Harry Skips Charms
Ugh. Harry thought to himself. I'm so tired... I really don't want to go to class right now.
It was just after lunchtime and Harry was walking down the charms corridor on the way to class. Flitwick won't mind if I skive off will he? he wondered. Maybe I should use a nosebleed nougat... Yeah that will do it.
He entered the classroom just after eating his nougat and walked up to Professor Flitwick with blood all over his hands.
"Professor my nose is bleeding... a lot," Harry said.
"Oh dear my boy, you had better go to the hospital wing," Flitwick replied. "Yes, go down their now before you grow faint."
"Yes sir."
Harry headed toward the door and watched as Hermione gave him a look of terrible incrimination, yet Harry walked on unwilling to deal with anything more today. He walked out the door and headed toward Gryffindor tower as he ate the other half of his nougat fixing his nose immediately.
He reached his dormitory in no time flat and laid down in his four poster wondering what to do next.
"What now?" he muttered to himself. "I can't really go out and do anything... I could get caught sneaking out... hmm..."
He sat for several more minutes before he got a brilliant idea.
"I've got it!" he cried. "I'll just get my broom and fly someplace interesting!"
Off he went running down to the broom closet, not bothering to keep his feet from showing under the invisibility cloak. Once he got there he hopped on his broom and flew towards Hogsmeade, looking for something to do.
Suddenly while he was flying, he left as though he was apparating, though instead of being pushed through a tube, he was being pulled.
He appeared and a large tower where two wizards were in deep combat, each thrusting their staves at one another causing a whirlwind of flying hair and bodies.
"What's with the oversized wands?" Harry asked them, as they both looked over in utter shock.
"Wands? No, never wands, wands are the creation of magicians, a staff is the mark of a wizard, not a fake," answered a tall man with white hair, he carried a staff cast in iron, heavy and gray with a white misted bulb built into the top.
"Really? You think? How about this bitch? Avada Kadizzle!" Harry screamed. The old man dropped near dead, and morphed into a monkey which walked away in search of bananas.
"Thanks nigz, where did you learn that shizzle?" the old gray man with the brown wooden staff asked.
"You know, just pick it up at school. By they way... who the hell are you?"
"I am Gandalf the Grey, that was... er... is... erm... what did you do to him anyway? Eh... it doesn't matter, it was Saruman the White."
"Oh... erm... yeah this is really screwdizzled up. So I guess I'll see you."
Harry apparated as close to Hogwarts as he could, but instead of finding Hogwarts, he found himself near a place that seemed to be called 'Bag End'.
"Um... this isn't right. The coordinates should have put me in Hogsmeade. This is not right."
Right then Harry felt the same pull as he did a few short minutes before and he found himself back in his dormitory.
"Well that was odd," he said as he tried to gain back his bearings, though once he finally did, he realized he wasn't in his own dormitory, but in the girl's dormitory, and in Ginny's bed.
On top of him was Hagrid with a saucy grin on his face ready to pounce on Harry for a good time.
Harry had only six last words before his demise.
"I am never skipping Charms again."