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Notes: Hey folks!!! Here's (finally) chapter 10, but, before you read it, please read the following little story, because only THEN you can understand why we forget good old Dark Lord a little.
It took place backstage, and nobody besides Harry and us knows it. Harry didn't tell it anybody it just was too absurd ^^' ...

PS: This is the absolute weirdness. Don't read it if you don't have a sick taste of humour like we two. It's not perverted or anything like that, it's just...weird, and you probably won't find it amusing at all. It's just that we invented this scene and laughed tears about it...so if ya don't like something like that, skip it and read the story^^

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We want to lead you back to the end of volume four, right to the scene when Lord Voldemort rose out of his cauldron, being helped so much by Wormtail. And here, our dear readers, the story would continue otherwise as you might think. Yes, this is the first performance of the unbelievable, earth-shattering truth

White smoke poured out of the cauldron and down to the earth. That was definitely not part of the task Harry had to do. Through the density of the smoke Harry was able to make out the shadowy contours of a very thin man.

Cold sweat ran down his body when he tried to move his hand down to his wand, but he was paralysed. Wormtail provided Voldemort black robes and his wand, and then the glowing red eyes stared at Harry with a nasty, hardly noticeable grin. Harry stared back at him, knowing that his end was near. The air felt like pure electricity, itching noiseless down his body. Harry could only hear his own irregular breaths, full of fear as he was confronted with the realization of his own soon death.
Voldemort raised his wand and, without a warning, spoke out the most terrible two words Harry had ever heard. "Avada Kedavra!"


Silence. And then -

"Pang!" That was the word that was to read on the tiny little flag which had just been shot out of Voldemorts wand among tons of confetti and the one or the other red plastic rose.

Voldemorts grin gave way to a look of pure dismay. His white head blushed until it reached the colour of a tomato. Searching he tipped the top of the wand against his cauldron, which only had the affect that the tiny flag moved to and fro and the blue "Pang!" changed into a sweet baby pink.

The extremely embarrassing situation got far more embarrassing when his deatheaters suddenly started to blow into little whistles and to throw with the confetti. Singing a deadly wrong "Happy Birthday tooo yoouu" they threw away their black robes and showed the yellow and red ones they had worn underneath. Dancing and singing they ran towards the next pub to make "a proper party for the birthday of our Lord".

Harry began to take pity on his enemy. But he really couldn't help bursting out into laughter when the following happened:

Amongst all the graves a woman and her daughter went for a walk. Voldemort nearly collapsed when he heard the little girl shrieking shrilly "Mummy, Mummy, look at that man!! Is he crazy, Mummy, is he a real crazy man? Can I go and touch him, Mummy?"

Voldemorts eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Do not look at him, dear, he is ill." the sorrowful mother explained to her daughter while her disgusted glances hit Dark Lord. She tried to cover the eyes of her daughter and pushed her to walk faster. And Harry used the time Voldemort needed to come to terms with this unbearable humiliation to get back to the Portkey.

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And that, my dears, was what really happened when Harry and Cedric disappeared. Harry just wanted to make his story sounds more heroic. And of course he also wanted to honour Cedric in telling everybody that he was killed by Lord Voldemort.

Actually he died with laughter

Here you had it, the unbelievable truth. THAT'S the reason why we tend towards forgetting Voldy a little. But we're sure J.K.Rowling will help him out of this disgrace. And while she's doing that we will go on posting our story to keep your mind up to volume five. Now, on with chapter 10! We hope you all will have fun with it (like we had when we searched for the ideas to take the piss out of "Voldy" ^.^' )

Confusing Experiences and Hidden Feelings

by Kaeera & Latrisha

Chapter 10: Back in Hogwarts - The Prediction


HERMIONES POV

I woke up early in the morning, remembering only parts of the confusing dream that, I thought, must have woken me up. However, I sat on my bed and stared out of the window. Rain fell down on the Hogwarts' grounds, and the sky was all grey. To tell the truth, the mood I was in was almost worse than the weather. After my conversation with Ginny I had made a decision: I would finally let Ron know how I felt.

I clearly remembered Ginny's voice in my mind. 'I will talk to him if you want. Hermione, we are friends! I know that Harry noticed it as well, and he can talk to Ron, too. Why don't you talk to your friends?'

Oh yeah, did she think that it would be that easy? And Harry, Harry knew about it? How is it that Harry knew about it? Am I the only one who had noticed it so late? Was it so obvious?!

I shook my head. Everything was so confusing. Sighing I left the dormitory and went down for breakfast. I was one of the first to be down. On the Gryffindor table I objected Harry, who was deepened into a book about Quidditch. A peace of toast hung lifeless out of his mouth and his hand hold a glass of milk a few inches away from his face. Probably he had forgotten to drink. That was so typical for him! Harry and Quidditch, no one would ever be able to interrupt him when he just thought about his sport. I wondered if I should never-the-less ask him to -

"Hi Hermione!" Neville. He walked towards me and waved his hand. I expected that he admired me a little, as I was so good in school and all. But then I remembered that yesterday he had tried to comfort me because of my dinosaur-accident. I guessed he thought I might need some comforting this morning too, and he thought that it would be the best to greet me friendly.

"Good morning!" I replied annoyed.

Harry looked up from his book. "Mornin' " he said, his mouth full with the rest of his toast. Then he noticed his glass of milk and put it back on the table. I sat down next to him and grabbed at the cornflakes.

"Hi." I said. "Already awake?" Argh, what a question! Couldn't I see that he WAS awake?

Harry grinned. "Here, our new timetables." He gave me my timetable and continued reading. Hmm, Arithmancy was my first lesson on Monday. I was looking forward to it although Harry and Ron would have another subject. I spied over to Harry's timetable. Professor Trelawney?! Oh no, poor boys. I grinned evilly and started buttering my toast.

My thoughts drifted back to Ron. What well, what, if I made it stop? What if I forgot about the whole thing, having a crush on Ron? If I made them go away, these feelings for him? Really, it was insufferable not to know how he thought about me. I just had to know.

"Morning!" An all too nice voice said behind me and the owner of it yawned loudly. The said object with the sweet red hair and the unbelievable need to make fun of me had entered the Great Hall.

"Harry, why can't you wake up quietly? It's horrible to be in the same dorm as you!" Harry started laughing. Ron sat down next to me. "Hmm." he made, looking at the timetable. "Good old Trelawney, huh?" He made a face. "Harry, Ron, I'd pay attention if my future was that scary. "

As far as I could tell, that was one of her most used sentences during the lesson. And Ron had could imitate her so well that anyone could mistake him for her if you just heard his voice. Everybody was laughing so loud that I had to clear my throat firmly when I noticed Professor McGonagall passing by.

When I was done with breakfast, I went upstairs and took my books for Arithmancy. Ginny followed me, and when we were out of sight she asked "And?" and watched me curiously.

What 'And?', I wanted to say, but I knew exactly what she meant. "It's," I began, "well, I don't know how to say anything to him. He's a friend, you know. He would certainly not expect me to say 'Hey, I love you!'"

Ginny had to grin at the thought of that.

"You wouldn't say kind of that to Harry, either.", I told her

"Actually I gave him up, if you want to know." Ginny said, suddenly sounding sadly. "There was no point, really."

For lack of anything more creative, I said "Oh."

How was it that I hadn't noticed that? Ginny was my best friend. But we never spoke about Harry. But now as I knew why, it suddenly seemed clear to me. Ginny had stopped blushing so badly when she saw Harry, and she even dared talk to him as if he was a normal person. "Why, Ginny? Uhm, why did you give up on him?"

Her mouth formed a gentle smile and she said: "Hermione. We both know that there is Cho in first place. And even if she wasn't, young Ginny Weasley would certainly not follow. I like Harry, but I just don't want to run after him anymore without him ever noticing me."

I understood her. I'd read a saying once, and it said 'The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right next to him, knowing that you can't have him.' In this moment, it seemed to me the most intelligent saying I had ever heard of.


HARRYS POV

I guess in every story there is always a person who sleeps long and even during the day is not fully awake. You know, these people who absolutely never get the point. Who always get into the biggest mess without even noticing what they did wrong. But you just cant be angry with them. Ron is that person.

Loudly yawning he sat next to me, after Hermione had left.

"What are Herm and Gin talking about the whole time? They always stop when I'm around." he asked curiously.

" I have no idea," I lied grinning. "Like Fred and George, those two, aren't they?"

"Perhaps they are planning something" Ron speculated and scratched his chin.

"Possibly." I said and tried to change the topic. Ron would somehow have to find out himself that he was the girls' main topic. Even if I doubted strongly that he ever would find it out. But I wouldn't put my nose into my best friends' affaires. I could see it last time, when it ended in a broken skeleton and another quarrel about it in the train. It simply had no use. But perhaps when I was asked for

"Don't you think that we should fetch our things?" I asked, remembering a fuming Professor Trelawney.

"Yeah. Trelawney is waiting" Ron said in a voice which seemed to be out of a horror movie. "Let's go."

We fought ourselves up the endless-seeming stairs. "Why can't she move further down?!" Ron complained when we arrived at the final stairs.


NORMAL POV

All their hurrying had been useless. Harry and Ron were late, and, three minutes, that was much to much for their teacher.

"Harry Potter! Ronald Weasley! I knew that you would be late!"

Lavender threw a furious glance at Harry, as Professor Trelawney just wanted to read out of her hand when she was interrupted by them. Harry looked down at the floor and tried to look guilty. His teacher stared at him strictly and shook her head. "Harry, Harry." she said. "I wonder why you're still alive. My inner eye always tells the truth." She looked sorrowfully at him. "It said that this year would be your last at Hogwarts."

Ron rolled his eyes and sighed. "She should invent something new." he whispered annoyed. But Pavarti's eyes widened. Ron would never be able to prove that she had a little crush on Harry, but he knew she had.

Meanwhile, but in another corner of Hogwarts, other conversations were taking place.

"Are you sure, Professor Dumbledore?" a shaking voice asked.

"No one can be sure about that, Minerva. Even the most powerful witch or wizard couldn't say it for sure."

Professor McGonagall nodded with a gloomy expression on her face. Evidently she thought that she might have known that herself.

"Butwhen? Someone has to know when?" Snape asked.

"If it happens, then it will be this year. That's all I can say. And now, return to your classes. I'm sure they're waiting anxiously." He twinkled and the few teachers left.

Ron packed his book back into his bag and wondered why he had fetched it at all. "That was the hardest lesson we ever had. I couldn't fall asleep!!" he said sadly.

"Unbearable." Harry replied, standing up and making his way to the door. They were, as always, the last to leave, because they didn't find it necessary to listen to Professor Trelawney, even when she told them to go.

Reaching the door, an odd whining made Harry look back. Through the gloominess of the room he was able to make out Professor Trelawney. She stood in front of the fireplace, her head buried in her hands, breathing hard.

"What..?" Ron started, but was interrupted by her.

"It will happen! Christmas. Sometime around Christmas. Jupiter will influence Mars, hmmmm" The whining started again. Her voice sounded old and weak, and very deep. It was frightening. "I see Moon. Oh no, NO! Neptune is coming to close."

She sighed and sounded even older and weaker than she did before. "It will happen. The constellation of planets and stars will make it happen. Like thousands of years ago. One week, one week without - " She jumped up. "What? Oh, I must have fallen asleep."

She looked around and saw Harry and Ron standing in the door frame. "Out! What are you still doing in here? Go now!"

Harry left and pulled Ron, who was about to say something, with him. "I'll tell Dumbledore. Tell no one about it, except of Hermione, OK?" Harry vaguely recalled the last time he saw one of Trelawneys predictions. Dumbledore had instructed him to tell him every other one, too. And that was what he was about to do. Ron walked on, mumbling something like "No idea what he's talkin' 'bout."

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Harry ran to the office of Albus Dumbledore, and as if Fortune wanted it, the door opened exactly when he got there.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir!" he said out of breath and leaned against the wall.

"Harry?" he answered friendly, like he almost always was, but with a slightly worried undertone in his voice. "What's the matter?"

"Professor Trelawney! She's made another prediction!" Harry told him and watched how the school head's eyes widened. "What was it about?"

"She said that it would happen around Christmas and that the planets are or will be wrong or something. It was a real one again, I swear!"

"Hmm." The Professor made. "Yes, indeed. The third correct prediction. I should really raise her salary."

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It was time for lunch when Hermione prepared herself for a very hard task. She made her way through the corridors and let the question go through her mind again and again. "Would you mind me sitting next to you, Ron?" No, that wasn't good. "May I?" No, not either. Why the hell was she thinking about that? Hadn't she taken place next to Ron at least a million times before? So why should she ask him now?

She was too excited to notice that she already had reached the Great Hall.

"Hermione! Where have you been?" Ron shouted from the other side of the hall, but loud enough that at least fifty shocked students turned their heads towards him. Hermione sighed and waved. Her question hadn't been necessary because the only chair that was free around them was next to Ron.

She joined her friends and felt her face blushing slightly every time she heard Ron talking. And, God, he talked a lot! One more word out of his mouth and she was going to throw herself out a window.

Waiting for the plates to be filled, she looked around in the hall and tried to ignore that her face was the same colour as Ron's hair. But the plates weren't filled. Instead, Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. When silence ruled, he began to speak.

"Students of Hogwarts! You all should already have noticed that you are attending a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Otherwise, please take notice of it now. Well, like in the Muggle World, some problems exist even here, for which even the best witches and wizards cannot find an answer. Some of you might have heard about it yet. I have to inform you that next Christmas, - " he took a long breath, "next Christmas, the Week of Fuming Neptune will come over us." That was the end of his speech.

Some students raised their eyebrows, other ones continued eating, but most of them didn't seem to have realized what Dumbledore had just said.

But -

"OH MY GOODNESS !" Hermione squeaked in panic and covered her mouth with her hands, making hundreds of students look at her wondering what was so terrible.

"How shocking." Ron commented sarcastically and rolled his eyes. Overreacting like always, he thought.

"Indeed." Harry agreed seriously, but later wished he hadn't said anything.

Hermione stared at both of them, obviously wondering for the thousandth time if they didn't read anything. "Let me guess! You two don't even have the slightest idea what the Week of Fuming Neptune is ?!" she asked matter-of-factly. "Then I will obviously have to teach your sorry excuses of brains that the Week of Fuming Neptune means that all wizards and witches will have to come to terms one week without magic. No magic, do you understand the words that I am saying?" She was really getting mad on them, as they were always making fun of her.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Oh. What a catastrophe. I guess we'll survive, won't we, Harry?" But Harry did understand.

HARRYS POV

As far as I could tell, a week without any magic would be the most terrible catastrophe that could happen. I mean, if magic didn't work, it would be the total chaos.

Before long, even the stupidest student knew what was going on. But only the ones who were able to think further understood the real problem.

Well, it's not really a problem to have to live a week without magical tricks and games, like Fred and George said.

And it also is not important that we all would have to fetch our food alone because the Houselves could not beam it up.

And it was also not needed to mention that we would have a week without any lessons, what made Hermione really unhappy although she knew the real problem.

OK, I could agree with Ron that one week without Quidditch would be hell, but actually it was much more important that without magic, Hogwarts and all other magical schools and towns would be visible for the Muggles. Ascabans chains and curses would be broken and all the dungeons of Gringotts would be inviting far open for every burglar.

It was a terrible thought. I looked at Hermione. She nodded and her eyes spoke volumes.

To be continued...

The new plot idea has begun!! What do you think of it??

Angie - We are continuing...sorry that it took so long, but we both are quite busy! You're taking German? Hey, that's cool! Well, Gummiband is not that interesting for us (pickle is much more interesting, because it sounds like the German word for 'pimple'...O.o). And 'very good' is 'sehr gut', not 'zey good'^^ But it's cool when somebody tries to review in German! Thanks! It's a difficult language to learn, far more difficult than English.

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