Harry Potter groaned as he rolled over in his sleep, drool covering his whole mouth. The rough, hard concrete floor hurt his tush as he turned onto his back, and he yowled in pain. Harry jolted upright, his dreams about flying bananas and cars vanishing. He rubbed his behind as he inspected his surroundings. How did he get here? Harry wondered. He had been peacefully sleeping in his grandma’s house just last night. Harry shrugged. He was homeless, and had nowhere to sleep. If someone was going to let him have a straw bed, he wouldn’t care, as long as he could sleep. Just then, the door to the jail cell opened, and a mean, gruff looking russian bodyguard walked in. Harry started up at the 300 pounds of muscle, and shrieked in fear. He tried to run, but the russian blocked his path to the door. He grabbed Harry by the head, and tried to pluck him off the ground. Harry’s chubby body struggled to be lifted off the ground, and even the russian was having a hard time picking him up.
“Breakfast”. He grunted instead, shoving a skinny Harry outside, who had some how melted all the fat that had appeared on him.
Harry’s eyes went wide as he looked out of the jail cell door. Dozens of crosswalks spanned across the hotel, and lead to different rooms. They must have been for the butlers, of if the people renting the rooms wanted to get there fast.
Harry gasped, and he pulled out his feeble twig of a wand. He pointed it at the crosswalks, and screamed in a high-pitched voice: “Diffindo!” He shouted. All the crosswalks were cut in half, and fell to the jail grounds below. Now the hotel didn’t look like a prison! Harry grinned, and raced through the crowds of gaping prison occupants.
A weedy, linguini looking man approached Harry. His head twitched, and his hands moved restlessly. The man was shorter than Harry, who had a max height of 3 feet.
“Y–yuh wa-nn-na-a hee-llp-p me ex-ca-pe pr-ii-sson” Stuttered the man, who had a great smile stretched across his face. Harry looked at the man in disgust. A bunch of mean, buff, brutes surrounded the two. “Everyone! Fight in the bathroom!” Shouted one loudmouth. They all started chanting. “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
The linguini man pranced around the small circle, and brought in the power of Wu-Gu Magic.
The crowd got huge, and they all chanted the single word.
It was then that Harry’s tiny peanut brain realized what was happening. He yanked out his wand, and shouted like a madman, his voice deeper than a gorilla. “Avacado Kedavra!” A green light flew out of Harry’s wand tip, and shot toward the poor linguini man. It hit his chest with a THUD, and the man curled up and died. The crowd realized what happened. Their chants of “Fight!” wound down like a baby toy running out of batteries.
Harry smiled devilishly, and brought his wand out for the last time. He grunted “Die!” Everyone collapsed, including Harry. Then, each person’s head rolled off, chopping cleanly off.
The End.