Title: Help! I'm a Fish OR Utter Stupidity in Words and Pictures
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Summary: Pictures and silliness put together for Shocolate's 'daily_countdown' on LJ
Notes: A pathetic attempt at a story, throughout which I hope to distact the reader from its utter idiocy by the use of pictures... Super-smashing artwork dedicated to Shocolate ;-)
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Finally, the day of the final battle finally came to pass�
And lo, Harry didst thrash the pants of the evil Lord Voldie.
The ever-mighty Aurors were joyous in their success, and all remaining Death Eaters were poked.
But where was the Chosen One�s faithful sidekick, Ron?
Ever devoted and potentially-bisexual-when-it-came-to-Ron, Harry refused to leave the battlefield. He searched and searched, thinking that he would make a far better girlfriend than Hermione, who had buggered off shoe-shopping with Ginny. Harry also thought that he would look much better than Hermione with frizzy hair� 
And then Harry heard a flapping sound from the folds of a Death Eater�s cloak.
Intrigued by what the Death Eaters hid underneath their cloaks (not for pervy reasons, you perverted bloomin' perverts!) Harry peeled back the material to reveal...
Try as he might, Harry could not change him back. For once in Harry�s life, there was no Deus Ex Machina to teach him exactly what he needed to know. Damn, where was JKR when he really needed her?
Ron was now gasping and gulping for air. �I can�t breathe, Harry,� he gasped and gulped.
Thinking quickly, Harry transfigured a goldfish bowl and water out of thin air. He then carried Ron home, studiously ignoring all thoughts of the yummy tartare sauce that he had prepared only the night before.
For the sake of the-boy-he-wanted-to-shag, Harry put his pride to one side and advertised in the Daily Prophet for help. Witches and Wizards turned up in their thousands � all happy to show their devotion to his beloved sidekick, Ron.
But it seemed that no one was going to succeed, as they tried�
And tried�
And tried�
The numbers of witches and wizards began to dwindle, until finally, Harry closed the door on the last one.
Harry sat dejectedly on the edge of his bed, while Ron made faces at him from his bowl.
There seemed nothing else for it � it was either use the tartare sauce or make the ultimate sacrifice�
Having made his decision, Harry scooped up the bowl and hurried off to the residence of a certain, creepy, ex-DADA-professor. (Harry had considered going to Hagrid, but he wasn�t entirely sure about Hagrid�s other �pets� � at least he could be certain that werewolves didn�t have a taste for fish.)
And so, Harry and Ron moved into the Nature Reserve together, happily ever after�
�even if they were slightly disgruntled about the lack of obvious boy-parts to fondle.