Chapter 16: I dunno…feeling too stupid to think up a proper title…

The next few weeks flew by with amazing speed. Soon, it was only a week before Christmas break. Melissa still hadn't realized she nearly killed thirteen people.

That day at lunch, hundreds of owls flew in the windows and soared over the Great Hall. One made its way over to the Gryffindor section. It circled several times before dropping the parcel it carried at Hermione. It screeched once then flew off into the noon sunlight with the rest. She caught it easily and tore back the paper. Out came a special edition copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Weird," she muttered, scanning the front page. Ron slid over and glanced at the front page.

"They haven't put out a special edition like this since You-Know-Who was somewhat defeated," he added.

"Gee, thanks, Ron," Harry remarked wryly.

"Sure, Harry," Ron replied demurely, never removing his eyes from his girlfriend's newspaper. He didn't seem to hear Harry's comment.

"Uh, no," Hermione murmured, covering her mouth with her hand while her eyes scanned still over the article.

"What?" Harry and Melissa asked together.

"Pettigrew es—" was all she managed to get out before the doors to the Great Hall flew open with a crunch and a bang. Everyone in the Hall swiveled around in his or her seat to see who wanted to make such a big (and loud) entrance. Dumbledore stood up in order to see over the heads of all the students.

Voldemort was standing in the open doorway flanked by a smirking Lucius Malfoy on the left and a smug Peter Pettigrew on the right.

"Albus Dumbledore, my good man, how are your students? Still alive, I see?" he noted jovially, strangely for him. "Hmmm. That one's not anymore," he said, casting Avada Kedavra on a nearby Hufflepuff third year. "Neither is that one," he added, killing a Ravenclaw seventh year.

"Tom Riddle—" Dumbledore began.

"Shut up, old man!" Voldemort snapped. He then walked over to Harry's area in the Gryffindor table. "I don't like you. Or you, or you, or you. Goodbye." As he said this, he cast the dreaded curse on the four Gryffindor friends. Then all was in ruin.

A/N: How'd you guys like it? Any suggestions, opinions, feelings? Wait. I suppose that 'opinions' and feelings are the same thing, aren't they? Oh, well. By the way, my friend Sam is standing next to me as I write this. She says 'hi'. FYI, think of her when you read the next chapter or anytime you read 'monkeys'. Okay, I need everyone reading to do me a HUGE favor. Scroll down…………NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Come on, you guys!!!!!!!!!!! You didn't actually think I would kill off Harry, Melissa, Ron, and Hermione, did you??????? If you did, I'm incredibly hurt and disappointed. *Sighs* O, ye of little faith. Sorry about this chapter, by the way. I was feeling very goofy and sort of like a nut when I wrote this. *Laughing* Anyway, the REAL chapter is coming soon. In a couple of days, if I finish my high school applications. And if I don't severely sprain my ankle again. Yep, that hurt. Review, I'll love you! Hey, that rhymes! Wow. I have GOT to get a life. Help me, please!!!!!!!!