(A/N: My deepest apologies. You see I've actually had this, a pile of other scenes, and the entire ending sequence already writen since the second chapter went up. I just can't get the sequencing right. You know like what has to happen first second and third. Sometimes I think I've posted something and I haven't because I can't without posting something else that... oh it's just a mess! Anyway I'm just gonna take a chance posting this so I can move on. I hope I won't ruin the sequence of events.

Oh and BTW, CaptinCrash, The Omakeer, and Seraphina Pyra, it's coming just not quite yet. Chapter 7 or 8 'kay!)

After class Harry stuck around to have a little chat with 'Miss Cleo'.

"I suppose you think that was really quite clever, Nymphadora." He said. Tonks winced.

"Don't call me that." She fumed "Your godfather used to call me that all the time, just to tease me." A sly smile came to her lips. "That is until I found out that his birth name wasn't 'Sirius Black'. He changed it."

Harry's face scrunched in confusion. "Well if it's not 'Sirius Black' then...?"

"Mellow Yellow."

He was clearly shocked. "They called him Mellow Yellow?!"

"Quite rightly."

Harry still couldn't tear his eyes off of that blasted riveting shoe. "It was the shoe what gave me away wasn't it? I almost failed stealth and concealment because of that bloody wonderful bit of fascinating footwear." They both stared at it for while before Harry remembered about Lupin.

"Oh." He said. "I meant to ask you, Is it possible for someone to become a wolf without the moon?"

"Depends. Are we talking Run-Of-The-Mill wolf or Athena Wiccan-wolf."

"Athena what?"

"Quite vicious. Unpredictable. I knew one that disemboweled a chap just for writing a lousy lemon."

"Good lord!"

"Ah. Just give 'em a chew toy, a rub behind the ear, make 'em laugh, and their yours for life. (A/N: Don't kill me! I like your reviews!)

While their team was running drills before the day's game, George and Fred were setting up a stand for Harry Potter paraphernalia.

ZOOM! Something shot past them.

"What was that?"

"I don't know." They went back to checking their stock.

"Seeker Sneakers."

"Check."

"Potter Pot."

"Got it." George said pulling out a cooking pot.

"Fifty pairs of dark round glasses."

Zoom! Zoom!

"There it is again."

Zoom. THWAP!

Draco Malfoy had come speeding into the wall behind them on his firebolt. When the dust cleared they could see he was wearing an odd looking helmet with a blinder over the eyes.

"Hooch!" Malfoy cried out to the coach. "I don't think this thing is working! Are you sure I can use the force to sense the snitch?"

"Course not. Just wanted to see you do that." She answered walking up to them. "What's this? Why are the Gryphindor beaters here when they should be running drills."

"What's the use? Harry's just gonna catch the snitch any way."

"Not if I can't find him. Either of you two seen him?"

"Didn't you send him a memo that he'd be training with Flitwick in the forest today?" Fred pointed them out over Hooch's shoulder.

Sure enough, there was Harry swinging on vines and running through the forest like an obstacle course. Professor Flitwick was riding piggy back.

"When conquered your fears you have, then ready to face Vader you will be."

"Flitwick!" Hooch yelled. "I thought I warned you about tricking my players into giving you rides across campus!"

"Weee! Let's swing again! Oops." He caught sight of Hooch glaring at them. "Um. That's enough for today. Let's just head back to the castle for now."

Hermione came out to watch them practice. She was wearing a red turtleneck with a short red skirt and matching knee high socks.

"Look, Harry." She said, "Red for Gryphindor."

"Really?" Said George. "Thought it was a costume for Scarlet Woman," He took up a super hero stance. "Avenger of botched reputations."

"Fighting for all that is sorted and scandalous." Fred added.

"Watch it, Doublemint." She said cracking her knuckles. "You don't need an Every Flavor Bean to know what a knuckle sandwich tastes like."

"Eep!" Squealed the blonde boy, who had been eavesdropping, before scurrying off.

"Hermione." George began his sales pitch. "If you really want to show your support for Harry try a pair of these." He pulled out a pair of glasses. "Proceeds benefit Dumbledor's Army." He unpacked a few tee shirts which read "I'm An Ace Wizard in Dumbledor's Army!" on the back. And "Proud Dumb-ace" was on the front.

"The Weasley Twins in charge of a charitable fundraiser." She said with a skealthy dose of hepticism. I mean a healthy dose of skepticism. "Well put a ventriloquist in charge of a kissing booth, why don't you."

I'll give you a moment to let that one sink in.

Get it yet?

Ventriloquist? Kissing booth?

Oh for crying out... They don't move their lips!

Professors Flitwick and McGonagall were heading down many secret passages to the ultra exclusive new teacher's lounge. "And there's a cappuccino maker and an on site masseuse." McGonagall was gushing.

"Splendid, Minerva! Splendid." They came up to the last passage. Instead of a portrait asking for a password there was a simple payphone. She picked up the receiver.

"Name?" A voice on the line requested.

"Bob Weadababyitsaboy."

"Wrong number." She hung up and the wall flew open.

"Security measures." She explained.

"My." Flitwick said, clearly impressed. "New security, new lounge. Just last year the we were taking budgeting tips from the Weasleys. Dumbledor almost sold Harry to You Know Who at a yard sale."

"Yes well." Minerva, and I can call her that cause I'm on a first name basis with all the characters, looked away in a very suspicious manner. "Hogwarts has recently made a deal with an new benefactor that should insure security and keep us properly funded."

They arrived at the lounge. The door was roped off and beside it, Hagrid sat on a stool. He was inspecting a line of teachers. "Awright. You. You and you." He unhooked the rope and let three of them in. "Ah. Professors Flitwick and McGonagall. It's awright. You're expected. Go right on a head."

Swish. The doors parted and Flitwick walked in without looking a head. "What sort of deal..." He began to ask but was cut off.

A team of storm troopers fell in behind him, with blasters at his back. Vader, who was sitting at the end of a table across the room, rose to his feet.

"Sorry, old friend." Mini said, placing a gentle hand on the shoulder of her colleague. "It was either you or the sauna."

Flitwick reached for his wand but Vader was faster.

"Accio wand." He said and it flew across the table into hand of Tall-Dark-And-Han... More-Dark. "So glad you could join us." He said. They glared at each for what seemed like an eternity. Neither one willing to release the other from a steely gaze.

BEEEEP!!!!!!!

"Excuse me." Said Sprout who was off to the side. "That's my burrito in the microwave. I'll just..." She hurried across the gap between the two. "'Scuse me. Sorry. Thank you."