Chapter Two: Result
Harry took in several rather deep breaths, trying to get his wind back. He heard Ron mutter behind him, something about students gathering dust and aging five years during one story. He looked up at McGonagall to see her staring at him with the oddest look on her face.
"Well, here, if you don't believe me, I brought Davey with me."
He pulled out a small berry from his pocket, and placed it in his open palm, which he held up just under her nose.
"Hello!" The cute little purple berry chirped happily. "Me love Harry, Harry save me from big bad bear. You know I like Harry. I like the name too! In fact I'm going to change my name! Not to Harry, but, maybe something similar like, erm…Barry! Yeah that's it!"
McGonagall still had that blank look on her face when the oddest thing happened: she meowed. Harry stared at her for a few moments in shock. Then, as he was rather used to all the redonkulousness (A/N: I googled it – that is the correct spelling) that occurs in the Wizarding World, he merely shrugged. Harry transfigured Barry into a ball of yarn and tossed it at McGonagall who caught it deftly. She started rolling around on the floor with it between her hands. Biting at it occasionally and purring rather loudly.
"Oh no, Harry!" Hermione shrieked. "You've broken the Professor! However are we going to learn transfiguration now?"
"Who cares?" Ron exclaimed, shocked. "Don't you realize what this means? Free period!"
The entire class let out a whoop, and ran from the room as fast as possible without injuring themselves. Harry, leaving McGonagall alone with her Barry-yarn, walked at a much more sedate pace. After all, coming up with all that bullshit on the spot like that can be rather exhausting. Not to mention conjuring an intelligent talking berry.
A/N: All we wanna do is eat your brains. We're not unreasonable, I mean no-one's gonna eat your eyes. But we won't do either if you (maybe) review. Choose wisely, we're getting hungry.