Disclaimer/tries to think of something a little funny at least/
/doesn't succeed/ Well, read at former chapters please!

Author's note: Ha, new reviews! I love you all! Er... I don't think Snape and Trelawney (shudders with the thought) but this story is written from Harry's PoV and he thought it was cute... I as an author sent the fangirls to beat that idea out of his head! ;-) Of course Snape only belongs to (insert your own name here if you are an obsessed Snape fan-girl)...

Chapter nine

The next morning Harry woke up and thought that it was about time to do something which was actually relevant for the plot of the story again.

The only problem was that he had no real idea what the plot was because the author hadn't made that clear enough from his point of view.

That moment Ron started talking in his sleep: "The author is wonderful, the author always knows what should happen, do not doubt about her competence for the sake of your own head!"

Harry frowned but thought that this could have been a subtle hint from the writer of this story telling him stop wondering and rather do something.

He quickly went downstairs where Ginny was already waiting for him.

Ginny however nearly laughed her head off when she saw him.

Hermione, standing next to Ginny blushed: "Harry, get decent, please!"

Only then Harry noticed that he had forgotten to get dressed, which was really astonishing because usually it was never mentioned in a story how he got dressed but he just was.

He hurried back to the boys dormitory however and got dressed with the usual student uniform and of course his underwear. He was suspicious about what the author might think of if he didn't mention that too.

Little later they were done with the breakfast and Harry went to yet another

DADA lesson, which was getting boring already but at least he didn't need many different books and he also didn't need to make an effort out of remembering his schedule.

After the lesson, however, he went to Professor Riddle. Perhaps he would be able to get some information about the remaining Horcruxes when talking to the one who hid them.

It was an astonishing logical idea thinking that Harry had thought of it.

"Oh Harry, nice to see you!" Voldemort exclaimed "What can I do for you? Fancy some tea? I've got a really nice tea cup! It belonged to Helga Hufflepuff at one point!"

Harry nodded absentminded. How should he ever be able to get another Horcrux into his hands?

Only a second later Professor Riddle put Helga's cup into Harry's hands.

"So, Professor, any secrets you want to talk about?" he asked innocently.

"What do you mean, Harry? There are many secrets... like my secret fear of fish and chips!" Voldemort explained.

Harry sighed; this was harder than he had thought. He scratched the back of his head with the free hand.

"Well, let's say I made something really secret... and I wanted to keep it secret because it was essential for me surviving... where would I hide it?"

Harry asked finally.

You-Know-Who (you really should know who) frowned. "Right over my head, Harry, I didn't get a word!"

Harry sighed: "Okay, let's make it easier... let's say that this tea cup is a part of your soul, where would you have hidden it so I couldn't have done this?" he asked and dropped the tea cup and it broke into a thousand pieces.

Black smoke emerged from it and there was some thunder to be heard, besides there was really dramatic music playing in the background.

"Oops, I hope this wasn't one piece of your family heritage... sorry Professor!" Harry exclaimed when he noticed what he had done.

Riddle shrugged: "Never mind, it wasn't my family heritage... it belonged to

Helga Hufflepuff's family, I stole it from a really old lady... although I think

I remember that there was something special about it, but I can't recall that right now...!"

Harry shrugged. "Sorry anyway, I'll get you a new one... maybe something saying:

Best Dark Lord ever?"

Professor Riddle felt really touched by this.

"That's a wonderful idea, Mister Potter… there are so many Dark Lords out there, I would really appreciate being the best!"

Harry nodded: "You really are! Oh, to come back to my question: If you had to hide something really essential, where would you hide it?"

Voldemort shrugged: "I would hide it under my pillow, but most writers would think that this is too obvious so they wouldn't write this, so I guess there is nothing under my pillow! Do you want to look?"

Harry nodded frantically and followed Voldemort to check if there was something under his pillow.

As soon as You-know-who lifted the pillow Harry stepped back in terror.

"What's that?" he asked with a shaking voice.

"Well, nothing special… today's Daily Prophet, some duct tape, a family portrait of some family I don't know, a million galleons, some old socks, the Mona Lisa, oh and… what's that?" Voldemort exclaimed.

With a rather loud crack Wormtail appeared on the bed: "Look, I've mentioned to change my animagus form!"

Harry frowned: "So this didn't only look like a cockroach… it was one!"

Voldemort nodded: "I shouldn't have taken the insect-traps away!"

"But my Lord!" Peter Pettigrew whimpered.

"No, no, no, Wormtail, I won't play with you again, you're a really bad influence!" Professor Riddle explained, "My mummy doesn't like seeing me with you!"

Harry spared his comment on this and tried to get out of the room unseen, which didn't work out.

"Harry, do you think Ron still wants a pet rat?" Peter asked all of a sudden.

"Unless Pig turns out to be really Professor Flitwick… I don't think you've got a chance, sorry, but you can apply for the job of the Malfoy's new house elf… I think they're still searching for one!" Harry replied and walked off without turning back again.

He was frustrated. He had hoped to bring this to an end that day but oh no, he hadn't even found out about anything!

On second thought, he had only wasted his time drinking tea!

When he entered the Gryffindor common room Ginny was already waiting for him.

"Hey, Harry, what did you do all day?" she asked and kissed his cheek.

"Oh, I went to find some more Horcruxes, but then I ended drinking tea out of a cup which once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff… and I broke it!" Harry answered.

Ginny rolled her eyes: "Uh, Harry…"

"I know… I know… I'm a shame! I should have done something useful!" Harry whined and ran up the stairs to cry into his pillow. Before he did so he checked if Wormtail wasn't hiding under it anyway.