Note: I do not own any of these incredible characters. Also, the bold at the bottom (before Harry and Neville log out) it shows what Harry is thinking. Hope you enjoy. Review, they keep me going. Thanks! Much love.

Neville: Hello? Is anyone here?

Luna: Ooh, this is quite intriguing.

Neville: Luna! When'd you get here?

Luna: Daddy invented the Virtual 5000. I'm on it right now, actually. It allows me to talk to you without speaking.

Neville: Hold on, your dad invented this?

Luna: Yes.

Ron had entered the conversation.

Ron: Neville? Luna?

Neville: Hey Ron.

Luna: Hello Ronald.

Ron: Um, hi. What is this?

Luna: I don't know what you're on, but daddy invented a Virtual 5000 that I'm currently using. It allows me to talk to you without speaking. Very useful, though it did cost daddy quite a lot at Gringotts...

Ron: Blimey, Luna, this isn't a...Virtual... whatever. My dad said muggles use them to research things and talk to friends.

Luna: Oh no, Ronald, I believe you're mistaken. Daddy's just adding a few finishing touches and then he'll be able to sell it. Doesn't it sound wonderful?

Neville: Wait, is it a Virtual 5000 or a computer?

Ron: A computer.

Luna: A virtual 5000.

Ron: Bloody hell, Luna! Fine, don't believe me. Go call it your Virtual.

Luna: It's a Virtual 5000.

Hermione has entered the conversation.

Harry has entered the conversation.

Hermione: Hello Luna, Neville.

Ron: And what am I? A distant cousin?

Hermione: Sorry, Ron, I didn't see you there.

Ron: Figures.

Harry: Hi guys. How are you?

Luna: Oh hello, Harry. I'm fine, thank you. How did you receive a Virtual 5000? Daddy said he hadn't completed all of them just yet...

Ron: Merlin's Pants, Luna, it's a computer.

Luna: Ronald seems to be under the impression that we are on devices called 'computers'. Sooner or later you'll learn the truth, Ron.

Ron: I—ugh, it's not even worth it.

Hermione: Stop it, Ron. I miss all of you.

Harry: Me too. How is everyone's summer?

Ron: Boring. And irritating. Fred and George said they had learned a spell from Lupin to turn invisible without using a cloak. Hah, can you believe I believed them? Nearly got my finger chopped off, did I! I'll get them back, though...

Hermione: On the contrary, Ron, that sounds very entertaining. However, I am discouraged that they keep playing those dangerous pranks on everyone. What if you had gotten your finger chopped off. They wouldn't be laughing then.

Neville: My advice is to not listen to them.

Harry: I agree with Neville.

Ginny has entered the conversation.

Ginny: Hello everyone!

Ron: Ginny, you know you can just talk to me in the house...

Ginny: Oh don't spoil my fun, Ron. Can't I chat with you?

Harry: Of course.

Luna: Hello Ginny. How is your summer?

Ginny: Excellent! Nice to see you here, Luna. I'm almost an old pro at Whizzing Targets; I've been practicing. I buried Ron. Fred and George cheated.

Ron: It was luck, obviously. I think Fred bewitched my arrow.

Ginny: Stop making excuses, Ron. You lost thirty-four.

Ron: It was bewitched, I tell you!

Luna: Ronald, you are so amusing sometimes. Just like you cannot admit that you are using daddy's Virtual 5000 right now.

Ginny: Virtual...what?

Ron: Oh for Merlin's Sake, drop it already!

Harry: If I may interject, Luna, I believe that they are called computers. Ron's father told me all about the new muggle technology.

Neville: Um, I'll just let you guys settle this...

Hermione: I'm afraid I have to go.

Luna: Alright, goodbye, Hermione.

Ron: Bye Hermione.

Harry: See you soon.

Ginny: Bye!

Hermione has left the conversation.

Neville: Harry...my Gran sends her sincerest sorrows to Dumbledore's loss. She says she's really sorry.

Harry: Um—thanks, Neville. And tell your Gran that I thank her for her thoughtfulness.

Ginny: Mom, er, needs help with the dishes, Ronald. See you guys soon! Can you believe seventh year is coming? Well for you guys, at least. Bye!

Harry: Bye Ginny.

Luna: Take care Ginger!

Neville: Ginger?

Luna: I call her Ginger.

Ginny: Haha. Bye guys.

Ginny had left the conversation.

Luna: I have to go too. Farewell!

Luna has left the conversation.

Ron: Harry, it's fine. You—don't worry about it.

Harry: But Ron, it's like I'm lying to them. They're my friends. How do I...

Neville: Something wrong, Harry?

Ron: Blimey hell, Neville! I—we—he...haha! Got you!

Harry: Nice try, mate.

Ron: Harry! You—Neville, we're not lying to you. Seriously.

Neville: Okay, then...

Harry: No, Ron, this is wrong.

Ron: Harry, knock some sense into yourself, mate. You sound sick. Maybe you should go before you throw up or something. Need to be feeling great for seventh year!

Harry: Ron, it's only one person.

Neville: What's going on? Harry? Ron?

Ron: Nothing, he just feels sick.

Harry: Neville, can you keep a secret?

Ron: No, Harry! Think of what you're doing!

Neville: Yes, I can. Just to let you guys know, I'm really confused, too.

Harry: Well...

Ron: Harry!

Harry: Ron, I trust Neville. He's a great friend.

Neville: Thanks, Harry...

Harry: So, Neville. You have to swear not to tell a soul, okay?

Neville: Absolutely, Harry.

Ron: Merlin's Pants, I'm not staying for this.

Ron has left the conversation.

Neville: Okay, I'm really confused. It's bad, isn't it?

Harry: It's...er, yeah.

Neville: Okay. I won't tell a soul.

Harry: Thanks. So, Neville...Ron, Hermione, and I aren't going to be a school next year.

Neville:...er, excuse me?

Harry: At least, I'm definitely not. They just made up the choice to come.

Neville: Come? Are you...going somewhere?

Harry: We're trying to—finish some of Dumbledore's business.

Neville: Blimey, Harry. They'll be Snatchers and everything out there, you know. You have a huge price sticker on your forehead, Harry. Everyone will be looking for you. And what if...He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...

Harry: We've thought it all through. Of course, it'll be difficult, and extremely dangerous. That's why I had to break it off with Ginny. I could never bear it if it was my fault...if Voldemort somehow got to her to get to me...

Neville: That's so brave, Harry.

Harry: Hardly. But you can't tell a soul.

Neville: Well, I could come with you.

Harry: No! No, Neville, you—never. I am not endangering another person. It's bad enough that Ron and Hermione are going to come. No one else. Sorry.

Neville: I understand, Harry. Sorry.

Harry: It's not your fault. I just.. you can't. Sorry.

Neville: Okay. But, no offense...won't Ron and Hermione be in a lot of danger, too? I mean, aside from the obvious, if you're not at Hogwarts, and they're your best friends...won't the Ministry be a bit suspicious that they're not at school either?

Harry: As I said, everything's figured out.

Neville: Okay. Well, blimey, Harry, that sure is big news. You'll come back, right? After all this is through?

Harry's glad Neville can't see the look on his face. He knew Neville was trying to be optimistic so he'd make Harry feel better, but it wasn't quite the comfort he saught.

Harry: Sure. I mean, of course, Neville.

Neville: Don't worry, mate. Everything'll be all right. If it's not, it's not the end. That's what Gran says.

Harry: I...thanks, Neville. I have to go. Bye.

Forever, Harry thought. He tried to push the thought from his mind, but it refused to go away.

Neville: Bye Harry. Best of luck. We'll miss you terribly.

Harry: Thanks. Bye.

Harry has left the conversation.

Neville has left the conversation.

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