Disclaimer: Please see chapter 7.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to hots4harry73 because they were the only one here to review my songfic. (Thank-you so much by the way!) Sorry to the rest. Who knows, maybe there's still time? Don't know if anyone cares but whatever. And so yeah, on with the chapter.

"This has been my best birthday yet!"

After Harry's small party the group all went to their rooms. Upon Ginny's arrival Dumbledore opened up Gryffindor Tower for everyone's (except Lirus') use. The group groggily climbed the stairs to their dorms and bid each other a good night.

"Night Gin, Hermione," chorused Ron and Harry.
"Night," Ginny and Hermione replied.

Hermione and Ginny closed the door behind themselves as they entered their dorm. They changed into pyjamas, sat on their beds (even though Ginny's a year younger for the summer she was allowed to stay in the same room as Hermione) and prepared to discuss the day with each other.

"So," began Hermione, "do you like him?"
"Who?" asked Ginny playing dumb.
Hermione exaggeratedly rolled her eyes, "Harry of course."
"What? No!" replied Ginny in fake outrage.
"Are you prepared to say that under Veritaserum? (A/N: Sorry if I messed up on the spelling of that.)" Hermione asked slyly while pulling out a vile of the truth potion.
Ginny gasped. "Where'd you get it?" she exclaimed an edge of horror to her voice.
"Knockturn Alley."
"When did..."
"When I left to go use the restroom," Hermione answered.
"Why?" Ginny asked perplexed. This wasn't like Hermione.
"Well since Sirius –er- I mean Lirus surprised me I want to question all new people I befriend and get truthful answers. I remembered Professor Snape saying this was the strongest truth potion out there," Hermione explained.

"Oh," Ginny said while thinking, 'Now that sounds more like Hermione.' "But...you wouldn't use that on me, would you?"
"Oh, I think I would," Hermione drawled.
"Fine! I like him!" Ginny shouted a bit too loudly. Her face rapidly changed red as she dove under the covers of her bed. A muffled "Goodnight," came from the beds direction.
Hermione laughed softly to herself. 'Thought so,' she thought before letting herself drift into a restful sleep.

Harry and Ron shut the door of their dorm and got ready for the night. Then, as the girls did, they sat on their beds and talked for a bit. Though unlike the girls they were slightly less tactful.

"So, Harry, you like Ginny?" Ron asked.
"Huh? Oh, I don't know. A little I guess," Harry shrugged.
"Hmm, ok," Ron replied.
"What about you? You like anyone?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Lavendar's ok I guess," he replied.
"That so. Did you know that I'm in the book Gin gave me?" Harry asked switching their topic to Quiditch.
"No! Really? Let's see then," Ron replied as Harry dug the book out of his bag.
Harry took out the book and showed Ron his spot of number ninety- five.

#95 Harry James Potter; Gryffindor Seeker

Harry Potter holds spot ninety-five for when he broke his arm in his second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before you judge this case listen to its entirety. Mr. Potter was chased by a tampered bludger for the entire game when it finally outwitted the now 6th year seeker. It smashed into his elbow and broke the bone. This is something resident Healer Poppy Pomfrey could have fixed in seconds. But Harry's DADA teacher, (at the time) Gilderoy Lockhart, thought he knew best. He attempted to heal the young seeker with an Emoveo Ossis spell. This is a spell most wizards know as the bone removal curse. Anyways, it removed the bone rendering Mr. Potter's arm to resort to a rubber-like state. Madame Pomfrey had to use skello-grow on poor Mr. Potter in order to save his arm.

"Wicked," breathed Ron. At about this time the pair heard Ginny yell out, "Fine! I like him!" This caused Ron to smirk, "Hmm, maybe she likes you too." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Night Ron, I'm tired," Harry said and Ron agreed.
"I know something you think I don't," a person using parseltounge whispered. Harry looked around but all he could see was black nothingness.

"Hello?" he called. The voice repeated itself, "I know something you think I don't."
Harry woke up in a cold sweat clutching his scar. He looked over at Ron frantically and was relieved to see he had not awoken his friend. Harry lay back down and attempted, with little avail, to get back to sleep.
The sunlight streamed through the window's in the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher's quarters. Lirus' eyes flickered open. He smiled. Today was the day he planned to set up the prank for good old Snivellus. Lirus threw off the covers and hurriedly got ready.

Once he was done he darted to Gryffindor Tower. There he gave the password, Sevil Selffuns, and ran into the common room. It was empty. He rolled his eyes and took out his wand. "Gemo," he mumbled and a loud wailing sound filled the common room. The group of Gryffindors all raced out of their rooms with their wands ready. Lirus chuckled, "You should all go get ready. We're off to breakfast then to prank Snivellus!"

The group stopped. What mattered more? The fact that they'd been rudely awoken or that they were rudely awoken to go prank Snape? Apparently pranking Snape was good enough reason to be woken up like that so they all turned tail and went to get ready. Lirus sat down in front of the fire waiting for their return. When they did come back they went down to breakfast.

"Now off to your dearly hated Professor's chambers!" announced Lirus as he dragged them out of the Great Hall. They trudged into the dungeon and found Severus Snape's room unlocked. The group of teens opened their mouths to protest this but were cut off by Lirus, "They aren't charmed with a password until someone is living in the room or using it or something," he explained.

This satisfied the half-asleep group and Lirus began to explain what they were going to as they walked in. "So, we're going to change the colouring to red and gold and make the room say 'I love Gryffindors!' every 30 seconds. Ok?" they all nodded and Lirus set about completing the task.

"Anybody else find it odd this place isn't just stone and a bed of nails?" Harry asked as Lirus was casting charms. The room had soft black carpeting. The drapery and bedding was green and the fixtures, desks, and shelves, were all silver. It was actually quite nice. Everyone nodded. "K, 'long as it's not just me."

"I LOVE GRYFFINDORS!" the walls screamed. Everyone jumped and was no longer half-asleep. Lirus went and put a type of silencing charm on Severus' room to keep the noise from coming out into the hall. It also conveniently kept anyone but Snape from hearing the walls yell.

"Well, we're done. What do you say to a game of Exploding Snap back in the common room?" Lirus asked after a few more moments. "Yeah, sure," was the basis of all answers. They then all headed back out of the dungeons and to the common room for a few hundred rounds of Exploding Snap, which would soon be varied to Exploding Snape (much to Hermione's disapproval).
The weeks flew by and soon it was August 15th. Our favourite group of friends greeted the professors in the Great Hall and ate a small welcoming feast with them. Professor Mcgonagall was told about Sirius, it resulted in her fainting, and Snape found his lovely surprise. He was able to turn back the colours but the roaring walls remained. This was probably because he needed two people to cast the reversal spell and no one but him could hear the noise.

Obviously this thoroughly angered him. "Can't you hear it!?" he was heard often yelling, "It won't stop and it's deathly loud! How can you not hear it!?" Lirus, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Harry had a most challenging job of holding a straight face when walking by him in the halls and seeing him at meals.

Also, in the halls Severus muttered, "It's almost like he's back. Just like something he'd do." Though, no one heard him and therefore no one knew of his suspicions.

The rest of Harry's summer was uneventful. He finished his homework, played endless chess games, and did a bit of reading in the library. His dreams of the parseltounged-voice didn't stop though. They happened every now and then causing Harry to miss full nights of sleep at times. No one noticed though and to Harry this was a good thing. He had decided not to worry anyone with the 'stupid dreams' because they already had enough to worry about.
The night before term started, Harry lay awake. He knew he had to sleep but was afraid the dream may return. Eventually he wafted off into a hopefully dreamless sleep.

A/N: Whoop! 1500 words! Don't ask about the Ron/Lavendar pairing. It's just there so Ron isn't all alone. Hope you all liked this chapter; I'm trying to expand on details and stuff more. Constructive criticism is very welcome. Thank you: UR PA (Don't worry about other reviewers. Imperio did have a point even if it wasn't –er- very constructive at times), hots4harry73 (-hits head on table- The books do say that. Oops. Maybe when I find time I'll go through and make some changes in the story. Also, thanks for reviewing Ready, Willing, and Able! ;)), hikki116 (Errrrr, thanks? Lol), Imperio (I am trying to expand more, thank you for the suggestion. I have to disagree about the choppiness. I think it flows well enough but that's just me. I have tried to follow your suggestions and would be interested to hear more from you. I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. I try my best and usually get them beta-checked first, though sometimes to get the chapter out fast enough I just have to post.), and last but not least, volleypickle16 (Thank-you!)