I See Talking Snakes

Chapter 5: The Plot

Fred and George stood rooted to where they came out, absolutely outraged as Harry ran his hands through Ginny's hair, kissing her. In unison the twins turned a ghastly shade of crimson.

"GINNY WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WAIT UNTIL MOTHER HEARS!!!" They both barked. Harry stopped and turned his head but Ginny forced his lips back onto hers. Two more people popped through the portrait hole. Fred and George didn't turn around to see who came; they just stuck their tongues out in disgust, their rage forgotten in seeing their sister act this way.

Hermione gasped, as Ron ran over to Ginny and ripped her off of Harry. Ron attempted to glare at Harry, but he still just looked petrified. Fred and George ran up to their dorm swearing a letter to 'mother' was going to be written.

"How could you Harry?" Ron said his voice breaking into sobs. He attempted to pull Ginny up the stairs, but boys couldn't go up the girl's staircase, so he had to make Hermione take her. Ginny tried to explain Ron through hand signals---but he didn't care to figure them out. Ron looked Harry the whole time (petrified as usual), which made Harry wince.

When sure Ginny was in her dorm, Ron stomped over to the couch. He signaled for Hermione and Harry to sit on either side of him.

Harry almost frantically grabbed the parchment he and Ginny wrote to one another on. First Ron read it, then Hermione. Ron's face was crimson---which clashed with his face and even more with his expression.

"It—still—doesn't---explain—why—you—kissed—my—sister!" Ron whined. Harry looked down into his hands. He wanted to smile, for that kiss meant something. Harry---liked Ginny, a lot. He always felt a little tingling in his stomach around her lately---but he didn't think too much of it.

"I---I---see---" Harry stopped himself, and then wrote on the parchment. ::I really like your sister Ron. Not because of her new appearance---no---I like HER. She was too shy to admit it until now—which I must say is bad timing:: Harry didn't even wait for Ron to reply. He slowly got up then walked to his dorm and lain in his bed with his arms tucked under his head, smiling.

"Now students I truly regret to tell you that the corrections will take a bit longer than expected, whoever's magic did this must be very strong, and we expect they may try to strike again. I want to inform you all to be on alert at all times, and hopefully we will be able to go to class next week." Dumbledore said with a long sigh. He had never expected anything of this sort to happen, what would this magic achieve? The delay of teaching? Dumbledore looked over at Harry Potter, who was sitting with Ginny Weasley (who was wrapped in his cloak) eating—Ron and Hermione weren't sitting near Harry.

Harry was holding Ginny's hand and smiling---although he was a bit hurt by Ron's attitude. Ron of all people shouldn't be mad! He looked over at Ron, Ron had attempted to glare at Harry, but he looked like he was staring at Voldemort.

Harry looked away seeing Draco's new flame, Skye. She was in Draco's lap still making out with him. Mrs. Norris passed walking limply as Sir Hump-a-lot looked a little too joyous. Severus had ignored Hermione and was with Evil Fire Witch. They walked around school hand in hand as he listened to her every command.

Harry found himself spending all his time writing letters to Sirius or with Ginny. Sirius had escaped from the Prison of Azkaban, falsely accused of killing Ron's old rat (who was a wizard—an animagus). Sirius said Ron was seriously overreacting---then excused his own pun.

After finishing breakfast Harry and Ginny went up to the Gryffindor common room, sat in their usual spot, then started writing back and forth---the only real way the could communicate.

MEANWHILE

Miles upon miles away a man with long blonde hair sat in his home staring at a diary burning in his fireplace. The man had a malicious smile as he stared at the diary turning into ash before his eyes. The diary screamed in agony and green smoke burst from it forming the letters T-O-M R-I-D-D-L- E. The man laughed maniacally as he caressed and twirled his hair.

"Well now," he hissed, "Harry Potter won't need this diary for his destruction, the Basilisk I've already killed by accident, stupid rooster-- master was so upset--but now I have thought of the most evil plan yet! Now Hogwarts will cease to exist when I get Albus removed--oh yes we'll see how HAPPY that school is now," the man slipped from his chair kicking his house elf out of the way. He went to a hidden door, and climbed down to his hidden dungeons. He walked to the farthest room and looked down at a hideous being. "Master," the man said, "master my plan is working, thank you master for your help. I couldn't have used my magic alone for this task."

The creature hissed back, "Well now, when we get rid of Dumbledore, we can finally go after that Harry Potter, and use him to bring me back! Yes it will work divinely! Now, if you wouldn't mind, can you pick me up something to eat? Perhaps a hamburger, I've been craving McDonald's."

"McDonald's, Sir? But you haven't the strength to chew properly." The man stated.

"SO!?!? McDonalds!!! Bring me a happy meal! I haven't been able to collect the toys ever since that damn boy made me lose my power. I almost had all the beanie babies!" The creature spat.

"Yes Sir." The man replied defiantly, and he left his house to travel to the nearest Muggle-infested McDonald's restaurant. When he arrived he saw a large black dog frantically trying to get on a bus. He thought this strange but shrugged it off. He walked into the restaurant where he was greeted by some mock clown with a stupid grin and big feet. The man swore before he left he'd curse this moron.