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Sorry this chappie took so long, and that it is also extremely short! Thanks for all the reviews!

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Chapter Two: 'Harry's Day…'

Lord Voldemort shifted uncomfortably in his tiny cauldron and gazed into his crystal ball. He stroked it, whispered soothing words, bashed it a few times, and on it appeared the famous Harry Potter skipping happily across a bright green, freshly-trimmed lawn.

Lord Voldemort leaned closer, squinting, and noticing Harry wearing a pair of pink-shaded glasses, clapped his hands together and laughed.

"Hahahaha! He has fallen for my ingenious trap!" yelled Voldemort in triumph, cradling Harry's real glasses in his clawed fingers, "Now I must wait, for it will soon take effect…"

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"So 'ow yer holidays b'in, 'Arry?"

Harry sat in Hagrid's crammed little hut, sipping tea.

"Oh, quite fine, Hagrid, quite fine…" replied Harry politely. "Ah Hagrid," he sighed, "have you noticed how few girls in this school would actually be worth marrying?"

"Aye, 'Arry… there's a small number, alrigh'," said Hagrid thoughtfully, "Ah, but what abou' tha' Weasley girl? Ginny?"

Harry shook his head, "Nay, I broke up with her months ago… much too cliché. And she was so unattractive as well. And I unfortunately discovered one afternoon that her love stays in the cauldron with Slughorn…"

Hagrid blinked.

"Uhmmm… well, 'Arry, the righ' girl'll come along som'time…," Hagrid said wearily, "By th' way, are those new glasses, 'Arry? Look a bi' weird…"

Harry took off his glasses, and squinted through the lenses.

"Yes, I see what you mean, Hagrid, dear friend; these glasses are pink!" Harry tutted, "And, furthermore, are much too circular! These will never do! I must get some new ones, mustn't I?"

"Yea', 'Arry, good idea, they aren' all tha' flatterin' on ya eitha', 'Arry. Best get som' new ones."

"Yes, Hagrid. Dear dear, these glasses are as pink as Ginny's ugly face! Which I actually kissed!"

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After his eventful journey to Hagrid's place, Harry wandered about the grounds, feeling that as he was popular and the top of the school, he could get away with being outdoors after hours.

A weird misty figure floated off away in the gardens, and, moving closer, Harry saw it was the ghost of his dead father. Dumbledore was picking flowers, humming a Beatles song quietly to himself.

"Ah, Harry…" spoke Dumbledore as Harry walked up to him, "What are you doing out this late at night? You know it's dangerous… especially for a man of your… high status."

Harry patted his father awkwardly. "Oh, don't worry, daddy, I'll be just fine, so why don't you just go back to your plans to drug all the students so I can win the Quidditch Cup again, okay?"

"Right you are, my son. I mustn't be getting distracted!" laughed Dumbledore and flew off up to the Owlery to check if his owl, Doodles, had delivered the drugs yet.


Hmm. Crazy chapter.

Yes it was! I hope you liked it!

>shakes head> Ah well. The next one is where it really starts getting interesting! DUN DUN DAAAA! Will Hermione confront Harry again?

Will Dumbledore's drugs arrive?

Will there be a MOOSE? In truth, I do not have the slightest clue. Please review!

CYA!

- Gord and DP-lover -