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Chapter 16: Harry's Misfortunes

(A/N: Happy Birthday, Myrtle)

DAY 28

The second to last day of the Muggle course was the worst for Harry. Harry did a good deal of screaming that day. It began in the morning. He had to use the toilet, but Snape, who did not know how to properly dispose of tissues and cotton balls, had clogged the toilet over the past weeks. In Hogwarts, the magic toilets could take almost anything, but Muggle toilets in Privet Drive definitely could not. So when Harry had finished doing his business and flushed the toilet, it gurgled—and let forth a flood of water.

"ARGH!"

Ron heard his friend scream and ran to the bathroom. "What's up, mate?"

Harry emerged, limping out of the bathroom, covered in nasty water and wearing a frown.

Ron tried hard not to laugh.

Harry's broken leg was not helpful when he was trying to get down the stairs with his crutches. Luckily, he did not fall down the stairs at all that day. He was knocked over and pinned against the wall when Professor Trelawney, under the serious influence of cooking sherry, fell on top of him in a drunken stupor. Harry had some major difficulties extricating himself, and had it not been for Ginny, who saw his trouble, he'd have never gotten out.

Ginny didn't even try to hide her laughter.

Later on, when it was time for lunch, Harry decided to make a sandwich. But in his haste, he didn't grab mayonnaise, and added liberal amounts of hot sauce to his bread.

"AAAAAAHHH!"

Harry rushed to the icebox and began stuffing ice into his mouth. Draco had heard his yell and came to the kitchen to investigate. "What's wrong, Harry?"

"Izwallowhazzasjuznow."

"Huh?"

Harry went over to the sink, spit out his ice, and said, "I swallowed hot sauce just now." He walked back to the icebox and stuffed a couple of ice cubes into his mouth.

Draco shook his head and laughed all the way back to his room.

"Ahhh, thasbe'er," Harry said to himself, the ice cube still in his mouth. He spit them out and decided to skip lunch.

He limped into the family room and crashed into a sofa. "Damn chair," he muttered.

And that wasn't all.

Draco had gone out for a bit to get some water from the nearby convenience store, as they had run out. When he opened the door to reenter the house, a pigeon flew in with him!

The bird was a little strange, and seemed to think that Harry had done it some sort of wrong. It flew out at Harry—and proceeded to peck him as hard as possible.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" Harry started limping, as fast as possible, and screaming, the bird in fast pursuit. Draco was running after the bird, trying to catch it. It was an entertaining sight, Harry limping away, the bird flying quickly after him, and Draco running after both of them. Harry moved surprisingly fast for someone who had a broken leg and fractured wrist. Draco was having a hard time catching the bird and controlling his laughter—badly.

"Try to stay in one place, Harry! I can't catch it with you moving around like that!"

Harry was completely exasperated. "And get pecked to death?"

"Just try to stay still."

"NO WAY!"

The bird dived at Harry and pecked him on the wrist, exactly where it had fractured. "AAAAAAHHH! DDDRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCOOOOOOOOOO!"

But Draco was nowhere to be seen. He'd run off, looking for some sort of net. When he came back with one of Trelawney's gauzy shawls. Harry was yelling and limping around the room as fast as humanly possible. Draco urged him to act as some sort of bait for the bird to lead it to the "net".

"Okay, Harry, a little more to the right…no, just kidding, left. Stop there… come closer…"

"DRACO!"

"Well we want it out, don't we? Wait! Stay there…RUN!"

"I CAN"T!"

"True, wait…wait…" The bird was coming closer to Draco.

Draco pounced on it, unfortunately landing on Harry. "Got you!"

He carried the shawl with the struggling bird inside it and threw it out the door. Harry was sprawled on the floor. "Next time, I'd prefer it if you did not let flying animals into the house, when you come inside. I am so glad we're going back in a couple days."

Draco laughed.

A/N: Last chapter is coming up next. I am doing a sequel, because I have an idea that isn't too bad, I think.