((I'M BOMBARDING YOU WITH RANDOM FICS! MWAHAHAHA! *clears throat* Anyway, this one hit me while I was in an argument with my Muggle parents about the vibrate feature on cellphones. You can see where this is going, can't you? Great! The show must go on!
In this fic, Harry Potter gets a cellphone))
Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the small Muggle device.
"How the bloody hell did you get this thing to even work in here?" he asked Hermione, whok was sitting nearby, her nose buried in a book.
"It's quite simple, but it'll be way to complicated to explain, and I'm pretty sure...
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