Harry Styles Do Be A Potter

Chapter 32: Why Don't We Go There

Tom was bored in his conference period. He didn't ever grade anything, he just gave students random numbers based on how he felt that day. After finishing RuPaul's Drag Race and Gilmore Girls and an episode of Queer Eye, he didn't have anything to do anymore so he just sat in silence, spinning on his leather office chair, humming a new song he was working on.

"People suck, I am not people...." he pondered. "No one is perfect. I am no one. Therefore?" He thought about publishing a philosophy book, or maybe starting a religion, but quickly dismissed the idea after realizing how much work that would be.

Suddenly, the door to his classroom opened.

"Sup, new Prof!" exclaimed Simon Cowell Dumbledore, his nemesis.

"Uh, hi." Tom muttered, remembering to turn around so Dumbledore only saw the back of his head where his sharpie disguise was drawn.

"I have a problem. I'm sure you've heard about the murder yesterday?"

Tom snickered under his breath. "I believe so, it was that Conan fellow, yes?"

Simon nodded his head, "yes, Quirrel, wow, you're so good with children, you even remember their names after they die." Shaking his head, Simon went back to the topic, "Anywho, that kid died, and he left behind this camera of his. I didn't think anything of it, but I noticed that it is cursed of the highest accord to block out anybody trying to see what is on it! So I was hoping you can unlock it. Being the defense against the dark arts Prof. and all."

Tom nodded, which was a hard ordeal since he had to nod his head backwards.

"Duh." He gave Simon a thumbs up, "I'm good like that."

He took the camera from Simon, who handed it to him graciously, and pretended to examine it.

"Oh yeah." He chuckled, "Big curse here."

Simon shrugged. "I could probably get past it, since I'm the ultimate wizard and all, but I'm too busy."

Tom laughed at that, "I'm not sure you could get past this one, my friend. It's a big evil spell. I don't even think I could do it."

Simon frowned. "I could totally break the curse! I just don't want to! It's not like I have been trying all night to break it with no luck or anything! Gosh." grumbling, he snatched the camera back from Quirrel and declared in a booming voice, "I'll just have to hire a specialist for this stupid thing I suppose."

"WAIT!" Tom yelped. Simon turned around, giving his attention to the red faced man, "um...maybe I could try breaking the curse? I mean, I hardly glanced at it."

Simon sighed. "Well, truth be told, I already asked my friend to get down here, but he's in Norway breaking some viking curse or something. Tell you what, he won't be able to arrive until a few more weeks, if you break the curse before then, I'll give you a raise."

He tossed the camera to Tom and waltzed out the door, leaving Tom Riddle to his own thoughts.

"Shit...this troublesome man is going to ruin my plans."

...

Taylor ran a hand through Harry's long curls as he hyperventilated, "you don't understand," he wailed, "I'm claustrophobic!"

"I know babe," She sighed, "The lockdown won't be lifted soon, so hang in there. They won't be able to find out who killed Conan... at least... I hope not."

"Hm?" Harry's tone changed, confused.

"Oh nothing." Taylor smiled, resuming running her hands through his hair, this time pulling him in for a deep, long kiss.