Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter

Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter. What a pity. It belongs to JK

A/N: this is my first Harry story

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Hermione came running down the Great Hall with papers in her hand. She was screaming "I got them! I got them!"

When she approached the table where the boys were sitting and kissed Ron on the cheek. Ron ignored it and looked in her hand while Neville and Harry leaned in to see what she has.

In her hands where a pink sheet of parchment that was labeled 'Class lists'

"What are those?" Neville asked curiously

"It is a list that years younger then ours voted on to judge who will be the best or the worst at this and that. Harry, you are on this a lot." Hermione said nonchalantly.

"Let me see that." Harry said while he grabbed the paper away from his friend. "It says I'm…

Harry Potter

Most likely to be famous

Most likely to have a job as an auror

Most likely to go over to the dark side

Most attractive

Best attitude

Most popular

Most likely to kill

Most likely to go insane

Least likely to work at the ministry

Least likely to become a pop star

Least likely to go over to the dark side.

"Wow, so are you going to be a nice dark wizard who works on his own at being an Auror? Or are you going to be a preppy insane person who refuses to sing?" Ron said, going back to his meal. "And you are already famous."

"Your right this doesn't even make sense. How can I be all that." Harry said and turned to Hermione.

"Umm… maybe they expected you to be everything they want you to be. Since you already famous, maybe they want you to… oh forget it. I don't know what it means."

A/N I'm going to make one for most characters

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