A/N: Thanks soooo much to all my reviewers! Really sorry it took so long,
but I had other things on my mind. The new book that I was gonna start runs
along the lines of Harry finding out that a meteor is on a collision impact
with earth and they all have to get off. Unfortunately wizards don't know
anything about rockets, as this kind of situation has never come up. Please
tell me what you think of this idea. Bad? Good? I need to know so I can
post it. Anyway, I hope you all had a great Christmas, I did! There's a
note at the end, with individual thanks and answers to all those who
reviewed my last chapter. Please read this. Feel free to flame!
On we go.
Chapter 6
~Jealousy and Visions~
Ron gaped at Hermione as she came out from the bathroom. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a thin light blue spaghetti strap top and and a raised pair of blue slipslops. Her hair was pulled back in to a high ponytail and wisps of it floated around her cheeks framing her face. She blushed when she saw Ron but hurried down the stairs.
"Come on guys, the money's probably going to arrive soon."
Following her down Ron asked Harry, "Is this really Hermione, since when did she dress-up, not that I'm complaining?" he added goggling at her stupidly.
Harry opened his mouth to reply but was stopped short by a loud scream from Hermione. The money had just apparated on to her head in 3 black leather pouches each bearing a Ministry of Magic emblem. Hermione's mom came rushing in to find out what all the commotion was about.
On seeing the moneybags, she clapped her hands together, "finally, they're here. Hermione dear, would you like me to drive you, Harry and Ron down to Burkley?"
"No thanks mom, it's fine we'll walk." She said trying to regain her self- composure.
"What's Burkley?" Ron asked Harry.
He shrugged and said, "I dunno, probably a shopping centre."
Harry was right in guessing so. Ron jumped and yelped when the shop's doors opened automatically.
"Ron! You're making a scene." Snapped Hermione as people glanced curiously in their direction. "Remember you're wearing burnt clothes and even in the muggle world that's not exactly common.
He glared at her. "So where are we going first your majesty."
Much to Ron's annoyance and Harry's amusement, Hermione didn't take offence to this and simply answered his question.
"We're looking for clothes first Ron and.oooh, look, here's a nice little shop to start."
"Doesn't it look a bit expensive?" asked Harry as Hermione headed towards the shop.
These were the kind of places Dudley liked to shop to buy clothes that would supposedly impress girls. Harry snorted at the thought of Dudley impressing girls.
"Nonsense, we've got enough money." Said Hermione breaking through Harry's thoughts.
She walked in. The shopkeeper smiled at her but looked at Harry's and Ron's clothing in horror. Fortunately he didn't ask questions and mumbled something sounding very much like, "youths these days!"
Seeing as Hermione hadn't lost much, she only picked out a few clothes then proceeded in helping Harry and Ron. She looked like she was having a blast. After paying for all their millions (thanks to Hermione) of new clothes and shoes they changed in to some and chucked their old clothes in to the bin. Despite Ron's complaints, Harry could see that for once he was actually glad he had some money and could afford nice things. He had to admit that so was he although clothes had never been his top priority. It was usually staying alive. Harry and Ron both stepped out of the change rooms wearing long khaki pants. Ron's shirt was navy blue and Harry's a green that Hermione had picked out to match his eyes. They both had expensive new takkies and Harry had managed to get himself a new watch as his had stopped working when he dove into the lake wearing it last year. On their way out they stopped for lunch. Ron who was still getting accustomed to the muggle world got himself a blue and green lava lamp while Hermione walked absorbed in a stack of Cosmo girl magazines.
Ron shook his head muttering, "no matter where she is she always has to read something."
After a long walk they arrived back at the house. Hermione was greeted by her mom who wore a huge smile. "Hello, how was it? Hermione, some of your friends stopped by to say hi."
"Friends?" asked Ron when Mrs Granger had left.
"Yes friends Ron, you didn't think I studied all my holidays did you?"
Ron looked down. Apparently he had thought that she studied around the clock. Harry beckoned them inside.
Three people were waiting in the entrance hall. A pretty girl was fiddling with long blond plaits. Next to her stood a short cheerful boy. The last guy was very good looking with dark brown hair and a nice smile. He was slightly taller than Ron but was well muscled and thin.
Much to Ron's displeasure (again) the good-looking guy walked forward and hugged Hermione. "It's nice to see you again Mione. You really look pretty."
"Hey Matt, thanks, you're also looking great." She said
If Harry's ears weren't deceiving him, he would have thought Hermione was flirting. Ron seemed to be thinking so too, judging by the disgusted look his face showed.
"Dave, Matt, Jade, meet Harry and Ron. Harry, Ron, meet Dave, Matt and Jade. They both go to my school."
They all shook hands. Ron was glaring daggers at Matt but Jade was eyeing Harry with great interest.
"Hey everyone, do you wanna go swim?" asked Hermione, "We can catch up on all that's happened this year." She added. She looked rather flushed. From the heat of the sun or Matt's presence, Harry didn't know.
The answer was yes all round so Hermione showed them the way to the various bathrooms around the house making sure no one went in to her bedroom which was currently covered in wizarding stuff.
Harry was not happy about taking off his shirt and just wearing swimming shorts. His muscles would most certainly not go unnoticed and even though Ron and Hermione had seen a bit of them through his shirt, they would probably also be rather shocked. He had been. Well there was nothing he could do about it now.
Harry was quite correct in thinking everyone would be surprised. They all stood still just staring at him. Then Jade asked him what sport he played. She was looking more eager by the second. Harry very nearly gave himself away by saying Quidditch but made a quick save replying, "soccer."
The next couple of weeks flew by. Matt and Hermione seemed to be getting very close and Ron was now constantly bickering with her.
Towards the end of July and just a day before Harry's birthday, the Hogwarts letters arrived. Fortunately it was at breakfast so the only people shrieking in surprise when the owl flew in were Mr and Mrs Granger. After calming the couple down, Hermione had decided she couldn't wait any longer. She carefully peeled off the Hogwarts crest, tipping her envelope upside down and spilling the contents of it on to the table. She jumped up and shrieked happily. In front of her lay a new silver badge, which read, 'Prefect.' She did a jig around the room and hugged everyone.
"Congratulations dear!" said her mom, "We always new you could do it!"
"Wow, I never thought I'd get it, what with all the rules we've broken." She threw what were meant to be evil looks at Harry and Ron, but failed miserably and burst out laughing. After re-settling herself on her chair, she began glancing nervously between Harry and Ron.
"Hogwarts only has two prefects in each year in Gryffindor which means.only one of you two will get it.or neither."
There was a short tense silence which was broken by Harry and Ron's hasty ripping open of their envelopes. Ron reached his hand in hauling out a thick wad of papers and likewise, a prefect badge. He seemed to glow with pride.
Harry on the other hand had dropped his open envelope on to the floor. Out clattered not one, but two badges. The first one was also a prefect badge. Strange he thought. Hermione said only two prefects in each year. The second badge was gold and bore on it a flickering green flame. Harry sat on his chair staring in to the miniature green fire. Slowly he averted his gaze to Ron who looked extremely puzzled but not jealous to Harry's relief. Hermione was muttering distractedly and seemed to be trying to put something together. She kept on looking at Harry, frowning and then shaking her head.
Finally she said, "I need to go to a library. Dad, can you take us in to London. We might as well get all our school supplies and Harry's birthday presents while we're at it."
Hermione's father nodded and folded up his newspaper laying it on the table.
"Sure thing, be ready in ten minutes." He got up to find the keys, then get the car out of the garage.
Hermione, Harry and Ron went up to Hermione's room to brush their teeth and yank on some shoes. They had all gotten used to the 'sleeping in a girls room' issue and shared it quite fitfully. Hermione usually got to change first. Ron even now hadn't stopped blushing when he saw Hermione in her nightie.
The car ride to London was long, hot and boring filled in with Ron and Hermione's arguing. Harry began drifting off to sleep. Hermione turned back in her chair to reprimand Ron for not having finished his Potions essay when her eyes fell on to Harry. Her sentence trailed off into thin air. Ron noticed where her gaze had fallen and he also swivelled round to look at his best friend. Harry's mouth was slightly open and his brow was creased in to a frown. Hermione hated seeing him looking so vulnerable. He had to live with an incredible amount of expectations and suffering burdened upon him.
Ron turned back to Hermione. "Leave him, he looks peaceful for once."
She nodded and they resumed their journey in silence. Little did Ron know that Harry was most certainly not in a peaceful slumber. Actually he was far from it. The moment Harry's eyes had closed he had found himself standing in a dark house. The moonlight shone through the kitchen windows passing straight through him and illuminating a door that stood slightly ajar. He frowned. This was horribly reminiscent of his dream last year involving the muggle man, Frank Bryce whom Voldemort had disposed of. Cautiously he walked to the door taking in the cobweb covered beams which were cross-hatched on the roof above and the cracked, dusty tiles that littered the floor. He shivered involuntarily and stepped through the door fearing that it would crumble at his touch. Fortunately it only gave off a soft ancient creak and let him in pass through. Harry now found himself in a familiar looking dining room. That by the looks of it had at one stage been richly furnished with mahogany dining tables and sideboards topped by glass chandeliers. A musty old smell crept up his nostrils. Dust emanated in puffs around him as he trailed his left hand along the wall, letting the flaking paint drop to the floor. The Persian carpet, which lay underfoot, had also undergone many years of dirt and was home to thousands of insects, which scuttled out as Harry trod on its brittle fibres. 'Strange' he thought. If this was a dream then why did everything feel so. lifelike? Another door blocked his path. Unlike the last one, this door looked new and solid. It's hinges looked well oiled. A dim greenish light shone from beneath the crack at the door's base. Harry's instincts told him to get out as fast as possible but his curiosity got the better of him and he gently pushed the door open. Whatever he had been been expecting was not what he found. A horrible, rotting smell emanated from barely distinguishable lumps on the floor that each emanated a sickly green, black light. Harry bent down to further inspect the heaps of material and. "Oh my god!" he jumped back, falling on to another lump. They were bodies and there were about ten of them each looking more mauled as he went along. Harry picked himself up in absolute horror. He jumped nearly a foot high when he heard a rasping noise behind him. One of the bodies still barely alive had stretched out its hand grabbing hold of his jeans. What Harry did next was one of the most natural things he could possibly have done. He screamed.
Harry sat bolt upright still yelling. His hand immediately reached up to his forehead. Mr Granger swore loudly and the car jerked to the side waking a very startled Hermione and Ron.
"Jeepers Harry, what the hell happened?!" asked Ron who was shaking a bit from shock."
Hermione was staring at Harry in alarm. "Harry, why are you holding your scar? Does it hurt?"
Her face looked as if it had been bleached white. Harry very slowly lowered his hand.
"Sorry Mr Granger." He apologised. His normally bright green eyes were now dull and looked as if they had seen unimaginable things.
"Harry?" Hermione asked again.
"Hermione, my scar is fine and no it doesn't hurt." Said Harry beginning to feel very stupid. It had only been a nightmare.hadn't it?
"Then why were you clutching it like that?" she questioned.
He shrugged. "Instinctive, I guess, just had a nightmare."
Ron and Hermione's eyes, which looked as if they had slowly been calming down immediately, opened in horror.
Ron suddenly asked, "Was.was it about You-know-who?
Harry silently recalled the dream. "No, I don't think so." He said.
"Are you sure?" Hermione worriedly butted in again.
"Yes." Said Harry with a clear note of finality in his voice.
Hermione nodded but still looked doubtful. Ron on the other hand looked incredibly relieved. The rest of their journey went on in silence. Ron sat slouched in his chair enjoying the scenery. Hermione and Harry were both thinking. Harry about his dream and Hermione about Harry's reaction. She eventually came to the conclusion that Harry had had a nightmare about Cedric. She looked at him in pity. He noticed it and glared at her.
Mr Granger glanced worriedly between the 3 friends. This whole witch/wizard world seemed very stressful. He returned his gaze back to the road. After half an hour in silence they arrived. Hermione's father told them that he'd be there at 4pm to pick them up. They nodded, waved, aid goodbye and stepped in to the Leaky Cauldron.
A/N: Yikes,that was a long chapter. Please hit that little review button at the bottom of the page. You know you want to. If anyone has any brilliant ideas for the story don't hesitate to add them in to a review. Should anyone want me to email them when I finally get down to updating the next chapter please say so.
Now the individual thanks go to:
Angel of light: Thanks for beta reading again Les! Oh and carry on dreaming, there's no way I'm giving you hints! We have to start writing our joint story soon too!!!
Codfish_CM: Thanks I like my plot too (not to boast or anything!) I'm really sorry about the Ron/Hermione and Harry/Ginny thing, but I can't really write anything else.
Anja: I'll try to send you the snidget as soon as possible but it won't be from my fanfic email address.
CR: Thanks for reading my story. Don't worry, I'm in that kind of a mood often.
Ofrey: Sorry bout the swearing, I get carried away!
Illiamwa: I can understand why you were confused but as far as I know JK originally planned to call her fifth book the green flame torch just like her fourth one was going to be Harry Potter and the Doomspell tournament. Wish I had as many ideas as you though!
Thanks to everyone that reviewed, not all people were mentioned, even if you did read a couple of my chapters of late. But carry on the good work of reviewing. I hope to post the next chapter if I get about 70 reviews! (So my expectations are high!)
Chow for now ~Buckbeak Girl~
On we go.
Chapter 6
~Jealousy and Visions~
Ron gaped at Hermione as she came out from the bathroom. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a thin light blue spaghetti strap top and and a raised pair of blue slipslops. Her hair was pulled back in to a high ponytail and wisps of it floated around her cheeks framing her face. She blushed when she saw Ron but hurried down the stairs.
"Come on guys, the money's probably going to arrive soon."
Following her down Ron asked Harry, "Is this really Hermione, since when did she dress-up, not that I'm complaining?" he added goggling at her stupidly.
Harry opened his mouth to reply but was stopped short by a loud scream from Hermione. The money had just apparated on to her head in 3 black leather pouches each bearing a Ministry of Magic emblem. Hermione's mom came rushing in to find out what all the commotion was about.
On seeing the moneybags, she clapped her hands together, "finally, they're here. Hermione dear, would you like me to drive you, Harry and Ron down to Burkley?"
"No thanks mom, it's fine we'll walk." She said trying to regain her self- composure.
"What's Burkley?" Ron asked Harry.
He shrugged and said, "I dunno, probably a shopping centre."
Harry was right in guessing so. Ron jumped and yelped when the shop's doors opened automatically.
"Ron! You're making a scene." Snapped Hermione as people glanced curiously in their direction. "Remember you're wearing burnt clothes and even in the muggle world that's not exactly common.
He glared at her. "So where are we going first your majesty."
Much to Ron's annoyance and Harry's amusement, Hermione didn't take offence to this and simply answered his question.
"We're looking for clothes first Ron and.oooh, look, here's a nice little shop to start."
"Doesn't it look a bit expensive?" asked Harry as Hermione headed towards the shop.
These were the kind of places Dudley liked to shop to buy clothes that would supposedly impress girls. Harry snorted at the thought of Dudley impressing girls.
"Nonsense, we've got enough money." Said Hermione breaking through Harry's thoughts.
She walked in. The shopkeeper smiled at her but looked at Harry's and Ron's clothing in horror. Fortunately he didn't ask questions and mumbled something sounding very much like, "youths these days!"
Seeing as Hermione hadn't lost much, she only picked out a few clothes then proceeded in helping Harry and Ron. She looked like she was having a blast. After paying for all their millions (thanks to Hermione) of new clothes and shoes they changed in to some and chucked their old clothes in to the bin. Despite Ron's complaints, Harry could see that for once he was actually glad he had some money and could afford nice things. He had to admit that so was he although clothes had never been his top priority. It was usually staying alive. Harry and Ron both stepped out of the change rooms wearing long khaki pants. Ron's shirt was navy blue and Harry's a green that Hermione had picked out to match his eyes. They both had expensive new takkies and Harry had managed to get himself a new watch as his had stopped working when he dove into the lake wearing it last year. On their way out they stopped for lunch. Ron who was still getting accustomed to the muggle world got himself a blue and green lava lamp while Hermione walked absorbed in a stack of Cosmo girl magazines.
Ron shook his head muttering, "no matter where she is she always has to read something."
After a long walk they arrived back at the house. Hermione was greeted by her mom who wore a huge smile. "Hello, how was it? Hermione, some of your friends stopped by to say hi."
"Friends?" asked Ron when Mrs Granger had left.
"Yes friends Ron, you didn't think I studied all my holidays did you?"
Ron looked down. Apparently he had thought that she studied around the clock. Harry beckoned them inside.
Three people were waiting in the entrance hall. A pretty girl was fiddling with long blond plaits. Next to her stood a short cheerful boy. The last guy was very good looking with dark brown hair and a nice smile. He was slightly taller than Ron but was well muscled and thin.
Much to Ron's displeasure (again) the good-looking guy walked forward and hugged Hermione. "It's nice to see you again Mione. You really look pretty."
"Hey Matt, thanks, you're also looking great." She said
If Harry's ears weren't deceiving him, he would have thought Hermione was flirting. Ron seemed to be thinking so too, judging by the disgusted look his face showed.
"Dave, Matt, Jade, meet Harry and Ron. Harry, Ron, meet Dave, Matt and Jade. They both go to my school."
They all shook hands. Ron was glaring daggers at Matt but Jade was eyeing Harry with great interest.
"Hey everyone, do you wanna go swim?" asked Hermione, "We can catch up on all that's happened this year." She added. She looked rather flushed. From the heat of the sun or Matt's presence, Harry didn't know.
The answer was yes all round so Hermione showed them the way to the various bathrooms around the house making sure no one went in to her bedroom which was currently covered in wizarding stuff.
Harry was not happy about taking off his shirt and just wearing swimming shorts. His muscles would most certainly not go unnoticed and even though Ron and Hermione had seen a bit of them through his shirt, they would probably also be rather shocked. He had been. Well there was nothing he could do about it now.
Harry was quite correct in thinking everyone would be surprised. They all stood still just staring at him. Then Jade asked him what sport he played. She was looking more eager by the second. Harry very nearly gave himself away by saying Quidditch but made a quick save replying, "soccer."
The next couple of weeks flew by. Matt and Hermione seemed to be getting very close and Ron was now constantly bickering with her.
Towards the end of July and just a day before Harry's birthday, the Hogwarts letters arrived. Fortunately it was at breakfast so the only people shrieking in surprise when the owl flew in were Mr and Mrs Granger. After calming the couple down, Hermione had decided she couldn't wait any longer. She carefully peeled off the Hogwarts crest, tipping her envelope upside down and spilling the contents of it on to the table. She jumped up and shrieked happily. In front of her lay a new silver badge, which read, 'Prefect.' She did a jig around the room and hugged everyone.
"Congratulations dear!" said her mom, "We always new you could do it!"
"Wow, I never thought I'd get it, what with all the rules we've broken." She threw what were meant to be evil looks at Harry and Ron, but failed miserably and burst out laughing. After re-settling herself on her chair, she began glancing nervously between Harry and Ron.
"Hogwarts only has two prefects in each year in Gryffindor which means.only one of you two will get it.or neither."
There was a short tense silence which was broken by Harry and Ron's hasty ripping open of their envelopes. Ron reached his hand in hauling out a thick wad of papers and likewise, a prefect badge. He seemed to glow with pride.
Harry on the other hand had dropped his open envelope on to the floor. Out clattered not one, but two badges. The first one was also a prefect badge. Strange he thought. Hermione said only two prefects in each year. The second badge was gold and bore on it a flickering green flame. Harry sat on his chair staring in to the miniature green fire. Slowly he averted his gaze to Ron who looked extremely puzzled but not jealous to Harry's relief. Hermione was muttering distractedly and seemed to be trying to put something together. She kept on looking at Harry, frowning and then shaking her head.
Finally she said, "I need to go to a library. Dad, can you take us in to London. We might as well get all our school supplies and Harry's birthday presents while we're at it."
Hermione's father nodded and folded up his newspaper laying it on the table.
"Sure thing, be ready in ten minutes." He got up to find the keys, then get the car out of the garage.
Hermione, Harry and Ron went up to Hermione's room to brush their teeth and yank on some shoes. They had all gotten used to the 'sleeping in a girls room' issue and shared it quite fitfully. Hermione usually got to change first. Ron even now hadn't stopped blushing when he saw Hermione in her nightie.
The car ride to London was long, hot and boring filled in with Ron and Hermione's arguing. Harry began drifting off to sleep. Hermione turned back in her chair to reprimand Ron for not having finished his Potions essay when her eyes fell on to Harry. Her sentence trailed off into thin air. Ron noticed where her gaze had fallen and he also swivelled round to look at his best friend. Harry's mouth was slightly open and his brow was creased in to a frown. Hermione hated seeing him looking so vulnerable. He had to live with an incredible amount of expectations and suffering burdened upon him.
Ron turned back to Hermione. "Leave him, he looks peaceful for once."
She nodded and they resumed their journey in silence. Little did Ron know that Harry was most certainly not in a peaceful slumber. Actually he was far from it. The moment Harry's eyes had closed he had found himself standing in a dark house. The moonlight shone through the kitchen windows passing straight through him and illuminating a door that stood slightly ajar. He frowned. This was horribly reminiscent of his dream last year involving the muggle man, Frank Bryce whom Voldemort had disposed of. Cautiously he walked to the door taking in the cobweb covered beams which were cross-hatched on the roof above and the cracked, dusty tiles that littered the floor. He shivered involuntarily and stepped through the door fearing that it would crumble at his touch. Fortunately it only gave off a soft ancient creak and let him in pass through. Harry now found himself in a familiar looking dining room. That by the looks of it had at one stage been richly furnished with mahogany dining tables and sideboards topped by glass chandeliers. A musty old smell crept up his nostrils. Dust emanated in puffs around him as he trailed his left hand along the wall, letting the flaking paint drop to the floor. The Persian carpet, which lay underfoot, had also undergone many years of dirt and was home to thousands of insects, which scuttled out as Harry trod on its brittle fibres. 'Strange' he thought. If this was a dream then why did everything feel so. lifelike? Another door blocked his path. Unlike the last one, this door looked new and solid. It's hinges looked well oiled. A dim greenish light shone from beneath the crack at the door's base. Harry's instincts told him to get out as fast as possible but his curiosity got the better of him and he gently pushed the door open. Whatever he had been been expecting was not what he found. A horrible, rotting smell emanated from barely distinguishable lumps on the floor that each emanated a sickly green, black light. Harry bent down to further inspect the heaps of material and. "Oh my god!" he jumped back, falling on to another lump. They were bodies and there were about ten of them each looking more mauled as he went along. Harry picked himself up in absolute horror. He jumped nearly a foot high when he heard a rasping noise behind him. One of the bodies still barely alive had stretched out its hand grabbing hold of his jeans. What Harry did next was one of the most natural things he could possibly have done. He screamed.
Harry sat bolt upright still yelling. His hand immediately reached up to his forehead. Mr Granger swore loudly and the car jerked to the side waking a very startled Hermione and Ron.
"Jeepers Harry, what the hell happened?!" asked Ron who was shaking a bit from shock."
Hermione was staring at Harry in alarm. "Harry, why are you holding your scar? Does it hurt?"
Her face looked as if it had been bleached white. Harry very slowly lowered his hand.
"Sorry Mr Granger." He apologised. His normally bright green eyes were now dull and looked as if they had seen unimaginable things.
"Harry?" Hermione asked again.
"Hermione, my scar is fine and no it doesn't hurt." Said Harry beginning to feel very stupid. It had only been a nightmare.hadn't it?
"Then why were you clutching it like that?" she questioned.
He shrugged. "Instinctive, I guess, just had a nightmare."
Ron and Hermione's eyes, which looked as if they had slowly been calming down immediately, opened in horror.
Ron suddenly asked, "Was.was it about You-know-who?
Harry silently recalled the dream. "No, I don't think so." He said.
"Are you sure?" Hermione worriedly butted in again.
"Yes." Said Harry with a clear note of finality in his voice.
Hermione nodded but still looked doubtful. Ron on the other hand looked incredibly relieved. The rest of their journey went on in silence. Ron sat slouched in his chair enjoying the scenery. Hermione and Harry were both thinking. Harry about his dream and Hermione about Harry's reaction. She eventually came to the conclusion that Harry had had a nightmare about Cedric. She looked at him in pity. He noticed it and glared at her.
Mr Granger glanced worriedly between the 3 friends. This whole witch/wizard world seemed very stressful. He returned his gaze back to the road. After half an hour in silence they arrived. Hermione's father told them that he'd be there at 4pm to pick them up. They nodded, waved, aid goodbye and stepped in to the Leaky Cauldron.
A/N: Yikes,that was a long chapter. Please hit that little review button at the bottom of the page. You know you want to. If anyone has any brilliant ideas for the story don't hesitate to add them in to a review. Should anyone want me to email them when I finally get down to updating the next chapter please say so.
Now the individual thanks go to:
Angel of light: Thanks for beta reading again Les! Oh and carry on dreaming, there's no way I'm giving you hints! We have to start writing our joint story soon too!!!
Codfish_CM: Thanks I like my plot too (not to boast or anything!) I'm really sorry about the Ron/Hermione and Harry/Ginny thing, but I can't really write anything else.
Anja: I'll try to send you the snidget as soon as possible but it won't be from my fanfic email address.
CR: Thanks for reading my story. Don't worry, I'm in that kind of a mood often.
Ofrey: Sorry bout the swearing, I get carried away!
Illiamwa: I can understand why you were confused but as far as I know JK originally planned to call her fifth book the green flame torch just like her fourth one was going to be Harry Potter and the Doomspell tournament. Wish I had as many ideas as you though!
Thanks to everyone that reviewed, not all people were mentioned, even if you did read a couple of my chapters of late. But carry on the good work of reviewing. I hope to post the next chapter if I get about 70 reviews! (So my expectations are high!)
Chow for now ~Buckbeak Girl~