Harry Potter and the Imaginary Friend

Disclaimers: do not own any of J.K Rowling's characters. :(

Beth and any other IF however are mine :)

Chapter name is a play on Curious George, who always ends up in trouble because of his curiosity. :)

Also I know Hermione doesn't get Crookshanks until year three but I'm changing that somewhat. You'll see what I mean.

As a side note; like ghosts, Imaginaries can pass through most walls and doors at will, which means they could potentially go through ceilings and floors. Unless the Imaginary in question has wings though an Imaginary like Beth would be unable to 'float' up to a ceiling like ghosts could and she would be less likely to drop through the floor as she could hurt herself depending on the distance of the drop or suffocate if she 'phased' into the ground for too long, she still needs to breathe ya know. :)

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Chapter Nine: Curious Harry

The next day started off early for Harry and for Hermione as well to his surprise. While Ron remained snoring in bed, both of Harry and Hermione were up and in the common room before the others, wanting to mail off their letters to their family. Beth excused herself to Harry shortly after they got to the common room and told him she would be walking the grounds to see if there was any immediate danger, morning patrols as it were, and he wished her good luck. Sadly, he'd forgotten to ask if she knew where the Owlery was as it turned out neither he nor Hermione knew its' location and thus had to wait for an older student.

Percy was the next student to wake up and come down the stairs that led to and from the boys rooms. He was a bit shocked to see both first years until they explained what they needed. He'd given a smile and told him that he definitely understood, especially if they were feeling homesick and swiftly led them up to the owlery, pointing out markers for the youngsters so they could find their way more easily if they tried to go on their own next time.

He also explained how much weight the owls could carry, since they were magical creatures that were pretty much the owl equivalent to wizards in humans, which caused Harry to reopen his letter and write out a quick p.s. to his aunt to just wrap up the items he wanted in a parcel and give them to Hedwig as she could easily handle the weight.

Percy then led them both up to the owlery and hung back near the entrance to give them some time; Harry to talk to his pet and Hermione to find an owl she liked and was willing to take her post so early in the morning. Harry was glad to see Hedwig and greeted her happily as she landed next to him on one of the resting posts. Hermione 'ooh'd' at her white plumage and asked if she could pet Hedwig. Harry was glad to let her and as she pet the snowy owl tears came to her eyes.

"Hermione! What's wrong?" Harry asked in concern.

"It's just...Mum didn't want me bringing my kitten. Well he's not exactly a normal kitten, he's half-kneazle he is," she said in a tearful rush. "He's such a little thing right now. Mum wants him to be house trained and all before she lets me bring him, she was against me getting a pet at all at first but I managed to convince her otherwise because I'm responsible and have always gotten good grades."

"Bad luck that," Harry said with feeling, glad he could visit Hedwig when he had the time. "Um... what's a Kneazle exactly?"

"Oh! A Kneazle is a magical feline creature that's related to, and similar in appearance to, a cat," She started, excited at sharing her knowledge. "They can have spotted, speckled or flecked fur. They've got really large ears, it really looks quite silly when they're kittens, and they have a poofy tail, umm... you know how the tip of a lions tail is all poofy?"

Harry nodded in response to her query, recalling several TV programs on lions.

"A kneazles tail is like that, poofy at the end. They can breed with a regular cat and even the half-Kneazles have a very high level of intelligence and have an uncanny ability to detect suspicious and distrustful people. They can also safely guide their owner home if their owner gets lost," Harry's head was starting to spin with the information she was flinging at him in her rapid-fire speech. "They actually have a XXX classification by the Ministry of Magic if they are not interbred with another species because of how aggressive they can be with anyone who isn't their owner or owners family! They are rather amazing, aren't they Harry?"

Harry nodded in response and smiled as he realized, even as she launched into what she'd read about other XXX creatures, that getting her talking about something had successfully distracted her from her obvious homesickness. He could see Percy covering his mouth to hide a grin and after a moment spent composing himself, Harry was given an approving nod. Harry left the Owlery that morning feeling proud of himself for helping his year-mate just by being willing to listen to her.

They left for breakfast together feeling excited about the new day. Harry sat by Ron, who had already started eating, and Hermione pulled out her books to study as she nibbled at a plate of fruit. Ron rolled his eyes at the sight of the girl all but ignoring the spread of other amazing breakfast foods and Harry nudged him with his elbow to keep the red-head from saying anything. Breakfast was over faster then expected and then it was time for classes.

As Ron and Harry headed off toward their first class and Hermione said she'd be along Harry sighed as he realised people were still talking in not-so-hushed voices about him. He found it a bit annoying, especially since he and Ron were having problems getting to their class and people were more interested in gossip instead of helping them figure out the One-Hundred and Forty-Two staircases in the castle. It didn't help that they were not the stationary kind that Harry was used to.

They liked to move around and one could end up further away from ones' goal because of it. Then, there were the doors. The Doors! Some of them were down right silly in Harry's opinion, not opening unless they were tickled in the right spot. Which was very silly. He was about ready to bang his head in frustration when Beth showed herself. She laughed as she realized the boys were on the wrong side of the castle from their first class and was able to successfully lead them where they needed to go. Ron tried his hardest to remain polite when they saw their class just ahead.

"So how did your...um...you...figure out which way to go mate?" Ron said forcing himself to look straight ahead though it was obvious he was wanting to try to look around and figure out where Beth was. Beth whispered in Harry's ear and Harry grinned as a result of what she wanted him to say.

"Impeccable sense of direction and the ability to memorized ones surroundings comes in handy doesn't it?" Harry parroted to Ron.

Ron grinned and nodded at that and the boys managed to make their first class right before the bell sounded. Hermione had already arrived well before them. Harry easily found that he enjoyed Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall in which Hermione seemed to excel. She was the only one to turn her matchstick into a needle on her first try. Then there was Charms with Professor Flitwick where again Hermione seemed to shine the brightest, easily understanding what needed to be done for the spell casting. Herbology with Professor Sprout turned out to be Neville's favorite class and Harry found that he, Hermione and Ron found themselves congregating around the shy Gryffindor who knew herbs as well as the Professor herself. Astronomy was only on Wednesday at midnight and Beth seemed to love those nights the most as she could sit on the edge of the tower parapet and stare up at the night sky with a sad, wistful smile.

"What are you thinking?" He'd asked her one Wednesday night in a soft voice.

"The sky is like the ocean dear Harry," she'd said, voice equally soft. "Some creatures 'swim' through the air as easily as others do the waves. Both can be equally calm and equally treacherous," She looked down at him with a raised brow. "Perhaps you will understand when you have flying lessons, perhaps not."

"So... the way you're acting... you're missing someone who can fly?" Harry'd asked.

"You could say that dear Harry," she'd responded with a enigmatic grin and would not elaborate further.

After that, there were two classes that Harry thought were a sad joke. History of Magic was the first of the two and was run by a ghost, Professor Binns, who had apparently died in his sleep in front of the staff room fireplace and had simply gotten up to teach the next morning without his body. Harry'd found that a bit creepy and resolved to find out what exactly made a ghost.

The next disappointing class was Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor Quirrell. The room smelled strongly of garlic(Apparently he'd managed to piss off a vampire while in Romania and was terrified of said vampire showing up and visiting vengeance upon the teacher) and the Professor's blatant change of subject at being asked to regale his students with how he had protected an African Prince from a zombie and thus been given his 'prized' turban was... suspicious to say the least.

Friday itself was also worrisome day for Harry when he found out that they had double potions with Professor Snape. It wasn't that he was afraid of the rather taciturn man, it was that he didn't want to let his Aunt down and wanted to be able to tell her that he had done well after all the mock potion runs they had done together. He was still waiting on a response letter from her concerning his request, but Ron had told him that it could take several days sometimes as Hogwarts was pretty much in the 'middle of nowhere' compared to some of the larger wizarding cities.

"Ya know that Snape's Head of the Slytherin house," Ron said in amusement as Harry looked through his first year potions book. "They say he's always favored those from his House over the others."

"Wish McGonagall favored us!" Harry responded with a laugh. "And I'm not worried about extra points or anything. I really think I'll like Potions, it's kinda like a more dangerous version of cooking and I love cooking!"

"Really?" Ron asked in surprise, apparently having not thought of it that way. " If you like cooking then you'll want to meet Mum at some point or come and visit us sometime, she adores cooking. Me and the others? Not so much, even Ginny is more of a tom-boy then anything. Maybe you can find out if you can come over and visit during the summer?"

"I'll ask," Harry said with a grin before starting to turn back to his food.

Before he could, the mail arrived and Harry looked up hoping to see Hedwig. He saw a flash of white feathers and grinned as his familiar alighted on the table in front of him, a parcel in her claws and a note held tenderly within her beak. He grabbed the parcel, which was larger then book and seemed to hold more then just the two requested items and set it beside himself carefully without opening it and grabbed the note.

'Dear Harry,

I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week! Send us an answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid'

Harry borrowed Ron's quill to write out a quick 'Yes please! Will see you later!' and sent Hedwig off with the response and some bacon for her troubles. Afterwards they made their way to the dungeons for Potions. The group selected their own seats and Beth moved to stand at the back of the class. Snape started the class off with roll call, walking up and down the tables as he called out names. He paused slightly at Harry's name and tapped the paper with the tip of his quill.

"Ah yes, Harry Potter..." Snape said with a drawl. "Our new... Celebrity."

Harry flinched and then fidgeted at the sudden attention from his classmates as the Professor met his gaze. He tried to give a subtle shake of his head to the Professor with a begging look in his eyes. He really, REALLY didn't want any attention, especially not attention tied to his parents deaths. The more he thought about it the more he was sure it was his mother who had done something to stop Voldemort, like Beth thought had happened. It made the most sense.

To his surprise one of Professor's Snapes brow rose(like Spock he thought with an internal grin) and the Professor seemed to regard him with a curious expression, part frown part thoughtful, as if Harry wasn't acting the way he thought he would. The Professor turned his gaze away suddenly and turned back to the rest of the class with a sweep of his robes.

*"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word. Like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death... if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." *

More silence followed that little speech. Suddenly he rounded on Harry who froze in fright like a deer caught in a cars headlamps.

"Potter!" said Snape just as suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"Powdered...worm..." Harry stuttered a slight bit at first, surprised at being called out. He saw Hermione's hand shoot up. "Living...um...Draught of...OH!" He relaxed slightly as the potion came to mind and had to fight back a relieved smile. "Draught of the Living Death sir. It's a strong sleeping potion!"

Professor Snape's brow rose again as it had earlier and Hermione seemed to deflate a bit after Harry answered the question correctly.

"So you DO know how to study," said the Professor with the same drawling tone as earlier. "Let's test your knowledge. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

"Stomach of..." Harry tilted his head slightly and he again caught a glance of Hermione's hand shooting into the air trying to get Professor Snape's attention. The Professor continued to ignore the eager girl. "...a shee...No! A Goat sir!"

"Very well," Hermione's hand had fallen again with disappointment. "And the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

Hermione's hand once again shot up and this time Harry turned to look to her with his own brows raised. He grinned suddenly at an idea and waved a hand to get her attention. He held up one finger and she blinked at him. Professor Snape was watching closely with a critical eyes. He held up a second finger and Hermione's hand fell to her side as her eyes widened and she grinned and nodded at him. Professor Snape's other eyebrow rose to join the first as he looked between the two Gryffindors, the entire class was watching as well whispering to each other. Harry held up the first and both he and Hermione turned to look to the Professor and spoke together.

"They're the same plant sir!" they said in chorus. "And they also go by Aconite!"

Ron was struggling to hold back a laugh and Harry could tell that several others were as well. Professor Snape's brows started twitching in such a way that Harry thought he was either trying not to laugh himself or was very pissed off and managing to hold his anger in check. Harry watched as Beth moved toward the front of the class, moving wide of the tables, just as the Professor spun around with his robes billowing as he moved to the front of the class.

"Five points for each correct answer and five points each removed for your cheek, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger!" he said in a haughty tone. He spun around and sat at his desk with a flourish. "Well?! Why are none of you writing this down?!"

There was a scramble of quills against parchment and Harry gave Hermione a reassuring grin as she looked disappointed that they had won fifteen points but lost ten points due to 'cheek'. Beth walked back over and leaned to speak softly in his ear even though she didn't much need to.

"He had a smirk on his lips for a moment when he turned away from the class," she told him with a grin.

Harry grinned back and continued to write down information he'd gone over because of the questions and then switched to jotting down the instructions the Professor put up on the board.

Neville as much as he loved Herbology, seemed to be bunk at Potions, as he nearly ending up melting Seamus's cauldron. Neville and Seamus were sitting right near Ron and Harry and thankfully Beth had noticed the problem with the brew and got Harry's attention in time for him to get Neville and Seamus away from the cauldron in enough time to prevent either boy from injury from the caustic mixture. Everyone had to jump onto their tables to avoid the bubbling mixture as it spread across the floor.

The Professor cleared away the mess and gave Neville and Seamus a blistering talking-to. The Professor then issued Harry one point for the timely rescue, which did nothing to really dent the ten point loss for incompetence that Seamus and Neville received at the end of the lecture they were getting. Harry didn't care too much for the point loss as he was simply grateful that no one was harmed because of the accident.

Potions really was like cooking with a one-hundred percent increase to dangerous fall out if one wasn't careful and he could understand the strict eye the Professor had them under. Even the caustic attitude he gave during the talking-to was understandable as someone could have been seriously injured because of the boys mistake.

After classes Harry and Ron headed down to meet up with Hagrid where they met Fang who seemed to be a very lazy, and large, black boar-hound. Harry wondered if Hagrid was one of those people in the habit of naming nice pets by dangerous names and dangerous pets by nice names. Thanks to his Aunt Marge's visits over the years he knew that some people were like that. He learned during that visit that Hagrid's rock cakes were only edible after being dipped and softened in tea and that there was a break-in at Gringotts on his birthday.

He stared at the newspaper in shock for a moment before he turned to Hagrid in surprise.

"I thought you said no one could break in! Did they catch the thief?" Harry asked in surprise.

Hagrid had told them that no one had been caught and promptly changed the subject to how their classes were which raised concern for Ron, Harry and Beth. They instantly, and collectively, wondered what Hagrid could possibly know about the situation but the man avoided any questions the two boys tried to ask. They finally gave up on trying to ask anything about the break in and just focused on how they were enjoying school.

Once they were done at Hagrid's Harry and Ron darted back to their dorm, Harry's parcel at the forefront of their minds. Confirming that the twins were out came first and then Harry opened the parcel with a grin. Inside was the Saran Wrap he asked for, a recent muggle history book and then two board games that Harry enjoyed; Clue and Monopoly. Harry agreed to teach Ron how to play later when the red-headed boy voiced his confusion concerning the board games, it was more fun to play when you had more people anyway, and opened the letter from his Aunt and cousin.

Dear Harry,

I am glad to hear that you are enjoying your first day at school. Dudley was quite excited about your mention of ghosts and wants you to inform him of any other creatures or otherworldly beings you may meet throughout the year.

I do quite agree with you on this Sorting Hat you described in your letter. I doubt water would affect it poorly and wonder why in the blazes the school staff does not give it a proper washing before placing it on a new students head. Have they never heard of germs? Or lice! I do hope you washed your hair as soon as you were able to with hot water, you don't know if anyone has lice or anything else, I have no idea what kind of bugs wizards might have to deal with and placing a filthy hat on each of the new students head is a prime way to spread such nasty little things normally.

Here are the items you requested and I added two of your favorite games. It's too bad about magic affecting electronics. I'll try to get a microscope for you however, as you can find many without the extra electric bits that will function just fine. You'll need to find a well lit area though in order to use it.

Dudley is doing very well in public school. I refused to place him in Smeltings where he went. The uniform clashes horribly and they give their students a staff to whack themselves and their teachers! There is no proper respect for adults taught there, nor even respect for fellow students! Dudley was quite happy to remain in public school as he would have lost some of his friends otherwise.

Do let me know if you need anything and please stay out of trouble. I have a bad feeling about sending you the saran wrap, but after our very long talks on pranking, I have found that you have not pranked someone who either did not deserve it, like that bigger boy who was bullying that poor girl in first grade that you told me about, or were pranksters themselves like Dudley and Piers have turned out to be. At least your cousin and his friend have the sense to not prank adults. I do hope that it is not the later by the by, as you may start a 'prank war' and I have never heard of those ending well unless you are good friends with the person you are pranking. Either way be safe most of all.

Love,

Aunt Petunia.

"Wow!" Ron said, startling Harry. He glanced up to see that Ron had started looking roughly midway through the muggle history book that his Aunt had sent. "Muggles have really come a long way haven't they? I knew about motorcars but Air... planes? Did I say that right?"

"Yeah you did and that's not all they've been up to," Harry said with a grin. "Hey, I'm going to go set up my prank for the twins. Afterwards we need to be 'doing other things'!"

"I'll go talk to Hermione about this book. Right Know-it-All that she is and muggleborn to boot, she'll be able to explain some things I bet. You need my help?"

"Nah, I can set it up myself, just have... I dunno a chess game set up or something when I get back, ok?"

Ron nodded and asked Harry how he was going to be pranking the twins. Harry explained how the Saran wrap was going to be used since the toilet option was out, communal for all but Prefects' bathroom and the Head Boys' and Girls' bathrooms. Ron struggled to hold back his laughter after having the idea explained and then he went to find Hermione.

Harry was able to sneak into the twins dorm room and confirm which beds belonged to the twins thanks to the help of their room mates. Harry then swore said rooms mates to secrecy and they readily agreed to keep silent as they really wanted to get the twins back for some previous pranks they had played over the years. After that Harry set to work.

The twins kept their bed curtains drawn and Harry carefully drew them open on either side. A few carefully layered sheets of saran wrap later to each bed and he closed up the curtains. The plan was that the twins would rebound off the plastic wrap and the dark lighting of the rooms would prevent reflection off of the wraps' surface as long as the curtains weren't pulled all the way open. Their room mates assured him that the twins always left the curtains closed as they were often experimenting with spells and the like.

Harry grinned at his handy work and, after a game of chess, carefully left the tower while letting Ron know he was going to do some exploring before curfew. He wandered aimlessly with Beth at his side who would give him a nudge if he seemed to start unintentionally for the forbidden third-floor corridor. Finally he found his way up to the tower used for Astronomy. The view of the surrounding land was even more amazing during daylight hours. He grinned and started over to the parapets' edge in order to peer over it and he was startled to a stop when he heard a soft voice.

'Too high. Too open. Evil two leggers! Eagles and hawks and owls! No place to hide!'

Harry looked around in surprise and then finally located a young garden snake trying to hide in the shadows of the parapet. He walked over slowly and bent down in front of the snake, keeping a few feet between them so as not to scare the poor thing any further.

'Hi there,' He said softly.

'A Speaker! Please! Get me away from here! Birds will see me!' hissed the snake.

'I will get you to safety,' Harry responded with a nod. 'I'm going to pick you up now, alright?'

Harry gently lifted the snake just as he heard a startled squeak from behind him. He turned and saw Neville who was looking at him and was quite pale with fright. Harry frowned a bit, wondering if the boy was scared of snakes.

"What's wrong Neville?" Harry asked in concern.

"Y-y-y-you... talked to that snake!" Neville managed to squeak out.

"Is that a bad thing?" Harry asked with a surprised blink.

Beth beside him started talking angrily in her own language for a few moments before crossing her arms sternly. Neville jumped slightly and wrung his hands a bit as he looked at a particular spot on the ground.

"Well, it's just that... the last wizard who could talk to snakes was... You-Know-Who!" Neville said in a small voice.

"Oh," Harry thought for a few long moments then nodded his head as he came to a decision. "Neville, are there wizards and witches who can talk to and understand I don't know... cats?"

Neville nodded slowly. "It's rare."

"How about dogs or wolves?"

A nod from the other boy.

"Birds or maybe something else entirely?"

Another nod.

"And are any of those people automatically evil because they speak to those animals?" Harry asked.

"Well... no," came the hesitant response.

"See, it's a skill, like anything else."

Neville still looked a little doubtful despite Harry's reassuring smile. "I suppose you're right, but I wouldn't go spreading it around. Not a lot of people will look at it like that."

Harry nodded and was about to say something else when there was a bang from the door and Filch, the caretaker, poked his head up. His eyes narrowed on the snake in Harry's hands.

"AHAH!" Filch shouted as he climbed up the rest of the way. "Leaving a nasty snake to scare the others are you!"

"No!" Harry said startled by the accusation. "I found the po-"

"A likely story!" he grabbed both boys by their ears and yanked them back downstairs, causing them to yelp. "Taking you to Professor Snape, I am. He'll know what to do with you boys! Evil Nasty Children!"

Neville started whimpering and Harry did his best to both hold onto the poor garden snake and try to reassure Neville at the same time. Beth was moving along behind them and was frowning at the School Caretaker. She shook her head when Harry tried to give her a desperate look.

"I'll only get you in more trouble if I try to do something now, Dear Harry. Tell Professor Snape the truth when we get to him."

Harry nodded as much as he could and tried to stand a little straighter despite the painful grip on his ear. Filch led them into the potions room where Professor Snape was currently organizing the potions supply cabinet. He turned with a raised brow to look at both boys and frowned when he saw the snake in Harry's hands.

"Caught these two trying to leave a Nasty surprise Professor!" Filch said in an excited voice.

"Indeed?" Professor Snape noticed the snake in Harry's hand and frowned. "I will take it from here. Dismissed Mr. Filch."

Filch left looking disappointed, Harry felt for sure that he wanted to witness whatever punishment the boys would get. Neville was almost in tears and clenching his hands closed to his chest. Harry gave him a nudge and tried to give him a reassuring look. He stepped forward to the Professor, carefully holding up the snake.

"I was exploring the castle and ended up in the Astronomy tower sir," Harry began. The Professor's brow arched and he crossed his arms, an almost sneer on his lips. "I heard this little guy."

"Heard him slithering about? I seriously doubt that Mr. Potter, snakes are quite silent when they sense danger."

Harry frowned and shook his head before looking to Beth. She nodded and indicated for him to continue with a small pushing motion of her hands. He turned back to the Professor and squared his shoulders.

"No sir, I mean I heard him talk. He was talking about mean two leggers and dangerous birds."

Whatever reaction Harry was expecting wasn't the one he got. Professor Snape stared at him for several long moments in confused silence. When Harry's words finally registered the man went whiter then normal and fell back against the supply cabinet with a thud that knocked several supply containers over. Thankfully, none of them broke. The Professor's mouth opened and closed several times before he finally spoke.

"You heard the snake. You can talk to the snake," He said in a strained voice.

"Yes sir, here sir, see?" Harry looked down at the snake and carefully shifted the snake into his left hand, holding his right next to his left he looked to the snake. 'Would you moved to my right hand please?'

'Speaker...you two leggers are strange,' Said the snake as he moved to Harry's right hand.

Professor Snape was rubbing at the bridge of his nose after the snake moved. He then moved to grab an aquarium and carefully took the snake from Harry and put him inside along with a few dozen live crickets that had been stored in apparent stasis in one of the jars. The snake hissed happily with the results and Harry let out a soft giggle and relayed the snakes words.

"He said 'thank you he-who-smells-of-herbs for the crunchies.' They are his favorite."

Professor Snape's brow twitched slightly as they watched the snake catching the crickets. He then turned to Harry and Neville with a frown.

"I will not be issuing a detention. However I will be speaking with the Headmaster about your... ability... Mr. Potter. Tell no one, do you both understand me? The Headmaster will wish to speak with you both at some point I expect. Back to your dorm room!"

Both boys nodded and fled for their dorm. Harry frowned a bit as he realized Neville's hands were still held closed to his chest and he placed a hand on the boys shoulder when they got to the Gryffindor Painting.

"Hey mate, we're both okay. No detention or anything. Neither of us did anything wrong either, so breathe mate."

Neville nodded and took a deep breath to steady himself. They both went inside feeling very relieved and Harry resolved not to do any further exploring for a little bit. When they got inside they heard the twins interrogating everyone in the dorm about the 'spell' that was cast on their beds to make such weird clear wrap appear around them and the 'vengeance' they would reap on the culprit when they figured out who did it. Harry made his way to his room with care to make sure the Saran Wrap was hidden amongst the school supply side of his trunk and not in the main clothes section that he'd been keeping it set to.

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