Harry Styles Do Be A Potter

Chapter 3: If You Like Having Secret Little Rendezvous

    Harry Styles and Hagrid, the cop who went by the name James Hagrid Cordon, got into the cop car together for a road trip.

    Harry was very excited because he got to listen to all of his favorite tunes, and had never been on a road trip before. The closest thing to being on a road trip was that small exertion with the Dursleys after they left Privet Drive on fire, which was only like a five minute ride unfortunately.

    "Hey, Harry, just to let you know, I have to talk in my British accent now, because I am in the cop car." Hagrid chortled, putting a jolly hand on Harry's shoulder.

    "Ok, chill, dawg." Harry replied. Harry was very chill with a lot of things. This was due to his good looks and childhood trauma. "Swagilicious."

    "I think you're pretty swagilicious Harry. I forgot to tell you before but you can also do magic that's what they teach at Hogwarts, you are a wizard just like me."

    "A wizard, me? But I'm only Harry Styles, just a poor boy who loves to sing. There's not one thing special about me, except my winning smile and luscious hair."

    "You are possibly the greatest, smartest, most handsome wizard of all--"

    "OMG! This is my JAM!!!" Harry said very unchill-like, interrupting Hagrid. That was the one thing he could never bridle his passion for: music. He poured his soul into it, every aspect of himself. His songs were like extensions of his own body, he wasn't sure he could live without them.

    Hagrid looked at him like he was silly because he was, but also because a nine minute song being someone's favorite song was silly.

    But then he shrugged, deciding to indulge in this kid's statements because he had never listened to it before.

    "What song is this?"

    Suddenly excited, Harry smiled brightly.

    "Madame George. It really inspires me!! And its my favorite song according to Google" he responded.

    Hagrid nodded, "so do you write music?"

    Harry blushed. He did write music, but he had never shown it to anyone because the Dursleys always told him he had an annoying chipmunk and dumb sounding voice and that boys his age shouldnt be writing songs about oral sex. He didn't have any self confidence because of this.

    Hagrid smiled again at the little Styles, "care to share?" he asked politely.

    Harry blushed even deeper, "ok....but I don't plan to publish it until another like ten years..." then he started to sing.

    "Watermelon sugar high, Watermelon sugar high, Watermelon sugar high, Watermelon sugar high, Watermelon sugar"

    "Is it just the same three word over and over again?

    "Yeah, I haven't thought up any other words yet."

    "Brilliant! Catchy and easy to learn!!"
    Harry blushed even deeper than before, his cheeks were burning so much that he got a sunburn, "do you really like it," he looked at the cop hopefully, "like, really, really, really like it?"

    Hagrid nodded and took both his hands off the steering wheel to pat the boy on the shoulder, "of course." he said with utmost sincerity, looking the boy in the eyes to make sure he knew he meant it.

    Harry Styles started to cry. But in a cool way. No one had ever liked his music before!

    The song on the radio ended and was replaced by a total masterpiece of a song, it went a little something like this,