Dumbledore's Secrets

Secret 11: The Snail Club

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"Who was that boy?" Asked Slughorn.

"That was Billy Rockstar." Said Harry in an awed voice.

"Well tell this 'Billy' as he's called, that he should come back here and clean up his mess." Said Slughorn.

"Uh, I don't think he made a mess." Said Neville.

"Yeah he did, look at all this mud on the floor." Said Slughorn.

"Slughorn-er-Professor Slughorn, that's not mud it's-Chocolate cake." Said Harry after tasting it. "Look at the frosting and the gooey inside. Mmmm, cake….." He went off into thought (obviously of cake).

"Hm, chocolate cake. Where have I heard that before? Oh yes, I got one off of the Lunch Trolley here on the train." (He said this to himself.) To the group he said "Well, it's a good thing you found that cake or I'd be forced... to………………………………………………………………………...

………………………. (Suspenseful isn't it?)………………………………...

…………………………………………………………..buy another one. (Dun, dun, dun.) Because as you all know, well, will know, I either get what I want or I change my mind. And on a related note, the reason you've all been invited here, are you ready? Okay, here it comes, the reason you've all been invited here is………………………the Snail Club! Yay!"

"Huh?" They all said.

"Well, this club is a club I devised myself, it's comprised of the most talented witches and wizards in the school." Said Slughorn.

"This is all there is?" Asked Ginny.

"Well, no, but I couldn't fit anymore kids in here, so I've decided only to allow you guys. Congratulations on passing the first test."

"Okay," said Blaise "and it's called the Snail club because…."

He let Slughorn finish his sentence for him. "Well duh! It's named after me! Woo hoo! Isn't this great?" He asked just about everyone.

"But" started Cormac McLaggen, one of the kids in the compartment "your name is-er-" He looked at his invitation "Professor H. E. F. Slughorn."

"So?" Asked Slughorn.

"Um, your name is Slughorn, not Snailhorn." Cormac said.

"You know, Maybe I should change the name to the Slug Club, yeah, that's it. The Slug Club, mmm perfecto." He said this last word with a hint of Italian in it. "But, alas, my dear Cormac, the only way I could do that was if I-" He jumped at Cormac.

"Professor, step away from the boy and no one gets the Bat Boogey Hex put on him." Said Ginny authoritatively.

"I wasn't going to do anything to him I was just going to-ah never mind." Slughorn said. "Really, I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe you guys just let me rant like that. Oh well, okay, you can go now. You'll be sent invitations whenever I'm having a meeting or a……..party. Good Bye."

They all got up and headed for the door. Now, Harry who hadn't been listening to any of this was aroused from his trance-like state he had been in while reading the letter from Dumbledore. Though, he only had enough time to read about a paragraph from it, our sources say it went something like this:

Okay, I'm going to continue to explain this issue with you anyway. Well, when the problem ensued I-ow, my contact just fell out, good thing I wear these glasses to keep the contacts in. You know, I only use the glasses because I think they make me look smarter, or as young people call it, wiser. Yeah, my glasses don't do anything, except make me look cool. It's my contacts that do all the work. Who knew a muggle device would work so well. Anyhow,

That's as far as he got. For then Neville told him the meeting was over and he could go now.

Well, while nothing is happening, I think this would be the perfect time to do this: yadah yadah yadah yadah yadah ya. And this: Back at the Burrow, on this lovely morning, Fleur woke up to the sound of thunder. Nothing strange about that right? Well, when she tried to sit up, she saw her left arm, and her left leg, and her right leg, and her-oh my, her right arm was...

BLACK. That's right; it was BLACK (Why is BLACK written in all caps.?). "Hm," she said to herself "this isn't good--------------my make-up came off my arm again. Now everyone can see me for what I am-a girl with a BLACK arm-NOOOOOOO! Oh wait, I could just put more make-up on. That's a good idea, I'll do that." She got up out of bed and did just that, and they all lived happily ever after. I just love happy endings. Well happy times don't last forever; let's bump back over to the Hogwarts Express.

"Uh Neville" said Harry "I just remembered something, I saw Draco Malfoy-you know him right?"

"Yeah." Said Neville with a shiver. "Jeez it's cold in here."

"Uh yeah, well I need to get in his compartment. If I put on my invisibility cloak and follow Blaise Zabini into the compartment, I can hear what they're saying. I need you to cover for me in the other compartment okay? Oh, and be a dear and bring my luggage up to the castle."

"Uh Harry, The house elves do that, I don't have to."

"Oh, well don't tell Hermione that, she'll have quite a tantrum." Said Harry.

"Oh, she already knows, she read it in Hogwarts, A History." Said Neville proudly (why proudly?). "Okay, well, I guess this is good bye then. I always hate good byes; I wish we never had to say them." Said Neville.

"Well, we could just turn our backs on each other and walk away." Said Harry.

"Hm, that's a good idea." Said Neville.

And with that they turned their backs on each other and walked in opposite directions. Well, they couldn't really do that seeing as both of their destinations were in the same direction. They settled for not looking at each other.

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