We have almost reached the end. Probably about 2 or 3 more chapters of this story. I hope you liked it. It's the longest thing I've ever written, and just think how long it could have been if I had used descriptions. But I always forget them. Someday I may re-write this with them, but who knows when that will be. Now, enjoy!


Chapter 13 (unlucky!)

"Hello, Joe." the voice muttered.

"Harry."

"Quiet Joe. I feel you have been disrespecting me, and we can't have that now can we Joe?"

"Harry."

"But I'm willing to ignore the fact that you constantly undermine my authority, and let it pass for one thing, Joe."

"Harry." Harry was getting angry. Who was this mysterious, yet sexy and deep voice?

"Take me now Joe," Neville shrieked as he stepped out of the shadows. "Or I will release a great evil on you!"

"Harry!" He was confused. He had just been in the library a moment ago. Why was he randomly placed in this part of the story? And how were we on chapter 13 without actually having a plot? Maybe I should just fill the rest with my shopping list? Wait, these aren't Harry's thoughts, they're mine! And now the weather!

"Neville, why are you calling me Joe?"

"Oh, Harry. Didn't see you there. Sorry about that. I just drank a bottle of chocolate sauce and seemed to have misplaced my glasses."

"You don't wear glasses?"

"Oh, right. I must have misplaced yours." Neville swiftly stole Harry's glasses, skilfully poking him in the eye too, and skateboarded down the hallway into a car. "Who left this in my heroic exit?"

Harry was blind. He had often fooled people into believing he could see perfectly, but in truth, he couldn't see his own hand. Probably since it was often down his trousers, but even when it wasn't, he walked into walls. He slowly stumbled down the hall over an unconscious Neville to the common room in search of help.

"Well, boys. What have you discovered for me?"

"What? Now I'm in the library again? Stop this random moving!"

"Quiet Potter. The beast knows you're after him. I believe we are on the right track now. You have the only 3 mind control potions which are pink and pretty. Some would say they are pretty in pink, but I think they are more radiant in my trousers. I mean to say, we now have narrowed down what the cure could be. Draco, if you please."

The spotlight which had been softly illuminating Snape's nose swerved to Draco, who was posing to a little pocket mirror. He quickly put it away and read his notes.

"Shimmer ma himer, choke down my dinner, drink this potion and you'll be a winner. This one is both fruity and pink. The drinker becomes very hot and bothered, prone to taking off their clothes."

"Excellent. Now, potion number two." Harry giggled. Snape slapped him.

"Is the lady of the house around? What's that, you say she can't be found? Hush, quiet, don't make a sound. As I cup your ass all nice and round. This one is pink and bubbly, lovely jubley, makes people want to... cuddley? Who wrote these notes?" Snape slapped Draco. "Oh, yeah, it was me. I want to be a rapper when I'm older."

"Fine, carry on."

"At the head of the table lies my girl, she knows that she got style. The headmaster sits and watches her, reading her permanent file. Now drop the beat." Draco broke out into his incredible beat boxing moves and impressed the library dwellers, at least until a tape recorder fell out his pockets. "Umm, yeah. That."

"Hmmm, this muggle item is working normally, when they don't normally in Hogwarts. Too much magic in the air. Curiouser and curiouser. Does any one else know of electrical muggle items working in the castle?" Snape questioned in the general direction of Draco and Harry.

"Yeah my vibrator has been working most of the year." Draco sang.

"Hmmm, Potter. Go to your tower while I go with Draco to investigate this vibrator miracle." Harry shuddered. Snape slapped him.

(And the plot thickens! Then again, so does the author!)

Hermionie paced the common room. The solution was so close she could taste it. No, that was her hair. She stopped her ferocious munching to gaze out the window.

"Oh, a party. Wonder why I didn't notice that before. Maybe I should go study people's movements to find something unusual that they all do. Then I could find the cure, and be named the greatest witch of all time! Or I could just go and get drunk."

Ron was alone. The forest was a large and scary place. He had already walked in on two centaur mating rituals and Hagrid's own personal rituals. But what was that he heard. The amazing noise of techno! It had been so long since he heard the sweet sound of music. He followed the noise till he saw the party.

Snape had just left Draco's room. All his kinky little machines worked. He knew there was something wrong with that, but it all felt so damn good. He fixed his hair back onto his head and walked to the window where the moon shone down on a party. Joy, how he loved a techological party. He had given up throwing them since it took so many charms to make his stereo immune to the magic. He went to go join the party.

Chapter 13 (unlucky!)

"Hello, Joe." the voice muttered.

"Harry."

"Quiet Joe. I feel you have been disrespecting me, and we can't have that now can we Joe?"

"Harry."

"But I'm willing to ignore the fact that you constantly undermine my authority, and let it pass for one thing, Joe."

"Harry." Harry was getting angry. Who was this mysterious, yet sexy and deep voice?

"Take me now Joe," Neville shrieked as he stepped out of the shadows. "Or I will release a great evil on you!"

"Harry!" He was confused. He had just been in the library a moment ago. Why was he randomly placed in this part of the story? And how were we on chapter 13 without actually having a plot? Maybe I should just fill the rest with my shopping list? Wait, these aren't Harry's thoughts, they're mine! And now the weather!

"Neville, why are you calling me Joe?"

"Oh, Harry. Didn't see you there. Sorry about that. I just drank a bottle of chocolate sauce and seemed to have misplaced my glasses."

"You don't wear glasses?"

"Oh, right. I must have misplaced yours." Neville swiftly stole Harry's glasses, skilfully poking him in the eye too, and skateboarded down the hallway into a car. "Who left this in my heroic exit?"

Harry was blind. He had often fooled people into believing he could see perfectly, but in truth, he couldn't see his own hand. Probably since it was often down his trousers, but even when it wasn't, he walked into walls. He slowly stumbled down the hall over an unconscious Neville to the common room in search of help.

"Well, boys. What have you discovered for me?"

"What? Now I'm in the library again? Stop this random moving!"

"Quiet Potter. The beast knows you're after him. I believe we are on the right track now. You have the only 3 mind control potions which are pink and pretty. Some would say they are pretty in pink, but I think they are more radiant in my trousers. I mean to say, we now have narrowed down what the cure could be. Draco, if you please."

The spotlight which had been softly illuminating Snape's nose swerved to Draco, who was posing to a little pocket mirror. He quickly put it away and read his notes.

"Shimmer ma himer, choke down my dinner, drink this potion and you'll be a winner. This one is both fruity and pink. The drinker becomes very hot and bothered, prone to taking off their clothes."

"Excellent. Now, potion number two." Harry giggled. Snape slapped him.

"Is the lady of the house around? What's that, you say she can't be found? Hush, quiet, don't make a sound. As I cup your ass all nice and round. This one is pink and bubbly, lovely jubley, makes people want to... cuddley? Who wrote these notes?" Snape slapped Draco. "Oh, yeah, it was me. I want to be a rapper when I'm older."

"Fine, carry on."

"At the head of the table lies my girl, she knows that she got style. The headmaster sits and watches her, reading her permanent file. Now drop the beat." Draco broke out into his incredible beat boxing moves and impressed the library dwellers, at least until a tape recorder fell out his pockets. "Umm, yeah. That."

"Hmmm, this muggle item is working normally, when they don't normally in Hogwarts. Too much magic in the air. Curiouser and curiouser. Does any one else know of electrical muggle items working in the castle?" Snape questioned in the general direction of Draco and Harry.

"Yeah my vibrator has been working most of the year." Draco sang.

"Hmmm, Potter. Go to your tower while I go with Draco to investigate this vibrator miracle." Harry shuddered. Snape slapped him.

(And the plot thickens! Then again, so does the author!)

Hermionie paced the common room. The solution was so close she could taste it. No, that was her hair. She stopped her ferocious munching to gaze out the window.

"Oh, a party. Wonder why I didn't notice that before. Maybe I should go study people's movements to find something unusual that they all do. Then I could find the cure, and be named the greatest witch of all time! Or I could just go and get drunk."

Ron was alone. The forest was a large and scary place. He had already walked in on two centaur mating rituals and Hagrid's own personal rituals. But what was that he heard. The amazing noise of techno! It had been so long since he heard the sweet sound of music. He followed the noise till he saw the party.

Snape had just left Draco's room. All his kinky little machines worked. He knew there was something wrong with that, but it all felt so damn good. He fixed his hair back onto his head and walked to the window where the moon shone down on a party. Joy, how he loved a techological party. He had given up throwing them since it took so many charms to make his stereo immune to the magic. He went to go join the party.