A/N: None here.
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, Mithra, and any and all Dark Woods harps, along with anything else you don't recognize from the books. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 21: Charms Problems
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"RAVENCLAW!" shouted the hat, and the inside table next to the Slytherin table burst into applause, though you could hear gasps around the Great Hall that a _Weasley_ was not in Gryffindor. Walking along, she sat as close as she could to her Slytherin friends, turning her head to look up at Dumbledore as he stood up to give a speech.
'Damn MOF, giving such stupid speeches,' thought Harry, giving the man a Snape-level glare. Anyone who happened to be sitting near him started looking at him nervously, until he let out a startlingly animalistic growl, and then people quickly turned away. Finally Doubledork... erm.. Dumbledore finished, and the food filled the sparkling plates before them. Harry just sat and picked at his food until something caught his thinking and slowly wandering, unfocused eye.
He watched as right before his inconspicuous sight, a strange human shaped form was coming at him from the side very slowly... as though it did not want to be heard. He turned to his aristocratic friend, who was currently serving himself a small portion of fried potatoes.
"Draco, do you see that thing moving towards us from my left side?" he whispered, still watching with an unblinking eye. His friend looked over his shoulder and gave Harry an odd look.
"No. Why?"
Just then, the form stood right next to Harry and pulled out a wand. Acting quickly, Harry jumped up from his seat and landed in front of this figure, wand in an offensive position. The action caught the attention of the entire Great Hall, and Severus and McGonagall were hurriedly coming towards him. No one else seems to be able to see this person, thought Harry, as one eye watched the figure and the other looking at the closer students. The figure began to cast a curse from the looks of the wand movements, but Harry was swifter.
"Funis!" shouted Harry, and he watched as the conjured ropes closed tightly around the invisible figure to the shock of anyone who had seen it. All they could see were ropes floating of the ground for no apparent reason. Severus, expecting something like this to happen eventually, pulled out his wand, pointed at the center of the ropes, and murmured, "Finite."
There, with a horrible grimace of absolute loathing on his face, sat Lawrence Harling. Snape glared down at the seventh year and demanded an explanation for his actions.
"He killed and tortured my father, and I can't take revenge?! He will be the next Dark Lord, mark my words, and I won't let my father and the Dark Lord's rivals' sacrifices be in vain! I will kill him!"
McGonagall gave Harry a piercing look, but spoke, "Mr Harling, Mr Potter's wand had not been used at all this summer and there is no evidence against him saying he's guilty! You will speak with the headmaster after the feast!" And she grabbed his arm and led him out, thought not before Harry, who had already sat down, took advantage of no one watching him and traced a silver noose in the air. The other boy yelled in rage as Harry canceled it in satisfaction as his Housemate got led out of the Great Hall and dinner went back to normal.
"Harry, how did you see him?" asked Draco, "I mean, I couldn't; he was under an invisibility spell of some sort."
"No idea whatsoever. If you will excuse me, I'm going to prowl around the dungeons for a bit. Good night, everyone." After leaving the Slytherin table, he walked over to Ginny, wished her goodnight, and waved to the twins, who waved cheekily back.
'They will almost definitely join my side before they leave Hogwarts,' he thought impishly, heading towards the dungeons and a certain professor's quarters.
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"Harry, we need to speak," murmured Severus, joining his young master in the professor's rooms at Hogwarts. The boy was watching him from under his bangs, casting his upper face in complete shadow, though his eyes seemed to shine out from the black space. Harry smirked.
"Well, I kind of figured that since you asked me to come here. Now, what's this all about?"
Severus quickly relayed the story of the headmaster and his plans for Harry. Harry looked thoroughly affronted by this.
"He is blackmailing you? He will meet a miserable fate, let me assure you," snarled Harry, standing up from the chair, looking much older. He pulled up his left sleeve to look at his wrist, where Tom's and his special form of the Dark Mark sat, the one to call the Deatheaters. Harry still remembered the day he had gotten it. Seeing that it was still there, thought very much faded, gave him hope that Tom was still out there.
"Do not worry about spying for him anymore, Severus. If the case comes where he does fire you, I can easily support you. Dark Lords watch out for the interests of their loyal followers."
"Harry, aren't you even slightly worried about what lies in store for you at the end of the year?" queried Severus, plucking the tiny dragon from where it had nestled in his lap robes and sending it to its master.
"Honestly, I'm not really worried. After all, Deatheaters are already after me; what matters if a few more join them in wanting to end my eventual reign?"
And in a swift move Severus didn't see, he was gone.
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The first week of school came once again, and Harry found he was actually looking forward to most of his classes. Of course, that could contribute to the fact that their first day consisted of Charms and Potions for second year Slytherins, but it could also be that his classes were such a ready change from his summer. The mandrakes in Herbology could surely be a method to kill off people in large numbers easily, and the cool night air on top of the Astronomy Tower during class let him think clearly for the first time since arriving at school. He and Draco both had a good laugh after hearing about Lockhart's little problem with the pixies and the Gryffindors and were delighted when they found out their class had been cancelled until the idiot could find his wand.
The reason he was so excited right now, however, was because he and Draco were currently walking down to the Quidditch Pitch, Nimbus Two Thousand And One's in hand, for Slytherin tryouts. Both were slightly nervous as they entered out into the main field area and joined the other hopeful recruits; they had to be the youngest ones here. The Slytherin team captain came up and proceeded to talk up a storm, telling them how they would be trying out and all that nonsense.
"Alright, we're going to do skirmishes to find out where individuals run in talent. Currently this year, there are spots for one Seeker, one Beater, and two Chasers. Now, let's get started. Who is trying out for Seeker?"
Harry and a fourth year girl stepped forward. Harry was thanking the stars for the fact that Marcus Flint hated the Harling kid and wasn't going to hold that against him.
"You Potter, go and join the regular team. Timmons, you go to the skirmish team."
And it went on like that until everyone was sorted out. He looked at Draco as the boy was on the opposite team, and grinned, broomstick quivering under his grip.
"Don't hit me too hard with those Bludgers." But Draco didn't get to respond; Flint had just released the balls, and the game was on.
Harry flew up a bit higher than the rest of the players to be able to scan a farther reach of pitch quicker. He found himself unfocusing his eyes just like the time in the Great Hall at the Welcome feast, which caused his vision to go past the point of clear; it was like he was seeing another plane on top of this one. He quickly refocused his eyes and told himself not to let his eye wander like that anymore. No sooner had he done so that he saw a little glint of gold below him, and he proceeded to dive at a vertical slant, carrying on at such a pace that everyone had stopped to watch. He pulled up, robes skimming the morning dew grass, the little ball clutched in his hand.
"Excellent, Potter!" said Flint, pulling his broom next to Harry's. "You are definitely in for this year's team!"
Harry smiled broadly and said, "Thank you, Flint!" And he was allowed to sit out the rest of the skirmishes. He followed his blonde friend with his eyes. His friend was definitely Beater material. He could almost feel those hits as he knocked the iron balls with such force that you could hear the collision. No doubt Draco would get on the team, too, he thought as he yawned, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back into the seats behind him and drifting into a warm sleep.
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It was Monday again, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin second years were sharing Charms classes together. No one seemed happy about it, but the little Charms professor took no notice as he was about to begin the lesson.
"Today in Charms class, we are going to be doing something slightly different," squeaked Professor Flitwick. "Now, you each have a partner, correct?"
There was a general muttering of agreement along with quite a few glares. He had made the mistake of pairing Gryffindors with Slytherins. Harry gave a sympathetic look to Draco who was paired up with Ron; at least he himself was paired with Hermione.
"Good! Now, what we are going to do today is simple and should be fun. What you do is this. You prick your partner's arm with this needle that's provided, take a small amount of blood, and put it in one of the small basins in front of you. While your partner is doing that, you focus on something in your past. Let's see... How about your tenth birthday? When you're done you do the same to your partner. Afterwards, you point your wand at your basin and say, "Agnosco." You will then have a kind of mini pensieve where you can view those events as often as you want. Let's begin."
All the time Flitwick had been talking, Harry's mind had been completely reeling. No one needed to know about that birthday. He looked quickly at Draco, pupils contracted, and Draco only returned a surprised glance. Damn, this could be very bad.
"Harry, are you all right?" asked Hermione, and Harry snapped his eyes back to her. She looked rather frightened. "You don't look very well. Are you sick?"
Despite the dizziness, he managed, "I'm.. fine.. Hermione. I just don't like needles all that much. Bad experience, you know."
"Well, how about we do me first, then?" she replied, and Harry just nodded, mouth dry, and carefully pressed the needle into her arm. After collecting a small amount of the crimson fluid, he put it into the basin in front of Hermione and shot another look at Draco. Draco, meanwhile, was looking at his friend. He wished he could do something for him. If he had been through what Harry had been, he probably couldn't even look at another needle without passing out.
"Here we go, Harry," said Hermione, catching his attention, and she lightly broke through the skin in the crook of his arm. It was all Harry could do to keep from keeling over or something equally as embarassing. The minute it took Hermione to gather the desired amount seemed like an eternity, and he jumped when Hermione layed her hand on his shoulder, telling him she was finished. However, he was barely catching anything they were saying. He thought he heard the professor tell them to put the charm on their basins, but he wouldn't allow anyone to find out... no one.
While Hermione next to him cast "Agnosco", he could see pictures of smiling faces and party noises appear in hers. He quickly pulled out his wand and gasped, "Contego Sustento!" before rushing out of the class, bag in hand. He stumbled into many objects down the corridors before arriving in the dungeons. He composed himself as best he could and walked into the potions classroom to his seat, waiting for Charms to end and Potions to begin, setting his head down on his crossed arms and quickly falling asleep from the stress on his system.
Snape and the reast of his Potions class was to come across him like this ten minutes later, sleeping in a vast pool of blood so expansive it was dripping off the table.
Harry had left before they could stop the bleeding.
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A/N: Do I even need to say anything here to get you to ask questions about what the heck just went on? Don't worry; you'll find out the entire spanse of it... in third year! Bwahahahaha!!!! It's very funny that in all the respoonses, no one guessed Ginny would be a Ravenclaw. Oh, and that will be explained later as well. This chapter was just full of surprises, wasn't it? No need to remind you to review!
Review responses:
Maxx77- You know, you reviewed chapter 20 in less than ten minutes after I put it up?
Lita of Jupiter- Aah, hello, Mako-chan. While I agree Hufflepuff would have been a hilarious decision, I think Hufflepuff's are closer to Gryffindor thinking while Ravenclaws are closer to a Slytherin mindset.
jbfritz- I've read so many Slytherin Ginny stories, it has become cliche, even though she does make a good snake.
hermiongreen- Thanks for the story paragraph, but I unfortunately couldn't use it; sorry.
Sword-Wielder-Firebreath- See jbfritz.
Falafal- Poor Blaise, yes. She doesn't look so good, does she? I loved your idea of Harry's influence and will be placing that in when Ginny's placement is explained if you don't mind. Please tell me yes or no.
Bosson12787- You just found out the house!
eriee- I'm evil for ending the chapter that way? Sorry, but I couldn't resist. *grins maniacally*
chozen1- like above, *grins maniacally*. Thanks for the nice compliment.
lady leah- No Gryff, no Slyth, sorry. I have a good reason for placing her in Ravenclaw.
Rogue1615- No Slytherin Ginny, sorry. Oooh, nice guess when you say Blaise is a necromancer. Where'd you come up with that idea? Because she's wraith-like or something? It will be a bigger shock than that!
stayblue- Thanks.
FireFaerie23- I asked if they were a GreenDay fan because almost no one at my school likes them. It's sad really. The way I got hooked on them was when I read "Blackened Sunrise" by The Itch, whose story theme was Minority. Great story by the way. All of you should read it and be scared because I act exactly as Harry does the entire story to the point where I felt the girl had been stalking me and copying down my personality. Very good!
King of the Nazgûl- No Slyth Ginny, sorry. Thanks for the nice compliment.
Sea-Turtles- Ginny won't get a thrashing from her siblings, I don't believe. Wait for a letter from her mom; it will be frickin' hilarious the reaction from Ron!
Cmon- Gryff Ginny, no can do.. While it would be a good move politically for Harry, he already has the well-respected Hermione in Gryffindor house.
Shorty- Thanks for the ideas, though you know I'm still going to question you day after day.
Nicoletta- I can definitely see Dumbledore as a Dark wizard if he didn't already have so much power in the Light community. Harry really did sound like Tom when he talked about taking care of his supporters, didn't he?
insanechildfanfic- Thanks for saying that! Makes me feel all good!
Mark Evans- Why, I am honoured. Thank you!
ER- Sorry, no can do.
knot2be- We will be hearing a lot about Harry throughout his school years, though a lot will come out about his past in third year, which I think everyone is going to kill me over making them wait that long.
greenday9829- No Gin's not in the snake house. Oh, yes, Lockhart is fun and will likely have many "accidents".
girlknight- I knew what the jokes were like; I just don't really care too much about things like that. Hehe, well, considering Las Vegas is in the middle of the desert, it is very rare that we get snow here. However, the states closer to you guys get your kind of weather. My family has a cabin in some mountains near Duck Creek Village in Utah, so we can go visit snow in the winter.
HecateDeMort- I like your short and to the point style. Bwahahahahaha!
(January 10-11, 2004)
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, Mithra, and any and all Dark Woods harps, along with anything else you don't recognize from the books. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 21: Charms Problems
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"RAVENCLAW!" shouted the hat, and the inside table next to the Slytherin table burst into applause, though you could hear gasps around the Great Hall that a _Weasley_ was not in Gryffindor. Walking along, she sat as close as she could to her Slytherin friends, turning her head to look up at Dumbledore as he stood up to give a speech.
'Damn MOF, giving such stupid speeches,' thought Harry, giving the man a Snape-level glare. Anyone who happened to be sitting near him started looking at him nervously, until he let out a startlingly animalistic growl, and then people quickly turned away. Finally Doubledork... erm.. Dumbledore finished, and the food filled the sparkling plates before them. Harry just sat and picked at his food until something caught his thinking and slowly wandering, unfocused eye.
He watched as right before his inconspicuous sight, a strange human shaped form was coming at him from the side very slowly... as though it did not want to be heard. He turned to his aristocratic friend, who was currently serving himself a small portion of fried potatoes.
"Draco, do you see that thing moving towards us from my left side?" he whispered, still watching with an unblinking eye. His friend looked over his shoulder and gave Harry an odd look.
"No. Why?"
Just then, the form stood right next to Harry and pulled out a wand. Acting quickly, Harry jumped up from his seat and landed in front of this figure, wand in an offensive position. The action caught the attention of the entire Great Hall, and Severus and McGonagall were hurriedly coming towards him. No one else seems to be able to see this person, thought Harry, as one eye watched the figure and the other looking at the closer students. The figure began to cast a curse from the looks of the wand movements, but Harry was swifter.
"Funis!" shouted Harry, and he watched as the conjured ropes closed tightly around the invisible figure to the shock of anyone who had seen it. All they could see were ropes floating of the ground for no apparent reason. Severus, expecting something like this to happen eventually, pulled out his wand, pointed at the center of the ropes, and murmured, "Finite."
There, with a horrible grimace of absolute loathing on his face, sat Lawrence Harling. Snape glared down at the seventh year and demanded an explanation for his actions.
"He killed and tortured my father, and I can't take revenge?! He will be the next Dark Lord, mark my words, and I won't let my father and the Dark Lord's rivals' sacrifices be in vain! I will kill him!"
McGonagall gave Harry a piercing look, but spoke, "Mr Harling, Mr Potter's wand had not been used at all this summer and there is no evidence against him saying he's guilty! You will speak with the headmaster after the feast!" And she grabbed his arm and led him out, thought not before Harry, who had already sat down, took advantage of no one watching him and traced a silver noose in the air. The other boy yelled in rage as Harry canceled it in satisfaction as his Housemate got led out of the Great Hall and dinner went back to normal.
"Harry, how did you see him?" asked Draco, "I mean, I couldn't; he was under an invisibility spell of some sort."
"No idea whatsoever. If you will excuse me, I'm going to prowl around the dungeons for a bit. Good night, everyone." After leaving the Slytherin table, he walked over to Ginny, wished her goodnight, and waved to the twins, who waved cheekily back.
'They will almost definitely join my side before they leave Hogwarts,' he thought impishly, heading towards the dungeons and a certain professor's quarters.
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"Harry, we need to speak," murmured Severus, joining his young master in the professor's rooms at Hogwarts. The boy was watching him from under his bangs, casting his upper face in complete shadow, though his eyes seemed to shine out from the black space. Harry smirked.
"Well, I kind of figured that since you asked me to come here. Now, what's this all about?"
Severus quickly relayed the story of the headmaster and his plans for Harry. Harry looked thoroughly affronted by this.
"He is blackmailing you? He will meet a miserable fate, let me assure you," snarled Harry, standing up from the chair, looking much older. He pulled up his left sleeve to look at his wrist, where Tom's and his special form of the Dark Mark sat, the one to call the Deatheaters. Harry still remembered the day he had gotten it. Seeing that it was still there, thought very much faded, gave him hope that Tom was still out there.
"Do not worry about spying for him anymore, Severus. If the case comes where he does fire you, I can easily support you. Dark Lords watch out for the interests of their loyal followers."
"Harry, aren't you even slightly worried about what lies in store for you at the end of the year?" queried Severus, plucking the tiny dragon from where it had nestled in his lap robes and sending it to its master.
"Honestly, I'm not really worried. After all, Deatheaters are already after me; what matters if a few more join them in wanting to end my eventual reign?"
And in a swift move Severus didn't see, he was gone.
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The first week of school came once again, and Harry found he was actually looking forward to most of his classes. Of course, that could contribute to the fact that their first day consisted of Charms and Potions for second year Slytherins, but it could also be that his classes were such a ready change from his summer. The mandrakes in Herbology could surely be a method to kill off people in large numbers easily, and the cool night air on top of the Astronomy Tower during class let him think clearly for the first time since arriving at school. He and Draco both had a good laugh after hearing about Lockhart's little problem with the pixies and the Gryffindors and were delighted when they found out their class had been cancelled until the idiot could find his wand.
The reason he was so excited right now, however, was because he and Draco were currently walking down to the Quidditch Pitch, Nimbus Two Thousand And One's in hand, for Slytherin tryouts. Both were slightly nervous as they entered out into the main field area and joined the other hopeful recruits; they had to be the youngest ones here. The Slytherin team captain came up and proceeded to talk up a storm, telling them how they would be trying out and all that nonsense.
"Alright, we're going to do skirmishes to find out where individuals run in talent. Currently this year, there are spots for one Seeker, one Beater, and two Chasers. Now, let's get started. Who is trying out for Seeker?"
Harry and a fourth year girl stepped forward. Harry was thanking the stars for the fact that Marcus Flint hated the Harling kid and wasn't going to hold that against him.
"You Potter, go and join the regular team. Timmons, you go to the skirmish team."
And it went on like that until everyone was sorted out. He looked at Draco as the boy was on the opposite team, and grinned, broomstick quivering under his grip.
"Don't hit me too hard with those Bludgers." But Draco didn't get to respond; Flint had just released the balls, and the game was on.
Harry flew up a bit higher than the rest of the players to be able to scan a farther reach of pitch quicker. He found himself unfocusing his eyes just like the time in the Great Hall at the Welcome feast, which caused his vision to go past the point of clear; it was like he was seeing another plane on top of this one. He quickly refocused his eyes and told himself not to let his eye wander like that anymore. No sooner had he done so that he saw a little glint of gold below him, and he proceeded to dive at a vertical slant, carrying on at such a pace that everyone had stopped to watch. He pulled up, robes skimming the morning dew grass, the little ball clutched in his hand.
"Excellent, Potter!" said Flint, pulling his broom next to Harry's. "You are definitely in for this year's team!"
Harry smiled broadly and said, "Thank you, Flint!" And he was allowed to sit out the rest of the skirmishes. He followed his blonde friend with his eyes. His friend was definitely Beater material. He could almost feel those hits as he knocked the iron balls with such force that you could hear the collision. No doubt Draco would get on the team, too, he thought as he yawned, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back into the seats behind him and drifting into a warm sleep.
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It was Monday again, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin second years were sharing Charms classes together. No one seemed happy about it, but the little Charms professor took no notice as he was about to begin the lesson.
"Today in Charms class, we are going to be doing something slightly different," squeaked Professor Flitwick. "Now, you each have a partner, correct?"
There was a general muttering of agreement along with quite a few glares. He had made the mistake of pairing Gryffindors with Slytherins. Harry gave a sympathetic look to Draco who was paired up with Ron; at least he himself was paired with Hermione.
"Good! Now, what we are going to do today is simple and should be fun. What you do is this. You prick your partner's arm with this needle that's provided, take a small amount of blood, and put it in one of the small basins in front of you. While your partner is doing that, you focus on something in your past. Let's see... How about your tenth birthday? When you're done you do the same to your partner. Afterwards, you point your wand at your basin and say, "Agnosco." You will then have a kind of mini pensieve where you can view those events as often as you want. Let's begin."
All the time Flitwick had been talking, Harry's mind had been completely reeling. No one needed to know about that birthday. He looked quickly at Draco, pupils contracted, and Draco only returned a surprised glance. Damn, this could be very bad.
"Harry, are you all right?" asked Hermione, and Harry snapped his eyes back to her. She looked rather frightened. "You don't look very well. Are you sick?"
Despite the dizziness, he managed, "I'm.. fine.. Hermione. I just don't like needles all that much. Bad experience, you know."
"Well, how about we do me first, then?" she replied, and Harry just nodded, mouth dry, and carefully pressed the needle into her arm. After collecting a small amount of the crimson fluid, he put it into the basin in front of Hermione and shot another look at Draco. Draco, meanwhile, was looking at his friend. He wished he could do something for him. If he had been through what Harry had been, he probably couldn't even look at another needle without passing out.
"Here we go, Harry," said Hermione, catching his attention, and she lightly broke through the skin in the crook of his arm. It was all Harry could do to keep from keeling over or something equally as embarassing. The minute it took Hermione to gather the desired amount seemed like an eternity, and he jumped when Hermione layed her hand on his shoulder, telling him she was finished. However, he was barely catching anything they were saying. He thought he heard the professor tell them to put the charm on their basins, but he wouldn't allow anyone to find out... no one.
While Hermione next to him cast "Agnosco", he could see pictures of smiling faces and party noises appear in hers. He quickly pulled out his wand and gasped, "Contego Sustento!" before rushing out of the class, bag in hand. He stumbled into many objects down the corridors before arriving in the dungeons. He composed himself as best he could and walked into the potions classroom to his seat, waiting for Charms to end and Potions to begin, setting his head down on his crossed arms and quickly falling asleep from the stress on his system.
Snape and the reast of his Potions class was to come across him like this ten minutes later, sleeping in a vast pool of blood so expansive it was dripping off the table.
Harry had left before they could stop the bleeding.
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A/N: Do I even need to say anything here to get you to ask questions about what the heck just went on? Don't worry; you'll find out the entire spanse of it... in third year! Bwahahahaha!!!! It's very funny that in all the respoonses, no one guessed Ginny would be a Ravenclaw. Oh, and that will be explained later as well. This chapter was just full of surprises, wasn't it? No need to remind you to review!
Review responses:
Maxx77- You know, you reviewed chapter 20 in less than ten minutes after I put it up?
Lita of Jupiter- Aah, hello, Mako-chan. While I agree Hufflepuff would have been a hilarious decision, I think Hufflepuff's are closer to Gryffindor thinking while Ravenclaws are closer to a Slytherin mindset.
jbfritz- I've read so many Slytherin Ginny stories, it has become cliche, even though she does make a good snake.
hermiongreen- Thanks for the story paragraph, but I unfortunately couldn't use it; sorry.
Sword-Wielder-Firebreath- See jbfritz.
Falafal- Poor Blaise, yes. She doesn't look so good, does she? I loved your idea of Harry's influence and will be placing that in when Ginny's placement is explained if you don't mind. Please tell me yes or no.
Bosson12787- You just found out the house!
eriee- I'm evil for ending the chapter that way? Sorry, but I couldn't resist. *grins maniacally*
chozen1- like above, *grins maniacally*. Thanks for the nice compliment.
lady leah- No Gryff, no Slyth, sorry. I have a good reason for placing her in Ravenclaw.
Rogue1615- No Slytherin Ginny, sorry. Oooh, nice guess when you say Blaise is a necromancer. Where'd you come up with that idea? Because she's wraith-like or something? It will be a bigger shock than that!
stayblue- Thanks.
FireFaerie23- I asked if they were a GreenDay fan because almost no one at my school likes them. It's sad really. The way I got hooked on them was when I read "Blackened Sunrise" by The Itch, whose story theme was Minority. Great story by the way. All of you should read it and be scared because I act exactly as Harry does the entire story to the point where I felt the girl had been stalking me and copying down my personality. Very good!
King of the Nazgûl- No Slyth Ginny, sorry. Thanks for the nice compliment.
Sea-Turtles- Ginny won't get a thrashing from her siblings, I don't believe. Wait for a letter from her mom; it will be frickin' hilarious the reaction from Ron!
Cmon- Gryff Ginny, no can do.. While it would be a good move politically for Harry, he already has the well-respected Hermione in Gryffindor house.
Shorty- Thanks for the ideas, though you know I'm still going to question you day after day.
Nicoletta- I can definitely see Dumbledore as a Dark wizard if he didn't already have so much power in the Light community. Harry really did sound like Tom when he talked about taking care of his supporters, didn't he?
insanechildfanfic- Thanks for saying that! Makes me feel all good!
Mark Evans- Why, I am honoured. Thank you!
ER- Sorry, no can do.
knot2be- We will be hearing a lot about Harry throughout his school years, though a lot will come out about his past in third year, which I think everyone is going to kill me over making them wait that long.
greenday9829- No Gin's not in the snake house. Oh, yes, Lockhart is fun and will likely have many "accidents".
girlknight- I knew what the jokes were like; I just don't really care too much about things like that. Hehe, well, considering Las Vegas is in the middle of the desert, it is very rare that we get snow here. However, the states closer to you guys get your kind of weather. My family has a cabin in some mountains near Duck Creek Village in Utah, so we can go visit snow in the winter.
HecateDeMort- I like your short and to the point style. Bwahahahahaha!
(January 10-11, 2004)