As soon as they reached the bathroom, a very small person emerged from the 'wizard room'.He looked, somewhat better than Fritz. He had longish dirty blonde hair, freckles, and just by the look of him he seemed fun. And his name was, Jason the Protector.
weeeee ok, that up at the top of the page was an intro, so like don't picure this little grim reaper dude with freckles coming out of the John. Please, don't. picture.. An amazing looking guy with freckles coming out of the John. Ok. back to the story.

"Hello?" Jason asked, in a honeyed southern voice. (America Southern) "Y'all here to dance like the rest of those bimbos?"

"Um.. No. Who are you?" Hermione said as she stepped forward, clearly mesmorized by those freckles. (yes, i myself adore freckles. I don't even know why...)

"I am Jason the Protector. Yada, yada, yada. So, if your not here to dance, why are you here"
Jason tried to put on a puzzled look, but i made him up, and he is too cute to look puzzeled.
Sorry, Jase!

"We are here to set things strait with Mr.C. By the way, why do you call yourself 'protector ?" asked Harry.
"I protect the bathrooms. Sad job, init?" "I see nothing wrong with it!" Hermione said.
"If he looked like an idiot to you, you wouldn't think so..." mused Ron. Hermione kicked him.
"Why do you protect the bathrooms? Kind of strange, or, yeah, sad." asked Harry.
"Well, if, say, Dumbledore's daughter, Ellianna, wanted to go to the Little Girl's room,
I stand watch. I swear that little weirdo is soooo annoying"
"Dumbledore has a daughter? wow..." Hermione said, "How old is she"
"Dunno. Dumbledore just pretends he's old though. Anyway, right now I am garding the John for a Mr. C. He, for some odd reason I do not know, calls himself a hero"
"We really need to talk to him, Jason!" Hermione grabbed his arm, "Please"
"I'm sorry," Jason said very softly, like he was very far away. I mean, if you live in California, and he called from Tahiti, it's like, talk louder! "Please?" Hermione asked again, "We kindof depend on it"
"Yeah," Ron jumped in, "Cuz that guy in there, he is like lying to newspapers. He said Harry was leading a cult, and that he was gonna make students do this!"

"A cult?" Jason squinted his eyes at Harry. But not for too long, just for, like half a second.
"What kind of cult?"

"I dunno." Harry replied.

"Well your the one leading it!" Jason pushed on.

"The thing is, is I am NOT leading a cult."

"But Mr.C said so."

"Mr.C is a Dr. Phil fan."

"Oh. Well, why didn't you say so! Go right on in."

Harry held back while the others went in, "Um, Jason? Did you see Oprah anywhere out here?"

"Nope. Sorry, man. Let's just hope she isn't in a man suit." Jason shuddered.

"Yeah.. Mental image of that, God, I don't even want to know."

So, when Harry got in the bathroom, the first thing he saw, was... dun dun dun dun... wait for it... wait for it...

A KOMODO DRAGoN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes. a konodo dragon. And, no they are not mythical animals. They are just rather large lizards.
He was extremely large for his species, and had a rather strange glint in his eye. But, Harry was wondering probably the same thing you are, 'What does a Komodo dragon have to do with a boys bathroom?' Well, he had nothing to do with it, he was just there. So, anyway,

"Ron," Harry said as he stepped over the lizard, "do you see any cameras?"

"Yeah. But it's in a rather awkward position."

"Where? On the wall, over by the stall, on the corner, all!"

"And how could that possibly be awkward?"

"Well, it's there isn't it?"

So, they went over to take a look. But, obviously, Mr.C had to be in the room. So...

"WHAT ARE YOU CHILDREN DOING HERE?" asked Mr. Corincci-Flincci.

"Stopping you." said Harry, rather bravely. (I guess all of those life/death situations he was put in before had kind of made him sound scary.)

"Yeah, right."