"Harry! Get up mate! You're gonna miss breakfast!" Ron Weasley pulled open the curtains surrounding his best friend's bed. "Urgh."
Harry Potter was smirking blankly up at his canopy, his eyes wild and his grin feral.
"Uh….. mate, you alright?" Ron nudged him with the back of his hand. "Mate?"
Slowly, Harry turned his head to grin at the red headed boy. "Morning Ron, want some sugar?" he held up a handful of sugar packets and his insane grin grew even bigger.
Ron took a wary step back from his friend. "Where'd you get those?"
Harry started giggling. "From the kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitcheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!" he cried.
Ron turned around and marched out the door of the dormitory, slamming it shut and locking it with key and spell.
When people asked where Harry was throughout the day, he adamantly answered that he knew no 'Harry'.