Okay, I haven't written a thing in quite a while, and I supppose the time has come to be honset and admit that, um, I don't intend to, really, not yet. I am sorry. But there is a good reason for this, and that is

SCHOOL.

I will eventually finish these things, but I don't want you guys to get your hopes up. Thank you for reading. Thank you Filler Bunny Rox, lilmatchgirl007, slytherinphoenix7, I'm not the weakest link, Nippledora Tweaks, ErendisJ, hogwarts hottie, spirtfox, Marauder4eva, Yoshi-fan2003, palmetazo, AnonymousAnomaly, Jeanne2 and Half Blood Prince for your reviews... bless you all, and keep that pen inky! (i made that up. it's cheesy.)

Harry hadn’t figured out anything to say. His brain was stuck. (this has nothing at all to do with the author’s state of mind, just in case you were wondering.) The room was silent. Harry thought. Dumbledore thought. Snape thought. Ron thought. Even Uncle Vernon thought. The author thought too. But no one was coming up with anything. It was rather embarrassing. Snape looked to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore looked to Harry, and Harry looked at Ron, and Ron looked at the author, and the author looked at Uncle Vernon, and nobody had any idea what was going on. Then the author decided to give up for the time being and go watch Kim Possible on the Disney channel. Jesus loves me, this I know