(Just a small Harry Potter one thrown in for a laugh.)

Harry Potter grows up. Puberty? Guess again.

There's a time when every boy wakes up to find they're not a child anymore. Today was Harry Potter's turn.

Half-asleep, he reached up to find something prickly on his face.

Confused and tired, Harry fumbled around for a mirror. He opened his eyes, gazed into his pale reflection and saw –

SMASH.

The mirror slipped between his fingers, frozen in shock.

Something terrible had happened. Something unspeakable.

He knew he should never have taken the Elvis Presley potion. These sideburns would take forever to get off.

"Harry?" said Ron, groggily. "You look, err… dashing…"

"Thank you very much," mumbled Harry.

A.N. Someone out there will get it :P

100 words. Like it or hate it so far, I'd love to hear from you. Click the shiny review button. Go on, I dare you. :P

Little-Miss-Vamprechaun