I dont own Harry Potter or any of the works of JK Rowling, I just walk around the studio, waiting for them to follow me home. (Mom, they followed me home can I keep them???) Itll happen eventually right? Right???

Holy cheese sculpture of Neptune, Batman-uh, Harry! Ron cried out, red hair flapping in the wind.
What is it Robin, umm I mean Ron? Harry asked in reply.
Your scar! Ron yelled, pointing at Harry's forehead.
Whos scar? What bloody loser has a scar on their forehead? Harry turned around, looking for someone with the telltale scar.
Oi mate, your scar! With a sudden English accent.
Harry turned back to Ron, his green eyes filling with tears. God, Ron! Why do you always bring up my dead parents? I hate you!!! At this Harry began to cry uncontrollably.
Just as Harry was about to turn and run away, who else should approach but...Hermione!
Noticing Harry was crying she put a hand on his shoulder. Harry, what's wrong? He looked up at her and she gasped. Harry-oh my god your scar!
Whos scar? What bloody loser has a scar on their forehead? Harry turned around, looking for someone with the telltale scar.
Your scar, Harry. Hermione looked at Harry with worry.
Turning back around, Harry called out in anguish. He paused, not knowing the British version of . Quietly he began talking to himself. Lets see, o becomes u, u becomes a, so a becomes e. He took a deep breath and howled.
Both Hermione and Ron looked at him, their eyebrows raised. They asked.
Jesus! I know theyre dead! I hate you! I hate all of you! Harry shrieked, covering his face and running awkwardly in diagonal lines down the corridor.