Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter. Just the sick shit we put these characters through are our own creations. (Where did our parents go wrong?)
If we offend anyone, just let it be heard...we dont give a bloody damn. This is humor, it is not meant for the faint at heart. This is all in good fun. We are both huge fans of Harry Potter.
The inspiration came about for this story from a "natural" high and after reading some stories in this fandom, we felt compelled to bring our own sense and flair on this world.
Warning: There's curses (not the magical kind), drug usage, sex, TWINCEST, and rock and roll. It just fit, alright?
Dedication: To Stefanopolis for laughing at our stupidity, to Goober (a co-writer on this wonderful piece of art) for being so kick ass, and to me (Oober Goober) because I'm just that damn good. And to Danielle for our inspiration for the phrases of Harry and Ron taking a magical journey through Hogwarts.
P.S. - Read in a british accent, it's more fun that way. (Especially if you have a really sucky one!)
On with the show....*curtains rise* (applaud here)
Chapter 1: Yo, Man!
It was a clear, dark, night out. The stars were shining magnificantly above the Hogwart's Lake. The time was well past curfew, as no one was outside but two boys underneath a tree by the lake. These two upstanding young gentleman were none other than Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly. The duo were reclined against the tree, with the invisibility cloak by their side.
"Yo, man! This is some good shit." Ron spoke hazily as he took another puff of the rolled up parchment paper in his hand.
"Hand it over!" Harry demanded. Ron passed the blunt over to his friend. Harry takes a long drag, holds it in for a few seconds, then coughs it out.
"Man, that was weak!" He chastised. Ron proceeded to laugh hysterically at Harry. He gets offended and punches his red-haired friend in the arm. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"Sod off, you wanker! If you're so good, take another drag and hold it in longer!" He proposes. Ron snatches the half-burnt blunt away from Harry happily. He takes an extremely long drag and passes out. "Yo, man! Ron? What the fuck, dude! You okay?" Harry searches around for a stick and when he happens upon his wand in a pocket, he takes it out and starts poking his unconcious friend in the ass. Harry, at the moment not entirely sober, realizes the hilarity of the situation and starts cracking up. With each jab he notices his friend's ass jiggling underneath his robe, and can barely hold his bladder. "It looks like jell-o!" He proclaims.
Ron starts to come-to and switches from his postion of being spread-eagled face down on the ground to indian-style back against the tree. "Yo, man! That was one wicked trip! I felt like I was flying, but I didn't need a broom!"
Harry, remembering his comment about Ron's jell-o like ass starts to get hungry. "Yo, man! I think I got the munchies. Let's go get some grub."
"Dude, I know where can get some food!" He pauses, looks around, and lowers his voice to a whisper. "There's a castle behind us!" Harry looks at his friend bewildered.
"What the fuck, Ron? How much was in that shit?" He asks increduously.
"Don't ask me, you got it! Hey, where'd you get that stuff anyway?"
"At Homestead at the Hogshead. Some guy in a black cloak came up to me and told me I had to try it. He said it would be the high of a lifetime."
"Sweet, yo! You gotta get some more of it!"
"Relax, I got enough for ten one-gallon bags."
An amazed look washes across Ron's face. "Woah." They both grin idiotically at each other. "Let's go get some food." He decides. Harry nods and grabs around for the invisibilty cloak on the ground.
"How are we supposed to find it if it's fucking invisible?" He inquires.
"You ass-hole!" Ron screams, "It's right there!"
"Not so loud!" He scolds. "You're gonna wake up the whole castle!"
"What are you my mother?"
"Shut up, MOM!" Ron jests. Harry wraps the cloak around himself and his companion as they start back toward the castle as the glorious sun began to rise over the beautiful grounds at Hogwarts. The sunrise transforms everything into a gracious, elegant sea of a pale yellow and pink. They both knew they would be royally screwed the next day as they'd blown off their potions homework to blaze up. They had to find Hermoine during breakfast and copy the assignment from her, if they wanted to experience another high like they just did.
As they get closer to the castle, Harry turns to Ron and asks, "Shh, do you hear that music?"
It was Ron's turn to look bewildered now. "Huh?"
"Can't you hear it?" Ron shakes his head.
"Do you think it can be a singing basalisk, like from the second year?" He asks.
"No, dude. It's happy." He starts to sing a farmilar tune. "Hello, world, there's a song that we're singing! Come on, get happy!" Harry continues to butcher the Partirdge family classic as they saunter up the path to the school.
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A/N: The lyrics from the end of this chapter are from the Partridge family song. We don't own that, either. If any hardcore Partridge family fans were offended...we still don't give a damn.
If we offend anyone, just let it be heard...we dont give a bloody damn. This is humor, it is not meant for the faint at heart. This is all in good fun. We are both huge fans of Harry Potter.
The inspiration came about for this story from a "natural" high and after reading some stories in this fandom, we felt compelled to bring our own sense and flair on this world.
Warning: There's curses (not the magical kind), drug usage, sex, TWINCEST, and rock and roll. It just fit, alright?
Dedication: To Stefanopolis for laughing at our stupidity, to Goober (a co-writer on this wonderful piece of art) for being so kick ass, and to me (Oober Goober) because I'm just that damn good. And to Danielle for our inspiration for the phrases of Harry and Ron taking a magical journey through Hogwarts.
P.S. - Read in a british accent, it's more fun that way. (Especially if you have a really sucky one!)
On with the show....*curtains rise* (applaud here)
Chapter 1: Yo, Man!
It was a clear, dark, night out. The stars were shining magnificantly above the Hogwart's Lake. The time was well past curfew, as no one was outside but two boys underneath a tree by the lake. These two upstanding young gentleman were none other than Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly. The duo were reclined against the tree, with the invisibility cloak by their side.
"Yo, man! This is some good shit." Ron spoke hazily as he took another puff of the rolled up parchment paper in his hand.
"Hand it over!" Harry demanded. Ron passed the blunt over to his friend. Harry takes a long drag, holds it in for a few seconds, then coughs it out.
"Man, that was weak!" He chastised. Ron proceeded to laugh hysterically at Harry. He gets offended and punches his red-haired friend in the arm. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"Sod off, you wanker! If you're so good, take another drag and hold it in longer!" He proposes. Ron snatches the half-burnt blunt away from Harry happily. He takes an extremely long drag and passes out. "Yo, man! Ron? What the fuck, dude! You okay?" Harry searches around for a stick and when he happens upon his wand in a pocket, he takes it out and starts poking his unconcious friend in the ass. Harry, at the moment not entirely sober, realizes the hilarity of the situation and starts cracking up. With each jab he notices his friend's ass jiggling underneath his robe, and can barely hold his bladder. "It looks like jell-o!" He proclaims.
Ron starts to come-to and switches from his postion of being spread-eagled face down on the ground to indian-style back against the tree. "Yo, man! That was one wicked trip! I felt like I was flying, but I didn't need a broom!"
Harry, remembering his comment about Ron's jell-o like ass starts to get hungry. "Yo, man! I think I got the munchies. Let's go get some grub."
"Dude, I know where can get some food!" He pauses, looks around, and lowers his voice to a whisper. "There's a castle behind us!" Harry looks at his friend bewildered.
"What the fuck, Ron? How much was in that shit?" He asks increduously.
"Don't ask me, you got it! Hey, where'd you get that stuff anyway?"
"At Homestead at the Hogshead. Some guy in a black cloak came up to me and told me I had to try it. He said it would be the high of a lifetime."
"Sweet, yo! You gotta get some more of it!"
"Relax, I got enough for ten one-gallon bags."
An amazed look washes across Ron's face. "Woah." They both grin idiotically at each other. "Let's go get some food." He decides. Harry nods and grabs around for the invisibilty cloak on the ground.
"How are we supposed to find it if it's fucking invisible?" He inquires.
"You ass-hole!" Ron screams, "It's right there!"
"Not so loud!" He scolds. "You're gonna wake up the whole castle!"
"What are you my mother?"
"Shut up, MOM!" Ron jests. Harry wraps the cloak around himself and his companion as they start back toward the castle as the glorious sun began to rise over the beautiful grounds at Hogwarts. The sunrise transforms everything into a gracious, elegant sea of a pale yellow and pink. They both knew they would be royally screwed the next day as they'd blown off their potions homework to blaze up. They had to find Hermoine during breakfast and copy the assignment from her, if they wanted to experience another high like they just did.
As they get closer to the castle, Harry turns to Ron and asks, "Shh, do you hear that music?"
It was Ron's turn to look bewildered now. "Huh?"
"Can't you hear it?" Ron shakes his head.
"Do you think it can be a singing basalisk, like from the second year?" He asks.
"No, dude. It's happy." He starts to sing a farmilar tune. "Hello, world, there's a song that we're singing! Come on, get happy!" Harry continues to butcher the Partirdge family classic as they saunter up the path to the school.
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A/N: The lyrics from the end of this chapter are from the Partridge family song. We don't own that, either. If any hardcore Partridge family fans were offended...we still don't give a damn.