AN: Hi everyone! Here's another omake! Finals start tomorrow! I hope I do well. Anyway, see you guys after finals!


Unlimited Spell Works Omake: Alternate Prank

Note: this is an alternate version of part of Chapter 2 of Unlimited Spell Works.


- HARRY P.O.V. -

I've got to cheer them up. I don't want people sad. Ahhh. I know what to do.

- HERMIONE P.O.V. -

Why did Harry have to die? I miss him so much! I loved him! And he's gone! I don't know if I can take this for much longer. I suddenly see a few students of various ages stand up abruptly and limp over to the area in front of Harry's coffin like zombies. Huh. Suddenly they look like zombies too.

Out of nowhere, a familiar tune starts playing. I know it's a Muggle song, but where have I heard this before? In response, the students begin dancing in a familiar fashion. I still can't place it though…It's on the tip of my tongue!

As the music comes to a climax, Harry's coffin open with a large blast. Something leaps out. How DARE someone use Harry's funeral for a prank! I'll kill them when I find them! I hear the something start to sing. It's Harry's body! But…how?

- HARRY P.O.V -

Alright. The people are zombie-dancing. Now for the last part. Channeling prana into my circuits, I Trace a small dagger, filling it with prana until it's about to burst. Throwing it at the lid of my coffin after placing a smiliar bounded field on it, I invoke the Kaleidoscope to transport myself, bounded field and all, right in front of my coffin just as the dagger, now a Broken Phantasm, causes the top of my coffin to explode. I alter my Bounded Field to make me look like a zombie, and I begin dancing in time to the music. Thank God Rin taught me how to dance for some reason. Oh, looks like the chorus is coming up. As the dust cleared, I stepped to the front of the group of dancers, and began to sing.

"'Cause this is thriller, thriller night,
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight!"

As I sing the chorus, Hermione's eyes widen. I smile at her, and then continue the song. The song concludes, among bouts of laughter. The pranked Slytherins barge out of the Great Hall, their faces red in embarrassment.

"Hem-hem," Professor Dumbledore calls out sternly. The noise cuts off. "Now, let me ask, who was so insensitive as to play a prank during a funeral?" he asks. Hermione glares at me angrily. I remove the zombie glamour, revealing my normal self.

"Professor," I call. He draws breath sharply. "don't you think it's possible that I pranked my own funeral?"


AN: So yeah, I just thought of this omake yesterday, and I realized that it would be kind of funny for Harry to prank his own funeral by singing Thriller.