A/N: For now I'm not going to bring anyone new to the story, but maybe next chapter. Also sorry for the kind of late update, I'm trying to update each weekend. I'm on Thanksgiving Break, right now and I'm busy with family stuff, but I will update soon. Again thanks for everything!

Thanks to my fantastic beta, TheDeepestDepth.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story. (I wish I did though :( )

Chapter Two

The Vanishing Glass

"The Vanishing Glass," Ginny read.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Terry asked.

"It's probably some accidental magic that Harry did," Neville reasoned.

Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all.

"So they're just as awful as before," Hannah sighed unhappily.

The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr.Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantel piece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different colored bonnets

"Why would they put a bonnet on a beach ball?" Dennis asked, confused. No one had an answer for that though.

Ginny smirked, "I think they're talking about Dudley there, actually."

— but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photo graphs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being `hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.

"Maybe he's gone!" Colin exclaimed happily.

Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.

"Darn. He's still there," Colin said disappointed.

"You knew he lived there. Why would you think he wouldn't be there any more?" Ginny asked, trying to get him to think logically.

Colin just stuck his tongue out at her.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

"Such lovely thing to wake up to," Anthony said.

Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.

"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.

"It was only just a dream," Ernie sang to Susan in a high-pitched screech.

Susan just whacked him in the back of the head.

His aunt was back outside the door.

"Are you up yet?" she demanded.

"He'd only been gone, what? Two minutes?" Parvati asked, annoyed, "give him some time."

"Nearly," said Harry.

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."

Harry groaned.

"I would too! Who wants to make their fat cousin bacon? Watching him eat it would be disgusting," Justin said, shuddering.

"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.

"He didn't say anything!" Lavender said, "Sheesh!"

"Nothing, nothing…"

Dudley's birthday — how could he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider

"I can imagine Ron's horror at just the thought of that," Seamus said remembering their time together as dorm mates.

off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.

"WHAT?" all of the D.A., besides Ginny, screamed.

"He slept in a cupboard?" asked Hannah, clearly not expecting an answer, "how could they be so cruel, he's their nephew! He's possibly Mrs. Dursley's last link to her dead sister!"

When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike.

"He's worse than Malfoy, with the amount of presents he gets." Padma said, disgusted.

Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise — unless of course it involved punching somebody.

"The book is talking about Dudley hitting Harry, isn't it?" Luna asked Ginny, sadly.

The red-head only nodded slowly, trying to suppress her hatred of this family.

Dudley's favourite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast.

"Isn't that the truth?" Michael laughed, shaking his head and remembering the Quidditch matches against Harry.

Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age.

"No, I think he would have always been a midget," Ernie said seriously.

He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobby knees, black hair,

"I always heard that he looked exactly like his dad," Hannah said.

and bright green eyes.

"But his mom's eyes," finished Ginny softly.

He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.

"He liked the scar?" Justin asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Neville said slowly. He was confused, as long as he had known Harry, he hated that scar.

He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.

"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said.

"A car crash? You have got to be kidding me!" Susan exclaimed furiously.

"And don't ask questions."

Don't ask questions — that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.

"How is he supposed to learn, if he can't ask questions?" Anthony asked.

Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.

"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.

"That's not going to work," Seamus snickered.

About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way — all over the place.

Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head.

"Attractive," Lavender said, pursing her lips in disgust.

Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel — Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.

"Since when is Harry a jokester?" Ernie said amazed.

"Actually, Harry has a very good sense of humour" Ginny told him. "It just doesn't come out very often, not any more," she finished softly.

Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."

"What a little brat," Zacharias said.

Michael opened his mouth to make some snide comment, but thought better of it and said nothing.

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marie's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy."

"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face. Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.

"Huh, Harry is actually eating something." Padma said surprised. When everyone gave her strange looks she defended herself. "He's so skinny, I didn't think he ate anything."

"And she's the one in Ravenclaw," Michael muttered under his breath. Thankfully neither twin heard him.

Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"

"And she encourages him!" Parvati exclaimed, disgusted by these people.

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty… thirty…"

"This is just pathetic," Hannah said.

"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.

"Why does she insist on using the creepiest pet names for him?" Parvati whispered to Lavender who just shrugged.

"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then." Uncle Vernon chuckled.

"Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. 'Atta boy, Dudley!" He ruffled Dudley's hair.

At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR.

"... Em, does anybody want to explain those things?" asked Terry.

Ginny just continued reading loudly as Colin opened his mouth.

He was ripping the paper off a gold wrist watch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.

"Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take him."

"Ms. Figg, she was the one who helped Harry after the Dementor attack," Ginny told Neville.

"I've heard of her," Dennis said excitedly.

She jerked her head in Harry's direction.

Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.

"Maybe it's not her," Dennis said, now doubtful.

"Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd planned this. Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs.Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr.Paws, and Tufty again.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy."

"Why don't they say his name?" Anthony asked, frustrated.

"They don't think he's important enough, or something stupid like that," Neville said scornfully.

The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn't there — or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug.

"Slugs aren't all that bad," Luna said quietly.

"What about what's-her-name, your friend — Yvonne?"

"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.

"You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully (he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer).

"Good try, Harry," Seamus laughed, "but it's not happening."

Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.

"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled.

"It would serve her right if Harry really did blow it up," Ernie grumbled.

"I won't blow up the house," said Harry, but they weren't listening.

"It looks like Harry doesn't agree, sorry Ernie," Susan laughed.

"I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, "… and leave him in the car…"

"I've heard of kids dying from heat when they were left in a car,"Hannah said horrified, "they wouldn't really do that to him, would they?"

"That car's new, he's not sitting in it alone…"

Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying — it had been years since he'd really cried — but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.

"You have got to be kidding me. He's worst than Zacharias," Michael muttered to Terry, who snorted.

"Dinky Duddydums,

Everyone laughed hysterically.

don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.

"I… don't… want… him… t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs.

"He always sp-spoils everything!" He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap in his mother's arms.

Terry grimaced, "urgh, I have nothing to say to that."

Just then, the doorbell rang — "Oh, good Lord, they're here!" said Aunt Petunia frantically — and a moment later, Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother.

Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.

Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys' car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside.

"What do you want know, you fat walrus?" Zacharias said exasperated.

"Aren't all walrus' fat?" Neville asked him mockingly.

He just gave Neville a dirty look as Ginny read over them.

"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harry's, "I'm warning you now, boy — any funny business, anything at all — and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."

"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly…"

But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did.

"Poor Harry," Colin said sadly.

The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen.

Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left "to hide that horrible scar."

Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses.

"I was bullied too, before Hogwarts," Justin said, "That's one of the reasons why I was so happy to come here."

Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off.

"Harry without his crazy hair," Lavender laughed, "Not possible!"

He had been given a week in his cupboard for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it had grown back so quickly.

"That's not his fault! It was accidental magic!" Susan exclaimed, "Wouldn't his aunt know that? She did have a magical sister, after all."

"She did," Ginny spit out bitterly, "but that doesn't mean that she would accept it."

Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puffballs).

"Eww," All of the girls and most of the boys said.

The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry.

Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.

"That was a good one, and he didn't get punished, brilliant!" Ernie said.

On the other hand, he'd gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley's gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there he was sitting on the chimney.

"He Apparated?" Anthony asked.

"No, he flew," Hannah said "That's why he's so good at Quidditch."

"He couldn't have done either," Michael said, "Both are impossible."

Ginny and Neville both laughed, and Luna had a small smile, because they all knew nothing was impossible for Harry.

The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harry's head mistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all he'd tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard) was jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump.

"Oh! Maybe that's what really happened!" Dennis said excitedly.

"No Dennis, that was just an excuse," Colin told his little brother.

Dennis just mumbled, "It could happen."

But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school, his cupboard, or Mrs.Figg's cabbage-smelling living room.

While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were just a few of his favourite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles.

"For some strange reason, I'm getting the feeling that they don't like Harry," Parvati said.

"…roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle over took them.

"I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."

"I thought Harry had at least a small amount of intelligence," Terry said.

Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache:

"MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"

Dudley and Piers sniggered.

"I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."

But he wished he hadn't said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon — they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.

"Harry is more likely to get dangerous ideas from that family, than from cartoons!" Ginny scoffed.

It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice cream sat the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry what he wanted before they could hurry him a way, they bought him a cheap lemon ice pop.

"Oh, Godric! Those are almost as bad as lemon drops!" Justin said.

"You really don't like lemon flavour things, do you?" Seamus asked laughing.

Justin only shuddered in response.

It wasn't bad, either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head who looked remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.

The D.A. all laughed aloud.

"So, they have a walrus and a gorilla in the family. They create so many lovely images." Padma giggled.

Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. He was careful to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunch time, wouldn't fall back on their favourite hobby of hitting him.

They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first. Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last.

"Dun, dun, dun…"

"It's not the time, for that Michael."

"Sorry Ginny."

After lunch they went to the reptile house. It was cool and dark in there, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley and Piers wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crushed it into a trash can — but at the moment it didn't look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.

Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils.

"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.

"Do it again," Dudley ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed on.

"Don't do that - it will make him uncomfortable," Luna said angrily.

"This is boring," Dudley moaned. He shuffled away.

"Your mum is boring!" Neville retorted.

Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He wouldn't have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself — no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up; at least he got to visit the rest of the house.

"You don't think Harry is going to talk to it, do you?" Justin asked shaking slightly. He still hadn't gotten over his encounter with the one Malfoy conjured in his second year.

The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's.

It winked.

"That's so creepy!" Lavender squealed.

Anthony was bewildered, "Snakes don't even have eyelids."

"The most important questions here is how Potter is a Parselmouth?" Zacharias said, "I mean, honestly, he had a muggle-born mum and his dad was, from what I know, one of those all Gryffindor families."

No one knew the answer - though they had all guessed at one stage or another - so Ginny said, "I'm sure we will find out."

Harry stared. Then he looked quickly around to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. He looked back at the snake and winked, too.

The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly:

"I get that all the time."

"I know," Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure the snake could hear him. "It must be really annoying."

The snake nodded vigorously.

"Yes he's talking to the snake, Justin." Susan said simply

"Where do you come from, anyway?" Harry asked.

The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry peered at it.
Boa Constrictor, Brazil.

"Was it nice there?"

The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo. "Oh, I see — so you've never been to Brazil?"

"Well, at least the snake is polite," Luna said.

As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Harry made both of them jump. "DUDLEY! MR.DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"

Dudley came waddling toward them as fast as he could.

"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor.

"Leave him alone!" Dennis said outraged.

What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened — one second, Piers and Dudley were leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with howls of horror.

"Whoa. What did he do?" asked Terry in horror.

Harry sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished.

All the jaws in the room, dropped to the floor. That was the most impressive accidental magic they had every heard of.

The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits.

As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said,

"Brazil, here I come… Thanksss, amigo"

"De nada," Seamus laughed.

The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.

"But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"

The zoo director himself made Aunt Petunia a cup of strong, sweet tea while he apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley could only gibber. As far as Harry had seen, the snake hadn't done anything except snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but by the time they were all back in Uncle Vernon's car, Dudley was telling them how it had nearly bitten off his leg, while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him to death. But worst of all, for Harry at least, was Piers calming down enough to say, "Harry was talking to it, weren't you, Harry?".

"No! Don't say that, rat boy! Now Harry is going to get in trouble," Colin said.

Uncle Vernon waited until Piers was safely out of the house before starting on Harry. He was so angry he could hardly speak. He managed to say, "Go — cupboard — stay — no meals," before he collapsed into a chair, and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy.

Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later, wishing he had a watch. He didn't know what time it was and he couldn't be sure the Dursleys were asleep yet. Until they were, he couldn't risk sneaking to the kitchen for some food.

"Well now we know why he was always such a midget, he never got anything to eat," Michael said, aghast.

He'd, lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as he could remember, ever since he'd been a baby and his parents had died in that car crash. He couldn't remember being in the car when his parents had died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead.

"That would be awful," Susan whispered sadly, "Having to remember being hit with the killing curse."

"I still don't understand how he survived." Anthony said. No one had the answer that, though.

"Remember in fifth year during O.W.L.s, when Harry fell out of his seat screaming, do you think he was thinking about his parents and it hurt that much?" Parvati asked frightened.

"Maybe," Ginny answered, not wanting to explain about Sirius in that moment, "But we will have to see. I have a feeling it will be somewhere in this book."

Ginny didn't realize that this book was only the first of many though.

This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldn't imagine where all the green light came from. He couldn't remember his parents at all.

"I wish he could see his parents, if only for a few moments, it would make him so much happier," Luna said, sad for her friend.

His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.
When he had been younger, Harry had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were his only family. Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they were, too.

A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley. After asking Harry furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Petunia had rushed them out of the shop without buying anything. A wild-looking old woman dressed all in green had waved merrily at him once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day and then walked away without a word. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look.

"Hmm. Weird." Ernie laughed mysteriously.

At school, Harry had no one. Every body knew that Dudley's gang hated that odd Harry Potter in his baggy old clothes and broken glasses, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's gang.

"That sounds like Malfoy," Seamus said, feeling bad for his dorm-mate. He'd escaped from one bully to get another.

"Well, that's it for chapter two," Ginny said.

"You all better get to dinners," Neville said, "You don't want to be hungry or all get caught not there."

They all grudgingly left the Room of Requirements. But just as Hannah was about to leave, she said one last thing to Neville, "I've got dibs on reading first once we come back."

He smiled and nodded at her and with that everyone was gone. Neville walked over to his bed, slid the book underneath it, and stared sadly at the ceiling. Who knew when he was going to be able to get some food?

A/N: Okay...so review, and all that other junk. I hope you liked it! Thanks!