Disclaimer: I am pretty sure that I am not JKR... at least I haven't been the last time I checked, which means that I don't own anything but she does... oh and I am pretty sure that she'd kill me for this story...

Author's note: I came home yesterday and found my e-mail account flooded by 26 mails... after sorting the spam-mails out there were still 14 left... and those were reviews for this story... and it really really touched me to read them all. So thank you all for the reviews! I updated fast this time but writers block here I come again so the next one might take a little longer...

chapter six

Harry woke up at the hospital wing just a little later.

Madame Pomfrey was already standing next to his bed looking really pleased.

"Mister Potter, I've already been fearing that I would need to give the bed I always have in charge for you to someone else… you just showed up in time!" she explained happily.

Harry tried hard to ignore the comment because it made him want to faint again.

But before he could ban the thought from his mind Neville ran to him too and exclaimed: "I already feared that I would have to spend one day here alone this time!"

Harry raised one hand and said: "Thank you all for the welcome… and now good bye!" and fainted again. Just a second before he passed out at all he made a mental note to sleep for the rest of the year and ignore the fact that everyone around him had gone crazy.

Two hours later Harry woke up again. It might have been his feeling that there was something interesting and important for him to do, the thought of Ginny, Ron and Hermione, or simply the call of nature which made him open his eyes but in fact it didn't matter why he woke up the only important thing was that he did it.

Madame Pomfrey came near immediately: "Mister Potter, I am honoured to give the fainting medal in silver to you! If you faint a third time and wake up again before 24 hours have passed, you'll get the gold medal too!"

That moment Harry only thought that it wouldn't be too hard to pass out again.

Madame Pomfrey however went on: "And if you really hurry you might be able to break the record!"

Harry raised an eyebrow: "Which record?"

"Neville's… someone accidentally closed him into a classroom with Professor Snape for an entire afternoon… he fainted six times!" she explained finally.

That moment Harry realized that he had two options to make it to the end of the story. First he could go on fainting every half an hour and break Neville's record, or he could just block his brain from thinking and go on with the plot.

Harry knew that he had no real choice though because the oh so wonderful author of this story wouldn't leave him alone ever.

For a moment he couldn't help wondering if he was able to control his own future for real. In fact it seemed to him that someone he couldn't name was controlling all his actions but then again he was able to think about this, so he couldn't be fully controlled! Unless the person controlling him was clever enough to allow him thinking about this so he would think he was in fact free to choose.

He finally sighed and stood up again. The very moment he had decided to stop thinking everything seemed easier all of a sudden.

When he went straight into the door and banged his head he noticed that some thinking wouldn't harm him though.

It took him a while to figure out how much of his brain he could actually shut down without running against everything or forgetting his name within two seconds but finally he set his mind to 'low stress more success' mode and found the result really satisfying.

So he finally went down to the Great Hall to have dinner.

The first thing he noticed was that something strange was going on again.

Everyone was standing in front of the hall and no one entered.

One of the students who thought it was a good idea to spread some panic around suddenly jumped up and down screaming: "The invasion has started!"

Everyone looked at him bored until they were reminded by the big LED Display that it was 'time for uncontrolled angst and panic' then.

Harry finally managed to find Ron, Hermione and Ginny standing near to the door of the Great Hall.

"Now what's going on again?" he asked immediately.

"The invasion has started…" Ron said in a very bored sounding tone.

"Which invasion? Death Eaters?" Harry wanted to know.

Hermione rolled her eyes and opened the door a little bit: "Not at all!"

Harry looked inside and saw something he hadn't seen in his life. It probably was the most interesting sight he had ever had. Something he hadn't seen for some years now.

The whole Great Hall was filled with owls which were carrying their letters.

"Who is refusing to take his mail?" Harry asked eventually as if there was nothing special about an owl invasion although all the other students were running around in panic now.

"Harry, this is a lot more serious than you think!" Ginny stated with a petrified expression.

Hermione nodded: "It's all Spam!"

"Spam owls?" Harry wanted to know disbelieving.

Ron shrugged: "You know, the kind of owls where someone asks you to buy things you don't really need and which will probably break as soon as you hold them! Stranger things have happened already…"

"Who do you think is responsible for this?"

"Well, most of the owls were sent to Professor Riddle!" Hermione explained "But that doesn't prove anything!"

That moment headmistress McGonagall came into view: "Oh, nice to see you Harry! Listen, this has NOTHING to do with You-Know-Who and we don't expect you to find out about this AT ALL… only if you find the time to do it… oh, and while you are at it, could you also find out who hid all the dirty socks of the students in the room of requirement? And I repeat: IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH PROFESSOR RIDDLE… although most of the owls were addressed to him and he was also marked as the sender…"

Minerva then turned around quickly and left again.

"Is this only me or are the adults getting lazier and lazier about solving their own problems?" Harry wondered while they left towards the Gryffindor common room and left the first years to care for the owls.