How this has more than 5,000 views is absolutely and positively beyond me. Thank you to all of you.
In addition this chapter is dedicated to Severus Snape.
Usually Yaxley didn't get back as soon as he did when it came to letter-writing, but Harry had one the next day.
And it said:
Dear Harry,
I'd say yes to the jam, but I'm worried Wormtail would eat it.
If you could find a way to get it to me, I'd appreciate that.
I just had the Dark Lord yell at Lucius and Bellatrix for going to the arcade, but I hear they want to go do it again.
Did Draco tell you who won the dance battle?
I'll try to get you your monkey really soon.
Love,
Yaxley
Ron had written three letters to Macnair but hadn't had one back, so he stopped. Mostly he wrote to Hermione. One day she sent him something back.
Dear Ron,
I'm sorry I couldn't answer your last two letters earlier, but I've been to seventeen orientations in three days. This one guy kept yelling at me, "What are you doing? That's not how you torture a Muggle!" It may not be how you torture a Muggle, but it's definitely how you torture a Squib.
The torturing is my least favorite part. But today I got to play UNO with Bellatrix and it reminded me why I joined in the first place.
I lost, but she kept vanishing her cards. Oh well.
That aside, I have a serious personal problem. I think I'm married to one of the Carrows. If it turns out I am, save me!
Love, Hermione J. Granger.
P.S: Here are two tickets to the Death Eater play. Bring Harry. DO NOT be late.
Ron knew he had to get Harry on board somehow. They needed the cloak.
"Hey, Harry, there's this great play tomorrow at eleven at night, and I wanted to know if you'd want to go." said Ron.
"I don't know. I'll have to see how much homework I have." said Harry.
"If you don't have too much, let's try and sneak out of the Floo Network. I've already got two tickets."
"Where you two going?" asked Neville, dumping a bucket of paint into the fireplace.
"Nowhere, Neville. Merry Christmas." said Harry.
"What he said."Ron repeated.
"Okay! Emergency rehearsal! Last scene, from the top." announced Avery.
"But, Aunt Mabel, I love him! Can't you see I love him?" said Hermione.
"I don't care if you love him or not, I won't have you marry such a scumball piece of filth." Hermione wished Bellatrix would drop the bad American accent, but knew she wouldn't.
"He's my world, Aunt Mabel. And if you won't let me marry him, then I'll run away." Hermione thought midnight was a bad time for an emergency rehearsal, and as such, she couldn't stop yawning.
After the third time Avery fell asleep, he broke up the emergency rehearsal, much to everyone's relief. Hermione prayed Ron and Harry would come. She could explain everything then.
This is probably the last chapter I'm putting up this year, so happy holidays to all.
I'd really like to have 20 reviews when I come back, but I won't hold the story hostage. I can't stand when people do that.
