Chapter two

"Harry, how good to see you, dear!" Said the familiar voice of Mr. Weasley.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley." Harry said with a sigh. He could see a bombardment of questions coming on. That man just cannot get enough of the muggle world.

"So how's your summer been?" he asked hurredly.

"Er...good I suppose, the whole car ordeal was rather funny, you see-"

"Sounds hilarious," Arthur cut him off, "And I'm sure we'll have time for story telling later, but for now could you tell me how to work these warming massage oils. I bought them in a muggle store and I just can't figure them out. I'm afraid Molly has a bit of a rash from me trying..."

"Well Mr. Weasley I really would like to give a demonsration but right now I really think I should get upstairs and see Ron and Hermione."

"Oh brill idea, Harry. So can you practice on them and show me later?"

"Sure." Harry took the bottle of hot pink liquified sex and ran upstairs to see his friends.

"Oh Harry how positively brill to see you!" called his best friend.

"Yes Harry I've been awaiting your arrival with much anticipation." Hermione said.

His friends both flung on him in a very friendly hug and Ron spotted the bottle in his hand.

"Oh Harry for me? You shouldn't have!" he shouted a bit louder than nessessary.

"I didn't. It's from your Dad." Harry informed him not really helping his obviously awkward position of appearing quite queer although this story contains no obvious slash.

"Oh. Well I knew he loves me..." he said.

Hermione whose eyebrows were raised quite high said, "Harry, about your letters, this is something that cannot be ignored."

"I know okay! Will you all stop treating me like I'm five-years-old! So I had to redo a year in primary school. I'm fine now! I understand things you don't! I've been on the dark side, I changed the lightbulb! It's over now, alright!"

"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't realize we were treating you quite like that." Hermione said in a quiet voice.

Ron leaned sideways and whispered in her ear, "Well it's so not true! We have been treating him like he's at least 8! He's too sensitive. Softie." Ron rolled his eyes.

Harry told them about his conversation with Dumbledore and they both nodded their heads as if they understood. Fools. They have no idea of the nightmares Harry has had.

"That's it!" Harry shouted, "The dream! It's the key!"

"What dream? Harry you haven't told us about any dream. was it about a girl?"

"No, Ron, that's not it at all-"

"Oh! So who was he?"

"Ron! It wasn't about some bloke either! It was about plunking in a cave searching for cheese! It's all so clear now!"

"Oh, you've cleaned your glasses I see." Hermione noted, "and you mean spelunking not 'plunking.'"

"No it was plunking."

"No. Harry it wasspelunking. Look at the first chapter."

"Oh yeah..." Harry responded, "I guess your right."

"Snape's behind it!" Ron shouted.

"Behind what, Ron?" Hermione asked him, "The cheese?" They all had a hearty laugh at her crappy humor.

"No silly," Ron told her matter-of-factly, "Behind trying to kill Harry."

"Ron nobody's tried to kill Harry since last year at the Dept. Of Mysteries."

"He was behind it!"

"Ron that was Vol-"

Gasp!

"Ron you'll have to get used to it one day soon."

"No, it's not that I just have to sneeze."

"Oh alright go ahead."

"Well now that you've said that I don't have to anymore!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Come on, you two. I'm tired I'm going to bed." Hermione hushed them.

"Yeah," Ron yawned, "So am I I'm going to go to sleep now as well."

"Wait! Guys!" Harry called behind his friends, "I haven't a pillow! I can't sl-" The door slammed into his nose. Word.