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Chapter Two

As Harry and Fred Marsel Monkey danced around each other, Harry tore a blade of grass from the ground, wielding it as a sword. He was going to win!

Fred Marsel Monkey noticed Harry's weapon, and deciding that he wasn't going to be shown down, plucked a leaf from a near by tree, wielding it much the same as Harry.

All of a sudden, just before he was about to attack, Harry decided he wanted to go to Paris. With the decision made, he quickly flung the blade of glass at the monkey, and was going to apparate, when he noticed that the man-eating monkey had tripped over the blade of grass, and Harry's hair had been thrown a mile away.

Fred Marsel Monkey and Harry just looked at each other, before they took off running to fetch Harry's hair. Harry was in the lead, he was going to get his hair, somehow get it back on his and go to Paris!

Harry ran as fast as he could, but the man eating monkey was fast, and he was gaining on him. Harry suddenly sprinted as fast as he could so he wouldn't get squished under the monkey's stinky feet. They smelled as bad as Mr. Filch (better known as Mr. Filth)!

Harry could see his hair in front of him! He started diving for his hair, and he felt a familiar mangled messy mob and rejoiced!

Shouting at the monkey, he said, "I WIN! YOU LOSE! PARTY! GO ME! GO ME! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" And Harry started to do the disco, waving his ebony locks like a pom-pom, all the time thinking how wonderful a cheerleader he would make.

Fred Marsel Monkey was so sad…he had LOST! Sitting down, causing a small crater hole to form, and bawled his head off.

Harry stopped doing the disco, starting to feel regretful for the poor monkey. Finally, deciding he could use help, Harry offered, "You could help me get my hair to stick back on my head."

Fred Marsel Monkey brightened immediately and gushed, "I know just the thing!" He then proceeded to drag Harry towards a sap-dripping tree. Grabbing a handful of the sticky sap, he put random globs of it all over Harry's head. After completing that to his satisfaction, Fred Marsel Monkey grabbed Harry's hunk of hair and sloppily slapped it onto his head. It was lopsided.

Harry moved.

His hair fell off.

Like the monkey had only minutes before, Harry sat down on the ground and started to bawl his head off, except he didn't make a big pit.

Fred Marsel Monkey, worried for Harry's sanity, rushed to the nearest Staples. He burst through the door, causing everyone within a yard of his feet to faint because of the horrible smell. Ignoring them, he got a bottle of Elmer's Glue, and went back out without paying. No one challenged him, though, because of his feet.

Hurrying back, he found Harry in the same place as he left him. He squirted the glue on to Harry's head as if he was icing a cake, then he proceeded to put the hair on Harry's head.

Harry shakily got up and his hair…

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