Disclaimer: After all this is over, you'll be happy I don't own Harry Potter and Co. Cause if I did, books 6 and 7 would never come out, the way this is looking.

Last time, on Swim: "So, who's up for helping me get the rest of the stuff out of the truck?" Everyone glared at her, at once. "Okay, never mind! I'll just get the rest of the stuff by myself! By the way, my name is the JulyFlame." JF started running very quickly.

The author had finally gotten everything out of the truck, with the Harry Potter characters watching her, intently. Well, asides from Harry and Ron. They was busy watching Voldemort and Malfoy to make sure they wouldn't try something against them.

"What were those conditions you let slip about earlier?" Hermione asked, as JF leaned against a barbecue grill, sweating profusely.

"We will be here until eleven PM. at this swimming pool. With four people whose greatest wish are to kill each other," JF said, looking at Harry, Ron, Voldemort, and Malfoy. Both Gyffindors and Slytherins were looking at their opposites with great hatred. "Hey, that's interesting!"

"What?"

"I could swear that Voldemort and Harry were actually sticking their tongues out at each other!"

"Now really, Harry is much too mature.." Hermione looked at the two mentioned."...to do that. Now honestly! Harry, you're nearly sixteen! And you..." Hermione trailed off, unsure of how to berate a Dark Lord.

"Did I mention that the no killing part only restricts spells and weapons?" JF said. "If they want to strangle each other to death, that's no problem."

"You've got to be kidding me," Harry muttered, as Voldemort instantly lunged at him.

"I don't think you should have mentioned that!" Ginny said, as she tried to pry Ron off of Malfoy, who was quickly turning blue, without much success. Harry was having better luck, as he had managed to grab Voldemort's neck and both dark haired young men were turning over and over each other, rolling towards the deep end of the pool...

"SPLASH!"

JF involuntarily shuddered as the two hit the water. "Ugh, bet that's cold!"

Voldemort immediately came up, preferring to come up rather than drown at the bottom of a pool. But Harry was having a very hard time of it, sputtering as he kept bobbing under, deeper each time.

"Don't tell me he doesn't know how to swim!" Voldemort said, exasperated, as he watched from the side of the pool.

JF paled a bit. "He doesn't!"

Hermione looked at her disbelievingly. "And you make us all appear by a pool?" Hermione ran to the pool and dived in, splashing Voldemort thoroughly and supported Harry until he got to the ladder.

Harry coughed up some water. "Thanks, Hermione."

Hermione glared at both Voldemort and JF, making the latter wince and the former glare back. "You're welcome Harry."

"So, who's up for swimming?" the author said, brightly. Everyone glared at her once more. She frowned slightly. "If that's the way you want it..." She pointed her author's pencil out at them and....

"SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH!"

"...You just got it!"

"Quit that, now!" Voldemort yelled. All four splashes had been annoyingly close to him, meaning he kept getting chlorinated water in his eyes.

"Or what, you'll Avada us?" Harry mocked, as he held onto the poolside ladder. Despite having came close to drowning seconds before, he had recovered quickly.

"Shut up, Potter." Malfoy said, once he bobbed up. "I don't want get to killed by the Dark Lord."

"Oh, you don't? I thought your family were his greatest supporters?" Harry retorted.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes." This is what my best choice for recruitment is?"

"Oh, there is Crabbe and Goyle, too." Harry sneered. "You can't have your show of brains lacking."

"Harry, quit it!" Ginny said, as she swam over.

"Gin, what are you doing? Are you taking their side?!?" Ron said, panicking, his hair dripping water.

"No, it's just that I don't want to get caught up in these stupid fights again! Whenever I'm in one of these bloody pieces of trash I'm the one who seems to get bloody well screwed over!"

Hermione looked at them. "She does have a point. And if it's not her, it is me."

"So I want all of you idiot boys to shut up and not kill each other for once!" Ginny yelled at them, doing a fair impression of her mother while she was at it.

"You tell them Ginny- HEY!" Ron said,as he realized that she had insulted him too.

Hermione laughed, along with everyone but Malfoy. "Where'd Malfoy get to?" Harry wondered. He soon got his answer.

"WHAT THE HELL?!?" Voldemort yelped, as an artic cold jet of water hit him in the small of his back.

"Oh shit." Malfoy quietly remarked. He was out of the pool and holding a very large Muggle Water Gun, a SuperSoaker to be exact. The SuperSoaker was dripping water at the nozzle part. "I'm going to die aren't I?" He said.

"Malfoy, on your grave would you like red or black roses?" Ginny asked.

Malfoy thought a moment. "The black." He then screamed for dear life and ran as far as he could get.

Voldemort laughed that cruel, high pitched laugh of his, making everyone around to hear it shudder slightly.

"Aren't you going to go after him?" Ron asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Why? The brat screams like a girl. I'm planning on getting him when he least expects it."

The author came within sight of the pool before anyone could remark upon what Voldemort said, holding two enormous bags of Super Soakers in her hands, her pencil hidden from sight. "Hey, do any of you know where Malfoy went?" JF said, cheerfully. "He took off before I could tell him we were going to play a game with these babies! "

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Voldemort: I really can not believe you gave him one of those things before anyone else. Where did he fill that damn thing up, anyways?

JF:I was lacking in sanity at the moment, and I think he filled it up with my water bottle of melted ice. It's disappeared.

Ron: You mean you ARE sane?

Ginny: I wonder where that puts her?

Malfoy: Somewhere between Dumbledore and Lovegood, I think.

Harry: That puts her between slightly off her rocker and off the rocker.

Ron: You're wrong, Malfoy. It's somewhere between that crazy bat Trelawney and Luna, with a bit of Hagrid's nut factor thrown in. The girl's psychotic.

JF:hums to herself

Voldemort: You're not bothered by this at all, are you?

JF:No, not at all. If you think I'm bad, you all should meet my friends and my sisters.

Harry:shudders Don't think I'd want to.

Voldemort: Unless it's to show off a certain Killing Curse, I think not.