Hey everyone! Ok, so here's a new idea... a BRILLIANT one! No, I actually mean it this time! :Þ Ok, so you'll have to figure the plot out yourself, but I'm gonna help you a little because there's some new characters. Oh, yeah, first: The idea of Harry Potter comes form JK Rowling. If you didn't know that, don't read this. Actually, go ahead. What the heck. But the ideas for this camp, and for many of the characters were mine. I'll do disclaimers along the way. So here's sort of a 'cast-list' type thing. Their names, personalities, and what they look like/wear.

CHARACTERS:

(in random order)

        1) Ginny Weasley: you know her- nice, smart, and this year... ya ready... she's  chilled out! She's over Harry. (Belongs to J.K.R.) Red hair, fair skin, jeans and a t-shirt.

        2) Brittany Kilowzki: Well, she's... messed up. She has serious issues. Like, she never makes sense. Believe me, don't try to make sense of the things she says- they're all random. (A mix of my creation inspired by my bud  Dana in Drama class last year. Good times, good times.) Brown, static friz hair. Inside-out clothing, pajamas.

        3) Hermione Granger: you know her. Nothing's changed much. Or has it? (J.K.R.) Now permanenty calm brown hair, smaller teeth, formal sweaters and long skirts.

        4) Lindsay McMillan: She's loud, sometimes obnoxious, but nice and fun- party animal type. (My own creation) Strawberry-blond, short, flair jeans and spaghetti-straps.

        5) Jessica Hansen: The flirty, breathy-voiced seducer type. Nothing much more to be said- you can take it from there. (Also my own creation. Come to think of it, there's not all that many good girl characters in H.P.) Fake blond, too much make-up, designer jeans or short skirts and tank-tops or very low cut necklines and highcut stomache-lines.

        6) Lavender _____: You know her too. Nothing's changed either. But it might... (J.K.R.) Boring- long-sleeved white shirts; short, unstyled pants.

        7) Haunalie: Seems quiet and withdrawn at first. I'll let you figure her out from there. You know, a deep person, but you'll get to know her. (Also my character. Nice name, huh? Bonus points for whoever can think of where that name came from. Actually, the name wasn't my creation, in that respect. Belongs to Peter, Paul, and Mary. But thought up by Dana, Darwin, and I during the old band days- more good times.) Dark brown (almost black) hair, tall, black or gray hooded sweatshirts and studded, baggy jeans.

        8) Bill: Ok, I'll do a disclaimer right away. HE'S CELLA'S. HE AND SHAWN. TOTALLY NOTHING TO DO WITH ME OR J.K.R. Actually, he can't really count as Cella's creation, more like he and Shawn rudely invaded Cella's mine and took it for a place to hang out. And I don't really know them that well, so go read Cella's stuff! Now! No, wait, after you read my story. But: her pen name's Cellamonder, and her amazing story is called "Cheating Destiny". Most amazing thing ever. Promise. Anyway, Bill. He's... Bill. He sorta lives in his own world of dime romance-paperbacks and magazines. He's kinda perverted and strange. See Sean, below.

        9) Sean: Full of himself, cocky, perverted, dated every girl in Slytherin and Ravenclaw, moving on to Hufflepuff. You get the picture. Oh, and he's worshipped by every girl at MIHS cuz he's hot! So is Bill. I think his last name's gonna be Biggerstaff now, after Oliver Wood's actor from the movie... HOTTY! Anway, it seems to fit him. Oh, and he's characteristicly (is that a word?) got this evil devil alarm clock in all of his stories- the alarm clock from Hell, I'm not kidding.

        10) Neville Longbottom: AMAZING!! Ok, sorry, no biased opinions here. He's just the love of my life. He's basically the same now... only let's make him hot. Brown/blonde hair, jeans and sweatshirt. Basic.

        11) Draco Malfoy: You know him. Well, you thought you knew him. Oooh, mysterious, m? (JKR) Now... what can we have him wearing... how about a white T-shirt and leather pants for all you Draco-lovers out there.

        12) Tiki-tiki-no-sarembo-chari-bari-ruchi-pip-pip-perry-pembo. You'll see. (Mine)

        13) Justin Finch-Fletchey- Sweet, annoying, girly. (JKR's)

        14) Lee Jordan- funny, nice, hot, tricky, you know him. (JKR's, developed more by me.) Wears: Hooded sweatshirts, baggy jeans. Spikes. Skater-type. Nice.

        Oh, yeah, and Proffessor Flitwick and Sprout and JKR's.

        Alright, now you know everyone. On to my story.

CHAPTER 1: CAMP VERITAS

            Proffessor Flitwick clasped his hands nervously and surveyed the room before him. It was about the size of a large classroom, but almost empty- just the small circle of 16 chairs in the middle and two long wood tables in a corner. There was also a fireplace against the wall opposite him, which, of course, was not lighted, as it was summer. There was a door on the wall to his left, which now opened slowly, revealing a monster made entirely of humoungous brown paper bags.

            "Oh, God, no!" shouted Proffessor Flitwick, backing hurriedly against the wall, "THE GROCERY BAG MAN!!! He's come back for me!"

            "Filius?" said a voice from behind the bags, "It's me, Sprout! Could you help me out here, please?"

            Pr. Flitwick calmed his fiercly pounding heart and relieved Pr. Sprout of two of her bags.

            "Thanks, Could you just set those right there on the table?" They both did. "Jeez, Filius, if you're gonna keep freaking out like that, you'll never be able to control these kids!"

            "I'm sorry," he muttered, intensely embarrased. "What're these?" He indicated the grocery bags.

            Pr. Sprout tipped them all over at once, the contents- various kinds of junk food- spilled all over the table. Smiling, she began to lay them out, coverint the whole table.

            "I just thought I'd pick 'em all up a bit of snackies to enjoy. Afterall, it is their summer holiday, and they are teenagers-"

            "I suppose... even if they're all delinquents-"

            "I think you'd be surprised, Filius," Sprout smiled. "Have you looked at the list of kids yet? I'm sure it's not what you'd expect."

            Just then, strange cracklings came from the fireplace. The two professors spun aroun to watch a tall, skinny yountg lady emerge fromt he fireplace with a large trunk, and brush ash off herself.

            "Mi... miss.... Miss Granger?" spluttered Flitwick, staring. "What're you doing here?"

            "Well," she said causually, moving her trunk over to a corner of a room wherea sign said 'Baggage here', "I was invited, I believe, or else I certainly wouldn't have spnt so long traveling throught that Floo system. This ceratinly is out in the middle of nowhere, isn't it?"

            "Good morning, Hermione. Yes, it really is, we created it ourselves, you know. Just for the purpose of this camp!"

            She indicated one of the 16 chairs and instructed Hermione to take a seat. And one by one, each of the students arrived through the fireplace in a similar manner, sometimes with Flitwick's surprise, sometimes with his expectance. In the end, the list of students sitting around the circle went like this:

            1) Hermione

            2) Sean

            3) Bill

            4) Neville

            5) Brittany

            6) Lindsay

            7) Malfoy

            8) Justin

            9) Ginny

            10) Lee

            11) Lavender

            13) Haunalie

Last of all, the fire spat out a strange unfamiliar little Chines boy wearing huge glasses (with tape, of course), sweat pants reaching to his ankles revealing bit, tie-died socks under some strange leather sandals. He set his trunk on the ground and grinned. "Wa Kee Chai Um!" He said happily.

            "Um, hello," said Sprout, hurrying over to him. "You must be... um... Ti- Tiki-"

            "Tiki-Tiki-Tembo-No-Sarembo-Chari-Bari-Ruchi-Pip-Pip-Perri-Pembo!" yelled the boy. "Mi es name-o!"

            "Er... yes." She smiled and checked him off on the list. "We'll just call you Tiki-Tiki, shall we?"

            "All, shall we, uh-hum. Yes." He hurried over and sat down between Lavender and Sean. "Yo!" he said, and smiled at both.

            "Yeah... hi." they both muttered nervously, looking the other way.

            "Well, now that you're all gathered here," began Sprout, she and Flit taking their seats, "Welcome to Camp Veritas. You may call me Sprout, and Prof. Flitwick here can be shortened to Flit. All right," she muttered, shifting uncomfortably, "Best we get the dirty stuf over with quick, eh? Then we can move on to fun!"

            "Oh, whoopee," muttered Sean sarcastically, "This sure is my idea, spending my holidays in a detention camp."

            "So," continued Sprout, glaring at him, then turning to look at each student in turn, "I suppose you all know why you're here. Each of you has commited a crime, some offence against the Ministry of Magic. Some of these are minor, some are incredibly serious. You see, we recieved lists at the Ministry- anonymous tip lists. One was a list of crimes one's a list of the offenders. Our job here at this camp-" here she nodded at Flitwick, who headed over and started tampering with the fireplace, "-is to find out who did what. Now, that can be very simple for you all, or it can be difficult. Your choice. All you have to do is admit what your crime was, go through some training here and you'll be released charge-free. However, the longer it takes you to confess, the longer you'll get to hang with us this summer. And, of course,t he few of you who commited the very serious crimes might be detained for a while." Flitwick stood, up, done with whatever he had been doing with the fireplace. She continued. "Flit has now closed the Floo grate. You're now here for the summer. I trust we'll all enjoy our time here. Oh, but let's hope it's safe fun, right? Everyone, turn in you wands to Flit now, please." Reluctantly, each student did so, and he returned to his seat. "Now," Sprout smiled, "that we've got that over with, let's get to know each other, shall we?"

Alright, everyone, I know that wasn't all that entertaining yet, but it'll get better now, promise. But review, please! I'm even okay with flames, just as long as you review, Oh, and don't give me any of that crap about un-realisticness of the story plot. I know it could never happen in real life, so don't bother me. I LOVE YOU FOR READING THIS! NOW READ CHAPTER 2!!!