Snapshots Chapter 7: With Luck on His Side, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: I am sooooo sorry for not updating in months! But I finally got me a brand spankin' new computer! I named it Sirius in loving memory. I hope people are still reading this. –sigh- Well, on with the fic!

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xxSnapshotsxChapter 6: With Luck on His Sidexx

Recap:

One of the showers turned off and the sliding of small rings could be heard as the shower curtain was drawn back. From there current position, neither Colin nor Harry were in the actual line of vision of said shower, but Harry could most definitely see into the mirror across from the showers. And as he watched, Ginny stepped out of the shower, a fluffy white towel barely covering her. Harry was so busy fighting down the mother of all blushes that the flash of light from Colin's camera as he took a picture of the image in the mirror never even registered in his head.

Avery blinked and looked for the source of the flash that was magnified by the mirrors across from the showers. Ginny was busy detangling her mane of hair, eyes closed and oblivious as she pulled her brush through a particularly nasty spot. Her attention was grabbed by a movement in the mirror's reflection – a movement that came from over by the lockers.

Ginny wiped at the steamy mirror and cleared a patch just wide enough to give Avery a clear view of the intruders: Harry Potter and Colin Creevey. In all actuality, this posed her no discomfort since she knew Harry was ga-ga over Ginny and it was a confirmed fact that Colin preferred to drive on the other side of the road.

But, of course, it was Ginny who was being ogled, poor girl. Yelling would be the appropriate course of action at this point, and it would give Ginny a fair warning. Plus, Avery was wondering what Ginny's reaction would be; would she turn the color of her hair and flee, or hex them beyond recovery? Smirking mischievously, she screamed shrilly, "PERVERTS!"

Ginny's eyes snapped open and she whipped around, hurling her brush at the retreating figure near the lockers. "Hey! Watch where you're throwing things!" someone shouted back as her brush made contact and the locker room door swung open and closed seconds late.

Ginny blinked owlishly and looked over to Avery, taking in her flushed face and mistaking it for embarrassment instead of the actuality of the situation, which was lack of air from trying not to laugh out loud. "Relax Ave, it was only Colin."

"Yeah…excuse me a moment," Avery said as she pulled her jumper over her head and dashed out the door behind Colin and, unbeknownst to Ginny, Harry.

"Ahem." Harry and Colin froze in their tracks as the girl behind them cleared her throat sternly. They turned about face, expressions pale and horror-stricken. Avery stood in front of them, twirling her wand absently as she glared at them.

"I'm curious. How do you think Ginny would react were she to find out that she was being ogled and photographed naked by you two creeps?" she asked casually, but with a threatening undertone.

"First off, she wasn't completely naked, she had a towel on. Secondly, I was merely helping Harry to carry out his revenge upon Miss Weasley," Colin informed her matter-of-factly.

Avery cocked her head to the side questioningly, "Revenge for what exactly?"

Inhaling dramatically, he explained, "Poor Harry here was seduced by our dear friend and crudely taken advantage of after the match yesterday."

Avery's twirling stopped abruptly as she pointed it menacingly at Colin's throat, "Even if that were the case, which I highly doubt it is, you and I both know that Harry would've loved every millisecond of it and would therefore have no reason to exact said revenge."

"Touché," Colin replied, sighing in defeat. Behind him, Harry crossed his arms indignantly, blushing furiously.

Avery sighed and looked behind her at the locker room door. "You've obviously got some scheme in the making Colin, so I'll refrain from interfering for the time being. I will, however, hex the both of you in Ginny's stead as you so rightly deserve," she told as she turned back around, grinning maliciously.

Strike one.

Harry and Colin stumbled back over to the boys' side of the locker amid much hysterics. Jelly-leg cursed and hiccupping soapy bubbles, Colin fell face first against the lockers and slid squeakily to the floor. The other boys were trying not to bust their guts from laughing so hard as they looked on.

"H-Harry! You – you've got – bubblegum pink hair!" Seamus announced between guffaws. Harry dashed over to the mirror and went to run his fingers through his newly colored hair, only to find that his hand was now stuck to his head.

"It isn't bubblegum pink," he said darkly while trying to yank his hand free, "it is bubblegum." Even amidst their ecstatic laughter, they still managed to give him a befuddled look.

"What'd you say Harry?" Dean asked through his pitifully hidden snickers.

"My hair! She turned it into bubblegum!" Harry explained exasperatedly, wincing as he accidentally slammed his head into the wall.

Jake fell to the floor gasping for air, "Sorry mate – but we don't – speak German!" And he was consumed by more air-lacking laughter.

"Ach was soll's!" was Harry bewildered response. "Wo bleibt er nur?"

"Where's Ron…?" Colin asked belatedly from his position on the floor, gagging at the aftertaste of soap left from the bubble he'd just burped up.

"Consider your arse's bloody well lucky," Dean said after a few laughter filled minutes, "he forgot something out on the pitch and missed your little locker room adventure. And, I must say, from the looks –and sounds - of things, he'd have good reason to knock your two's lights out. We could hear Ave screaming all the way in here." Colin and Harry both sighed in relief.

Strike two.

Harry gulped as he looked at the photo Colin had handed him mere moments ago down in the common room. He should get rid of it. Tear it to shreds. Throw it in the fire. He was Harry Potter after all; noble, savior Harry Potter. But instead he placed it under his pillow, out of sight of his dorm mates – mainly Ron. What could be said? He was a teenage boy after all, and teenage boys – no matter how noble – didn't get rid of pictures that contained their crush pretty much in the buff.

With a sigh, he turned and made his way out of the dorm, passing Ron at the door. "Oy, Harry, you seen that Krum action figure I had? I had it out the other day, was going to throw in the common room fire and watch it burn, but Hermione was down there, so I left it somewhere – no clue where that was though."

Tensing slightly, Harry answered, "Not that I can remember. Did you check your trunk?"

"Just about to. See you at lunch, then?" Harry nodded and quickly fled down the stairs. Somehow, he found that he couldn't look his best friend in the eye. It might have to do with the fact that Harry had been peeping at his younger sister in the nude.

Ron went over and kicked open his trunk, scrounging through its contents in search of the missing armless Krum. Grumbling to himself, he moved on to his bedside table, throwing the items atop it into the growing pile at the foot of his bed. Still having no success, he began to rifle through his bed covers, shaking them out thoroughly. Sighing with frustration, he turned to Harry's bed and looked under it then picked up the pillow lying oh-so-innocently on the bed.

The door opened, drawing Ron's attention to it, just as he lifted the pillow on Harry's bed. He turned to see Dean and Seamus enter the dorm followed closely by Neville. "Any of you three seen that Krum action figure I had the other day?" he asked, dropping the pillow and conveniently not catching sight of the incriminating photo below.

"The one that's missing an arm? I tripped over it this morning, sorry. I think I kicked it over there somewhere," Neville answered sheepishly, pointing to Dean's bed on the other side of Ron's.

Ron rushed over in that direction dropping down on his knees and pulling the Krum doll out from under the bed and crying triumphantly, "Success!" He then ran back out of the door, a strange gleam in his eyes.

Strike three.

What the hell!? Where's he [Ron] got to?

A/N: -is singing Real Emotion- Anybody catch on to the strikes? Goes with the title. Another hint: next chapter's title is You're Out – Found Out That Is. Is it all becoming clear? Probably not. It's the product of a massively sleep-deprived brain. Three minutes until Saturday and I still need to go back and read over it. Said I'd have it up by Friday. Well, it should be up Saturday morning at least. Once again, so sorry for the wait! REVIEW! Only two more chappies to go, review, and I'll have the next one out by next Friday (the…uh…-goes to check the calendar- 23). Ciao.

Phaerie

B/N: Right then. I beta-ed for spelling and grammatical errors seeing as how I can remember absolutely nothing about the previous chapters. Seems funny, and I KNOW I've read the other chapters before. Ah well. Enjoyed it, Aj. Kiki out.

A/N: THANKS KIKI! I owe you Pocky.