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Chapter 3. Up In Smoke

Harry was sitting on the new beanbag chair that he had recently purchased with the money that he had been making from the small business that he had started, selling the products he had been growing inside his bedroom closet. In all truth when he began growing the plants whose seeds he had received from an odd looking wizard who was selling the seeds on platform 9 ¾'s...

(Flashback)

"Take special care of these son ..." the wizard had said, "When they grow these will be magical," handing the seeds to Harry who was surprised that this man had just given them to him then seeing a couple of aurors approach had run off.

In the bag of seeds, there was a piece of paper that read:

Stinky Purple Punch Plants

How to grow: 1.Keep in the dark... (A/N Sorry even though this is an R rated story I don't feel it would be right to include these instructions as that would be wrong of me.)

Harry read over the piece of paper a few times thinking to himself that he would probably never waste his time on growing plants of all things, and after placing them in his pocket.

(END FLASHBACK)

He exhaled, releasing a tasty smokescreen as he went over the events of the last month and a half.

(FLASHBACK)

He forgot all about the seeds until a few days later that summer when his regret, and guilt about the death of his godfather had become almost too much to bear. Seeing the seeds, he remembered what one of the healers at St. Mungos had said about letting the long-term patients take care of plants saying that it helped them in their recovery. That's when he had decided to plant the seeds. Little did Harry know that the old man really had meant that the seeds plants were magical, ok maybe not in the way of having magic powers like spells and stuff but they had other qualities that some, mainly in the non-magical community would call magical. Harry had had no idea what he was growing, that is until his cousin Dudley had caught him in the closet and recognized the plants that Harry was growing, (As it turned out his cousin was very learned about that sort of thing being a user himself.)

(END FLASHBACK)

what surprised Harry more than anything wasn't that his cousin had threatened to tell his aunt, and uncle, but that his cousin had suggested that Harry start the business, and offered to be his hired muscle as long as Harry paid him 10 of the profits, Harry finally accepted, and from then on he was known as Dr. Greenthumb to the adolescents of the surrounding area. Not long after agreeing to Dudley's terms, that Harry, in the words of the famous rap group Cypress Hill "Took a Hit from the Bong" and he had to admit that the effects were better for driving away the melancholy that just growing the plants, and the money that he was making was a nice little perk as well. Dudley also proved dead useful, not only did he get Harry out of a few tight spots over the summer, bringing clients from outside the surrounding neibour hood; he also was able to get other people growing for Harry, in order for him to be able to keep up with the demands of his clients, that was another thing, in a short while, his list had grown from a few people, to a sunning 150 people in incredibly short period of time, which was more or less that 2 months. Harry glanced at the other beanbag chair, which was currently holding up his cousin, and bodyguard. "Dudley you made sure to seal the door right? You don't want the smoke to go out into the hall; I mean we are trying to hot-box this room after all."

"Don't worry l'll cuz, I took care of it mum and dad won't be on to us because we pumping the sound system so they think that I'm training in tha room right now." (Dudley had become one of those kids who thought that he was black, even though he was one of the most pasty kids on the block.)

"So when do you have to go back to school cuz?" his cousin asked him.

"You know..." Harry answered releasing another veil of smoke from his mouth, "one of these days I guess, I'm not really sure, I mean I've been so busy with the last minute orders from all the clients who have to go back to school soon that I haven't really had time to talk to my other friends."

"Well Harry I think that we are going to have to end this session a little earlier than we planned because I gotta leave fo school tomora, ya hear me brotha?"

"Cool, cool I should probably write to my peeps anywho" Harry answered imitating Dudley's fake accent. Take care bro Dudley answered and he opened the window, but as he did he lost his balance and fell back onto the chair with a thud, both he and Harry started to laugh at what had just happened. "You know I think maybe I should wait here for a bit" Dudley said between tangents of laughter. He sat down on the small couch that was now in Harry's room. He reached over and turned up the music, making their ribcages and lungs with the sub-woofer. Suddenly they heard a cry from outside the window; Harry felt sure that he knew that voice from somewhere, but he wasn't sure of where that somewhere was; so instead of worrying he let the sub-woofer's vibes go through him.

Ron's P.O.V.

As Ron neared the window he felt an incredible force that seemed to rattle everything from his ear drums, to his ribs in the back ground he could hear something that sounded like music; the person who was on the recording wasn't even singing but it seemed like he was reciting something, as he got nearer he started to be able to make out what they were saying and it was something like:

"Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
I'd like to tell you just where I'm from
In the hills where the trees grow wild with weed fields
The fucking pigs with shields holding the blue steels
Greenhouse effect with the weed connect
(Doctor) DEA can't keep Greenthumb in check (Doctor!)
HPS, God Bless the whole crop
Please God, don't let me see no cops
Trunkload, ready to hit the highway
Don't let the eye in the sky fly my way
or we gonna have big trouble, that's no shit
Can't be growin without no permit
but fuck that, I study the 215 trip
That way when they come they can suck my dick
Weed can't grow without attention
Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb."

After that final bit that, a base boost came through the atmosphere. The blast caught Ron off guard causing him to go off course just enough for his broom to come in contact with the window sill and send him flying through the air into the room. He looked up dazed when he realized that for some reason there was no heat from a fire anywhere also that the smoke seemed to be not so thick inside the room; in-fact the smoke had a very sweet smell. He finally realized that he was at that moment he was lying on something or somebody who was sort of squishy but hard in some places. The person pushed him to the floor causing Ron to cry out in surprise, he stood up, and looked up. When the rest of the group arrived they were surprised to see a stunned looking Ron on the floor rubbing his behind the looked up and on the couch they saw a partially surprised, partially amused and partially angry looking Dudley cracking his knuckles. Apparently Ron had flown right through the window and landed on Dudley, who had pushed him off. "Look he said loudly at Ron I don't care who you are how much you are willing to buy, or how much cash your willing to spend, but climbing into the window and attacking me is not gonna get you anything but an ass kicking from me." Dudley said angrily.

"Wait just a sec" George said to Harry's cousin "This isn't your room mate, we're here to see Harry now I don't care about who the hell you think you are but this is Harry's room not your so piss off and go fetch him no matter what cruel and degrading task you've got him doing." Suddenly another base boost from the woofer came knocking the all off their guard temporarily, while another of the recited verse came:

"The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner
I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze
Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill
I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need
True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky
And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light."

"What is this garbage?" Fred exclaimed

"It's a type of muggle music, that they call Rap..." Hermione answered "Its recently become very popular with the muggle youth and the adults hate it, and I can't help but agree with them, I actually think that this poor excuse for music is nothing but garbage."

"You know Hermione I don't think I've ever heard you be so critical of anything since you left the Divination class room back in the third year." An amused voice behind them said. They all spun around to find a smiling Harry looking at them releasing a cloud of smoke from his mouth.

A/N

Ok everybody that's chapter three hope you all enjoyed it, I tried to make this one longer than the other two hope it worked out well for ya. (The first set of lyrics were from the song "Dr. Greenthumb" by Cypress Hill, and the second set was from the song "High Times" also by Cypress Hill)