I still don't own Harry Potter (thank God). I've no idea what will happen in this chapter; the other one was meant to be funny and look what happened.

"Hermione," Ron said with a sigh, "why are we going to the library?"

"Because I want to read."

"Hermione!"

"What?"

"Well…"

"Yeah, spit it out."

"Well, Hermione, I think we should at least—do something fun."

"Fun?" she asked, shocked. "Our best friend died yesterday!" Then she started to sniff… and sob… and cry… and wail…

"You go to the library and cry then," Ron said, "but I have to go and find Fred and George."

"They're in the library," Hermione stated.

"Huh?"

"If they're anywhere, they'll be in the library."

"Because no except you is sad enough to want to hang around the library so they can hide there!" Ron caught on.

Hermione gave him a dirty look.

"Uh, I mean, no one else is as smart as you to want to study all the time!"

"Anyway," Hermione said quietly, "if I can read I can forget about everything that's happened."

Ron shrugged. "Personally I prefer chocolate to make myself feel better."

Fred and George were in the library. "You were right again," Ron groaned.

"Oh uh, hi Ron," one of them (Fred?) said.

"Uh, hi," he replied.

"Look, about yesterday," the other twin (George?).

"We're sorry," they said together.

"There isn't going to be a riot is there? I mean, we sort of… killed Harry Potter," Fred said miserably.

"We didn't mean to," added George.

"We were trying to protect him."

"And somehow…"

"It just went wrong."

"It was an accident, honest…"

"I mean, if we'd killed a Slytherin player…"

"But he was on our team!"