7Insert standard vaguely amusing "I own nothing" disclaimer here.
Based on a true story.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
It was pitch black. Harry felt to his left and grabbed Ron's arm.
"Harry," Ron whispered. "I'm so scared."
"We'll be ok, Ron. I promise." he whispered back, squeezing Ron's arm.
Footsteps in the hall outside.
"Ron? Ron! Harry! I know you're here somewhere! Come out!"
Ron whimpered softly, the footsteps stopped. Harry clamped a hand over Ron's mouth, but it was too late.
Hermione ripped open the closet door, "There you two are! Get out here! I made cookies, I want you to taste them!"
"Nooooooooooooo!"
Several thousand miles away, in a Barnes and Noble...
"It's a really great series. What with the fairies and magic, and it's really entertaining."
Danielle frowned at her friend, "I don't really like books like that. Magic's only cool if people like us can do it. Fairies and magical creatures aren't cool because they're not real."
Harry and Ron stood in the kitchen like men awaiting their execution. Hermione approached them with a tray of slightly black lumps that may, at one time, have been some form of baked goods. She held out the tray.
"Try one!" she urged.
Harry and Ron stared at the lumps, then at each other.
"Ok!" Harry said, trying to sound brave. He tentatively took a 'cookie.' "Ok, I'm gonna try one."
'Well go on!" Hermione said sounding annoyed.
Harry took a bite.
Katie looked sideways at her friend, "Danielle, I hate to break this to you, but wizards aren't real."
Danielle gasped, "Don't say that! Every time someone says that a wizard somewhere drops down dead!"
He chewed, swallowed.
"Actually," he said. "They're not that ba-"
"Harry? Are you alright?"
Slowly, Harry keeled over backwards. Ron rushed forward, knelt beside Harry...
"My God," he whispered. "He's dead." Ron turned and stared at Hermione. "Your cooking killed him."
Thanks to my favoritest person, antiquesong, for forcing me to post this.