" Harry asked, slowly moving his hands towards Stan's pants so he could steal them.
Harry said very loudly "I am a cannibal. Give me your pants." He ripped them off Stan's bottom half, finding that Stan had been going commando.
Again, he ran away from the horror. But not before he put on the pants. He ran back past Fenway Park, past the Bourne Bridge, past the Atlantic Ocean, past the Eifel Tower, past the quidditch stands, all the way into a wall at Hogwarts. The blow made his memory come back.
He looked around. It was one of the only walls left standing. The air was misty and grey, and He found that he had been stepping on a skeleton. He wiped it off of his shoe. He turned, to find Dean Thomas crying on Hermione's shoulder.
"What happened?" Harry yelled.
Hermione answered "It was terrible. Dean's goldfish died"
"No, what happened to school? Did the bomb blow it up"
"What bomb? Hagrid just farted"
To Be Continued If I Get Some Good Reviews...
Harry's mind glided across a lake of thoughts, just as a bowling ball wouldn't. He didn't know how to get home, or where that was. Even worse, he couldn't remember the size of his pants, so he couldn't get a new pair.
Suddenly, he saw a light. A light that only wizards see. A purple bus was speeding towards him. He thought it was a light from heavan.
The Knight Bus came closer, closer.
SPLAT!
The bus drove over Harry, leaving a scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. He couldn't see anything. When his vision came back, he saw a red dot in front of him.
"Moley moley moley!" Harry screamed in a voice which sounded like the death moo of a constipated cow.
"No you moron, it's a bloody pimple. And yes, I have tried-". Stan Shunpike, the Knight Bus guy, was cut off in mid sentene.
"Yes, you have tried to...fart on a nuclear warhead?" Harry questioned, having an odd flash back.
"Let me finish so I can go help Voldemort regain power and kill some gay kid named Harry Potter that we found on the internet. Yes, I have tried to get rid of it"
"You've tried to get rid of what, your mole"
"SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP BEFORE I SHANK YOU"
"Okay." Harry said, winking at Stan and giving him a piece of parchment that had his telephone number on it.
"Wait just one bloody moment. I know who you are." Stan said, squinting his eyes, trying to look mysteriouse.
"Yes, please tell me!" Harry said.
"You're that guy that I'm supposed to kill"
"I'm Harry Potter?" Harry asked, looking puzzled.
"No, that's who Voldemort wants to kill. I'm talking about the person my mom wants to kill"
"Go fish?" Harry said, looking quite puzzled like always.
"No, you're that guy from Queer Eye For The Strait Guy"
"Who is this person you speak of?" Harry asked, slowly moving his hands towards Stan's pants so he could steal them.
Harry said very loudly "I am a cannibal. Give me your pants." He ripped them off Stan's bottom half, finding that Stan had been going commando.
Again, he ran away from the horror. But not before he put on the pants. He ran back past Fenway Park, past the Bourne Bridge, past the Atlantic Ocean, past the Eifel Tower, past the quidditch stands, all the way into a wall at Hogwarts. The blow made his memory come back.
He looked around. It was one of the only walls left standing. The air was misty and grey, and He found that he had been stepping on a skeleton. He wiped it off of his shoe. He turned, to find Dean Thomas crying on Hermione's shoulder.
"What happened?" Harry yelled.
Hermione answered "It was terrible. Dean's goldfish died"
"No, what happened to school? Did the bomb blow it up"
"What bomb? Hagrid just farted"
To Be Continued If I Get Some Good Reviews...