Hey guys! Just to go ahead and warn you, this is pretty much just a filler chapter... I mean, there might be one or two funny things in here (depends on your sense of humor) but not much to really add to the plot... it just helps me get from point whatever to the next point. So as usual, enjoy, and R&R!


Chapter 11: The Evil Plan of Doom and S.P.E.W.

Celia, Hermione and Ron were already eating when Harry sat down between Ron and Hermione.

"So how'd it go with McGonagall, mate?" asked Ron as Harry started picking at his food.

"Just peachy," said Harry sarcastically, "She basically told me not to do anything in defense of the truth if it's going to get me in trouble."

"And I respected that woman…" said Celia, glaring up at the head table.

"You should have seen her earlier," said Ron softly to Harry, "Absolutely furious when she heard someone talking about how they didn't believe you. She almost pummeled them. Hermione and I had to restrain her."

"What I don't get is why they all believed the story two months ago when Dumbledore told them…"

"The thing is, Harry, I'm not sure they did," said Hermione. "Oh, let's get out of here."

"Thank you!" growled Celia as she got up and followed the trio out of the Great Hall.

"What d'you mean, you're not sure they believed Dumbledore?" asked Harry.

"They're all friggin' idiots," muttered Celia.

"Look, you don't understand what it was like after it happened. You arrived back in the middle of the lawn clutching Cedric's dead body… None of us saw what happened in the maze… We just had Dumbledore's word for it that You-Know-Who had come back and killed Cedric, and fought you," said Hermione quietly.

"Which is the truth!"

"We know!" said Celia, "Please stop making it seem like we're not on your side!"

Hermione sighed.

"It's just that before the truth could sink in, everyone went home for the summer, where they spent two months reading about how you're a nut case and Dumbledore's going senile!"

"The nerve of people," muttered Celia.

"Mimbulus mimbletonia," said Ron as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

The four sat in the arm chairs closest to the fire. The common room was rather quiet, as most students were still at dinner.

"How can Dumbledore let this happen? How can he let that terrible woman teach us? And in our OWL year too!"said Hermione angrily.

"It's not only us it's effecting. What about the seventh years who might be taking her class for NEWTS? They're pretty much screwed over too, not to mention one year of info for everybody else," said Celia dully.

"But to employ someone who's actually refusing to do magic? What's Dumbledore playing at?

"Actually, Dumbledore has this big, evil plan to have everyone doomed," replied Celia sarcastically.

"She's trying to get people to spy for her. Remember when she said she wanted us to come and tell her if we hear anyone saying You-Know-Who's back?" said Ron darkly.

"Of course she's here to spy on us all, that's obvious, why else would Fudge have wanted her to come?"
"But that's just it though, isn't it? Your prime minister wanted her to come here, not Dumbledore," Celia pointed out.

The quartet sat quiet for a moment before Hermione started taking out her books to start working on homework. Harry, Ron, and Celia reluctantly followed her example. Ron and Harry started working on their Potions while Celia and Hermione started translating their Ancient Ruins. It wasn't long before Celia gave up on that and started working on Potions too.

"Good! Now that you're working on this too, what are the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion making?" asked Ron.

Celia looked at him and then rolled her eyes.

"Since you obviously didn't pay attention, why don't you go to the library and see if they have the book The 100 Most Common Potion Ingredients by Stella Swagart. That'll help you. Moonstones should be in like Chapter 4 or something like that," said Celia, returning to her own essay, which was already 8 inches long.

"You're just like Hermione. The answer to everything is in the library," grumbled Ron.

Celia looked at him, slightly amused.

"That book is what helped me ace the past three years of potions exams. It might help you too if you take the time to look over it."

"So you've basically memorized it by now?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you just tell me the answer?"

"Because you won't learn anything if Hermione and I tell you all the answers."

"But-"

"Ron, shut up. I can't concentrate with you arguing," said Hermione, who was now done with her Ancient Ruins. "Celia, will you look over this for me?"

"Sure. While I'm doing that, will you look over my Potions stuff?"

"Now wait a minute! Why will you two help each other and not help me?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Because we aren't telling each other the answers. We're looking other's work and proof reading it. And don't say I never do that with you two," added Hermione as Ron was getting ready to protest, "Because I read over your stuff all the time and help you with it."

By the time they were finished, it was almost 10 o'clock.

"That was extremely well written Hermione."

"I can say the same about yours. I didn't know some of this stuff. It's quiet fascinating."

"What? There's something Hermione doesn't know?" Ron said with mock horror.

"Haha. Very funny."

Celia yawned.

"Well, I'm hitting the sack. Good night ya'll."

"Hold on a sec, Celia, wait for me," said Hermione as she pulled two wooly things out of her bag and covered them with bits of parchment and broken quills.

"Uh, Hermione… I love you, I really do,but what the hell are those?" said Celia, looking like she was wondering about Hermione's sanity.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and groaned.

"Spew."

"Excuse me?" asked Celia, now thoroughly confused.

Hermione glared at Harry and Ron.

"It's not spew it's S.P.E.W., Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare."

"And what do the lumpy, trash covered, wooly things have to do with…. S.P.E.W.?" Celia asked, glancing warily at the things.

"They're hats for the house elves so that they can be free!" said Hermione happily, "Now that I can do magic whenever I want, I can make much more hats, much quicker than without magic."

With that, Hermione turned around and went up the stairs to the girls' dormitories. Celia looked at Harry and Ron.

"I can see what she's saying… but this is kinda ridiculous," she said, motioning to the bits of parchment and broken quills.

Harry and Ron nodded in agreement before Celia also climbed the stairs to her dormitory. After taking the rubbish off the hats, the two boys followed the girls examples and went to bed.