Harry Potter and his Bathroom Angst

Harry Potter and his Bathroom Angst

By Magic Emperor Bryan

For the first time ever, Harry was alone in the house at #4 Privet Drive for a few hours. He wouldn't have been so lucky if his aunt and uncle hadn't been so desperate that he not be allowed to see that new Harry Potter movie. They apparently thought that since the title character was called Harry Potter, the real Harry might get some ideas about himself. Whether they were accurate or not, the Dursleys most definitely had not wanted him getting them. Though they had never allowed him to remain at home when they went off somewhere, preferring to leave him with that old neighbor Mrs. Fig, she had had an engagement somewhere and could not watch him tonight. Stuck with two equally unpleasant choices of letting him come with them to see the movie or leaving him at home, they had apparently decided that leaving him home alone was the lesser of two evils. They had warned him that any funny business would have dire consequences.

Harry had decided however, that he would not do what he was tempted to do, which is to trash the place. True, he wouldn't get expelled from Hogwarts now, having just graduated from there, but he wanted to avoid trouble with his relations and that blundering idiot Cornelius Fudge. Setting that aside, he was not the incurablly criminal delinquent the Dursleys had always made him out to be. Perhaps they would admit that when they saw nothing wrong when they came home. Harry's hopes were not very high, but he didn't want to seem pecimistic, and stranger things had happened.

That was not his biggest concern though. He'd decided that it was time for a shower, and he was deciding what CD he would listen to while he showered. On his lap was what appeared to be a leather book. He unzipped it and opened it. It contained rather a large number of pages, each with four little compartments in it. In each of these compartments was an alternative rock CD, everything from older stuff by Metallica to newer stuff from Lincoln Park. Harry flipped through the CD's, not sure whether he was in the mood for Green Day, Tom Petty or the Supersuckers. He scanned the titles. Social Distortion wouldn't do. He'd just been listening to them. Lit had some possibilities, but no. He didn't want anyone knowing he had anything in common with his grossly overweight cousin. Quite apart from the teasing, he didn't want Uncle Vernon discovering that Harry and Dudley were actually getting along. It might make him think that Harry was teaching Dudley magic.

Harry carried the CD case into the bathroom and set it on the counter beside the sink, still flipping through the pages. No, not Oleander, and definitely not Tenacious D. These were bands he liked, but they weren't right for showering. The Toadies wouldn't do either, and definitely not Tool. He agonized about this for a while, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small mirror. It was a small version of the Mirror of Erised, which showed the person who looked into it the most desperate desire of their hearts. Perhaps it would help him with the problem of finding the right showering music. He looked into the mirror. He saw himself slipping a Ramones CD into his CD player.

"Fine," he muttered, "That one's not in here." Oh well, he'd just have to go and get it. The Ramones might provide an interesting shower experience. Several minutes later, he was standing in a spray of hot water, listening to I Wanna be Sedated.

The Fic has now ended.