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Too Much Time On My Hands, Chapter 12Harry opened the door to his room in time to have an ice cold bucket of water dump on his head. It was closely followed by about fifty pounds of flour, and knocked Harry onto his back. Harry felt more stuff fall on top of the flour. It was wet. Harry cleared flour from his eyes to find that the next things to fall on him had been melted butter and some eggs.
A second bucket of water pored down, turning the flour/egg mixture into something thick and sticky... like glue.
Not glue. Dough. Harry felt a few heating charms strike the dough (Harry couldn't see as the recent barrage of water had blinded him once more) and Harry began to feel pleasantly warm. The dough softened around him... and then it hardened.
Harry was baked into a biscuit! The bread was thick, and held together well... to the point where Harry had to eat his arms free.
He hopped into the shower to the sound of Remus's laughter. Harry left the bathroom to find Sirius outside the door. At least, he thought it was Sirius. He had 6 inch thick body hair and his bed sheet was trying to strangle him like an anaconda.
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