Hi again. I just started on my Lily and James fic. I was going to keep working on it but I realized how very hyper I am right now. So I thought, I'll write a hyper story! Yay! Hehehe, oh the plans I have for my dear little Harry Potter characters… MWAHAHAHAHA! Don't you see the craziness? That is why I am working on this crazy story instead of my Lily and James fic or "The American Dream". Hehe, on with the show! ON WITH THE SHOW! ON WITH THE SHOW! (I'm beginning to wonder why I typed that so many times…)

1 Chapter 1

Harry Potter was sitting in the Great Hall. He was wearing a bandana on his head and he looked… well, he looked pretty stupid. He was had torn his robes and he kept bopping his head up and down, like he was listening to some imaginary music.

Hermione came up to him and asked, "Harry? What's wrong with you?"

He looked at her and said, "Yo 'Mione. Wad up dogg?" Hermione looked at him like he was crazy.

"Harry, what are you talking about? I'm not a dog!" Ron tapped her on the shoulder.

"Harry thinks he's ghetto."

Hermione looked at him, "Ghetto?"

"You know, living with his homies or something…"

Harry said, "My homies, yo!" Malfoy came up to them. He stared at them menacingly. Oh so very menacingly. SO menacingly, you won't even believe it!

Malfoy said, in his menacing voice, "What's wrong with you, Potter?"

Ron said, "Harry thinks that he's ghetto."

Malfoy aid, and yes, he is still menacing, "Ghetto? He's British!"

Harry yelled, "You think me nationality can stop the music in my heart, you are so wrong man!" Malfoy stared at him, even more menacingly than before.

"Potter, if I thought you were a git before, I don't even know what I think of you now!"

Harry asked, "Do you think I'm ghetto?"

Malfoy said, menacingly (god, how many times have I said menacingly?), "Of course not, you git! You could never be ghetto!"

Harry looked down, dejected, "You are not a part of the universal music, man. You interrupt the music, man!"

Ron said, "Well, this just insane. If you wouldn't mind, I need to get back to my tea party." Everyone looked and noticed Ron seemed to be having tea with whole bunch of dolls and stuffed animals.

Malfoy said, in that menacing way that he says things, "You're having a tea party? With stuffed animals and dolls?"

Ron said, "Yes. It helps bring out the inner child in me."

Harry said, "Yeah, man! You know the music!"

Malfoy said (yes, still menacing), "Well, if you're going to have a tea party, at least do it right. See, you have the owl and the mouse stuffed animals sitting next to each other. You'll never have a good tea party that way! The owl will keep trying to eat the mouse!"

Ron stared at the two stuffed animals for a second, "Well, I guess you're right there."

Harry hit him in the side of the head, "What were you thinking, man? Trying to mess up the universal music?"

Ron said, "Yeah, you and your universal music…"

Hermione asked, "Am I the only one of us who hasn't gone completely crazy?"

Malfoy cocked his head and said oh so menacingly, "Yes, yes you are." At this point I decide to come into the story. I walked up to them all and waved.

Hermione asked, "Who are you?"

I said, "I'm the blue fairy."

Malfoy asked, "Really?"

I said, "No, my name's actually Jillian. Nice to meet you all."

Harry asked, "You don't sound like you're from this hood." I stared at him for a second.

"I'm not. I'm from America."

Ron asked, "How'd you get here so fast?"

I said, "I just decided to put myself in the story. I want to have fun too!"

Harry asked, "Story? What you talkin' about?"

I said, "You guys, I think it's time we had a talk. You see, there comes a time in every storybook character's life where they found out many new things about themselves. Now, I have to tell you, you don't exist. I know it may be hard to deal with, but I'd rather we went through a little pain now than a terrible heartbreak later."

Hermione said, "We're not real? How is that possible?"

I said, "I don't know, Hermione, I don't know."

Ron yelled, "MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!" I put on a hand on his shoulder.

"Poor, poor little thing."

Malfoy said, "But if we're not real, how are you talking to us right now?"

I said, "Because you're not really talking to me. I'M at my computer writing this screwed up story. But let's get on with the story!"

Ron said, "But how are we supposed to go on after you told us such a big thing?"

I said, "Because, it's my story. I can make you do whatever I want to. Like, Hermione. I would make her ride on a unicycle and juggle pies and bowling pins." Hermione began riding a unicycle and juggling pies and bowling pins. "I can make her fall down too."

Hermione yelled, "AAHH!" And she fell down, getting hit by several pies.

I said, "See?" They all nodded, feeling a little afraid of me. Want to know how I knew they were afraid? Because I'm the one writing the story! MWAHAHAHAHA!

Malfoy stared menacingly at me, "Well, what do you want to do now?"

I said, "I want to talk to YOU, Malfoy. Did your mother drop you on your head as a child?"

Malfoy exclaimed, "Of course not! Why would you ask that?"

I shrugged and said, "Well, I've just always wanted to ask someone that. Here's another question. How do you always stare at people in that menacing way that you do?"

Malfoy said, "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

I said, "Sure you do." Everyone tried to imitate Malfoy's menacingness.

Malfoy yelled, "Stop laughing at me! I have low self esteem, okay?"

I said, "Poor thing. You should see someone about that."

Harry said, "I can help you find the universal music, man!"

Malfoy asked, "Really?"

Harry said, "Yes. It's just that you have to build your house with stones, yo."

Ron said, "Huh?"

Harry yelled, "Don't interrupt me, man!"

I said, "Oooh, Harry's feisty when he's ghetto. I like that."

"Yes, I am, man! So let's get on with the finding of the universal music, yo!"

And that is all I'm going to write. Short chapter, yes. But COMPLETEY insane! I doubt any of you will like this. This is just a weird hyper little outburst. It was fun, hehe. Cya later!