Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter. The song came from the Space Jam soundtrack. Do not own that either.

Author's Notes: Well, another chapter so soon. Friends kept bugging me to write more so here it is.

And just before school starts too! Argh, I can't believe it starts tomorrow. Craziness.

I don't know if anybody knows the song that…some people…sing in this chapter but it comes from the Space Jam soundtrack. I was listening to it and decided that it had to be in this story somehow and so it is.

Hmm…nothing else to say? Guess not. Alright then. Here is chapter three of Their Crazy Love.

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Chapter Three

Some Interaction

            Then it returned to him. He was running to Umbridge when he had run into something hard and passed out. He wondered how long ago that was. And what was this laying next to him?! He turned over and took in the person. He then gasped.

            "Professor Dumbledore?!"

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            Harry stared into the face of the headmaster. But there was something funny about him. He wasn't blinking. And it didn't look like he was breathing. Harry, thinking he was dead, started screaming, "Professor?! PROFESSOR! Wake up! Wake up!!!" Tears started to swell in his eyes while he tried to hold the professor in his arms.

            "Please wake up! Please," Harry said as the tears threatened to fall. Madame Pomfrey, who had been making the bed next to Harry's turned and stared at him.

            "Um…Harry?" At this point Harry had started doing CPR on the headmaster. Curiously, every time Harry pressed down, Dumbledore's chest wouldn't recover.

            "Breathe, breathe you stupid son of a bi—"

            "HARRY!" screamed Madame Pomfrey, "Don't you dare use that language in this place! And leave that alone! It's not alive!" Harry, who was trying to breathe in the man's mouth, which wouldn't open, stopped and slowly turned to face Madame Pomfrey.        "Not…alive? WHY?!?! How could you die on me like this?!" Harry screamed with the tears flowing steadily now.

            "Harry! Calm down! It's not the professor! Or…not the real professor! It's a wax statue! Calm down Harry!" For Harry had gone into hysterics and wasn't listening to the nurse. After much consoling from Pomfrey, Harry finally listened to what she had to say.

            "Wax eh? Not real eh?" Harry repeated.

            "Yes, not real," Madame Pomfrey repeated for the millionth time.

            "Oh, well I knew that. I was just…brushing up on my acting."

            "Ah."   

            "Yes."

            "Hmmm…well I think you should stay here until at least lunch time and rest," Madame Pomfrey informed him. With that she walked into her office and closed the door, leaving Harry to wonder what a wax Dumbledore was doing in his bed.

            Lunch time came quickly and before he knew it, Madame Pomfrey was telling him to hurry so he could make it to his afternoon classes.

            Just as Harry was about to leave, the real Professor Dumbledore walked in. When the professor saw him he stopped in his tracks.

            "Harry. I didn't think you'd still be here." Harry looked at the professor and felt his anger rise.

            "Yeah, I am. You better be running now. You don't want to talk to me," Harry snapped while grabbing his things. When he looked back up he thought he saw a hint of sadness and hurt in the old man's eyes but it was gone in a second.

            "I would love to talk to you Harry. Let's talk right now." Dumbledore walked over to a chair that was next to the bed Harry had occupied earlier and sat down. Harry watched the professor pick at his fingernails and couldn't help but sit down too. He couldn't stay mad at this magnificent man.

            Sitting down on the bed, Harry turned to lie down but found the wax Dumbledore in his way. The real Dumbledore noticed and smiled.

            "Did you like the wax figure? I thought you would like some company when you woke up. That's the best I could do, I couldn't find a doll," Dumbledore said.

            "Oh, yes. It was quite…interesting," Harry said with a genuine smile. Even though it had been quite strange at first, Harry liked it more and more throughout the day.

            "Say, Professor, what happened? You know, in the hall?" Harry asked. Dumbledore looked up from his hands and studied Harry. He opened his mouth as to say something but then shut it. Harry shifted positions waiting for the headmaster to say something, anything. He was getting an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Like something happened between passing out and waking up in the hospital wing. But he couldn't figure out what. He was also getting a little dizzy.

            Dumbledore, who had been watching Harry the whole time, could tell that he was pondering something. That's when he realized that Harry didn't remember anything after running into him. Deciding that he must remember on his own, Dumbledore only said,

            "Netugattuoeb snaeb yos"

            Harry looked at the professor with squinted eyes.

            "What did you just say?" he asked.

            "Hmm?" inquired Dumbledore.

            "What did you just say?" Harry asked again.

            "What are you talking about? I didn't say anything."

            "Yes you did! What did you say?!"

            "I didn't say anything! I don't know what you—what are you doing?!" shouted Dumbledore with a hint of fear in his voice. Harry had jumped up and now was standing atop the hospital bed in a Matrix-like pose.

            "Tell me what you said!!" Harry screamed.

            "Never!" shouted Dumbledore jumping up from his chair and pulling out a pair of nun chucks. Harry gasped and grabbed a ninja sword out of nowhere. Both glared at the other, daring them to move an inch. Harry did.

            Dun dun dun!

            Dumbledore launched at Harry, swinging his nun chucks wildly above his head. Harry did a flip over Dumbledore and landed behind him laughing.

            "Too slow old man!"

            "Oh yeah?! Watch this!" Dumbledore proceeded to swing the nun chucks all over the place, doing nifty tricks with them when all of sudden…BAM! Dumbledore was smacked right in the face with his own weapon.

            "OW! That HURT!" Harry started laughing uncontrollably. Dumbledore stood there with his lower lip sticking out, pouting while holding his nose.

            "It's not funny! Stop laughing!" Dumbledore whined.

            Tears were streaming down Harry's face. Gasping for breath, Harry was able to say, "That…was…so…FUNNY!" before he collapsed from another fit of giggles.   Dumbledore snapped his nun chucks threateningly. Harry stood so fast, his back broke. But he overlooked that small minor detail and advanced on the other man. He stopped when he saw the old man staring straight ahead muttering something. Dumbledore spoke louder and louder with each word.

            "Harry…Harry…wake up…Harry…"

            Harry sat up straight looking wildly around.

            "What? Huh? What happened?" He looked to his side and saw Dumbledore sitting there looking at him.

            "YOU!" Harry screamed.

            "Me?" Dumbledore asked.

            "Wanna fight? Huh huh? Yeah that's what I thought." Dumbledore looked at him in mild surprise.

            "Harry…?"

            "What?"

            "…are you all right?" Harry looked at the professor next to him. He didn't look like he had hit himself in the face. And Harry didn't feel like he had a broken back. Harry started searching the room with his eyes looking for the sword and nun chucks when Dumbledore spoke again.

            "You were having a dream. In the middle of what I was saying I noticed you had fallen asleep. What were you dreaming?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye.

            Harry had the feeling that Dumbledore already knew but told him that it was nothing. Dumbledore studied him for a minute then said,

            "Well, like I was saying, you were running around that corner fast and you ran right into me and were knocked out. So we…I mean, I brought you here to Madame Pomfrey and she took care of you."

            "How long ago did that happen?" Harry asked.

            "Oh, just this morning, don't worry, you haven't missed much."

            "Oh…ok." Harry looked around slightly confused. Too much was happening all at once. He needed to just sit and think everything out.

            "So…you may go down to lunch if you wish. I must go take care of a few things. Goodbye Harry." With that Dumbledore left. Harry finished getting his things and headed for the Great Hall.

            Lunch was quite uneventful. Harry was now sitting in the common room thinking about everything that had happened in the past few days while Ron and Hermione played wizard's chess.

            Fred, George and Lee walked over to them and stepped on the two's game.

            "Hey!" shouted Ron.

            "Oh be quiet Ron," Fred remarked.

            "We want to show you guys something," said George.

            "What?" Harry asked.
            "Glad you asked!" Fred said. With this, Fred took a pair of what looked like bunny ears out and put them on his head. Then he put a rabbit nose with whiskers on. At the same time George was putting a duck bill and duck feet on while Lee put on a hunter's hat and some boots. Lee cleared his throat and said in the voice of Elmer Fudd,

            "Shh…now be very, very quiet. I'm hunting rabbit right now, ha ha ha ha, yeah."

            "Oh brother, right." George said while rolling his eyes. Then he began to rap in a voice just like Daffy, "Clap your hands to the beat, everybody just clap your hands to the beat. Alright fuzz face; let's see what you're made of."

            Fred stepped up, cleared his throat and began to rap like Bugs.

            "Who got Bugs Bunny money? I give you some time, to get more carrots every time I rhyme. Can a mouse write this? Does he have long furry ears like this? Can he make hits like this? No, it's like Jordan at the plate, you're likely to miss!"

            All three began moving around in a circle while Lee/Elmer laughed, pretending to be hunting rabbit and George glared at Bugs/Fred in true Daffy fashion.

            "Who says the bunny can't rhyme, you're buggin'. If Bugs don't make you hop, you're buggin'. Think this Space Jam gonna stop? You're buggin'. Yeah, we only buggin'," all three rapped.

            "Peace to Lola, Daphne, Elmer Fudd, the Road Runner, drop a dust storm. Peace to Wiley Coyote, and Fog Leg Horn. Sylvester, Tweety, the rest of the gang, on three the Toon Squad got the best game. And after it's over we'll need a plan. What type of Mickey Mouse organization goes to Disneyland? Bugs for president, when I got your vote, time to keep partying. That's all folks!" Fred rapped complete with hand movements.

            The music played for a few more beats and then Lee and Fred posed, signaling the end of the song but George continued on,

            "That's enough of that, come down selector, rewind. I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won…Wait a minute, we're stoppin'. What is this? …Oh, so that's what's goin' on here. Let's all diss the duck." George looked put out that the song was over but posed none the less. All three waited for the applause.

            Throughout the song the rest of the common room had stopped what they were doing and watched. Now everyone was standing in silence not sure what to think of it. Then a little clap was heard. Then another and soon the whole common room was clapping and hooting. Fred, George, and Lee looked pleased with themselves.

            "How in the world did you come up with that? And why?" Harry asked laughing. His spirits seemed to lift and he found that he didn't care what was happening out in the world.

            "Oh, we don't know. Just something that…popped into our heads," George answered with a sly smile.

            The rest of the night was spent laughing at the twins and Lee's performance. As midnight rolled around, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the only ones left in the common room.

            Harry had been staring into the fire for a long time and was shaken out of his thoughts of earlier today when Hermione asked him something.

            "Huh? Sorry, I wasn't listening," Harry said.

            "I asked you what was wrong. You're really quiet," Hermione repeated. Harry looked up at her. He didn't know if he should tell them or not. But the small voice in his head telling him that they would think him a freak or something was screaming. So deciding against telling them he just shook his head, forced a smile and said it was all the homework. Hermione looked at him as if she didn't believe him but let it go.

            Five minutes later Harry announced that he was going to bed. He asked if Ron was coming but he said that he was going to stay with Hermione for a little bit longer. Harry looked at the two of them noticing Ron's ears getting red and then headed off for the dormitories.

            Once he reached his bed he undressed and threw on some pajamas. He wasn't really tired but he knew he needed some sleep. He was getting very little lately. He lay down and was slowly drifting off to sleep when he remembered drinking hot chocolate today. Before he could think about it more he was walking down the dark corridor.

            Harry awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. He must have had an easy sleep he thought. No dreams about Dumbledore last night, thought Harry with a small smile on his face. Maybe he wasn't going insane.

            He dressed quickly and went down to the common room to find Ron and Hermione and head off to breakfast. When he reached the room he found that they weren't there. Assuring himself that they must already be down at breakfast, he took off for the Great Hall.

            He was about there when he turned a corner and almost ran into Professor Dumbledore again.

            "Professor!" Harry said in surprise.

            "Ah, Harry. Off to breakfast?"

            "Um…yeah. Are you going?"

            "Oh no, I must go take care of something," Dumbledore answered. Harry looked at the headmaster but he wouldn't meet his eye. A few minutes passed and Dumbledore cleared his throat.

            "Well, I must be off." He started to walk away when Harry exclaimed,

            "Wait! Can I talk to you?" Dumbledore stopped but didn't turn around. He stood for a few minutes and then slowly, as if it were painful, turned to face Harry.

            "Not right now Harry. It was bad enough that we spent some…I mean," Dumbledore shot a nervous glance at Harry "I mean it was too much time just there in the infirmary." Harry's face fell. He knew Dumbledore was going to say something else and he was disappointed that he wouldn't talk to him or even look at him.

            Dumbledore stood for a few minutes before saying a brusque goodbye and strode off. Harry stood for a few minutes before he himself started towards breakfast with an aching heart that he couldn't quite explain.

            Reaching the Great Hall, Harry wasn't feeling so well and wanted to be alone. He turned and went out the front doors onto the grounds.

            He needed some air. 

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Well there ya go. Chapter three. Aren't you just SO excited?! I'm sure you are. :-D

So please review! Thanks!

(School, I hates it.)