Harry Potter and the Curse of the Gypsy
Authors Note: Hey kids! How do you like the story? I am having a lot of fun, and hope that you like this as much as I do. Cory Johnson is quite the card, isn't she? Get ready for some cool stuff! I'm out!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the books. I own only the plot and the original character Cory Johnson. Hmmmm, finished taking notes? All right, let's begin, shall we?
Chapter Six
"What...who...what are you doing here?" Draco stammered, staring at Cory in amazement. She rolled her eyes and stepped into the compartment, shaking her head.
"I'm enjoying your pleasant company." She said wryly, making Draco blanch. "What do you think I'm doing?"
"You're making a big mistake." Draco fumed, glaring at Cory. She raised a brow and looked at him warily, her eyes glinting with annoyance.
"A mistake? And how would that be?" she asked, crossing her arms. Draoc sputtered, watching her.
"Don't cross me!" he said loudly. "Don't you know who I am?" Cory shrugged and looked him up and down, a smile quirking the corner of her lips.
"Well, no, not really. Am I supposed to?" Draco was seething, Cory didn't pay any attention.
'I hope she knows what she's getting herself into.' He thought. He couldn't help but find the situation humorous. As much as he had disliked Cory on meeting her after the concert on his birthday, he could only like Draco less. Having her cut him down to size was an amusing occurrence.
"I am Draco Malfoy, of one of the oldest and most noble wizard families. My father..."
"Your father?" she snorted. "What about your father? Do you think he can do something to me? I think you are forgetting who you are dealing with. The Minister of Magic is not only my father's cousin, he is my godfather. I know things about your family that even you don't know, you little prat."
"I...I..."
"Go." She said, waving her hand. Draco sneered, but left quickly. Cory slammed the door closed behind him. "Much better." She said with amusement, wiping off her hands. And then she turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Her smile faltered. "Oh...it's you." She muttered.
"Yeah." Harry said uncomfortably. "Erm...nice to see you again."
Cory stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Cut the act, all right?"
"Excuse me?" he felt a wave of confusion when Cory spoke.
"Listen, I know I wasn't exactly nice to you at the concert. Big deal. I'm not a singer to make friends. But you don't have to pretend you liked me. That gets old fast." She leaned back, her eyes gleaming.
"Well...I was just trying to be polite." He said quietly, looking at her as she stood there. She shifted uncomfortably.
"Sure. But...well, I just didn't happen to be in the best of moods at the concert, all right? Don't think I'm like that all of the time." She said, shrugging. "Just most of the time."
"Okay." Harry said, running a hand through his hair. "I won't pretend to be nice to you. If that's the way you want it."
"It is." She said, nodding. "I don't mean to be rude. And...well, I guess that night I was a little bit of a...a..."
"Shrew?" Ron answered, narrowing his eyes. Cory turned around to look at him.
"Thank you." She said sarcastically. "Will you be wanting a prize now?" Cory glared at Ron, tossing back her head. He shifted under her gaze.
"Listen, just leave us alone, all right? Why do you have to be such a..." He paused, crossing his arms to match Cory's.
"Such a what?" she muttered bitingly. "Say it. Don't be afraid."
"Okay. Such a right...:"
"Ron!" Hermione said loudly, making him frown.
"Sorry, 'Mione. Just having a chat with Cory Johnson. She was just leaving." He said loudly. Cory sat down and glared at him.
"No, I was quite comfortable, thank you."
"I was right. You are a..."
"Ron!"
"Hermione!"
"Harry?" Everybody turned. Angelina Johnson was standing there, her Head Girl badge pinned on her robes. "Hermione? The prefect meeting in the cabin is about to start. Come on down. It shouldn't take long." She glanced over at Cory and Ron and whispered. "Are those two going to kill one another?"
"I don't know." Harry answered back, shooting them a glance. They continued to banter, shooting barbs back and forth. They started from the compartment and made their way down the train with Angelina.
"In here." She said, pushing aside a curtain. Harry and Hermione stepped in. All the other prefects were already there.
From Ravenclaw, there was Cho Chang, sitting beside a tall boy with dark blonde hair. She smiled politely at Harry, who struggled to return one. Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff sat side by side, talking under their breath. And then...
Slytherin. Draco sneered at Harry as he walked in. "Haven't got your little guard dog to protect you, this time Potter?" he said darkly. "What, is the Weasel teaching her what it takes to be in the Potter fan club?"
"Shove it Malfoy." Harry mumbled as he took his seat. Pansy Parkinson sat beside Draco, turning her nose up at Hermione. Angelina strode back in a moment later, followed by a tall Ravenclaw boy with a Head Boy badge.
"Greetings, new prefects." The boy said, smiling smugly. "First of all, I'd like to welcome you to being an exclusive and vital member of the team at Hogwarts..."
"Save it Daniel." Angelina said loudly, causing everybody, except the Slytherins, to break out into wide grins. "Listen, guys, you want to make this as short as possible right?" When all nodded she winked. "Right. So I'll just tell you a couple of things.
Prefects are required to maintain seventy five percent scores at all times, as well as may only receive a detention once a week. If you lose a cumulated more than two hundred points, you will be suspended from being a prefect. Got it?" when everybody nodded, she smiled. "Good."
"You will be resposible for keeping your houses in order, organizing events, such as Quidditch matches and the Halloween Ball we will be having this year, and keeping track of the current passwords." Daniel interjected, glaring at all of them. "You will have to work hard, be responsible..."
"They get it." Angelina muttered. "Okay guys? That's all." Everybody looked at each other, thankful for the short orientation, sure that the next day the leader of their respective house would be giving them the entire speech. Knowing that that would be McGonagoll, Harry moaned.
"C'mon." he said quietly to Hermione. "We'd better see if Cory and Ron are still alive."
"Yeah." Hermione muttered. "I'm almost afraid to see the carnage." They hurried back to the compartment. Cory was still sitting in the chair, glaring angrily at Ron, who had taken to seat opposite her. They were silent. "Excuse me?" Hermione asked cautiously. Both turned to look at her. "Oh, well I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I just wanted to know...well, what is going on here?"
"She is a callous witch. She hadn't even the decency to be polite when Harry and I met her at that concert." He glared at her.
"Well, I was going to apoligize, until you got all huffy with me. That is why I came here in the first place." Cory moaned in exasperation. "Listen, okay? I shouldn't have been rude. I'm sorry. But I can't take this." She stood and made her way to the door.
"Wait." Ron muttered, looking down. "I guess...I guess I can accept that. If you will tell us why you were so...well, you know, in the first place."
Cory looked up astonished. And began to smile. And began to laugh loudly. Everybody watched her in shock. "Oh, yeah...okay, okay. I just wasn't in a good mood, okay? Can we put all that behind us? You're kind of okay, I guess. I mean, you're better than that ferrety blonde Malfoy kid."
"At least we agree on something." Ron muttered.
"So." Hermione said brightly, making Harry jump. "Are you going to do the sorting with the first years or what?"
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Harry looked across the table in shock.
"Well, I can tell you, there was this one time at a show in Edinburgh when the manager tried to tell this one act that they couldn't come on. Claimed we didn't have enough time, but he really wanted to try and push his own act, you know? They used this spell called Azura....Azuri...well, something like that to turn him and everything he owned blue. I have it written down somewhere, I'll show you..."
"How did she get in Gryffindor?" Ron mumbled. "I mean, she's not a Slytherin----not as much a Slytherin as Malfoy anyway, but still, Gryffindor..."
Cory sat across from them, smiling brightly. Moments after they had arrived at the castle, McGonagoll had taken Cory off to be sorted discreetly, so as to keep the older girl from embarrassment. When she had come back a minute later, beaming brightly, she had put Cory in Hermione's hands...as the newest fifth year Gryffindor.
"Well, as you said, she wasn't really as bad as a Slytherin, and you never know what type of person is put into house. I mean, who would ever had predicted Neville would be a Gryffindor, and they say that Blaise Zabini is pretty nice, to be a Slytherin." Harry said thoughtfully. Ron snorted.
"Okay, I guess. But if she does anything to."
"To what?" Cory said, glancing at Ron from across the table. The twins, who had been involving her in a conversation about various pranks they had pulled, looked over at Ron, evil smiles firmly in place.
"Yeah, to what, Ronniekins? Is the pretty singer girl going to make you mad?" Fred snorted.
"Oh, don't say that, little ickle Ron might get upset." George replied. They began laughing. It was quiet apparent that Ron didn't seem comfortable with Cory Johnson, and Harry didn't blame him.
Though pretty, it was quite obvious Cory had an outrageous personality, which he suspected had nothing to do with fame. It had been a surprise when she had immediately began squabbling once more with Ron in the carriage on the way from the train, and immediately afterwards she had leaned over to whisper her own personal apology for the events of his birthday.
"Harry," she had said with light humor. "You know, I think I may have been a little harsh in the way I acted. I mean.well you know all about people treating you different because you're famous, right?"
Soon after she had involved Hermione in a discussion of DADA, and the book of shield charms that they would be studying from in addition to their regular text.
Harry had no idea how to place her. She was getting along quite well with the twins, which was to be expected, as not only did she have a high interest in magical pranks, she seemed to be irritating their brother to a degree unsurpassed by both of the twins combined.
On the other hand, not only had she made quick enemies with the entire Slytherin population, but Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were giving her anxious looks, and Neville seemed positively petrified by her. Oddly enough, Hermione seemed to enjoy her company, especially when she found out something quite unexpected.
"You're a gypsy?" she exclaimed, looking at her in astonishment.
"On my mother's side." She blushed. "My grandmother was a member of the Roshani clan. I really don't have that much information on it, really.But I've been told that I have natural skill with Potions and Charms and Curses, but none whatsoever with transfiguration." She frowned slightly. "Supposedly Gypsies are good at Divination, also, but I don't really care much for that."
Hermione snorted. "That class.it's hogwash. Really, I don't even know why they keep teaching it, it is so useless. Professor Trelawney is no more a seer than Snape is a humanitarian!"
"Snape?"
"Potions professor. He's alright, in some aspects. Really good with his work." Hermione frowned when Harry and Ron snorted. "But he really could stand to.well, let's just say he doesn't like Gryffindors. At all. Least of us." she paused for a moment, as if looking for a simple way to phrase it. Finally she just motioned to herself, as well as Ron and Harry.
"Oh, really?" she grinned. "Sounds like an interesting class."
"Don't try anything." Ron said quickly. Cory frowned, expecting another quarrel.
"What? Who asked you?"
"For your own good." He muttered. "Not that I'd care, but.well, you don't seem perfectly awful, and you don't know Snape. He's threatened us more times than I could count."
"With poisons."
"Truth Potions."
"Detentions."
"Other poisons."
"Torture." Ron shrugged as he returned to his food. Harry saw Cory glance up at the table, where he was engaged in a conversation with Professor Dumbledore. The chair beside him was empty---whoever the new DADA professor was, they hadn't arrived yet. Both he and Cory jerked back when Snape glanced in their direction.
"Well, maybe.I think I might see what you mean." Cory mumbled under her breath. "I get the impression that he doesn't like you that well."
"You think?" he hissed back. Cory leaned back and.smiled?
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"Night, Ron." Harry said, stifling a yawn. He had had ten new Gryffindors to deal with, with only Hermione to help him. There was a potentially embarrassing moment when he forgot the password to the tower. Expecto Patronum.
"Harry?" asked Ron, craning his neck through the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"About Cory Johnson.do you reckon that she's all right?"
Harry frowned. "Like.what do you mean? She seemed nice.at times."
"No." Ron leaned back. "I mean.well, I don't think we were meant to know but." he cursed as he sat up in bed. "Well, I heard dad talking to mum before we left, and he said that Dumbledore wanted you extra-protected. And.well, he seemed kind of worried. Dumbledore."
"What?" Harry yawned, looking intently at Ron's pale face.
"Well, he said that things this year were going to be more dangerous than ever. Dumbledore knows for a fact that there is a spy in Hogsmeade. He just doesn't know where or who it is." Ron shuddered. "I just.well, I just don't know if you'll make it this year, Harry."
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Yeah! Bitter competition! How do you like this? I thought it was kind of an interesting thing to do at the end of the chapter. Coming next, some very odd surprised. Don't touch that dial! Love ya! PLZ READ AND REVIEW!
Authors Note: Hey kids! How do you like the story? I am having a lot of fun, and hope that you like this as much as I do. Cory Johnson is quite the card, isn't she? Get ready for some cool stuff! I'm out!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the books. I own only the plot and the original character Cory Johnson. Hmmmm, finished taking notes? All right, let's begin, shall we?
Chapter Six
"What...who...what are you doing here?" Draco stammered, staring at Cory in amazement. She rolled her eyes and stepped into the compartment, shaking her head.
"I'm enjoying your pleasant company." She said wryly, making Draco blanch. "What do you think I'm doing?"
"You're making a big mistake." Draco fumed, glaring at Cory. She raised a brow and looked at him warily, her eyes glinting with annoyance.
"A mistake? And how would that be?" she asked, crossing her arms. Draoc sputtered, watching her.
"Don't cross me!" he said loudly. "Don't you know who I am?" Cory shrugged and looked him up and down, a smile quirking the corner of her lips.
"Well, no, not really. Am I supposed to?" Draco was seething, Cory didn't pay any attention.
'I hope she knows what she's getting herself into.' He thought. He couldn't help but find the situation humorous. As much as he had disliked Cory on meeting her after the concert on his birthday, he could only like Draco less. Having her cut him down to size was an amusing occurrence.
"I am Draco Malfoy, of one of the oldest and most noble wizard families. My father..."
"Your father?" she snorted. "What about your father? Do you think he can do something to me? I think you are forgetting who you are dealing with. The Minister of Magic is not only my father's cousin, he is my godfather. I know things about your family that even you don't know, you little prat."
"I...I..."
"Go." She said, waving her hand. Draco sneered, but left quickly. Cory slammed the door closed behind him. "Much better." She said with amusement, wiping off her hands. And then she turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Her smile faltered. "Oh...it's you." She muttered.
"Yeah." Harry said uncomfortably. "Erm...nice to see you again."
Cory stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Cut the act, all right?"
"Excuse me?" he felt a wave of confusion when Cory spoke.
"Listen, I know I wasn't exactly nice to you at the concert. Big deal. I'm not a singer to make friends. But you don't have to pretend you liked me. That gets old fast." She leaned back, her eyes gleaming.
"Well...I was just trying to be polite." He said quietly, looking at her as she stood there. She shifted uncomfortably.
"Sure. But...well, I just didn't happen to be in the best of moods at the concert, all right? Don't think I'm like that all of the time." She said, shrugging. "Just most of the time."
"Okay." Harry said, running a hand through his hair. "I won't pretend to be nice to you. If that's the way you want it."
"It is." She said, nodding. "I don't mean to be rude. And...well, I guess that night I was a little bit of a...a..."
"Shrew?" Ron answered, narrowing his eyes. Cory turned around to look at him.
"Thank you." She said sarcastically. "Will you be wanting a prize now?" Cory glared at Ron, tossing back her head. He shifted under her gaze.
"Listen, just leave us alone, all right? Why do you have to be such a..." He paused, crossing his arms to match Cory's.
"Such a what?" she muttered bitingly. "Say it. Don't be afraid."
"Okay. Such a right...:"
"Ron!" Hermione said loudly, making him frown.
"Sorry, 'Mione. Just having a chat with Cory Johnson. She was just leaving." He said loudly. Cory sat down and glared at him.
"No, I was quite comfortable, thank you."
"I was right. You are a..."
"Ron!"
"Hermione!"
"Harry?" Everybody turned. Angelina Johnson was standing there, her Head Girl badge pinned on her robes. "Hermione? The prefect meeting in the cabin is about to start. Come on down. It shouldn't take long." She glanced over at Cory and Ron and whispered. "Are those two going to kill one another?"
"I don't know." Harry answered back, shooting them a glance. They continued to banter, shooting barbs back and forth. They started from the compartment and made their way down the train with Angelina.
"In here." She said, pushing aside a curtain. Harry and Hermione stepped in. All the other prefects were already there.
From Ravenclaw, there was Cho Chang, sitting beside a tall boy with dark blonde hair. She smiled politely at Harry, who struggled to return one. Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff sat side by side, talking under their breath. And then...
Slytherin. Draco sneered at Harry as he walked in. "Haven't got your little guard dog to protect you, this time Potter?" he said darkly. "What, is the Weasel teaching her what it takes to be in the Potter fan club?"
"Shove it Malfoy." Harry mumbled as he took his seat. Pansy Parkinson sat beside Draco, turning her nose up at Hermione. Angelina strode back in a moment later, followed by a tall Ravenclaw boy with a Head Boy badge.
"Greetings, new prefects." The boy said, smiling smugly. "First of all, I'd like to welcome you to being an exclusive and vital member of the team at Hogwarts..."
"Save it Daniel." Angelina said loudly, causing everybody, except the Slytherins, to break out into wide grins. "Listen, guys, you want to make this as short as possible right?" When all nodded she winked. "Right. So I'll just tell you a couple of things.
Prefects are required to maintain seventy five percent scores at all times, as well as may only receive a detention once a week. If you lose a cumulated more than two hundred points, you will be suspended from being a prefect. Got it?" when everybody nodded, she smiled. "Good."
"You will be resposible for keeping your houses in order, organizing events, such as Quidditch matches and the Halloween Ball we will be having this year, and keeping track of the current passwords." Daniel interjected, glaring at all of them. "You will have to work hard, be responsible..."
"They get it." Angelina muttered. "Okay guys? That's all." Everybody looked at each other, thankful for the short orientation, sure that the next day the leader of their respective house would be giving them the entire speech. Knowing that that would be McGonagoll, Harry moaned.
"C'mon." he said quietly to Hermione. "We'd better see if Cory and Ron are still alive."
"Yeah." Hermione muttered. "I'm almost afraid to see the carnage." They hurried back to the compartment. Cory was still sitting in the chair, glaring angrily at Ron, who had taken to seat opposite her. They were silent. "Excuse me?" Hermione asked cautiously. Both turned to look at her. "Oh, well I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I just wanted to know...well, what is going on here?"
"She is a callous witch. She hadn't even the decency to be polite when Harry and I met her at that concert." He glared at her.
"Well, I was going to apoligize, until you got all huffy with me. That is why I came here in the first place." Cory moaned in exasperation. "Listen, okay? I shouldn't have been rude. I'm sorry. But I can't take this." She stood and made her way to the door.
"Wait." Ron muttered, looking down. "I guess...I guess I can accept that. If you will tell us why you were so...well, you know, in the first place."
Cory looked up astonished. And began to smile. And began to laugh loudly. Everybody watched her in shock. "Oh, yeah...okay, okay. I just wasn't in a good mood, okay? Can we put all that behind us? You're kind of okay, I guess. I mean, you're better than that ferrety blonde Malfoy kid."
"At least we agree on something." Ron muttered.
"So." Hermione said brightly, making Harry jump. "Are you going to do the sorting with the first years or what?"
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Harry looked across the table in shock.
"Well, I can tell you, there was this one time at a show in Edinburgh when the manager tried to tell this one act that they couldn't come on. Claimed we didn't have enough time, but he really wanted to try and push his own act, you know? They used this spell called Azura....Azuri...well, something like that to turn him and everything he owned blue. I have it written down somewhere, I'll show you..."
"How did she get in Gryffindor?" Ron mumbled. "I mean, she's not a Slytherin----not as much a Slytherin as Malfoy anyway, but still, Gryffindor..."
Cory sat across from them, smiling brightly. Moments after they had arrived at the castle, McGonagoll had taken Cory off to be sorted discreetly, so as to keep the older girl from embarrassment. When she had come back a minute later, beaming brightly, she had put Cory in Hermione's hands...as the newest fifth year Gryffindor.
"Well, as you said, she wasn't really as bad as a Slytherin, and you never know what type of person is put into house. I mean, who would ever had predicted Neville would be a Gryffindor, and they say that Blaise Zabini is pretty nice, to be a Slytherin." Harry said thoughtfully. Ron snorted.
"Okay, I guess. But if she does anything to."
"To what?" Cory said, glancing at Ron from across the table. The twins, who had been involving her in a conversation about various pranks they had pulled, looked over at Ron, evil smiles firmly in place.
"Yeah, to what, Ronniekins? Is the pretty singer girl going to make you mad?" Fred snorted.
"Oh, don't say that, little ickle Ron might get upset." George replied. They began laughing. It was quiet apparent that Ron didn't seem comfortable with Cory Johnson, and Harry didn't blame him.
Though pretty, it was quite obvious Cory had an outrageous personality, which he suspected had nothing to do with fame. It had been a surprise when she had immediately began squabbling once more with Ron in the carriage on the way from the train, and immediately afterwards she had leaned over to whisper her own personal apology for the events of his birthday.
"Harry," she had said with light humor. "You know, I think I may have been a little harsh in the way I acted. I mean.well you know all about people treating you different because you're famous, right?"
Soon after she had involved Hermione in a discussion of DADA, and the book of shield charms that they would be studying from in addition to their regular text.
Harry had no idea how to place her. She was getting along quite well with the twins, which was to be expected, as not only did she have a high interest in magical pranks, she seemed to be irritating their brother to a degree unsurpassed by both of the twins combined.
On the other hand, not only had she made quick enemies with the entire Slytherin population, but Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were giving her anxious looks, and Neville seemed positively petrified by her. Oddly enough, Hermione seemed to enjoy her company, especially when she found out something quite unexpected.
"You're a gypsy?" she exclaimed, looking at her in astonishment.
"On my mother's side." She blushed. "My grandmother was a member of the Roshani clan. I really don't have that much information on it, really.But I've been told that I have natural skill with Potions and Charms and Curses, but none whatsoever with transfiguration." She frowned slightly. "Supposedly Gypsies are good at Divination, also, but I don't really care much for that."
Hermione snorted. "That class.it's hogwash. Really, I don't even know why they keep teaching it, it is so useless. Professor Trelawney is no more a seer than Snape is a humanitarian!"
"Snape?"
"Potions professor. He's alright, in some aspects. Really good with his work." Hermione frowned when Harry and Ron snorted. "But he really could stand to.well, let's just say he doesn't like Gryffindors. At all. Least of us." she paused for a moment, as if looking for a simple way to phrase it. Finally she just motioned to herself, as well as Ron and Harry.
"Oh, really?" she grinned. "Sounds like an interesting class."
"Don't try anything." Ron said quickly. Cory frowned, expecting another quarrel.
"What? Who asked you?"
"For your own good." He muttered. "Not that I'd care, but.well, you don't seem perfectly awful, and you don't know Snape. He's threatened us more times than I could count."
"With poisons."
"Truth Potions."
"Detentions."
"Other poisons."
"Torture." Ron shrugged as he returned to his food. Harry saw Cory glance up at the table, where he was engaged in a conversation with Professor Dumbledore. The chair beside him was empty---whoever the new DADA professor was, they hadn't arrived yet. Both he and Cory jerked back when Snape glanced in their direction.
"Well, maybe.I think I might see what you mean." Cory mumbled under her breath. "I get the impression that he doesn't like you that well."
"You think?" he hissed back. Cory leaned back and.smiled?
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"Night, Ron." Harry said, stifling a yawn. He had had ten new Gryffindors to deal with, with only Hermione to help him. There was a potentially embarrassing moment when he forgot the password to the tower. Expecto Patronum.
"Harry?" asked Ron, craning his neck through the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"About Cory Johnson.do you reckon that she's all right?"
Harry frowned. "Like.what do you mean? She seemed nice.at times."
"No." Ron leaned back. "I mean.well, I don't think we were meant to know but." he cursed as he sat up in bed. "Well, I heard dad talking to mum before we left, and he said that Dumbledore wanted you extra-protected. And.well, he seemed kind of worried. Dumbledore."
"What?" Harry yawned, looking intently at Ron's pale face.
"Well, he said that things this year were going to be more dangerous than ever. Dumbledore knows for a fact that there is a spy in Hogsmeade. He just doesn't know where or who it is." Ron shuddered. "I just.well, I just don't know if you'll make it this year, Harry."
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Yeah! Bitter competition! How do you like this? I thought it was kind of an interesting thing to do at the end of the chapter. Coming next, some very odd surprised. Don't touch that dial! Love ya! PLZ READ AND REVIEW!
