PART TWO

Harry Potter was a stupid boy. He also had boogers stuck all in his hair where everyone had flicked them at him when he walked past. Harry had no idea EVERYONE did this, he just wondered why he had boogers in his hair when he went to shower at the end of the day. But on to more important things: Harry had a gut feeling something was wrong. So, naturally, he went up to Professor Dumbledore's office to annoy him.

Harry stopped in front of the stone gargoyle. "What was the password again...?" Harry wondered briefly before remembering. Harry cleared his throat and then shouted, "BUTTCRACK!"

"MR POTTER!" Professor McGonagall walked up to him, appalled. "You are so stupid! I'm giving you a detention for being so dumb, you big crack head!" McGonagall laughed maniacally.

"But professor-"

"Shut up, butt breath!" McGonagall laughed again and ran away.

Harry walked up to Dumbledore's office as if nothing had happened. He knocked on the door.

"Oh crap what NOW!"

Harry strolled in happily.

"Oh Geese, it's you." Dumbledore did not seem to want him there at all, but Harry, being so dumb sat down and poured himself some of Dumbledore's water and helped himself to Dumbledore's cookies.

"Professor," Harry said, when his mouth was completely full of cookie, causing him to spit all over Dumbledore. Harry sat smiling and eating, his mouth too full for him to even possibly be able to taste the cookie. Crumbs were going everywhere; down his front, on the floor, everywhere.

When he finally ate the whole tin, he drank the whole jug of water, but for some strange reason we will never understand, he filled his mouth with some, lifted his head up and spit it EVERYWHERE.

Dumbledore stared at Harry with a blank expression on his face. Dumbledore stared at Harry. Harry stared at Dumbledore. After about ten minutes of staring, Dumbledore gritted his teeth and spoke up.

"There was something you wished to tell me, Harry?"

Harry stared at him for a moment, a confused expression on his face. "Oh yes, yes, I have a bad feeling that something terrible is about to happen...I've been having these dreams about the...the...killer chipmunks." Harry finished in a whisper and shuddered before continuing. "They're planning something terrible on the wizarding world...and everywhere else...and when I wake up, my scar is hurting." Harry finished in a dramatic whisper.

"Oh Harry! This really means something!" Dumbledore gasped. "We need to alert the ministry at once!"

"Really?" Harry sat up straighter.

"No."

"Oh..."

"You are so stupid, get out of my office!"

Dumbledore pulled out a machine gun and started firing at Harry.

A/N: Lol, how dumb...oh well, it took a while for me to get this out, but it's FINALLY here so review! And flames are welcome, but if you're going to criticize the story, don't criticize me. I write these stories for fun, and it makes me happy to write them. I know that they're stupid, but they're meant to be.

But for the people who like the story and would like for me to update, please review, it's always appreciated.

-C&D