CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Wow, this story is like, old enough to drink now!!! Haha…ok it's not funny…at all…Oh well I tried! Just so everyone knows, the spellcheck on my computer isn't working for some reason…I can't seem to fix it… Okay, I'm gonna try to get things moving a wee bit quicker now! Oh, and the reason there are 8 Quidditch players is because I was trying to show that not everything in Kailey's book is accurate, though most things are. I think that's it…On with the story!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!

After the Quidditch game, November practically flew by. Hermione and I were starting to make regular stops to the library, just to gaze at the book of Hogwarts alumni for hours on end. Well, Hermione probably read it seeing as she was the one who turned the pages, I just stared. There were so many names and dates! It was like a giant history text book, and it also included brief descriptions of the people in the book about their lives.

Harry had come in once to see his parents' names and we discovered that James had been an auror and a seeker for Gryffindor. Both of these required fast reflexes and explained why Harry was the perfect build for a seeker. Lily, on the other hand, had dozens of awards for academic purposes as well as an award for creating a spell. The incantation and the spell's purpose were blured so that it was impossible to read.

"What d'you suppose that's for?" Harry had asked.

"I've got no idea," said Hermione. That response shocked us, and sent Hermione on another mission, just to prove she could figure anything out I think.

Since then we'd been in the library. During break, lunch, after classes, after homework, in short we nearly slept there.

It was now early Saturday morning (nine o'clock I think). I'm in the library on a Saturday…and I woke up early… to go into the library… on a Saturday… Hermione was just turning to page 100,198,432 when Harry and Ron came in with a letter.

"Hey guys," I said wearily. "Whohafrom?" I yawned.

"Sorry?" said Harry raising an eyebrow.

"Who's that from?"

"Hagrid," said Ron. "He wants to know if we'd all like to go down to his hut for tea, and God knows what else." On our last trip to Hagrid's, he'd given us some sloppy sort of—of—I don't even know what it was supposed to be. It was like eating clam chowder with our hands.

"What time?" asked Hermione not taking her eyes off of the book. "Kailey, what about this one here? Jenny Pears,"

"Pears?" I asked, "How could I be related to somebody by that last name? It's way off."

"No listen, she's in her seventh year now, and she's a Gryffindor. Let me find her parents," Hermione began flipping pages frantically to find Jenny's parents.

"He said around noon," Harry said leaning over so that Hermione could understand him.

"Noon, noon," she said absent mindedly, which was very strange for Hermione. I must be rubbing off on her…I hope my History of Magic grade doesn't suffer from this dramatic change…

"That gives us three hours here," I said, dreading the very thought of another full day in the same room as Madame Pince. "Wait, we still have to have breakfast, and lunch." That made Hermione stop flipping through pages.

"Why do we need lunch if we're going to Hagrid's?"

"Well, you don't have to, but I want an excuse to deny Hagrid's—unique—cooking, while not forcing myself to strave." I said remembering all too well the clam chowder substince's taste.

"I agree," said Ron, who had eaten less than half of his meal at Hagrid's.

"We should go and get breakfast now then," said Harry. I hopped up at once, but Hermione sat there staring mournfully at the book.

"C'mon, Hermione, it's not going anywhere," I said as my stomach grumbled loudly earning a shushing from Madame Pince.

We ate breakfast at a speedy pace, due to Hermione's lack of pateince. Ron and I grumbled at not being able to sleep-in or eat to our heart's content at the "most important meal of the day" which in itself was unusal to hear from me.

We returned to the library at about ten to find it packed with people.

"Why is everyone in here?" Harry asked me in a whisper.

I shook my head as a response and moved in closer to the book navigating through many people. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I felt a hand on my back. I jerked around to find the owner and was faced with—

"George?"

"Fred, but George is over there," Fred said casually.

"Why are you in the library? I've never seen you and George actually, well, working,"

"Who said anything about working?" asked George who was closley followed by Ron and Hermione. Harry was no where in sight.

"Well, it is a library," said Hermione.

"Yes,"

"But it is also,"

"A library filled with," Fred paused and looked at George.

"Specimen," George said after a moment.

"For what?" I asked sharply.

"Never you mind,"

"You must find a place in line if you want to see it afterall,"

"See what?" Ron asked. Harry was still M.I.A.

"The Book of Hogwarts Alumni of course," said George exasperatedly.

Hermione, Ron and I exchanged looks. Why would the whole school suddenly be interested in the book…? That's weird…wait a minute…

"Where's Harry?" I asked aloud, consciencely noticing that he wasn't there for the first time.

"Didn't he follow you in?" asked Hermione frowning.

"Snape," Ron whispered excitedly.

"What?" I said.

"Snape, I'll bet he kidnapped Harry!"

"That's ridiculous Ron," said Hermione. "I know what he did to Harry's broom, but kidnap is much too obvious." I did all that I could to keep from rolling my eyes. It'd be so much easier to tell them Snape had like, nothing to do with the broom…but then they wouldn't go after the stone…crap…

"He must of gotten lost in this mob," I said standing on tip-toe which had very little affect. Damn, I hate being so damn short…!

"Ron, can you look for Harry?" I asked giving up on trying to look over people's heads.

"Too short are you?" asked a voice behind me.

"Harry, where were you?"

"Lost in a sea of cloaks. Someone bumped into me and I lost my glasses," he said holding his cracked glasses.

"Here, Harry, let me see them," Hermione took the glasses. "Reparo," The glasses repaired themselves with a small puff of dust. You couldn't really call it smoke, so I call it dust.

"We should get out of here," I said.

The others nodded and we shoved our way through the crowd. It was a good thing too, because the next second a cloud of bluey gray substance was wafting throughout the library. People started screaming and ran out of the library, only some of them didn't seem to be people anymore. Giant purple and pink polka doted antennas were sprouting out of heads of random students, although most of them seemed unharmed, all were frightened out of their wits. I was about to say we should go when I spotted a blonde head come running out of the room.

I burst out laughing as Malfoy came screaming from the library like a little girl. He was being trailed closely by his thugs, and all three of them had the strange antennas sprouting from their heads.

"Ah, refreshing to see that one person appreciates our work," the twins were back.

"Your work? You don't even know who you've affected!" Hermione was nearly beside herself.

"Relax, Herm," said Fred holding up his hands.

"Herm?" I muttered unheard.

"Yes our work," Yup, I was unheard...

"If you look closely enough," George continued.

"You'll notice that only one type of people suffer from our little 'epidemic' here,"

"Can you figure it out?"

We were quiet for a moment when Harry muttered, "Slytherins,"

"Yes, Slytherins, very good Harry,"

"We should clap for your keen sense of—George tell him about his keen sense,"

"I dunno what you were gonna say mate,"

"What sort of twin are you?"

"Me? What about you?" They bickered on and we walked away from them slowly.

"Why don't we just go to lunch early then?" I said looking at my watch. The mayhem had taken up a full hour and a half.

"But we just ate," said Hermione. "Besides, the library is empty now."

"We didn't eat, we wolfed down like two pieces of bacon," said Ron defensively.

"That is so not true," said Hermione.

"Yeah, we had more than two pieces," I said.

"Whatever,"

"But, Hermione, if we go back now it'll look suspicious," said Harry logically.

"Yeah, people will suspect stuff,"

"Like what?"

"I dunno, maybe that we had something to do with the little show we just saw," I said shrugging.

"As if a first year could pull that," said Hermione.

"Well there's still the question as to why everyone was there in the first place," Ron said, starting to lead us to the Great Hall.

"Exactly," I said, silently applauding Ron.

"Fine, I suppose we could go to the library later,"

"Great," said Ron and he turned around and started skipping to the Great Hall.

"Ron, if you skip one more step, I'll make you watch me eat while I tie you to a chair using a nifty little spell I found in a book!" I yelled after him.

He stopped and stuck his tongue out at me.

"Very mature," said Hermione as Harry decided he was going to go ahead and skip along with Ron. "Do you think it's a boy thing?"

"What could have possibly given that away?"

"Fair point, but do you think they'll ever grow out of it?"

I turned back to watch them frolic down the corridor, when they stopped and called for us to hurry up.

"Not a chance," I said and Hermione grinned.

Strange ending in my opinion, the skipping I mean. I thought it would be fun!!! I hope you enjoyed the purple-antenna-ed Malfoy!!! Next is twenty two!!! Please REVIEW!!!

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