Author's notes: Alllllllrighty then! Here is the second part of the chapter, as promised.

It really sucks.

LOL!

Sorry to say. I really DESPISE writing description, and I'm not good at it, so bear with me if a lot of this makes absolutely no sense.

Not very much insanity in this part, just a lot of foreshadowing

Wink wink, nudge nudge.

Yes. Thanks to everyone who reads this…lol…since it took me 2 months to write…and it still sucks.

Woo! Go procrastination and writer's block!

So here it is…

Chapter 14

After much inner conflict, and prompting by the judge of American Idol…oh, and that Canadian guy…Harry decided he would meet Lupin for their training session after all. He paced in front of the blank wall opposite that hilarious ballet-dancing troll tapestry (which now had many black bars over the weapons thanks to Ron and his superior censorship skills) three times until the familiar door appeared, which pretty much boggled his mind because he had no idea what he required at the moment. He stepped into this very special room, wondering what he would find this time, and was surprised to see Lupin already standing there, surrounded by a mass of trees. He suddenly felt the brush of leaves against the back of his head, turning on the spot to find the space the door should have been blocked by the same thick foliage that surrounded the rest of what seemed like a small clearing in the centre of a giant rainforest.

"Professor, I thought this was supposed to be some sort of training session," Harry questioned.

"It is," Lupin replied.

"Well, this looks more like a forest to me…but hey, I've never actually been in a factory or anyt-"

"-shut up," Lupin interrupted tersely.

Harry looked dejected. "You know, you've been really mean lately."

"It's the damn FLY! THAT DEMONIC, VILLIANOUS FLY!" Lupin exclaimed, his voice muffled by the incredible denseness of the trees surrounding them.

"Okay okay, stop yelling!" Harry sighed. "So, what's first?"

"Well, I'm not exactly sure, but apparently this is what we require in order to train you," Lupin explained.

"Alright…" Harry stopped, watching as Lupin began to walk around the clearing, disappearing inside the trees every so often, as if he were searching for something. "Lose a contact?"

"No," Lupin answered shortly. "Ahh, seems to be some sort of path here. I guess this is a good enough place to start."

Harry made his way over to where the Professor was standing pulling plants out of the ground in order to clear the entrance of the path. It was a narrow walkway amongst the trees, consisting of small, sharp rocks and pebbles. Harry squinted into the darkness, trying to see any sign of where the path might lead, but found this task impossible.

"I don't know about this, Mr. Peabody," Harry squeaked, sounding a lot like Ron did every ten seconds in the Chamber of Secrets movie.

"Shut up you," Lupin answered, now wearing large, thick-rimmed glasses, much like Harry's.

"Now here's something you'll REALLY like!" Rocky the squirrel interrupted.

"Ooo, a talking squirrel!" Harry giggled like a schoolgirl.

The little squirrel scampered back into the trees, hanging onto its little pilot goggle thingies. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY ARE! GIVE ME A BREAK!

Break me off a piece of that KIT KAT BAR!

Okay I'm done…

"What are we supposed to do? Just run around a forest until a chocolate bar appears and tells me something that is already common knowledge?" Harry stood at the entrance to the path, looking annoyed.

"Sounds good to me," Lupin shrugged. "Go on," he said, urging Harry to move forward.

After looking back at Lupin once, the boy stepped onto the path and into the great big forest. "You're coming too, ri-" Harry turned in the spot, stopping as he realized the clearing, and Lupin, were gone, and he was facing a solid wall of trees.

Time to panic.

"PROFESSOR LUPIN?" Harry yelled, eyes wide, clawing at the thick foliage he believed was concealing the professor.

"Not good!" he gasped, grabbing his wand out of the pocket of his robe. "Not good, not GOOD!"

He finally gave up at trying to get back to Lupin, turning away from the wall of trees, and back towards the path leading deeper into the forest.

"Lumos," Harry whispered, blinking at the sudden light erupting from his wand. The faint glow let him see a few feet in front of him, but was completely swallowed up by the trees to his sides. He took a cautious step forward, making sure not to trip or step on anything that could possibly require a tetanus shot.

Harry slowly walked along the path, flanked by darkness and clinging to the light coming from his wand. Footsteps on gravel and the sound of Harry's breathing were the only sounds that could be heard in this strange, magical forest; No birds chirping, no animals scurrying amongst the trees, not even a bad guy or two hanging about smoking a cigarette…

…but at least there aren't any clowns.

Damn those clowns.

"Twist and shout, twist and shout, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on baby now…" Harry sang softly, walking to the beat of the song.

CHICKA CHICKA!

Every good story needs a Ferris Bueller reference.

A tiny spark of blue light in the darkness far up ahead interrupted Harry's Beatles tribute, the light his wand was emitting not reaching far enough for Harry to catch a glimpse of the source. With every step forward the little blue spark would appear again, a little farther away every time. It was as if it were leading the boy, beckoning him along, and as much as Harry's mind warned him that it might not be a good idea to follow an unidentifiable flying blue light, he couldn't stop himself. He was never one to listen to reason…or New Age music.

Everything suddenly went black. The light from his wand has been extinguished somehow, and as quickly as it appeared, the little blue spark was nowhere to be found. Harry was now standing in complete and utter darkness, in the middle of nowhere, alone.

Sucks to be him…I know, I know.

Figuring his wand just needed a rest, he decided to stay put for the moment until he could once again use the wand light to find his way out of this godforsaken place. It was as if nothing existed in this black void…he was beginning to think he had been erased from time and space.

Ooo…trippy.

And out of the darkness, the tiny spark caught Harry's eyes, yet this time it was a vibrant orange colour. The boy was once again entranced, holding himself back from walking towards it. In the blink of an eye it was gone.

Another spark, this time bright green, appeared on the opposite side of the path.

And another, violet this time, inches away from the green.

They were appearing and disappearing so quickly Harry was beginning to get dizzy. What WAS this? The shower of colourful lights resembled that of a fireworks display, but Harry was too FREAKED OUT to enjoy it.

The four colourful lights began to move forward along the path, and Harry, curiosity getting the better of him, followed.

The lights led him to a small clearing, deeper in the forest than the one he and Lupin had stood in what seemed like moments before. This clearing would've been darker as well…were it not for the hundreds of little twinkling coloured lights floating in mid-air and resting in the enormous evergreen trees.

Harry was deemed breathless.

It was the most magical sight he had ever laid eyes on, which is pretty extraordinary considering he goes to a school for magic. Yeah.

Four little lights; one bright pink, one electric blue, one dazzling green, and the last a soft yellow; were slowly floating towards him, and Harry finally realized what he was surrounded by.

Fairies. Hundreds and hundreds of different-coloured fairies.

And these weren't any sort of fairies he had ever seen before. He couldn't take his eyes off of them.

These four little fairies steadily coming closer to Harry were also carrying something in their tiny hands, each fairy holding a section. It was a red rose.

Harry held out his hand as the fairies stopped in front of him, four little bodies gathering around it to carefully place the thorn-less rose on his palm, moving a safe distance away soon after.

It took a couple of minutes, but finally something began to happen. The petals of the rose were falling away, letting off a faint red glow, and soon in place of the rose there sat a tiny red fairy in the center of Harry's palm. It looked up at him with startling brown eyes, blinking once. The boy had a strong feeling of recognition, but he just couldn't place where he had seen those eyes before. Harry brought his hand up closer to his face, peering into the eyes of the tiny creature he was holding. It reached out for him, an expression of sadness on its face, nearly touching his nose before it began to change again, once again turning into the rose.

Harry was just about to place the rose in his pocket before the petals started to blacken, and Harry was forced to drop it to the floor as it burst into flames. He jumped, frightened, backing away from the ashes of the pretty little fairy, stumbling through a curtain of ivy and away from the colourful lights.

He suddenly found himself surrounded by darkness once again. He blinked a couple of times, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, and as the darkness in his vision subsided he was faced with the last thing he expected to see.

His own face.

Startled, he tried to move back through the curtain of ivy, but found this task impossible. His feet wouldn't move. He looked down quickly to try and find the source of the restriction, his brow furrowing with confusion. He could see his feet, but where the ground should've been he found only black. Suffice it to say Harry Potter was thoroughly freaked out now. He turned back to the image of his face. His eyes traveled over the familiar nose, brows, and lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. He realized that he was looking at his reflection is some sort of mirror, a faint shimmer of eerie light shining out from its depths. Testing out his fingers, wiggling them to make sure his hands and arms weren't put out of commission as well, he was relieved when he was able to lift it. Slowly, cautiously, he extended his hand toward what he believed to the mirror's surface, his fingers coming in contact with something wet.

"Water?"

Stunned, he brought his fingers away from the cool liquid, eyes wide. He was staring directly into water, and yet he appeared to be standing. Or was he? It was impossible to tell whether he was standing upright, facing a vertical wall of water, or somehow suspended horizontally in the air, staring down INTO the water. All he knew was that he didn't dare move, for fear whatever magic that was holding him or this wall of water up might let go and drown him.

Staring deeply into the pool, Harry's attention was drawn to something small and circular sitting on the bottom. The shadows on the bottom of the pool of water obscured the small object, making it hard to see it properly. He tried to make out what the shape could be, eyes squinting from behind thick-rimmed glasses. There was no way of telling, what with the dim lighting, what it could be. He cautiously touched the surface of the water with his index finger, watching as ripples fanned out around it. He stopped there, trying to decide whether or not to reach for whatever was sitting in the bottom of the water. What did he have to lose anyway? He could be dead right now for all he knew…

…finger sinking deeper and deeper into the water. The water was cool and pleasant, and he had to resist scooping some into his hand and drinking it. By now his entire arm up to the shoulder was in the water, his sleeve floating under the surface. He was beginning to think his whole body would be in the water before he reached the circular object, but finally his fingertip came into contact with it. Just as Harry was about to lift it out he noticed small waves breaking the smooth surface…and he wasn't causing them. The waves accumulated, rippling one after another, getting larger and larger as the moments passed. Then, all at once, a blinding flash burst from the depths of the water, and before he knew it, Harry was being pulled head-first into the pool by some invisible force. He cried out before his head disappeared under the surface, struggling in vain. He was drowning, and there was nothing he could do.

"ARGH!" Harry exclaimed as he hit the hard ground. He blinked repeatedly, completely disoriented and VERY confused. His cheek was pressed against the ground, and he would probably feel something jabbing into his skin if he wasn't too astonished to be alive. Was he alive? He slowly moved his hand along the rough, chalky ground, smoothing his hand over the surface wondrously. He never thought he would be so happy to feel dirt under his fingers. The last thing he remembered was being pulled into the strange water, and just knowing he was going to drown.

And now he was…well…he really had no idea where he was. He slowly rolled onto his back, staring up at a canopy of leaves. Sitting up, he surveyed his surroundings. He was still in a forest, but this place was much more inviting then the scary, dark rainforest he had entered what seemed like hours ago. Soft light was filtering through the various assortments of trees surrounding him, ranging from birch to maple to oak. He assumed it was autumn in this place, as the leaves on the trees were many shades of red, yellow, green, and orange. The soft chirp of birds was music to the boy's ears. This was a welcome change from the previous darkness and solitude he had experienced throughout this little "adventure".

He painfully got to his feet, wiggling various body parts to make sure they still worked. He also checked his pocket to make sure his wand was safe and sound, and let out a sigh of relief as his hand closed up the familiar wood. The air was fresh and clean, and the dirt crunched under his shoes as he took a few steps forward.

Suffice it to say, he was glad to be alive.

"I'm glad to be alive," he whispered to himself.

Told ya.

"Now how the hell am I going to get out of here?" he sighed, turning on the spot multiple times, looking for a way out of the clearing.

Perking his ears, Harry could hear the rustling of leaves, as if something were coming towards him. He automatically reached for his wand, extending it in front of him in the direction of the noise. In the stillness he could feel his heart pounding with fear and anticipation.

"It could be anything," he whispered to himself, "it could be…a horse-like animal, like Aunt Petunia…or…Big Foot! Or even the Easter Bunny!"

Poor, naïve Harry…everyone knows Big Foot lives in an underground government laboratory!

Seconds later, Harry's curiosity and fear diminished. Two young children, identical twins, emerged from the forest. They were a little more then half Harry's size; blonde, with small, round faces, and rosy cheeks. They looked perfectly normal, despite the fact that they were so young and alone in a big forest, but there was something strange about them. They didn't seem…real. For some strange reason Harry got the impression that they were a manifestation of the room of requirement, made of magic and not exactly human.

The children stopped a few feet in front of the boy, staring up at him with identical blank expressions. Harry was suddenly and violently reminded of the movie Children of the Corn.

"Always carry breadcrumbs," the little boy finally spoke, staring fixedly at Harry as the identical-looking girl stepped forward, taking Harry's hand and dropping a pile of breadcrumbs into the centre of his palm.

"But wh-" Harry began, but his words fell on deaf ears, for the children were already disappearing once again amongst the trees.

"Creepy…" he muttered, pocketing the crumbs in case he had the urge to have a Caesar salad later.

He was alone once again, and beginning to get a bit tired. "When is this going to END?" he hissed, sighing deeply. "Well, since I'm just going to end up in another freaky situation, why not throw caution to the wind?" he shrugged, walking blindly forward into the trees.

He found it incredibly difficult to maneuver around the endless trunks, shrubs, and other forms of plant life occupying the forest. The only thing he found out of place was the lack of animals. There were no squirrels or chipmunks scurrying around, not even a bug or two on the leaves of the various plants. The sound of birds could still be heard overhead, but there wasn't a bird in sight.

He had no idea where he was going, but he knew something would show up sooner or later. So far every time something strange happened he had either stumbled upon it, or was led to it in one way or another. He just had to look out for anything unusual…

…anything at all…

…

…any time now…

Harry had been walking for what seemed like close to an hour now, with no prospect of a strange and exciting adventure in sight. He was tired, hungry, and began to go slightly blind in one eye. Damn this guy needs to exercise more often. He had also managed to step in a thorn bush while trying to avoid a rather large tree root barring his path. It just wasn't his day.

He finally decided to take a break, sitting under a large oak and staring blankly in front of him. Just as when he was staring into that huge mirrored pond, Harry got in a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The thought of wandering around this giant forest for the rest of his life was almost as distressing as the thought of staring into his reflection for an equally long time.

Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into years…

Naw, I'm joshin' ya.

He must've been there all of five minutes before he found the sign he had been waiting for. Through a small space in the shrubs and bushes surrounding him he could see something glinting in the distance. Of course, to someone as dim-witted and dull-minded as Harry, shiny objects were the source of great enjoyment. Bracing himself against the tree trunk he was leaning against, he got to his feet, stretching out his aching muscles before even attempting to walk. He really had no other choice but to see if this golden shimmer amongst the trees would lead him to another strange and wacky place. Maybe even the science centre.

After struggling through a dense patch of bramble and a large clump of trees, Harry found himself in yet another clearing. How many damn clearings can one forest have?

Or maybe not…

He wasn't even sure if he was in the forest anymore. This was more like a large room with no ceiling, or an enchanted ceiling like in the Great Hall. A first glance one would think the walls were made of solid gold, but on closer inspection it seemed as if it were wallpapered this way.

"How tacky," Harry commented, shuffling closer to the strange golden wall closest to him. "Wait a second…"

Harry's eyes widened as he realized that he was not staring at a section of wallpaper, but the same golden ticket he and Hermione had found in the wooden box. In fact, the whole place was covered from top to bottom in thousands and thousands of these golden tickets, as far as the eye could see. He extended a hand toward the ticket, noticing his name printed in bold under the scrawling script inviting him to the factory. Upon closer inspection, Harry realized, with much surprise, that this ticket did not say "Billy Wonks", nor did they invite Ron and Hermione along as the one they found did. Pulling the invitation off whatever it was attached to, he noticed another ticket underneath, also inviting "Harry Potter". One after another he pulled the invitations, unable to find some sort of structure underneath. He finally gave up after pulling his thirteenth ticket, dropping the golden papers and watching them flutter to the floor. Slowly glancing around, his eyes scanned the thousands of little golden papers covering this area of what he hoped was still the forest he had entered in the Room of Requirement.

"This is getting REALLY old!" He yelled out, his voice echoing eerily. "What I wouldn't give for Mad Libs right about now…

Somewhere where I don't know where it is…

The horse began to dance with the chicken.

"THAT'S ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS!" Ron burst out into laughter, dropping his book of Mad Libs and rolling around on his bed.

Riiiight.

"Can this day get any worse?!" the boy sighed.

Bwahahaha!

"Whooooa!" Harry exclaimed, startled, as the ground began to shake under his feet.

Yes, yes it can.

It seemed as if he was caught in an earthquake, and he was trying hard to stay balanced. The earthquake was getting more and more violent as the moments passed, and yet Harry managed to stay on his feet somehow. The tremor was also causing the golden tickets to rip off the walls, fluttering down all around him. He was being showered in tickets, and was desperately trying to bat them away and still stay standing.

Suddenly he caught sight of a glimmer of silver overhead, which was made all the more distinguishable surrounded by a solid shower of gold. It was a whistle, and for some strange reason Harry felt an overwhelming urge to touch it. He fought his way through the golden haze towards the falling object until he was standing directly underneath its path, raising an arm over his head.

The whistle was slowly drifting down towards his outreaching palm, the silver of the small object being swallowed up by the thousands and thousands of golden tickets fluttering all around it. Harry had to squint through the golden sheen and the paper falling onto his face, hopefully reaching straight up in the direction the whistle seemed to be falling in. Suddenly, something cool and light dropped lightly into his palm, and as soon as what undoubtedly was the whistle made contact with his skin it let out a shrill cry. One pure, unearthly high note rang through the room, pulsing through Harry's brain. He couldn't tell if it was the screech of the whistle, or the blinding pain ripping through the scar on his forehead, but his head felt as if it were about to explode. The golden haze of the room was slowly fading into black and Harry found himself falling into darkness.

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry screamed, sitting up in bed.

And that's it. Sorry for the stupid ending. Haha.

No faith in self

Woo!

In the process of writing the Room of Requirement part I somehow came up with this:

"Professor, I thought this was supposed to be some sort of training session," Harry questioned.

"I am," Lupin replied.

I really wanted to incorporate it into the story because it makes ABSOLUTELY no sense whatsoever…LOL! Just shows you how out of it I've been lately! Unfortunately I couldn't find any reason to add it in, but thought I'd mention it anyway.

And you probably won't get the "Mr. Peabody" thing if you've never watched Rocky and Bullwinkle. Well NO SOUP FOR YOU!

Oh, and if you hadn't noticed by now (don't see how you couldn't) I dislike semi-colons. Haha. DEATH TO SEMI-COLONS!

Yet ANOTHER note…wanted to mention that those two little children were supposed to kinda like Hansel and Gretel, but I had no idea how to make that evident…other than making them speak German or something. And the only thing I know how to say in German is "die".

Thanks to everyone who reviewed!

tR00 kaNgaR00- Yes, that was my plan. To make Ron the spokesperson for Mad Libs cause they're paying me royalties. Psh, I wish! But yes, Ron makes anything hot…not like…I think of him that way…cause I'm not…STOP STARING AT ME. Lol, thanks for reviewing!

TheLynx- Hello again, my friend! Do not make fun of my city, woman! GO LEAFS! Lol. Toronto does not like your car because it is not worthy! NOT WORTHY I TELLS YA! And no dying…dying bad.

Sarah Rudzin- Thanks! Patience is a virtue, Madame, which makes you…uh…virtuous? I dunno.

MoonGoddess25- I stopped liking x-files after I watched an episode with this weird Buddah statue that made no sense. I was so confused…I've hated it ever since. But I DO like the music. Haha.

backsplash007- I LOVE HAMSTERS! Hamtaro, if we work together it's much better. Cough I mean…I don't watch that show…shifty

Harry/Harriet- Hellooooo pickle. Lol. You know you liked the toe, Miss. Kama Sutra! XD!

sweet775- Why thank you ma'me, I try :)

Abigail-Nicole- Silver Phoenix is my heroooo. Woo, so that's a huge compliment. Ghetto Neville actually stemmed from an idea my friend Rhys had. Thanks for the song! As a friend/reviewer once said… "simply ridiculous, dahling" wink

Mae- LICKS THE EYEBROW! haha!

Meknowenglish- You are my new best friend. Let us go out for fries…and pie. And what's NOT with the raccoons…think about it.

Cissa- Ahh, welcome back, madame. And thank you, greatly appreciated.

Vanyaria Darkshadow- Cracks a whip DANCE MONKEY DANCE! I mean…thanks for reviewing! Grin

Nic- You know you looooove me, you wanna kissss me, you wanna make me diiiiinner. Please? I'm hungry.

And last but certainly not least…

Gred Weasley- Sorry it took so long. This is what description does to me. And American Idol. And Aliens…but that's another story.

Question: Has anyone seen the "Mini Ritz Scooba" commercial? With that awesome song? I'm wondering if it only shows in Canada…

Anyway! Now, a poll/question thingy for reviewers: which character would you most like to see introduced into the story, or a character already introduced that you would like to see more of. Hmm?