I never know when I'm going to post a new chapter, I have to be in a certine mood. I can't force it out. Lucky for you, I was in that mood today.

This chapter is a little... crazy? You will see why. I hope you like it. And kinda understand it. A bit. Hopefully.

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Ginny Potter

Dishwasher Stakeout

Day 5, Part I

5:37 PM

Psychologists are in league with the dishwashers. How do I know this? Because today,I visited a psychologist.

My mind is forever scarred.

What happened, you ask.

I'll tell you what happened.

There I was. Stripped of a wand, sitting in a window-less room. The lights were off except for a bright lamp-thingy that was shining in my eyes. A scary man with a horrible French accent strode around the room, throwing questions at me. His eyes seemed to disappear underneath his caterpillar eyebrow.

"You'll never break me! I'll never tell you!"

He surveyed me for a moment. "You are strong, but what if I showed you THIS! Bawahaha!" He flicked a light switch and light flooded the room, displaying a chalk-white dishwasher.

I screamed. Silence echoed through the room. Then, moving slowly, the psychologist pressed a button on the "you-know-what."

A grinding thrum bounced off every surface as the dishwasher came to life. It raised up on its hind legs and its mouth opened in a howling shriek. Inside racks splintered as they moved to become teeth.

I knew then, that I was going to die.

I fell to my knees, despite being tied to a chair by my ears, and started whispering to the floor. Seconds later, as a result from my desperate wand-less magic, giant bat bogeys burst from the dishwasher's . . . er . . . nose. Yeah, that's right, it's nose.

Now it was my turn to cackle "Mawahahahahaha! Don't mess with Ginny Molly Weasley Potter!"

Then, the psychologist turned into Cho Chang. My maniacal laughter turned into barking anger.

"I should have known that you were the one behind this, Chang." I spat the words at her feet, my ears straining, still tied to the chair.

"Keehehehe!" she walked toward the dishwasher and stroked it behind it's . . . uh . . . ears. "Don't you just love my gorgeous pets? But, then again, did you hear what they did to the late Mrs. Potter?" I sat up in confusion, "Oh, wait, you didn't.

"Let me tell you about it. Mrs. Ginny Potter went to a muggle doctor, hoping to figure out why she thought that dishwashers were evil. While talking to the doctor, a dishwasher sprung out of hiding and attacked poor Mrs. Potter. Mr. Harry Potter, in his grief, fell for his first school sweetheart. Oh, wait, that would be me." She laughed a hideous girly laugh and smiled a smile that she must have stolen from a muggle doctor who's preparing to do a "sugary."

"You'll never get away with this, Chang!" I said bitterly, biting back tears of anger and desperation.

She smiled and whistled to her "pet."

I held my head high, determined not to go down without a fight. As the dishwasher prowled toward me, I thought one last thing before falling into darkness.

Harry. James. Albus.

Hmmmmm...

What in the world is happening????

Tell me what you think!!!!

Review!

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