Ok. I lied. This chapter is came out much MUCH later than I planned for it to. Anyhow, this is Chapter 7 PS: There's a typo in the last chapter. It's Chapter 06: The Christmas Ball, not chapter 07.

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Chapter 07: The Attack

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----- New Years Eve -----

"Shall I summon them now, my Lord?" came the high-pitched squeak of Peter Pettigrew.

He fidgeted nervously as he waited for his Master's reply. He had been messing so many missions lately that he needed a success. Otherwise, he would be 'taken care of' by the numerous Death Eaters just waiting to assume his post as Lord Voldemort's right hand man.

Just when he gave up hope of ever receiving an answer, his Lord spoke.

"Yes." hissed Lord Voldemort. "I will summon them now."

===== GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM =====

"Now Hermione. Let's not be hasty. Remember all the good times we've shared? Are you truly in such a hurry to - Put down the wand Hermione. Put the wand. AHHH!!!!"

Harry, Cho, Sakura, and Li watched the scene before them with amused expressions. Ron had apparently asked Hermione if he could copy her Potions homework, then made an unwise remark about how stuffy she was when she refused. That evidently crossed a wire.

Now, he was dashing around the room, trying to avoid all the curses and hexes and whatever jinxes she might be casting in his direction, as well as the pillows, lamps and trinkets she was flinging in his direction when she wasn't occupied with spellcasting.

Meanwhile, in the sidelines, Harry was silently muttering "Reparo" to himself whenever Hermione actually broke something of value or knocked the stuffing out the pillows. And the rest of the four were attempting to keep their laughter down, lest they become Hermione's next target in her frenzied rampage.

"CALL ME STUFFY YOU STUPID LITTLE ARROGANT TWIT HEAD." She huffed, throwing a just-mended table leg at Ron. (Harry: NOO!) "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S STUFFY."

Ron, sorely regretting his poor choice of words, continued to dance around the Common Room like he was an owl on fire.

"Funny. They seem to argue a lot more now that they've become a couple." Whispered Neville as he joined the four beside the fireplace, a safe distance away from the raging Hermione.

But alas, Neville did not seem to have whispered it quiet enough, for Hermione suddenly stopped her ferocious attacks on Ron and directed her anger towards the pudgy, now cowering, boy.

"What. Was. That?"

Neville gave a slight squeak. How she managed to hear him above her own ramblings amazed and terrified him. He turned, cast a look at the ominous girl.

And raced straight upstairs to the Boys' Dormitories.

She uttered a Tarzan-like growl, and swore that she would 'get' Neville for that and that if he ever showed his face again, he would be sorry.

Ron was breathing heavily on the other side of the room, alive but exhausted. He glanced at the escape route Neville took. "Now why didn't I think of that?" he muttered to Harry as he limped slowly across the room to the fireplace.

Unfortunately, Hermione heard him. Fortunately, she was losing fire, fast, and her anger was cooled. She turned to Ron and said with a smile on her face as if the last 30 minutes or so had not occurred:

"You can't borrow my potions homework."

Ron's eyes bugged out very much so, he resembled a goldfish that had been out the water for too long. Cho, Sakura, and Li burst into teals of laughter, and Harry joined them. After he had repaired the lamps, pillows, whatever else Hermione broke, and put out the rug which had caught on fire when she had tried to set the ends of his red hair on blue fire.

They continued their merry laughter for some time, ignoring the indignant look on the Weasley boy's face.

Sakura was among the ones that were giggling but stopped suddenly when she felt a disturbingly familiar tingle at the base of her spine. Li felt it too, apparently, and he stopped chuckling. They snapped their heads to the large, single window of Gryffindor Tower.

The rest of the people looked at the two surprisingly. The halt of their cheerful exposition was abrupt and unexpected.

"Sakura?" asked Hermione carefully. She had taken care to be much nicer to Sakura after the Christmas Ball. "Li? What's wrong?"

Sakura looked at Li, and him at her. They agreed silently that they were experiencing the same familiar feeling they felt so long ago, and did not expect to feel again.

They looked back out the window just as a huge, hawk-like shadow passed.

"I sense a Clow Card."

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CLIFF!!! ^.^

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