A/N: Sorry, but updates won't be as frequent in November. I'm doing NaNoWriMo—if you don't know what that is, Google it, because I'm too lazy to explain- and it's taking up a lot of time and energy. Also, the lyrics used in this chapter are from Teenagers by My Chemical Romance and Crazy by Simple Plan.

~ Cookie VanDeKamp ~

They followed Jenny through the door, unsure of what to expect. Ginny was the first one in after Jenny.

"Wow," she said as Ron followed her. "I've never seen so much Muggle technology in my life."

Even Hermione and Harry, who had grown up with Muggles, had to agree. As Harry stepped in, he found himself surrounded by computers, monitors, TVs, and CD players, all of which were blasting various songs.

"—the livin' shit outta me," one CD player sang. "They could care less, as long as someone'll bleed. So darken your clothes—"

"Is everybody goin' crazy?" another wailed. "Is anybody gonna save me? Can someone tell me—"

Harry cast his gave around the room (which the group would later call the Emo Cave), finally resting on a girl with dyed black hair (dirty blond at the roots) sitting at a computer. Her eyes remained glued on the screen, not even looking up when Jenny said, "Yo, Tara. Guests."

"Mmm," Tara said by way of a reply.

"Tara."

"Mmm?"

"Be polite and turn off the computer for once."

"Mmm," she groaned, clearly not wanting to.

"Go on, now," Jenny said in a tone that reminded Hermione of her mother.

"Mmm!"

Jenny sighed, walked over to Tara's computer, and unplugged it.

"Hey!" Tara whined, surprising everyone by showing that she could say anything other than incoherent mumbling.

"Be polite to our guests," Jenny said. "They came all this way to see us, after all." She turned to the group and pointed to a few swivel chairs. "Have a seat."

They obliged, and Luna said, "Nice place you've got here. Did you set it up yourselves?"

She nodded. "Took us the better part of two years, but we did it. Got most of the computers from the lab where my father works. Bought the CD players for five bucks a piece at a yard sale.

"And how'd you get this room?" asked Hermione, being careful not to step on one of the many, many extension cords."Was it always here?"

"Sure was," said Tara, who was still sulking in the corner.

"My parents said I couldn't run Trolling Central from my bedroom," Jenny explained, "so imagine my delight when I stumbled across this room. It was used for storage back then, but the manager said I could buy it for 650 bucks, plus working the Saturday morning shift, which no one wants. We gathered all the money we could, and after five months, we had enough."

"Impressive for a couple teenagers," Draco said.

"We think so," she smirked. "So, you want us to take down My Immortal?"

"What?" Tara said, looking up. "Why would you want us to take down the best fanfic I've ever written?"

"Because it sucks," Ginny said flatly, but Hermione elbowed her in the gut.

"What Ginny means," she said quickly, "is that your fanfiction has caused a lot of trouble for us."

"Too fucking bad!" Tara screamed.

"How so?" asked Jenny in a much calmer tone.

"…you may have to sit down to hear this," Ron warned.

"We're already sitting," Tara pointed out.

"Then lie down."

"We don't come from around here," Harry began, unsure of how he was going to explain something he didn't fully understand himself.

"Well, yeah," said Jenny. "I mean, your English accents tipped me off. Did you come all this way just for us? How sweet."

"Um, we're from farther than England," said Ginny. "We're, um…"

"You know how My Immortal is a Harry Potter fanfiction?"

"Yeah."

"We're… from Harry Potter."

There was a pause.

Jenny cackled, "You gotta be shittin' me."