Making sure the boy who lives, actually does...

Chapter 3: \"Weasley is our king...\"


\"I didn\'t think it could work out at first.\" Harry said excitedly as he continued talking to a dully-shocked Hermione. \"I thought we\'d have a hell of a time getting it in the first place after the whole thing in third year and all. But now...now its so much easier Hermione! Just think, I\'ll be able to meet my parents...\" His voice grew dim, \"Will you help me?\"

It took poor Hermione a full moment to process what Harry had just said, and another moment for her to speak in her usual rational tone although her stomach was doing flips.

This was the sort of thing that always happened, Harry wanted something he shouldn\'t an illegal Hogsmeade visit here, Voldemort\'s death there...all culminating into inevitable adventures that she had been certain were behind them.

When her answer did come it was short, sweet and very to the point.

\"No.\"

\"No?\"

\"No.\"

Harry sat on the edge of her bed looking unnaturally solemn. If she hadn\'t been so logical about everything in life Hermione would have gladly given into her inner desire to make Harry happy, but this idiotic rambling was too much. She refused to indulge his delusions with false promises.

\"But Hermione,\" Harry finally said in a most unbecoming tone. \"I need to meet them.\"

Hermione sat with arms crossed over her chest then, her mouth slightly parted in shock as she stared in mute horror at Harryd hed he gone mad? Was the murder of Voldemort still affecting him?

Under normal circumstances she would have kicked him out of her new room and said in rather placating tones, \"Perhaps you should have a lie-in Harry.\" and shooed him up to bed. But now looking at theost ost deranged and desperate look on his face she couldn\'t help but question his thinking.

\"Just how do you plan on doing that?\" she asked in dull wonder.

\"Your time turner.\"

That was the last straw. Hermione stood with wide eyes as she stared down at the still seated Harry, her head shaking sporadically as she conveyed just what she thought of that plan.

\"Harry, this is the most idiotic plan I have ever heard. You don\'t understand what you\'re asking, it\'s unfair.\" Hermione growled defiantly, \"Not only does this \'plan\' have no logical merits, I don\'t even have the time turner anymore. I gave it back to McGonagall. She won\'t let me have it back, I guarantee you.\"

Harry gave Hermione an even look as he stood as well, his eyes flashing at the girl before him who looked completely beside herself. He understood her panic and felt sympathy at the fact that he had caused it, but surely she\'d understand in the end. With that he gave a jaunty smirk on his face and answered coyly.

\"You have it.\"

\"Excuse me?\" her voice had gone dangerously low.

\"You heard me.\" Harry toyed playfully, \"You have the time turner. You\'re taking all those classes again this year.\"

Hermione was in a state of shock at this exaltation, having decided to keep her classes a secret. In becoming Head Girl she had delegated that she should take as many classes as she could for the sake of a breadth of knowledge to assist her in the Wizarding world.

McGonagall had been reluctant at first to say the least, but after deliberation and many begs and pleads later the Head of House had finally broken down and allowed Hermione access to the coveted time turner for her final year at Hogwarts.

But how did Harry know?

\"What are you getting at?\" she said dangerously, not appreciating the way Harry was grinning at her with that smug look on her face.

\"I read it.\"

\"You read what, exactly?\"

\"Your timetable...when you were asleep on the train.\"

\"That was you!\" Hermione cawed furiously, recalling the flash of movement by her baggage that day. \"I thought I was dreaming!\"

\"Well...\" Harry trailed off, \"You weren\'t. And so now we both know that you have the time turner.\"

\"Harry!\" Hermione squalled with indignation. \"How dare you!? That was my private business! You\'ve no right-\"

\"Hermione. Please listen.\" Harry said solemnly, ing ing her frantic squeals to a close. She pulled from his grasp on her forearm and sat hastily in her chair.

\"I refuse Harry...this is beyond mental.\" She was muttering to herself, much like the time they had all spelled Snape in the Shrieking Shack. \"I\'ll be expelled...I\'ll never get a good job-\"

Harry shook his head, getting a bit testy over her selfishness in accordance to the whole situation. \"Please just listen Hermione.\"

Hermione\'s dark eyes finally made their way up to Harry\'s face, and with a heavy sigh she sat straighter up in the chair, her lips in a thin line of displeasure as she prompted him to go on with a flippant wave of her hand.

Harry nodded thankfully and stood, pacing a bit before he started his story. It was a hard one, and something he didn\'t wish to share with many. Deciding that Hermione was the most mature of them all, he was sure she\'d be willing to be diplomatic about the whole thing and not pity him in the end.

\"I never knew my parent\'s Hermione. Ever. You\'re lucky; you\'ve got two that love you so much they send you here whilst they live like Muggles. I\'ve had to live with the Dursley\'s for a good part of my life, never feeling like I had a family, never understanding them. The only things I\'ve ever heard concerning my parents came from sources like the Dursley\'s or Dumbledore or...Snape.\"

He winced at the latter, a flashback of the Penseive coming back to him. He could still hear the smashed container of cockroaches smashing by his head. Snape had been mad then, a crazed look in his tunnel like eyes.

He quickly moved past this image, to the one of his parent\'s embracing and felt a slight tilt to his heart, a warm feeling washing over him as he thought of them. Thought of meeting them.

\"What I\'m saying is, I want to know what my parents were really like. I want to know how my Mother met my Father, I want to know what Sirius and Lupin were like when they were my age...\" his voice was getting shaky then and it was taking all his willpower not to break down. \"I want to know my parents Hermione, if only for one day.\"

It was then that he saw the lone tear slip from the rigid Hermione\'s eyes, viewed the quivering lip that threatened to spew out tears of anguish at the sight or frr friend\'s pain. It was at that precise moment that Harry knew he had won.

\"I\'ll think about it.\"

* * *

\"I can\'t believe this!\" Ron was shouting as he made his way through the hallway with Harry and Hermione at his side. They were on their way to Transfiguration class. \"You\'d think that now in seventh year they\'d stop.\"

\"Oh Ron,\" Hermione said sympathetically, \"Just ignore them.\"

\"How can I?\" the boy was saying through clenched teeth, his face turning as red as his hair. \"It never stops.\"

Harry shook his head lightly; \"They\'ll stop eventually Ron. Don\'t let them know they\'ve bested you.\"

\"THEY HAVEN\'T BESTED ME!\" Ron exclaimed as he whirled around to face a thoughtful Harry, \"I\'m just sick of that stupid song-\"

\"Weasley is our king!\" Sang a voice from down the hallway where the trio had just come from. Draco Malfoy, accompanied by a laughing and snickering Crabbe and Goyle continued to caterwaul off tune as a crowd began to gawk and laugh.

\"Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring,

That\'s why the Slytherins all sing:

Weasley is our King.\"

\"Shut up.\" Ron growled, giving Draco his most intimidating glare. Sadly the blonde ferret paid no heed and catering to the demands of the Slytherin\'s currently in hysteric\'s continued.

\"Weasley was born in a bin,

He always lets the Quaffle in,

Weasley will make sure we win\"

\"It\'s ludicrous.\" Ron continued growling at Harry and Hermione. They continued to walk, trying to ignore the still singing Draco and hid cronies. \"It\'s ridiculous. I mean I haven\'t even started playing this season an-\"

\"Weasley is our King.

Weasley is our King,

Weasley is out King,

He always let\'s the Quaffle in,

Weasley is our King.\"

\"Just shut up ferret face!\" Harry said turning around with a glare fixed on Malfoy. The blonde villain still smirked but stopped his singing.

\"Oh I wouldn\'t tell me off so soon Potty.\" Draco sneered, looking more and more like a blonde, good looking Snape everyday. \"You may live to regret it.\"

\"I\'m not afraid of you.\"

The tall boy leered at Harry for a moment, moving close enough to whisper without being heard. Harry stood his ground, refusing to even flinch as the fair-faced boy stole nearer. Draco dropped his voice to a whisper as he glared at his enemy maliciously. \"You see Potty, I know your secret.\"

Harry\'s stomach lurched as he looked to Malfoy, wanting to make sure his eyes didn\'t give anything away. Surely he couldn\'t know of Harry\'s idea of time travel.

\"What are you talking about Malfoy?\"

Draco smirked even more, looking as if his lips were going to stretch out past the width of his face. He gave a careless shrug and then whispered nastily again as the curious crowd watched on.

\"I\'m Head Boy.\" Draco\'s voice was even, emphasized with meaning on the words he deemed crucial. Harry\'s heart went faster as he heard these words, his lips suddenly dry. \"My room\'s right by your precious Mudblood\'s...I know things.\"

Harry suddenly felt a welling of fury swelling within him, and in a sudden burst of undirected fury he pushed the snickering blonde boy from him. Draco merely laughed at the boy\'s flustered nature and carelessly flicked Harry\'s glasses from his face. Harry blinked at the fuzziness in front of him, glaring at the blob he assumed was Malfoy as the laughter surrounded him.

\"Just shove off!\" he shouted angrily, feeling as Hermione placed his fallen glasses into his shaking hand. He was furious. He felt her gentle hand on his shoulder, guiding him from the crowd as he placed on his glasses once more. He knew he couldn\'t risk anything, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

Just as Harry was about to give one final glare and put a stopper on the laughter that had culminated over the humiliation of his friend and now himself, Peeves suddenly appeared out of nowhere floating above the trio and began to howl out a tune himself.


\"Oh Potter, you rotter!
Oh What have you done?
You\'re killing off students
You think it\'s good fun!\"


\"They\'ve all gone mad.\" Harry grumbled to his friends, pushing past the crowd and marching into Transfiguration class.

McGonagall stood sternly at the front of the class, her eyes warily glancing from student to student. Hermione sat down on her seat with a sigh, her heart rather heavy today. In agreeing to Harry\'s truly moronic whim last night she\'d gone against everything she stood for. Reason. Responsibility.

\"Hermione.\" Ron said from beside her, \"Can I borrow a quill?\"

\"Honestly Ron.\" Hermione said huffily, rummaging around in her bag for a spare quill and handing it to Ron. He smiled with a faint blush and took it from her, she noticed his frs lrs lingered upon her own longer than needed. Poor lad.

\"Thanks.\"

Hermione nodded with a small inward sigh. The last thing she needed now was Ron being all moony and awkward around her, she believed they had been past that last year. Before Ron could ask or borrow anything else McGonagall had cleared her throat and the room had gone silent.

Whilst everyone feared Professor Snape for his intimidation and crass, the fear chart in McGonagall\'s class wasn\'t far behind. Her difference was in her teaching, she wanted the student\'s to succeed and in there lay her talent. She could command the attention of students without scaring the daylights out of them, and for that they respected her. And feared her a little.

\"Class.\" The stern Professor said in a rapt tone as she stood, surveying the students that milled about and suddenly sat in their seats. Her face looked the same as any other year, her hair pulled back in a tight bun on her head and her gnarled hand grasping her trademark wand.

\"Welcome to another year of Transfigurations. I have accepted those of you whom display true talent in the field and have received marks I deem adequate.\"

Hermione smiled to herself at this, she remembered McGonagall\'s praise at her O.W.L.S. last year, she had worked hard and it had paid off. Her only fault was around her exam times. It was almost as if she were in a trance, an angry one at that. She would snap at those around her, worry herself sick about her marks and still pull them off with ease.

She put her mind to rest at this as McGongall continued talking, walking up and down the aisles and looking to the various students. Malfoy and Pansy sat at the back, murmuring and stopping as the Professor drew nearer.

\"Looks like his bodyguards are missing in action.\" Ron muttered to Harry darkly in reference to the beefy Crabbe and Goyle.

\"Are you surprised?\" Harry answered back viciously, \"Their IQ\'s combined still only add up to a single digit.\"

Ron sniggered at this and was about to answer with a reply of his own when a shrill voice cut through the room, causing them both to go rigid and cease their joking immediately.

\"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley.\" McGonagall said swirling to face them. \"Do you have something you wish to share?\"

Ron and Harry shook their heads, muttering small \"No\'s.\" as Malfoy muffled his laughter from the back row. Hermione busied herself with setting up her page of parchment for the day. Name, date, subject, time. She\'d be busy tomorrow. She had five classes whereas her friends had three.

McGonagall nodded, trying not to smirk at the blushing boys she\'d seen grow up for the past seven years. They refused to meet her eye out of embarrassed shame and she decided not to press on with it. Instead she turned to the class, making sure what she said was taken into deep consideration.

\"As seventh years I expect a lot from you. You are examples for this school. You are what we hope the children of the lesser years grow to be.\" With this she gave Hermione a small surreptitious smile and headed back to her desk. \"With that in mind, I hope that you will all make an effort to try your best and reach your potential.\"

With every word Hermione felt her confident air and inward beaming wilting. Here McGonagall was going on, praising them whilst she and Harry concocted some plan to go against everything that was right.

Harry hadn\'t pressed her anymore the evening before. He\'d simply offered her a small \'thank you\' and gone to bed. This morning had been no different, he\'d been civil and natural and hadn\'t asked her anything out of the ordinary.

She tried to catch Harry\'s eyes now to see what he was thinking, but viewed as he looked dreamily to his own parchment ignoring all that was going around him and she felt her heart break.

Nonetheless she was the Head Girl and tonight she would have a talk with Harry.

* * *

\"Snape is such a git.\" Harry muttered angrily with Ron and Hermione at his sides as they rushed unceremoniously fast down the spindling hallway leading to the Head Girl and Head Boy chambers.

\"So\'s Malfoy.\" Ron grumbled, pulling on a new robe over his recently dried clothes. His hair was still a bit damp and he kept smoothing it whilst glancing at Hermione.

\"If I don\'t ever see his smarmy, ugly ferret face again it\'ll be too soon. \"

He continued as they made their way to Hermione\'s Head Girl room. It far outweighed the non-conducive privacy option of the common room and Hermione seemed to enjoy their company for the most part.

\"I\'m just glad you didn\'t stoop to punching him or anything.\" Hermione said primly, undoing her wards and allowing them both into her humble abode. \"Instead you stooped even worse and insulted his deceased father.\"

\"He deserved it.\" Ron said lightly beside her and she looked over to him in surprise. \"What? You can slap him all you want and the one time I tell him off I\'m a villain?\"

\"It was a cruel thing to say Ron.\" Harry said solemnly, his eyes glassy. \"You should never insult someone\'s dead parents. Even if they are a Malfoy. You deserved the detention Snape gave you.\"

Ron was silent a moment and then said in a bumbling, awkward way. \"Perhaps I should apologize to him...tomorrow.\"

\"That\'d be very mature.\" Hermione nodded as the three walked into Hermione\'s room and got comfortable in the various chairs or edges of her bed. She sighed lightly as she flopped onto the beg and shut her eyes languidly in the silence that overtook them.


Dinner had been a nightmare.

She supposed it started with Malfoy in the first place. He\'d gone and started up that \"Weasley is our King.\" chant and gotten Ron all fired up as they walked into the great hall as Hermione gently told him to ignore the singing Slytherins.

The poor lad hadn\'t even sat down when Colin came over snapping pictures and saying, \"Care to say anything in retaliation Ron? Are the rumors true? Do you always let the Quaffle in?\"

\"Get out of here you little runt.\" Ron growled as he grasped onto the collar of the shaking Creevey\'s robes. \"Or the next time I see you, it\'ll mean a Bludger to the head.\"

Colin had given a mighty gulp and rushed from the table, out the door and surely up te Gre Gryffindor common room. Hermione had glared angrily at Ron before going back to her dinner along with the solemn Ron.

\"What?\" he asked venomously. \"Was I supposed to let the annoying brat snap pictures of me to print in the paper with the bloody headline: \'Weasley is our King\'?\"

\"No.\" Hermione said lowly as she cut her dinner, \"But you didn\'t have to be so rude about it. Poor Colin left in tears.\"

Ron softened a bit at that, looking a bit ashamed. \"Really?\"

\"Really.\"

She saw Ron was about to speak, probably to confess that he\'d been too hasty when all of a sudden a large bucket of ice water from nowhere turned over and doused a very furious Ron Weasley. The enchanted bucket clattered to the ground as Malfoy casually lowered his wand.

\"YOU DID IT!?\" Ron screeched, jumping to his feet and looking straight at Malfoy. \"IT WAS YOU WASN\'T IT FERRET!?\"

Hermione and Harry looked to Ron in shock; evidently Malfoy had gone too far this time. His red hair was straight and hanging over his eyes as his ears poked out at the side, he looked a mess. All of the Slytherin\'s began laughing and it took all of Hermione\'s might not to laugh at the soaked red head along with Harry. They bit their lips and tried to look as furious as Ron.

\"MR. WEASLEY!\" Snape\'s voice boomed over the tables, causing a sort of hush to fall upon them. Sadly Draco and Ron were far past fear from their Professor, instead intense gazes of equal hatred shone from them both as they locked angry gazes. “THAT WILL BE TWENTY POINTS!”

\"That\'ll cool you off...won\'t it?\" Draco said with a sneer from his table, not seeing that Dumbledore had been paying quite close attention. Ron looked over to Hermione and saw her fighting to stop from giggling at the sight of a sopping, screeching Weasley. He felt an anger swell up within him as he caught Hermione trying not to laugh. His Hermione laughing at him because of that git Malfoy.

With that realization Ron suddenly stood angrily, heading for the door whilst leaving puddle marks on the stone floor. He made it to the large wooden door when the final verse of the ill-fated Weasley song ended and with a sick look on his pale and glistening face he yelled to Malfoy with venomous passion.

\"You\'ll get yours Ferret Face!\" There was a dramatic pause, and the whole of the Great Hall waited for the end. \"Just like your father!\"

With that he stormed out of the Great Hall leaving everyone silent and on occasion giggling out of nerves from what they had just witnessed. It had been a horrible thing to say and Hermione felt ashen at the mere witness of it all. Harry too sat rigid and glancing after the door.

\"Mr. Malfoy?\" Dumbledore suddenly called from over the Head Table, \"My office after dinner if you please.\"

Malfoy had scowled and slunk back into his seat, glaring at his plate and then at the slowly disappearing figure of Ron and then grown sullen. Hermione had taken a sudden daring look to the Head of the Slytherin house and didn\'t like what she saw at all. Snape sat with folded arms, glaring at Ron\'s back with that intense gaze of his, and she felt her stomach drop.

So much for trying to get into his good books.

On account of his bias it seemed Ron was the perfect target to prey upon and this irritated Hermione to no end. Snape stood, surely heading for the door now to get mad at Ron. Seeing her friend\'s peril she too stood and waited for him to pass by her.

\"Professor Snape?\"

He stopped and she gaspd slightly as soon as his eyes fell upon her. She was shaking with fear at what she was to say next but couldn\'t care. She was brave...Gryffindor bravery against Slytherin guile.

\"What do you want Granger?\"

\"It\'s just sir...\" Hermione started with blushed cheeks, \"It wasn\'t all Ron\'s fault...it\'s not fair to just punish him...Malfoy started it. Sir.\"

She saw Snape\'s eyes narrow, capturing her within his angry radar and she swore she saw his nostril\'s flare. The Gryffindor table was silent, save for the sound of Colin\'s clicking camera from the end. There was a swirling within her stomach, something she didn\'t understand, as he contemptuously looked her up and down.

\"You\'ve come to the conclusion that I\'ve gone to punish Weasley?\" Snape hissed angrily, clenching his teeth with exasperated loss of patience. \"What a foolish assumption. I\'ve better things to do with my time than follow around a temperamental Gryffindor...\"

Hermione nodded, her lips parted as she tried to speak. Tried to look away from that gaze that bore down, past her eyes and into her body, pulling at her soul and daring it to fight.

\"...Or any Gryffindor for that matter.\" He added snidely in a smooth voice before marching off angrily in a whirlwind of black cloth, leaving Hermione standing and feeling foolish and the furious.

Something about her this year was changed. It could have been the death of Voldemort, or the way Snape had gazed so rudely at her before snng ang at her. It could have been her isolated loneliness or her intense passion but when he snapped at her at dinner in front of everyone, her stomach had swirled so much and so fast that she felt sick, and the only ration thought in her mind was to lash out and punch him right in that infamous nose of his.

His voice was even become strange to her. She had believed it to be filled with hitches and constant wng, ng, but now she saw it was low, honeyed even. It was sickening the more she thought about it, and about his constant bickering with students. The man was no more mature than the students he claimed were dunderheads.

She berated herself on the bed now, knowing full well that it was the most idiotic thing to think. Punching a teacher. Honestly. Had her parents taught her nothing? She had tried to be patient with him, but tonight had been the final straw. He had no reason to be so cruel to her... Why did her stomach feel so bizarre now? Were the house elves slacking off?

\"I\'m still hungry.\" Ron muttered then, breaking Hermione from her reverie of the afternoon\'s \'delights\'. He struggled to a standing position and looked to them from behind slightly closed eyes.

\"I\'m gonna go bribe the house elves with some socks or something. Be back in a flash.\"

Before Hermione could utter a well placed word about S.P.E.W. Ron was already out the door and on his way to the kitchens via some secret passage way. It was she and Harry alone now.

There appeared to be a storm brewing outside, the flickering candles suddenly gave Harry and almost unearthly glow about in his glasses. His shadowed face looking more than menacing.

\"Well?\"

He faced her instantly, snapping up the opportunity to talk with her about the developments. She saw the hope that lit in his eyes and witnessed as it faded as he viewed her look of displeasure.

\"I thought about it and...No Harry.\"

Harry grew tense, nodding at her whilst looking to his bunched up hands. The hair on the back of his neck stood up with anger and his knuckles were slowly turning white.

\"Why?\"

Hermione held in a sigh. \"You know Dumbledore\'s speech on time travel. You could be responsible for something that would seriously affect the future. You could be killed, you could get stuck in the past.\"

\"Then come with me.\"

\"McGonagall would kill me! What if James doesn\'t like you? What if you start to hate him? You think your father at seventeen, will want to meet his own teenage son?\"

Harry looked up suddenly, his lips thinned and responded tersely and Hermione knew she had asked the wrong question. \"Yes. I think he would.\"

Hermione shook her head, trying to stop the shaking of her hands and stomach. She felt utterly horrible about what she was about to do, and she shook her head.

\"I\'m sorry Harry. I can\'t. It\'s not right.\"

Harry nodded and stood, walking over to her bureau when something shiny caught his attention and his lips curved into a small smile. Hermione noticed his stillness and felt her breath leave her as he picked the time turner up.

\"What are you doing?\" she demanded shrilly, sliding off her bed and looking warily to the suddenly intimidating Harry. He was breezily tossing the small object back and forth in his hands, inspecting it from all around.

\"I\'m just looking at it.\"

\"Put it down Harry.\" she protested, her throat closing in panic. \"It\'s not to be messed about it.\"

\"I will.\" he said defensively, still gazing hungrily at the time turner in his hands. \"I just want to see what it looks like.\"

\"You\'ve seen what it looks like.\"

\"Not up close.\"

\"Put it down Harry.\" she warned dangerously, \"If you don\'t...I\'ll get the Headmaster...I\'ll get Professor McGonagall...I\'ll get Snape!\"

She didn\'t know why she believed Snape would be a threat to Harry of all people, but for a moment he seemed to relent and she felt her heartbeat slowing to a normal tempo.

\"Alright alright.\" he said holding it out to her. She walked tentatively forward with a wary look on her face, reaching out her hand. That had been a close one.

Suddenly Harry snatched it back to his chest with a stormy look in his eyes and a strange giggle that actually frightened Hermione. The thunder clapped about outside as the candles flickered about in her chambers.

\"Give it back. I\'ve made up my mind Harry.\" Hermione said sympathetically but with a severe detection of stern command as she started to walk over to Harry.

\"It\'s much too dangerous to go rooting about in the past. You remember McGongall\'s speech, you know this is-\" she was about to continue with, the right thing when she viewed Harry\'s fingers moving about on the dial and her heart leapt into her throat.

Suddenly Draco appeared in the room, his robes swirling regally behind him as he watched the excited Harry and the horrified Hermione. He had been sent in my Dumbledore to apologize or suffer more point loss. The glare Snape had given him had helped to make his decision.

It was then at the moment he walked in that he viewed the small time turner in Potter\'s hand and his eyes grew wide with possibilities.

Lucius.

Father.

Revenge.

\"HARRY STOP!\" Hermione shouted, rushing across thom wom with her stomach sinking as the time turner began to whirl. Her eyes widened as she tried to pull Harry from the time turner and smack it out of his hands.

Draco came running from the other side, much to Hermione and Harry\'s shock. They hadn\'t even hehim him come in. He was trying to grasp the time turner from Harry with a wild look in his light eyes, as all hell broke loose.

\"I\'m sorry Hermione.\" Harry breathed earnestly as a small tear trickled down his cheek, the long chain from the time turner linking around their wrists as they protested.

It was at the precise moment that Hermione\'s hand tried to strike the time turner from Harry\'s hand and Draco grasped it, that all went white, a spinning feel took them all over and with a brilliant pop they were out of sight.

No one saw their departure in the isolated quarters, and the only almost witness arrived moments later with a armload of candy in his arms and a smile on his face that quickly disappeared as he viewed the sparse room.

Ron\'s eyebrows furrowed in sudden confusion and he said the only thing he found appropriate at the current point in time.

\"Hey...where\'d everybody go?\"

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author\'s notes: Thanks for the fab reviews...evidently the bunny is pleased. Been eating carrots and drinking all MY COKE! Sadly with all this praise and so forth, little bunny has become more demanding...and has made some friend\'s.

Was kicked rather unceremoniously this morning out of bed by the said bunny, seems he wanted another installment. His pudgy white eared friend nodded in agreement as he bared his pointed teeth.

\"Another one!\" I groaned from my position on the floor, \"I just wrote one a few days ago!\"

\"Not good enough.\" Fatty squeaked, biting my arm harshly as I rushed to the computer, hastily typing away as they sat near the doorframe of my computer room, thir beady eyes boring into me as I tried to focus.

At 100 words I turned to them in hope, \"This good enough?\"

They didn\'t grace me with an answer. After a few hours, much swearing and oathing that I\'d never write another story as long as I lived I finished. And I hope you enjoy. I have a feeling I will soon be overrun by bunnies.

I blame the goverment.

cheers. holden.