Hello people. Well, after my loverly long stint of updating quickly, it wore off. Sorry, life went crazy, but hey, now school is over, wahoo!!! I'm psyched!!!! Anyway, I'd love some constructive criticism, and if anyone feels like it, they can make recommendations for the plot. Please tell me if something annoys you, or you don't think something is as cannon as it should be or anything like that. Usually when I do that, I get an angry reply about how flamers can go to hell, even when I say it politely, but be not alarmed! I want to hear it.

If I owned Harry Potter, why the hell would I post this on a FAN fiction website?

It was a Saturday morning in late October, and a slight figure stood over a wooden table in the Griffindor common room, her wispy black mop of hair in a snarly mess that suggested she had opted against brushing it for the time being.

Nessy swirled her wand.

"Bareglio!" she proclaimed sharply.

The blue pineapple sitting on the desk in front of her gave a start, and immediately began a rendition of the Can- Can.

"No you bloody idiot!" Shouted Nessy frustratedly (the blue pineapple turned a bit purply, and quivered to an embarrassed halt) "You're supposed to tap- dance! Not Can- Can! Now lets try this again... Bareglio!"

The pineapple darkened and swiveled around, clearly offended.

"Don't give me that attitude! I'm not the one who can't tap dance!" the pineapple remained unchanged.

"Merlin, Nessy, how many times have you charmed that thing?" Ron commented as he and Harry scrambled through the portrait hole, coming from breakfast. Harry's eyes widened at the defiant pineapple.

"I've been at this all morning! I think I did something to make it inteligent. This thing hates me!" Nessy practically screamed, slumping backwards onto a chair. Meanwhile, the pineapple was shifting a bit guiltily, and didn't seem as dark a blue .

"Is it alive?" Asked Harry curiously, bending down so he was eye level with the tabletop, and consequently, the pineapple.

It swiveled angrily again, and began to roll away.

"No! Wait, please! I'm sorry I yelled at you! I didn't mean it!" Nessy cried. But it was too late. The navy pineapple had already rolled off the table and out of sight.

"Sneaky little thing isn't it?" Ron commented, but Harry still looked a little taken aback.

"Makes you wonder about eating pineapple" he said with a frown on his face. There was a thump somewhere to their left, which made them assume that wherever the conscious pineapple had taken refuge, it was still listening.

Nessy sighed and put her feet up on the desk that had served as the pineapple's dance floor. "So what are you two up to?"

She knew something was wrong from the looks they gave each other. Those kind of looks always proceeded a planned confrontation. Those kind of looks were universal introduction to awkward subjects. She braced herself for another grilling on the stone. For the first few days after she told them about it, the only thing they discussed was the stone.

Did she know anything else about it? Had her father told her where it was hidden? Was it really in that much danger?

The questions were endless, and so were the arguments. Hermione didn't understand why the stone was in any danger, what with Dumbledore and Hogwarts protecting it. "And even if it is in danger," she would say "Why are we responsible to keep it safe? What can we do that the teachers can't?"

"The teachers aren't gods Hermione, so stop treating them like they are!'' Ron would reply, to which Hermione would huff in a way that suggested a bird ruffling it's feathers.

Harry would just say they needed to be sure, no matter how much protection the stone had, that Voldemort couldn't get his hands on it.

And as much as she tried, Hermione could never really argue with that.

And so, as Nessy watched her father and her uncle exchange that look, she braced herself to not let on how much she knew of the protections surrounding the stone. One slip up had been enough. She was just lucky they weren't more suspicious.

With that final thought, it is unsurprising that Nessy froze solid the moment Ron opened his mouth to say...

"Nessy, Who's your father?"

A solid block of eternity passed before Nessy found herself able to blink. Then with that tiny flicker of her eyelids, she broke her trance, and promptly fell out of her chair.

"Huh?"

"Nessy! "

She scrambled back into the chair, hastily stood up to adjust her pajamas, and sat back down in an almost dignified manner. Harry and Ron did nothing. They were to busy starring at the comedy unfolding before them.

"Um, what guys?" Nessy said unconvincingly.

"Your father, Nessy. What did he do? How did he know about the stone? What else did he tell you?"

Relief traced her eyes, and soaked down towards her mouth, where it released a sigh of "Oh, is that what you meant?"

Ron and Harry exchanged another look, but this one was of puzzlement.

"What else would we mean?" Harry ventured.

"Nothing, I- Nothing at all." Nessy clipped off at a speed to match her heart rate from seconds before.

There was a pause.

"Well?" prompted Harry.

"Well what?"

"Nessy!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, alright? It's just still a bit of a sore subject"

Harry fixed her a short stare that meant he didn't quite believe her, but didn't comment.

Nessy took a deep breath, scraping desperately for time to make up a story.

"Well," She said...

TBC I didn't want to end the chapter here, and it's very short, but I'm tired, I just had my final exam, and I wanted to post something. Expect part 2 tomorrow.

Criticize me people!

ta.