I know, I know, it's been a week. School is really bad :(:( And now I've gotten some kind of flu (though not the swine one, hopefully :b) ... but maybe that'll give me more time to write? öö Who knows? :) This chappie is longer than the other ones though, so I hope you'll forgive me :b

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Anywho. I'll see you at the end of the chappie with some more rambling :)

- CHAPPIE 7: WHERE DID EVERYTHING GO? -

On the Monday after Bob's detour to the dungeons (and Voldemort receiving Snape's letter), our three heroes were on their way to Care of Magical Creatures. They had just finshed lunch after a double lesson with Snape, being even more nasty to Harry, Ron and Hermione than usual – which was saying a lot. They did not doubt for one second that it was because of Bob. Ron was even angrier with the llama than ever before when they were finally allowed to leave the Dungeons. He was still going on about it when they were walking down to Hagrid's with the rest of the class.

"... wasn't our bloody fault that the bloody thing turned up and decided to eat that git's table," he grumbled angrily. "How were we supposed to know it would do that? It's not normal!"

"Calm down, Ron," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "Snape's not a fair teacher, he never has been."

"I know, but he's just worse than ever, and it's all that bloody animal's fault!"

"He's right, Hermione," Harry said dully. "He wasn't even that bad when Lupin was teaching."

"Are you talking about me?"

The Trio turned around and saw, to their surprise, that Remus Lupin was standing there, smiling.

"Well, kinda, but-- you know, not really, I-- What-- what're you doing here?" Harry blurted out.

"Well, Dumbledore believes Voldemort may be up to something," said Lupin grimly. "And he asked me to look a little bit into this whole llama business too."

"Can't you take Bob with you when you leave?" said Ron hopefully.

"Ron!" said Hermione indignantly. "The best place for Bob to be is obviously at Hogwarts!"

"Why?! All he can do is eat the whole bloody castle--"

"But we still don't know why he's here, don't you think it's best that he's here where Dumbledore--"

"Dumbledore's just having fun with leaving him to us, I'll bet--"

"He wouldn't—"

Harry turned to Lupin, who was looking amused at Ron and Hermione who kept arguing.

"They do that all the time," he said dully.

"They remind me of another two Hogwarts students I knew," said Lupin, smiling. "Anyway, I will have to go now. Dumbledore is waiting for me in his office. Say goodbye to them for me, will you? I expect I'll see you later, Harry."

"Yeah, see you."

Lupin left, leaving Harry alone with Ron and Hermione, who were now shouting very loudly at each other.

"RON, YOU ARE SO IMMATURE, I CAN'T BELIEVE--"

"OH YEAH? WELL JUST BECAUSE I'M NOT READING TEN BOOKS A DAY--"

"I DO NOT--"

"GUYS!"

Ron and Hermione broke off. They looked at Harry, both looking like they had forgotten he was there, then looked around, confused.

"Where's Lupin?" asked Ron.

"He left. He told me to say goodbye to you, he had to go see Dumbledore and you guys were arguing too much so he couldn't talk to you."

They blushed.

"Well, come on then," said Hermione, looking embarrased. "Let's-- let's go down to Hagrid's, we'll be late if we don't hurry."

They hurried down to Hagrid's, not speaking as Ron and Hermione were still very red in the face and Harry was fighting hard not to laugh. The rest of the class was already there when they got there, and a second after they arrived, Hagrid came out of his hut.

"Alrigh' class!" he said, beaming at them. "Let's get ter work! Follow me!"

He started walking and the class followed him, all expecting to go into the Forbidden Forest to look at some (though probably not in Hagrid's opinion) dangerous creature. However, Hagrid stopped walking much sooner than anyone expected, resulting in Dean and Seamus bumping into him and falling to the ground.

"Now, where's the bloody thing?" Hagrid mumbled to himself, looking around.

Harry suddenly felt something breathing down his neck. He turned around and saw, to his great surprise, that it was Bob, looking with something like uncertainty at him, Ron and Hermione.

"Blimey," said Ron, now having spotted Bob too. "What's he doing here?"

They turned to face Hagrid.

"Well, I thought he'd be an int'restin' subject!" he said happily, completely ignorant to their accusing stares. "Besides, yeh'll need ter know something' about llamas now yeh've go' one, eh?"

"But Hagrid, this is Care of Magical Creatures!" said Hermione accusingly. "Llamas aren't magical!"

"Well," began Hagrid, now looking slightly uncomfortable, "who says non-magical creatures aren' int'restin'? Yeh're goin' ter take care of this guy for some time I expect, so yeh might as well learn somethin' about him!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione had to agree that they did indeed need to know a bit more about llamas, since even Hermione found Bob a mystery. They nodded. Hagrid beamed.

"Alrigh', class! Today we're goin' ter be studyin' llamas!"

There was a loud snort from the Slytherins.

"Why do we have to study llamas?" asked Draco Malfoy. "We're not the ones who need to live with one, are we? If my father knew about this ..."

"Well, your father's busy being Voldemort's right hand, isn't he?" said Harry hotly.

There were loud gasps around the group when Harry said Voldemort's name. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't anyone have anything to eat? I'm starving here!" came a shout from the trees.

Ron groaned.

"Really, I should have a bat in my bag ..."

"Who're you?" asked Malfoy in a very rude manner, looking the Author (for of course it was her) up and down, as though determining if she was worth his attention.

"Honestly, you people have got to learn to be polite – don't your parents teach you manners?"

Hagrid cleared his throat.

"Uh, 'scuse me, but yeh're kinda interrupting my class," he said.

"Oh!" she said, her eyes widening. "I'm so sorry, I'll be going now – unless anoyone has any something to eat?"

Harry, Ron and Hermione glared at her.

"Apparently not," she sighed. "Really, I'm starving around here. It's not fair, it's my story! Well, I'll go ask Remus then ... Bye, Ronald."

She winked at Ron (this made Ron look even angrier) and left.

They spent the rest of the lesson studying Bob and learning everything Hagrid knew about llamas. Which wasn't much, to be honest, but since Bob kept bouncing and seemed incredibly excited to be outside, Harry, Ron and Hermione used most of the lesson trying to prevent him from bouncing off into the Forbidden Forest or jumping at other students in excitement. Not to mention keeping him away from Ron's hair.

Malfoy kept complaining loudly, but after a while even the Slytherins got tired of listening to him.

"This isn't a real lesson, though these lessons usually can't be quialified as 'school' anyway ... We never learn anything from that great oaf, I'll make sure to tell father about this ..."

And he went on and on like that, not realising that no one was listening.

But Malfoy's whining had given Harry an idea. He had been so busy with taking care of Bob, homework and his grumbling that he hadn't even thought of this before, but now it seemed like such an obvious thought ...

Malfoy had to know something. He just had to know something about Voldemort, what he was up to – his father was a Death Eater after all, and Malfoy was of course a fan of Voldemort, and Lucius Malfoy would most certainly babble about his Lord's plans at home. Maybe Malfoy had even told the other Slytherins things about it. Lupin had said that Dumbledore thought Voldemort was up to something – surely it would involve one of his most devoted Death Eaters? And if Voldemort had anything to do with Bob, wouldn't there be a chance that Malfoy knew something? Maybe Malfoy was even part of Voldemort's plan – could he have been the one who put Bob there?

Harry was so absorbed in his own thoughts that when Bob suddenly took his glasses and started to eat them, he was so caught off guard that it took him a while to realise what was happening. And by that time it was already too late.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Let go!"

But Bob wasn't letting go. Well, at least Harry didn't think he was. Without his glasses, his sight was very blurred.

"Harry, he, er ..." said Ron's voice from behind him, sounding suspiciously much like he was fighting the urge to break out laughing. "He ate them, mate."

"I noticed," said Harry grumpily, turning around towards what looked like a black blob with red on top.

"I can hardly see anything," he mumbled, walking slowly forwards and falling over a root on the ground, which caused the whole class to laugh.

"Hey, that's not funny!" said Harry, trying to get up but failing. He turned his head towards what he was sure was Hermione, as it appeared to have a brown mop for a head. "Help," he pleaded miserably.

Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him up, then grabbed his arm. A second later Harry felt another hand, which he guessed belonged to Ron, grab his other arm, and they began dragging him back to the castle.

After a while, in which Ron and Hermione argued loudly about whether it had been a good idea for Hagrid to bring Bob to his lesson (they actually agreed that it had been a bad idea, yet somehow they still managed to argue) and Harry ignored them, focusing hard on walking the right way, Harry saw another blob, this time more grey than black, walking towards them. When it came closer it started speaking.

"So she was right ..." it said with Lupin's voice. He sounded slightly amused, and Harry thought he was looking at him.

"Who was right?" Harry asked, looking at what he hoped was Lupin's face, but what was really a window in the castle next to it.

"That 'starving' girl told me you had lost your glasses, Harry."

"Oh, the Author," said Ron, sounding very little amused. "How did she know?"

"Well, I am the Author, thank you very much."

The Author was now standing next to Lupin, carrying something Harry didn't know what was in her hand. He thought it looked a bit like a book maybe, but it was really a sandwhich.

"Oh, I convinced the house-elves to give me something to eat," she said, noticing that everybody was looking at her sandwhich. "Well, Dobby that is. So you can expect to see him around soon. Anyway, I must be going. I have to go-- oh, no I can't tell you that. Plot point. Well ... Bye guys. Ronald."

And she left, humming what Harry, Ron and Hermione recognised as the same song Dumbledore had been humming when they had been walking to the dungeons to get Bob back from Snape's office.

"Well, it was good to see you three," said Lupin. "But I will have to go now, there's work to be done for the Order. You be careful and try not to get into too much trouble. And get some new glasses," he added to Harry. "I'll see you later!"

"We should get back to Gryffindor Tower," said Hermione, and she and Ron grabbed Harry's arms again.

On their way through the castle Ron and Hermione started arguing again, this time about whether or not Lupin was allowed to tell them not to get into trouble when he had been a marauder in his time at Hogwarts and not exactly had a clean record (this time they actually disagreed). Harry ignored them again, just attempting to get up the stairs without tripping.

When they finally reached the common room, Ron lead Harry into a chair by the fire, and Harry was left to sit there, not daring to go anywhere, which gave him time to think about what had distracted him so much that he had been too late to realise that Bob had been eating his glasses.

Was it Malfoy who had let Bob in? He couldn't say he would be surprised – though it seemed rather strange that Voldemort would attack them with a llama, but they had no proof that it wasn't him, not to mention that they had no idea who else it could be. But if it wasn't Voldemort, what else was he up to? If Voldemort's plans had nothing to do with Bob, then what were they about?

"Er, Harry?" said Ron suddenly, sounding a bit uncertain. "Why're you staring at my hair?"

Harry, who had thought he had been looking into the fire, jumped in his chair.

"Oh, er. Sorry, I thought ..."

He turned his head and this time he actually did look at the fire. As he did so, he remembered what Dumbledore had said. Try not to search too much for the people who are responsible for bringing him to this castle. He could think about that later. Right now he needed some new glasses.

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Poor Harry. Ah well, he's been through worse things than that. Like dating Cho. I don't like Cho ... Um. Anyway.

So, as usual, I will ask you to review, please :D I do enjoy reviews. They make me happy. Oh, and btw, in case you guys were wondering, yes, I do love Ron, and I wish to marry Rupert Grint. :D:D:D:D

Oh, oh, and a thing I think I forgot to say last time. I apologise for the absent explanation for Lucius Malfoy being out of Azkaban. I guess Voldy just decided to break him and the other DEs out early, Idk :D:D I just needed a lot of important Death Eater names for something that'll happen soon in this story, so I just figured he might as well be out already. And since there are no Dementoids in Azkaban, it's not really hard for Voldy to break it open. So yah. :D lol I have to admit, there's probably a lotta important canon stuff that's just not in this story, because it doesn't really fit in. I mean, Harry could be really depressed about Sirius dying or something, but that would just make it all angsty, so I don't think it would fit into this story. Even though I love Sirius :'(:'(:'( rip.

So anyhwo. Siriusly, pleeeeeaaaaaseeee review, and get ready for the next chappie - Chappie 8: Hermione's Bad Luck - in which Hermione will be involved in a little accident, and Ron may or may not finally get to beat the Author (/me) up with a baseball bat.