OMG, I'm so awful! Besides the fact that I had no time, I couldn't post during the trip because my dad's laptop is so slow, by the time I got to the site and was getting ready to post, the batteries ran out!! Well, anyway, I'm trying to finish this one up. I have 2 things to say, though.

Just so you know, I don't own the Ghostbusters. If I did, Ray and Egon would be some of my bestest friends, and Peter and Winston would be my maids. I am now writing an alternate universe fic. The fifth book never happened. Harry doesn't yell all the time, Molly doesn't have a stick up her butt, you-know-who and you-know-who are not together *screams in hatred*, and no one dies. Well, I don't know if anyone dies, but no one like you-know-who-died-in-the-fifth-book. *cries* Alright, I suppose it's off to write then.

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Later that night, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in a corner the common room, discussing the events of that night.

"But how can she possibly know that Harry?" Said Hermione, who's tone of voice made it obvious that she was astounded and worried.

"I don't know, she said that she knew a lot about me."

"She's starting to scare me, now." Said Ron.

"Just try to get to know her, and maybe she won't scare you!" Hermione yelled.

"I HATE HER!"

"Hermione, she's scaring me too. Don't get into another one of your famous arguments, you two."

"You're not my mother." Said Ron.

"You're mother would say exactly the same thing."

"Stop it!"

Harry gave Hermione a pleading look, as Ron fumed, facing the other direction. He jumped as someone yelled. The three stood up as they saw Phyllis running downstairs, crying. She ran straight to Lilly, who was petting her cat.

"Peach, can I hold Lewis? Please?" She said, sitting on the floor next to her sister.

"Sure, Phil, are you OK?" said Lilly, handing Phyllis her cat.

"Phyllis, what's wrong?" Said Hermione, sitting down next to them.

"I can't find Huey," Said Phyllis, "I've looked all over, under everything, in every corner, I can't find him!" she looked down at Lewis. "Have you seen your brother, Lewis? Do you know where he is?"

"She's lost her cat." Mumbled Ron.

"She's a sensitive person!" Lilly retorted.

"Look, Harry, I'm getting a bit mad, I'm going to bed."

"'Night, Ron." Muttered Harry, and several other Gryffindors repeated.

Just then, the portrait swung opened, and Drake stumbled in, holding a thin Siamese cat in his arms.

"Phyllis." He said, walking over to the crowd. "Your stupid cat got out of the common room, he practically destroyed a portrait on the third floo-" He stopped abruptly as saw his sister on the floor in tears.

"HUEY!" She yelled, jumping up, dropping Lewis, and grabbing Huey in her arms. "Huey, I thought we wouldn't find you, thank you Drake! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!"

Harry smiled and watched her snuggle Huey in her arms. It made him feel good inside to see a show of affection. As he stood smiling, he began to think of Devine.

"Harry?" Said Drake.

"Yeah?" Said Harry, snapping out of his trance-like state.

"You OK?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"Your sister."

"Which one?"

"Dev."

"Dev? You looked like you were having some sort of wonderful fantasy or something. Are you crushin my sis?"

"What"

"Um, do you fancy her?"

"WHAT? No, of course- not. Sh-she's just a friend."

"Yeah, OK."

"I've only known her for a few months."

"That's enough, Harry. It doesn't take long to fall."

"Fall?"

"In love, you idiot!"

"Oh, oh. I- I'm going to bed."

"Alright, night Harry."

"'Night…." Harry muttered, walking towards the stairs. Maybe Drake was right. Maybe he did fancy Dev.

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The next day, Harry found himself staring at Dev through breakfast. Drake was right, there was no point in denying it.

"Drake," He said.

"Hm?" Drake mumbled through a mouthful of toast.

"You're right. I fancy your sister."

Drake immediately spit out the toast and began laughing.

"It's not funny!"

"I- I know, but, it's my sister, you know?"

"Right… but what do I do?"

"Just tell her."

"No way!" Said Harry, looking at Devine, talking merrily to Malfoy.

"Fine then, I don't see any other way, though."

Harry sighed, watching Malfoy and Dev talk. Malfoy looked very nervous while he spoke, but then smiled as Dev said something and smiled. He quickly hugged her.

Harry began to think about his rivalry with Malfoy. Maybe Dev was right. Maybe he really was a good guy, and was only trying to make his father proud. Maybe it was only a mask.

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OK, must stop, running out of things to type. I think I know how I can do the next chapter. *thinks.* OK, yeah, I'll be back ASAP! But, don't expect it too soon, you know I'm slow.

Oh, and a foot note, Phyllis and Lilly have twin Siamese cats. Their names are Huey and Lewis. Just as a precaution, I do not own Huey Lewis. He owns himself. If you don't know who Huey Lewis is, ask your parents. If they don't know, I don't know where they were in the eighties. In that case, you can ask me.

NEW NAME WOULD BE NICE, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! I can't think of one, help me. I hate this one.

AND OUT!

~Piper J.