((A.N.: As always, I apologise for my lack of updates. Love, Chika. xox. P.S. I am sixteen now and therefore much more mature and worldly. And if you believe that then you'll believe anything.))

Chika stood, hands on hips, staring at the wall. The surrounding people gave her some very strange looks but she ignored them. The view swings around so that Chika is now staring out of your computer screen at you.

"Alright! The majority of you have voted for Misery to leave so…" Chika snapped her fingers, a superior look on her face. Missy vanished, leaving behind nothing but a black hair ribbon and a faint scream of rage. Chika picked up the ribbon and continued:

"I really don't blame you, she can be very annoying," the remaining people - all magical, of course - were exchanging very strange looks behind Chika's back. Why on the earth was this peculiar girl talking to a wall?

"Anyway, a lot of you have also commented on the fact that I talk too much and don't give our canon characters enough lines. This is correct. To solve this problem, I will now be reading out the lines from My Immortal and they shall be commentating. I shall attempt to keep shtoom."

Malfoy visibly perked up at this news.

"And finally, I am giving you the chance to vote for another canon character to be included. You want Luna Lovegood or Teddy Lupin? Fine! Perhaps you prefer Sirius Black, Colin Creevey or even Albus Dumbledore? Great! This is not limited to those who survived to the end of Deathly Hallows. I have one restriction, though. No Voldemort. No matter how much you beg, plead or grovel; I refuse to have anything to do with the Dark Lord. Ok? Good," Chika turned and smiled at the boys and Hermione, "now let's get on with the reading."

"Umm… ok then," Ron muttered, exchanging looks with Harry.

"Something the matter?" Chika asked innocently.

Hermione got straight to the centre of the problem, "Chika, you were talking to a wall."

"Your point? Walls have ears, you know."

Everyone edged a little further away with a don't upset the crazy person look on their face.

Chika laughed, "Oh, don't worry about it. Anyway it's me to read, of course. From now on, it's always me to read!" she cleared her throat, "Chapter 13. AN: raven fangz 4 gelpin me agen im sory ah tok ur postr of gerard but dat guy is such a fokin sexbom! PREPZ STOP FLAMIGNG!"

"Did anyone understand that at all?" Harry asked. It was the general consensus that no, no-one had any idea what had just been said.

"Load of Xs and then a triple six … Vampire and I ran up the stairs looking for Dumbledore. We were so scared."

Harry sighed. "Remind me why I care about Malfoy?"

"You two used to be dating," Ron snickered.

"Oh yes. Now I remember. Unfortunately."

""Dumbledore Dumblydore!" we both yelled. Dumbledore came there."

"The amount of detail she puts into these scenes is astounding," Hermione said scathingly.

""What is it that you want now you despicable snobs?""

"Oh, come on! Dumbledore would never say that!" said Harry, disbelievingly.

"he asked angrily. "Volsemort has Draco!""

"Well, that's ok then. After all Volsemort is nowhere near as evil as Voldemort," Ron grinned.

"we shouted at the same time."

Hermione's eyebrows rose, "You both said his name wrong?"

"He laughed in an evil voice."

"Dumbledore? Evil?"

""No! Don't! We need to save Draco!""

"No, you don't," Ron muttered.

"we begged."

"You beg, Pot-" Malfoy saw the look on Harry's face and shut up.

""No." he said meanly. "I don't give a darn what Voldemort does to Draco."

"Come on. Dumbledore wouldn't say that about any student," Harry scowled.

"Not after how much he misbehaved in school especially with YOU Ebony." he said while he frowned looking at me. "Besides I never liked him that much anyway.""

"What?" Ron and Harry burst out laughing and even Hermione smiled. Chika collapsed in a fit of girls but sobered up as Malfoy glared mutinously at them all.

"then he walked away. Vampire started crying."

"Were they tears of blood?" Hermione sounded contemptuous.

""My Draco!" he moaned. (AN: don't u fik gay guyz r lik so hot!)"

"No, I don't!" Malfoy was almost livid.

""Its okay!" I tried to tell him but that didn't stop him. He started to cry tears of blood."

Everyone stared at Hermione. "How do you do that?" Ron asked, impressed.

She shrugged, "It doesn't take much, all of them cry tears of blood after a while."

"Then he had a brainstorm. I thought it was Harry who had the lightning bolt on his head!"

"I thought you said you were going to stop talking," said Malfoy, pointedly.

Chika rolled her eyes, "It was only one comment. "I had an idea!" he exclaimed."

"That can't be good." Ron said in a stage-whisper.

""What?" I asked him. "You'll see." he said."

"Not telling anyone else the plan … sounds like Harry!" Hermione said teasingly.

Harry grinned sheepishly.

"He took out his wand and did a spell."

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed.

"Then… suddenly we were in Voldemprt's lair!"

"Well, that's no good … it's Voldemort I'm after," Harry chuckled.

"And you can't do that. You can't Apparate in or out of Hogwarts!" Hermione repeated the mantras in a long-suffering sort of way.

"We ran in with our wands out just as we heard a croon"

"Croon?"

"Yep. Croon. voice say. "Allah Kedavra!""

"What?"

"It was… Bets anyone? No? Ok. Voldemort!"

"I guess he was visiting, maybe?"