Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: All ready to reveal the mystery man? You'll have to wait a little while. Also, sorry that it's late, I have a best friend whose so depressed she's cutting herself, so I've been really worried and taken some time out. Please review though because I need the well wishes.........I've also got depressed and suicidal friends, and I'm having a hard time coping.........not to mention many other problems in my life at the moment...I've recently taken to SI-ing (Self Injuring) as well...only scratching and light cutting.........but I'm just struggling a little.........anyway, here's the next chapter.........hope it's not to depressing!
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'I'm always too late
I see the train leaving
I'm always laughing
When it's not cool to smile
I'm always aiming
But somehow keep missing
So how did you get here
Something is wrong
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
I'm always driving
Forget where I'm going
Should have turned left
But I was signing some song
And I, I am arriving
As everyone's leaving
But there you are waiting
Something is wrong
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
Makes no sense to me
No it isn't clear
But somehow your standing here
Something gets to me
It's that nothing is wrong
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
~~ Where did I go right?
~~ Hilary Duff
*~*~*~*
"GINNY! GINNY!" Ron yelled. He had been scouring the castle for hours, trying to find the red head.
He looked out the window of a room and considered that she might be flying. "Ah well," he muttered. "I'd better check."
~*~*~
Ginny tossed in the snow, things swirling through her head. The cold nibbled at her neck, chilled her hands and froze her brain.
She was thinking of Draco, and this 'Hostia' person. She had already remembered that 'Hostia' meant 'to sacrifice'. He had said something about 'Daddy'. Would his father have killed someone called 'sacrifice'? She turned it in her head.
"What if........." she mused out loud. "What if Draco had a little sister, called Hostia, and his father killed her? No, no person could be that cruel."
"Don't bet on it," Draco sneered behind her. Ginny whipped around, flinching slightly at the sudden movement on her frozen neck. She looked up into his pale grey eyes, a sadness etched into them, slightly bloodshot. His mouth was drawn and Ginny thought he looked paler than usual.
"Sorry?" Ginny queried, plainly confused by his response and worried at his appearance.
"Don't bet that someone wouldn't kill someone else. Particularly my father," Draco replied, glancing up at the sky. Ginny fumbled in her pockets for her gloves.
"So, I'm right then? You had a sister called Hostia?" Ginny asked, watching him closely. At the mention of 'sister' and 'Hostia' he looked at her.
"Sort of," he responded, before returning his gaze to the dark sky.
"Go on," Ginny urged. Draco looked at her for a minute.
"You wouldn't care."
"Try me," she challenged. Draco sighed softly before sitting down on the snow, carefully avoiding Ginny's eyes. Then he began his tale of woe again.
~*~*~
"Draco! That's awful!" Ginny whimpered. Draco shrugged.
"You learn early with my father," he replied simply. Ginny just sat, completely lost in thought over what Draco had just told her. She placed a hand on his, which was resting on his thigh. He laced his with hers and squeezed it.
"I just don't know what I'd do about Hermione," he whispered.
"She'll be fine," Ginny smiled, giving Draco's hand another reassuring squeeze.
"What are you doing with my sister?" a voice suddenly bellowed, making Ginny and Draco spin with fear.
Ron Weasley stood on the first few steps, his face purple with rage, his eyes flashing. Ginny recoiled. She had never seen her brother so mad.
"She was reassuring me about Hermione," Draco responded, connecting eye contact with Ron.
"So, your girlfriend's in hospital and you decide to pick up my little sister?" Ron yelled. Ginny jumped to her feet.
"That's out of line, Ron. He is deeply concerned over our dying friend and I was telling him that she'll be fine," Ginny retorted angrily.
Ron glared at Draco before spinning around and running back into the castle.
~*~*~
The man stepped forward. His dark, jet black and unruly hair stood out. His glasses were askew and a lightening bolt cut was on his head. His emerald green eyes were soft, but Dylan knew they could get angry. Hell, he knew who he was.
"Harry Potter?" Harry tried to smile.
"Yeah? What?"
"Hermione told me about you. She loved you so much," Dylan whispered, looking down at the girl. Harry stepped forward again, nearing Hermione's bed. He looked down at the know-it-all and smiled. She might be thin, but she was still beautiful.
"Oh, 'Mione..." he murmured, picking up one of her hands and caressing it softly. "I'm sorry."
"Get off my girlfriend!" Draco roared, lunging at Harry. Dylan jumped between the pair, restraining the blonde haired one.
"You're Draco Malfoy. She told me about you," Dylan said proudly.
"What about me?" Draco spat viciously.
"That you kissed Ginny. That you loved Hermione but at times didn't seem to know how to show it. That sometimes she wondered if you loved Ginny more than her," Harry said softly. Draco's glare softened as he looked at the boyfriend of the girlfriend he had kissed. Why wasn't Harry angry? "How come you didn't seem to be able to love your girlfriend but mine?"
"Potter, I – "
"I don't want to hear it, Malfoy. I just wished that if you hadn't have had problems with Hermione, then maybe she would be talking to me, not breathing through a ventilator," Harry continued.
"Potter, let me explain!" Draco begged.
"I already said, I don't want to hear it. Get out, go away, kiss Ginny, hell, make love to her if you want! I don't care, just get away from someone who has a heart in millions of fragments."
"Is that how you want it? That I can't even talk to my girlfriend?"
"She wouldn't have run away if she was your girlfriend," Harry pointed out. Draco turned away.
"We had differences," he muttered.
"So, go and sort them out with someone else!" Harry yelled. Draco turned and looked at Harry, tears trickling down his face.
"I'm sorry," he croaked, before turning and fleeing out the Hospital Wing doors.
~*~*~
Draco fled out the doors, not caring who he fell into or hit. Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision. A black dressed figure appeared and grabbed his wrist, pulling him aside. He recognized the hair immediately.
"What are you doing with my sister?" Ron whispered fiercely. He was looking elsewhere and had not yet noticed that Draco was crying.
"She was comforting me," Draco responded coldly.
"Why would she comfort you?"
"I love Hermione just as much as you. I'm scared just as much as you. My girlfriend is sitting in that wing, on death's door. Harry would do the same thing if it was Ginny in there. I needed someone to give me a hug and some support," Draco replied, tears carving lines in his face. Ron decided to look up.
"I always said you were unworthy of Hermione. I always said she should go with someone safe. But she wouldn't listen. If anything happens to her, I'm going to hold you responsible."
"It was her Uncle that took her away, she did that willingly," Draco retorted.
"But you scared her away! You were the one that made her run away in the middle of the night! She had nothing else to live for, so she gave up and went home! It was you that made her go, had you not have fought, then she might still be here, happy and healthy!" Ron yelled. Draco stood and listened, letting Ron calm down. "You," Ron sneered. "You were what made her go. I will never, never forgive you if something happens to her."
"Weasley, I can understand where you're coming from," Draco whispered.
"And then Harry helps you when you have a memory and then I see you with Ginny and.........and........." he sobbed, "and then Ginny broke off with Harry. You have so much, Malfoy, so bloody much, and you throw it away. You and your stupid memories!" Ron screamed. Draco managed to restrain himself from hitting the idiot because he could feel a pair of arms on his elbows. He turned and saw Ginny pulling him back.
"My memories are not stupid. I have had family members die at the hands of evil. Don't you dare say that they are stupid when you don't know what they're about!" Draco bit back another comment, just.
"Draco, come on! Draco!" Ginny was pulling at him, trying to get him not to hit her brother.
Draco spun around to Ginny, pushing her off. She stepped backwards, trembling at the anger flashing in his eyes. He advanced to her and raised his arm, she closed her eyes.
"I don't believe hitting girls' is particularly fair, Mr. Malfoy," Snape sneered, his black robes billowing behind him. "Explain this rubbish, someone?"
"We were having a chat," Draco said through clenched teeth, glaring at Ginny to keep quiet.
"Go Mr. Malfoy before I give you a detention," Snape said icily. Draco turned and glared at his Head of House, before storming off back outside. "As for you two, you're lucky. Don't push Draco, you have no idea of his knowledge of the Dark Arts."
Ron and Ginny nodded, before the Potions master turned and went back to the dungeons. Ginny fell to the floor in relief and sadness, tears unable to pour. Ron rubbed her back, trying to comfort his little sister. Her shoulders quaked, but tears refused to fall.
~*~*~
Dylan excused himself from Hermione's bed, saying he needed some fresh air. Harry nodded and moved closer to him. He stuck out his hand and Dylan stared at it.
"I don't bite," he whispered. Dylan smiled and grasped his hand firmly. They shook twice before Dylan continued to go outside. Harry was left alone and pulled up a chair so that he could sit next to his best friend.
He stroked her cheek, massaging it slightly and allowing the skin to stretch. Her hair was dirty and matted and her forehead had a nasty purple bruise on it. He let his fingers drag themselves across her arms and picked up her hand.
There was a deep breath from the ventilator and then she started choking. Machines went mad, beeping, squealing and yelling. Madam Pomfrey appeared and shooed Harry out. He stood, stunned, until Dumbledore began to pull him out.
"Let her do what she needs to do," Dumbledore said softly, staring through the Hospital Wing doors.
"Is.........is she dying, sir?"
"No, I would say that she took a breath on her own and the machine didn't like it, so everything went out of sequence."
"She took a breath on her own? So she is alive?" Harry asked excitedly.
"She's always been alive, but very little. The fact that she's taken her first breath is encouraging."
Harry turned his gaze back to the bed and watched Pomfrey take the oxygen mask off, allowing Hermione to breathe on her own. He smiled, happy to think that Hermione might pull through yet.
~*~*~
Two weeks dragged by and no change occurred in Hermione. She stayed on her own, breathing by herself, nutrition slowly returning to her body. The nurse was quite pleased with her progress, after all, it was she that said she probably wouldn't last the night.
Ron, Harry, Dylan and Ginny had been taking shifts to watch over her. Draco would be seen occasionally, staring through the doors, but everyone left him alone, allowing him to deal with his grief.
One Thursday, on Ginny's watch, she caught him staring through the glass. She waved for him to come in, but he took no notice. Sighing, Ginny stood up, moaning at her weary limbs, and opened the door to tug Draco in.
"Hermione would love to see you. You've been out there for weeks staring, now come in!" Ginny cooed. Draco stared at her, as if realising that she was there for the first time. She grasped his wrist and pulled him in, leading him over to her bed. Draco tried to smile. She looked better, not much, but better all the same.
"I'm going to get a drink, you stay here," Ginny said, her voice trailing. She didn't know if it was wise to let him stay, but thought he might need the time. He nodded stiffly and she fled from the wing, heading towards the kitchens.
~*~*~
"Hey, gorgeous," Draco murmured, stroking her face. "How are you?"
He waited, as if listening for an answer. He studied her carefully and jumped when her golden eyes fluttered open.
~*~*~
"I have good news and I have bad news," the nurse told the group.
"Good news, then bad," Dumbledore said.
"The good news is that she's woken up," Pomfrey announced. Harry and Ron broke into grins.
"And the bad news?" Draco prompted.
"She doesn't remember anything about herself."
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A/N: Don't ask me when the next chapter will be out. Hopefully soon, but I expected this chapter a month ago. Please review, it doesn't have to be long, I just love getting forty reviews in my inbox! But please don't lose hope! I promise to try and get another chapter up soon, or at least jot ideas down the old fashioned way!
Okeyz, I'll see you next chapter! (ooh, I've got three websites now too! This one, i.e. ff.net., es!
Make sure you sign on to 'Schnoogles'. It's so cool!
By the way, a question that I'm interested in having answered.
How old do you think I am?
I'm interested to see some people's replies, as I'm often told that I write far better than my age! Anyway, tell me what you think and then the next chapter I'll tell you approximately who was closest!
Free milkshakes/hot chocolates and cookies from Dobby and for those old enough, butterbeer from Winky for those who review!
A/N: All ready to reveal the mystery man? You'll have to wait a little while. Also, sorry that it's late, I have a best friend whose so depressed she's cutting herself, so I've been really worried and taken some time out. Please review though because I need the well wishes.........I've also got depressed and suicidal friends, and I'm having a hard time coping.........not to mention many other problems in my life at the moment...I've recently taken to SI-ing (Self Injuring) as well...only scratching and light cutting.........but I'm just struggling a little.........anyway, here's the next chapter.........hope it's not to depressing!
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'I'm always too late
I see the train leaving
I'm always laughing
When it's not cool to smile
I'm always aiming
But somehow keep missing
So how did you get here
Something is wrong
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
I'm always driving
Forget where I'm going
Should have turned left
But I was signing some song
And I, I am arriving
As everyone's leaving
But there you are waiting
Something is wrong
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
Makes no sense to me
No it isn't clear
But somehow your standing here
Something gets to me
It's that nothing is wrong
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
Where did I go right
How did you get here
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know what I did
But somehow now I do
~~ Where did I go right?
~~ Hilary Duff
*~*~*~*
"GINNY! GINNY!" Ron yelled. He had been scouring the castle for hours, trying to find the red head.
He looked out the window of a room and considered that she might be flying. "Ah well," he muttered. "I'd better check."
~*~*~
Ginny tossed in the snow, things swirling through her head. The cold nibbled at her neck, chilled her hands and froze her brain.
She was thinking of Draco, and this 'Hostia' person. She had already remembered that 'Hostia' meant 'to sacrifice'. He had said something about 'Daddy'. Would his father have killed someone called 'sacrifice'? She turned it in her head.
"What if........." she mused out loud. "What if Draco had a little sister, called Hostia, and his father killed her? No, no person could be that cruel."
"Don't bet on it," Draco sneered behind her. Ginny whipped around, flinching slightly at the sudden movement on her frozen neck. She looked up into his pale grey eyes, a sadness etched into them, slightly bloodshot. His mouth was drawn and Ginny thought he looked paler than usual.
"Sorry?" Ginny queried, plainly confused by his response and worried at his appearance.
"Don't bet that someone wouldn't kill someone else. Particularly my father," Draco replied, glancing up at the sky. Ginny fumbled in her pockets for her gloves.
"So, I'm right then? You had a sister called Hostia?" Ginny asked, watching him closely. At the mention of 'sister' and 'Hostia' he looked at her.
"Sort of," he responded, before returning his gaze to the dark sky.
"Go on," Ginny urged. Draco looked at her for a minute.
"You wouldn't care."
"Try me," she challenged. Draco sighed softly before sitting down on the snow, carefully avoiding Ginny's eyes. Then he began his tale of woe again.
~*~*~
"Draco! That's awful!" Ginny whimpered. Draco shrugged.
"You learn early with my father," he replied simply. Ginny just sat, completely lost in thought over what Draco had just told her. She placed a hand on his, which was resting on his thigh. He laced his with hers and squeezed it.
"I just don't know what I'd do about Hermione," he whispered.
"She'll be fine," Ginny smiled, giving Draco's hand another reassuring squeeze.
"What are you doing with my sister?" a voice suddenly bellowed, making Ginny and Draco spin with fear.
Ron Weasley stood on the first few steps, his face purple with rage, his eyes flashing. Ginny recoiled. She had never seen her brother so mad.
"She was reassuring me about Hermione," Draco responded, connecting eye contact with Ron.
"So, your girlfriend's in hospital and you decide to pick up my little sister?" Ron yelled. Ginny jumped to her feet.
"That's out of line, Ron. He is deeply concerned over our dying friend and I was telling him that she'll be fine," Ginny retorted angrily.
Ron glared at Draco before spinning around and running back into the castle.
~*~*~
The man stepped forward. His dark, jet black and unruly hair stood out. His glasses were askew and a lightening bolt cut was on his head. His emerald green eyes were soft, but Dylan knew they could get angry. Hell, he knew who he was.
"Harry Potter?" Harry tried to smile.
"Yeah? What?"
"Hermione told me about you. She loved you so much," Dylan whispered, looking down at the girl. Harry stepped forward again, nearing Hermione's bed. He looked down at the know-it-all and smiled. She might be thin, but she was still beautiful.
"Oh, 'Mione..." he murmured, picking up one of her hands and caressing it softly. "I'm sorry."
"Get off my girlfriend!" Draco roared, lunging at Harry. Dylan jumped between the pair, restraining the blonde haired one.
"You're Draco Malfoy. She told me about you," Dylan said proudly.
"What about me?" Draco spat viciously.
"That you kissed Ginny. That you loved Hermione but at times didn't seem to know how to show it. That sometimes she wondered if you loved Ginny more than her," Harry said softly. Draco's glare softened as he looked at the boyfriend of the girlfriend he had kissed. Why wasn't Harry angry? "How come you didn't seem to be able to love your girlfriend but mine?"
"Potter, I – "
"I don't want to hear it, Malfoy. I just wished that if you hadn't have had problems with Hermione, then maybe she would be talking to me, not breathing through a ventilator," Harry continued.
"Potter, let me explain!" Draco begged.
"I already said, I don't want to hear it. Get out, go away, kiss Ginny, hell, make love to her if you want! I don't care, just get away from someone who has a heart in millions of fragments."
"Is that how you want it? That I can't even talk to my girlfriend?"
"She wouldn't have run away if she was your girlfriend," Harry pointed out. Draco turned away.
"We had differences," he muttered.
"So, go and sort them out with someone else!" Harry yelled. Draco turned and looked at Harry, tears trickling down his face.
"I'm sorry," he croaked, before turning and fleeing out the Hospital Wing doors.
~*~*~
Draco fled out the doors, not caring who he fell into or hit. Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision. A black dressed figure appeared and grabbed his wrist, pulling him aside. He recognized the hair immediately.
"What are you doing with my sister?" Ron whispered fiercely. He was looking elsewhere and had not yet noticed that Draco was crying.
"She was comforting me," Draco responded coldly.
"Why would she comfort you?"
"I love Hermione just as much as you. I'm scared just as much as you. My girlfriend is sitting in that wing, on death's door. Harry would do the same thing if it was Ginny in there. I needed someone to give me a hug and some support," Draco replied, tears carving lines in his face. Ron decided to look up.
"I always said you were unworthy of Hermione. I always said she should go with someone safe. But she wouldn't listen. If anything happens to her, I'm going to hold you responsible."
"It was her Uncle that took her away, she did that willingly," Draco retorted.
"But you scared her away! You were the one that made her run away in the middle of the night! She had nothing else to live for, so she gave up and went home! It was you that made her go, had you not have fought, then she might still be here, happy and healthy!" Ron yelled. Draco stood and listened, letting Ron calm down. "You," Ron sneered. "You were what made her go. I will never, never forgive you if something happens to her."
"Weasley, I can understand where you're coming from," Draco whispered.
"And then Harry helps you when you have a memory and then I see you with Ginny and.........and........." he sobbed, "and then Ginny broke off with Harry. You have so much, Malfoy, so bloody much, and you throw it away. You and your stupid memories!" Ron screamed. Draco managed to restrain himself from hitting the idiot because he could feel a pair of arms on his elbows. He turned and saw Ginny pulling him back.
"My memories are not stupid. I have had family members die at the hands of evil. Don't you dare say that they are stupid when you don't know what they're about!" Draco bit back another comment, just.
"Draco, come on! Draco!" Ginny was pulling at him, trying to get him not to hit her brother.
Draco spun around to Ginny, pushing her off. She stepped backwards, trembling at the anger flashing in his eyes. He advanced to her and raised his arm, she closed her eyes.
"I don't believe hitting girls' is particularly fair, Mr. Malfoy," Snape sneered, his black robes billowing behind him. "Explain this rubbish, someone?"
"We were having a chat," Draco said through clenched teeth, glaring at Ginny to keep quiet.
"Go Mr. Malfoy before I give you a detention," Snape said icily. Draco turned and glared at his Head of House, before storming off back outside. "As for you two, you're lucky. Don't push Draco, you have no idea of his knowledge of the Dark Arts."
Ron and Ginny nodded, before the Potions master turned and went back to the dungeons. Ginny fell to the floor in relief and sadness, tears unable to pour. Ron rubbed her back, trying to comfort his little sister. Her shoulders quaked, but tears refused to fall.
~*~*~
Dylan excused himself from Hermione's bed, saying he needed some fresh air. Harry nodded and moved closer to him. He stuck out his hand and Dylan stared at it.
"I don't bite," he whispered. Dylan smiled and grasped his hand firmly. They shook twice before Dylan continued to go outside. Harry was left alone and pulled up a chair so that he could sit next to his best friend.
He stroked her cheek, massaging it slightly and allowing the skin to stretch. Her hair was dirty and matted and her forehead had a nasty purple bruise on it. He let his fingers drag themselves across her arms and picked up her hand.
There was a deep breath from the ventilator and then she started choking. Machines went mad, beeping, squealing and yelling. Madam Pomfrey appeared and shooed Harry out. He stood, stunned, until Dumbledore began to pull him out.
"Let her do what she needs to do," Dumbledore said softly, staring through the Hospital Wing doors.
"Is.........is she dying, sir?"
"No, I would say that she took a breath on her own and the machine didn't like it, so everything went out of sequence."
"She took a breath on her own? So she is alive?" Harry asked excitedly.
"She's always been alive, but very little. The fact that she's taken her first breath is encouraging."
Harry turned his gaze back to the bed and watched Pomfrey take the oxygen mask off, allowing Hermione to breathe on her own. He smiled, happy to think that Hermione might pull through yet.
~*~*~
Two weeks dragged by and no change occurred in Hermione. She stayed on her own, breathing by herself, nutrition slowly returning to her body. The nurse was quite pleased with her progress, after all, it was she that said she probably wouldn't last the night.
Ron, Harry, Dylan and Ginny had been taking shifts to watch over her. Draco would be seen occasionally, staring through the doors, but everyone left him alone, allowing him to deal with his grief.
One Thursday, on Ginny's watch, she caught him staring through the glass. She waved for him to come in, but he took no notice. Sighing, Ginny stood up, moaning at her weary limbs, and opened the door to tug Draco in.
"Hermione would love to see you. You've been out there for weeks staring, now come in!" Ginny cooed. Draco stared at her, as if realising that she was there for the first time. She grasped his wrist and pulled him in, leading him over to her bed. Draco tried to smile. She looked better, not much, but better all the same.
"I'm going to get a drink, you stay here," Ginny said, her voice trailing. She didn't know if it was wise to let him stay, but thought he might need the time. He nodded stiffly and she fled from the wing, heading towards the kitchens.
~*~*~
"Hey, gorgeous," Draco murmured, stroking her face. "How are you?"
He waited, as if listening for an answer. He studied her carefully and jumped when her golden eyes fluttered open.
~*~*~
"I have good news and I have bad news," the nurse told the group.
"Good news, then bad," Dumbledore said.
"The good news is that she's woken up," Pomfrey announced. Harry and Ron broke into grins.
"And the bad news?" Draco prompted.
"She doesn't remember anything about herself."
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A/N: Don't ask me when the next chapter will be out. Hopefully soon, but I expected this chapter a month ago. Please review, it doesn't have to be long, I just love getting forty reviews in my inbox! But please don't lose hope! I promise to try and get another chapter up soon, or at least jot ideas down the old fashioned way!
Okeyz, I'll see you next chapter! (ooh, I've got three websites now too! This one, i.e. ff.net., es!
Make sure you sign on to 'Schnoogles'. It's so cool!
By the way, a question that I'm interested in having answered.
How old do you think I am?
I'm interested to see some people's replies, as I'm often told that I write far better than my age! Anyway, tell me what you think and then the next chapter I'll tell you approximately who was closest!
Free milkshakes/hot chocolates and cookies from Dobby and for those old enough, butterbeer from Winky for those who review!