Thank you to all my luvverly reviewers. Welcome to my fanfic
StarMoonBunny. And Orlando Bloom isn't a god. He just thinks he is, and
is warping everyone else's mind to think he is. But some of us here know
better. Thanks to Sirius Sweetie, for even mentioning what I asked you all
to review about (aka the table arrangements, hehe it's really stupid I
know). PIPPINpIRATE, you rock! Orlando Bloom is evil! Suuki-Adrea-
thankee, luvverly review. All in good time young grasshopper. They're not
just going to tell everyone if no one suspects them. And I kinda forgot
about them, so I'll put in more hints for our poor heroes. I won't post
the answer to the table thing, because I can't find it, and because no one
guessed. Uh, this chapters gonna have a lot of romance, so if anyone is
getting sick of it, just let me know and I'll cut back. I really can't
help it. I'm thinking of changing my username, so help me out. If u like
Mitten of Insanity better than Aurora Moonsong, tell me, or if u have any
other suggestions. And no, Lucy, I will not change it to Fickle Birdy.
Anyway, hope you enjoy, everyone needs to go out, rent Amadeus and watch
it, and on with the show!
"Well that was stupid. They were standing right next to Harry, why didn't they just grab him?" Colin demanded. Voldemort stuck his head back in the hall and stuck his tongue out at the young boy.
"It's all part of my master plan, idiot. You have no idea why my brilliant scheme will work, but it will! MWAHAHAHAHAAA ah, ack cough," the evil cackle diminished into a hacking fit. By the time Voldy had recovered, the whole hall was laughing. "I really need to work on the that," he muttered, and disappeared.
"It doesn't matter why they did it!" Harry moaned. "What matters is how we get her back!"
"I'm afraid that's not possible Harry," Dumbledore said quietly.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Because it would require finding where they were taking Elizabeth, which would probably be the main headquarters of the Death Eaters, then we would have to either sneak into their headquarters, or mount a full scale attack on it, neither of which do we have the resources or ability to do. I'm sorry, we can't do anything. I will notify Cornelius Fudge immediately, but it's likely he won't do anything. It's the best I can do. Please don't try anything yourself, that would be stupid," Dumbledore turned from Harry and addressed the student body. "Please return to your dorms immediately, the teachers will spend the rest of the night searching the castle to see if any of the Death Eaters have remained behind and are still in the castle. Thank you,"
A soft chatter started as the students made their way to the dorms. Harry was crying softly (A disembodied voice yelled "WIMP!" and pelted him with rotten fruit), Ron was teasing him about being a wuss, Jack was trying to talk to Hermione, Hermione was ignoring Jack, Merry, Pippin, Fred and George were discussing how they could profit from this encounter, and disturbingly, Aragorn and Will were making out. Arwen was trailing sadly along behind them and tapping Aragorn on the shoulder.
"Aragorn, honey? Aragorn! ARAGORN! Stop exhibiting your homosexual tendencies! Remember, the therapist said you could move past this!" Aragorn stopped snogging the pants off Will (not literally you sicko!) long enough to give her a long, long, look. Arwen got the hint and went off to change into a long sequiny gown. As she was leaving she passed a random Gryffindor holding a boom box. It was playing "Holding Out for a Hero" by Frou Frou.
"STOP PLAYING THAT!" she yelled, in a very spazzy kind of way. "I'm NOT holding out for a hero! I'm perfectly fine! Why do you all keep looking at me all weird?" she snapped at no one. A random Hufflepuff passed by and she pulled her sunglasses (which she just happened to be wearing) down and raised her eyebrows at him.
"Call me," she mouthed at him.
"Get your hormones in check you fickle birdie!" the narrator yelled at Arwen, who started pouting and went off to change.
Meanwhile, Harry was currently in his dormitory with Ron. Harry was busily giving Ron a manicure and pedicure and eating chocolate, and Ron.... Ron was just enjoying it all.
"Harry? Remind me why we, two macho, sophisticated, devilishly handsome (and eligible, ladies) Hogwarts bachelors are doing this?" Ron asked. Harry's big, soulful green eyes filled up with fat tears.
"I'm NOT eligible! My girlfriend's been kidnapped by VOLDEMORT! (At this all the Gryffindors stuck their heads into the dorm and gasped) GET OUT YOU FREAKS! And I'm depressed, so I need to eat chocolate and do someone's nails,"
"Oh, I forgot, there's only one macho, sophisticated, devilishly handsome guy in this room," Ron replied, sticking his head out the door and winking at all the people eavesdropping on them. All the girls in the crowd swooned and the guys gave Ron dirty looks.
"Sorry, mates." And with that he went back inside. Harry was now pulling his messy hair into small pigtails on either side of his head. Ron walked over and pulled his hands down, keeping hold of them and leading Harry over to Seamus' empty bed. He sat Harry down.
"Harry, you know that you're my best friend, and I can tell you anything?" Harry nodded, licking his lip glossed lips. (A/N- Harry can't deal with grief very well.) Ron leaned a smidge closer.
"Harry, I've wanted to say this ever since we saved Sirius last year. I spent all summer thinking about it, and I think now's the time to say something that (hopefully) you will take to heart." Harry nodded puzzledly. (A/N- you all think Ron's gay, don't you?)
"GET A LIFE!!!!" Harry looked shocked. Ron shook his head sadly.
"Honestly, every time something bad happens you get out the kit and masquerade around Hogsmeade. And while I'll be the first to admit you make an attractive female... It's not right! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MAN!" Harry's eyes started filling up with tears.
"You, you don't like the way I deal with things?" he sniffed, and pulled himself together as his mascara started to run. "Well then we don't have to be friends anymore. Good bye!" Harry threw himself dramatically out the door, slamming it behind him. There was a pause, then the effect was ruined by Harry's voice coming through the door saying, "Why are all these people out here?"
Meanwhile Jack was attempting to talk to Hermione, who was determinedly ignoring him.
"Come on 'Mione, what did I do?" he begged. In response she threw him a look that said, "If you're too stupid to figure it out, you don't deserve to know," He sighed dejectedly, hoping someone might take pity on him and tell him what he had done wrong. He had acted properly heroic, not panicking as the other students had, and had calmly handled the situation, protecting Hermione, and killing some of the Death Eaters in the process. What could be bad about that? "Please tell me?" he begged, but she just kept on walking. Finally he gave up, and dropped back to talk to Fred and George.
"Wha' did I do mates? Everythin' was goin' perfectly, now she won' even speak to me," Jack gazed at the twins, pleading them to tell him what was wrong. They were staring at him rather strangely.
"Jack, you killed two people right in front of her. Hermione's never seen anyone die before, it really shocked her that you could do something like that without thinking." Fred told him, showing surprising knowledge of Hermione's mind. Physco stalker!
"But-but, I was protecting her, I was doing the right thing. I-ok, I'll stop now, nothing I can do about what I've already done. Now I just have to come up with some way to get her to like me again. Hmmmmmm," Jack started stroking his beard in that really creepy physco stalker-ish way.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch (I love that phrase), Merry and Pippin had decided to drink as a celebration of the hard-earned victory over the Death Eaters. They were sitting in their dorm, passing around ale from the Green Dragon that they had brought with them. They were singing that luvverly song from the Return of the King, that I wish I knew all the words to, bad sadly don't.
"You can drink your fancy ales, you can drink them by the flagon. But the only brew for the brave and true, comes from the Green Dragon!"
"Good times, good times," the narrator butted in.
"Wha'" Pip asked.
"Nothing, nothing, just forget I said that," so they did, and they drank the night away, until Professor Sprout came in and gave them all detention again.
So, do you all love my luvverly chapter? Or are u completely sick of romance, and want me to get on with the plot? Do u think it sucked beyond belief? I really don't care what u think, just so long as u leave it in a review. Wait, that didn't sound right. I meant I only care about what u think if u leave it in a review. However, a hint. Glowing reviews, or plot suggestions make me write more than "This sucked beyond belief".
"Well that was stupid. They were standing right next to Harry, why didn't they just grab him?" Colin demanded. Voldemort stuck his head back in the hall and stuck his tongue out at the young boy.
"It's all part of my master plan, idiot. You have no idea why my brilliant scheme will work, but it will! MWAHAHAHAHAAA ah, ack cough," the evil cackle diminished into a hacking fit. By the time Voldy had recovered, the whole hall was laughing. "I really need to work on the that," he muttered, and disappeared.
"It doesn't matter why they did it!" Harry moaned. "What matters is how we get her back!"
"I'm afraid that's not possible Harry," Dumbledore said quietly.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Because it would require finding where they were taking Elizabeth, which would probably be the main headquarters of the Death Eaters, then we would have to either sneak into their headquarters, or mount a full scale attack on it, neither of which do we have the resources or ability to do. I'm sorry, we can't do anything. I will notify Cornelius Fudge immediately, but it's likely he won't do anything. It's the best I can do. Please don't try anything yourself, that would be stupid," Dumbledore turned from Harry and addressed the student body. "Please return to your dorms immediately, the teachers will spend the rest of the night searching the castle to see if any of the Death Eaters have remained behind and are still in the castle. Thank you,"
A soft chatter started as the students made their way to the dorms. Harry was crying softly (A disembodied voice yelled "WIMP!" and pelted him with rotten fruit), Ron was teasing him about being a wuss, Jack was trying to talk to Hermione, Hermione was ignoring Jack, Merry, Pippin, Fred and George were discussing how they could profit from this encounter, and disturbingly, Aragorn and Will were making out. Arwen was trailing sadly along behind them and tapping Aragorn on the shoulder.
"Aragorn, honey? Aragorn! ARAGORN! Stop exhibiting your homosexual tendencies! Remember, the therapist said you could move past this!" Aragorn stopped snogging the pants off Will (not literally you sicko!) long enough to give her a long, long, look. Arwen got the hint and went off to change into a long sequiny gown. As she was leaving she passed a random Gryffindor holding a boom box. It was playing "Holding Out for a Hero" by Frou Frou.
"STOP PLAYING THAT!" she yelled, in a very spazzy kind of way. "I'm NOT holding out for a hero! I'm perfectly fine! Why do you all keep looking at me all weird?" she snapped at no one. A random Hufflepuff passed by and she pulled her sunglasses (which she just happened to be wearing) down and raised her eyebrows at him.
"Call me," she mouthed at him.
"Get your hormones in check you fickle birdie!" the narrator yelled at Arwen, who started pouting and went off to change.
Meanwhile, Harry was currently in his dormitory with Ron. Harry was busily giving Ron a manicure and pedicure and eating chocolate, and Ron.... Ron was just enjoying it all.
"Harry? Remind me why we, two macho, sophisticated, devilishly handsome (and eligible, ladies) Hogwarts bachelors are doing this?" Ron asked. Harry's big, soulful green eyes filled up with fat tears.
"I'm NOT eligible! My girlfriend's been kidnapped by VOLDEMORT! (At this all the Gryffindors stuck their heads into the dorm and gasped) GET OUT YOU FREAKS! And I'm depressed, so I need to eat chocolate and do someone's nails,"
"Oh, I forgot, there's only one macho, sophisticated, devilishly handsome guy in this room," Ron replied, sticking his head out the door and winking at all the people eavesdropping on them. All the girls in the crowd swooned and the guys gave Ron dirty looks.
"Sorry, mates." And with that he went back inside. Harry was now pulling his messy hair into small pigtails on either side of his head. Ron walked over and pulled his hands down, keeping hold of them and leading Harry over to Seamus' empty bed. He sat Harry down.
"Harry, you know that you're my best friend, and I can tell you anything?" Harry nodded, licking his lip glossed lips. (A/N- Harry can't deal with grief very well.) Ron leaned a smidge closer.
"Harry, I've wanted to say this ever since we saved Sirius last year. I spent all summer thinking about it, and I think now's the time to say something that (hopefully) you will take to heart." Harry nodded puzzledly. (A/N- you all think Ron's gay, don't you?)
"GET A LIFE!!!!" Harry looked shocked. Ron shook his head sadly.
"Honestly, every time something bad happens you get out the kit and masquerade around Hogsmeade. And while I'll be the first to admit you make an attractive female... It's not right! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MAN!" Harry's eyes started filling up with tears.
"You, you don't like the way I deal with things?" he sniffed, and pulled himself together as his mascara started to run. "Well then we don't have to be friends anymore. Good bye!" Harry threw himself dramatically out the door, slamming it behind him. There was a pause, then the effect was ruined by Harry's voice coming through the door saying, "Why are all these people out here?"
Meanwhile Jack was attempting to talk to Hermione, who was determinedly ignoring him.
"Come on 'Mione, what did I do?" he begged. In response she threw him a look that said, "If you're too stupid to figure it out, you don't deserve to know," He sighed dejectedly, hoping someone might take pity on him and tell him what he had done wrong. He had acted properly heroic, not panicking as the other students had, and had calmly handled the situation, protecting Hermione, and killing some of the Death Eaters in the process. What could be bad about that? "Please tell me?" he begged, but she just kept on walking. Finally he gave up, and dropped back to talk to Fred and George.
"Wha' did I do mates? Everythin' was goin' perfectly, now she won' even speak to me," Jack gazed at the twins, pleading them to tell him what was wrong. They were staring at him rather strangely.
"Jack, you killed two people right in front of her. Hermione's never seen anyone die before, it really shocked her that you could do something like that without thinking." Fred told him, showing surprising knowledge of Hermione's mind. Physco stalker!
"But-but, I was protecting her, I was doing the right thing. I-ok, I'll stop now, nothing I can do about what I've already done. Now I just have to come up with some way to get her to like me again. Hmmmmmm," Jack started stroking his beard in that really creepy physco stalker-ish way.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch (I love that phrase), Merry and Pippin had decided to drink as a celebration of the hard-earned victory over the Death Eaters. They were sitting in their dorm, passing around ale from the Green Dragon that they had brought with them. They were singing that luvverly song from the Return of the King, that I wish I knew all the words to, bad sadly don't.
"You can drink your fancy ales, you can drink them by the flagon. But the only brew for the brave and true, comes from the Green Dragon!"
"Good times, good times," the narrator butted in.
"Wha'" Pip asked.
"Nothing, nothing, just forget I said that," so they did, and they drank the night away, until Professor Sprout came in and gave them all detention again.
So, do you all love my luvverly chapter? Or are u completely sick of romance, and want me to get on with the plot? Do u think it sucked beyond belief? I really don't care what u think, just so long as u leave it in a review. Wait, that didn't sound right. I meant I only care about what u think if u leave it in a review. However, a hint. Glowing reviews, or plot suggestions make me write more than "This sucked beyond belief".
