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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:08 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - Feb 25, 2006 10:13 pm (#1174 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "A Valentine's Day Love Chiliaicosikaienneagon?*"

*Note: Chiliaicosikaienneagon is a rare word meaning a polygon of 1029 sides.

Ron, Harry and Neville were busy wrapping presents for Valentine’s Day, when in walked Hermione, dressed in bright pink, wearing a hoodie.

“Hermione! Uh… what are you doing here?”

“Get out!”

“Well,” hmphed Hermione, “I just wanted to ask if you guys had seen Ginny. She was supposed to help me wra — oh, never mind!” She replied in a harsh voice, then cried.

“Hermione…” Harry said hesitantly. “What’s wrong?”

“N-n-nothing. I just t-t-thought the present Ron was wrapping may be for –” She turned around before she revealed any further incriminating things, and ran into her dorm room.

Ron glanced at Harry and Neville. “Girls.”

“Who is that present for, then, Ron?” Lavender appeared by the door.

“Long story.”

“But –”

A loud crash interrupted their increasingly uncomfortable conversation. “What was that?” asked Harry.

“Oh, that was probably Hermione, breaking her glass astronomy globe set. She’ll be okay in a few minutes.”

“Reparo!” shouted a voice from room next to theirs.

“I told you so!” smiled Harry, though he was in no mood for tantrums. “Come on, let’s twist again – or let’s sing the Hippogriff song.”

The door burst open again. In walked Seamus and Dean wearing their Valentine’s buttons. “We love that Valentine’s Day. Love is everywhere, all around. Even Professor McGonagall was seen giving Snape a big box of chocolate frogs. What a waste of perfectly good frogs!” exclaimed Seamus, shaking in anger.

Dean quickly tried to calm him. “You see, I swiped them!” Dean showed him the box, but it began to smolder around the pink lacy edges. Suddenly, it dissolved into bright pink smoke.

“Excuse me, Mr. Finnigan,” snarled Snape, suddenly appearing at the door.

Automatically, the lights dimmed, and Cupid-clad dwarves tackled Seamus.

As he disappeared underneath the many arms and legs he yelled, “Nooo, McGonagall loves me!”

“McGonagall has spiked these with Veritaserum, Mr. Finnigan,” snarled Snape.

“No! I can’t believe I’m being forced Veritaserum by Snape!”

But Hermione suddenly entered the room carrying something that looked like a present, but wrapped all in black. It was an omen of death.

“Somebody left this outside my door. Anybody recognize it?”

“Yes,” said Ron proudly.

“What?” yelped Harry. “What do you mean, ‘yes’?”

“Someone left the very same behind my chair in the library.” Ron looked pointedly at Harry, obviously not realizing what had just happened.

“You mean this is from you? But I could have sworn that I was with you the entire morning! Did it come via express elf post?” queried Snape, who had just started to eat the recovered chocolates.

“No!” shouted Hermione. “Professor, those are spiked with Veritaserum!”

She smirked when Snape said, “Actually, Miss Granger, I only pretended those had Veritaserum so Mr. Finnigan would be afraid to hand them to his girlfriend.”

Harry glanced at Seamus. “You have a girlfriend? How come you didn’t tell us? Who is it?”

“It’s Myrtle,” blushed Seamus, and Dean giggled. “She’s so nice to me and she is such a patient teacher. See, it started when I accidentally wandered into the girls’ bathroom that was for brewing Polyjuice. I turned into a stall, and there she was with Malfoy! I said, ‘What’s going on here?’ Myrtle pulled Malfoy’s head from the cauldron and said, ‘I accidentally knocked him in.’”

“I’m sure it’s a fascinating tale, but it’s private!” Snape smirked before hastily putting on his scowl. “Now Finnigan, if you had followed the rules, you would know that you aren’t allowed to form romantic relationships with ghosts. At least not in Hogwarts.” Snape paused. “Why her? Why did you have to fall in love with my sweet silvery —”

“What?!” cried Draco, appearing around the corner. “What on earth are you doing here?”

“Covering up for you,” hissed Snape. “Let’s hope Myrtle doesn’t discover Olive Hornby is your newest girlfriend…”

“No, please! Don’t!”

But Myrtle appeared that instant. “Don’t stop on my behalf. By all means, continue!” Hysterically crying, she passed by and smacked Draco.

“Ow! Why aren’t you a bit more careful?”

“You moronic fool!” cried Snape.

“Who?! Me?! Look who is talking!” But Dumbledore had arrived that instant and smiled benevolently. “Ah, there’s my box of chocolates. Minerva accidentally took them.” He winked at Harry before he turned to Myrtle. “Now you must choose between either of these two.”

“Pick me!” yelled Draco.

“No,” Snape shouted, “Pick me! I have supported you in all your ghostly tricks you’ve played on students over the years! How could you be so inconsiderate of me?” Snape sounded truly anguished as he begged Myrtle to choose him.

But Seamus solemnly proclaimed from beneath the dwarves: “I swear eternal love to Myrtle, one and only girl for me!” The dwarves applauded.

“Noooooo,” Snape yelled. “You can’t do that to me, Myrtle!!”

“But, Sevvie, you know I love only you. And you love me. But, let’s face the facts, I’m young and I’m not going to die soon —”

“But you’re dead already!” said Ron.

“Always so insensitive!” cried Myrtle. “Just because I’m a ghost doesn’t mean I can’t have feelings!” wept Myrtle. “Professor Binns has feelings, doesn’t he? Why won’t any of you listen to me?” She began to cry loud sobs. Draco ran to her and tired to calm her down and succeeded brilliantly. “Oh, Draco, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

She blushed. Then she realized that Seamus was staring at her: “You have toilet paper hanging from your foot. Well, aren’t you going to remove it?”

“Nah, that’s the latest fashion, don’t you read Ghost Weekly?”

“I must admit I don’t,” replied Seamus.

“I do,” gushed Draco. Myrtle looked at him.

“Draco? But I thought you…” Snape interrupted by slamming shut the door in a huff. Myrtle wailed and disappeared down the hall. Snape gave Draco a package before leaving, which struck Harry as extraordinary.

“What was it, Malfoy,” he snarled.

“None of your business, Potty.”

Hermione raised her wand. “Accio!”

“No!” cried Draco as the package slipped through his fingers.

“Why, it’s another box of chocolate frogs. Wait, did you get these from Snape? But what happened to the other ones? Are you trying to poison anyone with these? Or are you secretly, hopelessly enamored with —”

“No!” Draco wailed. “Don’t say it! I’ll be in big trouble with my mommy if you do so! Please!”

“The Giant Squid is your love!” yelled Hermione.

“Nooooo! You can’t! Dumbledore is the Giant Squid!” said Ron.

“Really?!” asked Draco. “I swear I didn’t know that! After all, if I had known Dumbledore was the Giant Squid, why would I send him love letters and go down to the lake twice a day?”

“You what?” exclaimed Seamus. “Me too! I go there a couple times to feed him raspberry jam! He once said that raspberry was good for his back. I think he only —”

“Silence! We don’t care about some love stories about you!” announced Snape. “Now, if only the Headmaster would like to turn up and—”

And, miraculously, there was a pop! and Dumbledore appeared again. “There seems to be a misunderstanding. Well, I am the Giant Squid, but none of you two will ever be my sweetheart.”

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:10 pm

These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Feb 25, 2006 10:20 pm (#1175 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 8

• Tazzygirl 42
• Little Ginny 37
• Finn BV 39
• Emily 19
• CatherineHermiona 38
• Snuffles 34
• Mrs Brisbee 14
• dizzy lizzy 13

Total Submissions: 236
Total Words: 1,180
Last Submission Date: #1171, Feb 25, 11:08 am. (Little Ginny)
Total Time to Create Story: 13 days, 14 hours, 54 minutes.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:12 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:32 pm (#2896 of 2977) [Edited Dec 12, 2010 12 pm] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #8, Volume I,
Potty Five Words: "A Valentine's Day Love Chiliaicosikaienneagon?*"

This story was written from Feb 11, 2006 to Feb 25, 2006. Eight writers contributed to the story, which is 1,180 words long. Six of the eight writers posted feedback.

- dizzy lizzy, Feb 25, 2006 10:21 pm: ROFLx3

Hilarious story! and you know...some of it actually made sense!!!!!

- Finn BV, Feb 25, 2006 10:13 pm: Not my favorite, but it was pretty good. Incidentally guys, I made a new category in the stats: "Total time to create story," from the time of the first post to the last.

- Emily, Feb 26, 2006 2:41 am: That story was great! I wonder where this one will go.

- CatherineHermiona, Feb 26, 2006 8:10 am: So nice story! I was actually third! And only one submission less than 2nd one, Finn! But of course I knew Tazzy would win... she posted almost every second submission... If she was here from the start, I would never won that story I won, and I won that one only thanks to Finn's absence for a week... And story was sooooo funny!

- Mrs Brisbee, Feb 26, 2006 1:26 pm: The last story was funny, though I had completely lost track of it by the end and gave up posting.

Got a good chuckle from Finn keeping track of how long it took to make the story down to the exact minute

- Snuffles, Feb 27, 2006 8:48 am: Well I must say, that last story was.....different!

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:14 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - Mar 4, 2006 11:45 pm (#1404 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Neville's Mission"

As rain poured down, Neville stood, soaking wet, trying to see who was standing on the station platform. A dark man was looking straight at him, and he could only be the man Neville had seen earlier lurking in the House of Gaunt that was looking miserable. What on earth was that guy doing here?

“Lumos,” muttered Neville, as he slowly walked closer to the man, when he realized it had stopped raining, ruining his “boy-standing-in-the-rain” disguise. “Oh, well,” he tried to say, but found that he had lost his voice.

The dark figure started to move in Neville’s direction. He handed Neville a folded rain-soaked parchment and a bag containing many Galleons. “Read immediately. Contact HQ. Destroy note afterwards.” The man turned and vanished. Neville blinked nervously before he unfolded the parchment. He read, “Your mission is to retrieve the items stolen from Hogwarts. This mission is both dangerous and extremely secret. You must communicate your findings by using a secret communication device which is already sewn into your cloak. You’ll find further information on your travels. Good luck.”

Neville shoved his hands into his cloak. He touched a small disc and took it in his palm. It glowed and letters appeared on it: “R.A.B.”

“Who’s that?” asked Neville. Of course, he didn’t get a closer look at the station that he found that evening, because he was whisked away in a swirl of aqua mist. “Tonks? What are you doing here? Did you see that man? Who’s R.A.B.?”

“What man, Neville?” Tonks looked surprised at Neville’s sudden appearance, and glanced curiously around. “I think you’re the only man in this alley — shh, there’s a light coming closer. I think we should get out of—”

“No! I have to travel onwards.” Neville bravely turned and slowly walked towards the light. His face was determined and he gripped his wand. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead. Feeling his mouth drying up, he wished he was braver. Taking a deep breath, he shouted the words, “Lumos!” His wand tip burst into a shining light. The faint light faltered.

“Neville? What are you doing here?” asked Hagrid. His big bushy beard had been covering the lantern.

“H-h-hello, Hagrid,” he whispered. “I just want to check…”

Hagrid put his arm around Neville’s shoulders and said, “How do you do, Neville? You all righ’?”

“W-W-Well, yes, but I can’t stop.” He glanced back before Hagrid got chances to ask any further questions. He Disapparated and Hagrid didn’t know where Neville had gone to. Shrugging, he went to Hogwarts, where Fang was waiting for him.

“We had better see Dumbledore before Neville does anything that might accidentally hurt the Order.”

Meanwhile, Neville was trudging through something gross. Apparently, he ended up in the dodgy end of some big ship. It looked deserted apart from the glow coming from the window. The Dark Mark was etched in the glass. He snuck towards the window and peered inside. Someone was trying to break into the captain’s quarters! That someone looked exactly like Draco. His white blond hair showed brightly by the light, but his face was turned away. Neville summoned up all his strength and tried to break down the door, but he didn’t have any success.

“Alohomora!” he shouted. The door burst open. Malfoy whipped it around; it was too late, Neville was already shouting “Petrificus Totalus!”

Malfoy’s limbs snapped together, and he fell on the floor. Neville carefully stepped over him to the locked door, pointing at something that looked like a shadow. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck bristling with tension. He pointed his wand at that shadow, when all at once Harry appeared beside him.

“Wait! Neville, it’s Professor Moody. He’s here to help us with some research for the Order.”

Neville glared before lowering his wand. “Harry – how can you be here with me? This is my story and I’ll decide who will be in it!”

Harry turned to him. “What are you saying? I have to leave?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d be so upset!”

Pop! Harry Disapparated in a cloud of dust. Neville cleared his mind and straightened his shoulders. “I’ll try to Apparate somewhere, anywhere, to finish my mission.” The disc glowed in his palm, words were starting to appear: “12 Grimmauld Place. Meeting at seven o’clock this evening. Don’t forget the secret parchment of new instructions hidden under the dustbins at Grimmauld Place.” Neville grinned to himself, “Gran will not like my searching dustbins.

Crack! Dobby appeared and bowed to Neville. “Sir, Dobby must help search the bins, danger is ahead. The Headmaster told Dobby to help. I’m proud to be the one chosen for this mission. I have just received a message that the danger is closing in, and Dobby is to guide Mister Neville in his task! Come!” And they ran out of the captain’s quarters, leaving Malfoy body-bound.

On their way, they ran into none other than a very irate Hagrid, pulling Fang along behind him. “What on earth is happening?” asked Hagrid while he was closing his umbrella. “Where did everyone else go?”

“Well, I can tell you we have been on a treacherous adventure. We’ve got to go now, though – Order meeting at seven!” Neville Disapparated before Hagrid could even blink his eyes!

“Well!” Hagrid looked around and reached for his umbrella. “That was interesting.” The Hagrid costume fell to the ground and out stepped Lucius Malfoy. He brushed his robes and laughed insanely. “Thank you, Longbottom, the Dark Lord shall be pleased, and I will prove my devotion and be elevated to his most faithful servant!”

Meanwhile, Neville had reached headquarters and reported to Dobby who started rummaging through the kitchen. “Dobby must find food! Dobby very hungry.”

“But Dobby,” said Neville, “we must check the bins!” Just as he said this, a loud noise issued from the large dumpster to their right. Neville quickly gripped his wand as he slowly edged towards… Zacharias Smith?

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at Hogwarts? How did you appear here? You are a member of the Order?”

“Are you?” asked Zacharias with a pretty surprised look on his face. “I’ve been running around train stations all day because, well, let me start at the beginning.” But just as he was getting ready to explain, a loud train whistle blew and they disappeared in a loud pop! When they reappeared, they were in bed at Hogwarts in their comfortable dorms.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:34 pm

These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Mar 4, 2006 11:48 pm (#1405 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 9

• Tazzygirl 46
• Emily 6
• Mrs Brisbee 9
• CatherineHermiona 42
• Finn BV 19
• Caius Iulius 1
• Snuffles 58
• Little Ginny 25
• Hermionefan(#1) 2
• dizzy lizzy 7

Total Submissions: 215
Total Words: 1075
Last Submission Date: #1400, Mar 4, 3:23 am. (CatherineHermiona)
Total Time to Create Story: 6 days, 10 hours, 57 minutes.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:35 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:33 pm (#2897 of 2977) [Edited Dec 22, 2010 5 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #9, Volume I,
Potty Five Words: "Neville's Mission"

This story was written from February 25, 2006 to March 4, 2006. Ten writers contributed to the story, which is 1,075 words long. Three of the ten writers posted feedback.

- Finn BV, Mar 4, 2006 11:55 pm: Hehe. That was a good story. My favorite so far! Though we never did find the things stolen from Hogwarts...

- Tazzygirl, Mar 5, 2006 1:35 am: I like this story! Although, I had no idea Lucious Malfoy was there...

- Mrs Brisbee, Mar 6, 2006 8:04 pm: I liked the part in the last story where Neville kicks Harry out. That was pretty funny.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:37 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - Mar 14, 2006 2:58 am (#1552 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "The Wacky Story About Lupin, Umbridge, and Dancing"

Remus stood looking at the bright sliver of the moon. In a few hours he would be going back to the iron cage he had made to keep people safe during his transformation. At least it was now made comfortable and Tonks brought him food and a bone to chew. But looking on the bright side of things, Remus realized that Tonks was willing to accept his lycanthropy. So there was a chance of marriage one day soon.

But… his ruminations were interrupted by an owl who abruptly landed on his shoulder. The letter it carried bore the Hogwarts seal and traces of hair grease! “Severus,” the third time this month. “It is really unbelievable how many questions he can ask. Well, we most certainly can’t have another late-night conference, I’m too busy tonight,” thought Lupin, “what with my transformation and dance lessons at the weekend resort in Little Whinging. Perhaps it is time to send Severus an invite to Danceoholics Anonymous; his behavior is qualifying.”

At that moment, Umbridge appeared by his side. She looked rather gruesome in her mermaid costume, complete with pink polka-dotted bows. “Well, well, well. Look who is here… did you forget that werewolves are, by Ministerial Decree 7512, banned from breathing near Ministry officials.” Her hands reached for her pink pen which she had clipped to her mermaid tail. “I shall count to ten and you will stop breathing. If you do not, I am forced to pierce your lungs with this fork. One, two, three —”

“I’ve told you before, Ministry workers make fine dancers, and Severus wants to dance. But under current circumstances, I’d rather keep breathing so that I can tell you how we are going to make you look ridiculous in front of a large audience that…”

“Enough, Mr. Werewolf!” cried Umbridge, and she showed the fork. “If you don’t tend to the said Educational Degree I will use my utmost power upon you.” Remus laughed and reached into his pockets

“Sorry, sausage fingers, I have no time to lose, I’ll transform soon and eat you up, unless you eat this anti-werewolf pill.”

Bang! There was a loud uproar, causing Umbridge to trip and land on a cactus. “Ow! Now I’m really angry.” She turned but Remus had vanished from sight. “Oh, blast!” She Apparated without a sound to the Department of Mysteries, where she had an urgent meeting with Gilderoy Lockhart.

Remus, meanwhile, was traveling along the countryside, dancing a wolftrot. He was whistling a lively tune and wished that Tonks was there with him. But Remus was about to be “given” to DEs to fool poor Tonks – the plan was to make her believe he had been captured. Alas, Tonks had to make sure he was nowhere to be found before she would believe, what with her strong faith.

Meanwhile, Snape was seething over the Levicorpus that left him upside-down in front of Umbridge, who shrieked madly with delight at the sight of the Kneazles who had appeared out of nowhere on the orders of Mafalda Hopkirk. She yelled, “I love Kneazles! I want to make them my pets,” but when they saw her rings, ran away as fast as possible. Snape fell to his great relief but then he turned on Remus and said, “You moron, you left poor Tonks alone and worried.”

Remus replied, “You think it was easy?” He stormed off into the Shrieking Shack and tried to compose himself.

At that moment Tonks entered the Shack. She walked slowly towards Remus and said, “Why, Remus? Why are you wearing pink spotted pajamas?” Remus blushed.

“I hoped you would notice that. You bought the matching slippers. Anyway, should I tell you why I am here?”

He got a bit confused when she started to laugh and say, “Why on Earth are you laughing when there is still a whole bunch of things you need to do before you go to the dance contest?” Remus put his hands over his eyes and rubbed hard. His fingers started to lengthen and his face got hairier.

“Remus, have you taken your potion tonight?”

“Of course, I didn’t! Now run before things get a lot hairier!”

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:39 pm

These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Mar 14, 2006 3:01 am (#1553 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 10

• Snuffles 40
• Tazzygirl 7
• dizzy lizzy 17
• Little Ginny 19
• CatherineHermiona 24
• Mrs Brisbee 6
• Finn BV 21
• Hermionefan(#1) 1
• Good Evans 5

Total Submissions: 140
Total Words: 700
Last Submission Date: #1548, Mar 13, 4:23 pm. (dizzy lizzy)
Total Time to Create Story: 7 days, 15 hours, 50 minutes.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:41 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:33 pm (#2898 of 2977) [Edited Dec 22, 2010 6 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #10, Volume I,
Potty Five Words: "The Wacky Story About Lupin, Umbridge, and Dancing"

This story was written from March 6, 2006 to March 13, 2006. Nine writers contributed to the story, which is 700 words long. Two of the nine writers posted feedback.

- Finn BV, Mar 14, 2006 3:05 am: Well... the story is FANTASTIC up until Remus is dancing in the countryside (8th paragraph). Overall, it's REALLY weird, but I enjoyed it.

- Tazzygirl, Mar 14, 2006 4:57 am: ummmmm... Right... I am speechless... and ummmmmm... yeah. Actually, it was a very interesting story, and I am glad Lupin likes to dance...

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:46 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - Mar 20, 2006 7:58 pm (#1734 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Extreme Dueling: Hogwarts Edition"

Ginny looked at Harry with the utmost horror – the thought of sneaking out to Diagon Alley when he should be getting ready for defeating Malfoy in a wizard duel, which was very important to Harry! But Harry’s mind was thinking that it was a piece of Zonko’s merchandise he needed to play a joke on Malfoy so that everyone thought that Ginny was Malfoy’s girlfriend. “Be careful! You don’t need to end up with a broken wand just because you made a mistake in choosing the right add-a-spell spell to your wand.”

“Oh!” said Harry gratefully. “I wonder what spell shall I get then?” asked Harry.

“Well you need to think of all the possible ways that Malfoy will try to beat you at this duel,” advised Ginny. “I know of several ways that you could trick Malfoy into showing you what he is planning to do in order to cheat and win the duel!” exclaimed Ginny.

“Harry?” said Oliver Wood, who had walked into the room. “What are you and Ginny planning on doing in this duel?” he asked.

Harry glanced at Ginny, who nodded and said, “We were quickly discussing ways to make sure Malfoy doesn’t cheat.”

“Aha! I have an idea!” said Oliver. “How about dueling at the Quidditch field, on brooms?” suggested Oliver.

Harry and Ginny looked at each other. “Perfect! Malfoy won’t know what to throw at me, should I be on my Firebolt.” Harry grinned. He walked over and picked his Firebolt up admiring its sleek, shiny handle.

Just then Hedwig arrived with a letter in her beak. Harry opened it. It said, I am ready. Tell me where to meet you. Draco. Harry grabbed a quill and wrote on the note five words. Quidditch pitch. Brooms. Now. Harry. He gave it back to Hedwig.

Oliver, Ginny and Harry all walked down to the Quidditch pitch ready to duel with Malfoy. He felt very confident that Malfoy would have trouble handling his broom and throwing nasty hexes at the same time. Holding Ginny’s hand, they went towards the pitch, Harry feeling supremely confident. “Over here you moron!” yelled Malfoy from afar. He was with Crabbe, but there wasn’t Goyle; what had happened to him? Where did he go? Harry found it was much easier without the threat of Goyle hovering over his shoulder.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Hang on, aren’t you going to ask where the mediwizard is?” sneered Malfoy, straddling his broom.

“We’ll see who needs the doctor soon enough!” Harry shot straight up into the air and started to perform the Wronski Feint. He’d done it perfectly, and Malfoy squealed as Harry’s foot brushed within inches of his nose.

“Harry!” cried Ginny. “Watch out!” Harry turned in time to see Malfoy’s wand pointed directly at his broom.

“You wouldn’t last two minutes, told you!” Harry looped the loop and pulled his own wand out. “Expelliarmus!” cried Harry. Malfoy was just quick enough to block, though it didn’t stop him from almost falling from his broom. He righted himself and tried to cast another lame spell. Harry deflected and whizzed around to the goalpost.

“Crucio!”

Harry looked around wildly. “Who said that?”

“I did,” uttered Bellatrix Lestrange from the ground, her wand pointed at Harry.

“Stupefy!” roared Oliver, who hit, most regrettably, Harry as well as Bellatrix.

“Oliver!! You hit them both!” screeched Ginny as she ran over to help Harry get back on his feet. “At least you stopped Bella from Crucioing Harry.” She leaned down to help Harry find his glasses which had been knocked off his face by the Crucio. Malfoy, though, was laughing gleefully. He swooped down towards Harry, but was knocked off his broom by a mysterious person who was coming down the path from Hogwarts.

As Bellatrix had been knocked off her broom, she looked quickly around, trying to see who that mysterious person was. Harry squinted his eyes, as he was trying to make out the person.

Ginny exclaimed, “Well, I know I should know that person, but he seemed somehow nice and intelligent—”

But Oliver said, “Wait up. That’s not Dumbledore… that’s Snape!!”

“You ruined everything!” yelled Snape to a retreating Bellatrix. “Potter, how about you and me take her to the headmaster? I’ve been hoping we would catch her soon. She has had a bad case of delusions of grandeur, and needs to stay in an asylum,” he scowled.

“No!” said Harry. “We need to tie her and giver he to the centaurs! Like Umbridge!”

“Severus, please,” drawled Malfoy, landing. “Can Potty be fed to the —”

“Excuse me. Take that, you insolent git.” And he proceeded to help in tying Bellatrix while Transfiguring Malfoy into a ferret. He thought that was good work for one day.

Five minutes later, Dumbledore smiled and said, “Well done Potter! Miss Bellatrix was giving the Hufflepuffs a hard time for eating their recently bought porridge from The Three Broomsticks. I think you still chose well and you have done the right thing. I now declare this duel to be over.” Everybody sighed with considerable relief.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:47 pm

These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Mar 20, 2006 8:01 pm (#1735 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 11

• CatherineHermiona 28
• Snuffles 14
• Good Evans 19
• dizzy lizzy 40
• Finn BV 17
• Tazzygirl 48
• Hermionefan(#1) 2
• Mrs Brisbee 1

Total Submissions: 169
Total Words: 845
Last Submission Date: #1730, Mar 19, 11:31 pm. (Tazzygirl)
Total Time to Create Story: 5 days, 22 hours, 19 minutes.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:49 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:34 pm (#2899 of 2977) [Edited Dec 22, 2010 6 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #11, Volume I,
Potty Five Words: "Extreme Dueling: Hogwarts Edition"

This story was written from March 14, 2006 to March 19, 2006. Eight writers contributed to the story, which is 845 words long. Six of the eight writers posted feedback, and one non-participant did, too.

- Finn BV, Mar 20, 2006 8:07 pm: This is a fairly good one. Not our best, I would say, but nonetheless it was enjoyable! It needed a bit more action.

- Snuffles, Mar 20, 2006 9:16 pm: Lol, it was quite funny, I didn't remember some of it!

- dizzy lizzy, Mar 20, 2006 9:47 pm: BTW we had fun contributing to this story!

- Tazzygirl, Mar 21, 2006 4:11 am: That was a pretty good story, and Finn, the ending is perfect! Thanks for changing it!

- CatherineHermiona, Mar 21, 2006 5:43 am: Last story was good.

- Good Evans, Mar 21, 2006 1:51 pm: I liked the last story, just getting in to this "lark" now...

- Little Ginny, Mar 21, 2006 3:43 pm: … but now I'm back to what looks like another really interesting story after the Duel story.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:53 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - Apr 8, 2006 3:37 am (#1938 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "The Secret Secret Weapon"

Bellatrix was getting worried. She was about to meet with Lord Voldemort, and he had said to bring the secret weapon with her. Trouble was, she would have to travel through the Vanishing Cabinet to Hogwarts, and the problem was she was afraid of Cabinets. She once got stuck in a cabinet full of nasty doxies, and it took weeks to recover herself.

But now, she had to do it, no more excuses. She knew that at eight that night she would have to appear in front of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord. She Disapparated to Hogsmeade where Narcissa was waiting for her. “Any news?” asked Bellatrix.

“Well, Lucius is still in Azkaban, but Draco’s making mischief still with that Potter boy. I hear through Severus he’s dueling tonight. I hope he doesn’t try anything rash. He could really hurt himself, or worse, even! That Potter boy isn’t gentle when it comes to dishing out hexes.”

Bella turned and said, “Let me handle Draco. I need you to go to Hogwarts with me and notify Snape. He’ll be having lunch about now.”

“How do you mean to make him hand it over?” asked Narcissa.

“You can handle that, he likes you better.” Bellatrix immediately turned around and started to Hogwarts. “Better if we keep this quiet, we do not want The Dark Lord to become angry with us for swapping jobs.”

They arrived at the gates of Hogwarts. “Here comes that Squib Filch,” Narcissa gasped.

“Obliviate!” Bella cried.

“Good evening, madames. I hope you have a pleasant tour of this wonderful school. Do give me a call if you have any question.”

Bella laughed while Narcissa looked cautiously around, making sure there were no students or professors heading in their direction. “Now let’s find Draco,” Narcissa whispered.

As they walked the grounds, they saw someone on Quidditch pitch. Hurrying forward, they saw someone was already quietly approaching from the opposite side. They split up, and Bella went running towards the pitch, holding her wand high. “Crucio!” she yelled.

Narcissa went in the great oak doors; meanwhile, Snape was walking down to the pitch. He spied Narcissa walking quickly up to him, and said, “Bella tried to go to the castle, but I told her about Draco’s duel —”

“What?! You told her? But I did too! And she said she doesn’t intend for Draco to lose.” Narcissa glanced nervously back at the pitch. “Well, she’s Crucio’d Potter, by the sound of falling from the broom,” she thought, and her mind turned to the secret weapon. “Severus, whereabouts will you be?”

Snape thought for a moment and answered, “Down at the pitch. I’ll gather up Draco and meet you there. Find Bella and tell her I am taking her to the asylum. Tell her we’ll be meeting together up by the Vanishing Cabinet, to present the secret task to Lord Voldemort. We’ll have the secret weapon – the object is inside the Vanishing Cabinet, just next to the moldy fur coat of Filch’s.”

Snape went to the pitch, intent on sorting out the ruckus, while Narcissa went up to the seventh floor where she tried to sneak into the Room of Requirement. Draco had informed her of what was necessary to enter it. Once inside, she marveled at all the clutter accumulated over the years. How would she make sure that the weapon was the correct one? There were five items that looked like they belonged to the Dark Arts. Smiling, she reached into the cabinet and pulled out something that looked like a severed hand. It was now, much more than the newer hand next to it, covered in soot. She put the blackened hand on the top of some closet that stood open. This was what Bellatrix must need.

Narcissa decided she should hasten to rejoin Severus and Bella before she was discovered by a student. She took the object and, covering it with her robes, ran out of the building. She quickly ducked behind a tree when she saw some Hufflepuffs walks by. When she passed by, she quietly muttered, “That was close!” and then continued to leave the campus.

When Narcissa reached the gates, she looked for Bellatrix, but saw Rosmerta instead. “Imperio!” she exclaimed. “Madam Rosmerta, would you take this for me?”

“What is it?” Rosmerta looked curious and took it.

“It really is important that you hide this from anybody except myself, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Severus Snape.”

“I’ll keep it behind my bar next to my extra brooms,” said Rosmerta. She gave a glazed smile and, taking the object, walked back and suddenly disappeared. Narcissa looked around and didn’t see anyone; frowning, she started towards the gates of the school.

“You!” Narcissa froze. “What are you doing here?” she demanded as she spurned the hideous face barely visible in the shadows.

Rodolphus Lestrange stepped forward menacingly and said, “The Dark Lord is growing impatient. Where is the secret weapon, or have you misplaced it?”

He looked at her, and she said, “It is safe. I was on my way to the pitch, if you must know!” With that, Narcissa turned on her heel. She was worried what Voldemort would think if the weapon were delivered late. Her worries ended, though, when she saw Severus returning from the Quidditch pitch wearing a look of triumph. Narcissa saw the weapon, which Madam Rosmerta had concealed. She moved towards the hiding spot, while Snape urged Harry to return to the Order Headquarters to alert Dumbledore.

As soon as Harry had Disapparated, Snape turned towards the pitch and returned to retrieve Bella. “Hurry, Severus! The Dark Lord awaits us. We must be at the meeting place and time is running out!”

Note: This story is intended to be another viewpoint of Story 11 of this thread.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:55 pm

These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Apr 8, 2006 3:42 am (#1939 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 12

• Tazzygirl 57
• CatherineHermiona 26
• Mrs Brisbee 13
• Good Evans 21
• Finn BV 46
• Little Ginny 2
• Snuffles 21
• haymoni 3
• dizzy lizzy 1

Total Submissions: 190
Total Words: 950
Last Submission Date: #1934, April 6, 12:57 pm. (Good Evans)
Total Time to Create Story: 16 days, 16 hours, 46 minutes.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:56 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:34 pm (#2900 of 2977) [Edited Dec 22, 2010 6 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #12, Volume I,
Potty Five Words: "The Secret Secret Weapon"

This story was written from March 20, 2006 to April 6, 2006. Nine writers contributed to the story, which is 950 words long. Four of the nine writers posted feedback.

- Finn BV, Apr 8, 2006 3:47 am: Ehhhhhh, this story is pretty good. It's got some inconsistencies among both itself and its preceding story. Overall, I liked it, but I think we've done better.

- dizzy lizzy, Apr 8, 2006 5:06 am: I can't believe I only made one post . I had a hard time following this story may that's why.

- Tazzygirl, Apr 8, 2006 5:08 am: This story was a little confusing... I agree with what you said, Finn. There were a couple inconsistancies...

- Little Ginny, Apr 9, 2006 6:58 pm: I didn't post much for the last story, because I had completely lost track of what was happening...

- Finn BV, Apr 9, 2006 7:10 pm: LOL, Little Ginny, I think many of us felt that way too…

- Tazzygirl, Apr 9, 2006 9:44 pm: I was confused by the last story, and was making a very great attempt to set it straight, but maybe in my attempts it just got even more confusing and strange...

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:58 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - Apr 23, 2006 3:43 pm (#2588 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Five Words: "Just Another Week at the Ministry"

It had been a long week and all the people inside the Ministry were exhausted. It had started on Monday with an unexplainable overflow of magical energy that fried all the lifts, so that Apparating was the only way to get out of the building. As a result, random wizards were Apparating up and landing on top of each other.

St. Mungo’s was starting to overcrowd due to the misuse of Apparating requirements, and a few nasty splinchings. Mundungus Fletcher was caught bewitching several rolls of bandage to attack patients and Muggles outside St. Mungo’s. The Obliviators worked overtime.

The magical police squad was upsetting Rufus Scrimgeour, because they kept interrupting his very busy schedule with minor reports about flying fish. Don’t they know that there are more important things than flying fish? Rufus turned back to the report by Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“At Eeylops’ Owl Emporium, five hundred owls had managed to escape and fly to Little Hangleton. Hundreds of Muggles have been wondering about this rare incident.” Scrimgeour tapped his fingers on his desk rather irritatingly. Pulling out a piece of never-ending parchment, Scrimgeour, started scribbling out instructions:

1. Notify Obliviator squad.
2. Owl Mum her dinner invitation.
3. Send out the Magical Beasts Division.
4. Contact Aurors Tonks and Shacklebolt; see what news they…

At that moment Tonks and Shacklebolt appearead at his door. “Evening, Scrimgeour,” muttered Tonks. Scrimgeour looked up from his paper. “Ah! Just who I needed to see. I wanted to ask if either of you had any news on He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It’s more important than the inconvenience of the five hundred escaped owls and a broken lift or two. So, any news?” he asked.

Tonks and Shacklebolt glanced at each other. Shacklebolt looked flabbergasted and Tonks changed hair color from shocking pink to bright blue as they shuffled their feet. Shacklebolt cleared his throat and said, “Sir?” He looked straight at Scrimgeour, but he wasn’t listening anymore. His gaze was drawn to the view out of his office window. There were about five hundred owls hovering outside, waiting. Tonks quickly walked to the window and banished the owls back to Eeylops’ with a swish of her wand!

“Thanks Tonks. One thing fixed,” said Shacklebolt with relief. Scrimgeour crossed off number three on his list. His mind wandered back to Lord Voldemort. “Shacklebolt, listen closely, this is important. I must remind you that you must owl my mum; my mail may be intercepted.”

On Tuesday, things became worse. Madame Rosmerta had reported that several bottles of Ogden’s Firewhiskey had caused three warlocks to hex each other, ending up with severely deformed limbs. Muggles who saw them thought they had been subjected to a bombing, and Muggle policemen were called and had to have the Muggle Prime Minister make an excuse about the deformed limbs.

Then on Wednesday there was an incident involving a rampaging Hippogriff, completely drunk on elf-made wine. It ran into Harrods, completely destroying all their pink hoodies! “We must not destroy all of Miss Granger’s garments; they are essential for her next film,” said the announcer over the radio. “And now to an update on the broken lifts at the Ministry. It is currently believed that Cornish Pixies were released as a joke by two wizards who believed Monday was April Fool’s day! They are now facing an inquiry at the Ministry as a result. And now a quick word from Minister Scrimgeour!” gasped the announcer…

On Thursday, there were unconfirmed sightings of a Hungarian Horntail flying over Bristol. As Muggles and wizards alike panicked uncontrollably, the Magical Creatures Division and the Obliviator Squad responded to the frantic calls of children terrified of being caught by the massive brutes.

After things had settled down, Arthur Weasley was up around the Leaky Cauldron, when a flying motorbike crashed into the wall leading into Diagon Alley. There, sitting on the motorbike was the ghost of Sirius Black. Because it was Sirius’ ghost, Arthur was desperate to get him out of sight. The only problem was Sirius was in no mood to cooperate as he wanted to see if Harry was in Diagon Alley getting his school supplies. “Sirius! Please! You have to come with me immediately! Harry will be arriving shortly, and we would prefer you two did not see each other,” begged Arthur.

“Why can’t I see him? He’ll want to talk to me and receive the birthday present I got for him,” roared Sirius.

“Well, too late now, I see Harry has just arrived,” said Arthur, wiping the sweat off his brow.

Harry meanwhile just came out of the fireplace and looked shocked at the motorbike, a ghost, and Arthur looking at him with a worried look.

Before Harry could say a word, Arthur got hold of the motorbike and started the engine. “We’ve got to get out of here, Harry, before the other ghosts come.” Harry looked at his godfather and smiled apologetically, before following Mr. Weasley.

“Are you sure they’re coming, Mr. Weasley?” Harry was staring at the sky. Suddenly, he noticed a great swirling of colors from above. “Professor Moody?” he shouted. “Are you here?” A crash sounded in the yard.

“ ’s alright Harry, it’s only me.” Hagrid dismounted from a vast broomstick decorated in bright colors. “Me job here is to tell Sirius that Professor Dumbledore wishes him to go and see him at once.”

Harry looked at Sirius once more, not with resentment that he had lost the chance to tell him all the things he had wanted to say before Sirius had died. With a shake of his head and a wave, Sirius turned his pearly ghost form away from Harry and Mr. Weasley, then vanished into thin air. Harry slid on to the motorbike and held on tight to the handle bars.

“I guess I shouldn’t really be that annoyed that I didn’t get to talk to Sirius; I feel that he knows what I would say to him.” So ended Thursday.

But at midnight, there was a loud bang. Harry looked behind to see what it was – a Muggle brandishing an odd sort of stick: a gun! He had a very strange look about him; both of his eyes were clouded over, as though under the Imperius Curse.

“Quick, Harry,” Mr. Weasley shouted. “We must get to the Ministry!” Harry concentrated on his destination and before he knew it the golden gates of the Atrium appeared before them. They quickly rushed towards the lifts so they could get up to the Auror offices. In the previous hours the lift was repaired, but there were still people being treated by Healers.

“Sorry!” Harry yelled, stepping over the people as best he could. Finally, he and Mr. Weasley reached the lift, they pushed the button that led them to the Aurors.

“What did you press? That’s not the correct level,” Mr. Weasley said. Suddenly the lift sped faster and faster until it stopped, broken again.

“Oh, no!” Harry exclaimed. “Can we Apparate from here?”

“Well, we will when the anti-Apparation spell has been lifted from the building, which will be in a short while, since the Aurors took extra precautions.” Mr. Weasley looked around nervously, as though expecting a number of different random unexplainable events to happen. Suddenly, the lift lurched and there was an enormous bang! They began spinning out of control, the lift plummeting down towards the ground floor. Harry desperately tried to think of a spell to stop them hitting the ground at such a great speed. Mr. Weasley gripped hold of Harry as they plummeted, and performed a dance routine, just as they were about to hit the basement. Mr. Weasley pirouetted across the lift; as they slammed into the ground they felt an unexpected impact into…

… cushions!

After taking a moment to get their breath, Harry and Mr. Weasley nervously glanced out of the broken doors and saw Rita Skeeter standing a short distance away, smiling coldly.

“Oh, Harry! There you are! I was wondering if you could have a quick chat about the incidents earlier this week?” She whipped out her Quick Quotes Quill and some parchment and learned in closely.

Harry snubbed her: “It’s midnight. I have no idea what’s happening, but what are you doing? Are you not supposed to be at home? Some days are better than others.” Harry and Arthur quickly got up to the Auror office, where Tonks and Shacklebolt were peering into the cold bright sunshine – someone had cast a brightness to celebrate the pay increase for security trolls. The trolls inadvertently developed a new form of pay cheques, thereby creating great joy in the Security Trolls and Goblin League.

Meanwhile, Williamson was prancing around in tights, Confunded. “What’s going on?” he exclaimed, before looking down on his Stilettos. “Oh no, I have scuffed the heel of one of my favorite shoes!”

Harry stifled a snigger before he quietly asked Mr. Weasley, “Shouldn’t we do something about him?” Mr. Weasley shook his head. “The Imperiused Muggle must be taken care of first!”

Just at that moment, Tonks appeared behind them. Her hair was shocking green and she had a worried expression on her face. “Expelliarmus!” she shouted as the Imperius Muggle ran through the room wearing only a baseball cap and jeans. The baseball cap flew across the window. Mr. Weasley raised his hand and caught it. “Well done, Arthur,” shouted Tonks. “Where’s Williamson? He was to meet me over an hour ago.”

“He was – err – detained,” smiled Mr. Weasley still holding the cap. “Apparently, someone jinxed this Muggle headwear; hopefully now he’ll be back to normal before long.”

Williamson leant against a desk, trying to focus on his surroundings. He held a wand loosely, considering whether or not to use it. Harry raised his wand, ready for any sudden movements. Tonks took a step forward. “Williamson, lower your wand and step forward to give it to me. You have been under a Confundus Charm, and therefore it will take some time for you to recover.”

Suddenly there was a loud pop, and Rita Skeeter appeared, holding Hermione’s pink hoodie. Harry stared unblinkingly, revolted by the color. “Where did you get that foul, disgusting thing?” spat Harry. Rita twirled the hoodie around, a smirk on her face.

“Well, sweetie, that is an interesting question! Tell you what, I’ll help you, if you agree to let me interview you about your childhood, including the situation between you and Ripper.”

“Forget it, Rita, there are more important things to worry about,” said Harry, spinning around on his left foot.

The sound of someone running suddenly became audible. A loud slam of a door announced the re-arrival of Shacklebolt, who was also appalled by the nauseating pink hoodie. In fact, he grabbed it from Rita before attempting to set fire and throw it out the window. Unfortunately the window was closed, and it was Kingsley’s hat that got hit instead! With a whoosh flames leapt into the air, and Kingsley rolled on the floor to pull it out. Tonks laughed but then saw the papers she had been writing aflame. “Oh, no,” she muttered as the papers crumpled on the floor. In her haste to put them out, she accidentally dropped her wand in the fire, and it started steaming!

“Accio Wand!” cried Arthur quickly. Simultaneously, Harry cried, “Aguamenti!” Water extinguished the flames.

“Phew, that was close!” sighed Tonks. “Mr. Scrimgeour wouldn’t have been happy if those had been destroyed!”

Harry turned to Kingsley. “Why on Earth did you try to burn Hermione’s hoodie? It is ghastly, but I mean…”

“Well, I just thought it was Doxy-infested, because there are reports that Doxies like pink and Scrimgeour’s curtains are infested!” Harry looked incredulous, but nodded and understood Kingsley’s fast entrance. Mr. Weasley handed the wand to Williamson and said to try not to hex anyone.

At this point, Tonks suddenly fell on the floor staring blankly into space. “Tonks?” shouted Mr. Weasley. He ran quickly over to her, and checked for a pulse. Harry glanced around the room, watching for a culprit to curse. He noticed Stan Shunpike edging out of the room, looking shifty.

“Levicorpus!” Harry shouted. Stan was raised into the air! He let out a shriek as his wand fell from his pocket. “Mr. Weasley, I only wanted to see if Stan was the cause of any of this,” said a nervous Harry. Mr. Weasley propped the wand up and turned to make sure Tonks was all right. She was white and slightly woozy. “Stay still! Why are there three people under curses today?” Harry asked helplessly. “It more than a coincidence. I wonder what the connection could be?”

“Mr. Weasley, maybe it has something to do with the person who set Eeylop’s owls loose?” suggested Stan. “’Cuz it wasn’t me. I woz sneakin’ out —”

“Wait!” interrupted Harry. “How did you know that? The Daily Prophet didn’t report it. You have something you want to explain?”

Mr. Weasley caught on and turned along with everyone to stare at Stan, still wondering what was amiss in the wizarding world that week. “I accidentally overheard someone telling Tonks that the horrible pink hoodie might have Doxies. I wasn’t sure what to do and just wanted to help…”

Stan’s voice trailed off uncertainly. “I never meant no harm —”

Arthur cut in: “But have caused a lot!” The reprimand silenced Stan, giving Williamson the opportunity to make a loud, disgruntled moan.

“It was you!” Harry exclaimed, pointing at Williamson. “I can see traces of Droobles’ Best Blowing Gum on your robes!”

Williamson looked guiltily towards the floor. “It’s true, I was responsible,” he admitted. Tonks had heard enough. She cast a spell and chains wrapped around Williamson. Still weak, she hoistered herself up, relying on the desk for support. Harry rushed forwards to help but tripped over the chains trailing from Williamson’s feet. He sprawled on the ground unconscious.

The next thing Harry knew, he was lying on a hospital stretcher, surrounded by many spectators. He recognized Tonks and Mr. Weasley in the crowd around him. “What happened? Where am I?” he asked, disoriented.

“You’ll be all right, you were knocked out for eight hours, and we’ve sorted out most of the problems with Williamson,” explained Tonks, who seemed her normal, purple-haired self again.

“But come, Dumbledore said he needed to speak to Sirius, remember? We’ll meet him at Mrs. Figg’s,” said Arthur. “I’ll see what time we can get there. Mrs. Scrimgeour’s party is at five o’clock so we should have enough time. And don’t give Rita Skeeter a story. She’ll go berserk and you’ll get in trouble, as usual! I can see the headline: 'Potter Presides over Potty Party.' And don’t forget a gift. Maybe some wine would be good. I hear Dahlia loves Chardonnay. Maybe we should call Larry’s Liquors. How about I order it, while you get her some clothes. Avoid Harrods; a Hippogriff caused a lot of damage there on Wednesday.”

“I will, Mr. Weasley,” Harry said. “See you at five.”

Harry Apparated to Mrs. Scrimgeour’s party fashionably late, at quarter past five. The Dursleys were there, but were oblivious to Harry’s presence. Harry acquired a repulsive glance from Uncle Vernon when he got some punch. Harry politely waved, because he felt sorry for them, being Muggles in a nearly all-wizard gathering. Mr. Weasley ushered Harry over to where the rest of the people were chatting, avoiding Vernon’s glare. (He remembered the “challenging” events of the August of the Quidditch World Cup.) Harry watched as Vernon’s mustache was slowly ignited by…

… Fred, who had just arrived. Vernon yelled and began to do an odd little dance, causing Petunia and Dudley to laugh loudly, but they shut up when they received a glare from Vernon. He had managed to stop the flames, and was turning his full attention on Fred, his face a lovely shade of purple. Fred grinned. “So sorry! I must have mispronounced it. But you do look much better without your mustache,” he said.

Meanwhile, Scrimgeour arrived with his mother, who, much to everyone’s surprise, was a very kind lady who gave out lots of little gifts to everyone. Scrimgeour, on the other hand, was scanning the crowd, looking for Tonks and Shacklebolt who were deep in conversation with Harry and Sirius in the corner. Excusing himself from Mrs. Figg, Scrimgeour walked over to the two Aurors. “Excuse me, might I have a quick word with you two?” Tonks and Shacklebolt nodded.

“Okay, what’s up with You-Know-Who? I haven’t been getting any reports lately,” whined Scrimgeour.

Tonks replied. “That’s because we have been too busy fixing everything from the past week. And besides, we think this whole mess was on You-Know-Who’s orders,” said Tonks.

Meanwhile, St. Mungo’s was still filling up, due to the curses being time-delayed. It was quite a sight to see all these people, and then Rita Skeeter had decided to show up, wearing a custard pie splashed all over her blouse. “Hippogriffs!” she exclaimed. “There was one outside Harrod’s! I shall never shop there.” Grumbling, she whipped out her Quill and asked the Healers if she could interview their patients. Without waiting for an answer Rita started questioning them. “How does it feel knowing this was one of You-Know-Who’s dirty tricks?” she asked the conscious ones. “What was it like being cursed?” she asked a nervous looking Williamson

“Well, cursing yourself, I suppose,” Williamson mumbled.

“Well, hurry up,” said Rita. “Haven’t got all day!” She tapped her long toes against the marble floor.

Meanwhile, back at the party, Dumbledore and Sirius’ ghost were deep in a whispered discussion. Harry, meanwhile, was looking tired and was glancing hopefully over at them. He was debating whether or not to go over when Mrs. Figg appeared at his side. “Dear me, Harry, it’s been a while since we last spoke. And you’ve been a busy buy, haven’t you?” She smiled at him. “Now there are two things I need to tell you and they are very important. One is to always wear clean clothes, you never know who you will meet. And secondly, always make sure to laugh at least once a day and always keep your friends close by you,” whispered Mrs. Figg. She gave him a jelly bean and walked off.

Harry thought for a moment, and decided to go and finally talk to Sirius. He meandered over to where Sirius and Dumbledore were. Dumbledore glanced at Harry and moved away towards Tonks and Lupin. Harry was pleased to be able to finally talk to Sirius. “Hey Sirius, where’d you get the motorbike? It hasn’t been seen by anyone for such a long time.”

Sirius shrugged and spoke. “I brought it here from Hagrid’s. He was keeping it for me so I could give it to you on your birthday, which is on Saturday…” he said. At this point Harry broke down and cried and Sirius came over to give him a hug.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:04 pm

These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Apr 23, 2006 3:48 pm (#2589 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 13

User	# of Submissions
Tazzygirl	176
CatherineHermiona	2
Good Evans	32
Little Ginny	36
dizzy lizzy	92
Finn BV	71
Snuffles	62
azi	112
Stephanie M.	1
Sticky Glue	1
Hungarian Horntail11	7
Julie Aronson	12
Emily	23

The user in red is the rightful starter of the next story. They are welcome to pass on the privilege to the user who posted the second most number of times.

Total Submissions: 627
Total Words: 3,135
Last Submission Date: #2583, April 23, 12:54 am. (dizzy lizzy)
Total Time to Create Story: 14 days, 7 hours, 46 minutes.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:05 pm

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Potty Five Words: "Just Another Week at the Ministry"

This story was written from April 8, 2006 to April 23, 2005. Thirteen writers contributed to the story, which is 3,135 words long. Six of the thirteen writers posted feedback.

- Emily, Apr 23, 2006 4:01 pm: LOL, great story!

- Finn BV, Apr 23, 2006 4:02 pm: Okay, yay! That took a while to read, but it was great. Some of the dialogue is a bit weird…… but I liked it the best so far! And hey, we better keep the next story shorter or we'll run out of posts on the thread!

- Tazzygirl, Apr 23, 2006 8:19 pm: Wow- I just saw the story, 3 posts to get it all in! Overall, I really liked it!

- Little Ginny, Apr 23, 2006 10:09 pm: Impressing story and statistics, Finn, I admire you for so thoroughly keeping up with the stories!

- Snuffles, Apr 24, 2006 7:59 am: Phew!!! Just had to read through 204 posts!!!!!! I quite liked the last story.

- Good Evans, Apr 24, 2006 11:53 am: woo hoo - new story - well done all of you the last one was good fun - I had forgotten (or missed) a large chunk in the middle - excellent!

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:06 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - May 3, 2006 8:58 pm (#2872 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Hogwarts Epidemic"

Minerva McGonagall sighed deeply and looked out at the students. They were standing in a crooked semicircle in the Great Hall, most looking sickly and withdrawn. There was a bad epidemic going around, and McGonagall was worried that the school needed to find out where the cure was.

“Your attention, please!” She waited a few moments, until silence fell, and then, clearing her throat, said, “Students. It is with my deepest regret to tell you that unless the cure is found somewhere within these walls, all of you will have to dance a lively salsa in front of the Giant Squid. Please note that he is tough to please and you mustn’t look directly into his eyes, or he’ll think that you are untrustworthy.”

Ron looked very shocked at this and turned to Hermione to question Professor McGonagall’s sanity. Harry nudged Ron as Professor Snape scowled in disgust and appeared looking sweaty and breathing hard.

“If you think you are going to persuade me to let you off a detention to dance, Potter, you may think again.” Snape’s cloak bellowed out behind him as he strode to the front of the doors and out into the courtyard. “Well, someone certainly need to sweep up around here – it’s a disgrace!” Snape proceeded towards the gates at opposite ends of the courtyard.

Harry, Ron and Hermione cautiously followed, keeping to the shadows. “Where is he going now?” whispered Harry. Ron shrugged noncommittally. “But if he sees us we’ll be in massive trouble!”

“Oh, Ron, don’t be such a spoilsport!” laughed Hermione. Snape seemed to sense being followed and suddenly turned round, forcing the trio into a strange hole, just wide enough for them to slide through. Hermione shot through first, not wanting to be seen.

“He’ll expel us for sure if we get caught!” she gasped.

Suddenly they heard his voice. “Unless you’re intending on going to be severely punished, I advise you to — ARGH!!” Snape’s scream rang through the air. When he didn’t stop, the trio hastily climbed out of the hole and ran over to Snape, who stood ashen faced over Draco’s body. In the dim light, they could see the basilisk’s tooth that stuck out of the Slytherin’s arm. The wound discharged blood and oozed over the grass.

Snape stood horrified at his wand. “Severus!” gasped Professor McGonagall, who came running up, out of the shadows. “How could you?” Now the students must dance as Snape gets hauled off, and they did so.

Luna wandered from the Quidditch Pitch, her butterbeer corks swinging in time with her step. When she reached Harry and Ron she clasped their hands and gasped, “What happened to Professor Snape?”

Harry looked around Hermione’s shoulder and sniggered, “Well you should have been there! McGonagall had Hagrid lift him up and rush him to the Dementors. I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming. I’ve always know he was… dodgy, to say the least!”

“Oh well,” said Luna simply. “I am sure the Gobberlister will replace him nicely. Anyway, they are naturally bat-like, so the resemblance shouldn’t be that different. No one will miss him except maybe the Slytherin kids who thought he was special.”

“So what about this new Gobberlister?” asked Harry, later, as they danced around the lake, to a fine orchestra made up of mermaids and the Giant Squid. “What do you think they actually do?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious? They like anything ugly, and so they will enjoy the dungeons a lot! In fact, they’ll be hard to get out of the place! Dark, depressing, and dull – perfect!” affirmed Luna.

Ron grinned, “I think potions class is going to be a lot more interesting now. Who knows what the Gobberlister will teach us to brew?”

The tempo of the salsa increased, and Harry stumbled over one of the Giant Squid’s tentacles. Ron roared with laughter, but then tripped over Draco and fell into the lake. When he emerged, he was cured, if somewhat blue from the cold temperatures of the water. Hermione rushed over to him, worry etched on her face. “Ronald, what on earth happened to you in the lake? I saw Myrtle push you towards a Grindylow!”

“Nice,” snarled Ron. “And I was almost caught, but the giant reeds blocked their path towards me.”

“What’s she playing at?!” They turned to see Myrtle blowing Ron a kiss.

“RONALD!” shouted Hermione. “Will you stop flirting with Moaning Myrtle! It’s disgusting! She’s dead, after all.”

Ron looked puzzled for a moment, as he didn’t know what to do to combat Hermione’s startling jealousy. He chose to look away in shame, and his ears were bright red. “What do you want me to do about it? You know how she gets.”

“Never mind her,” said Harry. “Look who’s headed this way.”

Ron looked up, squinting to see Narcissa Malfoy, hysterical and running, her hair streaming behind her. “My sweet, innocent boy! What have they done to you? My baby!” Narcissa collapsed.

“It was your friend Snape. He somehow befriended a basilisk and its fang speared Draco right through the leg. Maybe if Draco was loyal to us in the first place, and especially to Dumbledore, Fawkes and the Order, this would never have happened. But you chose to be Death Eaters, so what more do you expect?” Harry finished his rant, leaving Narcissa gaping, and hurried off to catch up with Ron and Hermione. Moaning Myrtle was left, happily wailing at the dancers.

Meanwhile, McGonagall was eyeing the dead Draco suspiciously. Suddenly, his body began to twitch violently. McGonagall’s eyes widened. The salsa music ceased, and they all watched as Draco slowly stood up, his eyes vacant.

Horrified, McGonagall whispered, “Inferius.” All hell broke loose; Narcissa blubbered incoherently. Hermione conjured fires. Flitwick joined her, until Dumbledore suddenly appeared out of nowhere and ended the commotion.

“Please, everybody stay calm and go back to the Great Hall. There is hot chocolate for the best dancers.” He turned, picked up Draco’s body, and walked into the Forbidden Forest. The students returned to the Great Hall, surprisingly hungry after what had happened.

“Neville, your chin is completely covered in green slime,” said Luna. “It was probably the Lorser-Boggum. You should wash all your socks immediately to combat the risk of Lorser-Boggosis.”

“Socks!” cried Harry.

“That’s ridiculous, Luna, even for a case like Lorser-Boggosis,” Hermione said. “But you have solved the cause of Snape’s mysterious behavior. He probably hasn’t washed his socks in ages! His chin looks just like a huge pointed Lorser!” spat Harry.

“What’s the cure, Luna?” asked Ginny, running up behind them. Luna thought for a moment. “We need a Clornet and a honking daffodil mixed with pumpkin juice,” she stated simply.

“The Potions Cupboard!” cried Hermione. She and Luna flew from the Hall to the dungeons in a flash.

“Socks!” said Harry.

“What?” asked Ron. “Why did you yell 'Socks!' again?”

“Uh-oh, Harry’s coming down with it!” said Luna, who had returned. “Hermione is in the kitchen with the house-elves, who are going to help us figure out the antidote. Maybe all members of S.P.E.W. will finally gain the respect they’ve sought all these years. Maybe —”

“I was just getting pumpkin,” said Hermione.

“Socks!” said Harry.

“Drink,” said Ron, shoving a goblet of pumpkin juice down Harry’s throat. Harry spluttered, but managed to swallow most of the juice. He glanced at Hermione and asked what just happened.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. The house-elves are making enough antidote for three times the number of students affected.” Hermione gave Harry’s arm an electric shock, strangely, when he brushed by her.

“Ouch, what was that?” he demanded.

Hermione shrugged. “I’m really sorry, Harry, I don’t know why that happened. Maybe it’s a side effect.”

“I hope it wears off soon. Or maybe the shock is the illness leaving. It is an electrifying experience!”

“Excuse me, Harry Potter, sir, but we were wondering if you could give this medicine to everybody for us. We house-elves think it will cure them all very quickly!”

So it was. Everybody was cured. (Hermione credited the house-elves, who prepared the concoction, but Ron said that any idiot with half a brain could have done that easily.)

The end? No, then they all danced.

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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:09 pm

These stats were first posted by Finn BV - May 3, 2006 9:06 pm (#2875 of 2977) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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Finn BV	40
Tazzygirl	23
Little Ginny	16
Emily	11
Snuffles	27
Good Evans	3
Julie Aronson	35
Mrs Brisbee	15
Puck	35
dizzy lizzy	1

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Total Submissions: 272
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Last Submission Date: #2870, May 3, 1:40 pm. (Finn BV)
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Potteraholic Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:10 pm

NOTE: Regretfully, post-story comments for Story #14, Volume I, "Hogwarts Epidemic" were not collected into one 'post-story comments post' before the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum' site closed on April 15, 2011.

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Potteraholic Thu Jul 14, 2011 2:24 pm

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• Click on Story #15 (15 May 2006) for "A Job for Umbridge"

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Potteraholic Thu Jul 14, 2011 2:29 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - May 15, 2006 12:15 pm (#342 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "A Job for Umbridge"

Mr. Remus John Lupin was putting on his new robes, ready for his new job in the Werewolf Protection League. Remus was very nervous as his wife, Mrs. Lupin, had just told him they were expecting twin cubs. This job now meant a whole lot of responsibility, and Remus was not sure he could handle the pressure.

“Don’t forget your application form, dear, or you’ll have to come back home.”

“Yes, Celestina. I’ve got it. When did Nymphadora say she’d be back from the Healer?”

“She said she had a doctor’s appointment at nine thirty and some other errands to run before her meeting at headquarters. It’s just amazing what the Aurors have accomplished lately.”

Armed with that information, Remus strode out of the door. Remus glanced around, making sure all was safe, and he then Apparated to the Ministry. “Hem hem,” said a voice behind them.

“Good morning, Dolores,” said a cheery Remus. “I’m so glad I bumped into you! There was something I was meaning to send you. It’s an article about evil hags. Would you be related to the one who put the Draught of Living Death upon the king’s daughter?”

“Well, I, filthy,” sputtered Dolores. “I don’t have to answer that!” And she huffed and puffed and blew her iron grey curls out of that ridiculous pink bow.

Chuckling, Lupin continued on his way. He admired the nameplate beneath a portrait of a young witch. Nymphadora Lupin, Auror of the Year. With a smile, he knocked on the door and entered. “Harry, do you have a moment? I have a message to deliver to you from my wife. You and a guest are invited to a dinner, which will be this Saturday night, around six.” Harry thought for a moment, then replied.

“I’ll check with my boss, to see if I have the night off. And I’ll ask Ginny whether she wants to go, if she’s free to join me. Is that okay, Remus?”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“Today’s your first day of your new job? That’s what I heard from Tonks. How are you both doing?” Harry leaned against the wall, ready to listen.

Remus adjusted his robes. Clearing his throat, he considering his reply. Not wanting to give the secret away, he said instead, “My great-aunt Celestina has come down to visit… just there for support as I start the new job. She was once a famous pop singer —” He was interrupted by a paper airplane, which zoomed inside a lift. “Oh! Harry, sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you. I must go – Head Werewolf can’t be late!”

Remus rushed off, heading for the newly constructed office. He paused and glanced around. Dark wood paneling covered the walls; the windows streaming in artificial light. His desk was huge and littered with chocolate frog wrappers. Smiling, Remus swept the lot into the Rubbish Bin beside a copy of Quidditch Monthly. The figures on the cover waved as Lupin bent down and placed his briefcase on the desk. A piece of parchment which contained the words “Werewolf Victims Protection Act” caught his eye. He picked it up and began to read, frowning. This wasn’t what they brought him on board to do. He was going to discuss this with the Minister.

A knock on his office door brought an unexpected visitor. “Professor Dumbledore, what a surprise!” exclaimed Lupin.

“No need to get up,” said Dumbledore. “There are a couple of issues we need to discuss immediately.” Lupin stood up to close the door so they could talk without being overheard easily.

“So, what’s going on?” Dumbledore pointed to the document Remus was holding. Handing it over, Remus sighed and sat back while Dumbledore read the parchment, a crease appearing on his forehead. He pushed his glasses a little further up his nose and paused thoughtfully. He spoke finally, quietly.

“Remus, this is the most ridiculous, unhelpful piece of writing that I have ever had the displeasure of scanning my half-moon glasses over. It’s unconscionable, I say!” Handing the paper back to Remus, he added, “This is what I suspected. Dolores somehow managed to get information on you being selected to head of this department, and now she seems to be trying to undermine you before you have even begun to make a start. We must schedule an appointment with her, to show that you will not accept any of her nonsense.”

“Instead, re-assign her as my coordinator. She can then help adjust some attitudes, starting with the group of werewolves in a cave. They are just the thing to straighten her out, and hopefully change her woefully ideas. I don’t think she will have any problem with this, considering the current Minister’s opinion of her work. Arthur’s told me she’s lucky to have work here at all, considering her close association with some questionable philosophies in the past. I’m under no illusions that she won’t like it, but that she’ll do as the Minister says, you know.”

Harry thought he was seeing a ghost as he entered Lupin’s office just then. “P…P…Professor Dumbl— I… what… erm… when did you get..”

Dumbledore chuckled and said, “Actually, Harry, what you see is my ascended form.”

Harry looked puzzled for a second. “You mean, umm, what do you mean?”

“I’ll only be here in times of extreme need. Professor Lupin needs assistance with his job and the secret of getting through ministry red tape.” Harry stepped back, still agape at his once-Headmaster. “Dolores trying to stir up opposition is what we’ll see next.”

“Oh, we’re already seeing it. How… how long will you be here?” Harry looked at Dumbledore, hoping the answer would be “several years.”

“Do you need my help, Harry?”

Harry nodded. “As a matter of fact I could do with some advice. What do you know about self-vanishing charms? I appear to have had a bit of an accident. I had forgotten my cloak while tailing someone. I thought I was about to be discovered, so I tried to hide. Then, I felt tingling sensations down my right side. The guy looked right at me, and didn’t seem to see me. I want to know why this happened and if you and Lupin can see how to prevent this from happening again.”

Dumbledore smiled before he answered. “Well, Harry, it is an easy problem to solve. All you have to do is concentrate on the three important Apparition terms and then snap yourself back into reality. If you have determination to control whether or not you can be seen, you can become invisible at will. I shall be happy to teach you if you so wish.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, thanks, that would help me out a lot sir.”

Lupin suddenly got up. “There’s lots to do, and so I must ask you to let me get Dolores as my assistant by myself. I know that seems strange, but it’s the only way she will recognize my authority here at the Ministry. I promise I will be able to convince her.”

“Very well. Do what you feel you need to do. I will be around in case of any surprises.” And with that, Dumbledore left the office. Harry wished Remus good luck, then also left.

Remus stared at the wall for a while, deciding the best way to approach the situation. Eventually he decided that a lunch meeting with Umbridge would be the most effective. He sighed deeply and wrote a memo, which he folded into an airplane and cast a charm on it, so it would land right in Dolores’ hands. The next thing on his agenda was to try and organize his office. For years he had dreamed of having an office of his own, but now it seemed daunting. Many stacks of books and piles of parchment were scattered throughout the area. He sighed – there was no choice but to get going to lunch.

“Remus, Molly packed some extra goodies! Look!” cried Arthur Weasley at his hungry-looking friend. “There are delicious cheese sandwiches, with the spicy mustard you like so much, plus a healthy serving of yummy salad! I love that —”

“Arthur,” interrupted Remus, “I would love to chat, but I must meet Dolores for a meeting to show her my position.”

“Remus, I’d be happy to join you if it’s okay with you. I would like to have a chat with Dolores myself about her conduct recently.” Remus began walking down the hall towards the lift, which would take them up to Dolores’ office.

When Remus and Arthur arrived at their destination, Dolores was sitting at her desk, deeply engrossed in a copy of Witch Weekly: Test Your Amorous Toad to See if He’s Really the Right One for You. “Hello, Dolores. Sorry to interrupt when you are working, but I have a little business matter to discuss with you. Why don’t we talk somewhere nicer? We could go get some lunch.” Umbridge eyed Remus suspiciously, as if she thought he might transform at any moment into a vicious wolf.

“I promise I won’t infect you with lycanthropy or any other illness you might be worried about catching.”

“Well, whatever you say, I don’t believe you. Everyone knows lycanthropy is caught by merely being near a… thing.”

“Dolores,” Arthur interjected, angrily. “You are completely insane. I’ve been near a werewolf almost every day, and not once have I been overcome with the urge to run from him. It’s ridiculous to…”

“Arthur, enough. Dolores, come with me. I am your superior, and I order you to accompany me to lunch.”

Umbridge’s eyes flicked from Arthur to Remus, smoldering with anger. With a discontent sigh, she stood up and said, “Very well. I am hungry, anyway. Let’s go to the Leaky Cauldron.”

The three of them Disapparated from the Ministry and appeared in Diagon Alley. They entered the Leaky Cauldron, and sat down at a back table. “Where should I begin?”

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Potteraholic Thu Jul 14, 2011 2:30 pm

These stats were first posted by Finn BV - May 15, 2006 12:21 pm (#343 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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azi	52
Snuffles	38
Julie Aronson	44
Little Ginny	24
Puck	77
Tazzygirl	36
Emily	2
Finn BV	43
Mrs Brisbee	7
HungarianHorntail11	3
Herm oh ninny	8

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Total Submissions: 334 
Total Words: 1670
 Last Submission Date: #337, May 14, 8:34 pm. (Finn BV)
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Potteraholic Thu Jul 14, 2011 2:31 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:35 pm (#2903 of 2977) [Edited Dec 23, 2010 10 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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Potty Five Words: "A Job for Umbridge"  

This story was written from May 4, 2006 to May 14, 2006. Eleven writers contributed to the story, which is 1,670 words long. One of the eleven writers posted feedback.  

- Finn BV, May 15, 2006 3:52 pm: …didn't have the time to congratulate Puck, and acknowledge my liking of the story! 

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