Hermione's mind was still racing. She'd done it; convinced Umbridge they were trying to get to Dumbledore rather than Sirius, that they were building a weapon rather than stopping You-Know-Who getting one. She'd gotten Umbridge to follow her into the Forest. She hadn't exactly planned on how the centaurs would... And Grawp, she certainly hadn't meant for Grawp to get hurt.

She wasn't even sure if there was anyone to be saved. For all she knew, Sirius had already escaped. He was a competent wizard, a great dueler, and one of the most troublesome men in Hogwarts' history. He couldn't be in any danger, he just couldn't be. Harry was being manipulated. That was the end of it.

But it didn't hurt to check.

The thestrals made her more than a little uncomfortable. Hermione loved control. The opposite of control was falling. Generally, to fall there had to be some kind of height. Flying meant heights. Hermione hated a lack of control, and therefore flying. At least with a broom she could see what the hell was supporting her. A thestral was her worst nightmare incarnate; it flew and it was invisible to her (which made the flying bit even worse), and the moment it wasn't invisible to her meant terrible, horrible, unspeakable things had happened around her. So, on principle and in actuality, Hermione hated the flight from Hogwarts to London.

She nearly threw up when they had landed, but the ground, which was actually visible, steadied her. Hermione managed to dismount with some amount of grace, or at least more than Ron. She nervously glanced around the streets, wondering where Diagon Alley was in relation to her. She wondered what the shop looked like, if the twins had it the way they wanted yet.

They all squeezed into a telephone booth, and Harry sassed what Hermione would have thought was computer, if they didn't have magic, rather unnecessarily. The telephone booth started to descend, and little badges came from a chute near Hermione. Hermione scoffed at hers; her S.P.E.W. badges looked better than it. She passed the badges over to Harry. They weren't about to go running about wearing those ridiculous things. What if a Death Eater saw them? 'Hermione Granger; Rescue Mission' sounded like something they would put on her tombstone, her name and cause of death.

I am not going to die, Hermione thought to herself. There was no threat; Harry was hallucinating. She could play this off as an elaborate field trip if they were caught. She didn't doubt that they would be caught eventually, but whether it would be the Ministry or the Death Eaters was the real question. Except there were no Death Eaters because Sirius was not in danger; Harry had been dreaming. That was all. Perhaps the Order would find them. Hermione hoped it would be the Order.

The entire Ministry was empty. Their footsteps echoed against the shining floor, fireplaces lined the walls so that people could Floo in. It was not an inviting building, it was cold and condemning, almost frightening. Hermione couldn't help but feel that a place of government should be welcoming. Harry silently lead the way down to the Department of Mysteries.

"We'll be okay," Hermione whispered to a pale but determined Ginny.

"I know," Ginny said confidently, setting her jaw in such away that reminded Hermione of Fred. Death Eaters be damned, Ginny was going to be okay. Hermione allowed herself a small smile and followed Harry through a plain but gleaming black door. Beyond it was a black room with several identical black doors. Hermione shivered and when Neville closed the door the walls began to move. Hermione gripped Harry's arm tightly, afraid of being separated. Ginny balled up the sleeve of Hermione's sweater in her hand. Then it stopped, leaving them with no clue to where they'd come from, and no clue as to where to go.

They tried a door and came to a room filled with... brains. Hermione had never wanted less to do with the Ministry. Why did they have brains?!

They went back to the first chamber, and Hermione quickly placed a mark over the door, so they would know where they had been.

The second room had nothing but a dusty old arch with a veil. Harry insisted he could hear someone, and Luna did too, but Hermione heard nothing. Hermione nearly had to drag Harry from the room.

"Harry, we're supposed to be here for Sirius!" Hermione said desperately. For a moment she was afraid it wouldn't work, but Harry snapped out of it suddenly.

The next door they tried did not open, not under any circumstances. The fourth door was successfully opened.

"This is it!" Harry exclaimed, jogging through the door. Ginny was momentarily distracted by an egg which made a hummingbird which made an egg and looped indefinitely. Then they pushed on, and Harry found his rows. The tall shelves were numbered with small snow globe looking things neatly ordered.

97, Hermione thought. They went with their wands ready until they reached it. There was nothing. Sirius wasn't there, neither was You-Know-Who. Panic clutched at Hermione and she thought that they had been too late. But that nagging voice in her head supplied reason.

Sirius never was here. Harry was dreaming, or You-Know-Who was controlling him... Is controlling him...

Hermione's hand tightened on his wand. Harry looked so devastated, so confused. He could be being manipulated right then and there. You-Know-Who could have possessed him, the way he had Ginny. He may not even realize what he was doing.

Ron spotted the Prophecy first. True to his nature, Harry recklessly pulled the glowing orb off the shelf. Hermione rolled her eyes and stamped her foot. Harry was completely hopeless, hadn't anyone ever taught him 'look don't touch?!' What was wrong with him?

Then, suddenly, they were surrounded by Death Eaters. There was one woman and the little voice in Hermione's head told her this must be Bellatrix Lestrange. The witch who'd tortured Neville's parents to insanity. Hermione could see him shaking with urge to do something terrible to the witch. She was worse than any regular murderer, Hermione thought, far worse. Then Bellatrix threatened Ginny, and Hermione immediately placed herself between the two. The witch would never touch her best friend, not once. Harry's arm brushed against Hermione. Ginny looked even paler now so Hermione reached out to squeeze her free hand. They would make it out.

Somehow.

Harry continued to make small talk about the prophecy. Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, and his sister-in-law had a spat over waiting. Evidently the Prophecy was important, given it was about 'The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter.' Maybe it was a way to defeat him. Hermione was beyond relief that Harry had recognized the glass orb in his hand as their one bargaining chip, the one reason they were still alive.

Harry stepped on her foot, and she waited for his plan impatiently. They were to smash shelves on his mark.

"Destroy the shelves when Harry says," Hermione breathed to Ron and Ginny. Ginny told Luna, and Ron told Neville. There were only six of them. How were they supposed to make it out? Hermione took a deep breath and cataloged the different spells she could use to knock the prophecies from their shelves.

"Reducto," Neville practiced under his breath. Hermione caught Ginny's eye and nodded. They would look terrifying if they all spoke the same spell at once, like a force to be reckoned with.

"NOW!" Harry bellowed, and they all screamed their spell and ran as chaos crashed down on them. Hermione Stunned Malfoy when he tried to grab Harry as they sprinted away. Hermione urged her legs to keep up with the others, a bitter taste in her mouth and triumph ringing in her mind.

She was the first of them to Stun a Death Eater.

To Hermione's horror, she sealed the first door they saw shut behind her, Harry, and Neville; Luna, Ron and Ginny were gone. Fred was going to hate her. He would kill her if something happened to them. This was all her fault, she should have been paying attention! The Death Eaters tried to break through so she, Harry, and Neville hid under the desks in the back of the room. Harry Stunned one, and Hermione stepped out of cover to get the other.

She froze, a wand pointed right at her, green glowing from its tip, "Avada-"

Harry tackled the Death Eater and the green jet of light hit the ceiling. If she died, Fred would kill her. And Ron, and Harry. And anyone else he saw. Her parents would be devastated. Hermione tried to catch the breath stuck in her throat and Neville accidentally disarmed both Harry and the Death Eater. By the time Hermione got her mind in control, the Death Eater had his wand again. She raised her wand and shouted, "STUPEFY!"

Hermione Granger- 2

Death Eaters- 0

She was starting to see the fun in sports. Hermione summoned Harry's wand and tossed it to him while the Death Eater she'd stunned smashed his head into the display case Ginny had been captivated with. His head became a baby's, then an adult's, then shrunk and grew over and over. Hermione watched, horrified.

What the hell was the Ministry doing down here?! What was...

"It's time," Hermione realized. She'd had a time turner before. Was this where they were made? How did they... "Time."

Hermione doubted she'd ever understand it.

The next door they closed behind them was blasted off its hinges before Hermione could seal it shut. The world went sideways, then upside down, then sideways again. Hermione's knee banged against something painfully. Her back hit a sharp edge and several objects fell on top of her.

Books. She was betrayed by the things she loved. Hermione groaned and tried to ignore her painful appreciation of this irony.

"WE'VE GOT HIM!" Hermione pulled a book off her head and aimed her wand at the Death Eater, "IN AN OFFICE OFF-"

"Silencio!" Hermione cried, praying no one had heard him. His counterpart, who Hermione was annoyed to see, sprung forward-

"Petrificus totalus!" Harry said quickly. Hermione was pleased to see his body lock up and fall forward. Hermione gripped the bookshelf and tried to pull herself up.

"Well done, Har-" The Silenced Death Eater made a slashing motion with his wand. Hermione watched a flaming purple 'X' sail through the air toward her. It passed through her chest, and she had the odd feeling of... Simply leaking. It felt as though her entire body was melting within her. It tickled slightly, then began to burn. He'd turned her insides to lava, "Oh."

Hermione collapsed, her eyes on the ceiling. Fred was going to kill her. At least she got to say a nice goodbye to him.

"Hermione Granger," she turned her head, but all she saw was purple flame. Above her was pure, bright white, so painful to look at that Hermione covered her eyes. But that voice... She knew that voice.

"Fred?!"

"Don't act so surprised," he laughed, "The letter did say that we'd be here at 2:00 to come and get you."

"I didn't expect you to be on time," Hermione pulled her trunk out of the hallway of her home regardless. She believed in being prepared. She'd just said goodbye to her parents, having noticed the motorcycle loitering in her driveway. "Uh, Fred... Where did you get that? And where is George?"

"Come on, this is the Quidditch World Cup we're talking about," Fred said cockily, "I've got to arrive in style... Besides, I'm trying to impress your dad."

"What?!" Hermione glanced over her shoulder at the window. "Why?!"

"I'm kidding," Fred laughed. Hermione decided that she liked the way his eyes lit up when he laughed. Fred Weasley was undeniably cute. "It's a broom with a disguise, so the Muggles don't notice."

"Oh," Hermione said nervously. She wasn't a fan of heights per se. "Where's your dad?"

"Mum's got him cleaning," Fred shrugged, "Come on, I'll get your stuff."

"They sent one underage wizard to get me?" Hermione smiled, "I feel so safe."

"Well, I'd say you can trust me, but I'm not sure you can," Fred grinned at her and grabbed her trunk. Hermione tried to close her mouth; Fred Weasley was much more than undeniably cute. He was borderline scary attractive. He hefted her trunk and dragged it down the front step of her house. "Merlin, Granger, what do you have in here, half the library?"

"Sorry," Hermione muttered, pulling at the hem of her shirt nervously. Fred was in jeans and a scarlet t-shirt that should not have complimented his hair the way it did. His t-shirt was too small for him, it clung to him in a very nice way, showing off muscles Hermione shouldn't have noticed or been so keenly aware of.

No, no, no. Hermione did not have a crush on Fred. She didn't. She liked Ron, and she thought that maybe Ron liked her. Not that he'd ever do anything about it. If Fred liked her, he might just have the courage to- but it didn't matter because Fred didn't like her.

"It's alright," Fred grunted, leaving her trunk beside the bike-broom. He glanced suspiciously down Hermione's empty street. Hermione grabbed Crookshanks' basket and followed Fred. "Oh, yeah, your cat."

"What do I do with him?" Hermione asked.

"Well, Bill should be here in... Just a few minutes," Fred referenced his wristwatch. "He can Apparate your cat to the Burrow, and the trunk."

"Uh, why isn't he here now?" Hermione asked nervously, setting her cat down on her trunk.

"Well, we weren't exactly all ready to come get you, but I knew you'd worry if we were late," Fred shrugged.

"Because I'm stuck up like that," Hermione said under her breath. Heat crept into her face for no good reason. Fred was cute -no, attractive- and all, but he could be mean. He could be mean and funny and charismatic. He could make anyone laugh. He pranked people, and he wasn't good at school. He was her complete opposite. She shouldn't care what he thought of her.

"What?" Fred asked with a chuckle. "No, because you're put together."

"You think I'm put together?" Hermione asked skeptically, daring to look up at him. She thought his ears might be a little red.

"Yeah, you're... punctual," Fred said, his face betraying his confusion, "You aren't stuck up."

Hermione steered the conversation to clearer waters, "So why wasn't Bill ready?"

"Mum's after him with scissors," Fred said. His hair was longer than usual, and he ran his hand through it. He glanced at Hermione and she realized she'd been staring.

Hermione stared at the grass instead. She wished her parents... No, that would make things so much more awkward. They were currently engaged in a rather intense game of chess, and Hermione's mum was convinced she could win this time. They were having a tournament of sorts. Hermione's dad had won three in a row, twice against Hermione and once against her mother. Hermione had lost twice to her mother as well, but she'd won their second match of three.

"Why hasn't your Mum cut your hair?" Hermione asked.

"I can be very sneaky when I want," Fred smiled widely again. Hermione quickly diverted her gaze to the pavement. "Why can't I meet your parents?"

"It's not that you can't, it's that you won't," Hermione said. "Can you imagine what my dad would say, if the first boy he met -of my friends- was... You?"

"Hey!" Fred protested. "Am I that bad?"

"You've failed nearly all of your exams," Hermione said flatly.

"Yeah, but look at this face," Fred waved a hand in front of his eyes, "This is a great face."

"That's not the point," Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"Ah, so you admit it!"

"I- what-" Hermione turned positively crimson.

"You didn't deny it, so you must think it's true," Fred nudged Hermione with his arm. Before she could gather her wits, there was a small pop. "Bill! You survived!"

"Barely," Bill grumbled. Hermione studied his face carefully. He had several features like Fred, and several like Ron, and several that all three of them shared. Well, four, if George was counted. He grabbed Hermione's trunk, her cat, and disappeared without another word.

"Uhhh," Fred smiled and clapped his hands together nervously, "He was supposed to stay... for a lot longer... actually..."

"Now Bill has a nice face," Hermione said daringly. She regretted it immediately. What was she doing?

"Bill and I look very similar," Fred said with a slight frown. Hermione built up her courage.

"Yeah, but Bill carries himself differently," Hermione said, ignoring her burning cheeks.

Wait, was she flirting? Hermione thought that maybe she was. This was especially weird because she didn't think she'd ever really tried to do that with Ron or Harry.

Fred's carefree grin made it easy, "Oh, so you like older guys then? I hate to break it to you, 'Mione, but I'm older too."

"It's Hermione," she said, giving him a small shove.

"You don't call me Frederick."

"Your own mother doesn't call you Frederick," Hermione said shortly. She hadn't even realized that his full name wasn't Fred.

"Come on, 'Mione," Fred put special emphasis on her name. He grinned at her again and Hermione's stomach fluttered. Maintaining her practiced disapproving scowl was getting harder. "Let's not get off topic."

"We aren't off anything," Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.

"We were talking about how you think my face is nice."

"Bill's is nicer."

"Doesn't mean mine isn't still at least a little nice. Besides that, I'm funnier," Fred said confidently.

"What are you trying to get at?" Hermione asked suspiciously. Fred watched her for a moment.

"Why are you blushing?"

"Because you're trying to embarrass me," Hermione said plainly.

"I am not, what on Earth gave you that impression," Fred laughed, "I'm just trying to get you to admit that I have a nice face."

"According to you, I've already done that," Hermione grumbled.

"Well then, let's move on," Fred smile. He tapped something on the motorcycle's handlebars and it transformed into a broom with a poof of lilac smoke. Fred coughed and slung the broom over his shoulders then strode confidently away.

"Wha- Wait, Fred!" Hermione hurried down the street after him. "What happened to not letting the Muggles notice?!"

"Calm down, they rarely see anything properly," Fred grinned and started to whistle. Hermione glanced around suspiciously.

"Why can't we just leave now, please?" Hermione asked. She needed something safe to stare at besides Fred. The sidewalk was no longer working. The sky wasn't very interesting either. Her stomach twisted with nerves. She really, honestly didn't like flying.

"You're anxious about flying," Fred said quietly. Hermione looked at him, her eyes widening with surprise. He shouldn't know that, Hermione hadn't ever really told him. They weren't exactly close. "Ron told me you don't like it."

"Flying isn't the-"

"It's the height," Fred nodded. "I... I used to have the same problem. But brooms are one of the easiest things to make, and they have the strongest, safest enchantments. No one ever just suddenly falls off their broom."

"But didn't you grow up on broomsticks?" Hermione asked, ignoring the logical half of his argument. It was hard to picture him afraid of anything.

"They hovered two feet off the ground. When you go from a toy to the real thing," Fred grimaced, "There's a big difference."

"Why are you telling me all this?" Hermione asked.

"Because, 'Mione, you need to trust me for about a half hour or so," Fred scrunched up his face, "After that you can go back to ignoring me and telling me off, but if you die on the way to the Burrow, Mum and Dad'll take turns killing me. Bill might help just 'cause he's bored."

"Thanks Fred," Hermione said sourly. His words were no longer aiding her overall nerves. True, she wasn't so worried about the flight, but something else made her stomach twist. It was Fred himself.

"Plus, you're kinda cute," Fred winked and turned down into the cover of a building where no one could see them. Hermione couldn't stop her smile. He thought...

Fred let the broom hover between for a moment. He mounted the broom and watched her. The broom sank slightly.

"Ready?"

"I'm not sure I trust you yet," Hermione said.

"And I'm not sure you ever will," smirked Fred. Hermione heartily agreed with him. She very nervously sat in front of him on the broom. "Two hands, okay?"

Hermione clutched the wood so hard she was afraid she would snap it. Fred chuckled and wrapped one arm around her waist. His other hand gripped the wood behind hers. He kicked off from the ground and Hermione squeaked quietly as they rushed into the air. She squeezed her eyes shut as the wind tore at her, pushing her back against Fred. He tightened his hand around her waist. "No, no, Fred, I don't like this."

"You're okay," Fred said quickly. The wind lessened and stopped. Hermione's hands hurt she was holding on so tight. Heat spread through her back and up her neck from Fred. "Look around, you're fine."

"No," Hermione shook her head.

"'Mione come on," Fred said gently. "Relax."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can," he assured her. He touched her hand gently with his. Hermione dared to open her eyes.

The sky was the most incredible blue. The ground below them was grey and brown and green. They were not moving forward, simply staying still hundreds of meters in the air. Hermione's breath caught. They were too far up. Way too far up.

"Why are we so high?" Hermione asked, unable to conceal her fear. She tried to stare at the way one of Fred's hands had covered hers, but the broom was so thin. There was no choice but to look at the ground if she did.

"Because if you fall, I'll have time catch you," Fred answered. Hermione let out another squeak at the thought of falling so far. "I was kidding... I promise, I won't let you fall."

"Why did it have to be you?" Hermione moaned.

"Because I was the one who suggested you come in the first place," Fred answered. Slowly they started forward. Hermione tried to comprehend his words but was suddenly unable to. "Ron asked for Harry, I said he couldn't leave you out, whether you like Quidditch or not."

"I hate Quidditch," Hermione said clearly, closing her eyes again.

"I know," Fred rested his head on her shoulder. Hermione was glad she kept her eyes closed; she was not forced to look away from him. His arm was warm around her waist. She felt so small in that moment, Fred had managed to surround her. She didn't even count that as a bad thing. The wind tore at her hair as they went faster and faster. Hermione cringed and pushed back against Fred. She hated flying so much.

"I hate flying," she told him.

"I'd noticed," Fred chuckled. She opened her eyes slowly when he picked his head off her shoulder. The sky seemed endless, and it didn't feel like they'd made much progress. Fred released her waist and pulled her hands down slightly on the handle. With his arms keeping her in place, he sent the broom into a dive. "Hang on."

"Fred," Hermione whined. The ground slowly loomed larger and larger until she could see individual leaves on the trees below them, "Fred!"

Laughing, Fred pulled out of the dive sharply. His feet hit against the tops of the trees.

"Are you crazy?!" Hermione screeched, "We'll be seen!"

"Live a little 'Mione," Fred whooped and they started to climb again.

"I hate you," Hermione grumbled under her breath.

"Nah," Fred said simply.

"You don't get to decide whether or not I hate you!"

"'Mione I doubt you have it in you to hate anyone, much less a charming soul such as myself," Fred said easily. Hermione suspected he was smiling.

"Will you stop calling me that?" She grumbled.

"No," Hermione was now certain he was grinning ear to ear. She shook her head and dared to look back at him. He did not even attempt to conceal his grin.

"You're insufferable," Hermione scoffed and turned back around.

He'd given her a nickname, and it wasn't awful. It could have even been affectionate. Hermione tried to see the downsides, but ran out fairly quick. One of the ones she kept coming back to was when he said it, it almost sounded like 'my knee.' She could picture it now; Pansy Parkinson shouting at her that she was Fred's hairy knee, and Merlin did she look the part. Then she realized that Fred had never really acted this way around her before. They had never really been alone together before. He was acting this way because there was no one to see them together. If just George had been there he wouldn't be being so nice or obstinate about teasing her.

Fred was a boy of innumerable complications to Hermione. He was rarely downright unpleasant, but he had a bit of a mean streak. He could make anyone laugh, but it was often at someone else's expense. He had the worst grades of all the Weasleys, but seemed smarter than his brothers at the same exact time. He was one of the more popular students, but still talked to her and Harry and made time for his family. He made no sense at all.

"Ah, home sweet home," Fred said after a long silence. Hermione noticed that they were descending again. A rickety sort of house that must have been held up by magic sat in the distance. They raced toward the back of it, and Hermione saw apple orchards, a pond, and an open field. She wondered just how much land the Weasleys owned. They did a tight circle around the house, Fred laughing again at the way Hermione cringed and pressed herself back into him. They turned so sharply she swore she left her face around the other side of the house.

"Forge!" came George's glee filled voice.

"Fred, be careful with her!" cried Mrs. Weasley.

"Go on, as planned!" George shouted over her.

"We're going to show them just how unafraid of heights you are," Fred said quickly, slowing near the roof of the Burrow. "Okay, so just pretend that you know exactly what you're doing and try not to throw up."

"Why would I-" Hermione bit her tongue against her shriek as they dove sharply toward the ground. They skimmed along it and then Fred pulled up suddenly.

They were doing a loop. Hermione forced herself to keep her eyes open. Fred had smartly placed themselves directly over the pond when they did this. They were nearly upright again when Hermione had a thought. She elbowed Fred in the side, risking a one handed hold on the broom. There was an extremely satisfying oof and a splash; the warmth behind her had disappeared. Hermione managed to land smoothly on the edge of the pond. She dismounted the broom hastily, surrounded by the loudest gales of laughter she'd ever heard.

Ginny flew out of the house and wrapped her arms around Hermione tightly. Hermione was watching the pond nervously. Fred had not popped up yet. Charlie and Bill hadn't managed to walk very far, they were incapacitated by their own laughter. George came running though, skidding to a stop beside Hermione and giving her a dark look.

"What?" Hermione asked innocently. Ginny took a step back.

There was a great splash, and Hermione screamed as she was drenched. Fred stood with his wand raised in the center of the pond.

"Foul!" Fred cried, and Hermione couldn't tell whether he was laughing or not.

"No magic, you're underage!" Mrs. Weasley called from the house.

"That was dirty trickery, that was!" Fred sloshed out of the pond and stood inches from Hermione, glaring down at her.

"You're dripping on me," she said quietly.

"After all I did for you," Fred shook his head sadly, then said dramatically, "I thought we were friends!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Honestly?"

"An eye for an eye," Fred said, a smile slowly forming. He must have realized that Hermione wasn't meeting his eyes as much as she should have been. His wet clothes clung to him in all the best ways. He literally glittered, the water on his skin shining in the sun. His mouth was something that Hermione really should not have stared at but did anyway. She met his clear brown eyes and saw something very dangerous in them. It gave her hope, because it was hope. She had just realized that Fred Weasley was hot and that she got to spend the entire summer with him. He had just realized that there was a chance she liked him as much as he liked her.

He had no choice but to throw her into the pond before anyone else could see the hope.

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Well, this one is longer than planned (nearly 5,000 words). After last weeks... mishap... I was extremely done with this site, which explains why I waited so long to post this. Plus, I wrote half of it yesterday...

I'm still open to suggestions for any flashbacks. If you wanted me to write about how Mr. and Mrs. Granger discovered Hermione was a witch, I would. Or how the infamous Fred-turned-Ron's-teddy-bear-into-a-spider incident went down. Anything at all, ridiculous or no.

animelover5107: She said something along the lines of "You don't get to judge me, you dim-witted, idiotic, bimbo."

AllieHatesYou: Thank you so much! That is generally what I'm aiming for; people who've only seen the movies or haven't read the books in a while shouldn't be left out or treated as lesser fans, they should be included for realizing that Harry Potter has even some value at all. I hope to write many more as well, maybe a Jily and a Charlie/OC that sort of coincides with this one... I'm not sure yet.

Guest: Thanks!

Fandomqueen104: In the book, Harry doesn't get there until after Umbridge has 'cornered' the Twins, and Ron was left near the back of the crowd. He didn't realize it was Hermione.

Infernalbooks: *spooky voice* foreshadowing *waves arms* They talk about looking at buying Zonko's in book 6, so I decided to throw it in for fun.

EJDimera'sGirl: *Nerd voice* Technically, Umbridge threatened Harry with the Cruciatus Curse. *pushes up glasses on nose* But yeah, Fred is already pissed at Umbridge. I'm thinking of adding a run-in between the two in book 7 of this... Also, I totally agree with you; humor over looks.

I'm a Nerd and Proud: I keep trying to do that but I don't know how to do the fancy formatting. I might just put in more .o0O0o. between POVs, IDK.