Me: You want to help this time?

Winston: Sure.

Me and Winston: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Everyone but us: * Wakes up screaming. *

Neville: I give up sleeping at this point.

Winston: * Chuckles. *

Me: So today we have a few dares. Harry and Draco have to drink a polyjuice potion and pretend to be any two Death Eaters and spy on Voldy. Luna and I have to swap bodies. And Neville to be able to turn into any bird for one day.

Neville: How do I turn into a bird?

Me: Animagus?

Neville: 1) That's illegal. 2) It takes most people years to do that. And 3) mine is non-corporeal.

Me: It's not that hard. See? * Truns into a wolf. *

Neville: You are a shapeshifter doesn't count.

Me: * Truns back. * Fine. I will just find a spell or something. But I did gat an idae. * Girns. *

Hermione: I'm concerned.

Me: Your problem, not mine. Anyway, I have the polyjuice potion. * Gives it to Draco. *

Draco: * Sighs. * I won't need this.

Everyone but me: * Looks at him wired. *

Me: Well, your dad and Voldemort...

Ron: Don't say his name!

Me: Get a backbone! Neville isn't even sacred.

Neville: I am going to pretend I didn't hear that.

Me: As I was saying Draco probably doesn't need the position because his dad is a death eater.

Winston: True, if your father actually wanted your twig ass in his pigsty manor.

Draco: How dare—

Winston: Amelia!

Draco: * Shuts up. *

Me: Yes. Now drink the potion!

Harry: * Drinks the poison and turns into Bellatrix. *

Neville: Jeuse christ! * Hides. *

Me: I didn't know who's it was I promise.

Winston: Why the Female Roach, of all of the Moldy Colony! 😂

Me: Now get!

Draco and Harry: * Leave. *

Winston: * Pulls out a computer. *

Everyone: * Watching the screen. *

( At the death eaters meeting. )

Draco: Ok, I will Stupefy my aunt and then you can come.

Harry: Senes when do I listen to you?

Draco: Do you ever listen?

( The room of requirements. )

Me and Winston: Burn!

( At the death eaters meeting. )

Harry: * Rolls eyes then hides. *

Draco: Bella?

Bellatrix: * Sighs. * Yes?

( The room of requirements. )

Neville: She looks more insane.

Luna: Yeah.

( At the death eaters meeting. )

Draco: Sorry. Stupefy!

Bellatrix: * Passes out. *

Harry: * Comes out of hiding. * Good shot.

Draco: Thanks. Let's go. This way.

( The room of requirements. )

Ginny: Were they just nice to each other?

Me: Yeah...

Winston: I sense something ridiculous.

Me: Like a boggart?

( At the death eaters meeting. )

Luices: There you are. Sit The Dark Lord was planning on another way to get Harry.

Draco: Yes sir. * Sits down. *

Harry: * Sits down. *

Voldemort: * Talking about how to kill Harry and blah blah blah. * Metting dismissed.

Harry: * Secretly writing this all down. *

Luices: Now good spy on Dumbledor.

Draco: Yes sir. * Gets up and walks out. *

Harry: * Walks out after him. *

Harry: Your dad is an old fart.

Draco: * Trying not to laugh. *

( The room of requirements. )

Harry and Draco: Walk in. *

Hermione: I see the spell wor off.

Neville: Thank god.

Me: Ok, me and Luna have to switch bodies now.

Hermione: I have a spell for that. * Picks up book. *

Me: I know that book. That's from the restricted section of the library.

Hermione: How do you know that?🤨

Me: I might have snuck back there a few times, so sue me.

Fred: Called it!

George: * Pays him. *

Me: Say the spell. * Hands Hermione her wand. *

Hermione: * Mutters the spell. *

Me and Luna: * swap bodies. *

Me: Wow! I love your hair. It's so long.

Luna: Um, you might need glasses everything far away looks fuzzy.

Me: Yeah, I know.

Winston: Interesting, the differences are minuscule.

Me: I get that a lot.

Hermione: Ok, now time for Neville. * Mutters the spell. *

Neville: * Truns into a pigeon. *

Harry: What?

Neville: Why am I a pigeon?

Winston: Translation, please!

Me: He asked why he was a pigeon.

Neville: Can someone answer me?

Draco: Yeah, why such a weird bird?

Me: Well, he is kind of like a pigeon.

Neville: Ouch.

Me: Pigeons might look weird but are really smart and have a few hidden talents.

Neville: Was that a complaint or an insult?

Me in pigeon: Complaint.

Hermione: I'm going to turn him back now. * Mutters a spell. *

Neville: * Truns back to normal and is sneezing. *

Me: Are you ok?

Neville: I'm allergic to feathers. * Sneezing. *

Winston: Then you better distance yourself from me! God, no wonder you put on a show whenever I'm near.

Me and Winston: See ya next time!