disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or Wednesday!

Harry Potter stalked across the lawn in front of the Great Lake, angrily kicking small rocks and pebbles. He grumbled violently underneath his breath about idiots and old men too senile to be allowed control.

In the night, his friends Hermione, Ron and Ginny were all kidnapped with a note pinned to their pillows inviting Harry for a "tea party"

Also, the recently turned Light Slytherins were missing, namely Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Greg Goyle, Vince Crabbe, and Blaise Zabini. All with the same notes pinned to their beds.

To top it off, it was all done by Bellatrix Lestrange. How did Harry know? She signed it! The bitch was cocky enough to fucking sign it! Bella-fucking-trix bitchin' Lestrange!

So, as you can see, Harry had a damned good reason to be severely pissed off.

But that's not even the worst of it.

When Harry had gone to Dumbledore to ask to go and rescue them, the old man said no.

He said that they were "strong" individuals and he was sure they'd make it back on their own and that the Order had more important things to do than to rescue a bunch of seventh years.

"THAT BASTARD!" Harry roared, swinging his foot to kick a nearby boulder. There was a sickening crack as his foot broke. Harry collapsed and yelped in pain.

"Great! Can this day GET any better?" He asked sarcastically.

At that very moment, Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix swept down to his shoulder.

"Hey, boy" Harry murmurred.

The phoenix flew away leaving a white stain on Harry's brand new acromantula silk robes.

"Damnit!" Harry sighed, "Friends and allies getting kidnapped, Bitch Lestrange, Dumbledore the Severely Dense, broken bones and now this? It must be Wednesday."