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Hey.
Katie (purplebean14): Why haven't u been reviewin' for my Wizard's Bachelor and this story?
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His friends. That was a happy thought.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
...
Harry woke up in the hospital wing. What happened, Harry thought. All he could remember was someone yelling 'Expecto Patronum' and that was it. His head hurt, and his mind seemed unusually blank. He put on his glasses and looked around the hospital wing.
To the left of him was Nick. To the right of him was Morgan. Harry looked at all the beds, and found that all of his teammates were lying in them.
"Nick, Nick? Are you awake?" asked Harry hoarsely. Nick didn't move.
"Potter! What are you doing awake?" asked Madam Stevenson.
"He's awake?" asked two voices from outside the room.
"Yes, bu-"
Ron and Hermione rushed into the room and ran to Harry's bed.
"Are you okay, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, mate. You fell from like 60 feet!" said Ron.
"I did?"
"Don't you remember anything?" asked Hermione.
"Well... no," said Harry. He didn't remember anything.
"Well, you know the dementors came," started Hermione. "And, they started to attack all the teachers so that the teachers couldn't help us. Then came the Death Eaters..."
"There were death eaters!?!" asked Harry, anxiously.
"Yeah... shut up, so I can tell you the story," said Ron hurriedly. "Well, the death eaters came, and they were looking for you, I suppose."
"And then..."
"SHUT UP, HERMIONE!" said Ron angrily. "And then, Dumbledore came, and the rest of the order members."
"Where are they now?"
"Gone. Once Dumbledore came, then the Death Eaters and the dementors left just like that."
"Did they take anyone?"
"No, I don't think so."
"But how did I fall?" asked Harry curiously.
"You and the team members were surrounded by dementors... and well, you just fell, since you didn't know where you were going," said Hermione.
"Is anyone... dead?"
"No, but all the team members are hurt. You're going to have a bad back, mate," said Ron.
"What about the other team?"
"They left this morning."
"This morning... how...?"
"Blimey, Harry! You've been in here for 3 days."
"Whoa."
"Yeah, but Madam Stevenson won't let you free."
"Oh."
"And, Harry... you know that we're now in Christmas break right?" asked Ron.
"We are? Finally."
"Yeah, well, we'll leave you to it," said Ron and Hermione and they left, leaving Harry full of thoughts.
Harry stayed in the hospital wing for the rest of the day. Nick and the rest of the team woke up as well that day, and they all had a lot to ask Harry.
When everyone finally went to sleep, Harry couldn't sleep. Why hadn't the Death Eaters taken him? It wasn't that hard to grab him silently.
Madam Stevenson walked in with Mr. Davidson talking avidly.
"Well, at least no harm was done to anyone," said Madam Stevenson. "I mean, we were very lucky. It was all over the Daily Prophet."
"Actually there has been great harm done," said Mr. Davidson silently.
"What are you talking about?"
"A girl was taken."
Harry froze.
"WHO?" asked Madam Stevenson.
"Lisa McMillan (a.k.a. the Stalker)."
Harry couldn't believe it. Why did they want to take Lisa? What was the point of that? There was no point. It was dumb... but why?
Harry could feel an icy coldness in his body, as he thought of what Voldemort might do to Lisa.
...
The next morning, Harry got to leave the hospital wing with the rest of his teammates. By that time, it had spread around the camp that Lisa had been taken. Though, the students still remained normal, which was very strange.
Harry went down to the lake with Ron and Nick. They stayed silent on the cold day. Hermione walked up.
"I'm leaving," said Ron, as he got up.
"No, you're not, Ron," said Hermione, pushing him back down on his bottom. I've come to talk to Harry."
"Well, then what do you need me for?" asked Ron angrily.
"You need to LISTEN!" said Hermione, and then she plopped right down in between Harry and Ron.
"Harry?"
"What?"
"In your dreams," started Hermione, "you say there is Voldemort and Wormtail in them right?"
"Well, yeah, but Wormtail is always tied up or something."
"Okay, and then you say there is a man and a girl in them as well."
"Yeah, why?"
"We need to figure out who the man and the girl are," concluded Hermione.
"How the heck are we supposed to do that?" asked Harry, Ron, and Nick.
"Tell me what they look like."
"Well... I recognize the man... but I can't place him, and the same for the girl."
"All right, but what does the man look like?"
"Well... he has cold eyes, but I can never see his face."
"Well, thanks, Harry," said Ron sarcastically. "That narrows it down quite a bit!"
"Shut up, Ron," said Hermione angrily.
"You shut up!"
Hermione gave an annoyed look at Ron, and rolled her eyes.
"What's the girl look like?" asked Nick.
"Well... she's really short... and... I think she has brown eyes," said Harry.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think she might go to Camp with us?" asked Hermione thinking.
"I guess she could... I mean, I would think she would be around our age," muttered Harry, trying to think who it would be.
"All right... so you're saying the girl has brown eyes, she's really short, and she's around our year?" asked Hermione, while she wrote this down.
"Um... I think so... yeah."
"Okay, see ya." Hermione left.
"Well, let's go," said Nick and he, Harry, and Ron left for lunch in the Great Tent.
When they got there, it wasn't very crowded. However, the quidditch team missed the train going home, so they all had to stay behind. Hermione was talking to Chad about Lord knows what. Meanwhile, Harry chose a seat beside Morgan. He was going to ask her out today. Or at least he would try.
"Hi, Morgan," said Harry, as he put his tray full of food down beside her.
"Hey, Harry."
"What's up with all of this?" asked Harry, gesturing to a bunch of paper and pencils around Morgan.
"Oh...well, I'm bored, so I'm just drawing and stuff."
"Oh, what you drawing?"
"Flying monkey," said Morgan holding up her picture. "It looks more like a tennis racket though."
"I guess so," said Harry tilting his head as he looked at the picture. "Um... Morgan?"
"Yeah?"
"Areyoudoinganythingtonight?" asked Harry, way too quickly for comprehension.
"Hunh?"
Harry gulped. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
"No, unless you call drawing a flying monkey doing something," said Morgan.
"Um... so do you want to... um... go sledding with me tonight?" asked Harry, feeling embarrassed.
"Sure, why not," smiled Morgan.
"Great," said Harry feeling relieved. "I guess we'll go right after dinner."
"Okay, thanks."
Harry walked off feeling a surge of happiness. He had asked out Morgan, he had asked out Morgan, he had asked out Morgan...
"Um... Harry, you can quit singing," snickered Nick.
"What?" asked Harry.
"You were going 'I've asked out Morgan...'"
"I said that out loud?!?"
"Yeah, so where you taking Morgan?" asked Nick.
"Um... sledding."
"Cool. Man, I wish I had a date," said Nick dully.
"Ask out Kaitlyn."
"Kaitlyn who?"
"Kaitlyn Black. Remember, chaser on our quidditch team?"
"Oh, yeah. I'll go ask her... um where would I take her though?"
"You can go with me and Morgan... sledding."
"Okay... wish me luck."
"Good luck."
Nick walked up to Kaitlyn, a pretty girl with light brown hair and a reddish tint to it. Harry heard him mutter a few things to Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn nodded, and Nick walked back to Harry.
"I've got a date, I've got a date!" sung Nick.
Ron walked up to Harry and Nick dancing around singing 'We've both got dates.'
"Um... are you both okay?" asked Ron curiously.
"Never been better!" said Harry and Nick.
"You both have dates?"
"Yep," said Nick happily.
"Everyone has a date practically, except me!" said Ron furiously.
"Ask out Hermione," said Harry.
"She's going with Chad," said Ron.
Harry and Nick groaned. "Just go for it, Ron!" said Nick angrily, and he and Harry left, Ron thinking.
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There, I'll wait 'til the next chapter for the double date, and Christmas!
Hey.
Katie (purplebean14): Why haven't u been reviewin' for my Wizard's Bachelor and this story?
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His friends. That was a happy thought.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
...
Harry woke up in the hospital wing. What happened, Harry thought. All he could remember was someone yelling 'Expecto Patronum' and that was it. His head hurt, and his mind seemed unusually blank. He put on his glasses and looked around the hospital wing.
To the left of him was Nick. To the right of him was Morgan. Harry looked at all the beds, and found that all of his teammates were lying in them.
"Nick, Nick? Are you awake?" asked Harry hoarsely. Nick didn't move.
"Potter! What are you doing awake?" asked Madam Stevenson.
"He's awake?" asked two voices from outside the room.
"Yes, bu-"
Ron and Hermione rushed into the room and ran to Harry's bed.
"Are you okay, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, mate. You fell from like 60 feet!" said Ron.
"I did?"
"Don't you remember anything?" asked Hermione.
"Well... no," said Harry. He didn't remember anything.
"Well, you know the dementors came," started Hermione. "And, they started to attack all the teachers so that the teachers couldn't help us. Then came the Death Eaters..."
"There were death eaters!?!" asked Harry, anxiously.
"Yeah... shut up, so I can tell you the story," said Ron hurriedly. "Well, the death eaters came, and they were looking for you, I suppose."
"And then..."
"SHUT UP, HERMIONE!" said Ron angrily. "And then, Dumbledore came, and the rest of the order members."
"Where are they now?"
"Gone. Once Dumbledore came, then the Death Eaters and the dementors left just like that."
"Did they take anyone?"
"No, I don't think so."
"But how did I fall?" asked Harry curiously.
"You and the team members were surrounded by dementors... and well, you just fell, since you didn't know where you were going," said Hermione.
"Is anyone... dead?"
"No, but all the team members are hurt. You're going to have a bad back, mate," said Ron.
"What about the other team?"
"They left this morning."
"This morning... how...?"
"Blimey, Harry! You've been in here for 3 days."
"Whoa."
"Yeah, but Madam Stevenson won't let you free."
"Oh."
"And, Harry... you know that we're now in Christmas break right?" asked Ron.
"We are? Finally."
"Yeah, well, we'll leave you to it," said Ron and Hermione and they left, leaving Harry full of thoughts.
Harry stayed in the hospital wing for the rest of the day. Nick and the rest of the team woke up as well that day, and they all had a lot to ask Harry.
When everyone finally went to sleep, Harry couldn't sleep. Why hadn't the Death Eaters taken him? It wasn't that hard to grab him silently.
Madam Stevenson walked in with Mr. Davidson talking avidly.
"Well, at least no harm was done to anyone," said Madam Stevenson. "I mean, we were very lucky. It was all over the Daily Prophet."
"Actually there has been great harm done," said Mr. Davidson silently.
"What are you talking about?"
"A girl was taken."
Harry froze.
"WHO?" asked Madam Stevenson.
"Lisa McMillan (a.k.a. the Stalker)."
Harry couldn't believe it. Why did they want to take Lisa? What was the point of that? There was no point. It was dumb... but why?
Harry could feel an icy coldness in his body, as he thought of what Voldemort might do to Lisa.
...
The next morning, Harry got to leave the hospital wing with the rest of his teammates. By that time, it had spread around the camp that Lisa had been taken. Though, the students still remained normal, which was very strange.
Harry went down to the lake with Ron and Nick. They stayed silent on the cold day. Hermione walked up.
"I'm leaving," said Ron, as he got up.
"No, you're not, Ron," said Hermione, pushing him back down on his bottom. I've come to talk to Harry."
"Well, then what do you need me for?" asked Ron angrily.
"You need to LISTEN!" said Hermione, and then she plopped right down in between Harry and Ron.
"Harry?"
"What?"
"In your dreams," started Hermione, "you say there is Voldemort and Wormtail in them right?"
"Well, yeah, but Wormtail is always tied up or something."
"Okay, and then you say there is a man and a girl in them as well."
"Yeah, why?"
"We need to figure out who the man and the girl are," concluded Hermione.
"How the heck are we supposed to do that?" asked Harry, Ron, and Nick.
"Tell me what they look like."
"Well... I recognize the man... but I can't place him, and the same for the girl."
"All right, but what does the man look like?"
"Well... he has cold eyes, but I can never see his face."
"Well, thanks, Harry," said Ron sarcastically. "That narrows it down quite a bit!"
"Shut up, Ron," said Hermione angrily.
"You shut up!"
Hermione gave an annoyed look at Ron, and rolled her eyes.
"What's the girl look like?" asked Nick.
"Well... she's really short... and... I think she has brown eyes," said Harry.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think she might go to Camp with us?" asked Hermione thinking.
"I guess she could... I mean, I would think she would be around our age," muttered Harry, trying to think who it would be.
"All right... so you're saying the girl has brown eyes, she's really short, and she's around our year?" asked Hermione, while she wrote this down.
"Um... I think so... yeah."
"Okay, see ya." Hermione left.
"Well, let's go," said Nick and he, Harry, and Ron left for lunch in the Great Tent.
When they got there, it wasn't very crowded. However, the quidditch team missed the train going home, so they all had to stay behind. Hermione was talking to Chad about Lord knows what. Meanwhile, Harry chose a seat beside Morgan. He was going to ask her out today. Or at least he would try.
"Hi, Morgan," said Harry, as he put his tray full of food down beside her.
"Hey, Harry."
"What's up with all of this?" asked Harry, gesturing to a bunch of paper and pencils around Morgan.
"Oh...well, I'm bored, so I'm just drawing and stuff."
"Oh, what you drawing?"
"Flying monkey," said Morgan holding up her picture. "It looks more like a tennis racket though."
"I guess so," said Harry tilting his head as he looked at the picture. "Um... Morgan?"
"Yeah?"
"Areyoudoinganythingtonight?" asked Harry, way too quickly for comprehension.
"Hunh?"
Harry gulped. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
"No, unless you call drawing a flying monkey doing something," said Morgan.
"Um... so do you want to... um... go sledding with me tonight?" asked Harry, feeling embarrassed.
"Sure, why not," smiled Morgan.
"Great," said Harry feeling relieved. "I guess we'll go right after dinner."
"Okay, thanks."
Harry walked off feeling a surge of happiness. He had asked out Morgan, he had asked out Morgan, he had asked out Morgan...
"Um... Harry, you can quit singing," snickered Nick.
"What?" asked Harry.
"You were going 'I've asked out Morgan...'"
"I said that out loud?!?"
"Yeah, so where you taking Morgan?" asked Nick.
"Um... sledding."
"Cool. Man, I wish I had a date," said Nick dully.
"Ask out Kaitlyn."
"Kaitlyn who?"
"Kaitlyn Black. Remember, chaser on our quidditch team?"
"Oh, yeah. I'll go ask her... um where would I take her though?"
"You can go with me and Morgan... sledding."
"Okay... wish me luck."
"Good luck."
Nick walked up to Kaitlyn, a pretty girl with light brown hair and a reddish tint to it. Harry heard him mutter a few things to Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn nodded, and Nick walked back to Harry.
"I've got a date, I've got a date!" sung Nick.
Ron walked up to Harry and Nick dancing around singing 'We've both got dates.'
"Um... are you both okay?" asked Ron curiously.
"Never been better!" said Harry and Nick.
"You both have dates?"
"Yep," said Nick happily.
"Everyone has a date practically, except me!" said Ron furiously.
"Ask out Hermione," said Harry.
"She's going with Chad," said Ron.
Harry and Nick groaned. "Just go for it, Ron!" said Nick angrily, and he and Harry left, Ron thinking.
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There, I'll wait 'til the next chapter for the double date, and Christmas!