Harry Potter and the Taco of DOOM

by Caitlin-and-Emily

I'm not quite sure what the title has to do with the story at all, but there you have it. Follow the adventures of Harry as he transforms from the loveable selfsacrificing bluegreen eyed boy we all know to the sultry, moody, EMO!

2. Tight Pants & Black Nail Polish

Welcome now to the second installment of "Harry Potter and the Tacco of DOOM". Please, fasten all safety devices and make sure your luggage is secured.

Dear Diary,

Got a detention today. Stupid Filch. Just because I may or may not have been disobeying the dress code. But come on, these new "super-ultra-lowrise made especially for girls (but metro guys too I guess) flare" jeans look amazing! My ass looks great... I mean, it lifts AND seperates!I've been told to stop wearing them, because I'm making the teachers uncomfortable. Except for Professor Snape for some resaon... He keeps me after class every day now and make me bend over and clean the floor. Hhmm, he sure is weird. In a "crazy-but-still-kinda-weirdly-hott" way. I mean... um, HE'S EVIL. PURE EVIL. And he got his hair to do that one flippy thing. Must steal his styling gel.

Harry Potter

Dear Diary,

My wrist bands finally came in! Along with the "I'm-dead-and-dreary-my-life-is-a-black-hole" black nail polish I wanted. But nobody was paying attention to me in Herbology, so I started ranting about how I was destined to kill Voldemort, and how he took my parents and those closest to me. I think I may have even started crying. I am so good.

Hermione told me I looked really pale and skinny today. I'm really excited, not eating has begun to give me the the girly figure I've always wished for! I actually COUNTED my calories this week. 7. I was hoping for five, but that cracker was just so good! Maybe now that I finally have the body I want, I can get a boyfr... girlfriend. Most definitely a GIRLfriend. As in GIRL. As in annoyingly-perky-only-wears-pink-OMGTHATISTOOOOOCUTE type of girl. Nothing that resembles a man in any way, shape, or form. Ahem. Must go make lame excuses at dinner.

Harry Potter

Dear Diary,

After dinner, I overheard some people talking about something called 'MySpace'. What is this 'MySpace'? I'm not really sure yet but it sounds like a good place to express myself and show people just how different I am from everyone else. I'll have to check that out later.

Ron thinks I stole his eyeliner. And he's being pissy about it. Why would I want Ron's eyeliner? It isn't even the "blacker-than-black-I-am-so-depressed" color I use. Only Ginny has that color and she already yelled at me for taking her's. And now my "I'm-dead-and-dreary-my-life-is-a-black-hole" nail polish is chipping. The world hates me. I need to go cry and try to look more depressed.

Harry Potter