The Hogwarts Files Chapter 9, a harry potter fanfic

(A/N I know that Luna seems a bit OOC, but I always thought that Luna was the sane one, and everybody else is insane. Oh, and I don't know if I included this in earlier notes, but the entirety of other peoples' journals are not included. The only complete set of entries belongs to Abbey. Please Review if you want to.)

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter, otherwise, I could pay my own tuition

Abbey's Files

21 NOVEMBER 1999

Well, yet again pop-quizzes reined the land of Hogwarts, and every fair maiden swooned whence they saw the tell-tale signs. Enough with that trash- Like I said pop-quizzes around the clock. The only thing good about taking three double-period classes today, rather than 8 singles, is that I only had five quizzes, rather than the maximum. Who knew that having 215 minutes of classes with Binns would actually be good for me. You know, besides the fact that I love history……

In order for us (the seventh years) to graduate on time we have to stay for both breaks and get caught up! How stupid is that? Tonight, there is no moon- well a new moon- so I have astronomy with Professor Sinister and apparently Ron Weasley. If he is anything like Ginny, I'll bet my month's-worth supply of sugar quills that he is excellent. The three of them seemed to be rather good at transfiguration when they were helping Professor Llewellyn in the cave, and rumor has it that they are working there two. When will Hogwarts be rid of them? If at all….

The clock is striking quarter past eleven, and it will take me a good half hour to get to that Tower from here. Stupid Moving stair cases.

PS-Remind to tell you what happened, dear files.

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22 NOVEMBER 1999

(Just past midnight)

Let me just say, files, that I am glad that I never made my sugar-quill bet public. I would be hungry in class for the next month. And Hogsmeade visits cancelled too. I saw the notice on the board when I came up a little while ago. Why not just once a month, once every other month? Especially for the seventh and fifth years- we are taking regulated exams! I mean Lord… Lord… Voldemorite is dead. No, that isn't quite his name. I got it! Voldemort is dead! Governors must think that evil still lurks around a highly magical school and village. What a shocker! How could they possibly conclude that dark forces are spreading and their power growing? Okay, I'll cut it with the sarcasm. But honestly- it isn't like He was the only evil wizard. Or even the only evil person. The ministry needs to open their eyes and smell the butterbeer or take a look around to what is and was happening. Muggleborns weren't the only ones ever persecuted.

I will get off my tirade against sleeping ministers, and try to catch the last of my sleep. I have that huge homework assignment for the History of the Ancient Muggles. That does have a nice ring to it, does it not? Sound like a group of really old muggles, like a granny. Something about that book the Bible and Abaddon. Man, I really need some sleep.

PS-Remind to tell you what happened, dear files.

23 NOVEMBER 1999

(After I woke up- before breakfast)

Did you know that if found that sleeping with an ink bottle knocked over on a HAM paper, the ink seeps into pores, and ones skin will turn a blotchy shade of grey? And said person's paper has a face shaped blob of ink on it. Oh, woe is me that Scourgify will never work on my skin. I must clean it the old fashioned way. Or better still: Use concealment and make-up charms! That is the ticket.

PS-Remind to tell you what happened, dear files.

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Ginny's Files

23 NOVEMBER 1999

Dear Diary:

I wish you had eyes and could have seen the way that Harry was looking. Actually, no eyes, that would be kind of creepy. Not that that is important. Giles came over to me at breakfast and said that he wanted to know if we could go out again and then having no reply, I had to go and tell him that Hogsmeade visits had been cancelled. Stupid Death Eaters and my stupid big mouth. Any way Harry looked sad for the first time I have seen him look since Sirius died. But this was different- it was more like a regretfully sad face, not an angry sad face. They are both quite different, but still sad. Where am I going with this? Last night was Ron's first class, and Luna and Abbey were in it, so I will ask them after breakfast. Well, speak of the devil (Not that they are the devil, but you know what I mean. Oh bugger! Curse this babbling habit!), the pair just walked in, and Abbey looks a little grey. Oh- wait, she must have fallen asleep on her ink bottle again. Charmed ink can't be Scourgified off, concealed or scrubbed off. It just takes time. Quite a bit of it. I have to go, and now I wish that you did have eyes to see her expression. I must curse babbling. Luna just told me that the notice board in Ravenclaw has something up that Christmas and Easter holidays for seventh years are cancelled. I wonder what the younger students are going to do, if they were planning on spending it here. At least they gave us plenty of notice to escape our parents' wrath. In my case, not coming home for Christmas, when such an option is available is considered a mortal wound to my mother.

Oh, well. Let me check my schedule. I have double Potions this morning and DADA. After the horrible memory from two days ago involving pop-quiz fever among the teachers, my two favorite classes will be a welcome relief. History of anything- magic or muggle- is not my strong suit. Charms is. But I enjoy other classes more than that particular area of study. Not that I am saying that I don't enjoy this, I mean, I am taking three classes of it. Speaking of more than one class: Abbey is taking like three HISTORY courses! With Binns! Demelza and I have to run- we've got Llewellyn.

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Abbey's Files

23 NOVEMBER 1999

Curse Charmed Inc.'s Ink! It is irremovable, so that when it soaks in your skin, it stays in sight no matter how much make-up you wear and how many Concealment charms are placed! At least I know that my papers will never be erased and such. Drat! I know I keep forgetting something big to write, but I cannot remember what it is… Oh yes, something about the cave, something about Luna. And lights! Oh, Jolly good (Did I just write that in charmed ink? Eek- I've gone Loony. Or Luna depending on the way you look at it…), I've remembered! We accioed the same pot together, not to long before we left, and lights went flashing, and there was a voice saying something about the Higher Power and something in Dutch. Urgh, my head hurts. (Author's Note: This next underlined and bolded Part is not in Abbey's Files, but only for like a sentence) I wish that I had a kneazle! Oh! Abbey's has opened the link! Hello Abbey. Will you write down everything I say? Good.

Abbey, if you are able to hear my thoughts, I don't want you to say anything, just write. Bring this down to breakfast tomorrow, and I will glance at it. We are the next Aangesloten bij-Geest. The Joined Spirits. We have to defeat the Higher Power. Harry has already done a good job of getting rid of Voldemort, but we must finish the job, to remove the force that drives evil, not just in our own dimension, but in all the rest. Get a good night's sleep. Lots to do in the morning.

I think I might take Luna's advice about sleeping. This is all really weird.

24 NOVEMBER 1999

Okay Luna Are you ready? Of course I am. We are attempting to see how this connection works, and we are writing down verbatim what is being said from opposite ends of the table in the Great Hall. We will compare these at Lunch. Enough with the explanation to yourself. We need to get cracking. What am I thinking? What am I feeling right nowThat is too easy Luna, you are thinking of purple elephants and you are feeling joy, elation, happiness? Not any of those is a precise fit. What am I thinking of? What is my emotion? You're thinking of a Purple Hippopotamus tap-dancing in a bright orange tutu. What is a hippopotamus anyways? You are feeling scared, intrigued and anxious. How did I do? Brilliantly. Go look up a Hippopotamus in the Library on non-magical animals. Speaking of Library, we need to go and figure out what happened to us. I can't tonight. How about tomorrow. Ooh, does somebody have a hot date? More like a detention date. I was doing my arithmancy homework in Divination yesterday. Should've dropped the stupid subject when I could've. Don't say that Luna! We might need help on this. Why don't you ask Trelawney if she knows anything about the Higher Power? You know stuff like history, what it is, how do two teenage girls defeat it? Yes, and I will use my prophecy voice. Much more eerie than my normal one. She'll find it convincing enough I suppose. Good. Do you want to try communicating with out the paper for a minute? Nothing gained without an effort. PS: If this whole non-paper thing works, how about in class? Or would that be exploitation? One step at a time, my friend. But I don't consider it exploitation. This is a talent.

So I think that the non-paper thing went pretty well. Actually in my case it was non-computer. I think that the magic is wearing you down, even with my modifications, the hard drive is- well. I don't know. Computers are not my forte. Maybe I should continue on paper, and scan these in at the end of the year? All-righty then, judging by the violent error message that popped up after I wrote that, I will keep you with me. And Magic might actually be doing you a favor. Bell. Great I have ten minutes to drink a half-cauldron of P.R. Potion and rush to the Charms classroom.

After downing that potion, it went to waste! Flitwick was teaching, and it was just magical theory day, so I couldn't summon anything. And I will repeat myself- I DID THAT ON ACCIDENT. IT WAS A SUBCONSCIOUS MISTAKE!!! Well, it seems that7 now my venting is done, we are supposed to reading the chapter on man-created monsters, that can only be destroyed by elemental means. DADA isn't as fun as it was at Salem, but the teacher is much better. Therom is way better than the rest. It is just that Smith used to incorporate physical fitness into it, and we would use combat training as a way to learn new technique. I studied all of this years ago, but one can only take so many Advanced Newts in one year. And I am taking the Maximum. Two histories, a charms, potions, and transfiguration. I would have loved to take an advanced Arithmancy or Ancient Runes, but I couldn't fit it in. Ginny and Luna's friend Hermione took nearly ten classes in her third year. I would have loved to get everything done then, but there aren't any time-turners left in Britain. Uh oh. Therom spotted me writing instead of reading!

THIS DEVICE IS HEARBY DECLARED PROPERTY OF PROFESSOR SAM THEROM, DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS

Miss Mason, you have five minutes to turn this into me, starting now.

I would love to write, but I have to encrypt everything. Farewell dear files.

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LUNA'S FILES

Third Day of the Ruling of Sagittarius

To the Great and Powerful Diary:

It seems that Mason over here got her stupid compyutir confiscated, so now we have nothing to compare. Luna, it was an accident, please forgive me! Therom could have read all that stuff that has happened to us, the link, the Poena Tutulae, and the link! We could be sent to the Funny Farm! Give me some credit Luna (and you better be writing all of this down!!) I encrypted all of the data right before I gave it to him! But, I can't get the computer back now! And if we wait for too long, the encryption will have occurred so fast, that I won't be able to reverse it. You my dear aqaintenc-not friend anymore- as I WAS SAYING, forgot that Ginny is my friend, and that she is in fact A Weasley! You should have seen the stuff that she and her brothers could do when they went here; I mean they were absolutely Brilliant. The Portable swamp- Luna FOCUS!!!! Great Idea, they distract we go in and get it. Know of any other Pranksters to help? Yes, but they can't help you. Why Not? The three of them are Teacher's Aids, and you are allergic to the best one I know. Sorry, just the three of us. This might be easier to plan, if you came and sat down by me. Friends? Friends.

Fourth Day of the Ruling of Sagittarius

To the Great and Powerful Diary:

So, Abbey and I made up. Not that we were really fighting. What is really funny is how much trouble Abbey has writing with a quill! To aid our research, I gave her a journal. We just finished up in the library researching the Higher Power, but we found nothing at all except a small notation on 'the Court of Seven'. So we looked that up. Nothing. If we were able to get to Hogsmeade, Abbey and I would Apparate to the Ministry of Magic, to take a peek inside the library. But lack of these excursions may prove that strategy impossible.

On a happier note, since my collections of Quibblers somehow became fuel for fires while we were in the cave, my father sent me a new set (I told him that Ginny wanted a complete set) and an American Set for Abbey. He is always so thoughtful.

Abbey wants us to keep our new found power a secret, even from Ginny and McGonagall. She mentioned something about her brother, and then she got quiet. I never knew that she had a brother, and we've been friends for nearly four years, but I do know her younger sisters, Kathleen and Megan. They are two years younger than us, but they didn't come with her to Hogwarts this year. Sweet girls, but whenever they start talking about summer break five years ago, the whole family stops talking and Michael usually breaks whatever is in his hands. So, yeah, we have no idea how to defeat this Higher Power or what it even-

THE ONES WHO WILL ANIHILATE THE DOMINATION OF THE HIGHER POWER WILL BE THE JOINED ONES. ON THE EVE OF THE MILLENIUM AFTER THE FINAL OF THE COURT OF SEVEN IS VANQUISHED, THE DEED WILL BE DONE. THEIR POWERS WILL BE POLAR OPPOSITES, YET ONCE JOINED, THEIR VALOR WILL BE SO STRONG THAT THEY WILL BE ABLE TO UNITE THE TOTALITY OF GOOD, AND THEY SHALL LEAD THE ARMY TO THE END. AND THE COURT OF SEVEN WILL BE RENEWED TO ITS FORMER GLORY. AND THOSE WHO ASCEND TO THE THRONES SHALL WIELD THEIR POWER FOR GOOD. THE JOINED ONES SHALL CONQUER THE REMAINING OF EVIL FOR THEY SHALL BE BORN AS TWO, AND DIE AS ONE.

Abbey's Files

25 NOVEMBER 1999

I am writing in this new journal that Luna gave me. Really, it is just thin parchment bound with a thick, embossed parchment cover. The design is some Celtic knot. We have to be down at breakfast in 10 minutes. Well, I just went to check on Luna, and what do you know it, she was asleep on her journal. At least she is known for eccentric attire, so she won't look too out of HER ordinary wearing color-change ink on her face and hands.

At Morning Break

By the time we got down to the Great Hall, all that was left was cold, lumpy porridge. As soon as I get back to the States, I am going to have a big dish of Erin's homemade Macaroni and Cheese, Chocolate Chip Pancakes, and Chicken Noodle soup. I am sick of Blood Pudding, Steak and Kidney Pie, Shepard's Pie and Haggis. This morning at mail time I received a parcel about two pounds thick of Applications for me to fill out from my dear parents. If not for the fact that I have finished all of my pre-assigned essays, I would never get any of these done in the two weeks I have to complete them! I am supposed to apply to:

The Divinational Arts Academy in Sedona

The Institute of Magical Healing in Santa Fe (With a semester in St. Augustine at the Fountain of Youth)

University of the Unexplained Events in Roswell

Parham's School of Tertiary Magic (Why Would my Parents want me to study Dark Arts?)

Mudpot University in Yellowstone (One of the only good ideas they have- it has a great potions program!)

University of Belvedere in Central Park (After nearly eleven years at Salem, who really needs to know more about muggles)

Bureau of History: Department of Magic

Bureau of Ancient Runes: Department of Magic

Bureau of Secrecy from Muggles: Department of Magic

Since my father is the Editor of the American Quibbler, I have a ton of writing experience in a legitimate and credible paper (Unlike The Daily Tribune), that will look great on all of those applications. Hmm, maybe I should include in my essays that that I share a telepathic link with another person and I am supposed to kill the Higher Power and I have no idea who or what-

Well, the bell just rang, which means I have five minutes to get to class. Whoa look at what I wrote, I will have to tell Luna.

At Evening, right before curfew

Well, my classes after break went okay. And Luna's new look went over really nicely with the class, only two Slytherin 1st year trolls teased her. She gave both boys a jelly-legs jinx and that definitely shut them up. In all this time I've known her, I've never seen her do anything like that. Something must have happened to her. Our last class before dinner was different, so we went our respective directions. Usually we sit close to the entrance but when she came in, she walked straight past me and sat at the other end of the Great Hall. Even my frantic Telepathic messages only received a disgruntled huff accompanied with a 'go away' or 'leave me alone'! Tonight after everybody goes to bed, I am going to read her journal, and see if anything was written there. What hurt the most today, was that I have no other friends in Ravenclaw, practically in the entire school, so I was all alone for almost the whole day.

26 NOVEMBER 1999

It seems that Luna had the same idea I did. She was worried about my frantic messages, but before that, she said that there was something that she needed to talk about something with me. So, she was going to check my journal and see if anything was wrong. I think that she forgot that only the last couple of days are in this, but now we see that the fact is irrelevant. To satisfy our curiosities, we swapped journals. Once we both got to the prophecy bit, Luna deemed that it was important for us to chat in the bathroom where we could lock the door, as to not awake the other girls. There we decided that we would talk to the one teacher who might actually be able to help us through this.

Unfortunately, that one teacher is Harry Potter. So we are going to talk to him about this and getting my computer back and the whole Poena Tutulae thing. Since Harry and I physically cannot converse with one-another, Ginny and Luna are going to speak with him, and a letter from 'me' will accompany them. Right now we were sitting in the common room, for warmth and light, which we each needed, but for different reasons. Luna needs the light to help her see the ever increasing pile of crumpled paper. So far I have been allowed to read only one letter before it was thrown into the fireplace:

Dear Harry,

My name is Abbey Mason. I am not one of those stupid fan-girls, don't worry. You grew up in a muggle household, I believe, so you know what a computer is. My friends Ginny and Luna tell me that you might be able to help us with a distraction…

This was promptly tossed in the fire along with others that began 'Teacher's Assistant' Potter or 'My dear Friend Harry Potter' and a whole slew of other letters until she finally hit the jackpot with this little baby:

To Mr. H. Potter:

Don't worry: I am not another one of your crazed fans. Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood should both be in your office with you right now. The reason why I am not with them right now is because whenever I am in your presence, my body explodes in a pain so brutal, people have died from this. (Don't worry about me. Ginny said that you have a saving people thing according to Hermione Granger.)This pain is induced by the Poena Tutalae spell, which is why we need your help. It is a well known fact that you grew up in a muggle household, so obviously, you know what a computer is. My computer was confiscated from Professor Llewellyn several days ago without cause, and It is imperative that I get it back. My friends tell me that you are quite the sneaky person, and might be able to retrieve this for us. You will have no obligation toward us, but we will compensate you for your efforts. Just name anything but money, because even when pooled, our funds only amount to two galleons and thirteen sickles.

Luna and I also have matters that we wish to discuss with you on a matter that doesn't involve Ginny, and one that we would like to keep private for as long as possible. This too involves information stored on my computer.

At this point, if you are willing to help us, you should finish up this letter and say 'Everything appears to be in order', shuffle the papers and start planning immediately. Once Ginny has left, Luna will hand you our journals, with important pages being tabbed. We give you free permission to read everything on the non-tabbed pages, but bear in mind that the important ones are flagged. (Just so you know, a lot of the important information on my half is in the computer.) If you choose to help us in our mission to rescue my computer, that would help My mission with Luna and to find my birth Parents.

Thank you so much,

Abbey Mason

P.S. Did anybody in your family, that you know of, have bright red, curly hair?

I added that last bit in Luna's hand to see if it got any reaction from Harry. Thank Merlin for copying charms. Poor Luna's hand would have fallen off. It is just about daybreak and we have a code to crack, or so they say...

(A/N I am so sorry that this chapter took so long to get up. I have been real busy with Tennis this summer and preparing for Deathly Hallows that I wasn't able to post it. Hogwarts Files is going to have to be posted as a sequel, but the next part (which is richly detailed, and the first draft of Chappie 1 is half done) is not going to be written in diary format, as you will all understand in the next chapter. Please Review if you feel that this story is atrocious, or if you enjoyed this. I know that this isn't my best work, I wrote it while camping, but feedback is always appreciated. What a long AN! Bye)