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Chapter 22: Lights, Camera, aannnnnddddd Action!

"Harry, you sure you're all right?" Hermione asked the next morning, peering up at Harry on the top bunk. He tuned over from facing the wall and face Hermione on the floor.

"Yes," Harry said full of fatigue. "I'm okay. It doesn't hurt anymore."

"You're not even scared the least bit? Of Voldemort, I mean…"

"That probably wasn't him," Harry said. "Whoever it was, Sirius had to have scared it away…"

"What's going on?" Ron said suddenly as he woke up, his red hair in a mess over his eyes. Hermione giggled at the site of him.

"Sleep well, Ron?" Hermione laughed. He quickly fixed his hair, remembering Hermione had slept over. They all got up and dragged out to the bigger room. They found Mrs. Weasley had turned the kitchenette into a kitchen and had already made them breakfast. Fred, George, and Lee had already left the room early, with plans to meet Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell for breakfast. Oliver was up as well, reading USA Today and having half a grapefruit and a toast.

"Good Morning, Oliver," Hermione greeted, taking a seat at the table.

"Mornin'," Oliver said from behind the newspaper. Harry and Ron took their seats and took their share of toast, bacon, and porridge. Harry turned towards Oliver and read the headline: English Prime Minister Notifies President Bush of Mad Criminal on the Loose. Harry swallowed his bacon whole, which made him hack and cough and take a long drink of milk.

"Harry, you all right?" Ron said, mouth full of toast and marmalade, patting Harry's backside.

"Oliver, what does it say about that English Criminal?" Harry asked.

"Oh, that Sirius Black! They say his whereabouts are still unknown and has warned the United States," Oliver said. The three looked at each other and each knew the other's thoughts: they had to warn Lupin and Sirius. Ginny walked in and saw Harry's empty glass of milk. She brightened up and looked very happy.

"Looks like you slept well, Ginny," Hermione said. "How are you?"

"Dandy like a lion," Ginny said happily, still watching Harry.

"What?" Harry finally asked, wondering why Ginny was watching him spread butter on his toast.

"Oh nothing," Ginny said. She finally started on her breakfast. Mrs. Weasley walked in with the bed sheets.

"Mum, what are you doing?" Ginny asked, worried.

"Taking the sheets down to the laundry," Mrs. Weasley said as if it was an everyday normal thing.

"They have maids to do that," Hermione told her.

"House-elves here? Well, I'll be," She went back to the bedroom to leave the bed sheets with Ginny close behind her. "What's the matter Ginny?"

"I just…left something on my bed…." Ginny said, following her.

"Was it this bottle?" Mrs. Weasley asked, holding up a small, empty, corked vial.

"Oh, yes! Thanks Mum!" Ginny said, grabbing it and running back to the breakfast table.

"Now what was that all about?" Mrs. Weasley asked no one in particular.

***

"So, Oliver," Ron said. "What exactly are you going to do at Hogwarts? You can't just be a Quidditch coach."

"Oh, Madam Hooch retired, didn't you know? I'm your new Flying Teacher."

"Great," Harry mumbled, thinking of how nagging Oliver was during Quidditch Practice. Ginny had sat down again and continued to watch Harry, looking like she expected a change in him.

"Do I have something on my face or what?" Harry asked, a bit angrily.

"I'm sorry," Ginny said, her cheeks growing beet red. She looked down at her toast.

"Hurry up, children!" Mr. Weasley said, extremely excited to start the day's adventure. "We're going to the MGM Studios today!" They all finished their breakfasts, changed into day clothes, and headed down to the shuttle stop. Hermione caught up with Ginny.

"What was up with you this morning?" Hermione asked curiously. Ginny turned bright red again.

"I knew it wouldn't work…" Ginny started to say.

"What ever do you mean?"

"At the convention yesterday, a hag was selling Love Potions by the famous Laverne de Montmorency. I know, it was stupid…"

"Oh Ginny, you know that that's illegal!"

"It was worth a shot," Ginny said quietly.

"Well? Did it work?"

"I don't know yet," Ginny said, both of them turning back to look at Harry again. "Oh well…a girl can only dream…"

"How do you know if it worked?"

"Well the hag said that once he has begun to show some type of affection it should work. It's only going to last about a half hour…I just put a few drops in his milk to see if it would work…didn't want to accidentally poison him." Suddenly, Oliver cut between the two of them. He put his arms around their shoulders and sort of leaned on them.

"Hello Ginny," Oliver said, his face flushed and his eyes sparkling.

"Oh no," Ginny said as Hermione tried to stifle her laughter.

***

"Lights! Camera!……and…ACTION!" a director ordered.

"Hooray…for…Hollywood!

That's groovy valet movie, Hollywood!

Where any office boy or young mechanic can be a panic

Or just a good looking fan!

And any car maid can be a star maid

If she dances with or without a band!

Hooray for Hollywood!

Where you're terrific if you're even good!

Where anyone and all from Shirley Temple to Lady Zemple

Is equally understood!

Go out and try your luck

You may be Donald Duck!

Hooray for Hollywood!

(Orchestra Solo, chorus vocalizes and dance soloists perform)

Hooray for Hollywood!

Where you're terrific if you're even good!

Where anyone and all from Shirley Temple to Lady Zemple

Is equally understood!

Go out and try your luck

You may be Donald Duck!

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOOOOOOOODDDD!!!!!!!"

The audience clapped with great enthusiasm for the Disney-MGM Studios performers as they took their bows. The group headed down Hollywood Blvd. And gazed upon the giant Sorcerer Mickey hat, which was the icon of the 100 years of Magic Celebration. The group being: The Weasleys (minus the three eldest brothers), The Grangers, Harry and Oliver). Grammy Longbottom and Neville had left the Walt Disney World resort to visit their relatives (Grammy's sisters lived in at the Sunshine Resort Estates for Retired Wizards and Witches, and the rest of the family had chosen to visit for a reunion). They took turns taking pictures in front of the giant hat, trying to align themselves so the one being photographed looked as if he was wearing the tall blue hat, etched with stars and a crescent moon.

"They made that a little big…I mean it's big, just has the wrong proportions…" Mr. Weasley said, framing the site with his hands.

"What do you expect from Muggles?" Mrs. Weasley said, doing the same thing.

"A little closer," Ron directed Harry. "A little to the left…no, that's too far…a little more to the right…okay…stop!" Harry stopped. "Now if you can only squat a little bit, that's it…no stand a little straighter…"

"Ron, just take the picture!" Harry said. The camera flashed and the photograph dispensed out of Percy's camera.

"Oh that's great!" Hermione laughed, looking at the picture of Harry, who had been smiling while looking up above his head. The Harry in the photograph even grabbed the "hat" off his head and greeted them. They walked around the giant sorcerer's hat and found a large Chinese-architecture style building. It was Disney's replica of the famous Mann's Chinese Theatre, which housed the Great Movie Ride.

"Come children, we're going inside the theatre!" Mr. Weasley said leading the way.

"Are we to watch a movie?" Ginny asked as Harry read his guidebook. "Oliver, I don't want to hold your hand!"

"What's wrong with you?" George asked Oliver curiously.

"Your sister is so ravishingly beautiful! So perfect! Why hadn't I seen it before?"

"Ginny?! Our sister Ginny?" Fred asked in disbelief. "Who are you and what have you done with Oliver?"

"It seems like he took a blasted love pot-" Hermione started to giggle again. Fred and George looked at Oliver again and started sniggering with Hermione. "Oh wait until he comes out of it!" Ginny began to blush again.

"Love Potion?" Ron asked his sister. "For Oliver?"

"It was Hermione's idea," Ginny lied quickly, wishing not to be found out. "He hit the wrong target." Hermione stopped laughing, but Ron started laughing his head off.

"That's what I like, a happy family!" Mr. Weasley said as they entered the wonderful Chinese Theater, with a real classic Hollywood door greeter showing them in. You know, the guys that look like bellhops.

"Hermione, you tried to use a love potion on Oliver?!?" Ron finally said, his face almost purple from laughing for so long. Ginny looked at Hermione and begged her to go along with it. Hermione understood that Ginny did not want to reveal that she had tried to use a love potion on Harry in front of Mrs. Weasley, but this put Hermione in a bad position.

"So Rita Skeeter and Pansy Parkinson were right?" Fred joked. "Brewing yourself some love potions?"

"Well…I…I must've bought the wrong one…" Hermione said. "At the convention, I thought I was buying an elixir used for young men to help them become less arrogant of their Quidditch skills and more keen on helping establish a better attitude toward their truly important duty, in this case, teaching the difficult subject of flying. I wanted to test it on him before the new term started and I guess it was good, for the sales-witch had sold me the wrong bottle. I'll sue if I have to!" Everyone believed her, for it was only Hermione who would think of something that complex and they all knew that Oliver would start their flying lessons with the basic and somehow manage to end the class with a discussion on Quidditch strategies and give the class extra credit for coming to the first game. They all had been thinking something and saw Oliver slowly coming out of the power of the potion. They laughed as his face changed back to normal.

"What's so funny?" Oliver asked, completely unaware of where he was. Fred and George whispered in his ear as they wound through the line inside the lobby of the theatre. Interesting displays included actual props from the hit film Armageddon, Dorothy Gale's, portrayed by Judy Garland, red ruby slippers, and Mary Poppins's lavender Carrousel horse. Finally the group had reached the loading area and where seated in trams with long rows able to sit at least 6-7 guests. The "Hooray for Hollywood"' theme played in the background.

"Welcome to the Great Movie Ride! My name is Gus, I'll be your guide for today! Prepare to become a part of the movies as we take you through some of the greatest movies ever made! Are you ready? Here we go!" The tram began to move forward under an electrifying signage, similar to the old Cinema signs stating movies playing today.

I changed my mind…the next chapter will not be about the Great Movie Ride to those whom have already read this chapter. It's too hard and plus some of you might be a little bored with it. Anyway, thanx for reading and have a magical day! ºoº