AuThOr'S NoTe!
This book now may not be done until August, because I will be starting to write a book (maybe) to
send to a publisher. Once again, to an enigma, thank you for the criticism, that was really good. I
fixed chapter 2 a bit... but then I would have to fix about 11 chapters just so that it all made sense
together, which I'm not going to do. Hehe
!!
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Warnings from the Red Eyes of the Girl's Bathroom
The room was steaming up as Harry rubbed against Ginny's body. His shirt was off and so was
her's. He did not want to go too fast because he wanted her to savor every minute of her gift.
Ginny groaned as Harry bit her lower lip. Harry had taken off his glasses because of the
fogginess that would not come off of them. Harry sat up and brought Ginny up to him and reached a
hand to her bra strap on her back. Ginny ran her hands through Harry's hair as he unstrapped her
cleavage.
Harry had just started kissing Ginny's shoulder when the door slammed open, catapulting
Harry and Ginny forward.
"Where are my cleaning utensils?" a voice shouted with jitteriness. Harry grabbed his wand
and lit a candle with it. It was an awkward sight to see from a house elves point of view- A guy
without a shirt on, laying right beside a woman with no top or bra on, and they were sweating.
This is exactly what Dobby the house elf saw when he entered the room.
"Harry Potter!" Dobby exclaimed and Ginny covered herself up with her hands. "Why are you–
" Dobby gulped, "mating?"
Harry grabbed his shirt and gave it to Ginny. "Out Dobby! Please!"
"No sir! I must clean. Gryffindor is a mess. Where are my utensils?" Dobby objected.
Harry sighed and turned to Ginny. "I'm sorry."
"There is a right time and place. I thought it was tonight– I guess not. Goodnight Harry,"
Ginny said and kissed him on the cheek. "And to you– Dobby, right?"
Dobby bowed as Ginny left the closet.
"Your utensils are in the men's bathroom," Harry explained as he gathered up the candles and
pillows.
"Thank you, sir," Dobby said and skipped off. Harry moaned. He thought that would be the
night when he could do what Ginny wanted from him. Unfortunately, it had to be interrupted.
He pulled a shirt over himself and marched up to his dormitory where he threw his stuff into
the closet and drew the curtains together as he plopped onto his bed.
One hundred miles away, Voldemort was devising his darkest plans...
Umbridge was growing weaker by the minutes. Ants were creeping up her body and to her
knee when it had already started to bleed from where the ants were eating away at her body. She
had not been fed in days, but instead been abused as a daily meal.
Voldemort sat on a stone talking to Bellatrix.
"February, I've decided," Voldemort muttered to her. "Right after some kind of ball that Mr.
Weasley heard Dumbledore talking about."
"Perfect," Lucius Malfoy said. "Were aiming Potter right?"
"Potter? Anyone who steps before me," Voldemort said turned back up to walk to Umbridge.
"Look at the tramp," Voldemort said. Bellatrix also meandered to the spot where Umbridge
lay.
"Tramp? I–don't–think... so," Umbridge said so softly that no one could hear her.
"I told you, Umbridge!" Voldemort yelled. "If you had only done what I said. Go to the Ministry
the day of the ball and talk to Fudge... he'll be there. He is part of that Order. Everyone else will be at
their homes, not knowing that an attack was about to start on their world. Just talk to Fudge, distract
him while we sneak through, and then just kill him."
"Over my dead body," Umbridge said obnoxiously. "Go to hell you asshole! GO TO HELL!"
Voldemort bent over her.
"What did you say to me?" he asked politely.
"I said– GO— TO— HELL!" Umbridge said loud and clear and spit in Voldemort's face.
He stood up, wiping his face with his hand. He then turned to Bellatrix. "Kill her."
Umbridge's eyes grew wide. She struggled at the chains holding her down. Bellatrix advanced
on her slowly and raised her wand.
"REMINGTON!" she shouted as Umbridge screamed, dismayed. Lucius Malfoy stepped back in
fright as fire burst out of Umbridge's eyes, illuminating the cave. She was screaming. She was dying.
Bellatrix laughed vilely.
"DO IT AGAIN!" Voldemort commanded.
More fire burst out of Umbridge's eyes. But it was not just staying there, the fire was
spreading to her clothes also, burning her whole body.
She managed to get out a few last words, though.
"A curse on you forever, you bastard."
And then, Professor Umbridge died.
The next day, at Affotts, the whole school gathered in the Great Hall for Breaskfast, where
Dumbledore had an announcement.
"Trips to Diagon Alley will start in November. You must be careful there, so please travel in
groups of three or four. For your safety..."
Between everyone's excited remarks to this, Madam Hooch stood up. "Your first Quidditch
match of the season will be on November 17th at 11:00 in the morning. The match is between–
Gryffindor and Ravenclaw."
Groans erupted from both of their tables, because each of those teams were the other's
fiercest opponent.
"Oh stop your bickering Ron," Hermione said, as Ron start shaking his head in stress. "Maybe
you should also concentrate on your homework which has accumulate to over two feet now."
"It's just Potions... well, and History of Magic. Okay, and Divination... and Astronomy.
Whatever, almost every subject we have."
"Nice," Harry said sarcastically. "Your going to fail, you know that right?"
"Yes, but I say, why not fail in glory?"
"And what the heck is your glory?" Hermione asked.
"Not doing my homework," Ron replied smartly.
Each of them got up to return to the common room. They were all to lazy to go see Hagrid,
and plus, they were not aloud to go down to the bottom floor yet.
"So what do we do today?" Ron asked lazily by the fire in the common room.
"Do our homework," Hermioen snarled as she threw a heavy textbook at him, which hit Ron
right in the back of the head.
"Thanks Hermione! That hit caused a boost of electric energy in my brain!" Ron said excitedly.
"You'll get another boost from my fist!" she said and stood up.
Harry was used to this by now, and sat by Ginny, placing bets.
"10 galleons that Hermione wins," Harry said.
"Yeah, I place 20 on her. Ron's weak."
Harry listed on the bulletin board that practices would begin on the second week of October
for Gryffindor.
"We need to get started! Ravenclaw is our fiercest competitor. I want all of you in the
Gryffindor changing rooms on that Monday at 6:00. Practices will continue on Wednesdays and
Fridays and then Saturdays two weeks before the match."
Most of the new team members looked scared, except for Katherine who walked up to Harry
swiftly.
"Harry!" she said. He turned around. "I was wondering if you could give me flying lessons this
evening."
"Lessons? Your better than anyone I've ever seen before!"
"Why thank you... but I'd like lessons from a guy that's been on a the team for 4 years."
"Three. When I was a fourth year, we had the Tri-Wizard Tournament, remember?"
"Oh, well, yes... okay. Please? Just think about it, okay? I'll get back to you on it."
Harry sat in the common room, finishing Astronomy homework about the moons of Jupiter.
Two hands reached around his neck.
"Hello Ginny," Harry said without even looking to see who it was.
"Hi sweetie. Do you want to go for a walk?" she asked.
"God yes. This homework is incredibly boring. I've almost finished. Let me run upstairs and
get my sweater."
He arrived back down to walk with Ginny, just around the school. A time to get closer... it was
so hard to control what he had inside for her. They had been going out for three months down, with
no signs of slowing down. Ginny gently enclosed his hand with hers. Suddenly though, a terrified
student ran down the hall, crying.
Harry stopped her. "What's wrong?" he said urgently.
"Something in the girl bathroom!" she whimpered and took off wailing. Harry signaled for
Ginny to follow him as they tore through corridors to a hallway just a shy east of the Great Hall. Harry
pushed the door open and dropped his wand.
The sinks had overflown from Myrtle's crying again. She sat near a ledge, staring at what she
and Harry were seeing.
Ginny ran right into the bathroom, out of breath and gasped.
The water in the sinks was a reddish tint... most likely blood. This was not Myrtle's crying.
Someone was dead. But who?
"Get McGonagall! Get someone!" Harry yelled at Ginny and she took off running in a different
direction.
There were illuminated, sketchy letters, written into the bathroom wall ahead of him. It said–
"A surprise from Voldemort. Your faithful Umbridge is dead."
Harry grabbed his wand and began to turn around, but the doors were closed and locked, as
Harry found out.
"Alohomora!" he said pressingly. He banged on the doors once the spell did not work. "OPEN!"
he screamed.
A monstrous voice rose from behind him. He sped around. It was Moaning Myrtle, her eyes
glints of red.
"YOUR GOING TO DIE HARRY POTTER! BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU WALK!" Myrtle screamed at
Harry.
Banging on the doors were coming from the other side of the wall now. Myrtle advanced on
Harry.
"LISTEN HARRY POTTER! YOUR PARENTS DIED! AND SO WILL YOU... AND YOUR STUPID AUNT
ALSO. ANY FRIEND OF POTTER IS A FOE OF MINE. WATCH OUT FOR YOUR FRIENDS!"
Myrtle disappeared and appeared back on the ledge, looking normal without the red glints in
her eyes. The doors flung open behind Harry, pushing him into the sinks.
Professor Flitwick entered and gasped at the sight before him. "I will get Dumbledore," he
squeaked.
"What happened in here Harry? We heard screaming!" Ginny said and hugged him
desperately.
He was not going to tell his friends that they were in risk of being killed. Not yet– not after
Dumbledore tells him what to do.
"Nothing is wrong... it's all fine," Harry said as students eagerly tried to see the message
embedded on the wall.
This book now may not be done until August, because I will be starting to write a book (maybe) to
send to a publisher. Once again, to an enigma, thank you for the criticism, that was really good. I
fixed chapter 2 a bit... but then I would have to fix about 11 chapters just so that it all made sense
together, which I'm not going to do. Hehe
!!
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Warnings from the Red Eyes of the Girl's Bathroom
The room was steaming up as Harry rubbed against Ginny's body. His shirt was off and so was
her's. He did not want to go too fast because he wanted her to savor every minute of her gift.
Ginny groaned as Harry bit her lower lip. Harry had taken off his glasses because of the
fogginess that would not come off of them. Harry sat up and brought Ginny up to him and reached a
hand to her bra strap on her back. Ginny ran her hands through Harry's hair as he unstrapped her
cleavage.
Harry had just started kissing Ginny's shoulder when the door slammed open, catapulting
Harry and Ginny forward.
"Where are my cleaning utensils?" a voice shouted with jitteriness. Harry grabbed his wand
and lit a candle with it. It was an awkward sight to see from a house elves point of view- A guy
without a shirt on, laying right beside a woman with no top or bra on, and they were sweating.
This is exactly what Dobby the house elf saw when he entered the room.
"Harry Potter!" Dobby exclaimed and Ginny covered herself up with her hands. "Why are you–
" Dobby gulped, "mating?"
Harry grabbed his shirt and gave it to Ginny. "Out Dobby! Please!"
"No sir! I must clean. Gryffindor is a mess. Where are my utensils?" Dobby objected.
Harry sighed and turned to Ginny. "I'm sorry."
"There is a right time and place. I thought it was tonight– I guess not. Goodnight Harry,"
Ginny said and kissed him on the cheek. "And to you– Dobby, right?"
Dobby bowed as Ginny left the closet.
"Your utensils are in the men's bathroom," Harry explained as he gathered up the candles and
pillows.
"Thank you, sir," Dobby said and skipped off. Harry moaned. He thought that would be the
night when he could do what Ginny wanted from him. Unfortunately, it had to be interrupted.
He pulled a shirt over himself and marched up to his dormitory where he threw his stuff into
the closet and drew the curtains together as he plopped onto his bed.
One hundred miles away, Voldemort was devising his darkest plans...
Umbridge was growing weaker by the minutes. Ants were creeping up her body and to her
knee when it had already started to bleed from where the ants were eating away at her body. She
had not been fed in days, but instead been abused as a daily meal.
Voldemort sat on a stone talking to Bellatrix.
"February, I've decided," Voldemort muttered to her. "Right after some kind of ball that Mr.
Weasley heard Dumbledore talking about."
"Perfect," Lucius Malfoy said. "Were aiming Potter right?"
"Potter? Anyone who steps before me," Voldemort said turned back up to walk to Umbridge.
"Look at the tramp," Voldemort said. Bellatrix also meandered to the spot where Umbridge
lay.
"Tramp? I–don't–think... so," Umbridge said so softly that no one could hear her.
"I told you, Umbridge!" Voldemort yelled. "If you had only done what I said. Go to the Ministry
the day of the ball and talk to Fudge... he'll be there. He is part of that Order. Everyone else will be at
their homes, not knowing that an attack was about to start on their world. Just talk to Fudge, distract
him while we sneak through, and then just kill him."
"Over my dead body," Umbridge said obnoxiously. "Go to hell you asshole! GO TO HELL!"
Voldemort bent over her.
"What did you say to me?" he asked politely.
"I said– GO— TO— HELL!" Umbridge said loud and clear and spit in Voldemort's face.
He stood up, wiping his face with his hand. He then turned to Bellatrix. "Kill her."
Umbridge's eyes grew wide. She struggled at the chains holding her down. Bellatrix advanced
on her slowly and raised her wand.
"REMINGTON!" she shouted as Umbridge screamed, dismayed. Lucius Malfoy stepped back in
fright as fire burst out of Umbridge's eyes, illuminating the cave. She was screaming. She was dying.
Bellatrix laughed vilely.
"DO IT AGAIN!" Voldemort commanded.
More fire burst out of Umbridge's eyes. But it was not just staying there, the fire was
spreading to her clothes also, burning her whole body.
She managed to get out a few last words, though.
"A curse on you forever, you bastard."
And then, Professor Umbridge died.
The next day, at Affotts, the whole school gathered in the Great Hall for Breaskfast, where
Dumbledore had an announcement.
"Trips to Diagon Alley will start in November. You must be careful there, so please travel in
groups of three or four. For your safety..."
Between everyone's excited remarks to this, Madam Hooch stood up. "Your first Quidditch
match of the season will be on November 17th at 11:00 in the morning. The match is between–
Gryffindor and Ravenclaw."
Groans erupted from both of their tables, because each of those teams were the other's
fiercest opponent.
"Oh stop your bickering Ron," Hermione said, as Ron start shaking his head in stress. "Maybe
you should also concentrate on your homework which has accumulate to over two feet now."
"It's just Potions... well, and History of Magic. Okay, and Divination... and Astronomy.
Whatever, almost every subject we have."
"Nice," Harry said sarcastically. "Your going to fail, you know that right?"
"Yes, but I say, why not fail in glory?"
"And what the heck is your glory?" Hermione asked.
"Not doing my homework," Ron replied smartly.
Each of them got up to return to the common room. They were all to lazy to go see Hagrid,
and plus, they were not aloud to go down to the bottom floor yet.
"So what do we do today?" Ron asked lazily by the fire in the common room.
"Do our homework," Hermioen snarled as she threw a heavy textbook at him, which hit Ron
right in the back of the head.
"Thanks Hermione! That hit caused a boost of electric energy in my brain!" Ron said excitedly.
"You'll get another boost from my fist!" she said and stood up.
Harry was used to this by now, and sat by Ginny, placing bets.
"10 galleons that Hermione wins," Harry said.
"Yeah, I place 20 on her. Ron's weak."
Harry listed on the bulletin board that practices would begin on the second week of October
for Gryffindor.
"We need to get started! Ravenclaw is our fiercest competitor. I want all of you in the
Gryffindor changing rooms on that Monday at 6:00. Practices will continue on Wednesdays and
Fridays and then Saturdays two weeks before the match."
Most of the new team members looked scared, except for Katherine who walked up to Harry
swiftly.
"Harry!" she said. He turned around. "I was wondering if you could give me flying lessons this
evening."
"Lessons? Your better than anyone I've ever seen before!"
"Why thank you... but I'd like lessons from a guy that's been on a the team for 4 years."
"Three. When I was a fourth year, we had the Tri-Wizard Tournament, remember?"
"Oh, well, yes... okay. Please? Just think about it, okay? I'll get back to you on it."
Harry sat in the common room, finishing Astronomy homework about the moons of Jupiter.
Two hands reached around his neck.
"Hello Ginny," Harry said without even looking to see who it was.
"Hi sweetie. Do you want to go for a walk?" she asked.
"God yes. This homework is incredibly boring. I've almost finished. Let me run upstairs and
get my sweater."
He arrived back down to walk with Ginny, just around the school. A time to get closer... it was
so hard to control what he had inside for her. They had been going out for three months down, with
no signs of slowing down. Ginny gently enclosed his hand with hers. Suddenly though, a terrified
student ran down the hall, crying.
Harry stopped her. "What's wrong?" he said urgently.
"Something in the girl bathroom!" she whimpered and took off wailing. Harry signaled for
Ginny to follow him as they tore through corridors to a hallway just a shy east of the Great Hall. Harry
pushed the door open and dropped his wand.
The sinks had overflown from Myrtle's crying again. She sat near a ledge, staring at what she
and Harry were seeing.
Ginny ran right into the bathroom, out of breath and gasped.
The water in the sinks was a reddish tint... most likely blood. This was not Myrtle's crying.
Someone was dead. But who?
"Get McGonagall! Get someone!" Harry yelled at Ginny and she took off running in a different
direction.
There were illuminated, sketchy letters, written into the bathroom wall ahead of him. It said–
"A surprise from Voldemort. Your faithful Umbridge is dead."
Harry grabbed his wand and began to turn around, but the doors were closed and locked, as
Harry found out.
"Alohomora!" he said pressingly. He banged on the doors once the spell did not work. "OPEN!"
he screamed.
A monstrous voice rose from behind him. He sped around. It was Moaning Myrtle, her eyes
glints of red.
"YOUR GOING TO DIE HARRY POTTER! BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU WALK!" Myrtle screamed at
Harry.
Banging on the doors were coming from the other side of the wall now. Myrtle advanced on
Harry.
"LISTEN HARRY POTTER! YOUR PARENTS DIED! AND SO WILL YOU... AND YOUR STUPID AUNT
ALSO. ANY FRIEND OF POTTER IS A FOE OF MINE. WATCH OUT FOR YOUR FRIENDS!"
Myrtle disappeared and appeared back on the ledge, looking normal without the red glints in
her eyes. The doors flung open behind Harry, pushing him into the sinks.
Professor Flitwick entered and gasped at the sight before him. "I will get Dumbledore," he
squeaked.
"What happened in here Harry? We heard screaming!" Ginny said and hugged him
desperately.
He was not going to tell his friends that they were in risk of being killed. Not yet– not after
Dumbledore tells him what to do.
"Nothing is wrong... it's all fine," Harry said as students eagerly tried to see the message
embedded on the wall.