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WARNING: Talks about undies and bras. Get over it. I didn't think this qualified as sexual nature.... Well... Erm... just kind of... I dunno. I'll just grab a summary and paste it here.

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Erm.... get to know the new teacher a bit, yeah know?

Erm.... lol this one is actually more funny than anything! Please review!

The bludgers were chasing you, Malfoy was manipulating them. “MOVE RON, MOVE!!” you yelled. He dropped ten feet just as you flew where he had been, leaving the goal hoop clear. You were headed stright for the metal ring....

"Something really freaky happened, Melia...... Harry was trying to get your attention. You looked back at whatever it was, and that’s when you woke up, I guess...”

Erm....Hogsmeade, you know?? Ah just read and review.

You were silent for a moment, before looking up at her. She had removed her glasses, and you were startled to see that her eyes were actually very pretty without the spectacles. “I.... I won’t tell you,” you whispered, trying to stop trying. “I won’t let him die.”

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"AMELIA!!!" Hermione shouted, red-faced. You grinned. "You get me, I'll get you back!"

Although, you did manage to get a rather hilarious picture of Hermione snoring with her head on a book, the page stuck to her cheek.

You stumbled backwards, terror stricken. The boggart had turned into a dementor. Suddenly, you heard a death rattle, a shaky, sniffing breathing, and a decomposing hand extended from the long black shroud as it advanced, your mother and father’s screaming resounding in your ears. “RIDDIKULUS!!” you yelled. Nothing happened.

Erm... ONe month, ya know?? AH just read and review

You turned to your Junior Order notebook, which Hermione had been going through, and were displeased to see a large smudge of jelly on one of the pages. Just then Hermione and Ron entered. "Oy, Mione!" you called, holding up the page. "Not suck a neatnick now, eh?" "I didn't do that," she said, sitting down. "The only other person to use that page was Ron." You both rounded on him as he smiled guiltily. "Whaaaat?" he asked. "I was hungry!"

There were little butterflies in your gut, and you always liked to have your wand around at times when that happened. You three rounded the corner and came to the entrance hall, where people were meeting and slowly entering the great hall. You scanned the crowd and felt a jolt in your stomach. Harry was nowhere in sight.

He glared at you, his face obviously red. “I swear to God, I will hurt you. You’ve got no idea what I saw-” “AND YOU’VE GOT NO IDEA WHAT I HEARD!” you roared. “I was running through these halls as fast as I could, looking for you! You may think you saw me making out with DRACO MALFOY, Harry, and let me tell you, you have never been more wrong in your entire life!! He was trying to get me to join the Death Eaters, Harry! He told me you were writhing on the floor, dying of pain, and the only way he’d ever tell me where you were was if I gave myself to him, if I let him rape me!"

The door opened, and one of the twins stepped out. He looked like he had acne all over his face, but instead of coming to a head, the pimples turned into wriggling worms. The second followed him out. His hair had turned into cotton candy. The first, you assumed Fred, took a bit of cotton candy of George’s head and ate it. “So, mum...” George said, glaring at Fred. “What’s for breakfast?”

Mrs. Black started screetching again as Fred and George burst out the door, one doing a victory grind and the other a ballroom dance with an imaginary partner.

“Isn’t that, oh, I dunno, a bit ILLEGAL?!” said Hermione. “Not if you’re of age,” said George, smiling widely. “But we’re not,” said Ron. “Not yet.” A/N!!! I don't know about the whole British money currency thing and I probably guess like WAY too high or get the Suros and stuff mixed up, but I'm an American so I dunno... sorry if it confuses you!!!

Well... a load of wierd stuff happening, man.... Just read and review, mmk? Please? PLease? PLEase? PLEAse? PLEASe? PLEASE?!!!

Look my computer is being a dork and won't let me say only specific characters so this episode has Ameila, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Lupin, Tonks, Fred/George, and Draco.

You glared up at the Dementor as it bent, grabbing your neck and pulling you up. You barely felt your throat close off air, choking you. All you knew was you were being stripped of your powers and your arm was paralyzed under the Cruciatus Curse.

He pulled you closer, and you had the sudden urge to kick him excruciatingly hard in the shins, and then tell him what was wrong as you sobbed into his shoulder. Talk about an oxymoron.

Suddenly Lergen slammed into you. You wove out of control from the hit, and heard Lergen’s laughing. You saw the yellow Hufflepuff tower coming closer at an alarming speed. You knew there was no way to get control back and threw the quaffle to Kevin, who was staring at you, horrified.

....You buried your face in your pillow, drew your drapes shut, and cast a firm silencing spell around your bed so no one could hear you cry the tears of the brokenhearted. All the while, his words rang in your head. “I hate you, Amelia Wright.... I wouldn’t care if you died.”

...Perhaps I’ll just... fade into obscurity after the War. I’m to the point now where I just don’t care who wins and who looses, as long as this pain I feel goes away and leaves me for good, just like the insolent Potter did...

“Never mind. It’s obvious that snake lied to me, among... other things.” Harry heard her voice catch oddly as she quickly turned and walked towards the castle. “Wait, Amelia... what?” he called. But Amelia shook him off, hurrying up into the entrance hall and out of sight. As Harry watched her figure retreat, he felt the urge to go upstairs and throttle someone from Slytherin house, since she was obviusly talking about one of them. Instead, as he stood there, he knew it was even more urgeant to read the entry that she’d written in her diary that morning.

“I know how you feel, Amelia...” he said, taking his book. “I’m numb, but still feel, too. I feel as if I’m killing myself, not you. I feel sad when you cry, and I havn’t seen you properly smile in ages... It’s all my fault.” Harry sighed and cast a glance around the empty common room. “Thing that really kills me.... Is I still love you, too.”

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"Does it hurt?" asked Becky Wright, staring up at you. "Us not remembering you?" Your eyes were squeezed shut to hold back the tears. “No.... No, Ma.... I’m so used to it. You don’t even remember it when I tell you, every day.... That I’ve been shattered and raped and I’m dying. There's nothing left in this forsaken world for me to live for. Love broke me... Malfoy broke me... Harry broke me... I'm dying, Ma... I'm dying, I'm dead right in front of your eyes and you don't even see it... Because you're dead, too.”

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Hermione refused to look at Harry or Ron as a tear rolled down her cheek. When she spoke, it was in a cracking whisper, full of pain that she knew was twenty times less than the pain Amelia felt. “You don’t know! God... Come on, Harry. Stomach surgery.... terrified of Malfoy... been sick for the past few weeks. You’re a smart boy. Figure it out.”

Hermione seemed both desperate and angry at you. “You’re tricking yourself into thinking you’re happy. It’s a drug, it’s a field of paper flowers. It’s perfect but it doesn’t exist. Right now it seems like heaven, but it can shatter in a snap. Then where will you be, where will your happiness be? Nowhere, Amelia. Harry’s not killing you, you are.”

Harry had turned also, and was glaring at him so hard you thought the little worm might spontaneously combust. "Of course it was stomach surgery. I've seen the damn scar." He hadn't, but whatever. "Don't lie to me, you bastards." Anger welled in your chest, and you saw red dots dancing in front of your eyes.

“Harry... I’ve got it... I did it,” you said breathlessly, shaking the paper. “I know who it is.” “What...?” “Amalissa!” you whispered. “I know who Amalissa is!"

You just stared at him. It was impossible. Things you’d seen, you’d dreampt... they were coming true. But it was impossible. Muggles could not see Hogwarts. Muggles could not be in Hogwarts. But here was a Muggle child, eating a strawberry ice-cream and staring at you with a camera round his neck, in Hogwarts.

Harry felt the tears sliding down his cheeks, and dropped his arm, his wand clattering to the floor in the silence. Voldemort smiled and his lips moved, but Harry heard nothing as he started to sob. And, suddenly as everything in his life had happened, he was engulfed in a cold, white light, and everything went black.

The year had been long and adventurous, and now you were in for a bit of down time before going back. Smiling as you buckled your seatbelt, you resolved your thumping heart with the fact that they’d be round to kidnap you off in a month.