The Real Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own none of this.
The point of this is purely to have fun with the Harry Potter series. I love Harry Potter so this isn't making fun of it, just having fun. I expect no one else has written a story quite like this one. : ) By the way, this was co-wrote with my friend under the name Pendurr. Check out his stuff sometime.
Chapter 1: Flowing Red Locks
Harry zoomed across the Quidditch pitch, chasing after the golden snitch, with Draco on his heals. Draco tried to use his special powers to blind Harry with his freshly buffed bald spot. Now he usually hid this from the public by slicking his hair back, but he took it out on these special occasions.
As Harry was momentarily blinded, he lost track of the snitch. He quickly opened his eyes to find Ron saving a potential goal from the other team with the sun setting right behind him, casting a background of pinks and light blues.
'What is this that beseeches my eyes? It is none other than the beautiful boy with the flowing, red locks and chiseled facial features. I feel as though it was but yesterday that we shared that special moment of love. Romeo, Romeo, Where art thou Romeo?…my Romeo…' Harry silently thinks lovingly about his fire-headed friend.
Harry suddenly found himself floating toward Ron with his arms outstretched. Something collided with his hand and he grasped it. Noticing it was a golden colored ball, he held it up in victory.
"Hey Harry!" Ron yelled across the pitch.
"Yeah, Ron?" Harry replied, excited.
"Threesome later?"
Every head in the crowd and involved in the game quickly snapped to face Ron, who looked like nothing was wrong. After a few moments of awkward silence, one young boy in the crowd slowly raised his hand…
Dumbledore stood up and shouted loudly, "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"
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You like it so far? This is purely for humor.
-Kuls
