Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all sitting by the edge of the lake one evening, relaxing after another tough day of magical study. It was November, but weather wasn't powerful enough to get passed Dumbledore's new super duper anti-everything-entering wards, and Ginny and Hermione were attempting to get rid of their nasty, pale English skin tones. Ron couldn't help sneaking peeks at Hermione's lithe form—when had she gotten all those curves, and when had her hair smoothed out and—wait. That's not right. Wrong storyline.
"Where's Harry, Ron? I haven't seen him since last night when he took me in the broom closet," asked Ginny, Ron's possibly promiscuous, possibly possessed, possibly pro-Slytherin little sister. My, that's a lot of P's.
"I don't know," Ron said, as he shoved precisely thirty-seven Cauldron Cakes in his mouth all at once. "He ran out of Divination this morning clutching his forehead and screaming 'no, no, Voldemort! Don't kill Sirius!'" Five more Cakes. "I think he had gas."
Ginny nodded her head and continued to soak up the intense rays, no matter that it was six at night and the sun should have been long gone.
So they sat there.
"Hey, do you hear something?"
They sat some more.
Suddenly, from out of the clear blue sky, a very distinct black speck appeared over the horizon.
Ginny shielded her eyes from the glaring evening sun and used her amazing Seeker skills to see what the dot was. "I have no idea what that is. What about you, Hermione?"
"That's a black spot in the sky. Duh, Ginevra."
Ginny stuck out her tongue at the know-it-all and turned to Ron. "What do you think it is, Ron?"
"I think this is a dirt-flavored bean, but it could be chocolate I suppose. Not that I care. It's still food, right? Gobble, gobble."
The fiery redhead (read stubborn mule) ripped the box of beans from her brother's hands and forcibly turned his head towards the growing black smudge in the sky. "What is that?" she asked again through clenched teeth.
Ron shrugged. "It's a bird."
"It's too big to be a bird."
"It could be a really big bird"
"But it's not."
"How do you know?"
"I just do."
"Oh, well with logic like that… It's an aeroplane then. Merlin, Ginny. Why are you so worked up about an aeroplane?"
Hermione sniffed. Can anyone say Hogwarts, a History? "Do you even know what an aeroplane is, Ronald?"
They continued to rest on their posteriors.
The black smudge was now a definite black thing. It passed Dumbledore's super duper wards without a hitch.
Ron squinted his eyes. Suddenly his mouth dropped open and his finger was in the air. "It's Harry! It's Harry! My famous savior friend! Yay!"
And Harry landed on the grass in front of them even though they were lounging in front of the lake and that would logically put Harry in at least a few inches—excuse me, centimeters—of water. He stood with his hands on his hips and a breeze blowing through his hair. His new, mysterious cape fluttered in the same breeze.
"I just saved Sirius from certain death and battled fifty-eight Death Eaters single-handedly and killed Voldemort for good by blowing him a kiss and impossibly saved the day again!"
"Huh," said Hermione eloquently. She looked at her watch—which would not leave a tanline because it's magic, hello—and said, "We should get in for dinner."
"Oh, food, yay! Roast beef and taters and puddings, oh my! Gobble gobble!"
So the four young witches and wizards went inside for dinner.
A/N: This is in response to Kristy Thomas' random phrase challenge. Her phrases are random and my chapters will accordingly match. It's all in good fun, so just sit back and relax.