Title: That Loser
Author: Siriusly Odd
Rated: K+
Pairing: None at the Time
Link:http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2545706/1/
Summary: What if Hermione had an afro? What if Ron never cleaned the dirt off his nose when he first met Harry? What if there was a reason for the red cape found on early covers of the HP books? And what if Harry really was that much of a loser?

My opinion: It's a hiliarious story with few mistakes though it does get repetitive at times. Good for quite a few laughs if bored. Author also updates few times every month.

Highly Recommended

 

Harry's not really a pussy, more of wellas the title says a loser. Everyone calls him that, even Dumbledore. Trust me it's a laugh. Especially the second book.

 

Pretty effing funny I especially loved this


Ron stared at Myrtle, his head cocked to one side, “Is it just me, or does she look a little like…?”

“-like Harry in girl form?” interjected Hermione, “Yeah, I can see the resemblance.”

Harry crossed his arms, muttering, “Can not.” Pushing up glasses identical to the ones Myrtle was wearing.

Ron shrugged, “Face it Harry, same gross knobby knees, same messy black hair, same dorky glasses, same gree-wait…blue? You have blue eyes?”

“Oh, sorry.” Harry squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them, “Better?”

“Yep. Same green eyes, same tendency toward depression, same-”

Moaning Myrtle gave a scream and flung herself through a stall door into the toilet.

Ron blinked, “Was it something I said?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “No Ron, not at all

Awesome parody of the shitty way dan radcliffes (sp.) eyes constantly change color :lol: :lol:

 

Yes it is damn funny here's my fav part.

“Professor,” Harry started, “I couldn’t help but notice some similarities-um, between me and Riddle, and the Sorting Hat did say that I would do well in Slytherin-“

Dumbledore held up a hand.

“Harry, you can speak Parseltongue because Voldemort can speak Parseltongue, you see, that night, Voldemort transferred some of his own powers to you when he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do, I’m sure…”

“But Professor! The Sorting Hat said I’d do well in Slytherin, the only reason I’m not in it is because I asked it to put me in Gryffindor-“

“Exactly Harry, it’s our choices that show who we truly are, far more than our abilities, and if you want proof that you belong in Gryffindor, then I suggest that you remember what you pulled out of the Sorting Hat.”

Harry smiled remembering Gryffindor’s Mop. Ahh, what a beautiful thing.

“Headmaster, there’s something else, if the basilisk was dead all along, then why were people being petrified?”

Dumbledore sighed, “I’m afraid Harry, that that was Professor Snape, you see, he’s just kinda evil.”

“So all those conveniently placed mirrors by the basilisk victims had nothing to do with the fact that if a basilisk doesn’t directly look at you than you’ll only be petrified?”

“No.” Said Dumbledore bluntly.

There was an awkward silence.

“And-and the voices I was hearing, that wasn’t the snake moving inside the walls?”

“No Harry, you’re just hearing things.”

“Oh.”

“You’re just kind of a loser.”

“Oh.”