Welcome to the Chapter Seven of the Hogwarts Chatroom. I am going to try my best to update regularly with long chapters. Again, I must remind you that there is NO SLASH in this story and to all who want a slash story, it is 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 kilobyte. If you don't know what that is go look it up.

Warning: Non-HBP compliant.

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.

Dinner; Great Hall

Harry was yet again, lost in thought.

"Harry…Harry…HARRY!" yelled someone, jerking him out of his thoughts.

"Hmm? What? HERMIONE – you don't have to yell," said Harry. Hermione looked very much like a peeved mother hen. "I'm sorry Harry; it's just that you were off in the land of the fairies. Not to mention that you've got your elbow in your mash," pointed out Hannah, lazily transfiguring her pumpkin juice into lemonade. "Why'd you do that? Pumpkin juice is nice," said Ron. However, since he had a mouth full of food at that moment, his speech was somewhat impaired and he sprayed food everywhere. Hannah wrinkled her nose.

"Ew Ron. Could you please say it, not spray it?" she said, disgustedly. "Scourgify" Immediately, the remnants of Ron's food and the mash on Harry's elbow disappeared. "Thanks Hannah," mumbled Harry. Zoey just stared at the pair. They were so irritatingly cute and she wondered when they would ever admit that. At that point, Sarah and Catherine strolled over from the Slytherin table. "Hello Harry, you look positively embarrassed," said Sarah. "My Potter, looking more…dazed than usual," commented Catherine. Harry blushed red and mumbled something about having to get to the computer room. "Oh sure. Probably chatting to your online girlfriend, eh Potter?" said Sarah. "Indeed, he may be having some clandestine erotic and lust-filled romance with this girl…or boy as may be the case," said Catherine. Harry turned as red as Ron's hair and stormed off.

"Oh my, I think we may have touched a nerve," she said. Sarah, Hannah and Zoey burst into raucous laughter thus drawing more attention to themselves while Hermione tried to suppress a smile. Ron looked ruffled. "That wasn't very nice or polite. A man's orientation shouldn't be questioned like that or made a joke of," he said in a very drama-queen like way. "Ron, where did you learn to use five-syllable words?" said Hannah, sarcastically. Ron scowled while she flounced off. "I swear, she could be a female Fred or George," he muttered. Zoey and Sarah grinned while Hermione rolled her eyes. None of them noticed the second Slytherin slink off into the shadows.

Separate Window

Boy Who Lived has just signed in

BoyWhoLived: Hey EverlastingDevastation

EverlastingDevastation: Harry, you can call me E.D.

BoyWhoLived: Okay.

BoyWhoLived: Can I have a clue?

EverlastingDevastation: I gave you one. I'm in your house.

BoyWhoLived: Can I know what gender are you?

EverlastingDevastation: That would be too much of a clue.

EverlastingDevastation: Besides, who knows? I may just not be in your house but maybe in one of your classes.

BoyWhoLived: Are you trying to deliberately confuse me?

EverlastingDevastation: Wow, you know a word that has more than three syllables.

BoyWhoLived: Don't insult my intelligence. You're comparing me to Ron and stop straying from the question.

EverlastingDevastation: I'll pretend I didn't hear that. He might get insulting if it just…slips.

BoyWhoLived: Why not? I'm never going to guess who you are so if you tell, it doesn't really matter. SadisticDevastation is just going to kill me anyway.

SadisticDevastation: Damn straight, Potter. I definitely will. And is this your lusty lover?

EverlastingDevastation: WHAT?! No. And don't say that ever again, it sounds disgusting.

BoyWhoLived: How the hell did you get here?

SadisticDevastation: My background gave me some proficient computer skills. I'm a hacker by training.

BoyWhoLived: Well, okay…Get out of here.

SadisticDevastation: Yes sir. But don't forget – I'll be watching.

SadisticDevastation has logged out

BoyWhoLived: Good Godric, she scares me.

EverlastingDevastation: Don't I scare you?

BoyWhoLived: In a different way.

EverlastingDevastation: I should be offended.

BoyWhoLived: I didn't mean it that way!

EverlastingDevastation: I'll see you tomorrow and be sure to have a guess for me.

EverlastingDevastation has logged out

Somewhere, a laptop blinked in the darkness and emitted a little beep. The owner sighed and wondered whether he was ever going to get it. That person then proceeded to draw the heavy curtains of the four-poster bed around and tried to fall asleep.

Harry on the other hand began gently whacking his head against the computer screen. One could hear a soft tapping sound as he did so. "Is your head really that hollow?" asked a cold voice behind him. "Because from the sound – it probably is," Harry turned around.

Zoey Iris stood there, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

"Oh God, what do you want?" he asked. Although he truly liked being with the Sirens, the Ravenclaw was one of the most unbearable aside from the perpetually hyperactive Hufflepuff. Actually come to think of it, he hadn't seen her lately. Zoey had a knack for pointing out the obvious and she constantly gloated if she had a secret that you didn't know. "I was just coming here to ask whether you'd seen Hannah. She disappeared shortly after you left," she said, annoyed. Harry rolled his eyes. "No – I have not seen her. If I had, I would have known as she is in my house," he said petulantly. Her sapphire eyes flashed angrily. "Well, I'll leave you to your stupidity then," she huffed before storming away.

Harry rubbed his temples before walking up to Gryffindor Tower. On his way, he just so happened to bump into Draco Malfoy whom decided to throw a few insults at him, adding one about Lily Potter. Harry was enraged enough to hex him until he was barely recognizable before resuming to trudging on his way.

During the course of the two weeks, people set up dates for the dance and began planning their costumes. Ron still had no date while Hermione was agreeing to meet Seamus Finnegan there. This of course made Ron quite irate and he proceeded to deal with his denial and anger in a non-productive way by sulking in his dormitory while spending the rest of his free time going outside and yelling himself hoarse. For the Sirens, Zoey had managed to find a quiet but thoroughly nice Hufflepuff boy to go with. Sarah was meeting her Secret Admirer there and Vivian was going stag. Hannah said that she was meeting someone there but she wouldn't say who. Harry on the other hand was panicking.

"What am I going to do, what am I going to do," muttered Harry, pacing the floor. He had pitched fourteen names and all of them came up wrong. He racked his brain for someone else. "I don't know mate but I reckon you should stop pacing for one?" asked Dean Thomas, lazing in a chair. Harry stopped and shot him a glare worthy of Draco Malfoy. "What is it that you're so worried about? Someone might think that you've gotten someone knocked up or something," Harry sighed – a very effeminate thing to do. "Dean, do you ever use the Hogwarts Chatrooms?" he asked. Dean blinked. "I would but I don't. It's too easy to get wrapped up in something like that. What, something happened online? It happens you know," he said. Dean, being Muggle-born and perfectly in tune with everything Muggle, knew the dangers of a chatroom. Upon finding out about the dangers of the internet, pornography and chatrooms, his mother had implanted all those 'internet safety' things into his brain. There was a hesitant pause. Dean made a 'go on' motion with his fingers.

"Well…there was this person online, she's doesn't stand for being above everyone else and she's punched Malfoy," said Harry. "Sarah Connor? You got into trouble with her?" asked Dean, quizzically. "No, no. It was another person; she's just like Sarah but a lot more Slytherin-like. She's a computer hacker-type. Anyway, so three people signed in and started annoying Malfoy and I about Ginny's outburst when she accused us of being gay with one another," Harry winced at that and Dean raised an eyebrow. "So SadisticDevastation – that's the person's screen name; threatened to push her off the Astronomy Tower if she spread any rumours and Ginny immediately signed off. Then Malfoy asked one of them about her screen name. She had a relatively scary answer to that and he was scared. Sarah said that the third person – her screen name's EverlastingDevastation, was scary and I said that SadisticDevastation was scarier. She then answered and said that if they collaborated, everyone would be in trouble. Then ED gave me a challenge,"

"ED?" asked Dean. He had to admit that this mysterious person was quite intriguing.

"EverlastingDevastation, she said that if I manage to find out who she is, she'll go on a date with me. Otherwise, I suffer the consequences,"

"Oh…You're in trouble Harry,"

"And why?"

"Well…from my point of view, this is a very conniving person and could very well pass for a Slytherin. No offence to Sarah Connor," said Dean, looking around worriedly. Last time he said something like that, he wound up with a pair of elephant tusks. "Already discarded that theory, apparently she or he is in Gryffindor," huffed Harry.

"You know what, who is the last person you'd ever suspect to be this person?" asked Dean.

"Um…one of the Sirens," said Harry.

"Which one of them? There are four, if you haven't noticed,"

"Not Zoey – she's too cold and aloof for this person's persona. It can't be Vivian – she only hurts people when it's absolutely necessary,"

"Which leaves Hannah and Sarah,"

"True,"

"Sarah…she's a little…volatile isn't she? How does this person react to provoking?"

"If someone throws an insult, he or she will turn the threat back onto that person. Or just threaten them,"

"And who uses threats the most?" Dean knew where this was leading.

"Hannah…wait – are you saying that the sarcastic Moderator is this…Slytherin-like antagonist?" he yelped.

Dean sighed. He had a really blur friend.

Separate Window

BoyWhoLived: I have a guess.

EverlastingDevastation: I hope you don't say Goyle. I'm not a rock, I'll have you know.

BoyWhoLived: Did I even insinuate that?

EverlastingDevastation: It was just a preliminary precaution. Now, who am I?

BoyWhoLived: Hannah Allen.

EverlastingDevastation: Perhaps I am. You'll just have to figure that out at the Halloween Dance, now would you?

BoyWhoLived: THAT ISN'T FAIR.

EverlastingDevastation has logged out

Harry was slightly irritated.

Not only had ED refused to give him a straight answer, he wouldn't know the outcome of his situation until Halloween night. Something that he did not particularly relish. Halloween night was the night his parents died. He was going to be exceptionally moody and not at a very social prime. Unfortunately, he was so curious about the identity of his extremely antagonising challenger, he simply to had to go.

Now he had to go find a costume.

Damn.

"So…what are we the collective going as?" asked Hermione.

"I'm going as myself. It's so original," drawled Hannah from under the tree. "Hannah – that is the stupidest idea I've ever heard," said Zoey. "Shut up Ice Princess. I dare you to go as a faerie since you're so icy," she replied. Zoey scowled. "Oh that's great. So we have a faerie, a melodramatic theatrical pervert and I'm going as a cat," said Vivian as Hermione visibly shuddered. "Meow, so the full blown version or the utter Playboy pin-up slut version? If it's the latter, then I hope McGonagall takes away a hundred points from Hufflepuff," asked Sarah. "Playboy pin-up," said Vivian, rolling her eyes. Her costume wasn't going to be too slut-ish. "I'm not going to tell you all. It'll…detract from the surprise," said Catherine. Sarah rolled her eyes. "Okay, so we have a faerie, a melodramatic theatrical pervert, a cat, an i-have-no-idea-what-you-are and I'm a pirate. What about you Hermione?" she said.

"An angel,"

Everyone blinked.

Author's Note: R&R people.