One fine afternoon Harry sat in the common room. He was quite bored. It was once again another lovely spring day in their 6th year gone to waste because his best mate Ron was with Lavender. There they were, once again, snogging as if their lives depended on it.

Suddenly, a sound was heard, and Harry turned quickly, his neck cracking in the process. As he winced and rubbed the back of his neck furiously, Harry saw a head of bushy hair appear from behind the armchair Ron and Lavender were now entwined in.

Before he knew what was going on, some cheesy music started playing. Harry looked around the room trying to find the source of the music.

There was nothing in sight. The common room was empty except for Ron, Lavender, and himself.

Or so Harry thought…

As if on cue, a voice was heard from behind Ron and Lavender's very armchair. The head of bushy hair again appeared.

Harry gaped.

There was Hermione. She had her arms pulled into her chest and her eyes closed.

"If there's a prize for rotten judgment
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation…"

She thrust her arms out and held them to the sky.


"That's ancient history, been there, done that!"

More voices began singing now. He didn't know where from, but it seemed they were everywhere. He thought he saw a piece of pottery move, but quickly pushed it from his mind

"Crazy" he told himself.

"…Girl, ya can't conceal it
We know how ya feel and
Who you're thinking of"

The new voices were singing.

'What is this?' Harry thought, 'A MESSAGE FROM VOLDEMORT!' his mind cried. And he immediately jumped up and brandished his wand, scaring a few first years entering through the portrait hole.

They scuttled up to their dorms, sending frightened looks back at him over their shoulders.

'No…no…it can't be a message from Voldemort…' he thought watching Hermione as she jumped in front of Ron and Lavender (who seemed to be too busy to notice anything strange going on) and began doing some pirouettes and leaps.

"I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out
Oh…"

Harry's head snapped up at the word dying.

'AHA!' cried his brain, 'So it IS a message from Voldemort…'

Harry nodded to himself, muttering…muttering.

"Yes, yes…It's bound to be…yes obviously he's trying to provoke me, calling me a girl and all. Yes…and he's threatening to kill me as I cry… yes,"

He stood up once again and looked up at the ceiling, spinning around and crying, "I'VE GOT YOU NOW VOLDEMORT!"

"You're way off base
I won't say it
Get off my case
I won't say it…"

Hermione sang, the song reaching its end.

Harry listened closely. 'The enemy speaks…' he thought.

He began muttering frantically now, "Yes…of course of course OF COURSE! He's trying to trick me, he is. Thinks I'm too close to it now, trying to playback, eh? He knows I've got it. Tells me I'm off my rocker. Way off base he says."

Harry smiled a wicked smile and rubbed his hands together in what he obviously considered an evil manner.

"Heh…Heh…Oh I've got you now Voldemort!"

He smiled, a manic glint in his emerald eyes.

Ron and Lavender continued snogging.

Hermione, obviously not getting any feedback from her performance, left the common room dejectedly, hoping for a better audience in the entrance hall.

And Harry…?

Harry muttered to himself with a vengeance, his features becoming wilder as each new idea came to him…

"I've got you now Voldemort…hehehehehehe…" snort