I suppose I can type another chapter tonight. I just came back from a graduation party for my friend and read a few good fanfictions elsewhere on this site, so I figure: Why not? I also had a fun conversation with my friend Knives (it's a nickname) about Amazonian women.

Ron batted away Harry's persistent hand away the next morning. "Ron! C'mon, mate, get up!" Harry cried. His pleas were urgent, but Ron felt that for once maybe his world could revolve around him. This train of thought kept him lazily pushing Harry's hand tricky digits away. With an aggravated scream, Harry turned away and stormed out in a rush.

Ron settled down into his sheets again, glad for the weekend's timing. He was exhausted to his bones. Just as he arrived to the edge between wakefulness and unconsciousness, though, mattress molded to his body in such a way that he could not tell where he ended and it began, a screeching siren blared into every room in the castle.

"BAAAHH!!!!!!!" Ron shouted, tumbling into a great mass of fluff on the floor next to his bed. "Whatinthe? Whyisthe? WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN'S BEARD IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!?!"

Sliding into some spare clothes at the foot of his bed, Ron scrambled out the dormitory into the common room still trying to shove feet into shoes. Abruptly the siren ceased and McGonnagle's shrilly voice replaced it.

"Everyone meet down in the Great Hall immediately! Hogwarts is under attack! I repeat: Hogwarts is under attack!" Ron gaped at the speaking ceiling. Rushing to the portrait hole, he stopped, pushed back through the crowd, and dashed up the dormitory stairs. Ron snatched the wand off the dresser, and clambered back out again.

Important author note!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know, I know! It's short!!! But I need your opinions on something!! After the next little installment of the fic, I'm thinking of having a contest! Basically, I'd have you finish the fic from where I leave off. Which ever I like best gets posted, along with the version I've already written up by me. (I only expect maybe 3 entries, really...and that's only if my two loyal reviewers come through for me, the other would be my friend from the phone call.) You'd be allowed to do pretty much whatever you wanted, with however much time you need to actually do it. I need your opinions on this happening, yes or no, and the amount of time you think you'd need if you actually wanted to do it. One week, two? I have no real clue. I just want to make something fun for all of you out there who, gasp, actually like my writing. What do ya'll think? ME, aka: catc10, who loves all those that review cause they make her feel special.