Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or coke, thankfully.
Baldy Potter was no ordinary wizard. He was a bald one. Baldy had one characteristic, beside his lack of hair, that was different from most wizards. On his forhead was a scar the shape of a Christmas tree.

At least, I assume it was on his forhead. It's rather hard to tell where the forhead stops and the crown begins if there is no hair line.

At any rate, Baldy was a brat and he lived with his bratty aunt, his bratty uncle, and his bratty cousin. His mother and father had been equaly bratty in their time, but since they were dead, nobody had the heart to call them on it.

One day at school, Baldy was wondering why he'd gotten detention for breaking the rules when clearly he had a Christmas tree on his forhead.

At least, I assume it was on his forhead. It's rather hard to tell where the forhead stops and the crown begins if there is no hair line.

At any rate, he walked into a dark alley where sat a man with a small plastic bag.

"Yo," coughed the man. "You wanna buy this?"

"Sure," said Baldy, and handed the man a nut... that is, a knut.

Upon arriving in his home, Baldy ripped the bag open and smelled its white, powdery contents.


"Ugh..." sighed Baldy two hours later. What happened? he thought as he lay naked under his bed. Oh well. I wonder if I can get any more of that suped up confectionary sugar...