The last half of 6th grade passed by fast, and everyone (sort of) passed their finals. While most of the students left to go visit their families over the summer, Harry, Heroin, and Ron, along with a handful of other students, stayed there for the summer. As you can guess, with no classes in session they were even more out of control than usual.

"All right," Heroin told Neville. "25 cents for one ride down the staircase."

They had ordered 50 tons of fake snow to cover the house with, and had created a sled ride using a mattress on the staircase. Eventually, the second-story floor started to leak down to the first floor, so Harry set some newspaper down over the wet spot. However, on the night before school resumed, Dobby the child slave entered Harry's room without knocking.

"God damnit, Dobby!!" He threw an issue of Hustler on the floor and pulled a blanket over himself.

"Would you like Dobby to pick up your pants, sir?"

"No," Harry screamed. "Just get out!"

"But sir, Dobby came here to warn you that your life is in grave danger!"

"What?"

"Mr. Pothead," Dobby went on. "You cannot return to school this year. Terrible things are happening at Hogwarts. Please, sir, promise Dobby you will not return."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, whatever."

"And one more thing, sir?"

"Yes?" Harry asked, irritated.

"Dobby's birthday is today sir. Dobby is six years old. The other slaves are throwing Dobby a party in the kitchens tonight after everyone goes to bed. Would Mr. Harry Pothead care to come?" He smiled innocently.

"Dobby," Harry said. "Come here."

Dobby approached him. Harry rolled up a magazine and smacked the little boy across the face.

"Get the fuck out of my room!!"

"Yes, sir." He turned and left.

***

The rest of the students returned early the next morning, and everyone met up for breakfast in the lunchroom.

"Yeah, we had so much fun in Egypt this summer," Fred said. "Sorry we didn't pay for enough free plane tickets, Ron."

"And speaking of plane tickets," George said. "We have someone we'd like you to meet. This is our little sister, Ginny. She's a sixth-grader."

There was a quiet, sweet-looking red-headed girl sitting next to the twins.

"I'm hungry," she spoke for the first time. "Does anyone have breakfast?"

Heroin handed her a cigarette.

"You better inhale, bitch," she told her. "I don't like posers."

"No," Ginny said. "I mean, does anyone have any food?"

"Most of the people don't eat here," Heroin explained. "Don't get us wrong, it's not like we're anorexic or anything; that's for the Mary-Kate Olsen table over there."

She pointed to a group of girls sitting at a nearby table fighting over a crumb.

"We're just always too fucked up on drugs to remember to eat."

"Here," Harry said, handing Ginny a small bag of chips. "You should try to find some money so you can use the vending machines. I'll always have food because I always get the munchies."

"Thanks," she said quietly, taking his offering.

"So what are you in here for anyway?" Heroin asked.

"Oh, I'm a nymphomaniac."

"Oh," Heroin said sounding shocked. "You really cut to the point."

"Oh, Ginny, I'm so thrilled you're here with me," Ron said tearfully.

"Shut up, Ron," she said. "Before I cut your balls off. Oh, wait, you don't have any!"

"Wow," Heroin said, "I'm gaining more respect for this girl by the minute."

"Shut it!" Ginny yelled at Heroin. "I can tell you're a whore just by looking at you! Whore! Whore!!! WHORE!!!!"

"Ha, she called you a whore," Harry laughed, pointing.

"I'm not a whore," Heroin argued. "I don't get paid."

"Harry, can you walk me to my first class?" Ginny asked him politely.

"Sure." The two of them left the lunchroom and were on their way to Math.

"You know, Harry, that was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"What is?"

"Giving me those chips," he said. "Anyone else would have let me starve."

"Yeah, well…"

They approached the classroom and went inside. The teacher was attempting to explain basic math to the students.

"One plus one is… Yes, Jimmy?"

"Two?"

"No you idiot! It's three!"

"No, teacher," Harry said, "I think it really is two."

"I'll run this class the way I want!! Do you want to teach?! Do you want to get up here and do my job?!?!?!"

"No ma'am."

"I didn't think so!" She got out a bottle of Jack Daniel's and took a swig. "I'm getting too old for this job."

"Harry," Ginny resumed. "I think you're a really cool boy…" She suddenly lifted up her shirt and flashed him.

"Okay, Mosquito Bites, time for class," Harry said, pushing her inside the room. Then he left the class, shaking his head.