Harry Potter and the Something Something Something!

Ariana The Musical Genius: Hey, you changed your penname! Coolies! Thanks for your reviews.

Naoko Tasaki: OMG, I love that idea! I might do it! THANK YOU!

Remember Cedric Diggory: One word: LOL. Except its an acronym. Um.

A Cute But Pyscho Bunny: Ooh, yay, you like Jerry Spinelli! Markell? That's a kinda strange nameth. MOOFWAFWAFWAFWA. Of COURSE James is an idiot. Look at Harry! Nope, it won't mess up time. And thank you for bleeping out your curse word. Because in sixth year stories, nothing EVER ges complicated. DUH! AND DUH! for the dork and loser. Everyone just loves stereotypes, its essential for sixth year stories! SARCASM, if you couldn't tell. Yeah. Viggo Mortensen is NOT cute. Plus, ARAGORN SMELLS! He's like forty-something. Plus, isn't he divorced and has a kid? GET OVER IT, FANGIRLS, YEESH! UGH, I hate Usher! Cool, fish. Seeya.

Avalon Estel: It came from an urge to eat cheese myself. I had no access to the fermented milky good, so I vented out my urge on Harry. Very simple:) Thanksies about the geniosity..is that a word?..again. Academically I do alright too, I believe. MWAHAHAHA!

Chapter Eleven: Jassinandra

In which there are yet more unnecessary dance sequences

Suddenly, Misty broke into song.

"Ligers and tigons!" she warbled sweetly.

"Ligers and tigons!" Mandy echoed, running back into the room with her popcorn.

"Oh, what wonderful things they are!" Misty sang, twirling around.

"Oh, what marvelous things!" Mandy sighed.

Harry stared, mezmerized, mouth half open in surprise at their beautiful singing voices.

"GO AWAY," Misty hissed to Mandy. Mandy walked away, and Misty walked away in the other direction, fuming.

And so ends unnecessary dance sequence number one!

Suddenly, a gorgeous woman appeared before Harry!

Her cascading, golden-blonde locks wove around her shoulders all the way down to her slender waist, a tiara of blue stones set upon them. Her skin was pale as a winter's day, and her pale blue dress was simple yet complicated; with flowing sleeves, the front tied with a pure white ribbon as if a corset, the bodice lined with green diamonds, and her flowing skirt stopping just above her knees. Her fingers were long and pale, and a single silver ring was worn on her left hand. Her eyes were of a pure amethyst hue, holding sadness and shyness and surrounded by full, fair lashes. Despite the shyness in her eyes, her voice was strong as she spoke, musical as a lapping waterfall.

"Harry Potter," she said, extending a hand to him, "I am-" she started, but was cut off.

"WHO ARE YOU!" Harry demanded.

"I am-"

"WHO ARE YOU!"

"I am Jassinandra, one of the Vabine!" she shrieked impatiently.

Harry stared at her. "What's that mean?" he demanded.

"I dunno," she shrugged elegantly, "But I am here to send you on a very important quest."

Harry unsheathed his sword. "And what kind of quest is this?" he cried.

Jassinandra took his sword from him gently and broke it in half with one gentle rip. "Do not use a flimsy sword," she commanded, "Use one of these!" She handed him a block of cheese.

"Cool!" he remarked.

"Indeed," Jassinandra agreed, "And your quest is to-" she started, but was cut off.

"WHAT IS IT?"

"Your quest –"

"WHAT IS IT?"

"Your quest is to discover the traitorous Mary-Sue and destroy her, Harry Potter. She is a threat to us all. These are the last words I bid you," Jassinandra said softly, and with a small bow of her head, she dissapeared.

"But that's hard," Harry whined. But, of course, she was gone.

"UGH!" Erica whined, entering the room.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Hagrid almost STEPPED on me," she whined.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because he's an IDIOT!" Erica screeched.

Harry took out the Torch! No one could insult Hagrid while he was around!

But it didn't affect her!

"GRR, YOU'RE NOT AN EMBODIMENT OF EVIL!" Harry screamed, wanting the suspense to be over.

"Of course, I'm not," Erica yelled, and even told him who was in her distress but couldn't be heard because a train rumbled through the school.

"DARN IT!" Harry screeched, "I COULDN'T HEAR YOU!"

"You're STUPID!" Erica shrieked, and ran away.

THE END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN

A/N: So, who is it? Aly, Misty, or Kristy? Take your bets, peoples!