Do I actually LOOK like I own HP? Didn't think so.

Pandemonium

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HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Mr Weasley,

We regretfully inform you that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will no longer be open as of this time. Please find enclosed your N.E.W.T. results and a list of possible schools at which you may attend next year. Response owls will be accepted no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Rubeus Hagrid

Deputy Headmaster

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley stared open-mouthed at the letter in the red-head's hands. Hogwarts had officially closed after the death of their former Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore – the man considered by many as the greatest wizard of modern times. Ron was the first to recover from shock.

"Blimey, Harry… Can you believe it? I knew they had doubts and all about keeping the school open…" said Ron in disbelief. "But they actually closed Hogwarts…"

"Doesn't matter to me – I'm not going back anyway," said Harry bemusedly. He pushed his Sellotaped glasses further up his nose and got up. He felt the urgent need to do something; the thought of his bold mission was starting to make him uneasy. To go up against Voldemort – most feared and deadly wizard of all time – and set out to kill him… Harry must have been insane to even think it up, let alone set out to do it.

"What did you tell Ginny?" asked Ron, folding up his letter and sliding it back into the envelope. His friend never got a chance to answer; as he opened his mouth to speak, wild shrieking lit through the household. Ginny Weasley's hand on the family's clock (Mr. Weasley had insisted upon it being moved back into place) shifted to "mortal peril".

Exchanging bewildered looks, Harry followed the freckled boy up the stairs to the source of the commotion; Fleur was in a rapid argument with Ron's sister (who, by the way, was attempting to pull a frilly pink dress off and over her head) and the half-veela girl looked as if she were about to strangle her soon-to-be stepsister.

"You must vere deez, Ginny! All of zee bridez-maidez must match!" Fleur pulled the dress back over the girl's head, the two girls tugging at the fabric in opposite directions.

"Stop pulling at it like that! Honestly, you two are going to rip it!" Hermione's voice chimed in, attempting to pull them apart. The wedding was just a week away, and the bride looked like she was about to jump off the deep end.

A loud explosion stopped all five of them in their tracks, Mrs. Weasley's voice yelling out, "FRED! GEORGE! What have I told you about experimenting for your shop in this house? Get down here and set the table!" Absolute silence followed her voice as Ginny pulled her dress off and slumped down on her bed. Fleur gave a frustrated sigh and stormed out of the room. Meanwhile, the bushy-haired muggle-born was staring in amazement at Harry's glasses. He had broken them yet again.

Sometimes there was just way too much pandemonium over at The Burrow.

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Just a short... uh... something that I wrote for some reason or other that I find quite amusing. The more I read it, the more I like it. Short one-shot, I should think. Unless of course you would want me to continue... (shrugs) Reviews much appreciated! (stares into space)

Sincerely,

Simply Just Being (Merope under mind control)