AN: Hello again my beloved readers! Welcome to chapter two. I'd like to say a few things before and after we get started.
Firstly, you may have noticed that this fanfic is now classified as a Voldemort/Harry, as opposed to the Snape/Harry it was in the first chapter. This is because I will be changing the classification between the two with every chapter I post so it's equally likely that those searching for a Snarry and those searching for a... Varry will find it. The pairing is still SSxHPxLV, so no need to worry. If you put this on story alerts, you should find little issue.
Secondly, the fanfic will take something of a humorous turn for a while. This will not last forever, nor is the humor it the focus of the fanfic, but it will be prominent for a while.
Thirdly, I am back to highschool now, and I have a job. This is unfortunate for both you and me, because it means that I will have a lot less time to write. I plan on updating every two weeks, but I decided to do this one just a week after because I can. By the way, if I don't update after two weeks, FEEL FREE TO HARASS ME ABOUT IT (in a friendly way :P). Trust me, IT MAY JUST WORK.
That's about it, for now. I'll have a few more things to say at the end of the chapter... I'm a fan of ANs. :D
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, the following would occur in the canon. I assure, however, it doesn't.
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My heart's on the floor
My feet feel like lead
I'd quit the tour
But I'm already dead - Hellogoodbye, "Stuck to You"
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When Harry awoke the next morning, something completely irrational in him half-expected his visit the previous night to have changed something. Perhaps the food would be tasteless, or Dumbledore would look at him with no cheer in his eyes, or the Great Hall's ceiling would show a starless night regardless of the outside weather. Harry expected to have been found out somehow, and to be punished accordingly.
However, when Harry reached the Great Hall, this was not the case. The ceiling was a pale blue to mirror the morning sky, Dumbledore looked to be happily chatting away with McGonnagal, and the food, he decided as he took his first bite of eggs, was certainly not tasteless.
A shaggy head of fiery red turned to look at Harry as he sat down.
"'oo 'orning, 'arry!" Ron greeted cheerily through a mouthful of his breakfast.
Hermione sighed exasperatedly from across the table.
"I think he means, 'Good morning, Harry,'" she explained, shaking her head in blatant disapproval.
Ron swallowed his chewed-up food with some difficulty, then grinned widely, a bit of something-or-other still caught in his teeth.
"Yeah, that's what I meant."
Harry smiled back at the both of them.
"Morning, Ron. Morning Hermione."
The rest of breakfast was rather uneventful. Ron talked about which classes he hated (few were exempt), Hermione nagged at him for it and provided counterpoints for why each class was in fact wonderful, and Harry tried to stay out of it and see if he could catch the occasional glance of Ginny, who was sitting down the table with some other Gryffindor girls from her year. At one point, she caught him looking and waved her porcelain hand at him with a gentle smile, which caused his face to heat rather violently, and he turned away quickly with a short wave back.
Once the trio had finished breakfast, they began to head for Transfiguration, their first class of the day. By the time they had climbed two aged staircases, Hermione stopped them, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Er, Ron, Harry? Would you mind if before class I just took a quick stop by the, er, restroom? I'm sorry, but..." She trailed off and her chestnut eyes drifted to the cool stone beneath her feet.
Harry quickly glanced at Ron, and his best friend wore an expression that suggested that this was the first time he had ever known that girls even used the loo. Harry decided to step in before poor Hermione felt even more awkward.
"Sure, 'Mione, that's fine."
The bushy-haired girl nodded jerkily, looking relieved, and then briskly walked in the direction of the nearest witches' room. Harry gave Ron a sharp kick to the shin the moment she was presumably out of earshot.
"Ouch! What was that for?" Ron yelped indignantly, jumping away from Harry.
"You were kind of being a prat, mate," Harry explained plainly.
"What do you bloody mean? I didn't say anything for Merlin's sake!" The second-youngest Weasley's ears were turning red with annoyance.
"Yeah, but you were kinda giving her a rude look. She obviously was embarrassed enough already," Harry continued, starting to get rather irritated himself. Ron might be his best friend, but he could really be oblivious sometimes.
"I wasn't giving her a rude look! I don't know what you're-what's that owl doing there?"
Harry followed Ron's line of sight to the window the other boy was staring at in a perplexed manner. Sure enough, a rather plain brown owl sat on the windowsill, a letter tied to its scaly leg. It was rapidly tapping against the glass with its yellow curved beak, and was obviously determined to be let inside.
"Wonder why he didn't just deliver his letter at breakfast with the rest?" Ron muttered in a confused tone of voice. Harry just shrugged in response, and then realized that Ron wasn't looking at him.
"Dunno. Might as well let him in then, I s'pose." With that, Harry stepped over to the window and slid it open to allow the determined avian visitor to enter.
The instant he did, the quaffle-sized bird flew straight at Harry's stomach, knocking the wind out of him and landing him flat on his arse. Before Harry could even get an arm up to defend himself, the owl dove at him again with what could only be described as purpose in his tiny pitch-black eyes, this time knocking him onto his back.
"What the bloody hell?" Ron shouted in alarm, face stretched with shock. Harry probably would have said the same thing, were there any air occupying his abused lungs.
The third time the feathery fiend began to swoop at Harry again, he managed to raise an arm in an attempt to shield himself. The owl, to Harry's relieved surprise, simply landed on the proffered limb in a shockingly docile manner, then stuck out his leg, letter dangling harmlessly.
Harry paused for a moment to recover his breath, simply staring at the bird. Ron's eyes were wide, and he too apparently could not bring himself to do anything but look at the owl. After a second or two, he seemed to regain his bearings at least partially.
"I think he's trying to give his letter to you, Harry," he said in a soft incredulous tone.
Harry considered the fluffed-up owl before him. It was indeed sticking out the unmarked eggshell-white envelope it carried. It even seemed to be looking at him rather expectantly. Harry reached a tentative hand toward the envelope. Once he gently took hold of it, the owl sprang into the air, flapping its wings to rise, and soared out the window it had entered through not five minutes before. Harry looked down at the suspiciously inconspicuous letter in his hand, still trying to figure out what had just happened.
"Who the bloody hell trains their bloody owl to attack the person it's bloody delivering a bloody letter to?" Ron asked, shaking his freckled head in amazement.
"I don't know," Harry responded, "but I s'pose we'll just have to read the letter and find out." He began to tear open the corner of the envelope, but it was at that precise moment that Hermione came hurtling around the corner of the corridor, frizzy mane flying behind her, looking as though Voldemort himself were after her.
"I'm so sorry!" she shrieked as she yanked both of them by their sleeves in the direction she was going, "I didn't mean to take that long! Hurry, we'll be late for Transfiguration!"
Harry shoved the letter in his pocket and resolved to have a good look at it later, then joined his friends in the sprint to McGonnagal's classroom.
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The trio did manage to make it on time, if just barely. McGonnagal had just shaken her head at them disapprovingly, which, all things considered, wasn't that bad. The rest of Harry's classes were equally normal, though Harry had half-expected Snape to accuse Harry of what he had done the night before. Instead, the potions master had acted no differently than usual, which was to say that he nitpicked at every possible thing wrong with Harry's potion and in general was horribly unfair to him. It was to be expected.
Dinner, however, became a good deal more interesting when it was disturbed by the lovely screeching of one furious Parvati Patil. She stormed through the entrance, the Hall, and right up to a very flustered Ravenclaw boy, then drew back her arm, and slapped him hard across the face with a great cracking noise that emanated throughout the room. The Great Hall ceased its activities and existed only in shocked silence before crystaline droplets began to flow down Parvati's face in large number, and she ran out of the room. McGonnagal quickly stood up and followed her, steps brisk, but never crossing the brink of a run. The instant she left, the Hall was full of deafening chatter, each student offering his or her own take on what had just happened. Harry, for his part, would be the first to admit had no idea.
"Poor Parvati," Hermione murmured, pity permeating through each word.
"Poor Parvati?" asked Ron incredulously, giving Hermione an astounded look, "What about that bloke? Didn't you see? She just walked up and smacked him for no reason!"
"It was not for no reason, Ronald," Hermione snapped back, a sudden righteous fury in her glare. "He most definitely deserved it. After all, he-" she broke off, chocolate eyes widening, and took a sudden interest in her potatoes.
Harry and Ron shared a confused glance. After a moment in which Hermione only awkwardly twirled her fork, Harry decided to speak up.
"He did what, Hermione?"
Hermione looked back at them nervously, her brow crinkled in anxiety, then edgily began to speak.
"Look, I accidentally overheard Lavender and Parvati talking about it in the bathroom this morning. They didn't know I was in there, and once they realized, they made me promise not to tell."
"Come on, 'Mione," Ron prodded, "It's just us."
Hermione seemed to consider this for a moment, and then released a guilt-laden sigh.
"Oh, alright. But don't you dare tell anybody else." She waved them closer and they leaned across the long wooden table toward her. After taking a deep breath, she began again in a whisper.
"Parvati and that boy had been dating since before summer started. They kept in touch with letters and so on through the break," here she nodded once for emphasis.
"Ever since school started back up, they got really serious. Last night, he asked her to," she averted her eyes from the boys and flushed with a light rose color, "sleep with him. She, er, wasn't so keen on the idea, but then he said that he loved her and, well..." She trailed off and flushed a deeper shade, biting her lip.
"Anyways, after they were done, he just stood up, got dressed, and told her that he didn't have any feelings for her. He had just said he loved her to trick her into it," she finished with melancholy, leaning back into a normal sitting position.
Ron looked appalled. Harry would put down a significant amount of galleons on a bet that he looked the same way.
"What a right prick," Harry bluntly stated after a minute. He could think of nothing more appropriate to say.
"Harry! Language!" Hermione admonished, glancing as Ron as if to say that the ginger-haired boy had better not imitate the black-haired one, "Though I suppose if anyone deserves to be called that, it's him. Poor Parvati..."
They finished dinner with little further incident. Planning to head back to Gryffindor tower, the three friends had stood and meandered toward the entryway of the Hall when Harry felt a bony hand on his shoulder. He swiveled his head to see its owner, and was met by the serene crooked visage of none other than Albus Dumbledore.
"Hello, Harry," he greeted joyfully, then turned to Ron and Hermione, "and hello to you too, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger. I trust your day was pleasant?" His raspy voice had a musical quality to it, Harry mused.
They each nodded, and Dumbledore smiled brightly in response.
"Lovely. Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, do either of you mind if I borrow Harry here for a little while? Assuming, of course, that he himself has no objection." He turned his mischievous eyes, surrounded by wrinkles ranging from great ravines to minuscule markings, back to Harry. Harry shook his head in response.
"Er, no professor." Ron and Hermione responded in a similar manner, and Dumbledore's benevolent smile became even more pronounced.
"Wonderful. Now then, Harry, if you would just accompany me back to my office..."
With that, Dumbledore whisked Harry through the corridors and up several ever-shifting staircases, chatting all the while about some delightful new muggle candy he had recently discovered. Harry didn't quite have the heart to tell the elderly wizard that he had never particularly liked chocolate and mint when they were put together.
By the time Hogwarts's Headmaster had begun to detail what his favorite type of candy wrappers were like (metallic gold, and they didn't crackle when opened), they had reached the stone gargoyle at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
"Fizzing Whizzbees," Dumbledore piped up cheerfully, and the gargoyle moved to allow them entry. He trotted up the twisting staircase lightheartedly, Harry following dutifully behind him, wondering what the whole thing was even about.
When at last they entered Dumbledore's office, Harry felt as if his heart had suddenly died, grown cold, and plopped into his stomach.
Snape was already in the office.
They knew.
Oh, Merlin.
They knew.
There was no other explanation, really. Why else would Dumbledore have called both him and Snape into his office at the same time, merely a day after the incident? There was no other plausible reason. Harry parted his suddenly-chapped lips, intending to confess everything before they had a chance accuse him, but Snape spoke first.
"Headmaster, what is the meaning of this? Why have you brought Potter here?" He growled, looking mildly irritated. Harry was confused. Didn't Snape already know what Harry had done? Why was he acting as though his presence were merely a rather unpleasant surprise?
"Why, Severus, I simply wish to speak with you both, of course. Tea? Lemon drop?"
"No thank you, Headmaster," the potions master replied, sounding no less vexed than before, "but could we quickly address the reason for this unfortunate combination of visitors? I've essays yet to mark."
"I'm sure they can wait just a bit, Severus. What about you, Harry? Tea? Lemon drop?"
"Er, sure, professor. Er, tea, that is." Dumbledore beamed at him, and with a flick of his wand, conjured two cups of what appeared to be heavily pre-sweetened black tea. He handed one to Harry and took a light sip of one himself. Snape glowered at Harry the moment Dumbledore wasn't looking, accusing him with his piercing obsidian orbs of making the inane visit even longer. Harry swallowed involuntarily and averted his gaze from that of his teacher.
"So, Harry, Severus," Dumbledore began again after a few gulps of the hot drink, "how have your classes been going?"
Harry waited a moment for Snape to respond, but the silence that permeated the room seemed evidence enough that the man had no intention of saying anything at all. Harry had to fend for himself against the incessant small talk of the grandfatherly-no, Harry decided, great-grandfatherly, if that was a word-Hogwarts headmaster sitting before him.
"Erm, good. I guess. I dunno," Harry responded eloquently.
Snape snorted quite audibly in amusement. Dumbledore, however, was far more kind in his response and bestowed a benevolent smile upon the boy.
"That's lovely, Harry. And you, Severus? How are your classes?"
The man shot Dumbledore a look that Harry couldn't describe with a word better than "grumpy", and sighed as though the weight of the world had been plopped onto this bony shoulders the moment Dumbledore had asked the question.
"My classes are going as expected."
Snape sounded as though he were proclaiming that every student enrolled in his class deserved nothing more than to burn in the deepest depths of hell.
"Wonderful," Dumbledore chirped, and Harry entertained a notion that Dumbledore actually saw an alternate reality in which Harry Potter was capable of more than stunted, awkward responses and Severus Snape happily chatted his days away and did not give off the impression of wanting to maim anyone who spoke to him when not absolutely necessary. What a happy reality that must be, Harry mused. It would certainly explain a few things about Dumbledore himself.
"So," Dumbledore began yet again, "I understand that you, Harry, are taking Severus' class again. Is that right?"
Harry nodded and Snape rolled his eyes.
"Obviously. Merlin forbid he not grow up to be an Auror like his father."
Here, finally, Dumbledore's gaze sharpened.
"Severus," he warned in an icier tone than before. His eyes too contained a hint of a chill in their light blue depths.
Snape made a point of looking away.
Dumbledore sighed, and for a moment looked exactly his age, though Harry realized had no idea what that actually was.
"I suppose you both are eager to know why I have asked you to join me this evening," he said quietly.
Snape's gaze snapped back to Dumbledore and he nodded swiftly and decisively. Harry, for his part, felt terrified. His heart, though he had previously thought it to be dead, gave a huge and altogether unwelcome jolt in his stomach. This was it. Dumbledore would reveal that he knew what Harry had done. Harry would be expelled. The boy gnawed at his lip. He tentatively nodded.
"I was hoping," here the man steepled his fingers before himself, "that the two of you would not mind resuming a private class you abandoned not quite two years ago."
What?
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, hell.
Snape looked murderous.
"What?" the man hissed out in disbelieving rage, "Do you honestly think that, after what he did, I would even consider attempting to teach him Occlumency again? It is out of the question, Headmaster. My answer is no." He crossed his arms in defiance, his relentless eyes a fiery shade of ebony.
For once, perhaps the only time until that very moment, Harry agreed with the hook-nosed man entirely. He worked up the nerve to look at Dumbledore, and added,
"I don't think that would be a good idea, sir. It wouldn't do much good anyway. I can't seem to learn it." His tone was much more sheepish in comparison to Snape's, but the message was clear.
Dumbledore's expression grew weary, but his eyes still held a hint of steel in their gaze.
"I am afraid that was not a question. I'm sorry to say that it was not even a request. While it saddens me that neither of you would like to participate in such lessons once again, regardless of your feelings on the matter, you must continue them."
There was a moment of tense silence. Snape visibly seethed. Harry felt utterly doomed. Dumbledore held perfectly still. Fawkes burst into flame and a tiny naked chick was left in his place.
Dumbledore smiled at the baby bird.
"Oh, my. What a time to do a thing like that, Fawkes."
The fragile thing lifted its heavy head and let out a soft, gargled chirp in response. Dumbledore chuckled.
"Ah, the beauty of the phoenix truly lies in its rebirth. This may be silly of me to hope," he took a moment to look each of them directly in the eyes, "but I would hope that you two would also let your relationship experience a kind of rebirth. This does not have to be the disaster it was before."
Harry had to wonder who the aged wizard believed he was talking to. Snape appeared equally skeptical.
"Headmaster, the boy clearly has no regard for privacy," the greasy git hissed through his teeth, "I refuse to give him half an opportunity to repeat the abominable incident that occurred previously."
A sudden, searing anger bubbled from within Harry. Snape spoke as though he had not deliberately searched for things equally traumatic to Harry in the process of the lessons. He had no right to act so self-righteous. He was just as bad, if not worse, than Harry.
"Like you're one to talk!" Harry yelled, "You dug through my mind looking for bad memories! I just looked into a pensieve that you had left out in the open for anybody to look through if they walked in. What if one of your Death Eater pals had decided to show up? He probably could have found something in there that showed that you aren't really loyal to Voldemort!" Harry stopped, panting hard, and wondered when he had stood up from his chair.
Snape looked shocked at the outburst, then his face morphed into a furious sneer.
"Potter," He spat as though Harry were the grime he had found on the bottom of his shoe, "I-"
"Enough!" Dumbledore cut off whatever doubtlessly horrid thing the potions master had been about to say, "This is exactly the type of behavior I demand you cease!"
His eyes sliced through Harry, and he at once felt like a child caught in some disgustingly foolish act.
"You two will cooperate. Severus, you will teach Harry Occlumency. Harry, you will learn it to the absolute best of your ability. And above all, the both of you will respect each other and each other's privacy! If I am to find that either of you do not comply, I will be forced to take drastic measures. Have I made myself clear?"
There was only shocked silence in the wake of the booming proclamation from the normally-calm man. After a moment, Harry worked up the nerve to speak.
"Yes, professor." Dumbledore gave Harry a small, weary smile.
"Thank you, Harry. And you, Severus?"
Snape nodded bitterly. Dumbledore's smile grew a smidge wider.
"Wonderful. I believe that this coming Friday would be a good time for the first lesson, if neither of you object." While the silence suggested that neither of them did, everyone in the room knew that nothing could be further from the truth.
"Perfect. Now, that was all I had to tell you. If you'd like to, I'd love to have you here for a little while longer," Dumbledore's knobby hands clapped together for emphasis, "but I would understand if you must go. It is getting rather late, after all."
Snape stood immediately, the legs of his chair scraping loudly against the floor in his haste to stand. He gave both other occupants of the room a short glance, then in one movement whirled to face the other way. He swooped from the room, cloak billowing after him, and slammed the wooden door behind him. Harry released a breath he hadn't even realized his aching lungs had been holding in.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Ah, Severus. I fear he is not very happy with me." He shared a twinkly conspiratorial glance with Harry. "Now, what about you, my boy? I have more tea," he offered imploringly. Harry shook his head.
"Er, no thanks, professor. I really ought to get to work on my assignments," he replied in a rather weak excuse. For some reason or another, he really didn't want to spend an extra minute with the kindly old man who was arguably the greatest wizard alive.
Dumbledore's face, wrinkled like a sheet that had never seen an iron, fixed itself into a slightly disappointed, but still understanding, smile.
"Perfectly understandable, my boy. Have a good night," He responded.
"You too, sir." Harry stood, pulled open the door on its rather creaky hinges, and walked down the chilly stone steps. He began in the direction of Gryffindor tower, mulling over what had just happened. Occlumency lessons. Huh. There was an unpleasant surprise.
Harry reached the tower, spoke the password to the rather plump woman in the door-sized portrait guarding it, and entered. He was immediately accosted by his two best friends.
"Harry!" Hermione greeted enthusiastically, "you're back! What did Professor Dumbledore want?" She brushed some of her tumbleweed-like hair back behind her ears.
"Yeah, mate, what did he say?" Ron chimed in as the trio sank into a particularly saggy red couch.
Harry glanced around to see if anybody else was listening. Nobody seemed to be, and the roaring fire was crackling loudly enough that most people would have trouble hearing him even if they were.
"Well, first he just talked about candy and stuff, but then, we got to his office and Snape was there."
"What? What was he doing there?" Hermione questioned, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Have you been doing poorly in his class?"
Harry sighed in irritation.
"I was just getting to that, Hermione. And no, I haven't been-er, well, I haven't been doing any more poorly in his class than normal, anyway."
Hermione gave him a look that suggested that that was bad enough, and Ron grinned at Harry in amusement. Harry cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Er, anyway, Snape was there. Dumbledore chatted some more, and it was kinda weird. But then Dumbledore said that we had to restart," he scanned the common room again to be sure nobody was eavesdropping, and dropped his voice, " 'Remedial Potions' lessons."
Ron's eyebrow's jumped above the the fringe of his carrot-colored hair.
"You're joking!"
"Nope," Harry responded resignedly. "Anyways, Snape got mad and yelled some stuff, and then I got mad and yelled some stuff, and then Dumbledore got mad too and he yelled that we had to do it and get along or else. We said yes, but neither of us wanted to, and then we left."
Ron and Hermione gaped at him. It was Hermione that spoke first.
"You really shouldn't have let your anger get the better of you, Harry," she scolded.
"Oh, come off it 'Mione, anybody wants to start shouting when that greasy old bat is around," Ron defended Harry. "Anyway, Harry, what was Dumbledore threatening with the whole 'or else' bit? And why did he bring this whole thing up again now?"
"I dunno," replied Harry glumly, "but I'm fairly certain I don't want to find out."
The group of friends chatted about more regular things for a time after that, and they worked on some homework together. After a while, however, talk of Quidditch and Charms class grew boring to Harry, so he opted to head to bed slightly early. Once in his dormitory, he began stripping of his school robes only to feel something rectangular and thin in his pocket. He slid it out.
The envelope was enticing in its ivory innocuous ordinariness. Harry could hardly believe that he had forgotten it until that moment. He started to open it, but paused.
What if the letter was cursed? There was no reason it wouldn't be, really. It was, after all, rather suspicious. Its unmarked exterior only pointed to the fact that the sender may not have wanted anybody to know who he was. That could hardly mean anything good.
Harry pondered the letter in his hand. What it if was important, though? Wasn't it worth the risk? What if it gave him some clue as to what was going on in the war?
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Harry ripped open the envelope and unfolded the paper within.
Nothing happened.
Harry exhaled slowly and shakily.
He scanned the letter.
His eyes widened.
"That's...impossible."
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AN: Hello again! It's me, just like I promised.
I hope you liked the chapter. It's more a set up for what's to come, but I tried to make it good. It's also about twice as long as chapter one. No Voldy in this one, though, so sorry. :(
Anyways, perhaps the main thing I want to address is that my summary kinda sucks. I AM TAKING SUGGESTIONS FOR A BETTER SUMMARY. Please, please, please help me out here...
Anyway, please review! I really just can't say how much I adore them, and I respond to each one, assuming you aren't anonymous or have disabled your PMs. Even then, I still love getting the reviews. Feel free to ask any questions you may have, too. :)
By the way, I'm pretty sure that this chapter was clear, but I feel like summarizing it just in case. :)
First, harry wuz all lyke OMG wut if lyke peeple kno what happened last night! :O But then they didn't so he was all lyke "k kool :)' but in hiz hed. But then this owl wuz all lyke OMG HARRY OMG ATTAAAAACK!and it gave him a letter. then harry and ron were all lyke "wut is this?" but hermyoneee wuz all lyke "OMG TRANZFIGURASHUNS AAHHH!" then everything wuz boring. But then they 8 dinner and that one chick wuz all lyke D: to her ex and stuff. then dumbles wuz all lyke ":) oh hai harry i like candy come talk 2 me." but it wuz a trap cuz SNAPE WUZ THERE!1!one! and dumbles talked a bunch and snape wuz all :( and harry wuz all .; .; and dumbles wuz all "OCCLUMENCY iz kool again do it or else!" and snape was all :O and harry wuz all :O and then snape left and then harry left. then ron and that one chick whoz name starts with H were all lyke "WUT HAPPND HAIRY?" and harry told them. then he went to the doormitoree and pulled out the letter and opened it and waz all lyke O.O. the end.
Let me know if you liked the summary or found it helpful in any way. I'm thinking of doing one at the end of every chapter. :D