Hi!  It's me, Spibro!  This is the chapter I typed up.  Me.  Not Crawler.  So here it is!  Enjoy.

That was Spibro's first attempt at an author's note.  Forgot several things, he did.

They don't belong to us!  We're not getting anything out of this, except more fun than a barrel of monkeys.

The Founders

            "So what exactly does the Chamber group do?" Seneca asked sitting next to Hermione by the sinks.  "How often do we meet?"

            "It does, well, er, something."

            "Nice explanation, Potter," Draco smirked pulling Harry down next to him.  "See Seneca, it's like this.  Last year a plague was sweeping the forest and spreading into the school, killing students.  The Chamber group was formed to take what little antidote my father gave me and find the recipe, and then to produce more to save the students.  Although we had some troubles at first, we worked them out and are now civil to each other, at least within the privacy of our group. We meet whenever something comes up, here, in Myrtle's bathroom.  If greater secrecy is needed, we just have our resident Parselmouth open up the Chamber of Secrets and we hide in there."

            "I think I understand."

            "Remember, not a word to anyone, not even Lucan," Blaise said, climbing back onto the tops of the stalls.  "Now, back to business.  Draco's dad is dead. Reactions?  Draco?

            "I'm a bit surprised," Draco admitted.  "I never thought Death Eaters would kill my father.  I'm not really upset.  I know he was my father, but he never really acted it.  I'm  actually a bit relieved that he's dead.  Now he can't hurt me, or anyone else, ever again."

            "Dayco daddy dead?"

            "Yes."

            Noko chewed the tip of her tail thoughtfully.  "Dayco daddy hate Noko, say Noko no play wit Dayco.  Dayco daddy dead, Noko play wit Dayco!"   Pleased with this conclusion, Noko leapt into Draco's lap and curled up, thumping her soggy tail against the floor.  "Noko miss Dayco!"

            Draco hugged Noko and scratched behind her ears.  "Missed you too, Noko."

            "We can't do anything about Lucius," Hermione said, drawing attention back to business.  "However, we should keep an eye on ministry going-ons.  Ron, that's your job, keep in touch with Percy and your dad, Fudge can't stay Lucius for long if Lucius is dead.  The Polyjuice potion will run out and he'll need a new plan.  Anything else to talk about?"

            "Yes what was that, Blaise, that you said about Hufflepuff possessing me?"

            "Oh, that.  It seems that Ron, Harry, and I are some how tapping into memories of the Hogwarts founders while we dream.  Ron sees Gryiffindor's final moments, I see Slytherin's, and Harry sees . . . Hufflepuff's? Through someone else's eyes?"

            "Yeah.  I'm wondering if it's Hogwarts himself, since he was with Hufflepuff when she died.

            "What were their first names?" Seneca asked. "Was there a Herdir?  I know about Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff, but is there a Herdir?"

            "Hogwarts is Herdir Hogwarts, the fifth founder.  How did you know that?"  Hermione asked.

            "I dream too," Seneca said, "I dream that I'm in the body of a lady, and she's writing.  She mentions Godric, Salazar, Helga, and Herdir, than she talks about a shadow that's been stalking her.  As she's writing that, she dies."

            "Ravenclaw," Hermione whispered.  "You become Ravenclaw in your dreams."

            "All we're missing is Hufflepuff then," Draco said, "Now who might be Hufflepuff?"

            "What good would knowing Hufflepuff do us?" Blaise balanced on one foot on top of the stall, "We don't even know why we're able to have these dreams."

            "Mission of the Chamber group.  Learn how wizards can tap into memories of other wizards.  Use any means possible, but don't reveal anything about us having those dreams." Harry look at them all in turn. "I'm getting the feeling the less people that know, the safer we are."

            "Put your hands on your head and turn around slowly." George was pointing his wand at a small, plump, balding wizard.  The wizard did as George ordered.  "What's your name?"

            "Peter Pettigrew."

            George narrowed his eyes. "Pettigrew's dead."

            "No I'm not.  Ask Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, or Hermione Granger.  They can explain everything."

            "Why can't I just ask you?"

            "It'll take to long to explain. We took you because my master thought you were Gryiffindor's heir."

            "How can I be his heir?  I'm right in the middle of my family.  Dad, than Bill, then Charlie, then Percy, and then me."

            "Spiritual heir," Peter clarified.  "I, however, owe a life debt to Harry Potter.  Seeing as you're a friend of his, saving your life will help repay my debt to him."

            "Oh, so you're the idiot who imprisoned me.  Gotcha.  Okay, I go free, you've repaid a sliver of your debt to Harry.  Good luck with your explanation to your master!" George looked around the room before pointing to the fire place.  "Say, do you have any floo powder?"

            "I have a better idea." George squawked as Peter flung a spell at him, transfiguring him into a snowy owl. "Fly to Hogwarts.  Someone there can transfigure you back, and you'll be safe."

            George nipped Peter's fingers hard before flying to the window.  He lifted his wings about to take off, when he froze.

            "North about fifty miles."

            George nodded and flew away.  Harry had some explaining to do.  A dead wizard found alive and on the wrong side?  One with a life debt to Harry?  And what did Ron know about this?

            "Birdy!" Noko barked as Pig swooped down and perched on Ron's head.  Harry grabbed her and held her tightly before she could catch the tiny owl.

            "Maybe you should send Pig off.  I don't want Noko to eat him."

            "Harry! Look!"  Hermione was pointing up at Hedwig who seemed to be half supporting another owl.  They landed less than gracefully in front of Harry.  Hedwig's friend collapsed from exhaustion immediately.  "Oh the poor thing!" Hermione stroked its feathers and offered it some pumpkin juice.  The owl drank it greedily.

            "I wonder whose it is."

            Once it had recovered sufficiently, the owl stood up and flapped its wings, hooting at them.  Harry stood blankly back.  The owl slumped and smacked its head with one wing.

            "It acts humanish," Ron commented.  The owl started nodding vigorously.

            "Noko laughed, "Birdy dance!"  She started nodding and flapping her arms too.  The owl stopped.  It clicked its beak several times before it dipped a talon into the pumpkin juice.  In wet, orange letters on Hermione's napkin, the owl wrote I'm George.

            "I'm George?"  Hermione read. "Gee..oh!" George!  Finite Incantatum!"  George the owl turned back into George the human as Hermione lifted the spell of him.

            "George, you're alive!" Ron hugged his brother as George tried to climb off the table.

            Noko leapt at George, squealing, "Nuncle George birdy!  Nuncle George here!"

            Heads turned in their direction, excited whispers running through the hall.

            "George? George who?"

            "George Weasley!  I heard he died!"

            "George is here?"

            "Why is he on the table?"

            "George!" the last cry came from Ginny, who flung himself in his arms.  "You're alive!  You're here! This is great!"

            Ron grabbed Hermione's quill and scrawled a quick note to Fred.  "Here Pig, take this to Fred immediately, the sooner the better!"

            George found himself surrounded by a press of students welcoming him back to Hogwarts.  Sirius forced his way through the crowd and pulled George out.  "As much as you love Hogwarts' ex-troublemaker, George needs to get back to home.  Say good-bye now!"  George waved as Sirius dragged him off and a chorus of  "good-byes" followed him down the hall.

            "Can you Apparate?"

            "Yes, Fred and I passed the test early last summer."  George paused. "Why didn't I just Apparate out of that place then?"

            "It's good you didn't.  Voldemort probably can track anyone who Apparates or Disapparates in his territory."

            "Oh, Sirius, do you know if Fred's… well ….dead? I can't feel him anymore."

           "Fred's going crazy at Remus' house, but other than that, he's fine."  They arrived at the edge of Hogwarts' grounds.  "Well, now you can Apparate to Remus' house.  That's where the rest of your family is staying."

            "Why?  What happened to the Burrow?"

            "I think I'll let them tell you."  Sirius patted George's shoulder.  "Don't worry about it so much.  No one was seriously hurt, and it's best for you to get back to your family."

            "Something big is going to happen."

            "Is happening," Sirius corrected.  "Lucius Malfoy was killed by Death Eaters.  Whispers of a second Dark Lord are everywhere.  We're trying to unite our fighters.  Go to Remus' house and wait for Arabella Figg.  She'll have further instructions."

            "Where's Dumbledore?"

            Sirius paused and shook his head.  "We wish we knew."

Great, isn't it!? JJJ

~Spibro~

Here's a fun fact.

Usually, if a character forgets something like George forgot about Apparation, that's because the author forgot about Apparation and needed to scramble to cover her bases.(~laughter from Spibro~)  I'm guilty of that here.

Sometimes it's done purposely though.

So I won't tell you again if it's an accident or on purpose.

And I hate writing these notes with Spibro laughing over my shoulder.

CONTEST!

Where is Dumbledore?  The authors don't know!  Why don't you tell us where he should be!

*Suggestion submitted by Spibro – Dumbledore's vacationing in the Caribbean!  Just like Harry pictured him to be in the fourth book!

*Suggestion submitted by Crawler – Dumbledore is off examining the curious rituals of ants.  His nose is stuck in the dirt, and he's too busy to answer his owls.

What do you think?

~Crawler