A/N: Okay, I just want to say thanks for all the people who are reading this, and my reviewers esp.! It is really making me feel nice… lol, as you'll see at the end of the chapter. I hope everyone reads my author notes, though; if you don't some important things will slip through! Like today, this chapter contains big spoilers on the newest Harry Potter book, so BE WARNED! It's funny, but SPOILING….

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7/22/05- HP Trauma

"NOOOOOOO!" I screamed, slamming sounds emitting from my room. "NOOOOOOO!" A sudden large purple and black book went flying out the door of my room, narrowly missing Legolas's face, who was walking innocently by.

"NOOOOOOOO!" I screamed again, and then burst into racking sobs, my head buried in my hands. "How- how could she-" and then my voice cracked and I couldn't go on any longer.

"What- what's wrong, Addie?" asked Legolas, coming to awkwardly stroke my now-long hair, which was currently tied in a ponytail, as it kept getting into my face. (By the way, he's awkward 'cause

he's kinda at a loss at what to call me, as I had this discussion with him… and… you know what? I'll type it up later in the next chapter anyways, for I don't feel like doing it now… heehee. ANYWAYS….)

I shook my head in response to his question, and just continued sobbing.

After ten minutes of such unintelligent conversations, with me being mute the whole time anyways, Legolas walked out to pick up the now-battered book I had thrown out the door. Flipping it over, he first saw the picture of some old guy in little glasses, and then this dark-haired boy next to him with bigger glasses. "Gandalf and FRODO!" he almost said, but then decided against it. Flipping through the book, he skimmed the words- something like Apparition, Sectumsempra, Felix Felicis, Hermione Granger- what the heck? Quickly closing the book, he walked back to where I was now curled into a wet sobbing ball.

"Erm, Addie… what got you so sad that you had to um…" he looked at the battered cover, "batter the book?"

I began sobbing louder. Finally, slightly exasperated, Legolas put the book down in front of me, and then walked away. He had taken a rather big interest in the poster of him on my wall; he seemed to find it strange to see himself without a mirror… but whatever.

Suddenly, I let out a shriek like a banshee's, grabbed up the book, and vaulted into the bathroom, where I immediately locked myself up and then began sobbing on the toilet. (0.o) Legolas frowned, clearly rather worried for my well-being, but decided to let me be. (A whole night and morning with me had already taught him that.)

Suddenly there were loud crashing sounds coming from the bathroom, followed by water running and then three consequent loud BANGS and a screech of pain, and then the toilet flushing. A minute later, I came out, red-eyed but smiling (perhaps a little crazily, though.) Letting out a contented sigh, I showed a bewildered Leggy a torn and mutilated (soggy, too) Harry Potter 6 book, and then without explaining anything, walked past him humming a little strange tune. But by the time I had walked five steps past him, I suddenly broke into a full-speed run, straight towards the wall in front of me. Eyes opening in horror, Leggy lunged after me to prevent me from killing myself (having a death on his hands wouldn't be good for a princely reputation) but was just a second late. I rammed into the wall, screaming something like, "I'm coming to you, Dumby!" And then bonked into the wall, crumpling quickly into a weeping heap on the floor, while Legolas unfortunately hit me and then… fell on top of me. (Dramatic momentary pause of silence) …… Well, now, you see… THAT brightened me up.

I looked up into the face of my beloved, tears still in my eyes, but eyes that were sparkling now. He, however, flashed me a rather annoyed look, then got up and dusted himself off. I remained where I lay, not blinking or anything, but just with the same sudden goofy smile on my face. I was in heaven… Not even Dumbledore or Snape or anything mattered anymore… not Harry going out with Ginny…. I was in heaven.

"Are you alright?" Leggy now asked me irritably, waving a hand in front of my unblinking eyes. "Hullooo?"

Finally, I sighed lightly, and then slowly got up. My whole body ached all over, but that didn't matter anymore… Nooope. Everything would be fine from now on, I knew. Smiling brilliantly, I looked at Leggy.

"Oh, it was nothing. It was just I couldn't believe that J.K. Rowling would kill Dumbledore, and have Snape do it, too. And a lot of other things. It was a depressing but good book," I was totally ignoring the look of bafflement on Leggy's face now, (again), "and well, anyways, I'm over my momentary trauma now." And then I began to skip away.

"Wait," he called, pointing at my mutilated book. "Aren't you gonna do something about it?"

"Oh, no," I said brightly, tossing it roughly aside. "I can always just got back to the bookstore, and then tell them what sort of crappy business are you trying to run, selling jacked-up stuff like this?" Seeing the disbelieving look on his face, I added, "Don't worry, all I have to do is yell as loud as can at the manager; and then it works every time." And then, smiling hugely, I skipped out into bright sunlight.