YAYSOLANGELO: Well, yeah.

DAREDEVIL246: Will he?

Ramanujam: Oh. Whoops. Imagine a gap. Also, cool, Seeker and Beater.

BlueMystic012: Um, actually, I'm pretty sure Hufflepuff is the most underrated house. Gryffindors (whoo) are known for being brave, Slytherins are known for being cunning, and Ravenclaws are the smart ones. Hufflepuff is just known as the dumping ground for those who aren't any of that. Less characters doesn't mean underrated.

BlueMystic012: That's a dead meme...but who cares! HOTEL TRIVAGOOO.

Everything is really crazy right now and my main focus is to get this story done, but I don't want to rush it. Do you guys feel like it's been rushed? It seems so close to the end. It doesn't help that my teachers have pulled out their automatic homework machine guns.

Song of the Chapter: Premonition by Toby Fox

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Harry

Life wasn't going well for Harry. Dumbledore was gone, Hagrid was gone, the O.W.L.s were getting increasingly stressful, and the school was being ruled by an evil toad woman, who wasn't High Inquisitor anymore thanks to Percy, but was still Headmistress. The only thing that was going well for Harry was that he got deeper and deeper in the Department of Mysteries each night. The night before, he was in an area that had shelves with weird balls on them.

Luckily, there was only one O.W.L. left, and that was History of Magic, which wasn't going to happen until that afternoon.

He decided to take Percy's advice on everything, which was to do the exams on a full stomach. He would at least have time for a good breakfast. He went down to the Great Hall, where Ron was trying to out-eat Percy again, and Hermione was reading a book.

"You could not live with your own failure," Percy said, "and where did that bring you? Back to the Great Hall with me."

Ron just shoved a waffle in his mouth.

"You two should be studying," Hermione said, "I won't be able to help you with your exams."

Percy smirked. "Hermione, I already know I'm going to die."

"Percy, I really don't think you'll die," Harry said as he sat down.

"Oh, hey Harry."

"Hey. How bad do you think you'll do?"

"Death."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

When it was finally time for the O.W.L., Harry didn't really care about how he did. He wouldn't need History of Magic to be an Auror, so he just wanted to get it over with.

He answered questions as best he wanted to, and was almost halfway through the exam when his scar started to hurt. It wasn't so different from normal. He continued with the exam. It got worse. He was in the Department of Mysteries again, right where he was the night before, but this time, there was a man there.

Sirius.

He spoke. "Take it … I am unable to touch it … but you can … "

"You'll have to kill me," whispered Sirius.

"Oh, I shall, in the end … but for now, you are needed … "

He woke up.

I really hate school. Especially my theater teacher. I may want to act when I'm older, but theater right now is (pardon my langauage) a big piece of shit that's a pain my ass.

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