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Author's Note:
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SlaptheWhiteFerret
It's 7th Year and It's Crazy
Chapter 7
October 15
Dear Diary,
When I woke up this morning, something was not right. You know the feeling that something's missing. Little things start going wrong, and they build up. Well that's how it was. I woke up, and my sheets felt like ice against my legs, so I pulled them off, and stepped out of bed, and then I saw it. You were gone. I had left you on my bedside table, and you weren't there. Naturally I freaked out. Where were you?? I pulled on my trainers, and my lace broke, so I tugged them off and put on slippers. I rushed down to breakfast, in a mess, my hair randomly sticking out at odd angles, only to find a loud chattering student body. As I entered the Great Hall, a hush falls over the crowd, and I could feel every eye glued to me as I walked towards Ron and Ginny. "Hey, you guys, what's up?" I asked them. They only stared at me with incredulous looked glued on their faces. "Ah, excellent, the posts here." I say as an owl swoops down and drops a letter to me. I grab it, and rip the thick parchment open. It contained 7 pieces of paper, and you. The first 6 sheets I recognized, how could I not. I had spent hours pouring my heart and soul into them. Somebody had copied my diary and distributed them around Hogwarts. I felt my stomach curl into a ball as I opened the last piece of parchment. There was a series of pictures drawn in red ink on it (almost like the funnies), which moved, it showed Harry and I. That would have been fine, but it was what the pictures were doing. It showed me slapping Harry, him shouting at me, and then running off into Christie's arms. Below, it said, "This is you're future, only a better version." I was appalled, not only because of the letter, but also because I can't believe that a Ravenclaw could come up with such a stupid threat. I mean, honestly. Ron and Ginny were looking at me, staring like two dumbfounded fools. "So, where's Harry?" I asked, shocking them with my even tone of voice.
"I don't know, mate." Replied Ron, "haven't seen him since last night." Ginny just shrugged her shoulders. I got up, and briskly walked out of the double doors and onto the grounds. Because it was Saturday, I was going to have time to spend all bloody day looking for Harry. When the clock chimed 9 o'clock, I had one last place to check, the Room of Requirement. I paced the bit of wall, thinking, "I need to find Harry, tell me where he is." A door appeared and I checked both ways before opening it.
A cheerful fire crackled merrily before a red velvet love seat. There was a cup of hot tea, and a package of chocolate frogs lying on a coffee table with an envelope. "Not another bloody "threat"" I thought. I opened it, and a single piece of bottle green paper fluttered out. A small box was sketched in the center of it, and there were people moving about in it. Harry was tied to a table with a gag stuffed into his mouth, and getting his legs waxed. I winced, owww, I knew how that felt. Words wrote themselves onto the page. They were a bit better this time, kudos to Christie! It said, "If you want Harry safe, give him up." Christie needs to get a person to write her threats for her, I mean, honestly!
Naturally, my first thought was, go to Dumbledore, I mean, Harry had been abducted by vicious enemies who want to harm him with girly torture devices. But then, I remembered, this is a girl we're dealing with. Girls don't play fair, we play dirty.
I just got back from the Room of Requirement, and am eating the Chocolate Frogs as I write this. I'm not sure what I should do, I mean, how can I beat Christie?? More later.
Love,
Hermione Granger
The MIA Potter's Girl
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Harry's POV
I have been on the other side. I now know how girls "beatify" themselves, and mate, it's ugly. As a Prisoner of War, the war of Harry Potter to be precise, I have been plucked, prodded, poked, and plumped within a centimeter of my life. I was having an on morning. I woke up feeling GREAT! Super energized and ready to tell Mione how much she means to me. I went to the lavatory to take a shower, and was ambushed. As I was taking off my boxers, I was stunned, and the next thing I remember is waking up to 10 very excited females. All of which were wearing too much makeup, and not enough clothing. Most guys in my position would love it, and I did, for a bit, until they started on me.
In the beginning, it was scary. I had makeup put on me, my eyebrows plucked, and my fingernails painted. That's bad enough, but then they started on the waxing. I never knew what girls went through to get their legs and backs soft and silky. Owwwwww, it still hurts a bit if I move to the left. So now I look like a pop star in drag, and I am not the least bit happy. I can't believe that Christie would do this to me. Such a loverly girl, not! I'm currently tied to a chair in a room I didn't even know existed. Damn, Ravenclaw's are smart. Just like Salazar, not in the scary sense, Rowena created a room for her descendants. It's called Raven's Heart, and that's where I am. Maybe someone will come get me soon, I sure hope so, my back's tingling where they waxed it. Must itch!
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