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Chapter 2: InA Dark, Dark Cave...
It was now their 7th year at Hogwarts. Ron was still mad at Hermione because of the 'Egg Incident', and she would occasionally break down in the middle of a corridor because the memory was just so funny! Of course Harry was still oblivious to the fact that the sun was behind a cloud that particular day in 1st year…
'So, thirteen was seen as an unlucky number because…?' Ron asked no one in particular, desperately trying to finish his Aritmacy essay on time.
'It's seen as unlucky because, at the time the months were made, they used the moon's four phases to make a calendar. At first they split the year in 13 months, but that turned out to be too complicated. That's why 13 became a difficult number, and therefore an unlucky number with many. At last it was decided to have just 12 months with an extra day every fourth year. 13 is also a very strong number because of '7-9-13'.', Hermione replied to no one in particular. Then she broke down in laughter, because that memory from first year was just so funny!
Harry was of course still oblivious to the fact that the sun was behind a cloud that particular day in first year. Little did he know of the fact that the fact that the sun was behind a cloud that particular day in first year was crucial in the search of the Horcruxes.
The war was hopefully soon over; Voldemort was still alive and well (maybe not well, but he was alive!), and nobody was happy.
But let's be honest. How many can hold away a depression when there's a war going on. Somewhere sadder than others and this is where Draco Malfoy is a perfect example.
Draco made the depressive maniacs in St. Mungo's look stable and optimistic when compared to him.
Of course Ickle Drakie wasn't in school. He sat in a dark, dark land, in a dark, dark forest, in a dark, dark cave, where there was a dark, dark knife laying on a dark, dark table.
On the dark, dark table was a dark, dark stain of blood. Beside the dark, dark table was a dark, dark closet. Inside sat a dark, dark man with the dark, dark name Draco Malfoy eating a dark, dark red grape.
Draco had a dark, dark depression where he thought about dark, dark things. Back to dark, da- sorry. Got a little caught up, I guess.
Back to the story...
The previous 'conversation' between Ron and Hermione was also very crucial to this story plot, so it would be very crucial if the authoress actually had a plot.
As Ron finished his Arithmacy essay, Harry had walked out on the school grounds to go too dear Dumbledore's White Tomb. Harry hadn't particularly gotten over his dear headmaster's death, but at least he wasn't locking him up in his room, pitying himself. Of course that is understandable, but think positive!
Except for fact that it is hard to think positive when depressed… Hmmm…
Again I must say; Back to the story…
Hermione had of course gotten Head Girl. When she was announced the Great Hall at least were decent to look surprised, because everybody knew that Hermione would get the badge since 1st year.
Today she had to go patrolling with Crabbe, the new Headboy. No, not really… Crabbe was way too stupid… The new Headboy was….
A/N: For the next chapter (which I hope will be out on January 1st) I'd like somebody, ANYBODY to tell me who is the new Headboy, 'cause I don't like Ron, Harry has waaaay too much to do, and Draco is in a dark, dark cave eating blood grapes…. Please?
And Thanks to my reviewers:
Redsoxfreak01: Sorry I didn't update for a long time, but I have had a biig, BIIG, BEEEEEEG writer's block…:S Glad you liked it!
Humancalculator: Hehe.. Funny review:D It's pretty ironic, because I had that song stuck in my head, for the entire day when I got the review, so, I was kinda… I don't know how to say it.. lol:D