I own nothing by J.K.R.! But I love making little jokes Hope you like this one!

"HARRY! HEY HARRY! Kamotri ran up to Harry, waving a book in his face.

"Wha-what's that?" He asked slowly. They were standing on one of the upper balconies in Griffindor tower.

"It's your book!"

"My book?"

"Yeah, you know, your whole life story and everything! There are six books so far and they are still making more!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Your books! They tell whoever reads them EVERYTHING!"

"What do you mean 'everything'?"

"I mean, all about your life and your friends, and all your secrets and thoughts and who you like and what happened in between you and Cho Chang in your fifth year and EVERYTHING ELSE! Isn't that great!" Kamotri couldn't stop jumping up and down, hugging to book to herself.

Harry turned bright red.

"What's wrong?"

Harry grabbed the book and threw it off the side of the tower.

"It's not going to do you any good. They produce millions of these books every day and ship them all over the world for everyone to read."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"