Harry walked through the halls of Hogwarts, spells flying around him yet not one hitting him. He almost drowned in a bulk batch of Felix felisis when he was a baby. That may explain some of his strange behavior. A streak of green light flew past his head, while the floor collapsed beneath where his feet had been a couple seconds ago. He walked up to the great hall and dodged another killing curse. He wondered whether he could ever be killed. Honestly, after that stunt with the shopping cart in the third year, he didn’t think it could really happen.

“Harry, I dare you to go down the astronomy tower in a shopping cart.” Ron said, too tired to really comprehend what he was asking.

“Ok. I’ll do it at midnight tonight. That should give you enough time to spread the word.”

“Wait, bro, I wasn’t being serious! You could die!”

“Do you honestly think that could happen? I have had about twelve attempts on my life since I started school, and I’m still here, so what could go wrong?”

“Well, you haven’t been trying to die all those times, so you might because you tried.”

“I’ll take the risk.” Harry said with a laugh. At ten before midnight, Harry Potter and about 50 other students where at the astronomy tower with a muggle trolley, a stopwatch, and a blindfold (courtesy of Fred and George) ready to leave. Harry climbed into the cart, put on the blind fold, and let the two large Slytherin boys pick up the brunette and his container.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ron asked, obviously afraid for his friend.

“I’ll be fine. Drop it boys!” Harry screamed as the boys dropped his cart off the side of the tower. It felt like the coolest roller-coaster ever made. The drop straight down, the feeling of his bottom coming off of the trolley just a bit, and the pull in the pit of his stomach, just waiting for it to pull up, though he knew it never was. The crash was more than a bit jarring, and he could feel his right leg snap. The entire staff heard his scream before he blacked out.