Just a little Harry Potter one-shot…don't worry, I haven't given up on my PoTC fic. I'm just trying to get better grades this term, so school gets more focus than fanfiction right now.

Important A/N: Um. I didn't mean to delete this story. I actually did it on accident. Apologies to the people who faved it, and to those who reviewed. You guys rock.

Bad News First

Harry Potter groaned, and pulled the blankets further up over his head. For Merlin's sake, he just wanted to sleep…

"Up, Mr. Potter! Albus wants you in his office immediately!"

Harry mumbled something along the lines of, "mmdvfvoldermortzzwha?" McGonagall sighed.

"I hate to have to do this Mr. Potter, but…" she took out her wand, murmured a spell, and shot water all over Harry's head. He bolted up.

"GAH! Can't you people let me SLEEP!"

"Not today, Potter! Up, up, UP!"

"Alright alright…lemme get dressed first…." McGonagall nodded and left the room. Five minutes later, a very tired Harry Potter dragged himself out, and blinked at the room. He then followed McGonagall down the hallways leading to Dumbledore's office.

"Sherbet lemons," she said sharply to the Gargoyle, who looked as tired as Harry felt. He gave the thing a sympathetic glance.

When Harry's eyes finally found Dumbledore, they narrowed in an unhappy glare. Dumbledore merely smiled and greeted him warmly.

"Good morning, my dear boy! I hope you rested well!" Harry groaned inwardly, and hoped Dumbledore got Peeves as a permanent resident in his office for a few days. It would do the old man some good. Keep him on his toes.

"Now, I have two pieces of news that need to be discussed with you…one of which is good, and one of which is bad. Which would you like first?" Harry blinked again. News? He could barely process words….he didn't want to actually have to think about anything.

"Bad news first," he mumbled. Better to get it over with.

"Would you like to guess it? I'll give you three tries!" Harry's jaw dropped. Maybe the old coot had finally lost it…..

"Um….ok….bad news…um…Snape is my father?" Dumbledore chuckled.

"Goodness no." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Not that he had ever been concerned that it might be true. Not at all.

"Um….I'm really a Veela and Draco's my mate?" he suggested, visibly shuddering at the thought.

"Where in Merlin's name do you get such ideas? I must say, you have an excellent imagination. One more go!"

"Um…….you want me to go back in time and play nice with Riddle?" Dumbledore beamed.

"I knew you'd get it eventually!"

"GAH!" Harry exclaimed for the second time that morning. "The good news had better be very very good…what is it what is it?"

"Happy April Fool's Day, Harry!"

Harry's eyes bugged out. Scratch that about Dumbledore and Peeves. Who knew what kind of damage those two could spread after being in the same room for several days!