CHAPTER FOUR

Me said: If i was you I would never, ever write another word again.

I say: If you *were* me...oh yes, you would. Because, you see, you'd be me (instead of Me) and then you'd be tap-tap-tapping away at the keyboard.

I will make it very clear: you cannot and never will be able to write.

Oh, a challenge! Very well, I shall work on my fine motor skills and raise you one: I'll be a calligrapher.

Araminta practically slammed into the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to Dumbledore's office, but she managed to avoid bumping (and breaking!) her nose just in the nick of time. "O-pen o-pen o-pen o-pen," she chanted, hopping up and down like a jumping bean. "Let me in, damn you! Oh, Merlin help me. Let's see." She ran through the list of sweets she knew.

"Chocolate Frogs?"

Nothing.

"Gummi Peaches?"

Nothing.

"Cockroach Clusters?"

Nothing.

"Root Beer Barrels?"

Nothing.

"Pixie Stix?"

Nothing.

"Dove Bars?"

Nothing.

"Beeman's?"

Nothing.

"Cinnamon Bears?"

Nothing.

"Reese's Pieces?"

Nothing.

"Candy Canes?"

Nothing.

"Ring Pops?"

Nothing.

"Pop Rocks?"

Still nothing. Araminta tapped her foot impatiently. She was about to go insane, literally insane with need to see Harry! What could the password be?

"Mars Bars? No, nobody likes those. Butterfingers?"

Nothing.

"Jelly Bellies?"

Nothing.

"Red licorice?"

The statue jiggled a little bit.

"Ooh, I must be getting warmer." Araminta scratched her head. "Black licorice?"

The statue jiggled a little harder.

Araminta clapped her hands. "I've got it! Mike and Ikes!"

The stone gargoyle moved out of the way and allowed Araminta to bound up the steps to Dumbledore's office. When she got to the top, she thought that she could hear people talking. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard several voices.

"But Ma, you gotta trust me! This chick is one fine piece of boo-tay! And she's rich, too! I tell you, we'll just avoid any pre-nups...you know I could, er, convince Hermione that they aren't necessary."

A deeper male voice chimed in. "He did learn from the best."

A woman's voice answered. "I'll believe her when I see her. Nobody's that perfect."

"Oh yes she is, Ma."

Araminta recognized that voice! "Harry!" she cried, opening the doors. What she saw made her stop in her tracks.

A/N Sorry for the cliffie! I might not be able to update until Thursday because I'll be busy with school. *sniff*