Fred and George had tried to use a potion to age theirselves to get past the age-line. Once Harry saw their beards, he cast an aging charm on himself and jumped across the line. When he had a beard as well, he changed his robes to midnight blue with red polka-dots and trasfigured his glasses into half-moon glasses. The headmaster accepted the offered lemon drop.

Later in class, Harry was being griped at by McGonnagal.

"Mr. Potter, the continued existance of the beard aside, I cannot allow you to continue to flout the dress code. And, no. I will not refer to you as Harry the Grey."

"Come on, Professor. I'm referencing an incredible piece of literature here."

"No, Mr. Potter. Now return to school uniform or you shall not... or you shall fail." Harry cracked a smile at that.

"Come on; say it Professor."

She rolled her eyes, but relented, "Return to uniform or you shall not pass!" Harry giggled and clapped like a child.

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One week before Halloween saw Hermione in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry had graced her with the honor of being the sole witness to the first transformation from Human to Dragon. He was large and in charge. He hit his head on the ceiling. Still, it was fun. That night, Harry flew for hours.

The next morning while reading the paper, Hermione spit her juice all over Seamus, who had been sitting across from her. Just as Harry was about to ask what was up, McGonagall came and asked him to report to the Headmaster's office.

"Mister Potter, I'm afraid that I have some bad news. Your relatives have all been found dead in their home." The Headmaster was looking especially grave.

"Well, how did it happen?" He was, to all appearances, morbidly curious, though he actually just wanted the Headmaster to say it.

"I believe that Lord Voldemort orchestrated it. Now, I know that he was only able to get to them because you didn't recharge the blood wards, but I don't want you to feel guilty. You had no idea that Voldemort could bewitch a dragon. Even I didn't know that."

"A dragon killed my relatives? How did it do that without burning down the neighborhood?" Now Harry seemed appauled.

"Well...A dragon has more ways to kill than just its breath." 'Figures he wouldn't say it.' "Anyways, you are free to choose to be absent from school to attend the funeral, if you wish."

"I probably won't."

When Harry finally got a look at the paper, he almost laughed out loud.

Dursleys Drowned in Dragon Dung

Harry Potter Orphaned Again

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement and The Department of the Control of Magical Creatures are baffled by the events at a residence in Surrey. In the dead of night, a dragon flew to Number 4 Private Drive, home to the only living relatives to the Boy-Who-Lived and well outside of any dragon-safe zones, and ripped the roof off of the house. It then seemed to use the house as a toilet...

Hermione gave Harry a lecture on the respect for all living things, and then another on personal hygine. Harry could tell that she agreed that it was the most fitting end to the Dursley line

Four brothers there were, born together and at once.
The first runs but never wearies.
The second eats but is never full.
The third drinks but is always thirsty.
The fourth sings a song that is never good.”

It eats the living and the dead. It eats wood and grass, earth and metal. It eats the dark and the emptiness. It eats and keeps eating. There is no satisfaction! It is rage, it is anger. It is love and it is desire… Fire!”

It runs from the mountain top to the end of all land. Indeed it is the end of all land. It runs and none can outrun it. Endlessly, day and night, unwavering, despite hindsight. It runs and yet never tires. It is knowledge, it is wisdom. It is insight tempered by action... Water!”

Water may run, but it cannot quench the thirst everlasting. The thirst that springs trees merely to bring forth rain, crops to bring harvest, rock to bring satiation. Satiation that appears at the horizon but never for itself. It is trust, it is hope, it is friendship and it grows… Earth!”

The song that is heard by all and yet appreciated by none. The song that speaks the truth and is hated. The song of the skies that the clouds cling to, the birds dance to, and the heavens alone understand. It is power, it is vision. It is the fury that brings revolution… Wind

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Fred and George entered the great hall. They sensed that something was wrong. Every first-year was looking at them in anticipation. Suddenly they transformed in two weasels. They froze for a second, and then they screamed in pain.

“Oh my god! They are shitting galleons,” said a first-year.

The weasels looked at what happened. They begun to run away from the great hall, but they stopped for a few seconds to scream and expeled two more gold galleons.

Ron went towards his brothers and picked the coins, he then followed them. “Hey, wait for me!”

Daphne looked at the moronic Gryffindor. “That’s disgusting. It’s too bad that he doesn’t know that it’s leprechaun gold.”

“Yeah, I’d like to see his face when it all vanishes,” said Tracy.