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(A/N)~ Okay, I just read over the last chapter that I posted. I really didn't realize how bad it was until after I posted it. I am so sorry! Please, everyone who has been reading this story. don't stop just because of that chapter! I promise that the rest will get better! Anyways, I hope that this chapter is a little more satisfying. Please read and review! And thanks, all of mah reviewers! OldThornBecker~ um.thanks for the hints.keep reading:) Also~ Thank you, Lizzy, CosmicGirl22, Itsudemo Yuuki Tsubasa, CatalinaRose, PurplePrincess, PurplePrincess, and Izean, for reviewing in the past!!!

Another thing that I want to say is that this chapter has been ready for three weeks now. I have just been having problems with my disks, and then, when fanfiction.net got all messed up. yeah, so sorry that this took so long. The next chapter will be posted soon, because it's already finished:) Chapter Nine. At Hogwarts, things were slowly getting back to normal for everyone who was friends with Cho, Ron, and Ginny. Hermione and Harry didn't talk to each other as much as they used to, but still did everything together.

"We have our first defense against the dark arts class today," Hermione said to Harry as they ate breakfast in the Great Hall. "I know," Harry replied as he took a bite of his waffles, "I heard that our teacher is a girl." "I heard that to," said Seamus Finnigan, who just sat down across from Harry and Hermione, "Hermione, didn't you take Muggle Studies a few years ago?" "Yes, it was very interesting," Hermione replied. "That's nice," said Seamus sarcastically, "but is it easy? Because Gryffindors have that class right after Defense Against the Dark Arts." "Well," said Hermione, "It was very challenging when I took it in our third year, but there is a different professor this year." Parvati Patil joined the group, "My friend Susan, from Hufflepuff said it was a lot of fun," she said, "Susan says that even the Slytherins liked it." "Than it *must* be fun," Harry said. Everyone silently agreed as they headed for their first class, which was Defense Against the Dark Arts. "Bonjour!" said the teacher, who had a very heavy French accent, "Et beinvenue au ton premier. oh la la! Exuse-moi Sil vous plait! Welcome to your fust Deefense Ahgenst la Dark Ahrts closs of zee year!" Harry looked at the teacher. He recognized her as Fleur Delacour, the French girl who he competed against in the triwizird tournament the year before. He smiled and waved at her, but seeing Fleur caused sadness to seize his heart, because it brought back memories of the year before. His most vivid memory was of Cedric, lying on the ground. Dead. That memory was painful enough, but thinking of Cedric caused him to think of Cho, because they went to the ball together, and Harry also asked Cho to the ball. Thinking of the Ball caused Harry to think of Ron, because they both had a very hard time finding dates. And thinking of Ron caused Harry to think of Ginny. every thought had a chain reaction. So Harry forced himself to think of something else. Fleur introduced herself to the class and told them what they would be studying. "We will beegin wiz cursez for zee beeginneeng of ze year. Ofter efryone haz mastered cursez, we shall learn howe to duel. Wiz zee remainder of zee year we cursez, we shall learn howe to duel. Wiz zee remainder of zee year we will learn about zee unforgeevible cursez, which I beelieve you haf already beegan." Everyone exchanged glances with their friends. That didn't seem to be too much to be covering during the year. "And now," Fleur continued, "Pleese take out your pahchment and quillz. We will beegin zis closs wiv some note takeeng."

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"Should I open it?" Cho asked nervously eyeing the mysterious box. "I don't think so," Ron said weakly, "I mean, you did say that Lucius MALFOY gave it to you." "He *probably* gave it to me," Cho corrected, "All we know about it is that Mr. Malfoy told us about a purple box. But this box is brown." "Yes," said Ginny, "but it has the note." "Anything could be in this," Cho whispered, "it could help us. or it could kill us." "We are as good as dead right now," Ron muttered as he lay down on the cave floors, "We might as well open it." Ginny shuddered. "Let's just keep it for awhile. If we are in the same position a week from now, we can open it." Cho nodded, "That's a good idea," she said, "what do you think Ron?" Cho and Ginny looked expectantly at Ron, only to see that he was sound asleep. ~**Ü~*~*~*~*$|£*£|$*~*~*~*~*~Ü**~

"I am really looking forward to Muggle Studies again," said Hermione as she and Harry left the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, "Everyone has such wonderful things to say about it. I heard that it is a lot different from when I took it." Harry nodded. "We have it with Ravenclaws so that should be good. They are usually very nice." "Yeah," Harry muttered. Hermione sighed, "Harry *please!*" "What?" "Just get on with your life! I know that you're worried about Ron, Ginny, and Cho. We *all* are! But Harry, you have to stop all of this. this moping! It's not good for you." Harry stiffened. Hermione never talked to him like that. "Maybe if you saw what I have seen," he said curtly, "than maybe you would understand. But you haven't, and you don't. So please just stay out of my life." He walked away leaving Hermione shocked. Her eyes filled with tears, but she continued on to her next class.

Harry didn't go straight to Muggle Studies. He wanted a few minutes to himself, and he had plenty of time before his class started. He ran up to the common room and sat down in one of the big red chairs. He rested his head in his hands and tried to put his thoughts in order. So far, he had seen Ginny and Cho crying, and Ron either unconscious or dead. Awhile later, he saw Ginny, Cho, and Ron in a fire, and then Ron was under the Cruciatus curse... It had been a week since Harry had witnessed either of those events. Harry glanced at the clock in the common room and gathered his things and headed down to Muggle Studies. Right now he had too many things to worry about. So he walked to the Muggle Studies room and tried to ignore the burning sensation in his forehead.



A/N~ I hope that was an improvement over last chapter, lol! Please read and review:)