I'm finally back on a computer and writing stories again. I'm joyful that people are still reading them. I hope you like this one.


"Harry! How many times must i tell you to emphasizes Jog when you say Joglapky-fast so the doll runs properly and doesn't drag it's feet."
"Ron stop doing that! It's sounds nothing like me." Hermione yelled throwing a book at Ron.

It was a quiet afternoon. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are hanging around. The common room is empty 'cause everyone is downstairs at the Starter Ball. Hermione didn't want to go and Ron and Harry decided to keep her company. Luckily Hermione is a lot calmer and more together from the finding out that she was adopted and her mother and father was a witch and wizard just a few days ago.

"You missed." Ron declared.
"Oh no Ron. You got her really angry now. She is actually throwing her books at you." Harry said laughing

Hermione threw book after book and her aim was better the the first. She hit Ron and Harry with every book she had, but the last book she threw ron dodged, and it landed in the fire.

"No. That was a library book from the restricted section. I snuck it out myself. I didn't even get to start to read ..." Hermione wailed loudly.

Harry interrupted.

"Guys, look at the fire it's purple and there is no heat at all."
"Let me check."
"No Ron don't touch it." Hermione screamed
"Fine, ok mum." Ron said sarcastically
"You never know what could happen." Hermione snapped back.
"Crookshank, don't go in there. No!"

Harry made a dive for Crookshank but missed and fell into the fire.

*No burning feeling, I think i'm still alive but where am i* Harry thought to himself as he picked himself up leaning on something.

"Shit, it's a tombstone."
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