Time for an update I think. Also, only now did I realise that I can reply to the reviews I've gotten for this story. So, when I seemingly ignored your awesome replies, it was really because I'm a massive noob when it comes to this site. To compensate, I'll be replying to all reviews after I post this chapter :D. Also, please review and give me your feedback after reading this. It's really good for me to get a few words from you, whether it be compliments or criticism in what wasn't funny and what could be done better.

As a quick rehash from the last chapter, Harry was awaiting his fate from the cruel wench standing before him.

Hermione (Calling her boofy girl is a pain in the ass): For example...

Harry: Please have mercy! If you do, you can marry this kid later on! *pointing at Ron*

Hermione: Hmmm...You've got yourself a deal. Now instead of killing you, let me fix your glasses. Occulus Repairo.

A piece of parchment flies out of the nose strip (a google search tells me that the proper name is 'bridge') of the glasses.

Harry: Hey! I needed that paper hidden in my glasses! It had the spell I need to eventually kill Voldermort!

Ron cringes at hearing his name

Harry: Oh stop that. VOLDERMORT VOLDEMORT VOLDEMORT VOLDEMORT!

Ron passes out on the ground.

Harry: So as I was saying...wait...was that spell "Occulus Repairo"?

Hermione begins nodding ridiculously enthusiastically.

Harry: Thats just...there aren't even words to describe how...I mean, sure occulus with the whole Latin thing...but repairo? Really? I mean, I type in repairo and MS Word autocorrects it. That's how damn unoriginal it is! EVEN THE GODDAMN PAPERCLIP THINKS ITS STUPID!

Hermione: Just take off your glasses. It's better isn't it?

Harry: *removes glasses* Wait...so you just fixed my glasses even though there was nothing visibly wrong with them?

Hermione: Pretty much. Wait. HOLY CRICKETS! You're Harry Potter!

Harry: Holy...crickets? You damn serious? Have you no class? Taking the cricket's name in vain. HAVE YOU NO SHAME?

Hermione: No. None at all. I'm Hermione Granger, not that you asked or care. And...*looks at Ron on the ground* you are?

Ron: *gaining consciousness with a cake in his mouth* Rawn Weeshley

Hermione: Pleasure.

Author: Hey! I'm the only that's allowed to be sarcastic here! Don't do it again or there will be consequences!

Hermione: Mhmm. Yep. Of Course.

Author: That's it! *gets ready for a good old fashioned fist fight*

Hermione: No time for that. We'll be arriving soon. You should change into your robes.

Harry: But my robes are in my trunk which is stowed away...and where the hell would I get changed?

Hermione: Oh just use magic or something. I mean really. Also, you have dirt on your nose. I think that's worth mentioning.

The next scene arrives and it's night! Wait a second. The train leaves at 11am. So what, the train ride is about 10 hours long? Or even more. The whole place is lit up by candles. That's pretty efficient and modern. I mean electricity is way to mundane when compared to good old wax.

Hagrid: All right, first years to me please. Alright, hurry up now. First years!

Everyone leaves the train after this.

Everyone: Huh? What was that? Couldn't hear you when we're inside a train.

Hagrid: Okay then. For the initiation test. Cross the lake in these enchanted boats.

Harry: Couldn't we just walk with everyone else?

Hagrid: But this way we get to sift out the weak ones, and the giant squid gets a good meal.

Harry: Uhhh okay then. *lifts hand out of water*

We are now treated to another poorly edited scene. An image of the castle in all its glory.

Ron: Nice castle. Come in mens?

Harry: That doesn't...I just...GAH!

I'm tired at the moment, so I think I'll leave it at that. Thanks for reading, and comment if you could. It goes a long way :]

So long for now!