Welcome to the Chapter Six of the Hogwarts Chatroom. I apologize profusely for my lack of writing and thusly am going to write a nice long chapter in lieu of this. Consider this a gift from me. I really appreciate the barrage of reviews I got from everyone. By the way, there is NO SLASH in this story. Although I must say that I'm working on one such story – to all who are interested, it will be found in my other account; Everlasting Devastation.

As usual:

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The entire franchise belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. Other than the plotline and anything you don't find in the book or movie, I do not own a leaf.

Warning: Non-HBP compliant, Ginny-bashing. Mentions of sexuality. Implied HPDM.

Thank You:

Owl of the Night – for your words of support

luver-of-horses – for your idea. I promise I'll use it somewhere.

SadisticDevastation – for helping me with this chapter. Love you Zoe!

Please note that I will not put a list of character screen names in here, so you will have to refer to previous chapters to refresh your memory. This IS Sixth Year. As always, please rate and review.

Now our story can start.

The Student's Chatroom.

BoyWhoLived: So, who here has a date for the Halloween Dance?

TheRedKnight: I know I don't.

TheEverBeautiful: I'm going with the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, Roger Davies.

PigSnout: Oh? Good for you Cho. I have yet to find a date.

BoyWhoLived: Why don't you ask Hermione, Ron?

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TheRedKnight has signed off

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BoyWhoLived: Stupid bugger. He always goes running off when anyone mentions date and Hermione and him in the same sentence. –fumes-

DrakieMyDear: Well, it is sort of expected of the Weasel.

BoyWhoLived: Hmm. I have to agree with you Parkinson. So are you taking the Ferret?

DrakieMyDear: Well, he hasn't asked me…yet.

BoyWhoLived: Are you sure about that? Because I thought I saw him and Daphene Greengrass looking very comfortable near the lake.

DrakieMyDear: WHAT?! That black-hearted insolent tart! I'm going to curse her into the next century!

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DrakieMyDear has signed off in search of GreenIsMyName

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SadisticDevastation: Well Potter, you know how to push her buttons. I applaud you for that.

BoyWhoLived: Thank you…where the hell did you come from?

SadisticDevastation: I've always been here. Let's just say I have a knack for invisibility…much like your precious girlfriend.

BoyWhoLived: I do not have a girlfriend.

CrimsonNight: I'll gladly volunteer!

BoyWhoLived: Ginny, I'm very sorry but I'm not interested

CrimsonNight: So you've been toying with my feelings and you're GAY?! Oh my god – that's why you've been fighting with Malfoy! You're secretly gay with HIM!! OH MY GOD.

PurebloodElite: I AM NOT GAY WITH POTTER.

CrimsonNight: Or so you say. Maybe it's all unresolved sexual tension.

BoyWhoLived: WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BRAIN?!

PurebloodElite: WHAT THE FUCK WEASELETTE?!

CrimsonNight: I must inform the masses. Harry Potter is off the market due to DRACO MALFOY. The girls will be heartbroken.

SadisticDevastation: As interesting as this is, that will give Slytherin a bad name. Ginny, if you do anything of the sort, I will make sure that you will find yourself at the top of Astronomy Tower with absolutely no recollection of how you got there. Then I will push you off. Doesn't that sound pleasant?

CrimsonNight: -whimpers-

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CrimsonNight has signed off.

EverlastingDevastation has signed in

SadisticShinigami has signed in

CyanideLove has signed in

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CyanideLove: What's this about Golden Boy and the Ferret being gay with one another?

EverlastingDevastation: HARRY! Have you told Ginny yet? She must be heartbroken.

BoyWhoLived: SHE STARTED IT. Wait – who are you?

EverlastingDevastation: Wouldn't you like to know. I'd rather you didn't…for now.

SadisticDevastation: I like your style. Tormenting Golden Boy is always fun, isn't it?

EverlastingDevastation: Thank you. Well, being in the same house as him does have its advantages.

BoyWhoLived: YOU'RE IN THE SAME HOUSE?!

SadisticShinigami: Good Lord Potter, stop using the damn caps lock key. I swear, I'll make you EAT the damn keyboard.

BoyWhoLived: -whimpers-

PurebloodElite: WHAT THE FUCK IS A SHINIGAMI?

SadisticShinigami: For the love of Merlin, a Shinigami is a death god in Japanese culture, or commonly known as Azreal.

PurebloodElite: You scary person.

CyanideLove: She isn't THAT scary. In fact, she's only scary if she gets mad. I bet the one who's perpetually scary is Miss EverlastingDevastation up there.

BoyWhoLived: SadisticDevastation is scarier.

SadisticDevastation: Thank you for the compliment. But, if you want true horror, if EverlastingDevastation and I joined forces, you lot would be dead before you could lift your wand.

CyanideLove: I can only imagine.

BoyWhoLived: I don't want to imagine.

EverlastingDevastation: Well Harry, I would imagine that you're VERY curious now. Aren't you?

BoyWhoLived: Admittedly, yes.

SadisticDevastation: Hey Everlasting, why don't you set a challenge for Mr. Potter up there? Like, you both HAVE to meet at the Halloween Dance?

PurebloodElite: Spoken like a true Slytherin.

SadisticDevastation: Shut up Malfoy. Do you want to look like a panda?

PurebloodElite: No ma'am.

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EverlastingDevastation: Oh yes. So Harry, here is your challenge. Are you ready?

BoyWhoLived: I'm listening.

EverlastingDevastation: We have one month until the Halloween Dance. I give you that long to guess who I am.

SadisticShinigami: Well, that's a bit long, isn't it?

EverlastingDevastation: Shut up. I think it's perfectly adequate for him. Judging from his performance from the Triwizard Tournament.

BoyWhoLived: And how will I know if I guessed correctly?

EverlastingDevastation: I will be online after dinner. You open a separate window and tell me who you think I am. Then I will tell you yes or no.

BoyWhoLived: If I guess correctly?

EverlastingDevastation: Then you get a reward.

BoyWhoLived: If I guess correct, then you'll have to go out with me.

PurebloodElite: Well Potter, I never knew you had it in you to take advantage.

SadisticDevastation: Wait – there's more. As in what happens if you guess WRONG.

BoyWhoLived: Uh-oh.

PurebloodElite: You're in for it Potter. –laughs-

EverlastingDevastation: If you guess wrong, you'll have to find out at the Halloween Dance besides getting a punishment.

BoyWhoLived: I don't want to know what the punishment is.

SadisticDevastation: I do.

SadisticShinigami: This is really getting interesting.

EverlastingDevastation: I'll sic SD on you besides another punishment that I will come up with.

SadisticDevastation: I'm not a dog but I'll gladly punish him.

BoyWhoLived: I'm really scared now.

EverlastingDevastation: And all of you currently reading - you are my witnesses. Let the challenge begin.

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EverlastingDevastation has signed off

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SadisticDevastation: Well Potter, I have to say that if you don't solve this enigma – you're screwed.

BoyWhoLived: …

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1st October

Harry woke up from an uneasy sleep. Now, he wasn't exactly dreaming of Voldemort rather, he dreamt of what the two unknown people, Sadistic and Everlasting Devastation; would do to him if he didn't find out who EverlastingDevastation was. He got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He took a quick look at himself in the mirror. With bloodshot eyes and even wilder hair, he looked half-mad. That would have been an accurate description as he had almost driven himself mad with the challenge she had set him. Even the Triwizard Tournament didn't do this to me, he thought, running a hand through his hair. "Have you become Malfoy, Harry?" asked Ron, jerking him out of his thoughts. "You've been looking in that mirror for five minutes already," Harry blushed. "Sorry mate, just worried," he muttered. "If it's about that EverlastingDevastation chick – I'd say you have nothing to worry about," said Ron, cheerily. "Easy for you to say. You won't get punished if you DON'T guess who it is," muttered Harry.

Girls' Dormitory

Hermione jumped onto Hannah's bed. "WAKE UP HANNAH," she yelled. Hannah woke with a start. "Hmm? WHAT?! Where're the fire, emergency, something retarded like that?" she said, thrashing around. Hermione sat up from her position on the floor – Hannah's thrashing had thrown her onto the floor. "If you're going to wake up like that, remind me not to sit on the bed then," she said. Hannah smirked. "Fine then," she said, getting up and walking into the bathroom.

After performing her morning ablutions, she began brushing her shoulder length black hair. "You know what Hermione, I'm bored of this hairstyle," she commented. "Oh? Well, you could always tie it up or something," said Hermione who was idly turning the pages of her Ancient Runes book. "That's not drastic enough – I know what to do," she said. She picked up a pair of scissors and began chopping her hair into uneven layers. "HANNAH – WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" yelled Hermione. "I'm cutting my hair. It's boring enough with the colour, so why not give it new life?" she replied. The finished result was a messy, short hairstyle. Hannah peered at herself in the mirror. "Oh great, now I look like a female Harry. I don't need that," she said. She muttered a few words and her hair had red streaks through the fringe. "Oh my God," said Hermione before she fainted.

Hannah rolled her eyes. She proceeded to line her eyes with black eyeliner and paint her lips a dark red. "Locomotor Mortis," she said and began levitating the unconscious Hermione down the stairs.

Great Hall

As Hannah walked into the Great Hall, the students went silent in shock. Who was this girl? She looked so different. A girl with blonde hair with black streaks walked up to her. "Hello Hannah. I have to say, this new look suits you better," she said. Hannah blinked in shock. "How do you know me?" she said. "Oh, I know almost everything," replied the girl. "Everyone knows me as Cath," "Nice to meet you Cath, you know who I am," said Hannah, shaking the outstretched hand. "Hannah Allen. Lovely display during dinner the other night. So, do enlighten me; what prompted this amazing change of both persona and appearance?" she asked. Hannah flushed red. "Well – I decided that I was sick of being some sort of Good Samaritan type. So this is the final change," she said. Cath nodded. "Plausible reasoning. Well, I'll be seeing you around. Maybe I'll partner you in Potions or something," She nodded slightly and turned to the Slytherin table.

Hannah looked at her retreating back before turning to go to the Gryffindor table.

Gryffindor Table

"This seat taken?" asked a voice from behind him. "Hmm? Oh no, it's not," said Harry, who was concentrating on his breakfast. He felt someone brush against him and sit down. He turned to see a short haired girl with red and black hair. "Who are you?" he asked. She turned. "Harry, you can't say that you don't know me," she said, slowly and carefully. She leaned over and grabbed a piece of toast from his plate. "Hey! That was my toast…wait, Hannah?!" he exclaimed. "Bingo," she said, taking a bite. "You look…wow…different," he said. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she asked. "Don't know – just that Snape's going to have a fit," he said, eyeing her outfit. With a loosely tied red tie, ripped black tank top over a white collared shirt; it was not your usual uniform. That added to the black silk gloves, charcoal grey military jacket and new hairstyle…well, it could be safely said that the teachers were going to be shocked.

Ron looked up from his plate. "Bloody Hell! Who are you?" he exclaimed. "Nice to see your face Ron. I had wondered whether you disappeared," she quipped. "Oh…hello Hannah. Where's Hermione?" he asked. "I believe she's running a bit late," she replied, idly poking at her omelet. "Hermione and late? That should NEVER be in the same sentence," he said slowly. "Well, true. And speaking of late, we are if we don't get to Potions," Ron sighed. "Yes, Potions. That's exactly what I need, to see that git's face so early in the morning," he mumbled. Hannah rolled her eyes and sauntered off to the dungeons.

Dungeon One

"Mr. Potter, Weasley, nice to see that you've showed up. 5 points from Gryffindor, each," said Snape. Harry and Ron glowered for a minute before walking to the two available seats, Ron next to Hermione while Harry was stuck with Malfoy. "All of you against the wall now!" he barked. The Gryffindors quickly stood and ran for the wall while the Slytherins took their own sweet time. "I will now be choosing your Potions partners for the rest of the year," Not a word was uttered. In Snape's current mood, to speak was suicide. "When I call your name, please take a seat,"

"Weasley, Zabini,"

"Granger, Parkinson,"

"Patil, Bulstrode,"

"Finnegan, Greengrass,"

"Longbottom, Connor,"

It went on until every Slytherin was paired with a Gryffindor. "Oh? Miss Southenboard? We seem to be missing a Gryffindor," he said, noting

Suddenly there was a loud explosion in the corridor outside accompanied by shouts and cursing.

"DAMN YOU! NOW HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" yelled a female voice. Her voice dropped and then you could hear a frightened whimper from her opponent before they probably ran away. The door burst open and a glowering Hannah stomped in. She had a black eye, several cuts and bruises and a ripped outfit. "Miss Allen, 10 points from Gryffindor for tardiness," said Snape, smirking. "Does it look like I care?" she muttered. "5 more points for answering back. Now, please sit next to Miss Southenboard as she will be your Potions partner for the rest of the year," he said, thinking that this would provoke the enraged Gryffindor even more. "Oh cool, she's fine by me," she replied nonchalantly, bringing all her belongings to the seat. Snape spluttered before turning red. His face was clearly visible but the students didn't notice. They were too shocked about the Gryffindor who openly admitted that she was on friendly speaking terms with a Slytherin.

After Class

"That was so cool Hannah, you stood up to that git!" said Sarah. Hannah winced. "You can blame that damn Daniel Warwick. He jumped me in the corridor and we fought until I threatened to castrate him and feed his severed -" Sarah cut her off. "OKAY HANNAH. You've used that threat on a lot of people and as of yet, nothing has happened. But you are not allowed to feed ANYONE'S testicles to a rabid Crup," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper. Hermione winced when she heard. "Hannah – please don't tell me that's a punishment," she said. "Well Hermione, in general, people do consider that a punishment. But if you want to think of it as a privilege, then go right ahead. Of course, that would mean that I have to use someone as a sacrifice. Ron, perhaps?" replied Hannah in a conversational tone. Sarah paled. "That is just sick. Sick and wrong," she said, pretending to heave. "What is so sick and wrong? I'd be glad to use it in one of my torture schemes," said a voice from behind them.

They turned around. "Oh, hey Cath," said Hannah. "Wait – you're ACTUALLY on speaking terms with her? That's a very useful ally to have," said Sarah. "Sure I am, and together, we will rule the world," she replied. "So Hannah, tell me. What is this method that Sarah says is so sick and wrong?" At that, they began chatting about various torture methods, how Sarah believes that castration is not a good threat to use and how Ron was supposed to become a sacrifice victim. "Hey mate, what's castration?" asked Ron. Harry's eyes widened and he went pale before whispering the meaning into Ron's ear. Ron immediately fainted. "Oh for the love of…Enervate!" exclaimed Hermione, awakening the unconscious Ron.

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Harry was lost in thought.

Throughout the whole day, his mind was preoccupied with the notion of who was EverlastingDevastation. And Hannah's talk of various torture methods with Catherine Southenboard didn't help ease his jumpy nerves. During Potions, he accidentally passed Draco the wrong ingredient and the whole potion blew up. That resulted in 15 points being taken from Gryffindor which added to the amount of points taken made 40 points. During Charms, he didn't watch his wand work and accidentally sent a carving knife chasing after Professor Flitwick. Another 10 points gone. And during lunch he put his elbow in his mash. So basically he messed up everything.

Damn you, EverlastingDevastation.

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Hannah was worried.

Harry was persistently absent-minded today. He messed up his potion, his charm and his lunch. Even now in Transfiguration, it didn't seem like he was going to be able to transfigure his mouse into a notebook. He prodded his mouse and all it did was turn fuchsia. Hermione, his partner, rolled her eyes and turned it into a fuchsia notebook.

"Harry seems a little out of it today, doesn't he?" asked Zoey, peering curiously at Harry who was looking at the fuchsia notebook. "Hmm? Well, I guess he is. He's still the same old blur Harry to me though," said Hannah, looking away. "Well, you're out of it too. What fashion rebel possessed you to do this drastic makeover? And why haven't any of the professors deducted any points yet?" she asked. "That, I don't know. And well, I was bored. When you're bored, you want to reinvent yourself. So instead of invisible Hannah, I'm Look-At-Me Hannah,"

But in truth, she was out of it for one very good reason. And no one knew except herself.

Are you going to solve it, Harry?

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So that was Chapter Six. The style of writing is different, no? I've developed it a little more. So R&R and as you can see, I've left you with a bit of a cliffhanger. But of course you'll be able to solve it, won't you?