Chapter 5

The Sirens + The Golden Trio ?

Overview: Here's the timeline. Harry and all had been chatting on the chat rooms for about a month already. It's nearing October already, and a few days ago (chapter 4) Harry had met the two interesting moderators. Today, Hannah (me) has already finished one set of chatting, and a new one arises. What happens next?

Disclaimer: No. I don't own Harry Potter. But credit goes to me for the lovely storyline! And thank you to my friends; Sarah, Vivian and Zoey for letting me put them in the story. But then again, other than MY character and the storyline, I don't own a twig.

Apologies: I'm sorry, I know I promised this chapter last week, but I've been busy. I do have a life, but I'm sorry for being late.

Thank You: To all the people who have given their support!

Note: This part will be in story form, not chat room form. Okay – maybe partially chat room form.

New Characters:

Zoey Iris: xxGlitterGlossxx; ArsenicLove

Vivian Carroll: LethalInjections; PoisonLove

New IDs:

Hannah A.: FatalisticLove

Sarah Connor: CyanideLove

Story Starts Now.

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I stared blankly at the computer.

"This is utterly stupid," I said to myself, scrolling through the chat room. In reality I didn't sign off, I just went invisible. I stared at the conversation that started after I left.

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xxGlitterGlossxx and LethalInjections have entered the Hogwarts' Student Chat Room

xxGlitterGlossxx: Hey people, Zoey Iris here

LethalInjections: Vivian Carroll.

ModeratorSarah: Hey guys, you just missed Hannah, wait – lemme change IDs.

ModeratorSarah has signed off

CyanideLove has signed on

CyanideLove: Ahh. That's better.

BoyWhoLived: You can have two IDs?

TheSmartestWitch: Um, duh Harry. And you're back.

BoyWhoLived: Well, yeah. And how?

TheSmartestWitch: Go to a Mod and create a new ID with them. They'll be able to authenticate it.

xxGlitterGlossxx: Yeah, I mean, Hannah herself has about half a dozen IDs to her name.

LethalInjections: Seriously? I lost count already.

BoyWhoLived: Hannah, as in the sadistic, sarcastic and extremely cynical moderator? Are we talking about that Hannah?

xxGlitterGlossxx: Typically, Sarah's the more cynical of the two but Hannah can't lighten up sometimes. Takes things too seriously.

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I snorted as I read the conversation. Actually, I have a dozen, I thought to myself. I scrolled down a little until I saw the part about me. I am not that cynical, I thought, fuming inwardly. Well, maybe I am but I can lighten up. Sheesh. I picked up a piece of parchment from my bag and looked through my list of sign in names and passwords before turning back to the conversation.

TheRedKnight has signed in

TheRedKnight: Hey guys, heard the news? After Sarah hit Malfoy with the computer, he got so concussed; he had to go to the Hospital Wing!

TheSmartestWitch: How bad is it?

TheRedKnight: Don't know. I saw Pansy Pug-Face running after his goons screaming like a banshee.

LethalInjections: LoL. That's funny. But then again, she already sounds like a banshee anyway, and she's crazy enough to be one.

TheRedKnight: What's 'LoL'

CyanideLove: Laugh Out Loud. Abbreviation.

TheRedKnight: Oh.

BoyWhoLived: I have a weird feeling, guys.

TheRedKnight: What? You're psychic now, mate?

BoyWhoLived: Dunno, just that I have a feeling that someone is watching us.

xxGlitterGlossxx: Hannah.

CyanideLove: Yup, definitely Hannah. The whole gang – but Alyssa, she's in Beaubaxtons, is here. So only she could be watching.

LethalInjection: Talk about your big brother...or in this case big sister.

BoyWhoLived: Is she really that controlling?

TheSmartestWitch: I wouldn't say controlling.

TheRedKnight: Then? And how do you know?

TheSmartestWitch: Um, ahh...

CyanideLove: She's just emo. When she gets mad, she sits back, fumes for a while, plots her revenge.

xxGlitterGlossxx: Well, you forgot the part where her revenge plans usually come true

LethalInjections: Yeah, but it's worse when she's depressed.

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I snarled as I read that. Okay, I am reading. But that's just mean, I thought. "I thought I heard something," came Sarah's voice from somewhere in the Slytherin section of the computer lab. I stayed silent and stared at the light of the screen. "Dunno, could have been a snarl," piped up Vivian from the Hufflepuff section. "Hannah snarls, but I don't see her," said Zoey from Ravenclaw. "That's it, I'm signing in," I murmered.

I signed off my moderator account and signed into the one I use when I'm mad.

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BloodyVengeance has signed in

BloodyVengeance: Now since when do the Sirens talk about each other behind their back?

xxGlitterGlossxx: Ah…um…hi Hann.

TheRedKnight: Ahahahaha, you three are in for it.

BloodyVengeance: And? My answer please.

LethalInjections: Yeesh Hann, you scare me. – waaaaaahhhh-

CyanideLove: Viv – you're weird. Live with it, but don't impose it on us.

xxGlitterGlossxx: Okay, we're not supposed to. But we couldn't help it.

CyanideLove: Anyway, you were reading, so that doesn't count as behind your back.

BloodyVengeance: Oh yeah, but I was invisible. You didn't think I was reading until Psychic Boy here had his feeling.

BoyWhoLived: Leave me out of this please.

BloodyVengeance: Shaddup Harry.

BoyWhoLived: -pouts-

xxGlitterGlossxx: Sorry Hann.

BloodyVengeance: Mmph.

TheRedKnight: You people are funny.

TheSmartestWitch: RONALD! –thwack-

TheRedKnight: Oww…

BoyWhoLived: -falls over laughing-

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I shook my head because I heard hysterical laughter coming from the other end of the Gryffindor section and the prelude: a sharp slapping noise. "Sheesh, can you people keep it down. I know we're chatting online to you guys, but come on!" said Zoey, standing up. "Whoa – and which one are you, Ravenclaw?" said Ron, looking at her strangely. "Zoey – thank you very much," she replied before sitting down. I distinctly heard her make a noise that sounded like, 'idiot'.

I giggled and looked back to the conversation. Then I remembered I wasn't mad anymore.

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BloodyVengeance has signed off

FatalisticLove has signed on

FatalisticLove: I'm back in black.

LethalInjections: Haha, welcome back

xxGlitterGlossxx: Wait – now we're using our Siren sign in names? Wait a sec.

xxGlitterGlossxx and LethalInjections have signed out

ArsenicLove and PoisonLove have signed in

ArsenicLove: Uh huh, we're back in black.

PoisonLove: Zoey, stop being weird. Only Hann can pull off that excessive weirdness.

FatalisticLove: -whee- I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM!

CyanideLove: -shakes head- Sure you don't Hann. Whatever you say.

ArsenicLove: Aww, shaddup Sazz, let her have her fun.

PoisonLove: Would you like your Hannah served hyper or emo?

CyanideLove: Can I have normal?

ArsenicLove: Hann's not normal. She doesn't have a normal setting.

FatalisticLove: Really? So I have buttons? Or do I have one of those knob things you can twist?

CyanideLove: -sighs-

FatalisticLove: Hey Harry, Hermione, Ron

ArsenicLove: -phew- She's on normal. She's being somewhat normal.

PoisonLove: Uh huh.

BoyWhoLived: You remember us?

FatalisticLove: Who wouldn't remember the famed Golden Trio?

PoisonLove: Greeeaatt…she's being cynical. I hate cynical.

CyanideLove: Shaddup.

PoisonLove: Well boo to you too fun sucker.

ArsenicLove: You both, quit it.

CyanideLove: Hann – no cynical-ness. Please – I don't think we could handle it.

FatalisticLove: Oh shaddup Sazz, listen, it's time for dinner, and I'm going up to the dorms, I'm tired.

TheRedKnight: You get tired?

BoyWhoLived: Shaddup Ron.

ArsenicLove: M'kays. See ya Hann.

CyanideLove: See yas. Meeting as usual?

PoisonLove: Whaddya say, clan leader?

FatalisticLove: Ha. Usual place, usual time. See ya.

CyanideLove: See ya.

FatalisticLove has signed out

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I signed out and stood up from my corner in the Gryffindor section. I picked up my bag and was about to walk out through the main entrance, bypassing the Gryffindor entrance to avoid revealing which house I was from. Yeah, each house has its own exit from the computer lab. I noticed the Trio looking over at me. I smirked. Let's see what happens next, I thought.

"Hey Zoey," I called over to the Ravenclaw. Zoey at 5'7, stood up, her being taller than me by more than 3 inches. "What," she asked, pushing her ice blonde hair – German heritage - behind her ears. She adjusted her red and black glasses. "Well, since my sister lost my Fall Out Boy CD, do you mind bringing yours?" I asked. What with Hogwarts making an exception to computers working here, they also included musical devices. "Nah – no problem, I'll bring it if you bring Green Day," she replied, grinning.

"WHAT? Sophie LOST your FALL OUT BOY CD? As in your Limited Edition 'Dark Skies and Underdogs Under The Cork Tree' Fall Out Boy CD?" said Sazz, standing up in a rage from the Slytherin side. Sophie was my thirteen year old sister in Slytherin. "Uh…yeah, cool your jets Sazz, no biggie," I said, trying not to betray the fact that I was really upset about that. What? Not to sound superficial or anything, but I really loved that CD. Sazz – or Sarah was the extremely cynical Slytherin Moderator. She was about 5'8, a little taller than Zoey, but thinner. She too wore a pair of glasses, but they were thin silver frames. Sazz glared at me, her dark eyes scaring the heck out of me.

"No biggie? Hann – you were saving up all your 'muggle' pocket money for that CD," said Vivian, leaning against a wall. Vivian was the most tolerant and the nicest. A little zany and too cynical though. Actually – all my friends are cynical. She was the only one who could – generally stand my excessive emo-ness. The tallest at almost 6'0 even, she looked like a model. But she was a model with curves. Her pale brown hair was piled into a messy bun.

"Oh shaddup Viv, anyway – I have some stuff I want to do. See ya later," I said, walking out and towards the dorms. Little did I know that someone was following me.

Harry's Point Of View

"Ahh – I think I'm going to go drop my bag off at the dorm before going down to dinner," I said to Ron and Hermione. "Ah – no problem mate. Want us to come along," asked Ron. Hermione elbowed him savagely in the ribs. "Ron, why don't we save a seat for him?" said Hermione, through gritted teeth. Ron shot her a death glare while massaging his lower ribs. "Fine," he mumbled, and followed her reluctantly out of the lab. I stifled laughter, watching them. Hermione was a regular Mrs. Weasley.

The three girls stood up. "Well Sirens, we don't wanna be late for dinner," said the ice blonde one. "Ha – no worries there; what with us and our speed," said the Slytherin, grinning. "Hey, who's table are we supposed to sit at today," she asked. "Uh – it was supposed to be our esteemed head chowhound, but since she's not here…" said Vivian – the Hufflepuff, shrugging.

"We are not sitting at my table, my house will kill us," said the Slytherin, shaking her head. No doubt they would. Head of those would be the King of Prats; Malfoy, I thought. "Well, I don't think we can sit at my table, they'll yell at us for being too loud," replied the blonde girl. "FINE – we'll sit with the boring stiffs. But if Hann comes down, we shift. Okay?" said Vivian.

They walked past me, and Vivian stopped. "Hey Harry," she said. I looked at her. Not that hard, since she was a little taller than me. "Yeah," I replied, grabbing my bag. "If ya wanna catch her, I would suggest you hurry 'cause you don't know where she went," she said, nonchalantly walking away.

She muttered something and immediately a set of golden sparkles followed her trail. I looked curiously at them and hurried out.

At the exit to the lab, there were four sets of sparkles; golden, grey, blue and a purple trail that led away from the other three. I looked behind me to see if I had a trail. I didn't. I ran off, following the purple trail.

The set of purple sparkles led through a series of corridors and passageways that were vaguely familiar but strange. I was too fixated on the trail of purple sparkles. It reminded me of that book that Dudley threw out the window when he was three. 'The Nutcracker' There was a Sugarplum Fairy in there dressed in purple. Oh great, now I'm going to visualize her as a Sugarplum Fairy, I thought to myself, fuming inwardly. Wait – I didn't even get a clear view of her face. I only got a glance at her smirk, very Malfoy-like, but way more feline.

Unfortunately, I crashed right into her.

Hannah's Point Of View

I walked wearily to Gryffindor tower. I was so tired, I almost fell asleep walking. I guess I have to conquer that fear of nightmares someday, I thought. Ooh, but Harry was cute with a capital C. ACK – why am I thinking about how cute he is? I whacked my head against the wall. I shook it off and walked a little more down the corridor.

"Why aren't you at dinner, girl," said Peeves, taking me by surprise. I blinked. "Peeves, I eat heart attacks. Don't give me one," I said, quoting the emo line. He gave me a strange look before zooming off, cackling madly. I rolled my eyes and walked on.

Suddenly, someone whacked into me.

"Oww…." I groaned, sinking to the floor. "I'm so sorry," stammered the person. "I wasn't watching where I was walking, again, I'm sorry," I looked up. God – it was Harry Potter! "Erm…hi, mind giving me a hand," I asked. He stuck out a hand and hoisted me up. "Ow…where ya headed? I'm headed up…" I started. "Dorms? Yeah, I heard," he said, grinning.

"Ha, come on, shall we go up?" I asked. "Wait – which house are you in," he asked, stopping dead in his tracks. "I'm in Gryffindor, silly. Come on," I urged. "Fine," he said, smiling slightly.

We walked up towards the Fat Lady. I watched him. His body language clearly said that he was hiding something, regret or guilt. I sighed. People like that frustrated me even though I wanted to help. "Felix Felicis," I said softly to the portrait. "Nice to see you with a friend, Hannah," she said. I scowled. "I do have friends, just none in this house," I protested. She gave me a knowing look before swinging open.

"Let me put my stuff away, I'll be right down for dinner," I said quickly to Harry. I ran up to the dorms and put my stuff away. I put on a swipe of lip balm and ran downstairs, tripping in the process. "Ow! I'm not okay," I declared. Harry shook his head and helped me up. "A Klutz, I Am," I said. Harry burst into laughter.

We went out and sprinted down to the Entrance Hall.

"Haha…that…was…fun…shall…we…go…in?" I said, pausing in between words for breath. Harry nodded and we dashed in. "Hey Hann! Gryffindor table?" yelled Vivian from the Hufflepuff table. I laughed and nodded. She and the other Sirens stood up while I made for the end of the Gryffindor table – where I usually sat. "Oh no, you're sitting with us," said Harry, pulling me towards the 'popular' Gryffindor side. I gave him a blank stare. "You and your friends are sitting with us," he repeated. I grinned and walked with him.

I sat down next to Harry. Next to me was Vivian, on her other side Zoey with Ron, Hermione and Sarah in front of us. "Whoa, you're a Slytherin?" said Hermione in disbelief. "Yeah, got a problem with that," asked Sazz in her tough girl way. I guess Sarah was intimidating but in a totally different way from the rest of the Slytherins. While the normal Slytherins were scary in a very smooth and polished way, as were her parents; she was scary in a punk-ish sort of way. "No, nothing wrong," stammered Hermione. With good reason to, if someone made Sazz angry, let's just say that they would be the recipient of something that no one would want to think about.

"Ahh…okay, moving on," said Zoey with a cheesy grin. "So Hannah, you're in Gryffindor? How come we've never seen you around before" asked Hermione. "Don't know. People don't normally notice me," I replied, taking some shepherd's pie. "So all of you are from the different houses? Why don't you sit with them," asked Ron, stopping his momentum of eating. I stiffened up and stopped eating.

"Hann – don't freak, this bunch just doesn't know," said Vivian, patting me on the head. I looked up and growled at her. "Haha emo kitty, you don't scare me," she said, smirking. "Anyway – we don't fit in at our houses anyway," "Oh really, why?" asked Hermione. "Just 'cause I'm not Pro Purebloods only, I'm ostracized from the Slytherins," said Sarah, who was poking at a peppermint humbug. I distinctly heard several members of the Gryffindor community exhale heavily. "I'm dreamy like Luna there. And I hate studying! What do you think?" said Zoey. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm a girl who's too loud for Hufflepuff. Have you ever heard of a loud Hufflepuff?" said Vivian. "No…but I have heard of a weird one," teased Zoey. "I don't have a problem!" said Vivian, pointing to the air. "Yeah huh, sure you don't," chorused the rest of us.

"Now that we are all fed and watered," announced Professor Dumbledore. I snorted. "I have a few announcements to make," He looked at me. "I hope that you all will listen as this definitely concerns you," I made a gesture and mouthed 'What'. He knows I have a streak.

"As you all know, Halloween or All Hallows Eve is coming up," The students cheered. I fell off my chair. "Ow. My eardrums are in pain," I winced. The Gryffindors laughed. "Clumsy aren't you," said Harry, laughing. "Shaddup Potter," I scowled. He pulled me up and I sat back on my chair.

"Now that Miss Allen's display has ended," said Dumbledore, chuckling. I glared at him. "We are not going to have a Halloween Feast," The hall was silent for a moment before bursting into furious whispers of 'Why' and 'How'. "Now, we are going to have a Halloween Dance instead,"

Again, whispering ensued.

"On the 31st of October, it is open to all students fourth year and above," The third years started making little noises of protest. "Though, if an older student invites a younger student, he or she may go," They still protested. "For that night, curfew does not exist," Everyone lit up.

"The theme is masquerade and costumes must be worn, but they must be decent," he said stressing the word. I laughed to myself. "And of course, dates are compulsory," he finished. "Aww hell, I'm never getting a date," mumbled Vivian. I rolled my eyes.

I got up along with the rest of my gang and we walked over to the staircases. "Well, how 'bout it? We have three weeks to snag a date to the Halloween Dance," said Sazz, leaning against the banister. "Hah – that's rich. Dates, I'd probably get a rock," snorted Zoey. "What, you want Goyle as a date?" I said, faking shock. Zoey smacked me. We all burst into laughter. "Hey, we talk about this later. Same place, same time," said Vivian, pulling Zoey away from me.

"Great…see ya," I said, rolling my eyes. I headed up the stairs with Zoey, while Sarah headed to the Slytherin rooms near the dungeons, and Vivian to Hufflepuff near the kitchens. Vivian gets the food. She's got the best position.

"See ya Hann, well, later," said Zoey. She ran off to the Ravenclaw common rooms near the library. I walked off to the Fat Lady.

Harry's Point Of View

"Well mate, now we have to get dates," said Ron, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You got any idea?" I asked. Ron turned the same colour as his hair. "Well – I was thinking about asking H-Hermione," he stuttered. I grinned. "Well go ahead and ask her before someone else does," Ron nodded and ran off.

And then who am I supposed to go with, I thought to myself. I saw the Sirens – as they were known at the bottom of the staircase. They laughed before splitting up. I guess that's where the Slytherin common room is – near the dungeons, typical, I thought as Sarah ran down to the dungeons.

I spotted Hannah walking alone. I ran off to catch up with her, although my head was filled with sugarplum fairies.

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Well, Harry's met Hannah face to face, the Sirens get along with the Golden Trio. But what goes on during these secret meetings? And the Sugarplum fairy, Harry's got a weird thought process.