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Chapter Four- Charms from the Quibbler, the return of the voice and Harry's flying cockroach

At lunch, Ginny regaled Neville and Luna with tales out of Charms class. They wanted to see her demonstrate the new curse she had learned, but she put them off saying, "I'll have to wait until we're not in such a crowded place. As I'm sure you can imagine, the Great Hall isn't really the best place to make someone start swearing uncontrollably. People might take it the wrong way. You should have been there in the class! The look on everyone's faces when Niamh started into it- I don't think I've ever heard her swear before today, and there she was spouting off words I'd never even heard before! It was brilliant. I'll bet that curse would be terrifically useful in a duel- you can't very well cast spells when your tongue is all tied up trying to stop itself from swearing!"

Ginny's eyes glowed with laughter. This was the happiest that either Neville or Luna had seen her in quite a long time.

"Do you know," she continued, "this almost inspires me to go looking up charms and curses on my own! Imagine what other spells could be out there! I may just start taking a page from Hermione's book!" she abruptly silenced herself. Thoughts of Hermione, Ron and Harry locked away in Azkaban immediately killed her good mood.

Luna, naturally did not notice Ginny's sudden sobering of countenance. She was, as usual, off on her own track, "Do you know," she commented, "that the Quibbler put out an issue last year listing some of the more uncommon and interesting charms. Here, I'll demonstrate one," she pointed her wand at Neville's glass of orange juice and said, "Retore!"

The glass of juice turned into an orange.

Next, she pointed at Ginny's cream of mushroom soup and repeated the charm. Mushrooms began to sprout from the table.

"That's one of my favourite ones," Luna announced, "It's different every time, so it never gets boring," she smiled.

Ginny and Neville exchanged surprised glances. Neither one of them had ever expected that the Quibbler would print anything true! Luna and her magazine were full of surprises.

"That's very interesting," Neville said cautiously, "Now, would you mind turning my orange juice back?"

"And my soup," Ginny added.

Luna shrugged, "The counter-charm wasn't listed in that issue."

Somehow Ginny wasn't surprised.

"Are there any other good charms in that issue?" Neville asked. Ginny could tell that he wasn't really sure whether or not he ought to have asked and she didn't blame him. On the one hand, Luna might know some very interesting and useful charms, but on the other hand, this was the Quibbler they were talking about… It only very rarely printed anything with a grain of truth. In fact, the only other instance she could think of was when Harry Potter had given an interview in order to get the word out about Voldemort's return. And they hadn't exactly come up with that on their own.

"Oh yes!" Luna answered, "Quite a lot actually. Would you like to read it?"

"Yes," Ginny and Neville both answered at the same time.

Luna looked surprised. She wasn't used to having people take her up on her offers to loan out back issues of the Quibbler, "Alright," she said, "Give me a moment and I'll fetch it out. I'm afraid I've only got just the one copy though- You'll have to share it between you."

Ginny nodded, "I'm sure we'll manage."

-

Ron and the disembodied voice in the next cell had continued to talk for only a few more minutes before settling down to sleep for the night. While Ron had been glad to have someone to talk to, there weren't really a great deal of conversational possibilities when one of the conversationalists could barely recall he had a head on his shoulders. However, Ron did hold out hopes for improvement- the man's memory had begun to return as they spoke and no doubt a night of rest would have helped it along even further.

The guards who had delivered his breakfast had seemed jittery and nervous. The lunch guards were even more so. He heard talk among them about abandoning the island. Apparently they didn't feel safe there anymore. Something to do with the missing dementors.

"I just don't like it," one of the lunch guards said to the other, "If they're not getting after the prisoners like they're supposed to be doing, then who can say what they're about?"

The second guard whimpered a bit at that, "Dear Lord! I'm thinkin' now'd be a good time t'be at home with the wife- far from here!"

"Excuse me," Ron chose that moment to interrupt their conversation.

The guards abruptly stopped walking. Ron could hear them whispering to each other.

"It's one of the prisoners!" the voice of the first guard.

"But why's he talkin'? Shouldn't he be too out of his mind t'be makin' sense?"

"It's what I've been saying! With the dementors gone, they're all coming back to themselves! We won't be long before a jailbreak happens- there's really not much in the way of security without the dementors. We've always depended on them!"

Ron filed that information away. It could be quite useful, "Thank you for sharing, gentlemen. You've been most useful, I assure you!" he carolled. He was actually beginning to enjoy himself quite a lot.

One of the guards gasped. Ron couldn't tell which one it was.

"D'ya see what ye've done?" Ah. It was guard number two. Ron continued to listen, "He knows everything now! And it's all thanks t'you!"

The guards whispered back and forth with each other for a few moments more. It was becoming tiresome. Ron gave a shot at opening the door to his cell. No luck. Shoddy security or not, the door was locked. It was times like this that Ron wished he still had his wand with him. At least it hadn't been destroyed… he'd managed to get it to Ginny before he was taken away. He hoped that she was alright. She hadn't exactly been at her best after Harry was arrested- she'd always been in love with him. As concerned as he was about Ginny though, he was much more worried about Hermione. He hadn't seen her even once since arriving at Azkaban. Hopefully she was doing better now. Maybe now that the dementors seemed to be gone she would be able to recover properly. He would have to get to her somehow and make sure. The lock on the door didn't seem to sturdy, maybe he could… No such luck. He was able to jiggle it a bit and make a racket, but he couldn't actually open the door.

"Did you hear that?" he heard the first guard say, "He's trying to get out! What do we do?"

Once again, guard two was the voice of reason, "Nothin'. He can't get out. The door's locked or did'ye forget that ye bloomin' fool?"

"Oh. Right," guard one mumbled sheepishly.

The voice from the next cell chose that moment to reassert itself, "What's going on out there? What are you lot bickering about?"

"Oh, nothing," Ron answered for the guards, "They're just trying to decide whether or not I'll be able to break down this door and viciously murder them. Not much of interest."

"Ah, I see," the voice answered. And then it shouted out to the guards, "Hai! Listen to me! When this fellow breaks out, I'll be right there him and the both of us are going to make you regret ever trying to keep us locked up!"

Ron heard the guards' gasps of fright followed quickly by the sound of quickly receding footsteps.

The voice laughed, "That was fun! I don't remember the last time I enjoyed myself so well!"

"Do you know," said Ron carefully, "they're probably not really bad folk. If we do get out of here, I don't think that we ought to do anything too terrible to the guards. They're just doing their jobs and it's not really them that hurts us anyway."

"Oh, I know," answered the voice, "It was just a bit of fun. I wouldn't really do anything. I don't think I'm that sort of person. Actually, I'm not even really sure why I'm here. Some more of my memories have come back, but I don't remember doing anything that would have got me sent to this place."

"Well," said Ron, "it's possible that you didn't do anything. I didn't. I'm only here because I somehow got on Voldemort's bad side. He's got the Ministry of Magic in his pocket, you know."

"The Ministry…" the voice drifted off for a bit. Ron could almost hear it thinking, "I think that I worked at the Ministry… a long time ago."

Ron didn't know what to think about that. Whose side was he voice on?

-

When the guards came to Harry's cell with his lunch, he decided to have a little fun with them. As they slid the meal in through the flap in the floor, he caused his 'pet' cockroach to glide out from the cell through the flap and woggled it around in front of the guards' faces.

"What in-" the guard's voice was cut off as Harry caused the cockroach to fly into his mouth. Vigorous spitting and cursing ensued.

"What's going on?" asked the guard who wasn't spitting and cursing.

"Not much," answered Harry as he unlocked and opened the door to his cell, "I'm only just going to be taking over Azkaban for a bit. You can stay in my cell until I'm done."

He floated the sputtering guards into the cell, removed their wands, and locked them inside.

He smiled beatifically and went to look for some people to help him with his rebellion.

A/N: Well. That's my next chapter. To anyone who actually read it, I would like to say "Thank you." If you wrote a review, "Thank you even more."

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