I'm BACK! I know, you've all missed me. As a matter of fact I've missed myself. Yeah, that was lame…. But ANYWAY! I'm sooo sorry for not writing sooner! I kept leaving my notebook in my locker and then in my other back so I'd forget to write. I know, I know. I shouldn't have excuses. Sniffle. Please don't egg you computer in attempt to get it to me. You can say you were disappointed in me… but I'd be sad. Also! I'm happy that I'm getting some reviews even if it is the fourth chapter and I've only gotten five… but I appreciate those who have reviewed. It warmed my heart. ANYWAY!

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ON WITH THE STORY!

The Crazy Life of Katie Bell

September 17th, after practice

The first practice since the 'Oliver Incident' as I like to call it was so great! Oliver was actually nice to me. That's a first. Maybe he ate grapes. Grapes make everyone happy.

Anyhoo, tonight I'm going with Fred and George to Hogsmade to get the stuff for the party. That just happens to be tomorrow. No one knows. They think it's a practice, fools. And we're going to try and find Sirius Black. Crazy fools. Yeah, well, we've combined the 'Black Hunt' as I like to call it and getting the crap for the party… which is going to be the bloody bomb! Well, unless we all die in the 'Black Hunt'. That would suck let me tell you. Boy, my mom would kill me!

September 18th, 3AM

Sooooo tired. Just got back from Hogsmade. Can't form complete sentences…. Okay… well, we've got the party stuff. They had better appreciate it because I'm wicked tired. Okay, here's what happened.

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At about nine, last night, Fred and George came to get me. We walked outside and the two boneheads gave me a bloody ski mask. At first, I thought, 'Wow! Genius!' that's when I realized that it was a white ski mask instead of black so I had to explain to them the concept of dark in dark to them. Wow.

"You'd think by now you two would know to wear dark colors in the dark," I said, giving them back their mask.

"You'd think that," George said thoughtfully as Fred put the white ski mask, which looked like it was glowing in the darkness, back into his backpack.

Wow, anyhoo! We got into Hogsmade. Well, actually, we ended up in the Honeydukes cellar. Boy, that place was loaded with the goods! It's like the whole secret stash thing! Fred and George wouldn't let me take some. Darn them and their stupid morals.

Do you know how beautiful Hogsmade is in the winter? It's gorgeous. With the snow glistening on the roofs. Unfortunately, it's only fall so I don't get to experience the joy of bliss until November. Boy, do I sound like a Christmas card or what? But right now… erm… it's still nice. I mean… there's this really pretty… um… mud puddle over by that bench. Wait. Ew. It looks like someone's tossed their cookies in there!

Well, we were really quiet for the first few minutes. Have you ever noticed how good the air tastes in the fall? I know it sounds strange but it's really nice. Like… crisp. But anyway, we were all just walking with out hands in out pockets because is was C-O-L-D. Like really cold. Too cold for a fall day anyway. Damn! There's dementors out here isn't there? Oh that's great. Real great. There are dementors so it's cold and I forgot my gloves! Just my luck! But. SCORE! I've got my jacket. There's a bonus right there!

So anyway! I'm looking at the ground with my hands I my pockets and this big, black, scruffy but really, really skinny dog comes up to us. Awwwwww. It looks like a bear! The dog was so cute!

"Oh! Look at this dog, guys!" I squealed as I kneeled in a puddle. As a matter of fact, I kneeled in the puddle where it looked like someone had tossed their cookies in. Stupid puddle made me even colder because I had on my cool blue pajama bottoms. But the cute dog was warm so it's all good. And you really couldn't help but pet the poor thing to death! And that's exactly what I did. It was so friendly… except that it almost peed on Fred's leg. Heh.

"Awww!" Fred and George cooed sarcastically. Dorks. (CORAL! Ha)

"What an adorable-warable-wittle puppy!" George cooed. I raised an eyebrow up at him. It looked as if the dog did, also. How weird. And then it barked… but the bark sounded a lot more like a laugh then a bark. Strange. I was probably just imagining it.

"Ohh! Fred!" I said, looking over at Fred and still hugging the dog. I love dogs. They're the best pets ever! My dog, Micky, died over the summer. Man! I cried all day. And then I cried the next day too. But then the third day I didn't because I had to concentrate on a dance recital…. But on the fourth day I cried a lot. And Now I'm starting up again. I'm good. Anyway. "Fred! Go to the Three Broomsticks and get some food for this poor thing! It's skin and bones!"

"And fur," George added.

Fred laughed and shook his head as he walked towards the Three Brooksticks.

"George, look! It's a collar!" I yelped, looking down around the dog's neck. "All it says is 'Snuffles."

George didn't say anything. He just knelt down next to me (not into any tossed cookie puddles might I add) and started patting Snuffles' head.

It was quiet for a second and then he said, "Katie, L—" but he was cut off by Fred who was coming back. And you know what? It's driving my crazy that I don't know!

Fred is going to pay. Oh yes he is! Who knows what George was about to say! Maybe it was something stupid. Like Lemons. Or maybe it was something important like… liver? I don't know. But, boy, I'm going to cause Fred a lot of pain. Maybe I'll kick him in the shins. Hmm….

After we fed poor Snuffles some chicken and water, he followed us into Honeydukes. The owner wasn't pleased though. He was actually just about to close and quite distraught when we told him that the store wasn't supposed to close for another five minutes. We convinced him to let us in. It helped that Snuffles just happens to be really very good at the whole puppy eyes thing. Well, anyway, we bought butterbeer and junk, yes junk, food. Oliver isn't going to be too happy. He'll probably kill us if we make it back to the school alive. The next practice he gives us is going to be brutal.

After we bought all the stuff, it was about 11:30. We were kind of tired so we sat on the bench outside of the Three Broomsticks.

Snuffles was still with us at the time. He had his head laying in my lap. The poor thing. You don't know how much I just wanted to take him home with me. Or at least back up to the castle. But, instead of that, I just sat there with him.

Now, because I was with Fred and George, we didn't talk about normal stuff. Because, well that was Fred and George. You just kind of … don't. So, I turned to George and said, "So George," I started. "Before this idiot here," I pointed to Fred, "came over, what were you going to say? It started with an 'L'. Was it lemon? Because if it was… then I was thinking about nothing."

"Nothing," came a voice that didn't sound too much like George. As a matter of fact, it wasn't George. It was Fred that said that to me. George as too bust having this panicked look on his face. But boy did Fred sound mad!

I looked to George. Ooh. Twin rivalry.

They almost always get along. This is a rare thing you see. I smell trouble. I wonder if they'll have a fight! It's like a once in a lifetime thing! I should have sold tickets.

Fred was about to say something, but George cut in. "So Katie! How about those Irish?" Quidditch! Now I'll never know what they were talking about! It had to have been important! Ohh.

So he just went off in a rant talking about the Irish quidditch team. Grr. I could have got some hints! Both of them are in for a serious butt-kicking.

Fred gave him the look of death but then joined George in the quidditch talk. Boy, I felt teamed up against. But that'd pretty much how it went until midnight. We sat there talking. By 12:30, we were down at the Shrieking Shack.

"Did you know that this is the most haunted place in Britain?" I asked them. Obviously they would. I mean come on. It's Fred and George!

"Yeah," George replied from my right. "Did you know that there's werewolves in there?"

"Don't be stupid. Of course there's not. Not this close to the school anyway," I commented. Hey, sometimes my fourteen-year-old brain can make some kind of sense.

"Yeah there is," Fred supplied. "You can't hear the howling?"

They were quiet for a minute and the three of us looked up at the moon. It was full. Great, just great. No gloves, wet knee, it's cold, and those damn dementors (who I still haven't seen) are making is colder. Anyway! But as we looked up to the moon, I heard a howl. You know… like an AHHOOOUUUU! Yeah, that kind of thing. It made me shiver. Snuffles must have felt it because he looked up at me. Such a sweet dog. I patted his head.

"Maybe it's just a dog from someone who lives in the town?" I suggested, still scared out of my mind. But I'm not going to show it. Showing fear is below me!

They smirked. "Right," the two said together.

Trying to bring the conversation to a … more humorous level, I said, "Hey, you never know. It could be Professor Lupin having a wicked party in there." They laughed and we all relaxed.

"You guys want to go inside?" Fred asked. He was such a rebel.

"It's all boarded up, mate," George said. "There's no way we could get in there."

"Yeah, and even if we could, it'd be completely mental. Who would want to?" I asked. I heard Snuffles sigh. I wonder if he can understand us. Oh well. I just kept petting him.

"Come on guys. It's 12:07. We've got time to blow! Who cares if we fall asleep! Just don't do it into your potion!" Fred kind of yelled.

George laughed. "Like Nigel McGrauger in out second year! He was in the hospital wing for a week and couldn't talk! The potion took his whole mouth off!"

I laughed.

"Come on! What's life without chances?" Fred said.

Snuffles tensed up. He looked up at Fred and started barking. I tried to calm him down but he wouldn't. Snuffles just kept barking and jumping.

"He's got a point. We've got time to spare. I've got my ways," George said. I just shrugged.

There was no way I was going to show them that I was terrified of the old creaky house. No way. These two would never let me live it down. And, if they do somehow find out and torment me, I'll just have to kick their butts.

I got in the middle of Fred in George, Fred leading, and we hopped the gate. Snuffles was still barking like crazy. It was weird. Almost as if he didn't want us to go. I ignored him. What do dogs know? Wow, I can really not make sense sometimes. Anyway….

Once we all got over, we ran up to the house. I heard a moan and a howl and I cringed. I hope that they didn't see that.

Fred had this weird smile on his face as he reached up to one of the boarded windows. Why do I agree to do some of the stuff that these two get me into? I need more common sense. I should start hanging out with that Hermione Granger…. Then again, she almost got herself eaten by a troll…. What is the world coming to?

Him and George both pulled on the board. It looked like it was barely nailed into the wall, but apparently it was. They pulled. From the front I could hear the howls and from the back I could hear the barks. Then I got this weird feeling my stomach like it made it do flip flops. Then I got my mum on my left shoulder. You know, how like… there's an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other…. Well, since my life is totally messed up, I got my mom. Come on. Couldn't it have been one of the members of the weird sisters?

Anyway, my mini-mum looked up at my head. Man, even when she's three inches tall, she still scares me. "Katherine Ann Bell! What in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing! It's passed midnight! You should be in bed! Not breaking into a house!"

"M-mum?" I asked, still shocked. She nodded grimly and tapped her foot. Ha. It tickled. "Why are you on my shoulder… at midnight?"

"I got bored waiting up for your father," she said. "But that doesn't explain you!"

"Well, mum, you see, the thing is—" I started to explain. Really! I did. But Fred and George were pulling really hard and apparently, Fred's hands slipped causing him and George to land on top of me. My mini-mum fell off of my shoulder and was running in the grass shrieking.

"KATHEINE ANN BELL! WE ARE NOT THROUGH YET, YOUNG LADY! WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER HEARS ABOUT THIS!" it would have been very, very scary if she hadn't been three inches tall and sounding like she was on helium.

I stifled back a laugh and said in the most serious voice that I could muster, "Okay, mum."

She poofed away in an angry little puff of smoke and Fred and George just stared at the spot where she was standing.

"Fred, George," I said in between laughs. "You have just met my mum."

"Wow," they both said at the same time.

"No wonder why you're so short!" Fred exclaimed.

"Yeah!" George agreed. "Your mum's a leprechaun!"

"Not funny!" I said, hitting the two in the arm.

By the time we finished trying to break in, unsuccessfully by the way, it was two in the morning. We spent an hour and a half trying to break into a place that seems like the magic inside isn't even worthy of Dumbledore!

We leapt over the gate once more and Snuffles finally stopped barking. I swear, that dog is trying to tell us something. But by now, the wet part of my pjs were frozen from the tossed-your-cookies puddle and my fingers are about numb. But its about 5 in the morning and I have classes tomorrow so I'm going to need some sleep!

au revoir.

Katie

Wow! My longest chapter yet! I hope you're happy! I had fun writing it! Except for all of the interruptions! Stupid phone. So read, review! BE HAPPY! Yeah, anyway this took me a while. I was like a snail. The next chapter should be up soon. But I'm pretty sure its going to have some potions and a pppaarrrrtttaayyyy. Yeah. Well, read, review. I'll post soon, promise this time!

--Snuffles