Hermione30: Okay, YET another disclaimer.we DO NOT own these characters,
get it!?
Starhawk9: (slurping up some jell-o) didn't we already say that?
Hermione30: HEY!!! Where did you get the jell-o!?
Starhawk9: I made it.
Hermione30: What flavor?
Starhawk9: Wildberry, but I made it with soda.
Hermione30: Oooooo.Gimme!
Starhawk9: No! It's mine, my own, my prrrrrrrrrrrecious, and you can't have any.
Hermione30: Wanna bet? (leaps onto Starhawk9, claws (and big, sharp, pointy teeth) bared.
Starhawk9: Whoops! While I beat the heck out of this beast that used to be my best friend (over wildberry jell-o-the best kind, so it's worth killing her for.), read this next chapter!
An Odd Alliance
It was nearly four in the morning in the Gryffindor common room before Ginny Weasley went to bed. It took her a couple of hours hiding in the library to finally work out the details of her grand scheme, and she still had some problems. For example, she needed a Restricted book in the library, and some supplies and space that she couldn't get on her own. No matter--when you know Fred and George, you are always well connected. She thought for a minute. *Who do I know that knows the whole castle, inside and out, that can help me get what I need? He needs to be quiet enough to go anywhere, and know Ron. Now who.* "That's it! I know exactly who to see!" She stood up, gathered her papers together, and bounded away towards the kitchens.
Meanwhile, down in said kitchens, Dobby was busy mixing together something very odd. It was green and had the consistency of rubber cement. Smelled like it, too. So it probably wasn't something related to his new job. Looking around nervously, he pulled a bag of sugar out of his hat, dunked it in, and started stirring as feverishly as he could, considering the thickness. He turned around to grab some peppermints out of his sock and squeaked shrilly in surprise, falling right into the thick gooey glop (or whatever it was)There was a freckled face staring back at him! It was definitely human, but, unfortunately, it was not Harry Potter, since it was also distinctly female. He scrambled out of the bowl and tried to push it away to hide it, but the stuff all over him quickly hardened, freezing him in place. The witch bent down and gently lifted him to her eye level and quietly said,
"Dobby, my name is Ginny Weasley, and I'm going to need your help."
About an hour later, Dobby was picking the last of the batter (for that is what it was. He was making a surprise cake for Harry Potter. But what kind of cake it was, we have no idea. We aren't sure we *want* to know.) from behind his overlarge ears, thinking over the story Ginny had just told. "So you wants Dobby to help the Weezy, miss?" "Yes, Dobby. I want you to help, err, the 'Weezy'. You may not acknowledge it, but he's pretty much a screw-up, and this time he needs us to fix it." Dobby paused for a moment, bulbous eyes misting for a moment, then turned to Ginny.
"Dobby is willing to do anything to help Harry Potter or his Weezy. What is the helping, Miss that you need Dobby for?" Ginny grinned. "I'm glad you asked. See, we're going to need to make a *very* complicated potion, and first I need the recipe. It's in the forbidden section of the library, so I can't get it, and I was wondering if you could take cleaning duty there tomorrow night and get it. Plus, we're going to need a secret place to make the potion-and not in any bathroom!" Dobby had been listening very carefully sitting on the stone floor, and when Ginny was finished, his quickly hopped up and grinned.
"Dobby knows a perfect place, miss! We can use the Come and Go Room, and no one will ever find us! In fact, very few even know of it!"
"That's perfect! Is it big enough?"
"Of course it is, miss. It is any size we will need it to be. But, miss, Dobby will not sneak into any forbidden place in Hogwarts, not even to help the Weezy!" Ginny's heart sank. "But we're going to *need* that book! It's the only thing in the school that holds that recipe!" Dobby's grin, if at all possible, grew even wider. "But we will not *need* the book to make the potion, miss! The Come and Go Room's other name is the Room of Requirement, which means it will give us whatever we will need!" "Including the book and every single ingredient! This makes it all so easy- Dobby, you're a genius! Can you show me this room now?" "Of course, miss! This way, but quickly! Tonight is Dobby's night off, miss, and Dobby wishes to finish Harry Potter's cake." Ginny leaned to see past the house-elf's very tall red hat. The green "batter" had started to develop a skin and it looked like it was trying to get out of the bowl.
"You just might want to rethink that."
Starhawk9: (slurping up some jell-o) didn't we already say that?
Hermione30: HEY!!! Where did you get the jell-o!?
Starhawk9: I made it.
Hermione30: What flavor?
Starhawk9: Wildberry, but I made it with soda.
Hermione30: Oooooo.Gimme!
Starhawk9: No! It's mine, my own, my prrrrrrrrrrrecious, and you can't have any.
Hermione30: Wanna bet? (leaps onto Starhawk9, claws (and big, sharp, pointy teeth) bared.
Starhawk9: Whoops! While I beat the heck out of this beast that used to be my best friend (over wildberry jell-o-the best kind, so it's worth killing her for.), read this next chapter!
An Odd Alliance
It was nearly four in the morning in the Gryffindor common room before Ginny Weasley went to bed. It took her a couple of hours hiding in the library to finally work out the details of her grand scheme, and she still had some problems. For example, she needed a Restricted book in the library, and some supplies and space that she couldn't get on her own. No matter--when you know Fred and George, you are always well connected. She thought for a minute. *Who do I know that knows the whole castle, inside and out, that can help me get what I need? He needs to be quiet enough to go anywhere, and know Ron. Now who.* "That's it! I know exactly who to see!" She stood up, gathered her papers together, and bounded away towards the kitchens.
Meanwhile, down in said kitchens, Dobby was busy mixing together something very odd. It was green and had the consistency of rubber cement. Smelled like it, too. So it probably wasn't something related to his new job. Looking around nervously, he pulled a bag of sugar out of his hat, dunked it in, and started stirring as feverishly as he could, considering the thickness. He turned around to grab some peppermints out of his sock and squeaked shrilly in surprise, falling right into the thick gooey glop (or whatever it was)There was a freckled face staring back at him! It was definitely human, but, unfortunately, it was not Harry Potter, since it was also distinctly female. He scrambled out of the bowl and tried to push it away to hide it, but the stuff all over him quickly hardened, freezing him in place. The witch bent down and gently lifted him to her eye level and quietly said,
"Dobby, my name is Ginny Weasley, and I'm going to need your help."
About an hour later, Dobby was picking the last of the batter (for that is what it was. He was making a surprise cake for Harry Potter. But what kind of cake it was, we have no idea. We aren't sure we *want* to know.) from behind his overlarge ears, thinking over the story Ginny had just told. "So you wants Dobby to help the Weezy, miss?" "Yes, Dobby. I want you to help, err, the 'Weezy'. You may not acknowledge it, but he's pretty much a screw-up, and this time he needs us to fix it." Dobby paused for a moment, bulbous eyes misting for a moment, then turned to Ginny.
"Dobby is willing to do anything to help Harry Potter or his Weezy. What is the helping, Miss that you need Dobby for?" Ginny grinned. "I'm glad you asked. See, we're going to need to make a *very* complicated potion, and first I need the recipe. It's in the forbidden section of the library, so I can't get it, and I was wondering if you could take cleaning duty there tomorrow night and get it. Plus, we're going to need a secret place to make the potion-and not in any bathroom!" Dobby had been listening very carefully sitting on the stone floor, and when Ginny was finished, his quickly hopped up and grinned.
"Dobby knows a perfect place, miss! We can use the Come and Go Room, and no one will ever find us! In fact, very few even know of it!"
"That's perfect! Is it big enough?"
"Of course it is, miss. It is any size we will need it to be. But, miss, Dobby will not sneak into any forbidden place in Hogwarts, not even to help the Weezy!" Ginny's heart sank. "But we're going to *need* that book! It's the only thing in the school that holds that recipe!" Dobby's grin, if at all possible, grew even wider. "But we will not *need* the book to make the potion, miss! The Come and Go Room's other name is the Room of Requirement, which means it will give us whatever we will need!" "Including the book and every single ingredient! This makes it all so easy- Dobby, you're a genius! Can you show me this room now?" "Of course, miss! This way, but quickly! Tonight is Dobby's night off, miss, and Dobby wishes to finish Harry Potter's cake." Ginny leaned to see past the house-elf's very tall red hat. The green "batter" had started to develop a skin and it looked like it was trying to get out of the bowl.
"You just might want to rethink that."