AN: I'm very glad that all of you are enjoying this fic. To be honest I didn't think it would go over all that well.

Disclaimer... (ok... I put one in the first chapter, but ah well... I don't own anything but the plot and (unless the withstanding of my hold on the interrogator drops) the Interrogator...

Pinintertion Pt. II

Pointless Interrogation

Part II

They went to another room...

"... and that is who the Power Puff Girls' are," Hermione had just got done explaining just, who, exactly the Power Puff Girls are. Every one in the room went, 'Aaah'

"Alright, ten minute break..." said Minister of Magic. The others began to leave the room and Ron walked up to Harry. Hermione followed Ron and stood by his side. Once the room was cleared Ron said, "Ok, Harry... We're the only ones in the room now, so you can tell us... Why are you here?"

Harry seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, before speaking, "I don't know"

Hermione and Ron shared a look. "What do you mean you don't know?"

Harry stared at them as if they had just asked him to do the hokey pokey wearing a pink tutu, slytherin green slippers, a blue scarf, and a top hat. Or I suppose the over done 'as if they had grown two heads' would do.

"I Don't Know.." He said. 'I heard the capitals in that sentence,' thought Hermione, while Ron was making a face.

"Harry, Why are we here?" asked Ron. "I don't know why we are here, Ron." Said Harry exasperatedly.

"Harry, we are your friends... You know you can tell us anything, right?" Said Hermione softly.

"But, I. Don't. Know." said Harry staring at them.

"But you have to know!" sputtered Ron and Hermione simultaneously.

"Ok, if you're so smart, You tell me why we're here" said Harry.

"I don't know why we're here that's why I asked you!" cried Ron.

"But, you're my friends, you can tell me anything." said Harry.

"But we asked you first!" said Hermione indignantly.

"Yeah.." Ron agreed.

"Ah, but I asked you second..." said Harry calmly.

"Yea, but first counts more..." said Ron.

"Ah, but considering the reverse of this... the first shall be last and the last shall be first..." said Harry with a smirk.

Hermione stared at him oddly, but Ron stared at him as if he were a chicken running around with it's head chopped off spewing blood everywhere and... ahem...yea... one of 'those' looks.

"That made no sense what so ever..." said Hermione slowly.

"Did it now?" asked Harry.

"Stop changing the subject..." said Ron.

"I didn't." said Harry.

"Ok... FINE.. Don't tell us why we're here." said Hermione in exasperation.

"ok... I won't." said Harry.

"You mean you KNOW... I knew it... Harry teeeeeellll meeee!" whined Ron.

"No." said Harry simply.

"No, you don't know , or no, to telling 'us' " said Hermione, while glaring at Ron for his omission of her from his sentence.

"Both." Harry said with a shrug.

Hermione stared, Ron sputtered,

(and Naniwoiutennen (Kai) is trying to erase the image of a chicken running around with it's head cut off... a very disturbing thing to be stuck in ones mind... sorry ignore me... I'm alone with chocolate and an over acting imagination)

"Fine." said Hermione. She was going to use reverse psychology. Surely Harry would submit to her super intelligent psychological skills. She had to know why they were there... Why he was being interrogated. Therefore, she would get her answers... yes... She always got her answers... even if there were no answers to get.

"Ron, He doesn't know. It is beyond me how he doesn't know, but as his friends we must believe him. He can't possibly tell us what he doesn't know..." said Hermione in fierce determination. Ron wondered if she had lost her mind. "Hermione... There is no way that he doesn't know. This bloody thing is about him. He has to know. He's Harry Potter... He's our friend... He..."

Harry interrupted, "is standing right here. Thank you very much. However, I doubt that it is beyond you, Hermione, how I don't know, seeing as neither you nor Ron know either "

Hermione glared... Then inspiration hit. 'Dumbledor... He knows all... and He always had a way to get Harry to talk... yes... Headmaster Dumbledor will have my answers...' She thought.

Her eyes had a gleam.

Harry frowned.

Ron gulped.

And a ignored, hidden, and vaguely annoyed interrogator wondered why these ten minutes felt longer than they should.

End Part II