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Chapter Eight

Hermione and Melissa were in the library... reading. Melissa thought they would actually be going somewhere and talking about things, but no, they were just, reading.

Meanwhile, Fred, George, Mariela, Ron, and Harry were walking outside. They walked to the Quidditch field.

Fred smiled, "The one thing I like about Hogwarts: Quidditch season!"

Mariela looked puzzled, "What's Quidditch?"

Fred stared at her, "What's Quidditch! I mean, you've asked a lot of questions, but, 'What's Quidditch'!"

George shook his head at his twin, turned to Mariela, and calmly started explaining the game of Quidditch.

When Mariela had the concept down, she took out her cell phone.

"What's that?" Fred asked.

"It's my cell phone..."

"Oh! My dad has told me about those things!"

Harry asked, "What's a cell phone?"

"You use it to talk to other people." Mariela explained. "Like, I'm going to call Melissa right now."

At the library, Melissa felt her cell phone vibrating in her pocket.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mel! It's Mariela! I was wondering if you and Hermione wanted to join us at the Quidditch field?"

"What's Quidditch?"

"Just come over."

The group was standing in the middle of the Quidditch field.

"Watch me! Watch me!" Harry exclaimed as he jumped onto his very expensive and new broom.

Mariela and Melissa raised their eyebrows at one another, and Hermione looked at Harry like he was insane. Or the stupidest thing on earth. Fred and George started laughing, and got on their separate brooms. After they rose into the air to follow Harry, Ron got onto his broom as well. The boys were all in the air, flying incredibly fast.

"They're a bunch of showoffs," Hermione said, shaking her head.

"No kidding," Mariela said. Melissa nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, Hermione gasped. She was staring at her watch. "We just missed the first half of Charms! Oh no!" Melissa also gasped.

"We're late? Ahh!" Melissa exclaimed, and the two girls ran off the field towards Charms.

Fred, George, and Ron landed when they saw the girls sprinting off the field.

"What's gotten in to them?" Fred asked Mariela.

"We've all missed the first half of Charms," Mariela shrugged.

"What!" Ron exclaimed, looking around, slightly bewildered.

"Don't worry. It's not a big deal. Mr. Roeder teaches that class," Mariela said.

"Oh, okay then!" Ron said, relaxing suddenly.

"We should put our brooms away. Then we can go to the Common Room for the rest of the period, I suppose," Fred said, then winked at Mariela. She was a bit taken aback by his bluntness, but she did not protest. They walked off the field, Harry still insisting on flying. When they left, Harry landed.

"Why did they go? I thought I was impressing them with my super-cool tricks!" Harry said to himself, sadly.

He got off his broom and put it away. He then decided to take a nice, long shower in the locker room.

While he was shampooing his hair, he heard a shriek of a girl. He ignored it. He heard footsteps. He turned around and was about to open the shower door to grab his towel, when the door opened for him.

The person who had so rudely opened the shower door was Samantha. "Brig-" she started happily, then realized it was Harry. "Oh my..." she said, then eyed Harry below the waist. "Oh my! Oh, Harry... I'm really sorry..." Samantha said, then started laughing and walked off. Harry was bewildered, and slammed the shower door. He then immediately threw the door open once more and yelled after Samantha: "I'm taking a cold shower!"

After he closed the door, he suddenly wished he really had been taking a cold shower.

Harry was flustered, to say the least, and the event he witnessed in the locker room after his shower did not help.

As he was leaving, Harry saw something out of the corner of his eye, which is kind of hard, since he can't see without his glasses, and his glasses certainly did not extend all around his head, but he saw something all the same. He turned slowly, and immediately vomited in his mouth.

The sight was disgusting, and it makes me vomit as I retell it.

There was Samantha, in clear view, sucking face with a half-nude Brigitte, and there was Malfoy, watching with a smirk on his face. Harry turned in dismay, and hurried off before one of the three noticed him.

Everywhere he turned, the image haunted him, and he tried closing his eyes, but it was still there. It was like the VCR in his head kept rewinding and showing him the same sequence, over and over. Of course, there was no VCR in his head, he was just in a state of shock, but the VCR seemed like a nice way to explain what was happening to Harry.

For the next five hours, Harry stumbled through Hogwarts, screaming and vomiting. It was amazing how no one found him; well, not really amazing, Ms Nakathing had ordered for there to be a five hour feast for no apparent reason, and the whole school was attending. So that's why no one found him. Anyway, five hours later, Harry burst into the Gryffindor Common Room.

Hermione got up and stepped towards him.

"Harry, what's wrong?" she asked, with a concerned look.

Harry vomited.

After two hours in the hospital wing, no one had yet to get a word out of Harry. He was pronounced to be brain-dead. The experts said that he had forgotten how to do everything except breathe, scream, and vomit. They sent him to St. Mungo's Hospital the next day.

Let's return to what the others were doing at the time of Harry's... um, "incident".

Melissa and Hermione hurried off to charms and Fred, George, Mariela, and Ron were going to their Common Room.

"Harry is a little overenthusiastic about Quidditch, isn't he?" George asked as they entered Hogwarts once more.

"Really? I never noticed!" Mariela added in a sarcastic tone.

Ron laughed, "Yea, he can be a bit weird when there's Quidditch involved."

George scoffed, "A bit! More like a lot!"

"He's not crazy, George!" Ron retorted.

The two started in a long discussion about Harry's state of mind. They were too involved in their talk to notice when Mariela and Fred left them. About ten minutes after they had actually left, Ron asked, "Hey, where'd Mariela and Fred go?"

"They left ten minutes ago, Ron." George rolled his eyes, "And I don't really care to find out what they're doing.

Let's just go get Melissa and Hermione from Charms, and go to the Common Room already."

"Okay..." Ron mumbled.

They walked to Charms, which was about twenty minutes from ending, got Melissa and Hermione, who were practically falling asleep anyway, and went to the Common Room.

Does it all make sense now? Heh. Heh. Heh. Reviews are worshipped for eternity! So yes. Chapter Nine up tomorrow.