LunaShadows: Sorry, but I'm afraid it's true. Mrs. Weasley does die in my story Aftermath. However, don't worry. Anyone else in that story that isn't dead yet won't die. Everyone will pull through somehow. Did you seriously have that dream, though? Weird! Cool, making fun of Voldemort and all, but definitely weird!

CrAzYaNdPsYcHo-Yeah, I am evil (well, a little, anyway), though you have to admit, he only got a taste of what he really deserved! Glad you liked my realistic depiction of him, and don't worry, I'll continue writing!

Nosilla-Glad you enjoyed your Fourth of July. So you really liked that part you quoted, eh? Good! Cause he deserves worse, but if I gave it to him, I'd be as bad as he is. About that little bit at the end of the review, are you sure you aren't part vampire? (Sly wink) Just kidding, but you do sound at least as evil as I am! (Which, thankfully, isn't a lot!)

YelloWitchGrl-Not a problem about the Internet. I'm just glad you liked it! Sorry about the problems you mentioned. It is hard to write in first person, add that to the fact that I only had a limited time to type, well you see the result. And yes, it was Malfoy I was going on about. I deliberately never use anyone's name in this story. I haven't made up my mind why, though.

Disclaimer: See previous chapters

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Well, I can't say it was dark and stormy this time! I can't even truthfully say that it was at night. Nope, this time it was in the middle of a bright, sunny day. I was out walking my niece's dog, which I am taking care of while she's gone, and I thought I heard some footsteps behind me. But when I stopped and glanced back, no one was there. I shrugged and continued on.

I stopped before I had gone five steps. I knew I heard footsteps, but I couldn't see anybody! "Who's there?" I called, looking behind me again. "You may be hiding, but I can hear you. Show yourself!" I commanded.

"I think you know who I am. Do you really need to see me?"

"Fine. But what do you want?"

"Why don't you finish your walk so we can discuss it inside?"

"All right, fine. Have it your way!" I said, then muttered "After all, why should I care if someone just barges right into my home without an invitation?"

"Careful what you say. I've got an Extendible Ear.Quite clever of Fred and George, and so nice of them to give them to me for free. Not that I needed the discount."

I gritted my teeth and walked up my driveway, trying to grab a hold of the keys in my pocket. I finally obtained them, and after a little more fumbling, I managed to get the correct key in the lock.

When I got inside, I briefly considered slamming and locking the door, but I realized that he could and would just unlock it with his wand.

I hung the keys up above the fireplace, took the leash off the dog, and as soon as I heard my stalker walk in the door, I closed it.

"Now, what's the meaning of this?" I asked the raven-haired boy who materialized out of nowhere in front of me.

He dropped the silvery cloak onto the chair and spoke. "I want to discuss what you made Snape do, and right in front of my eyes, no less!" I could swear sparks were shooting out of his eyes.

"Huh?" I replied in confusion. "What do you mean, what I made Snape do?"

"You know (he used a curse word) well what I'm talking about! When Malfoy couldn't make himself do it, Snape just swooped in, and bang, just like that he— "

"But I haven't written a thing for a couple of weeks now!" I interrupted, finally understanding what he was so angry about. "That was Rowling who did that, not me!"

He blinked a couple of times, looking like he'd had ice water thrown in his face. "Are you sure?" was what he finally managed to force out of his mouth.

"I'm positive. You think I don't know what I have and have not done? Yes, you can definitely lay the blame for all your woes at the feet of the real author, J. K. Rowling!"

"Oh," was all he could say, as he sank onto the chair, grief plain on his face. It looked like tears were threatening to spill from his eyes, so I turned away hastily away. He didn't need a witness to his grief!

Sure enough, as soon as I looked away, quiet sobs could be heard behind me; I quickly and quietly shuffled out of the room to give him some privacy.

It was some time before I got the courage to peek back into the room. He was a little red at the corners of his eyes, but other than that, there was no evidence of tears.

"Well, when you catch up to Snape, go easy on him. Remember that vow you overheard him talking about? He was tricked into making his deed a part of that vow."

"Oh, and how do you know this?"

"It was something the author put in the book. Oh, by the way, before you go, could you answer one little question?"

"It seems you have already, but I'll allow another."

"Thanks. How come the dog didn't react to your presence?"

"I am not real. Therefore, I have no smell. And only the person I come to visit can see or hear me."

"Well, that explains things—hey, wait a minute, then why did you bring your invisibility cloak?"

"I wanted to give you a shock. I guess it didn't work. You seem to have a keen sense of hearing." And with those words, he jumped up, grabbed his cloak, and disappeared.

I guess this is another experience to write about. And even if no one believes me, they'll enjoy the story. With that thought, I hunted up my writing materials, took the five-minute walk to the library, and typed up my experience.