A/N: TA DA! I am back. By the way, I am actually saying stuff in this note that you might want to pay attention to. Since this whole school thing started I will therefore not be able to write much. Because I have like school… and homework… and my social life. That doesn't leave much room for writing fanfiction. But I am writing this chapter. And I wrote a nonfunny one-shot… crazy, I know. Enjoyo. And reviewo.

Xxxxxx: Made no sense? Check that. Was completely stupid? Check that. Offended pretty much everyone it could? You serius! THAT IS SO AWESOME! I have always wanted to be offensive. Yesss.

Crazy Kawaii: I agree. Americans do kick ass. Wooo x-files. DUDE! Can I have your Mulder Scully action figures? Pleasssse? Thanks!

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha: Nice name, by the way. Do I care what Wal Mart is in Britain? It isn't like Harry Potter was created there or anything… by the way, totally mentioning this in the fic. And actually, I'm not on anything. But people have sat around discussing what drug they think I am on. They ended up with speed. Your thoughts? I like your reviews. Keep em' coming. You aren't half obsessed with Britishness and Americanness (although you have calmed down a bit no) I'm not half obsessed with Britishness and Americanness? Whaaat? I've calmed down a bit? Yeah, I reckon I have. Should I uncalm down?

Where-my-heart-resides: Why thank you! I'll keep updating and you keep reviewin. It's a plan.

Kla2: Yep, Chris is in the class of Espanola. It is quite hysterical.

Jade Hiqurashi: How did you know? Sugar cookies are my favorite! Oh, I love Dumbles… but I don't read DracoHarry fics… so there you are. I love Aladdin! And Simba! And all that good stuff!

Disclaimer: Totally own it I don't.

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"DUDE! It is Heath Ledger!"

Fred spun around. "Who said that?" he asked. "Who said that thing about Heath?"

Harry also spun around, looking for the person that was talking about Heath. "I'm not sure. The voice just came out of nowhere. And I think it was wearing a Home Improvement shirt."

"I don't like this. I don't like this at all."

"I know, Fred. I know. But what can we do? The voices are going to come. We can't stop them. We don't have the power."

"WE HAVE TO HAVE THE POWER!"

"Fred! Fred! Listen to me," Harry looked Fred straight in the eye and spoke slowly. "There is nothing we can do. The voices are just going to come."

"But I don't want them to. I hate them."

Then Hermione broke out in song.

"ROOOOON!" sang Hermione. "ROOOON. I LOOOOOOOORVE YOU! I would buy illegal drugs for you! I would bake a sorting hat cake for you! I would drink Windex for you! I would kill a pretty ant for you! I would buy a bracelet for you! I would eat paper towels for you! I would watch Everybody Loves Raymond for you! I would inject Harry with cancer for yoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!" she finished dramatically.

Everyone clapped.

"You should join the opera, Hermione!" suggested Ginny.

"Hm… I think I will." Hermione hopped on a bus and BAM she was in the opera.

Everyone gathered together in a group huddle, like they were going to go play a game of sports. "I am Fred, your leader. And I am sure going to miss that know-it-all."

"HERMIONE!" yelled Ron. "HERMIONE! Why did you leave me? Is it because I didn't write you a song? I will! I promise I will write you a song! And buy you the first nine seasons of Friends on DVD! I promise you!"

"Ron!" Harry was shaking Ron, trying to bring him some sense. "Ron! You have to come to your senses! Hermione is gone and no matter how many seasons of Friends you buy her, she isn't coming back."

Ron fell to the floor. "No, I'll buy her the eleventh season. That will bring her back. The eleventh season!" he was shaking now and sucking his thumb.

Harry let go of Ron and turned towards Ginny and the twins. "He is going crazy. There is no eleventh season."

"Oh, creators of Friends," said Ginny. "Why didn't you make just one more season? Forget Joey and just make another season of Friends! Is that too much to ask?"

"Yes, Ginny. It is," said George, speaking for the first time. "But maybe, we can make an eleventh season."

Everyone stared at George. Ron took his thumb out of his mouth.

Fred spoke first. "What do you mean, George?"

"I mean, why don't we hire Jen and the whole gang? It isn't like Jen is busy with a husband or anything."

"I'm still not following," said the cooler twin.

George shook his head, looking for a better way to explain his brilliant idea. "We can write our own eleventh season. Film it ourselves. Put it on DVD. The whole caboodle. Then we can bring Hermione back."

Ron sat up. "Can we really do it?"

Ginny had a determined look on her face. "We can do it!"

Fred, George, Ron, and Harry got back into the huddle and put their hands together in the middle. "Eleventh season! Eleventh season! Eleventh season!" the chanted as they jumped up and down. "GO FREDS!" they finished.

"Accio Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox Arquette, Lisa Kudrow, Matt LeBlanc, Matthew Perry, and David Schwimmer!" screamed Harry.

A zooming noise filled the air.

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Annie Note: Oh my gosh… See? This is what happens when I just start writing and don't think at all. We end up with people from Harry Potter creating an eleventh season of Friends. I LOVE IT! I hope you all enjoyed this wonderful chappie. Review? Yes. And I will go to sleep. Yaaay sleep. But first, I will watch some Friends. My brother's girlfriend actually has like nine seasons of Friends on DVD. I went to her house yesterday and saw her amazing collection. It was a pretty site.