Chapter Seven

It was now the thirtyith of July and Harry was sleeping on a makeshift bed, made up of the couch and chair cushions, it sure beat the floor! Hermione woke up early and made a 'cake' or as close to one as she could. At around ten-thirty, Fawkes popped in dropped a bundle and popped out, startleing Hermione and waking Harry up.

"What the heck! Why'd Fawkes just pop in and out?"

"That was Dumbledore's Phoenix!?"

"Yeah, what? You'd never met Fawkes?"

"No, never really went to Dumbledore's office either."

"So, what's with the bundle he dropped?"

"I don't know, shall we check it out?"

"Couldn't hurt."

"Unless the twins rigged it."

"True."

"Happy Birthday Harry!"

"Thanks, but is it really? We're stuck in a room, and have been for the past three months, but it could be worse."

"That's for sure, any idea why they locked us in here?"

"Not any more then the day we were trapped."

"Yeah, me neither. Maybe there's a clue in the boxes they sent?"

"Maybe, shall we check?"

"Yeah, can't hurt unless it's rigged."

In the box, is mail, and lots of it! Letters upon letters, bills, junkmail, the whole shabang, for the past three months... oh yippee!

"Hermione, here's some letters from the Auror board, one for you and another for me."

"I wonder what they have to say?"

"Me too."

Both open and read there letters.

"Oh shit!" they exclaimed at the same time.

"What?"

"I've been honorable discharged!"

"You too!"

"Ahh man! Now neither of us have jobs!" Harry exclaimed.

"I know, why did we become Aurors, or why did you?" Hermione asked, "I mean you defeated Voldemort, what else was there to do?"

"I guess cause I'd already signed on, what else was there for me to do, it was pointless to be one, after I'd accomplished my destiny, I guess I didn't want to deal with everything, I wanted to be as far as possible from the previous 17 years of my life. But why? I should have just stayed gotten through it, I needed to get over Sirius' death, not run like I did, I've been running away from my feelings, pushing them back, Hermione, I still am I can't admit it all, not yet, maybe never, I don't know?"

"I understand Harry, completely, I wanted to get away from that hell, so instead I got into more, so I rebelled, I went against.. what I was supposed to do! I went out and protested, why? I believed in the rights of others, not just my own, I've been pushing things back as well, not wanting to admit, I can't admit it all either! Why I don't know, I can't even talk, understandably!"

"What's going on! What's wrong with us? Why'd we join the ministry as Aurors? Was there any point to going? That was three years of hell and then some!"

"Why didn't we be like Ron? Wow did I actually say that?"

"Yeah, you did and your right, at least he's happy, not stuck in chaos like us!"

"We're idiots!"

"We are, we could have gotton over our fears, problems years ago, instead of having them come back and hit us in the face! I should have done something that made me happy, why didn't I Hermione, why did I keep denying it all?"

"We became Aurors, why? No real reason, but to escape, we're through with escaping! We have to, Harry TALK, Talk to me about Sirius!"

"I... I... I....WILL! For once I think I will, will it help?"

"God damn you, of course, it always helps to talk about these things!"

"Sirius, Sirius, why didn't I listen to you, Hermione, why was I so stupid!"

"Love Harry, Love, you had to save him, because you were made to think he was in trouble! You loved him, he was your family!"

"Your my family! Remus.. Ron.. and the others, I am an idiot! I was blinded but not by love but by an obsession, I had to save him! And he wasn't even in DANGER, I was so Blind, BLIND TO WHAT WAS REAL, It's my fault he died!"

"NOOOOOOO HARRY NOOOO! IT WAS VOLDEMORT'S, NOT YOURS, VOLDEMORT'S! He made you, he planted it, he set the trap, he's the reason Sirius died, NOT YOU HARRY, NEVER YOU!"

"How do you know!"

"I know you! You'd never purposly bring us to danger, it always finds you! Follows you! And we just got dragged in behind you!"

"How do you always know? How do you always understand?"

"I told you, I know you, Harry, almost as well as you know yourself, sometimes it seems that way, but I don't know everything, about you or about me, there's still things hiding. Things scared to come out, I know I have them, Do you?"

"Of course I do, I know, I know, but what is it we're hiding? What are we afraid to reveal?"

"Harry, for once I don't know, but boy do I wish I did!"

"Me too, me too, will we ever figure it out?"

"I hope so, Harry."

"Is it why we're here? To figure out this mystery?"

"It could be, could it?

"Anything can be."

"Anything, we could be stuck here for any number of reasons, we could go through everything possible and still not figure it out, why are we here, ahh the perennial question."

"You mean like plants?"

"What? What are you talking about? What was I talking about?"

"Uh, I'm as lost as you, um I think."

"Yeah, problably."

"I hope one of us is right."

"So do I, what are we talking about anyway?"

"I have no idea."

"Do you?"

"I was hoping you did."

"Nope, for once I don't have an answer."

"Wow, just think Ron's missing this, Hermione Granger, not sure about something!"

"And when have you ever been sure about something, Mr. Potter?"

"Never in my life, Ms. Granger."

"That's what I thought!"

"Hey, leave the birthday boy alone."

"Have you ever had a birthday party?"

"Uh.. no."

"Well, I guess there's a first time for everything, eh?"

"Yeah, and there's last times on first times as well."

"Well let's hope this isn't one of them."

"Why not."

"Happy Twenty-third birthday Harry!" and she handed over the cake.

"Thanks Hermione! Wow, my first birthday party!"

"At least that you can remember."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Wow, your parties were only twenty-one years apart."

"That's a weird statistic, if I had a party my first birthday."

"Ask Moony, he'd know."

"And how am I going to ask him, if we're trapped in here?"

"Good question."

"Ask when they let us out!"

"Yes, right after I beat the crap out of Ron, Fred, George, and 'Doug.'"

"Think Ginny and him will tell the truth about him?"

"They better, if they want to have a happy marriage."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I have no idea."

"Why did you say that then?"

"Think of the Weasley's finding out later."

"Yeah, I think massive heart failure, would do for most of the family."

"I concur."

"What are we talking about?"

"I don't have the foggiest notion, want to drown out our insanity in Butterbeer? Or better yet Firewhiskey?"

"Well, we have nothing better to do, cooped up in here, why not, crack open a bottle."

"Want to watch a movie as well?"

"Sure, which one?"

"How 'bout The Wedding Singer?"

"Sure."

A bottle of Firewhiskey later, they were dancing around singing along with Adam Sandler, and even... dum dum dum.. George!

Another bottle of Firewhiskey... "Hermy, could you 'magine if we're turn into beetles? What if we were beetles, would we be shunned and starve and shrivel up and die like Gregory Samsa?"

"What are you talking about, 'Arry?"

"Kafka, Kafka. Wait what was I talkin' 'bout?"

"I on't know. Do you?"

"I asked you, first?"

"But I don't konw!"

"I don't know either!"

"We're Meshugah!"

"What's Meshugah?"

"Crazy."

"What's crazy?"

"Meshugah, it's crazy, senseless, in um... Yiddish!"

"How do you know, Harry?"

"I read a book called that and it told me!"

"A book spoke to you, like Riddle's Diary!"

"No, wait did it, what was I talking about again?"

"I don't remember."

"Me neither."

"Oh well."

"I'm tired."

"Me too."

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If you made any sense of that congradulations, I have no idea.

Okay the things I was talking about at the end, The Metamorphosis, the stuff about Gregory Samsa, is from that book, by Franz Kafka, just the turning into a bug stuff. And Meshugah is a novel by Issac Bashevis Singer, just came out of no where, actually the whole insane chapter did.

Any suggestions? Does the title make any sense at all? Suggestions for improveing it?

Don't expect a chapter in a while, this week will be packed, I'm doing spotlight, for a play. Pinnoccio. Don't know if I spelled that right, but oh well, every night this week, tomorrow I have Hockey, actually we're just helping fix the rink, had to get a whole new ice system put in, then after that rehersal, till who knows, then rehersal Tuesday, performances Wednesday-Sunday I think, guess I won't have a free moment this week, agh and school. So be very happy I've updated twice, this weekend don't know how that happend. Hopefully I'll get something out within the next too weeks, thanks for the reviews!!!

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