To Whom It May Concern:

ah, hello my friends, 56 views, 8 reviews, more then the 3 each chapter as i asked. I AM PLEASED!

BIG hellos and thanks to Dobby's Love, DinozzoFan, atruwriter, KagomeRiddle93, Schermionie
and A. Lynn... i loved ur reviews.

First things first MY TEXT STYLE. this has been brought up in Ashwinder eggs, and osme other stories, so i thought i would explain. Some people read to learn ( intake) things, and some are visual. In my studies as a teacher ( ok, im in my last year of my degree, so not a full teacher, AND before anyone starts, im a practical drama teacher, so you dont have to worry about me teaching spelling :P ) we have to accomidate to all learning styles, so having the "speech" in normal text, and specific internal thought in bold italics, and the thoughts and movement in italics is my form of complying to the theroy taught to me. ALSO: as a film and drama student, thoughts and movement on scripts are in italics and lines in normal text, so maybe its thats backgrounds influence as well.

ANYWAYS

I will reiterate what i said before ( ie: REPEAT) i am on heavy doses of painkillers, and this is causing my hands to shake like they are holding a vibrator on the highest spead possible (NOT THAT I KNOW HOW FAST A VIBRATOR GOES... anyways) so my typing is a bit funny.I have been triple checking everything, but if i miss something im sorry.

ALso, as i suggested to Dino, GOOGLE the title of the story, and ul see the song, then maybe u will see the subtle mentions of the song in the text. the whole song appearing? i dont know, get back to me on that

BIG NEWS! I have started prac again, as a lovely school called Shailer Park. Great kids, great school, and good prac teachers!... so I MIGHT be a bit slow updating this, but im still having at least a 3 review limit before i updated, sorry peps.

now... here we go again :P and NO, I HAVE NOT BETA'ED THIS SORRY

ps: ack, ive already written the epilogue for this, and i cant think of the next chapter, but there has to before the epi... ARGH

pps: anyone want to beta ( i feel guility... my brains all mefullded, want to help me spring clean:P )

Harry really wasnt acting like himself... and he really diddnt want to. Sure his friends were being and doing what friends do, comforting in the face of great loss, but he diddnt want it, he really diddnt. so he walked out, he walked out of the dorm and left them to their sitting and stareing.

"Why is when you have everything you love around you, you feel so... lonley? so lonely.."

The-boy-who-just-wouldnt-die (according to Snape) walked the halls, his every step sounding so lould in the empty passages. Harry regreated making his friends take the long walk around the lake with him the day before, making all four of them the only students residnets in the old castle.

He could see the loose papers, absent quills and stray sneakers littering the halls. His magic kindred had run away so quicklyt in the days leading to, and the day of the funeral. While he paced up and down enchanted schoolings hallowed halls, his muddies scuffed volly conected with an empty "butterfizz" can.

WACK

"Stupid can"

WACK

"Take that"

WACK

"and That"

WACK

"its all your fault"

WACK

" ITS ALL YOUR FAULT ALBUS!"

"Oh, little potty thinks hes soooooooo big using heady poo's first name"

Potter looked up (and through) the eyes of the master ghost prankster, Peeves.

"Why is nasty little pot-pot playing around with the office gargoyle and not at home, me wonders?" the see through ghost chortled.

Harry looked at the gargoyle, sliding down to the base of the carved mass.. No longer would he laugh in front of the granite monstrosity, playing around with sweet names to go talk to the best father figure he has... or had.

"You know pot-head, its not so bad", said Flich's nightmare, floating upside down beside harry, his hand resting behind his head in a somewhat relaxed fasion.

"You have all those peps who want to help you, let them take you out of your oh so enjoyable misery, will ya? pbbbbbhhhh, your not even listening."

The "bloody annoying " (according to the Hogwarts Janitor) semi ghost looked surprisingly calmly at the green eyed boy and asked "So potty, you coming back next year?"

His only reply was a shakeing of a mass of black scruffy hair as the boy picked himself up off the floor, and 7 little words were heard as he walked away.

""I think it's going to rain today"

ppps: To whom it may concern? hehehhe, ifs my little quirk, just like LadySnapey likes sending back crazy replies. SPEAKING OF REPLYING REVIEWS: i cant at the mo, my account on here is playing up HMPH