Author's Note-
Jono is feeling evil– uh oh. He's going to do something that changes this story forever... you'll see in
this chapter. Oh lord, I killing off Umbridge. I had no intention of doing that– but I had no idea how to
get her out of the situation she was in. Hmmm
I started writing my book. It's called "Menskille Problems." It's about a town with many interesting
people who all clash together. It focuses around Sophia, a Russian fashion designer who can not do
anything without her nanny. She smokes a lot. Woah. I probably won't finish it. LoL
Anyhow, here is the chapter where everything changes. Are you ready for it? 20 chapters= big
surprise. I spent all day writing it... bored as all hell. This is a very important chapter, I think. And
starting after the next chapter, the fanfic will no longer be some lovey-dovey frisking. Instead, expect
over ten chapter of pure war. Woohooo!! I already have the ending planned– except... it's too
bittersweet... so I don't know if I will do it. I still have not figured out who will die... even though I had
one thought, but that would conflict with the ending I had in mind. I also had another thought, which
was Ron, but don't worry, I'm not killing him.
In fact, I plan to write a few epilogues... much like Being for the Beneift of Mr. Wood. I want everyone
to know how everything ended in the long run. I will NOT be writing a book 7. This one was much to
hard. But if one of my fans does write a book 7, if it is good enough, just send me the link at my e-
mail, jon2003sch@aol.com and I will be happy to review and take a look at it!
And now, chapter 20! A milestone!!
BTW, in earlier chapters, I said that DA meetings would continue. Scratch that– I have to much to
write to include that in.
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CHAPTER TWENTY
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Harry shot up in bed. He looked at his bedside clock. It was early morning. Harry rubbed his
eyes which were full of sleep.
Why was he having these dreams? Was Umbridge dead? Was he going to be attacked?
These questions left him as he drifted back to sleep... thinking about nothing at all.
He awoke that morning at an earlier time than usual. Eight o'clock was very early by Harry's
standards. He gradually got up out of bed and pulled on a jumper to go downstairs. Ron wasn't in
bed, so Harry thought he might already be down there. Harry opened the door to the dormitory and
crept downstairs, to see Ron, Hermione, and Neville all talking.
"Harry!" Ron yelled frantically. "Did you see the bulletin board?"
"There's going to be a Christmas Ball! Christmas Night!" Hermione proclaimed. "Isn't that
wonderful?"
Harry eyes gleamed. "Yes... very good."
Truth be told, Harry did not care at the moment. He was thinking of something else– someone
close to him.
....Voldemort hates every friend of the Potters.... Harry remembered that phrase very clearly.
He did not want anyone hurt. He was sure that this would be the year when he would have to fight for
his life.
And the only way not to hurt anyone... would be to break up with–
"Ginny!" Harry called at lunch. Ginny looked up. "I need to talk to you," Harry said nervously
and told her to follow him. They walked into the courtyard and sat down on a stone bench next to a
shrub.
"Yeah?" she inquired and clasped his hand.
Harry gulped. He had to do it.
"I had a dream... that Voldemort said he would kill anyone who was close to me. I woke up,
feeling perplexed. I knew that this would probably happen... at least to someone close to me. So, I
need to tell you something..."
Ginny's face lightened.
"Um–" Harry paused. "We need to go our separate ways. It's for the best Ginny. Please don't
be mad! I'm only doing this because I'm afraid of getting you hurt."
Ginny unclenched Harry's hand.
"You bastard," she said angrily. "Because of a dream your not sure about, you are breaking
up with me!"
"Ginny, I–" Harry began desperately.
"No! Don't try and explain to me," Ginny said and got up and started to walk away. Harry
followed and grabbed her hand. She turned around, shockingly, raised a hand, and slapped him in the
face.
Harry was left to stand in the middle of the courtyard, speechless.
Quidditch practices had started. Ginny was ignoring Harry at all costs and Harry taught the
team as well as he could. Harry thought that he would now give Katherine lessons. He did not care if
he had dreams about her. He didn't think he mattered anymore.
They practiced tossing the Quaffle to each other on their first practice. Not a single person
dropped it when it was their turn to catch.
Harry was very proud of his team as he watched the Chasers act out a formation Harry had
them do from his play book. Swiftly moving and fast acting under pressure, he had not seen anyone
better since Angelina, Alicia, and Katie which were the chasers from the previous year.
The two Beaters knocked off every Bludger that flew at them. Some were hit so hard, that
they crashed into the stands, and broke the wood.
Harry knew they would be ready for the Quidditch match in three weeks if everyone just
concentrated and played their best.
The trip to Diagon Alley approached quickly. You could tell the atmosphere had changed from
a bored quality to an excited caliber overnight as the day finally came.
Filch checked off the names of each student who was lined up. As Harry approached, Filch
snarled. He probably hated Harry for doing what he had done to Umbridge in the Forbidden Forest
that unforgettable day, when she was carried away by centaurs.
Harry wondered how he was going to get to Diagon Alley, but his questions were soon
answered by Dumbledore who was standing in front of the crowd of students.
"I will be disapparating each of you to Diagon Alley. You will appear in a shop. When we leave
at six o'clock, you will meet me back at that same shop. One by one now– you first, come on, don't be
scared," Dumbledore said gently as a small girl came forward. She vanished in a clap of noise.
Hermione oohhed over this.
"Only the really powerful wizards can disapparate HUMANS!! Not even Voldemort can do that!"
she said matter-of-factly.
"Harry," Ron said, catching up to Harry and Hermione because Filch took two minutes to check
his name, "I heard you broke up with my sister. Why?"
"I had a dream," Harry started to explain, "that Moaning Myrtle turned into Voldemort and
said that he would kill anyone close to me." Hermione put a hand to her mouth, stunned. "I was in a
bathroom during that dream. On the wall, it said that Umbridge was dead."
"Are you going to tell Dumbledore!?" Ron said, bewildered.
"No," Harry said simply. "I don't trust him and I have no idea why."
"He saved your life last year, Harry! You can definitely TRUST him!" Hermione said.
"He's acting different... I feel like I can only trust a few selected people– and you two are
some of them."
Harry moved forward until he was at Dumbledore.
"Hello Harry," Dumbledore said and waved his wand. Harry was speeding in a multitude of
lights next thing he knew. There was a loud blast, someone else had been apparated. Hermione was
seen flying next to him. Soon, Ron was also.
Precipitously, all three of them crashed down on the floor of a shop floor they had never seen
called "Tabatha's Garden Supplies."
Harry adjusted his glasses and helped Ron and Hermione up, who had seemed to have lost
their sense of mind. As they left the shop, two more kids appeared on the floor out of nowhere.
They were finally in Diagon Alley after a long wait. It was almost deserted, as everyone was
working or at Affotts for the school year.
"We each have money, right?" Ron asked. "We don't need to stop by Gringotts?"
"Nope," Hermione said, looking in Harry's pouch which was filled with galleons, sickles, and a
few knuts. "Let's head over to the book store. I need some good reading!" Hermione suggested and
walked a few steps to Flourish and Blott's. Hermione took off to go pick out some spell books. Harry
thought about buying a few books, also, thinking that they would come in handy if he had to fight
Dumbledore. He picked out a book called, "Advanced Spells for Wizards" and another one called
"Defending Yourself with Charms and Jinxes."
They checked out as soon as possible, because Ron was trying to run across the street to the
Quidditch shop, where there was a new broom on display. ("Hurrrrrryyyy!!" he said and he bounced
up and down, pointing out the window.)
They took off to the shop where already students like Ernie MacMillian and Hannah Abbott
were busy admiring the new broom.
"The ThunderBolt," Harry read on a cue card placed in front of a shining broom. "Much faster
than the Firebolt and able to read speeds up to 200 miles per house. It easily surpasses the Nimbus
1000 which reached up to 100 miles per hour. The Thunderbolt had easier handling and will obey
voice commands from it's owner."
"Cool!" Ron exclaimed and pressed his nose against the glass window which everyone was
looking through.
"Well, let's go inside. You can see it some more in the shop," Hermione said, tugging Ron from
against the window and into the warm shop.
Harry did not make eye contact as he saw Ginny with Monica in the shop looking at Quaffles.
Ginny pointed at Harry and Monica waved in a friendly matter.
He waved back, to be nice, and went about his business, looking at Snitches which cost
hundreds of galleons, or signed tee-shirts from professional teams. Harry decided to buy a sculpture
of the Chudley Cannons for Ron, who was elated when he saw what Harry had bought him.
"Thanks Harry!" he said and shook his hand. "This is awesome! I can add it to my collection!"
Ron went over to talk to Ginny as Hermione and Harry walked over to Fortescue's.
"The regular, Mr. Potter?" Mr. Fortescue asked as they approached the ordering counter.
"No, no– I will just have an ice cream bar... sherbert orange, please."
Hermione ordered the same thing and they sat down at a table which was already occupied by
many Affott's students.
They began to talk about Harry's dreams... and about Ginny, which Harry hastily dropped.
Suddenly, Ron came galloping at him.
"Fred and George's shop! I completely forgot that they are back! C'mon, let's go!" Ron
ushered. Hermione and Harry jumped up and caught up to Ron who was running down the street to a
large shop near Gringotts.
They entered quickly and found Fred and George sitting at the counter, watching lot's of kids
look around and their spectacular inventions.
"Fred! George!" Ron yelled and his twin brothers jumped up.
"Well hello everyone! Oi, I wasn't expecting you guys to find our shop!" Fred said. "It's so far
away from The Leaky Cauldron."
"What is up with all of you?" George asked. "Still going out with Ginny?" George nudged Harry
in the ribs and winked.
"No," Harry said. "It was for the best."
"Eh, it happens," George said with a nod of his head.
"Well, look around– if you buy anything, only five items max, it's on the house," Fred laughed
and patted Ron on the back, who had run over to the fireworks and picking out some to buy.
Harry walked over to some snow globes which gave you weird fortunes. Harry picked it up
and shook it well. The snow fell to the bottom of the globe and black words appeared out of nowhere.
It said: Your dreams mean more than ever before now that danger is approaching you.
Harry put down the globe hastily. It's like it had read his mind. How did it know about his
dreams? He was buying it. He had to.
Hermione was busy looking at badges, that when put on a specific person, formed a specific
descriptive word. Hermione put on her shirt... the word 'smart' appeared.
"It changes by the decisions you make," Fred explained and then pointed to Crabbe and
Goyle. Goyle had on his shirt and the word 'dick' appeared. Crabbs started guffawing stupidly. "They
are idiots, I must say," Fred added.
"I'll take a few," Hermione said. "They will be good to know if you are making a dumb
decision."
Ron came hurrying over with a couple of fireworks in his hands and a quill that changes colors
when you write, depending on your mood. Harry met them all with the snow globe in his hand and a
strange contraption that makes fun of you with many interesting rude remarks. It was called The
Hector.
"Ready to check out?" George asked as he studied everyone's purchases. "Good buys. You get
everything free. Under five items, your cleared.
"Thank you, you abject decelerate with no confidants," The Hector sneered.
"I am not a despicable retard with no friends, Hector," George shot back at it.
"Go to the infernal regions, Georgie. I have no time for your utterances."
"You can turn him off by flicking this button on the back," Fred said and did so. Hector's
babbling became slow and disoriented and then eventually died.
They all checked out and spent a few more hours in Diagon Alley, and then, had to go back to
the gardening shop where Dumbledore was disapparating students once again. Hermione went first
this time, followed closely by Ron.
Dumbledore stopped Harry though.
"Why haven't you been telling me?" Dumbledore asked sternly.
"What?" Harry replied rudely.
"About your dreams! I use Legilimency on you at night sometimes... I know all about the
torture on Umbridge and Moaning Myrtle turning into Voldemort. I have informed most of the Ministry
about it. I just want to know why you didn't tell me!"
For an old wizard, Dumbledore was awfully mad.
"Do you want to know why!?" Harry said, temper rising. "Because I don't trust you!"
Dumbledore peered at him. "We will need to fix that," he said and raised his wand.
Harry opened his eyes to find himself in the entrance hall of Affotts.
Hermione and Ron were waiting for him. "What's wrong?"
"It was Dumbledore," Harry said and had started to explain to them what had happened when
Ginny walked out the courtyard quickly and stopped Harry.
"Look Harry, I'm really sorry. I was vulnerable. It was all my fault you wanted to break up
with me–"
Harry looked irritably at her. "Oh shut-up will you? I don't have time for you blaming yourself
for something I did." He thought he would have regret saying that, because two of Ginny's close
acquaintances were standing next to him: Hermione and Ron... but to Harry's advantage, Ginny
nodded slowly to comprehend everything and walked off. Ron did not yell at Harry, but instead just
shooed Ginny away.
"Now what were you saying?" Hermione said peremptorily.
"Remind me to talk to Ginny," Harry said to both of them and then continued on about his
conversation with Dumbledore, and much to his surprise, Hermione and Ron were deeply concerned.
"He spies on your thoughts while you go about your normal day? It's clever, but he should
have told you!" Hermione stated.
"I have no idea... all I want to know is how he plans to fix my trust in him..."
Ginny came rushing in front of them, her red hair flying behind her.
"There's Ginny, heading towards the common room... talk to her there," Ron advised. He then
said the password and the Fat Lady's Portrait swung open to a glamorous common room. Ginny was
sitting at a table.
"Be right back," harry said quietly and went to take a seat by her. She seemed to be crying a
bit. Ginny did not wait for Harry to say something to her, though.
"You had no right to yell at me!" she bawled.
"You have no right to blame yourself!" Harry answered.
"You had no right to break up with me! Look at how I am, now!"
"I did it for your safety. After this war, I plan on getting back together with you."
"Oh," Ginny said, wiping her face. "Friends then?" She held a hand to shake his.
"That's it? Your just going to accept me!? NO, were going to talk," Harry said and did not
bring a hand up.
For three hours, Harry and Ginny talked about where their relationship was going. Harry
convinced her about his dream and that she would be safe if she were not around him constantly.
They also both agreed, that if there was a war between the dark and good sides of the Wizard World,
and that if it ended, both of them would have to be ready to start a full fledged relationship. If one of
them had second thoughts, then it wouldn't work.
That's what they allied.
That's what they stuck to.
And in a change of plans, Voldemort had found out the ball was no longer in February
(changed with the consent of only Fudge, in case a betrayer in the Ministry told Voldemort) due to
Cornelius Fudge confiding in Percy Wesley, and telling him the new date. The Christmas Ball would
turn into hell on earth...
Voldemort was due to attack.
And someone was going to die.
But who...? Harry had begun to think about this more and more as the end of the year grew
closer. Arabella Figg had been killed. Professor Trelawney had been tortured. Professor Umbridge had
also died.
It was something to ponder... but not something to dwell on, as Harry exited the common
room with the Gryffindor Quidditch team to head down to the pitch on November 17th.
Jono is feeling evil– uh oh. He's going to do something that changes this story forever... you'll see in
this chapter. Oh lord, I killing off Umbridge. I had no intention of doing that– but I had no idea how to
get her out of the situation she was in. Hmmm
I started writing my book. It's called "Menskille Problems." It's about a town with many interesting
people who all clash together. It focuses around Sophia, a Russian fashion designer who can not do
anything without her nanny. She smokes a lot. Woah. I probably won't finish it. LoL
Anyhow, here is the chapter where everything changes. Are you ready for it? 20 chapters= big
surprise. I spent all day writing it... bored as all hell. This is a very important chapter, I think. And
starting after the next chapter, the fanfic will no longer be some lovey-dovey frisking. Instead, expect
over ten chapter of pure war. Woohooo!! I already have the ending planned– except... it's too
bittersweet... so I don't know if I will do it. I still have not figured out who will die... even though I had
one thought, but that would conflict with the ending I had in mind. I also had another thought, which
was Ron, but don't worry, I'm not killing him.
In fact, I plan to write a few epilogues... much like Being for the Beneift of Mr. Wood. I want everyone
to know how everything ended in the long run. I will NOT be writing a book 7. This one was much to
hard. But if one of my fans does write a book 7, if it is good enough, just send me the link at my e-
mail, jon2003sch@aol.com and I will be happy to review and take a look at it!
And now, chapter 20! A milestone!!
BTW, in earlier chapters, I said that DA meetings would continue. Scratch that– I have to much to
write to include that in.
&*$%&&*$%&&*$%&&*$%&&*$%&&*$%&&*$%&&*$%&
CHAPTER TWENTY
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Harry shot up in bed. He looked at his bedside clock. It was early morning. Harry rubbed his
eyes which were full of sleep.
Why was he having these dreams? Was Umbridge dead? Was he going to be attacked?
These questions left him as he drifted back to sleep... thinking about nothing at all.
He awoke that morning at an earlier time than usual. Eight o'clock was very early by Harry's
standards. He gradually got up out of bed and pulled on a jumper to go downstairs. Ron wasn't in
bed, so Harry thought he might already be down there. Harry opened the door to the dormitory and
crept downstairs, to see Ron, Hermione, and Neville all talking.
"Harry!" Ron yelled frantically. "Did you see the bulletin board?"
"There's going to be a Christmas Ball! Christmas Night!" Hermione proclaimed. "Isn't that
wonderful?"
Harry eyes gleamed. "Yes... very good."
Truth be told, Harry did not care at the moment. He was thinking of something else– someone
close to him.
....Voldemort hates every friend of the Potters.... Harry remembered that phrase very clearly.
He did not want anyone hurt. He was sure that this would be the year when he would have to fight for
his life.
And the only way not to hurt anyone... would be to break up with–
"Ginny!" Harry called at lunch. Ginny looked up. "I need to talk to you," Harry said nervously
and told her to follow him. They walked into the courtyard and sat down on a stone bench next to a
shrub.
"Yeah?" she inquired and clasped his hand.
Harry gulped. He had to do it.
"I had a dream... that Voldemort said he would kill anyone who was close to me. I woke up,
feeling perplexed. I knew that this would probably happen... at least to someone close to me. So, I
need to tell you something..."
Ginny's face lightened.
"Um–" Harry paused. "We need to go our separate ways. It's for the best Ginny. Please don't
be mad! I'm only doing this because I'm afraid of getting you hurt."
Ginny unclenched Harry's hand.
"You bastard," she said angrily. "Because of a dream your not sure about, you are breaking
up with me!"
"Ginny, I–" Harry began desperately.
"No! Don't try and explain to me," Ginny said and got up and started to walk away. Harry
followed and grabbed her hand. She turned around, shockingly, raised a hand, and slapped him in the
face.
Harry was left to stand in the middle of the courtyard, speechless.
Quidditch practices had started. Ginny was ignoring Harry at all costs and Harry taught the
team as well as he could. Harry thought that he would now give Katherine lessons. He did not care if
he had dreams about her. He didn't think he mattered anymore.
They practiced tossing the Quaffle to each other on their first practice. Not a single person
dropped it when it was their turn to catch.
Harry was very proud of his team as he watched the Chasers act out a formation Harry had
them do from his play book. Swiftly moving and fast acting under pressure, he had not seen anyone
better since Angelina, Alicia, and Katie which were the chasers from the previous year.
The two Beaters knocked off every Bludger that flew at them. Some were hit so hard, that
they crashed into the stands, and broke the wood.
Harry knew they would be ready for the Quidditch match in three weeks if everyone just
concentrated and played their best.
The trip to Diagon Alley approached quickly. You could tell the atmosphere had changed from
a bored quality to an excited caliber overnight as the day finally came.
Filch checked off the names of each student who was lined up. As Harry approached, Filch
snarled. He probably hated Harry for doing what he had done to Umbridge in the Forbidden Forest
that unforgettable day, when she was carried away by centaurs.
Harry wondered how he was going to get to Diagon Alley, but his questions were soon
answered by Dumbledore who was standing in front of the crowd of students.
"I will be disapparating each of you to Diagon Alley. You will appear in a shop. When we leave
at six o'clock, you will meet me back at that same shop. One by one now– you first, come on, don't be
scared," Dumbledore said gently as a small girl came forward. She vanished in a clap of noise.
Hermione oohhed over this.
"Only the really powerful wizards can disapparate HUMANS!! Not even Voldemort can do that!"
she said matter-of-factly.
"Harry," Ron said, catching up to Harry and Hermione because Filch took two minutes to check
his name, "I heard you broke up with my sister. Why?"
"I had a dream," Harry started to explain, "that Moaning Myrtle turned into Voldemort and
said that he would kill anyone close to me." Hermione put a hand to her mouth, stunned. "I was in a
bathroom during that dream. On the wall, it said that Umbridge was dead."
"Are you going to tell Dumbledore!?" Ron said, bewildered.
"No," Harry said simply. "I don't trust him and I have no idea why."
"He saved your life last year, Harry! You can definitely TRUST him!" Hermione said.
"He's acting different... I feel like I can only trust a few selected people– and you two are
some of them."
Harry moved forward until he was at Dumbledore.
"Hello Harry," Dumbledore said and waved his wand. Harry was speeding in a multitude of
lights next thing he knew. There was a loud blast, someone else had been apparated. Hermione was
seen flying next to him. Soon, Ron was also.
Precipitously, all three of them crashed down on the floor of a shop floor they had never seen
called "Tabatha's Garden Supplies."
Harry adjusted his glasses and helped Ron and Hermione up, who had seemed to have lost
their sense of mind. As they left the shop, two more kids appeared on the floor out of nowhere.
They were finally in Diagon Alley after a long wait. It was almost deserted, as everyone was
working or at Affotts for the school year.
"We each have money, right?" Ron asked. "We don't need to stop by Gringotts?"
"Nope," Hermione said, looking in Harry's pouch which was filled with galleons, sickles, and a
few knuts. "Let's head over to the book store. I need some good reading!" Hermione suggested and
walked a few steps to Flourish and Blott's. Hermione took off to go pick out some spell books. Harry
thought about buying a few books, also, thinking that they would come in handy if he had to fight
Dumbledore. He picked out a book called, "Advanced Spells for Wizards" and another one called
"Defending Yourself with Charms and Jinxes."
They checked out as soon as possible, because Ron was trying to run across the street to the
Quidditch shop, where there was a new broom on display. ("Hurrrrrryyyy!!" he said and he bounced
up and down, pointing out the window.)
They took off to the shop where already students like Ernie MacMillian and Hannah Abbott
were busy admiring the new broom.
"The ThunderBolt," Harry read on a cue card placed in front of a shining broom. "Much faster
than the Firebolt and able to read speeds up to 200 miles per house. It easily surpasses the Nimbus
1000 which reached up to 100 miles per hour. The Thunderbolt had easier handling and will obey
voice commands from it's owner."
"Cool!" Ron exclaimed and pressed his nose against the glass window which everyone was
looking through.
"Well, let's go inside. You can see it some more in the shop," Hermione said, tugging Ron from
against the window and into the warm shop.
Harry did not make eye contact as he saw Ginny with Monica in the shop looking at Quaffles.
Ginny pointed at Harry and Monica waved in a friendly matter.
He waved back, to be nice, and went about his business, looking at Snitches which cost
hundreds of galleons, or signed tee-shirts from professional teams. Harry decided to buy a sculpture
of the Chudley Cannons for Ron, who was elated when he saw what Harry had bought him.
"Thanks Harry!" he said and shook his hand. "This is awesome! I can add it to my collection!"
Ron went over to talk to Ginny as Hermione and Harry walked over to Fortescue's.
"The regular, Mr. Potter?" Mr. Fortescue asked as they approached the ordering counter.
"No, no– I will just have an ice cream bar... sherbert orange, please."
Hermione ordered the same thing and they sat down at a table which was already occupied by
many Affott's students.
They began to talk about Harry's dreams... and about Ginny, which Harry hastily dropped.
Suddenly, Ron came galloping at him.
"Fred and George's shop! I completely forgot that they are back! C'mon, let's go!" Ron
ushered. Hermione and Harry jumped up and caught up to Ron who was running down the street to a
large shop near Gringotts.
They entered quickly and found Fred and George sitting at the counter, watching lot's of kids
look around and their spectacular inventions.
"Fred! George!" Ron yelled and his twin brothers jumped up.
"Well hello everyone! Oi, I wasn't expecting you guys to find our shop!" Fred said. "It's so far
away from The Leaky Cauldron."
"What is up with all of you?" George asked. "Still going out with Ginny?" George nudged Harry
in the ribs and winked.
"No," Harry said. "It was for the best."
"Eh, it happens," George said with a nod of his head.
"Well, look around– if you buy anything, only five items max, it's on the house," Fred laughed
and patted Ron on the back, who had run over to the fireworks and picking out some to buy.
Harry walked over to some snow globes which gave you weird fortunes. Harry picked it up
and shook it well. The snow fell to the bottom of the globe and black words appeared out of nowhere.
It said: Your dreams mean more than ever before now that danger is approaching you.
Harry put down the globe hastily. It's like it had read his mind. How did it know about his
dreams? He was buying it. He had to.
Hermione was busy looking at badges, that when put on a specific person, formed a specific
descriptive word. Hermione put on her shirt... the word 'smart' appeared.
"It changes by the decisions you make," Fred explained and then pointed to Crabbe and
Goyle. Goyle had on his shirt and the word 'dick' appeared. Crabbs started guffawing stupidly. "They
are idiots, I must say," Fred added.
"I'll take a few," Hermione said. "They will be good to know if you are making a dumb
decision."
Ron came hurrying over with a couple of fireworks in his hands and a quill that changes colors
when you write, depending on your mood. Harry met them all with the snow globe in his hand and a
strange contraption that makes fun of you with many interesting rude remarks. It was called The
Hector.
"Ready to check out?" George asked as he studied everyone's purchases. "Good buys. You get
everything free. Under five items, your cleared.
"Thank you, you abject decelerate with no confidants," The Hector sneered.
"I am not a despicable retard with no friends, Hector," George shot back at it.
"Go to the infernal regions, Georgie. I have no time for your utterances."
"You can turn him off by flicking this button on the back," Fred said and did so. Hector's
babbling became slow and disoriented and then eventually died.
They all checked out and spent a few more hours in Diagon Alley, and then, had to go back to
the gardening shop where Dumbledore was disapparating students once again. Hermione went first
this time, followed closely by Ron.
Dumbledore stopped Harry though.
"Why haven't you been telling me?" Dumbledore asked sternly.
"What?" Harry replied rudely.
"About your dreams! I use Legilimency on you at night sometimes... I know all about the
torture on Umbridge and Moaning Myrtle turning into Voldemort. I have informed most of the Ministry
about it. I just want to know why you didn't tell me!"
For an old wizard, Dumbledore was awfully mad.
"Do you want to know why!?" Harry said, temper rising. "Because I don't trust you!"
Dumbledore peered at him. "We will need to fix that," he said and raised his wand.
Harry opened his eyes to find himself in the entrance hall of Affotts.
Hermione and Ron were waiting for him. "What's wrong?"
"It was Dumbledore," Harry said and had started to explain to them what had happened when
Ginny walked out the courtyard quickly and stopped Harry.
"Look Harry, I'm really sorry. I was vulnerable. It was all my fault you wanted to break up
with me–"
Harry looked irritably at her. "Oh shut-up will you? I don't have time for you blaming yourself
for something I did." He thought he would have regret saying that, because two of Ginny's close
acquaintances were standing next to him: Hermione and Ron... but to Harry's advantage, Ginny
nodded slowly to comprehend everything and walked off. Ron did not yell at Harry, but instead just
shooed Ginny away.
"Now what were you saying?" Hermione said peremptorily.
"Remind me to talk to Ginny," Harry said to both of them and then continued on about his
conversation with Dumbledore, and much to his surprise, Hermione and Ron were deeply concerned.
"He spies on your thoughts while you go about your normal day? It's clever, but he should
have told you!" Hermione stated.
"I have no idea... all I want to know is how he plans to fix my trust in him..."
Ginny came rushing in front of them, her red hair flying behind her.
"There's Ginny, heading towards the common room... talk to her there," Ron advised. He then
said the password and the Fat Lady's Portrait swung open to a glamorous common room. Ginny was
sitting at a table.
"Be right back," harry said quietly and went to take a seat by her. She seemed to be crying a
bit. Ginny did not wait for Harry to say something to her, though.
"You had no right to yell at me!" she bawled.
"You have no right to blame yourself!" Harry answered.
"You had no right to break up with me! Look at how I am, now!"
"I did it for your safety. After this war, I plan on getting back together with you."
"Oh," Ginny said, wiping her face. "Friends then?" She held a hand to shake his.
"That's it? Your just going to accept me!? NO, were going to talk," Harry said and did not
bring a hand up.
For three hours, Harry and Ginny talked about where their relationship was going. Harry
convinced her about his dream and that she would be safe if she were not around him constantly.
They also both agreed, that if there was a war between the dark and good sides of the Wizard World,
and that if it ended, both of them would have to be ready to start a full fledged relationship. If one of
them had second thoughts, then it wouldn't work.
That's what they allied.
That's what they stuck to.
And in a change of plans, Voldemort had found out the ball was no longer in February
(changed with the consent of only Fudge, in case a betrayer in the Ministry told Voldemort) due to
Cornelius Fudge confiding in Percy Wesley, and telling him the new date. The Christmas Ball would
turn into hell on earth...
Voldemort was due to attack.
And someone was going to die.
But who...? Harry had begun to think about this more and more as the end of the year grew
closer. Arabella Figg had been killed. Professor Trelawney had been tortured. Professor Umbridge had
also died.
It was something to ponder... but not something to dwell on, as Harry exited the common
room with the Gryffindor Quidditch team to head down to the pitch on November 17th.