"Did you just call me Prongs? This isn't James." Harry stared at his mirror curiously. Did Sirius just call him Prongs? His fathers nickname? Perhaps Sirius thought Harry was James...I mean Mrs. Weasley had said two years ago that Sirius had always thought of Harry as sort of a miniature James. Or perhaps Sirius was still dead and his spirit thought he was talking to the spirit of his father? Whatever the case, he was sure Sirius would recognize him after he told him.
"What are you talking about Prongs? I just saw you in the Common Room before." Harry grimaced.
"I'm not my father Sirius," Harry said coolly, slightly irritated that Sirius didn't recognize him. Obviously Sirius was confused, since he made a face that implied confusion. His face scrunched up and his hand scratching his head.
"James no offense, but you look nothing like your dad. I mean if I were to confuse you with your dad, than I'd probably be blind in one eye. No normal person could confuse you two," he finished finally. Harry got slightly red in the face. WHY DOESN'T HE KNOW WHO I AM?!
"IT'S HARRY!!" he shouted. He heard someone stir in the bed next to him.
The voice mumbled, "C'mon Hermy – no one's around." Harry looked to the bed. Ron was stuffed under the covers almost invisible to the naked eye. He must have been asleep when Harry came in. Ron was now, reaching his arms out in a fashion that would suggest he was trying to grab something that was moving. He then dropped his arms and mumbled something that sounded like, "Fine, be that way."
"Who's Harry?" Sirius asked, even more confused. Harry turned back towards his mirror. Sirius doesn't know me! But how could he forget me? It's only been two years, not even! Harry thought frantically. How could Sirius not know me!?
"I'm Harry, don't you recognize me?" he asked again his voice filled with worry and disappointment. Sirius thought a moment.
"James, you must be kidding me. Honestly..."
"I'm NOT JAMES! MY NAME IS HARRY! DON'T YOU REMEMBER ME?" shouted Harry while shaking the mirror harshly.
"I don't know any Harry's, so how should I be knowing you, Harry?" he answered, obviously still convinced the person he was speaking to was none-other than his best friend.
"I'm your godson for heavens sake!" muttered Harry irritably.
"I have a godson?!" Sirius said in a false astonished voice.
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"C'mon Prongs, you expect me to believe that the mirror just happened to fall into my godson Harry's arms? I mean I'm sixteen years old, who in their right mind would make me a godfather?"
"Sixteen? What are you talking about?"
"James, I think you've been drooling over Lily too much. Remember...sixteen the number after fifteen. Before seventeen. Remember?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"I know what sixteen is dumbass, (A/N: GASP HARRY! Don't take that tone with your godfather!) I meant what do you mean that you're sixteen?" he said obviously frustrated beyond wits end.
"Well Prongs, when some was born sixteen years before the present time it means they're sixteen years old...see? I was born sixteen years ago...Ooooh the magic," said Sirius rather mockingly.
"You're not sixteen! You were almost forty when you died!" Harry shouted, irritably forgetting how much he hated thinking of that.
Sirius' eyes widened. "What? I'm not dead and – James this is not one of your better jokes" he said, somewhat panicked and annoyed.
Suddenly they heard footsteps from the staircase. Harry turned to see Neville opening up the door, with Seamus and Dean closely behind. Harry quickly turned back to the mirror and whispered, "Gotta go." He noticed that the Sirius in the mirror was staring at him curiously. Harry realized he didn't have time. He stuffed the mirror under the sheets.
The mirror was still glowing under the covers. Right before it shut off he heard a voice say, "Evans?"
"Harry, who are were you talking to?" asked a voice. Harry whirled around to find Neville, Seamus and Dean staring at him intently.
"Er—myself. I was just reciting some....poetry from....Potions," said Harry, his face turning redder by the second. I cannot lie for my life, he thought giving himself a mental slap.
"Poetry?" asked Seamus, smirking.
"Poetry? I love poetry!" exclaimed Neville. "Go on Harry, recite the poem for us!"
"Well, it's not really much good.." Harry said, desperately trying to steer the conversation away from the nasty turn it was taking.
"Oh, please won't you?"
"Yeah, this I gotta see," said Dean grinning.
"Er—well--okay then. It's called...uh.... 'My Lovely Potions Master'." The three friends snorted. "Okay, here it goes:
My lovely potions master
Is not a slimy git
Although I must confess
He smells a lot like –" Harry was interrupted by Neville, who seemed to be having a mysterious coughing fit.
"Oh our dear old Slytherin
He's just a barrel of fun
Although he's slimy, we love him
He'll always be the one
Oh, he has a sense of humor
Would you ever guess?
That our dear old Slytherin
Was wearing a green pheasant dress." (A/N: You know...third book, Neville's boggart)
Harry chanced a glance at his three friends. They were all looking at him, open-mouthed. Neville began clapping, but Dean just looked at him and said, "Harry, are you on drugs?"
Harry turned bright red. "No Dean," he muttered. Seamus began to laugh. They heard someone climbing out of bed behind them, and all four turned around. There was Ron, his red hair tousled, staring wide-eyed at Harry.
"Whoa...Harry! I just had the weirdest dream, but it was so realistic! It was that you were singing poetry about Snape, but I wasn't able to see you, only ....hear you..." said Ron fading off. He put his hand on his head.
"That's not the only dream you had," muttered Harry under his breath. Ron turned bright red.
"What do you mean? Don't quite know what you're talking about.." he replied, obviously trying to hide something. Seamus, Dean, and Neville began to laugh at Harry and Ron.
"Well, this has been an interesting night. Now, if you guys don't mind, I'm going to bed," said Dean.
"BLOODY HELL!" screamed Ron at the top of his lungs, after looking at the clock on the wall. "I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AT DETENTION!! IN THE TROPHY ROOM!! TWENTY EFFING MINUTES AGO!!!!!"
"Two words Ron: run fast," laughed Harry, grinning at the sight of his best friend. Ron, eyes wide, ran out of the dormitory like a madman in his periwinkle pajamas. Seamus raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. Neville, still laughing, clutched his stomach and began rolling on the floor. Dean rolled his eyes. Twenty seconds later, they heard a scream loud enough to wake the dead.
"HOLY MOTHER OF—"Harry winced. "I'VE STILL GOT MY BLOODY PAJAMAS ON!" They heard Ron's rapid footsteps ascend up the stairs to the boys dorm rooms. Ron came in, red-faced and crazy-eyed. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Ron, calm down!" Harry said, but he was still laughing. Ron gave him a filthy glare.
"Calm down?! CALM DOWN?!"
"Yes, calm down. Calm down. It means the same thing as SHUT UP! What the hell are you trying to do, wake everyone up?" Harry shouted back. Ron opened his mouth as to scream again, but shut it quickly. He rushed over to his trunk grumpily, and hastily pulled out some spare robes. Everyone was still staring at him.
"DO YOU MIND?!" he said, glaring at them. They all turned around as Ron threw his clothes on over his pajamas. When he was about to leave Harry glanced at his robes. They looked all bulgy, the buttons were half done, Ron's hair sticking up like he had been hit with lightning. Harry laughed to himself. Wait 'til McGonagal gets a load of him, he thought to himself. Shortly after all the boys decided to go to sleep for the night. Harry retired to his four-poster bed and thought of the events that day. He fell asleep to the though of his mysterious conversation with Sirius. Harry pulled out the mirror from under the covers and starred at it a moment. What was Sirius talking about? He wondered as he laid his head back on the pillow and slowly putting the mirror back to it's spot under the covers. He then thought of Ginny. Where is she? How could she just be away? He sighed as he began to fall asleep to the thoughts of Ginny and Sirius who technically, were not too far away.
Snow came down in thin sheets the next morning when Harry awoke. This could only mean one thing. Christmas Break was coming! (A/N: Notice, I never said Ginny left at the beginning of the year. It was actually in the middle of December in case you were wondering). Ever since last year Ron, Harry and Hermione went to Ron's house for Christmas Break. Last year was quite fun. The Weasley twins came over and gave them dozens of treats (including a few that would make you puff up or turn a odd shade of green). Percy did drop by, but only briefly to give them all books. Harry had gotten 'The Ministry of Magic: Secrets to Success.' It turned out Hermione liked his book more than he had.
Harry stretched and yawned. He put his glasses on and slowly got out of bed. Today was the day of a Hogsmeade trip. He realized he still had to buy Hermione and Ron presents, since they were going back home the next day. Speaking of Ron, he was now face down in the covers, mumbling to himself. Neville and Seamus were already gone and Dean was dressing. Harry laughed a little at his friend's odd position and then quickly dressed. When he entered the Common Room, he was confronted by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.
"Harry," Parvati gushed. "Neville told us you recite beautiful poetry."
Harry took a step back. "Er- did he really?" he said. "Well, I wouldn't say beautiful really more like-"
"Oh Harry, don't be so modest! Recite something for us, please..." Lavender begged, tugging on his robes a little, grinning.
"Well I can't just make something up," he said nervously, hoping he could give a false excuse. It was too late to say his throat hurt or anything.
"Don't make it up, recite something that you've already written." Parvati said.
"Erm...well.." Well I did it last night, let's see if I can do it again. "Okay it's called...Periwinkle Pajamas." He took a deep breath.
"Once I had a friend named Ron
Who often had blue pajamas on
But one snowy day
He threw them away
And put periwinkle ones on"
"But that same day my dear friend
Had detention a quarter to ten
He forgot and he slept
And woke and he leapt
Out of bed and then said ....oh shit!"
Lavender and Parvati looked at each other. "Shit doesn't rhyme with friend, Harry." Harry put a hand on his head. Oh shit! I forgot to do my potions essay! What the bloody hell am I going to do?!
"Sorry girls, I gotta run." He said as he rapidly ran out of the portrait hole and down towards the Great Hall.
"You know," Paravti said. "He doesn't really have beautiful poetry."
Harry rushed downstairs frantically thinking. The day before when Ron, Hermione and he were late for potions Snape had them to an extra assignment on the properties of Waterbane. And he said it was due the next day regardless of the Hogsmeade trip. In fact, Snape had said if he didn't have the essay on his desk the next day, they would spend their trip doing it. I only half-wrote it, Harry thought. Shit, shit shit!
As he walked into the hall he stopped by the Gryffindor table, happy to see Hermione and Ron sitting next to each other.
"Have you two finished your waterbane essay?" he asked them. He thought a minute then asked, "By the way Ron, you were out cold when I was leaving the dormitory—how did you get down here so fast?"
"I finished mine, and I just came down while you were reciting poetry," he snapped.
"I've done mine!" Hermione said. She rolled her eyes towards Ron. "Oh yes you've done it Ron, although you failed to mention to Harry that most of it was wrong! I mean honestly... 'muggles call it poison stuff' what kind of essay is that?" she said folding her arms.
"Well, I did it all the same," muttered Ron turning red. Harry racked his brains trying to think of what he could do.
"I didn't finish mine yet! What should I do?" he moaned, more to himself then to anyone else.
"You didn't finish it?! Well why are you standing here complaining about it? GO DO IT!" shouted Hermione. Harry nodded and rushed off. As he rounded the corner he ran into Snape. Great, he thought.
"Potter, I didn't see your essay on my desk this morning. Might there be a problem..? Or, I half expected an excuse," he told Harry venomously a smile forming on his lips. Harry frowned.
"No excuse, I was just--er—just going to go get it to hand it in." he said, even if it was untruthful it felt good to say it, because Snape's grin faded.
Snape looked at the clock on the wall. "I'll give you fifteen minutes Potter. If that essay is not on my desk by then, you shall stay here while the others are at Hogsmeade." With that, he walked off.
Harry stared after him, thinking about using the Avada Kedavra curse. Deciding against it, he ran back towards the Gryffindor Common Room. He rounded another corner and ran into someone he definitely was not thinking of meeting.
"Dobby? What are you doing here?" asked Harry. (A/N: Yay dobby!! ::does the dobby dance::)
"Harry Potter! What a pleasant surprise!" cried Dobby, coming to hug Harry around the legs. "My, but you have grown! It's such a pleasure to see you! Why, the last time I saw you—"began Dobby, but Harry cut him off.
"Dobby, I really can't talk right now, I'm sort of in a rush," said Harry, brushing off Dobby. "I promise we can have a chat later."
"Whatever is the matter?"
"I need to hand in an essay that I haven't even finished to Professor Snape in fifteen minutes!" said Harry. He began running down the hall when he was stopped by Dobby, who sounding like he was laughing.
"How quickly Harry Potter forgets! Come with me!" said Dobby, running forward to Harry and grabbing his hand.
"There's not enough time Dobby," Harry almost shouted.
"Harry Potter must remember, there's the Room of Requirement!" whispered Dobby, making sure no one was watching them. Luckily, the corridor was deserted. Dobby's tiny gnarled hand grabbed Harry's and he started pulling Harry along.
"Brilliant Dobby! Absolutely brilliant! I cannot thank you enough," gushed Harry.
"Follow me Harry Potter sir, you must hurry. " Dobby led him down the familiar corridors for a couple more minutes until he found himself looking at the well-known wall in which he had hosted his own Defense Against the Dark Arts class back in the fifth year. He concentrated very hard on the wall, thinking about how much he needed a waterbane essay and how much he wanted to go to Hogsmeade. I need an essay about Waterbane-- I need it VERY badly! he thought. Finally, a door appeared. Harry nearly ripped it from its hinges as he opened it. Dobby, excited, followed Harry through the door. He quickly shut it. On a wooden desk, with a candle next to it were three sheets of parchment. Harry ran over to it, and picked it up. He noticed that it was even in his handwriting! The bold title on the front page read 'Properties of the Waterbane Plant'. His eyes moved down. 'By Harry Potter'. He couldn't help but grin. He continued to read.
"The Waterbane plant is found all over the world, but where wizards usually obtain it from is in mostly swampy areas. The most plentiful supply of it comes from Portugal and some African countries. To muggles this plant is know as 'Poison Ivy' that is why muggles do not go near it. It is suppose to cause serious itching and rash..." Wait a minute! I have no time to read this I've got to get this to Snape!
Harry quickly turned, paper in hands and bolted towards the door. He stopped short when he passed Dobby, who looked somewhat disappointed. Harry smiled.
"Oh Dobby," he called over his shoulder grinning at the tiny elf.
"Yes Mr. Harry Potter?" Dobby responded as he looked towards Harry, eagerly.
"Thanks a lot." Harry said as he carefully removed his shoe and took off a gray sock. He tossed it to Dobby who caught it, tears welled in his eyes.
"No thank you Harry Potter sir! Dobby is glad to help!" he said clutching the sock to his chest, sobbing and then blowing his nose on it.
"No problem. I really appreciate this Dobby,"
Harry began to run again out the door, when Dobby called to him again.
"Harry Potter sir?" the house elf called to him.
"Yes Dobby?" Harry said, glancing at a clock on the wall.
"Dobby has heard that...Harry Potter writes great poetry, may Dobby hear some?" (Harry falls down manga style)
"Er-some other time Dobby, I really need to go now...but you know maybe some other time I could..."
"REALLY?" Dobby said, almost sobbing from joy.
"Er-yeah, but I gotta go. Thanks a lot Dobby."
"Harry Potter is most certainly welcomed!" The house elf waved to Harry, obviously filled with emotion. Harry waved back and he ran for the dungeons. He frantically ran down the stairs and arrived short of breath, breathing rapidly. The door was opened a crack, and Harry could see Snape at his desk looking over pieces of parchment. Most likely Ron and Hermione's papers. Harry knocked on the door.
"Come in," Snape said rather quietly. Harry smiled and walked over to him. He could see a paper with a large red mark on it. That can't be good, he thought to himself,
"Here is my paper, Professor Snape," he said, shoving the three pieces of parchments in to Snape's bony hands. Snape frowned at the papers. Harry got the feeling he wanted to rip it up and make Harry do it over again.
"Fine, now get out Potter." He pointed to the door, reading the first lines of the paper. Harry almost skipped out of the classroom, huge grin plastered across his face.
Harry's shoes made fresh prints in the snow as he trudged up the street. Hermione and Ron were now in Honeydukes, so he decided he would go get them presents. He passed a few shops and browsed through them all, though he found nothing suitable enough for his favorite people in the world. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to get them, but he figured when he saw the perfect gift he'd know.
A few Galleons jingled in his pocket as he continued up the street past the Shrieking Shack. It gave him a small reminder of his third year and he smiled a bit. He stopped abruptly in front of a clothing store. It was called 'Madame Dubari's Apparel for all Occasions.' Inside he could see lovely Christmas Robes and things for all sorts of occasions. There were witch hats (the way muggles portrayed them) and all sorts of interesting things. That's when he saw them. In the window, right near a set of orange and black dress robes was a pair of pajamas. The pajamas were dark green with feathery snitches all over them. He smiled at the thought. Ron really needed new pajamas. What guy would want to wear periwinkle pajamas?
Harry went inside a purchased the pajamas for twenty sickles. The lady behind the counter was nice enough to gift-wrap them too. Harry continued down the snow covered street.
He was also lucky enough to find a book store. The store looked similar to Flourish and Blotts. It was called 'The Book Nook." Harry went inside to find a book for Hermione. Searching the shelves he finally found one that was practical. It was called 'Simple Spells for your Hair." Hermione's frizzy hair popped into Harry's mind. Yes, he thought Hermione would definitely need this. After purchasing the book for two galleons he went outside for a moment.
What can I buy Ginny? He asked himself. She's not even here, what's the point? So? I bet she'd buy something for me if the tables were turned. I have to get her something really good, no perfect. I need something perfect, he thought.
He continued down the street until he found a Jewelry Store. It was called The Diamond Earring Est:1897. Harry gazed at the store. Jewelry! That's perfect! He ran inside without delay and looked at the selection. There were rings made of gold, and rings had precious stones in them and they were all beautiful, but he needed something that was truly made for Ginny. And then he found it. It was a silver ring. It could be engraved with any special message and then, with a special charm, that same engraving would be said in a soft melodious voice. It was just perfect. Harry had the message Ginevra Weasley, the most beautiful witch in all of England. (Harry is not very creative is he?). He paid seven galleons for the ring and quickly exited the shop pleased with his work.
Harry briskly walked back to Honeydukes were he found Ron and Hermione browsing through the thousands of candies they had there.
"Hullo guys, whatcha doin?" Harry asked, sneaking up on them. Hermione and Ron turned around, flustered.
"Oh hi Harry!" Ron said. "We were just looking for y-"Hermione gave him a hard shove. "Candy," he said wincing at the spot where Hermione shoved him. Harry smiled.
After a few hours the trio went to the Three Broomsticks, ("Hermione...watch me get drunk from all this butterbeer...hehe" "Ron you're so immature! You're Head Boy, honestly!") Zonko's Joke Shop, ("Here Hermione, have a flower," "Oh thank you- AGGH! RON!") and Weasley Wizard Wheezes ("GINNY'S MISSING?!" "Fred would you shut up?"). Later when it became darker, Ron and Harry started throwing snowballs at each other, and were soon joined by Neville and Luna (Hermione gave a small frown when Luna came by). Finally, after a bit longer, all students were told that they were to return to the castle immediately. Hermione looked worriedly at Ron, who placed his arm around her and told her everything was fine. Harry merely raised an eyebrow. Many students looked confused and flustered as they hurried back up the trail to the school.
"Reckon this is about Ginny?" whispered Harry to Ron. His face turned pale.
"No....she's fine...that's what Dumbledore said, right?"
"I don't know," Hermione whispered back worriedly. "I hope so! We don't even know where she is, only that she is away." The trio walked in silence for a few minutes longer. Then...
"Do you think it's about Voldemort?" came Harry's voice. Ron twitched a bit, but Hermione shook her head slowly.
"It could be...I mean, we haven't heard anything about him in the longest time now...almost five months. But what could he have done?"
"Dunno," said Ron, obviously wanting to change the subject.
Harry looked suspiciously at Ron. "Are you keeping something from us?"
"No," answered Ron quickly, his face red. Harry sighed and decided not to bother questioning him further.
Soon enough, they had reached the castle. About half of the Hogwarts population flooded into the Great Hall, where Dumbledore sat at his usual high chair in the center. Many students were chattering loudly to their other friends, trying to figure out what all of this was about. All Professors were present as well. Moments later, Dumbledore raised his long arms above everyone, and instantly there was silence.
"You are probably all wondering what on earth this could be about," he began, in his great loud voice. "But I do not wish to worry you so close to the holidays, so I think I shall tell you only half of what I should be telling you." Many people looked at their friends in confusion. "One matter that has been brought to my attention, and probably many of you have noticed is the absence of Ginny Weasley." Now there were some whispers, mostly going on towards the Gryffindor end of the hall. Dumbledore raised his hands again. "I would like to tell you that her absence is merely related to business that was meant to be done at this time in her life." This brought many more whispers and raised brows. "It is not related to illness, disease, or pregnancy." Harry looked over at Ron, struggling not to laugh, as Ron had clenched fists and a bright red face. "I do not know when she will be back, but I assure you all she is being well cared for. I do not want any of you to go home and tell your parents that she has gone missing, or anything of the sort, which is why I am telling you before holidays begin tomorrow." (This brought a cheer to the Great Hall). Dumbledore's face turned grave. "As for the other half of the news...I think I shall leave that for your guardians to tell you." He stepped down from the rise in the floor, and walked briskly out of the Great Hall, which was now completely alive with the voices of all students.
Hermione patted Ron on the back who had his eyes opened wide and was stuttering, "Pregnancy?! Pregnancy?!"
"Probably what half of the Slytherins thought," Harry muttered to himself as he glared over at the gleeful looking Slytherins.
Minutes later, all students were being whisked up to their dormitories. On the way up Harry said, "What do you think the other news was about?"
Hermione glared at Harry as though he was stupid. "Voldemort, most likely!" she whispered, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, between you and Ron..."
Ron blinked at her stupidly. "They thought my little sister was pregnant?! Ooohh, Mum and Dad are gonna love this!"
Harry sighed and continued to follow his friends up the stairs and through the portrait of the Fat Lady. When the reached the Common Room, Harry decided to take up a chess game with Ron to get his mind (and Ron's) off of Ginny.
"Ah ha you fiend!" said Ron's knight as it pounced on Harry's bishop and dragged it's remains off the chessboard.
"Harry, you've only got a knight, three pawns and a castle left!" Ron said as his knight came back to it's spot.
"Well spotted Ron," Harry said irritably. Harry starred at the board.
"Well...your move," Ron said grinning slightly.
"I know! I'm thinking for heavens sake. Now let's see...pawn to F5." Ron started laughing.
"Harry, Harry, Harry... don't you see my castle? You shouldn't have done that. Bishop to F5"
"Are you bloody trying to murder me?" Harry's king shouted at him as the bishop whacked the tiny pawn into several pieces. Harry sighed.
While the boys were doing that, Hermione sat down on the couch and began to think. Hard.
Ginny, Ginny, Ginny...where could you be? Let's see.. the last time I saw you, I was on my way to the library. Then I dropped all my books and you helped me pick them up. I lost my time turner, which you also probably picked up. Then—Click. A thought burst into Hermione's head. Time turner, she thought excitedly. Of course, why didn't I think of it before?! Ginny must've used my time turner...although she surely couldn't have known how to work it? Could she have? Well, if she did, that means she used it and went back in time.... Hermione bit her fingernail. Where could she have gone to? I haven't seen any sight of Ginny since two days ago... which probably means she didn't just go back a couple of hours in time. Then another thought struck Hermione, horrifying her. What if she dropped it, and went back a year? Or two? Or maybe even more?? What if she went back so far in time that---Stop it Hermione, you're being foolish, her sensible side told her. But what if—There are no "what-ifs". Dumbledore said she was being accommodated for, so she must be perfectly alright.
"Dumbledore," she said aloud, her thoughts resting on him. Dumbledore seems to know so much about where she is...which could probably mean that she went back in time while still in Hogwarts! Of course, stupid! You can't use the time turner inside Hogwarts and end up in Australia! But how far back did she go? Probably a year—maybe two at the most. But how can I be sure of that? Everytime I listen to my more sensible side, I turn out being wrong....which left Hermione to completely ignore her sensible side. Well, if she went back in time by accident, what would she tell the Professors and students that are in the year she went back? But Dumbledore said she was fine.... Which would mean she's probably been in contact with the present Dumbledore! Or would that be the past Dumbledore? He is a successfully accomplished Legilimens, so would that mean he could contact his past self? Hermione rubbed her head. She had a bad headache. Thoughts to sleep on, thoughts to sleep on—but at least I can be sure that Ginny is all right now. She yawned, and walked over to the boys, who were still fiercely engaged in their game off Wizard's Chess.
"Ah ha!" shouted Ron, as he moved his queen diagonal of Harry's king. "Checkmate!"
"Well there's a surprise," Harry said, looking rather bored as his King threw his crown off at the Queen's feet.
"I'm going to bed," announced Hermione. She kissed Ron on the top of the head, and nodded towards Harry. With that, she walked up to her dorm room. Ron blushed fiercely giving the impression that his head was a quaffle. It was definitely the same shade.
"What do you suppose that was for?" Harry said, exasperated look on his face while his eyes going from Hermione back to Ron.
"Gosh I dunno," he said putting a hand up to his face, as a smile tugged at his lips. "She just can't resist me, that one." He said as she disappeared up the Girls' Staircase. Ron kept looking in her direction.
"You suppose she knows something?" Ron finally asked, his hand on his chin.
"What makes you think that?"
"It's just...she has that look, when she knows something everybody else doesn't. Like when Lupin was teaching us. She figured it out, and she had that same face. I mean she's Hermione...she seems to know everything."
"Well I can tell you she knows nothing about Quidditch." Harry said, smiling slightly and leaning back in his chair.
"And wizard chess," Ron said following the same suit.
Authors note: In the previous chapter it said Narcissa had brown hair. I personally think she has brown hair, but that was my cousin's idea. It's possible Narcissa dyed her hair as a lot of blondes do at a later age so, you know whatever you want to think. Oh and sorry this isn't as exciting as the other chapters and isn't as long but the reason is it's kind of setting the stage for a few other events that will be happening in the story. Sorry if it's boring. The other chapters will be better. We hope you enjoyed Harry's lame poetry though! Thank you time :D
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