Disclaimer: I'm not the owner of Harry Potter, but I am the owner of the Fay Dynasty. So if that story gets published before I get the chance to, I'll be like, "WTF??!!!"

A/n: wow...what is the matter with you people?? I can't believe that so many people like my incredibly insane story, but nobody's reading my serious ones! Shame!!

Thanks to (and sorry I didn't do this last chapter, oops):

MemoryLane: Don't worry, I'll get you. I promise.

Ginnybaby: can't wait for the Lupin fic! Let me know where I can find it! And I'll see if there's room for you, somewhere...

Atrus Valentein: you're a nut... oh well...

Jennie: YAY! Let's hear it for Evadne and Lil' Petie! I'm sooo glad you read it! And maybe I'll get you together with Sirius sometime...in the Marauder's era, naturally.

Ptrst: will do, and I looove purple jellybeans.

Monikka: don't mind if you keep popping up, do you? Hopefully not.

Charm12: I'm lazy too.... so if anyone sees a review from . Ha, that's me being really idle. Glad you keep reviewing. See, Lunar & Moony04? Somebody else agrees, he's mine! Yay! And look out, Lily! heehee

Zuvalupa: You're awfully loyal too...I'm probably gonna stick you in next. When I can think of what to do with you.

IloveMoony04: gasp, I knew somebody was going to do that, yell at me. But since you so strongly expressed an opinion (or fact, don't hex me!!), I give you plenty of points.

Lunar Blade: Watch out, IloveMoony04. Lunar Blade's in town. Catfight! Okay, maybe not.

Swordsrock: Swords really do rock. And so do you! Thanks!

SlytherinRulesDracoIsMyGu: see, here comes the chapter. I'm a loyal author, enslaved to ...and my reviewers. Bah!

Angela Caldwell: I don't know why you want this to keep going. It's the weirdest thing I've ever written. Oh, well.

Jasmine: don't you just hate them little suckers?

Banana Princess: Yeah, it's pretty out there, isn't it? Sorry...

Pencil And Pen: I'm not neglecting you...I'm getting there, sorry..

And that took up about the entire page! Phew! Hey, nobody guessed what house I'm in! teehee...maybe Monikka knows....

"And here's the show!" announced Draco, bearing his sock puppets. (a/n: what did you think the socks and sharpies were for? They're putting their channeling into action!)

"Oh, no," cried Luna in dismay. Her voice came out muffled from behind the little stage.

"What's wrong?" asked Lupin. He and Snape and a few other members of the Order were in the audience, which was very small. (a/n: I call him Lupin cos...well, cos I'm used to him being called by his surname in the books.)

"I've got three puppets but only two hands!" came her muted voice.

Snape shook his head in disgrace. "This is pathetic."

"I think it's funny," said an indignant Tonks.

"That's because you're not in it," countered Snape murderously.

"And our show shall be opened by...Ginny Weasley!"

Pop!

"Wait!" came the voice of the author. Everyone groaned.

"What now?" asked Harry, poking his head out from behind the stage.

"Some of the readers want to join us, and I want to watch, too," I cried.

"You can watch anyway." Snape sneered.

"Are you trying to kick me out?" I asked, suspicious, squinting at him.

"No!" Ron said hastily.

"Good." I said, folding my arms.

Then I snapped my fingers. In the room appeared Memory, age 15, Atrus Valentein, who was looking very confused about his new surroundings, and Monikka DaLuver- again you should know her from the last chapter.

"Who are you guys?" asked Ginny, bewildered.

"Just people," I said absent-mindedly, conjuring up chairs for them. They all seated.

"Welcome to our play," Ginny began, but was cut off.

"Wait!" came the voice of Luna Lovegood.

"What now?" asked Harry, poking his head out again, but this time banging it on a piece of wood. "Ow!" he yelled, rubbing his head.

"I still only have two hands!" Luna wailed.

"I'll help!" said Atrus. "Would you like the assistance of my right or left hand?"

"Um....." Luna said, thinking hard, her pale blue eyes staring fixedly at his hands.

"The right one," she said finally, and Atrus sneaked behind the stage with Luna.

"What do they plan on doing back there?" asked Neville.

"Snog," said I.

"Really? How do you know?" asked Hermione, in the audience because Lupin didn't really do anything in the story.

"I'm the all-knowing author," I said, by way of an explanation.

"Okay," said an exasperated Ginny Weasely. "Can we start now?"

"Yeah, erm, okay, sure," said I with a shrug. Then I Disapparated.

Ginny cleared her throat. "Welcome to out Sock puppet show-"

"Sock puppets? Nobody told me you were doing sock puppets!" I gasped as I popped back into my fanfiction.

"You're not supposed to be here," said Remus casually. I stuck out my tongue.

"So much for all-knowing," smirked Snape.

I glared at him, and opened my mouth to cuss him out, but then the little wand in my head went "Lumos!" and I instead said in a singsong voice:

"Draco knows just how he feels about his Potions master," I quoted maliciously, "but he's never had the-"

"Okay, okay, I get the point," Snape said hurriedly, paling.

"Anyway, guys, I can fix this so that some of you can use marionettes! After all, my new obsession is with marionettes." I declared.

"And how are you going to do that?" asked Ginny.

"Simple, really. The stage is too small for all of you, so some of you have to use marionettes, anyway." I said, shrugging modestly, although modest is not my thing.

"You're the author. Why don't you just make the stage bigger?" suggested Snape evilly.

I smiled at him, even more evilly, and continued: "But he's never had the courage to act upon it. When Snape gives him detention one night-"

"Okay, okay, stop it," pleaded Snape angrily. "I really wish you liked me better."

"How much better?" I asked him wickedly. I love being mean to this guy, just because he's so rude to Harry. "Maybe I should write a chapter with you concerning a Pensive, too, right, Remus?"

Remus winced. "Stop that, Sincerity, that's personal," he insisted. Everyone's heads swiveled towards him.

"What?" asked Harry, peeking out.

"Nothing," replied Remus, coloring. Even though it was a memory that I really should write a story for today that we're referring to, it's still embarrassing him.

"What?" asked Ron.

Fortunately, Remus was saved from answering when Memory squealed, "Oh! Ron Weasley, yummy!"

Ron stared at her in horror. "What?"

Memory blushed. "Oh, nothing! Hey, I thought Sincerity wasn't mean to her reviewers!"

"Hey, I'm trying to be nice!" I cried.

"Yeah, well, okay, be a bit nicer."

"What are you guys babbling about?" said Draco, peeping out, as he was getting really bored.

Memory shrieked, "Oh! Draco Malfoy, yummy!"

Ron looked outraged. "Hey! You're supposed to like me!"

"Oh, why do you care?" asked Hermione shrewdly.

"No reason," mumbled Ron. "Fine, Draco, have her, then," he said sullenly, but Draco wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention.

"Who are you?" he asked Monikka.

"I'm, er, Monikka. From last chapter." She told him, startled.

"Oh," said Draco, staring at her.

"Er, Draco, what's up with you?" asked Ginny, waving a hand in front of Draco's face.

"He must be mesmerized by Monikka's dazzling beauty," whispered Tonks, trying to not laugh.

Memory turned around to look at Monikka, hurt.

Monikka shrugged at her. "You still have Ron!" she shouted.

"Oh, yeah!" She got up and walked over to Ron.

"Hey, wanna go snog somewhere?" she asked him.

"Yeah, sure!" exclaimed Ron, so they got up and went off into another room, hand in hand.

Harry was furious. "Now what?"

"I know!" Hermione yelled.

"Yeah, really, we don't have a Sirius for me to kill," wailed Ginny.

"Not that!" they both shrieked.

"Then, what?" asked Monikka, who was both freaked out and flattered by Draco staring at her.

"The series is about me! How come nobody ever falls madly in love with me, then?" Harry fumed.

"And why does Ron like Sincerity's reviewers better than me?" fussed Hermione. We all stared at her.

"Not as thought I care," she added quickly.

"Uh huh, sure," said Lupin, a knowing smile on his face. Harry grinned at her as she blushed bright red.

Tonks collapsed into laughter.

"That is so first chapter, Tonks," muttered Ginny.

"Hey, Monikka?" called Draco.

"Erm- okay, what?"

"Would you like to go snog?"

"Yeah, I guess," she said slowly.

"Why do you like Draco so much?" asked Ginny.

"Well, that's simple," Monikka, explained, "Voldie's just WAY too old for me."

Ginny's eyes got really wide. "You like that scum, Riddle?" she asked.

"Doesn't everybody?"

Harry held his breath.

"Oh, no, here goes," murmured Hermione.

"WHAT?? WHAT THE F%# DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?! HOW COULD ANYONE LOVE TOM RIDDLE? THAT LTYING BASTARD! THAT USELESS PIECE OF SHITE!!!!!" Ginny blared like a radio at that pool part y my friend had last week in which I was drenched with water while trying to stay dry and read. She just kept on going and going and going....

I could feel my eardrums bursting, and my eyes glaze over, so I snapped my fingers again and the door on our left opened and two men in white came in and began to haul Ginny out form the same door. They dragged her out, still screaming, until she couldn't be heard anymore and he door closed.

I sighed and shook my head, then walked up to the door on our right and opened it, and in stepped Ginny, looking confused.

"Sorry, Gin," I said apologetically, shutting the door, which vanished the instant it was closed. "I just happen to like Tom."

"How'd you do that?" asked Neville, breathless.

"I'm the author!" I said, rolling my eyes in exasperation. "I can do whatever I want!"

"Oh," said Draco, losing interest. He turned to Monikka. "So, how about that snogging?"

"Coming, love."

They dashed out, and Harry glared after them.

The room fell silent.

"What's wrong?" asked Lupin cheerfully. "Sincerity's not entirely done with us, you know."

"I never get to snog anybody!" shouted Harry.

"Oh, I'll probably get a reviewer asking for you soon enough," I assured him. He brightened up considerably at that.

"Yeah, but I won't," said Neville, mournfully. "Nobody ever wants to snog me."

"It's okay, Neville," I tried to cheer him up, but it didn't work.

"Wow, everyone's in a really bad mood this chapter," observed Lupin.

"Don't worry, next chapter things will magically go back to normal," Hermione guaranteed him.

"How do you know?" asked Tonks.

"Because, we still haven't seen that damn puppet show."

"Good point."

So I pop! Disapparated back here, dear reader, leaving them to wallow. Don't worry. Puppet show coming. With marionettes. And don't worry, no slash.

Don't forget to tell me your house in a review (if you're writing one) if you're guessing what house I'm in. If you'd like to snog somebody or make a guest appearance, ring me up! Just tell me, I'll try to fit you in. And ladies, Harry's really bored. So's Neville.

Hope you're happy. I'll start the next chapter soon. The show was supposed to be in this chapter, but hey, I ran out of time- and this chapter got really long! I have other stuff to write, too!