A/N: WOW! I feel soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (well you get it) loved. Like to the extreme! And all the reviews and Relient K made me want to work on chapter 12. :p Not that I wasn't going to work on it fast. So anyway… once again thanks to Mother Crumpet for the ideas. So anyway! … here it is.

Tuesday, November 2nd, 10 P.M.

Now, remember how I said I'd probably get off easy with the detention and what not? Well I lied. Fred, George, Lee, and me had to clean up Snape's office. Snape! The crazy baboon! It's like he's never cleaned anything before. I can't believe McGonagal put us through that much torture! Shall I explain? I think I shall.

"Tonight," McGonagal said to us earlier this evening, "you four shall be cleaning up Professor Snape's office seeing as he has a nasty sort of flu." She made a sour face at that. I can see why. He's got a pretty big nose… his sneezes must be horrifying. Shiver. That's when I missed half of what she was saying. "Alright. Go to his office."

The four of us walked miserably down to the dungeons.

"Cleaning Snape's office," I said dully.

"It smells horrible," George said.

"We can smell it all the way in the classroom," Lee added in.

We all groaned as we knocked on his door.

"Enter," Snape said, his voice all nasally and what not. Eww.

"Hello Professor Snape," we all said, grim looks all over our faces. I know he's bad. I don't know what he did yet, but I know that he's bad. And I never want to help out the bad. Just the good and the funny. Like the twins and Lee.

"Just clean it up," Snape said miserably. "And don't make noise. I'm trying to sleep."

All of our expressions went sour once he shut the door.

"Snape sleeping," I whispered.

The others gagged and we got to work.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Lee asked. Oh Lord. I thought someone was paying attention. But what am I talking about? It's the Weasley twins. And Lee. They never listen. Not ever. Never! We are so completely screwed.

"So, none of us were listening?" I asked.

Fred and George smiled.

"What are you thinking?" me and Lee asked at the same time. We grinned.

"Well, we could clean up Snape's office," George started.

"But, Dumbledore always wanted to promote inter-house unity," Fred said. Whoa. That rhymes.

"So if we clean it," George said.

"And accidentally Gryfindorize it," Fred said. Ehe. I'm never going to get over the whole rhyming thing.

"Then we would be agreeing with Dumberdore," George said and smiled.

"And there's no possible way that we could get in trouble for any of it."

"Because we're just agreeing with him."

"They've got a point," I said to Lee after a couple seconds of silence.

"Should we raise the Gryffindor spirit?" Lee asked.

"We shall," I said. Fred and George smiled.

"You are learning well, dear Katie," George said.

So, after I dusted off the shelves and vials, after George cleaned up his desk, after Fred and Lee fought off some creature in a box, we made the room Gryffindor.

The fireplace now was gold with scarlet lions on the corners, his desk had scarlet and gold stripes all over it with a huge lion in the middle, his rug was scarlet with a gold lion, and a banner hung above the door and said 'Brave and Bold'.

"I think we did a spectacular job," Fred said, admiring our work.

"Absolutely splendid," George agreed.

"Fellow mischief makers would be proud," Lee said, wiping off a fake tear.

"One last touch," I said. I pointed my wand from the door way towards the center of the room. It made a soft noise and little pieces of confetti (scarlet and gold obviously) were now fluttering around the room.

"Niiiiice," the three said at once.

Once we left the office, we all had huge grins on our faces. No one ever comes out of the dungeons with grins on their faces…. Well, except the Slytherins. But they're just weird. They don't count.

"What do you think we're going to have to do tomorrow night?" Lee asked us.

"I dunno," I said. "Professors are unpredictable."

Wednesday, November 3rd

"Bell, Weasley, Weasley, Jordan," came the stern voice of McGonagal at breakfast. Didn't I tell you they were unpredictable? DIDN'T I? I think I did. I couldn't help but laugh mentally at the mention of two Weasleys. Come on. You know you laughed. Weasley, Weasley? You know it was funny.

Anyway, we all groaned and turned towards out professor. She was standing there with her hands on her hips.

"Yes, Professor?" Fred and George said at the same time. She glared. I know they didn't mean to say it together. They hate doing that. I think they're brains are connected. Like my mum always used to say, "Don't mess with twins. They have the same brain. It causes mayhem." It was either that… or something about pudding. But if it was that, then look where it got me. Three weeks of detention.

"What did you do to Professor Snape's office?" she asked shrilly. Oh jeez.

"We were promoting inter-house unity, ma'am," Lee said. Thank God for him. I completely forgot about that.

"And might I ask how?" she asked, looking down at him. Well, more so staring him down.

"Well," George said. "Dumbledore always wanted us to spread inter-house unity."

"And what a better way then encouraging dear Professor Snape," Fred said. Still rhymes. But I bet Fred is going to wash his mouth out with soap for calling Snape dear. Blech.

"So, we helped him along," Lee said. "By Gryffindorizeing his office!" Wow, it doesn't sound as good now. Eh.

"I'm going to have to agree with you because he has been extra picky with inter-house unity," McGonagal said thoughtfully.

What? WHAT? McGonagal is agreeing with us. That's almost as rare as Snape washing his hair! Merlin, I have better write this down. It'll be going down in history.

"I'm going to let you off this time," she said. Okay, this is weird. Isn't this weird?

That's so depressing.

"But don't do it again," she said, walking off.

We sat there for a couple of minutes until Angelina and Alicia walked up.

"Hello," Angelina said. Taking something that looked like eggs and putting it on her plate.

"Hi there," Alicia said.

"How in the name of Merlin did we get off of that?" Lee asked, still in awe.

Fred, George, and me just stared off.

"What happened?" Alicia asked, drinking some orange juice. Not at the same time though. That would be difficult.

"McGonagal didn't yell… or anything," Lee said, finally coming to his senses and eating toast. That sounds good.

"Surprise there," Alicia said sarcastically.

"It's not like she goes around screaming for no apparent reason," Angelina agreed.

"Shut it," Fred said. I guess we were the only ones who found that amazing. How sad.

We sat there for a few minutes in silence. Then Harry walked up. I wonder if he got my fruit basket. I sent him one, too. It had four pineapples. Four! Four bloody pineapples! And it had some mango things and some other fruits. Like grapes. Yeah….

"Hey," Harry said, walking up to our little gang group thing. I should just call us pirates. We are cool. We destroy! We're Gryffindors! Rawr! So anyway….

"Hey Harry."

"'Ello, mate."

"Blimey Harry, I think you shrunk!" George got hit in the arm because of that one. Alicia sure can hit. It left a bruise.

"Er… thanks George," Harry said. "Uh, Oliver booked us for practice at six tonight. So he wants us there at five thirty. I think he wants to spy on the Slytherins or something. I don't know. I sort of stopped listening to him."

"Don't we all, Harry," Fred said. "Don't we all."

Harry left and turned to walk away.

"HARRY WAIT!" I shouted. He looked back around.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Did you get my fruit basket?" I asked. So what if I wanted to know.

"Ha, yeah," Harry said. "Ron ate a pineapple. But it's alright. I've still got three." We both laughed.

"Spectacular," I said.

He walked away and I looked back to my breakfast. Well, then I looked at everyone else who was looking at me looking at them looking at me.

"What?" I asked as I lifted up my fork.

"You sent him a fruit basket?" Alicia asked. She normally came to her senses first, this time was no different.

"Yes," I said uncertainly.

"For any reason… in particular?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. HA! I can do that too! I raised my eyebrow. Then I did the other one. Then I did that one. They looked again.

"Sorry, what?" I said, forgetting the question.

"Why'd you send him a fruit basket?" Angelina asked, looking curious.

"Because," I began. " Sirius Black was after him and I felt bad for the lad and I sent him a fruit basket."

They just shook their heads at me. Good lord, I think they think that I'm insane.

Still Wednesday. Still November 3rd. Hospital Wing.

So I'm guessing you're wondering why the bloody hell I'm in the hospital wing… right? Well, if not then you can just leave.

So, we were playing Quidditch…ish. Like… Three chasers against one keeper and the beaters were hitting their bludger at Harry who had to doge them.

We were running these awesome plays. Me and Alicia would circle Angelina who would bolt to the goal and we'd fight of any other chasers but instead of shooting she'd drop it and I'd grab it and pass to Alicia and she'd pass to Angelina who'd then shoot. It's really confusing. Maybe you just have to see it.

Anyway, I went to catch the quaffle but Harry was there. I don't know why he was there. He, Fred, and George were supposed to be on the other side of the pitch. So I was really baffled at why he was over here. Maybe all of that pineapple got to his head.

Anyway, unfortunately for me, George hit a bludger, aiming it at Harry but I hit Harry out of the way so it hit me. Right in the back of the head. Then, because I never caught the quaffle, it fell and hit in the exact spot as the bludger. Let me tell you, that hurt like hell. So, I ended up passing out. They levitated me or something to the hospital wing because that's where I am now. With a concussion. Yeah. Isn't that just fine and dandy?

Whoops. Hold on. Madame Pomfrey's coming over here. I think she wants to check my poor bruised brain.

Okay, she says I'll be better soon. I'm surprised it, being my brain, didn't come out through my eyes or something. Bloody hell it hurt that bad. But, I have to stay in the Hospital Wing over night. Bummer. I miss half of my classes tomorrow. Yes, No double Potions.

She checked my head. It hurt and I got dizzy when I sat up. So guess who's staying in bed until she gets drugged or medicated! Katie. Yup. Me. Until I have to use the bathroom or something. That's going to suck. I can barely stay balanced.

So now I'm laying here. Thank Merlin I can think into this because I don't think that I could hold up a quill right now. That's pathetic! I'm not giving in.

Okay, I lose. I can't pick up the bloody quill. Stupid, stupid, stupid quill. The stupid thing is so bloody complicated. I swear, it's mocking me.

It's going, 'Look at me, Katie! You know you want to write with me! But you can't pick me up. BWAHAHA!' Bloody quill. I'M JUST GOING TO USE MY MIND! BEAT THAT QUILL!

I think this whole concussion thing has gotten to my head. Haha, get it? I hit my head. It went to my head…. Yeah.

I wonder what time it is. There's a clock on the other side of the room. Why did I leave my glasses at home? Bloody glasses. If they weren't so ugly I would wear them. But noooo they have to be stupid. Who lets a nine year old pick out glasses anyway! Merlin, my mum has got to learn.

POP

Speak of the devil. She's on my shoulder. You know mum, this whole thing, yeah, it's getting really old.

"How come I come when you're in the hospital?" she yelled in her little high pitched voice thing. God, this is messing with my brain.

"Mum," I complained. "Go away."

"Not until you tell me what happened!" she yelled. Good Grief, she's a pain. Someone needs more fruit…. I think an idea is approaching. 

Woe is I. I always thought it was me…. Oh well. How do I get her away?

I know. "I got a concussion, mum," I say, forcing a smile. Gah. Dizzy. "It's fine and dandy, okay?"

"How'd you do that?" her voice was getting on my nerves.

"Bludger… quaffle," I say. Wow, I remembered. How cool is that? You'd think this whole thing would jog my memory.

"That's it. I'm taking you off the Quidditch team," my mom said. I gapped at her.

"Yeah, no you're not," I say stubbornly. I bet she regrets giving me that gene. Ehe.

"Oh yes I am," she said.

"Mum, go away," I say. I flick her off of my shoulder with a little popping sound. I think she poofed right after that. So, no harm done.

Bugger, now I feel bad.

Dear Mum,

I didn't mean to pop you off my shouler. I was dizzy. Must go.

Much love,

Katie.

There. Now my guilt is gone.

I think Madame Pomfrey is bringing me some drugs… also known as medication. Finally.

There, the dizziness is gone. GAH! I forgot to ask what time it was. This is not good.

"MADAME POMFREY!" I shout. Yes. This thing has gotten to my head.

She turns sharply. First, she tries to calm a first year who apparently spilled his potion on him and well… now he has six eyes. Poor dear. If I knew him, I'd send him my sympathy. I'm generous like that.

"Yes, Miss Bell?" she asked sharply.

"Um… sorry to bother you and all," I say politely. Blimey, I'm such a great actress! I should get a Wicked Witch award or something.

She started tapping her foot. I had better make this quick.

"What time is it?" I asked quickly.

She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. After looking at her watch, she said, "Eleven forty."

Wow, that late…. Hmm.

"At night?" I asked, just to make sure. Hey, you never know. I could have been in here all night. You know times and me. We don't mix.

"Yes, at night, Miss Bell," she said in an annoyed manner.

"Thank you," I said, rolling over in my covers. It's cold. I'm sleeping.

Thursday, November 4th. Hospital Wing.

"Katie! Wake up!" came a voice. I think it's Lee. Who knows. He's whispering.

"Wooizit?" I ask, sleepily.

"Lee, pretend you've been awake," Lee said. "Pomfrey would kill me if she knew I woke up one of her patients."

I laughed. Hey, I'm not dizzy. SCORE!

"Tell me about it. I accidentally woke some deranged first year last night. She had a cow," I explained. Hey, the kid was deranged. Six eyes. Six bloody eyes!

Lee laughed.

"Well, he did!" I said in defese.

"Yeah, I know. He's my sister's friend," Lee said.

Whoops. "Whoops," I said.

"It doesn't matter," he said. We both laughed.

"Where's the rest of the pirates?" I asked. I'm telling you. Pirates is perfect for us.

"Erm… pirates?" Lee asked.

"The gang," I replied like it was no big deal.

"I'm not sure. They said that they'd be here soon though," Lee said.

"That's our friends," I said. Whoa. Who'd I get candy from? It's a mystery!

"Who's the candy from?" Lee asked, reading my mind.

"I was just thinking that. I have no clue," I said.

"How odd," Lee said. "Is there a card?"

I looked around. "Yeah," I say, pulling the small card out from under a Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans thing.

"What's it say?" Lee asked.

Hope you feel better.

"All it says is 'Hope you feel better'. No signature or anything," I respond.

"That's weird. Let me see." He snatched the note out of my hand.

"Yeah, it is weird," I said, snatching the note back. I want to solve this mystery.

"KATIE BELL!" came George's voice from the door. I stuffed the note back under the box.

"GEORGE WEASLEY!" I yelled back once I got situated once more.

"I'M SORRY!" he yelled, even though he was standing right next to me.

I gasped. "A Weasley? Apologizing? It must be a sign of the apocalypse. Deary, deary me," I said.

"How do you feel?" Alicia asked, sitting in one of the chairs next to me.

"Like I could go and run five- no fifteen miles!" I said proudly. They looked at me like I was crazy. They really have got to stop that. "Kidding."

"Wow," a few said.

"I should be fine in a few days," I say to them. "It's just a concussion. Nothing more then a bruised brain."

We laughed and I chucked chocolate frogs at all of them. We merrily ate them and laughed at random jokes. Then the bell rang and they had to get to their next class.

A/n: Gasp! What is going to happen? Well, I hope you liked the chapter. I had a writing spree this afternoon and found it very useful. I have no idea where this is going so it'll probably take a while till it's over. So, anything you want to happen, might. Just let me know!

Love,

Snuffles