Starhawk9: Ow! That's my eye! Oh. Hey, get off me, they're back!
Hermione30: Oh, oops.
Starhawk9: Are you sane now?
Hermione30: Only because all your jell-o fell out of the cup.
Starhawk9: Hey! That was your fault!
Hermione30: *grins* I know.
Starhawk9: My jell-o!!!! WAHHHHH! I wish you would go away. You're mean and have no appreciation for other people's jell-o.
*All of the sudden the Phant-ham of the Opera swoops down and is standing in front of Starhawk9.
Starhawk9: Oh, no! It's a . pig in a mask
Phant-ham: So what? I've come to capture you and hopefully keep you safe- from HER (said with pure loathing, aimed at Hermione30)-as my wife . forever! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Which is actually in snorts)
Hermione30: But you're just a pig. And a runty one at that. How are you supposed to capture something three times your size?
Phant-ham: I'll just defy the laws of physics with my porky power. He picks up Starhawk9 and carries her away with a lot of speed for someone with such short legs.*
Starhawk9: Hey, help me here, I'm being captured by breakfast!
Hermione30: This is bad, this is bad!!! Oh . just go read the next chappie while I go and try to DO SOMETHING!!!!
Chapter 3-Cause and Effect
For the next six days, people looked very oddly at Dobby and Miss "Weezy". Ginny was looking rather pale and tired, and Dobby kept falling asleep on the Gryffindor fireplace. However, this could not be avoided, as they had stayed up for several nights brewing the potion. They were lucky: the book was there, and so were several crucial and oddly specific ingredients (like a certain fly that had to be stewed for twenty-one days before it would be any good), so Ginny could finish in time. They still needed every night possible-mostly because of Dobby. He wasn't much help after showing his new friend to the Room of Requirement. In fact, he ruined several tries by trying to help, once causing a massive explosion by adding peppermint (he said it was for flavor.). Ginny banned him from touching anything after the second day.
Somehow, Ginny still managed to finish her secret potion by day 5. She called Dobby back into the Room, and they stood looking at the disgusting mixture.
"Ew. That stuff looks almost as disgusting as . well . er."
"I know, miss. My cake. I am not a cook, miss, while you are a powerful witch, so I do not mind."
"Yeah. Thanks. But it's still not finished. See this?" She pointed at the open book. "It's the only thing we can't get here without ruining everything."
"Oh, miss, I can get that! Oh, joy, finally something I can do for the Weezy, miss!"
"Cracking! Just get it quietly, and soon-before tomorrow. Oh, and Dobby?"
"Yes, miss?"
"Just . don't get it from the shower."
Dobby paced joyfully up and down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, holding a small vial. Inside the clear glass was a single hair, which he happily presented to Ginny as he opened the heavy wooden door.
"Dobby, you got it! Let me see . yes! This is perfect! You want to put it in?"
His bulbous eyes opened even wider, and he started to shake.
"Oh, miss! That is more of a privilege than I could ever ask. Just being able to help is almost too much."
"Okay, okay, Dobby, just chill. I'll do it, but I need you to calm down. I still have one more thing for you to do."
"Anything, miss. Anything."
Dobby and Ginny stood in front of the portrait hole, staring at the Fat Lady, who was pouting down at them. "so are you two going inside or not?"
Ignoring her,. Ginny turned to Dobby and spoke.
"So you know what to do?"
"Of course, miss."
"Do you have it?"
In response, Dobby held up yet another vial. This one held a deep red liquid that was bubbling frantically, making his hand quiver trying to hold onto it. "I haven't let go of it since you gave it to me, miss."
"Excellent. Are you ready, Dobby?"
Without waiting for an answer, Ginny spoke again.
" doxy rhino nuke-it!"
And she walked through the portrait door. But at the last minute she stopped, peeking just her head into the common room.
"Ron?"
"Aw, Gin, go away, I don't feel like talking." Ron sat dejectedly in his favorite chair. Everything about him drooped, from his miserable expression to his limp carroty hair-he even looked shorter. He looked up, and his eyes were rimmed with red. "Just get what you need and leave, please."
"Um, right. I'll just get a drink, then. Want one? It may help."
"No, it won't. But I will have one, thanks." He slumped back down, staring into the fire. Ginny stared at him for a minute, slowly shaking her head. *Poor guy, he's been miserable since he thinks he lost her to Krum. I really hope this works, if not just to get him to move from that chair and start bathing again*. She wrinkled her nose, set her jaw and strode over to the cooler.
Just then, Dobby stumbled through the portrait hole, his eyes bulging and glowing a brighter green with excitement. "Weezy! It's so good to see you. Is Harry around, sir?" he added, turning his head back and forth.
"Nah. Just me and Ginny. What time is it?"
"Very late, sir, I presume, since I am here to clea-Whoops!" Dobby had been walking across the common room has he spoke, and as he said clean he had crossed over to the open cooler and tripped over Ginny's foot. The house-elf went flying, the vial landing with a small clink. Ginny quickly swept it up and tucked it into her pocket before helping Dobby up.
"Oh, sorry! Didn't see you there. You okay?"
"Yes, miss, I'm quite all right. Just dusting-it was my fault. Now, if you'll excuse me," and with that, Dobby produced a huge purple duster and disappeared up the boy's dormitory stairs.
*That was brilliant, Dobby!*
Ginny barely nodded in his direction before she went to work. She took an old bottle of butterbeer and poured half into a nearby goblet, then drew the vial from her robes. The liquid bubbled merrily as she popped the cork and poured it in the goblet. The entire mixture fizzed for a split second, glowing red, then it settled, looking like ordinary butterbeer again. Walking across to her brother, the handed Ron the drink ("Thanks, Gin. I'll go do bed in a minute, don't worry."), took a deep, deliberate swig from the rest of the bottle, then slowly walked toward her dormitory. She desperately listened out of the corner of her ear before she started up the stairs, hoping.
*C'mon, this has to work! Wait for it, wait for it.*
And there it was.
It was quiet at first-she almost dismissed it. Then it happened again. A faint bubbling noise, like hot wax, was churning behind her. It lasted for only a minute, coupled with an occasional moan like an injured animal, then it fell silent. The whole time she stood, stock still, facing the dormitory steps. She knew she didn't want to see what she was doing to him, but curiosity got the better now. Slowly, she tuned to see Viktor Krum on all fours in the common room.
He slowly rose, hands on his gut, eyes just starting to open. He looked around a minute, panting, and moved his hands up to his face. When they were an inch away, they froze. His eyes got rounder and wider as he stared at his long fingers and huge palms, then frantically brought them up onto his face, feeling his beaky nose and longish black hair. Staring around, he finally saw Ginny staring, eyes bright.
"Ginny," He croaked. "What have you done?"
Hermione30: Oh, oops.
Starhawk9: Are you sane now?
Hermione30: Only because all your jell-o fell out of the cup.
Starhawk9: Hey! That was your fault!
Hermione30: *grins* I know.
Starhawk9: My jell-o!!!! WAHHHHH! I wish you would go away. You're mean and have no appreciation for other people's jell-o.
*All of the sudden the Phant-ham of the Opera swoops down and is standing in front of Starhawk9.
Starhawk9: Oh, no! It's a . pig in a mask
Phant-ham: So what? I've come to capture you and hopefully keep you safe- from HER (said with pure loathing, aimed at Hermione30)-as my wife . forever! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Which is actually in snorts)
Hermione30: But you're just a pig. And a runty one at that. How are you supposed to capture something three times your size?
Phant-ham: I'll just defy the laws of physics with my porky power. He picks up Starhawk9 and carries her away with a lot of speed for someone with such short legs.*
Starhawk9: Hey, help me here, I'm being captured by breakfast!
Hermione30: This is bad, this is bad!!! Oh . just go read the next chappie while I go and try to DO SOMETHING!!!!
Chapter 3-Cause and Effect
For the next six days, people looked very oddly at Dobby and Miss "Weezy". Ginny was looking rather pale and tired, and Dobby kept falling asleep on the Gryffindor fireplace. However, this could not be avoided, as they had stayed up for several nights brewing the potion. They were lucky: the book was there, and so were several crucial and oddly specific ingredients (like a certain fly that had to be stewed for twenty-one days before it would be any good), so Ginny could finish in time. They still needed every night possible-mostly because of Dobby. He wasn't much help after showing his new friend to the Room of Requirement. In fact, he ruined several tries by trying to help, once causing a massive explosion by adding peppermint (he said it was for flavor.). Ginny banned him from touching anything after the second day.
Somehow, Ginny still managed to finish her secret potion by day 5. She called Dobby back into the Room, and they stood looking at the disgusting mixture.
"Ew. That stuff looks almost as disgusting as . well . er."
"I know, miss. My cake. I am not a cook, miss, while you are a powerful witch, so I do not mind."
"Yeah. Thanks. But it's still not finished. See this?" She pointed at the open book. "It's the only thing we can't get here without ruining everything."
"Oh, miss, I can get that! Oh, joy, finally something I can do for the Weezy, miss!"
"Cracking! Just get it quietly, and soon-before tomorrow. Oh, and Dobby?"
"Yes, miss?"
"Just . don't get it from the shower."
Dobby paced joyfully up and down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, holding a small vial. Inside the clear glass was a single hair, which he happily presented to Ginny as he opened the heavy wooden door.
"Dobby, you got it! Let me see . yes! This is perfect! You want to put it in?"
His bulbous eyes opened even wider, and he started to shake.
"Oh, miss! That is more of a privilege than I could ever ask. Just being able to help is almost too much."
"Okay, okay, Dobby, just chill. I'll do it, but I need you to calm down. I still have one more thing for you to do."
"Anything, miss. Anything."
Dobby and Ginny stood in front of the portrait hole, staring at the Fat Lady, who was pouting down at them. "so are you two going inside or not?"
Ignoring her,. Ginny turned to Dobby and spoke.
"So you know what to do?"
"Of course, miss."
"Do you have it?"
In response, Dobby held up yet another vial. This one held a deep red liquid that was bubbling frantically, making his hand quiver trying to hold onto it. "I haven't let go of it since you gave it to me, miss."
"Excellent. Are you ready, Dobby?"
Without waiting for an answer, Ginny spoke again.
" doxy rhino nuke-it!"
And she walked through the portrait door. But at the last minute she stopped, peeking just her head into the common room.
"Ron?"
"Aw, Gin, go away, I don't feel like talking." Ron sat dejectedly in his favorite chair. Everything about him drooped, from his miserable expression to his limp carroty hair-he even looked shorter. He looked up, and his eyes were rimmed with red. "Just get what you need and leave, please."
"Um, right. I'll just get a drink, then. Want one? It may help."
"No, it won't. But I will have one, thanks." He slumped back down, staring into the fire. Ginny stared at him for a minute, slowly shaking her head. *Poor guy, he's been miserable since he thinks he lost her to Krum. I really hope this works, if not just to get him to move from that chair and start bathing again*. She wrinkled her nose, set her jaw and strode over to the cooler.
Just then, Dobby stumbled through the portrait hole, his eyes bulging and glowing a brighter green with excitement. "Weezy! It's so good to see you. Is Harry around, sir?" he added, turning his head back and forth.
"Nah. Just me and Ginny. What time is it?"
"Very late, sir, I presume, since I am here to clea-Whoops!" Dobby had been walking across the common room has he spoke, and as he said clean he had crossed over to the open cooler and tripped over Ginny's foot. The house-elf went flying, the vial landing with a small clink. Ginny quickly swept it up and tucked it into her pocket before helping Dobby up.
"Oh, sorry! Didn't see you there. You okay?"
"Yes, miss, I'm quite all right. Just dusting-it was my fault. Now, if you'll excuse me," and with that, Dobby produced a huge purple duster and disappeared up the boy's dormitory stairs.
*That was brilliant, Dobby!*
Ginny barely nodded in his direction before she went to work. She took an old bottle of butterbeer and poured half into a nearby goblet, then drew the vial from her robes. The liquid bubbled merrily as she popped the cork and poured it in the goblet. The entire mixture fizzed for a split second, glowing red, then it settled, looking like ordinary butterbeer again. Walking across to her brother, the handed Ron the drink ("Thanks, Gin. I'll go do bed in a minute, don't worry."), took a deep, deliberate swig from the rest of the bottle, then slowly walked toward her dormitory. She desperately listened out of the corner of her ear before she started up the stairs, hoping.
*C'mon, this has to work! Wait for it, wait for it.*
And there it was.
It was quiet at first-she almost dismissed it. Then it happened again. A faint bubbling noise, like hot wax, was churning behind her. It lasted for only a minute, coupled with an occasional moan like an injured animal, then it fell silent. The whole time she stood, stock still, facing the dormitory steps. She knew she didn't want to see what she was doing to him, but curiosity got the better now. Slowly, she tuned to see Viktor Krum on all fours in the common room.
He slowly rose, hands on his gut, eyes just starting to open. He looked around a minute, panting, and moved his hands up to his face. When they were an inch away, they froze. His eyes got rounder and wider as he stared at his long fingers and huge palms, then frantically brought them up onto his face, feeling his beaky nose and longish black hair. Staring around, he finally saw Ginny staring, eyes bright.
"Ginny," He croaked. "What have you done?"