Okay, so here is the last chapter of Volume Two.

Volume Three is where I personally think the writing/story/characters get better.

I will wrap up every loose end, I promise.

Also, each volume is a different story, okay?

So if you want to read more, go find Volume Three.



Harry was determined to ask Myrtle anyways, and I had agreed that I would ask since he wasn't going to let it go, but on the way to Professor Binns class, Lockhart was tricked by Harry and Ron, and left us instead of escorting us the rest of the way. Then we ran into McGonagall.

"Langston! Potter! Weasley! What are you doing?" She asked us.

"We were—we were—we were going to go see—" Ron stammered.

"Hermione." I said.

Professor McGonagall, Ron, and Harry all looked at me.

"We haven't seen her in ages, and we were going to sneak into the Hospital Wing just because we wanted to tell her that the mandrakes were almost ready…that everything was going to be okay. I miss her so much." I said sadly.

I thought she might explode, but she spoke in a strange croaky way.

"Of course. Of course, I realize that this has all been hardest on the friends of those who have been…I quite understand. I'll tell Professor Binns where you three are. Tell Madam Pomfrey that I have given you my permission." McGonagall said, and to my surprise, there was a tear in her eye.

We started to walk away, and I could hear Professor McGonagall blow her nose as we turned the corner.

"That was bloody brilliant." Ron told me.

I smiled, but now we had no choice but to go to the Hospital Wing, but I couldn't do it. Ron noticed the look on my face when Madam Pomfrey told us that there was no point in talking to a petrified person, but he smiled at me and took my hand, leading me to the bed. I smiled back and held his hand as we sat next to her bed.

"I wonder if she did see the attacker." Ron said looking at Hermione's face sadly. "Because if he sneaked up on them all, we'll never know."

I nodded, but noticed a piece of paper clutched in Hermione's hand. I let go of Ron's hand, and took it out and read it.

"What is it?" Harry and Ron asked.

I smiled brightly and looked up at them.

"It all makes perfect sense now! The beast in the Chamber is a Basilisk. It's the King of Serpents, which is why Harry can hear it and we can't, because he's a Parseltongue. Its murderous glare instantly kills those who see it, and its fangs are poisonous. Spiders flee before it, which is why the spiders were acting weird and moving in strange patterns, and flees only from the crying of the rooster which is fatal to it, which is why Hagrid's were found strangled." I said.

I handed Harry and Ron the paper.

"But why hasn't anyone died?" Ron asked.

"Because Colin saw it through his camera, Justin saw it through Nearly Headless Nick, but even though Nick got the full blast of it, he can't die again, and Hermione and the Ravenclaw girl, Penelope Clearwater Lee said, had the mirror. And you mentioned water when Mrs. Norris was petrified. She had to have seen its reflection." I said happily.

"You know, you and Hermione are just too smart for your own good." Ron smiled.

"Well, I have a little more to say. My mother sent me stuff on the Chamber of Secrets and I've been reading it, but I hadn't gotten to the Basilisk part yet, though I do know a little more about the Chamber itself. It has pipes throughout it which is obvious because of how it's been getting around, but the Basilisk is huge, so the chamber is going to be humongous, like a lower level of the school. And that leads us to Moaning Myrtle. We have to ask her how she died, because if it's using the plumbing, and used the plumbing 50 years ago, then the Chamber has to be in the bathroom! Moaning Myrtle's bathroom!" I told them.

Harry and Ron smiled at me, and to my surprise hugged me as well.

"Plus, the heir of Slytherin is a Parseltongue, which means that certain people that we have been suspecting cannot be the heir." I added.

Ron smiled. "So go on and say I told you so. You were right about Malfoy and about Hagrid."

"I would never." I said.

Ron and Harry smiled.

"Without you and Hermione we'd be lost." Harry said.

I blushed.

"Anything else you want to tell us?" Ron asked.

I nodded. "Yes. If you want to hear me out, I believe that Riddle opened the Chamber 50 years ago."

"But he had Muggle parents." Harry protested.

"I don't care if he was in a Muggle orphanage, because he had the most motive. He was complaining about how he didn't want the school shut down, and then he ratted on Hagrid, who was innocent, and then the killings suddenly stopped. Weird don't you think? Because if Hagrid wasn't the true heir, which we now know, then the true heir stopped because he had the most to lose. Ever thought about that?" I asked.

Harry and Ron shook their heads.

"Lana, why didn't you tell us about all of this?" Ron asked.

"Because I didn't want you two to worry, and the things that I've been reading are long and tedious, and boring, and I've fallen asleep reading them twice, except during class which is why I haven't been getting in trouble for not paying attention." I told them.

"I wish Dumbledore was my uncle." Ron said.

I smiled, and then Harry stood up.

"We have to tell Professor McGonagall all of this." Harry told us.

I nodded, and the three of us ran down to the teacher's lounge, but then we heard McGonagall's voice suddenly magnified.

"All students please return to their House dormitories at once. All teachers return to the staff room. Immediately please." She said.

"Not another attack?" Harry asked, looking at us now. "Not now?"

"What will we do?" Ron asked aghast. "Go back to the dormitory?"

I shook my head. "No."

I glanced around and saw an ugly wardrobe with teacher's robes.

"Let's hide in here and hear what they have to say." I suggested.

As we hid, we heard the teachers come in, and McGonagall's voice was sad.

"It's happened. A student has been taken by the creature into the Chamber itself." McGonagall said.

There were various reactions from the teachers and then Snape spoke.

"How can we be sure?" He asked.

"The Heir of Slytherin has left another message beneath the last one. It said, 'Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever.'" McGonagall told him.

"Who is it?" Madam Hooch asked. "Which student?"

"Ginny Weasley." McGonagall said.

Ron slid down to the floor of the wardrobe, and I sat down too, reached out, and took his hand. I couldn't see his face, but I reached out and stroked his hair. I would have hugged him, but Harry was between us.

"We shall have to send all of the students home tomorrow." Professor McGonagall said. "This is the end of Hogwarts. Dumbledore always said…"

But she didn't get to finish, because Lockhart came in.

"Sorry, dozed off." He said.

"Just the man we were looking for. Your hour has come." Snape told him.

"What?" Lockhart asked.

"Haven't you been saying that you know where the Chamber is and what's inside it?" Professor Sprout asked.

"Well…you may have…misunderstood…" Lockhart said slowly.

"We'll leave it to you then Lockhart." Professor McGonagall said. "Tonight would be a great time to do it. We'll make sure everyone is out of your way so that you can tackle the monster on your own. Free rein at last."

"V-very w-well." Lockhart said. "I'll just—I'll just be in my classroom…getting ready."

I could hear Lockhart leaving the room, and then McGonagall said, "Right" very sarcastically.

"Well that gets him out from under our feet." McGonagall told the other teachers. "Heads of House go and tell the students what has happened, and tell them that Hogwarts Express will be there in the morning for them. Make sure that no students have left their dormitories." She added.

No doubt that she added that because she knew that Harry, Ron and I would have left. So once the teachers left, we hurried to the Commons, and after McGonagall told everyone what had happened, Fred, George, Ron, Harry and I were sitting in a corner of the Common Room.

Well actually, I was sitting between Fred and George at that moment, both of them resting their heads on my shoulders. Percy wasn't there because he had sent an Owl to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and then shut himself up in his Dormitory. Then near sunset, Fred and George got up and went to bed, not able to sit any longer. Ron and Harry took their places, sitting next to me, and I took Ron's hand, knowing that he was sad and terrified.

"She knew something." Ron said. "That's why she was taken. It had nothing to do with whatever stupid thing Percy was talking about. She'd found something out about the Chamber of Secrets. She was a pureblood. There can't be any other reason."

I nodded, knowing that smiling in this situation would be wrong, and I couldn't anyways. I had just spent one of the last hours comforting Chelsea, who had been bawling almost as much as she had when we had heard that our father was dead. Then she had gone up before Fred and George, not able to stand people coming up to her and telling her that they were sorry and that everything was going to be all right. She didn't want me to follow though, so I had stayed in the same spot. I just wished that I could do something. Anything.

"Do you guys think there's any chance at all she's not—you know—" Ron said.

I nodded. "Why would he kill her? I mean he can't without looking at her. And even if the Heir of Slytherin ordered him to…why? It has to be a trap of some kind…she can't be dead…I just won't believe it."

And for the first time, I cried. I was having a horrible time. First my father died, then Hermione is petrified, and then Ginny is kidnapped. I felt Ron wrap his arms around me, and Harry did as well. They kissed my head, and I smiled slightly.

"Goodness gracious, boys." I said softly.

They smiled and then Ron came to a realization.

"If Lockhart's going to go to the Chamber, shouldn't we tell him what we know?" Ron asked.

I stood up slowly.

"Lockhart doesn't know what he's talking about." I told him. "Didn't you hear Professor McGonagall's voice? None of the teachers believe him, which is why they're going along with McGonagall's plan. But, if he is going to try and possibly be valiant, though I think he's running, I'll grab my books on the Chamber that I've been trying to get through, and we'll go. Give me a moment."

I ran up and got my books, and met Harry and Ron by the portrait. When we got to Lockhart's classroom, I was right. The office had been stripped, and he was putting things in suitcases.

"Oh—Miss Langston—Mr. Potter—Mr. Weasley—I'm rather busy at the moment." He said slowly.

"We have information that we think will help you in the Chamber." I said quickly.

"It's not terribly—I mean—oh, all right." He said.

"Are you going somewhere?" Harry asked as he let us into the room.

"Er, well, yes. Urgent business—unavoidable—got to go." He stammered.

"What about my sister?" Ron asked jerkily.

"A horrible tragedy." Lockhart said, avoiding our eyes the whole time. "I'm terribly sorry. No one regrets more than I—"

"You're the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher! You can't leave with all of this Dark stuff going on here!" Harry shouted.

"Well I must say—when I got the job—nothing in the description—I didn't expect—" Lockhart stammered.

"So you're running away?" Harry asked in disbelief. "After what you did in your books?"

"Books can be misleading." Lockhart said delicately.

"You wrote them!" Harry shouted.

"My dear boy." Lockhart was frowning at Harry now. "My books wouldn't have sold nearly as well if people hadn't thought that I'd did them. And those people who did do these things, would just not look good on the cover…I mean, come on—"

"You just took credit from all of those people who worked hard to do what they did! You're a fake!" I cried.

"Lana, Lana, it's not that simple. There was work involved. I had to track these people down and ask them exactly what they did. I had to use a memory charm on them so that they didn't remember that they did it, and then there are all the photos and signings. It's hard work you know." Lockhart said.

"You disgust me." I said simply. "Those people worked hard and all you did was use a memory charm and sit back and bask in a lie."

Lockhart laughed. "You have spunk."

Then he shut and locked his suitcase.

"Yes, that's almost everything. Just one more." Lockhart said.

Lockhart pulled out his wand and pointed it at us.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you guys leave now that you know the truth. I can't let you go blabbing my secret. I'd never sell another book." Lockhart said.

Harry and I reached into our robes and pulled out our wands, but Harry was filled with more rage than I was, and acted first.

"Expelliarmus!" He cried.

Lockhart was blasted backward falling over his trunk. His wand went flying, and Ron caught it and threw it out of the open window. Lucky it was open huh?

"What do you want me to do?" Lockhart asked us. "I don't know where the Chamber is. There's nothing I can do."

"Well lucky for you, I know where it is, well the general area, and I know what's in it. You just have to come with us." I told him.

We marched Lockhart out of his office and into Myrtle's bathroom. Harry was the one in control, with the wand pointed at Lockhart the whole time, and Lockhart entered the bathroom first. Myrtle smiled at Harry and stood up.

"Oh Harry, it's you. What do you want this time?" She asked.

"To ask you how you died." Harry told her.

She looked so flattered. Maybe I should have just asked in the first place…silly me.

"I died in this very stall. Well, I had come in this bathroom because Olive Hornby had been teasing me about my glasses, so I had come inside to cry. I locked myself in this stall and cried. But then I heard a noise outside, and a weird language, and I thought it was a boy that had come in. So I was going to go out and tell him to go away. So I unlocked the door and opened it, and then I…died." She said.

"How?" Harry asked.

"Well I don't know. I just remember seeing a huge pair of yellow eyes. Then my body seized up and I kind of floated away. But I came back, determined to haunt Olive Hornby you see. Boy was she sorry that she had ever made fun of my glasses." Myrtle said happily.

"Where did you see the eyes?" I asked slowly.

"Somewhere there." She said, pointing to the large sink.

I walked over to it.

"Myrtle, has any of these faucets never worked?" I asked.

She nodded and pointed to the one I was standing next to. I stroked the faucet slightly, and then looked at the silver serpent that was on the neck of it. I beamed.

"Harry, say something in Parseltongue." I said.

"Open up." He said.

Ron shook his head when Harry looked back at him.

"That was English. Try again." Ron told him.

Harry tried again, and this time, the sound that escaped him was a low hiss. Ron and I jumped a bit, but it was awesome. The sink started to open up, and a huge tunnel appeared.

"That Basilisk is huge." I said slowly.

"I'm going in." Harry said simply.

"I'm coming too." Ron agreed.

"And me." I told them.

"Well, you guys don't need me. I'll just leave." Lockhart said, but Harry pointed his wand at him.

"You're going down first." Harry said.

"Now, now, what good will it do?" Lockhart asked.

Harry jabbed him in the back with his wand, and Lockhart put his legs in the tube. Lockhart tried to say something else, but Ron pushed him down, and then Harry slid down after him quickly.

"You don't have to do this." Ron told me.

I smiled. "I can't let you two do this on your own."

Before Ron could protest, I slid down the pipe, and then Ron came quickly behind me. The pipe was nasty and slimy, and very dark. I landed on a damp, stone floor, and stood up quickly and wiped my hands on my robes. This was gross.

"We must be miles under the school." Harry said.

"I'm going to guess under the lake." Ron said, looking up at the walls.

I nodded. "It's nice and slimy and damp."

I pulled out my wand and said, "Lumos!"

My wand lit the way, and I stayed away from Lockhart, and close to Ron, and then Ron stepped on a rat's skull and I jumped slightly, but Ron took my hand and we continued along the tunnel. Then Harry lit his wand, and we saw a large curved thing on the floor in front of us.

"Maybe it's sleeping." Ron said.

Very slowly we walked over to the large thing, but it was just the skin of the monster. It might have just been the skin, but it was very long, and thick. This Basilisk was huge. Lockhart dropped to his knees, Ron tried to make him stand up, but he knocked Ron down and grabbed his wand from him. We were the only ones who knew that Ron's wand was not to be used. It was dangerous.

"The adventure ends here boys!" Lockhart said.

"Why does this keep happening? I know it's not the time or the place, but first Aragog and now you. I'm a girl." I told him.

"Well, either way, I'll take a bit of the skin back up to the school and tell them how I was too late to save the girl, and that you three tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body—say good-bye to your memories!" Lockhart said.

He pointed Ron's Spellotaped wand at us and shouted, "Obliviate!"

Ron's wand exploded with the force of a small bomb, and Harry was thrown one way, and Ron and I were thrown the other way with Lockhart, and then the rocks came down, and blocked us off from each other. Ron and I stood up and ran to the rock wall, but it was no use. We could not get to Harry this way.

"Lana? Ron? Are you two all right?" Harry called to us through the rock.

"We're fine, Harry!" I called back.

"And Lockhart?" Harry asked.

"The git's not. He got blasted by the wand." Ron said.

Ron kicked Lockhart in the shin, and he said, "Ow!"

"What's now, we can't get through." Ron said. "It'll take ages."

Ron kicked Lockhart again, lightly mind you, and then Harry spoke up.

"You guys just wait there, and I'll go on. If I'm not back in an hour…" Harry paused.

"Don't be silly Harry, you'll be back." I said.

"But if I'm not…" He repeated.

"We'll try and shift some of the rock. So you can get back through when you come back. And, Harry—" Ron said.

"See you two in a bit." Harry told us.

Ron started to shift the rocks, and I helped him. We had been at it for a while, when we had to stop for a break. I saw my books, which had gone flying too, and I picked them up. One was the book on Riddle, and I carelessly opened it, up to the exact page that I needed. After about five minutes, I gasped, and Ron looked up at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

"Harry is about to face Voldemort himself." I said.

Ron shuddered at the name, and then shook his head.

"But he can't." Ron said.

"He can. His name is Tom Marvolo Riddle! Do you know what that turns into?" I asked him.

Ron shook his head. I handed him the book and pointed to the name.

"If you rearrange the letters, it reads, 'I am Lord Voldemort'." I told him. "Harry is about to face him again. Don't you see? Riddle is the direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and he was using his diary to finish what he had started. The only question is how did he get the diary into the hands of someone at school, and how did he come out of the diary, or get a student to do what he wanted them to through it?"

Ron was terrified. We had let Harry go to face Voldemort. We quickly started to move the rocks again, determined to make sure that Harry could get back. Little did we know that while we were moving the rocks, Harry was talking face to face with Tom Riddle, and Ginny was on the verge of death.

But before it was too late, Fawkes came in. He was carrying the Sorting Hat, and I told him that Harry had gone on in, and Fawkes went after him through the hole that we had created. Needless to say, Fawkes was much smaller than Ron or me. We had to rest several times, but then when we were finished moving them, Harry came back with Ginny.

Ron hugged her fiercely, and I smiled and hugged her when Ron was done.

"How'd you get a sword?" Ron asked Harry.

"I'll explain later." Harry said. "Where's Lockhart?"

"He's back in the tunnel. He's lost his memory." Ron replied.

"Well hello. Odd sort of place. You live here?" Lockhart asked when he saw us.

"No." Ron said.

"Now sit down and be quiet please." I said sweetly.

I smiled, and Lockhart did as he was told.

"Now stand on one foot, and rub your belly with one hand, and pat your head with the other." I told Lockhart.

He did as he was told, and I laughed.

"She's loving this." Ron said. "Been using it to her advantage for a while now. He shuts up every time she tells him too. Though I think it's her smile."

I blushed. "I must admit that this is wonderful. You can stop now." I told Lockhart.

I smiled, and he did. He sat back down.

Harry laughed. "Well at least one of us had fun."

I stopped smiling. "I can't believe that you faced Voldemort and beat him once again." I told Harry.

Ron and Ginny shuddered at the mention of his name but Harry was confused.

"How did you know?" He asked.

I showed him the book. "I figured it out. It says here that his name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I rearranged the letters. Then I read on and it talked about how he became the Dark Lord. It is actually quite fascinating, but I'm sure that neither my mother nor Dumbledore wanted me to have this. In fact, my mother didn't even send it to me…I wonder who did. But that's not important." I shook my head. "Let's get back to the school."

"And how do you suppose we do that?" Ron asked.

I looked at Fawkes, and the others, except Harry.

"But he's just a bird. He can't pull us all the way up there." Ron said.

"He's a Phoenix, Ron." I explained. "He's strong enough, trust me."

As Fawkes flew us up through the tunnel, Lockhart kept saying how he thought it was magic, and then we were back up in Myrtle's bathroom. I was holding Ginny's hand, determined to make sure that she was okay, and Ron was close to us. Then Myrtle told Harry that he could have shared her toilet with her if he had died.

"I think Myrtle fancies you." Ron told him. "You have competition Ginny."

We continued to follow Fawkes into McGonagall's office. Mrs. Weasley rushed to Ginny and hugged her to him, and I took one look at Dumbledore and ran to him, hugging him, not wanting to let go, and he didn't make me.

"You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"I think we'd all like to know that." Professor McGonagall said.

"Well we couldn't have done it without Hermione's note and Lana's brilliance." Harry said.

And then, for nearly a quarter of an hour, Harry spoke about the Basilisk and following the spiders, and about Myrtle's death and the entrance in the bathroom.

"Very well, so you found the entrance, after breaking a hundred school rules into pieces along the way, I might add, but how did you manage to get out alive?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Then Harry spoke for a little bit longer, but didn't mention the diary or Ginny. Dumbledore knew though, and told us that Tom Riddle went through many dark transformations to become the Dark Lord, and that he had used the diary to enchant Ginny. Then Mrs. Weasley asked Ginny why she had written in the diary, and Dumbledore had had Ginny and her mother go up to the Hospital Wing, and Mr. Weasley followed them up, after we were told that Madam Pomfrey was waking up those that were petrified now.

"So Hermione will be all right?" Ron and I asked Dumbledore.

He nodded, and then sent Professor McGonagall out. Surely we weren't going to be punished.

"I remember telling you that if you broke any more rules I would have you expelled." He told us.

I let go of my uncle, and Ron opened his mouth in horror.

"Which goes to show that some of the best of us must eat our words. I think I should give the three of you Awards for Services to the School, and award you with points for Gryffindor. 100 each for Lana and Ron, and 200 for Harry, for actually facing the Dark Lord...again I might add."

We smiled, and then he asked Lockhart why he was being so quiet.

"Actually Uncle Albus, there was an…accident." I said slowly.

"He tried to use a Memory Charm on us, but was using my broken wand, and it back fired, and it erased his memory." Ron said.

"Dear me. Impaled upon your own sword, Gilderoy!" Dumbledore said.

"Sword?" Lockhart said dimly. "Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though." He looked at Harry. "He'll lend you one."

I nodded. "He got it out of the Sorting Hat, didn't he?" I asked Dumbledore.

"Lana, Ron, could you take Professor Lockhart here up to the infirmary? I would like to have a word with Harry." Dumbledore told us.

I nodded. "Sure, Uncle Albus."

Ron and I left McGonagall's office, and led Lockhart up to the infirmary. Then as we were walking down the stairs from it, we walked to the Commons and sat there.

"So that was an adventure." Ron said.

I nodded. "Yes, yes it was. I wonder what Dumbledore's talking to Harry about. Probably his encounter with Riddle in more detail."

"Well, thank you, for everything." Ron said.

I smiled. "Thank you for everything."

I kissed his forehead, and went up to my Dorm to change. The feast tonight would be wonderful.


When I came out though, I saw Ron sitting in my chair, and I sat on the couch, reading the book on Tom Riddle that someone had sent me. I was reading intently when Harry came in and stood in front of me.

"Hello, Harry." Ron said happily.

"Hi." I mumbled, still reading.

"I found out who Dobby's master was." Harry said simply.

I closed my book slowly, and looked up at him and smiled.

"Really? And who would that be?" I asked.

"The Malfoys. He serves the Malfoys." Harry said.

"Well that makes sense now!" Ron told him. "How he tried to kill you and all...but he tried to save you…dunno…makes sense is all."

"Yes, but now I know where Lana was last Christmas." Harry told me.

"She was at her aunt's." Ron said.

"Yeah Harry…we've gone through this before…" I began.

"No, she was at the Malfoys." Harry told him.

Ron looked hurt, and so did Harry. They both sat down on either side of me, blocking any means of escape. I sighed.

"Is he right?" Ron asked.

I nodded.

"Why didn't you tell us? What happened to being completely honest?" Harry asked.

"It never came up!" I said, more forcefully than I had hoped. "Yes I went to Draco's house, but only for a week, and then I was with my parents as planned. He gave me a locket that Christmas, and a bracelet this Christmas. I've seen him in the corridors a few times after hours, but really, that's it. We're not a couple or anything. I mean, I'm 12, I'm too young for that, and you two make me feel safe, and I love you guys. You're the best friends that a girl could have. I'm so sorry that I haven't been honest about what happened in the past…but I'm being completely honest with you. Now please, trust me. I will be there for you two through anything, and I will always be on your side, unless I think you're wrong, but I will always go on these little adventures with you two too. I love you too much to let you go get yourselves killed."

They smiled and hugged me, and then we headed to the feast.


The feast had been a lot more wonderful then any in the past. We were all in our pajamas, and then Hermione came running in saying, "You solved it! You solved it!"

"We couldn't have done it without you." I told her.

"We couldn't have done it without you two." Ron said, and Harry nodded in agreement.

Hagrid came back, and the 400 points that Harry, Ron and I had gotten for our services had secured the House Cup for the 2nd year in a row, and then Professor McGonagall came and told us all that exams had been cancelled, and this annoyed only Hermione and me. Then Dumbledore announced that Lockhart would no longer be our teacher, as he had to get his memory back.

"Shame, he was starting to grow on me." Ron said helping himself to a jelly doughnut, and I laughed and he smiled warmly at me.


The rest of the final term passed by so quickly that it felt that it had just been yesterday that we had found Ginny and Harry had stopped Riddle. Now I was getting ready to go home, and actually, I was ready to go home. I had enough happen to me that I needed to rest at home for a summer.

And then something really funny happened, and Ginny told us about how Penelope Clearwater was Percy's girlfriend, and she had walked in on them kissing in a classroom. Then Fred looked as if his birthday had come early, and George sniggered and promised not to tease him, but we all knew better than that. I had choked on the chocolate frog I was eating, but I quickly recovered.

"Well, I hope you all have a great summer." I told them.

I had hugged them all, including Oliver, and then it had been just Harry, Ron, Hermione, and me, in a compartment on the train. We had neared the station, and Harry turned to us all.

"This is called a telephone number. I told your father how to use the telephone last summer. Ask him. I know Hermione knows how, but Lana, do you know how to use it?" Harry asked me.

I laughed. "That's all we used in the states. I'll call, I promise."

Harry smiled. "Good, because I can't stand another two months with no one to talk to but the Dursleys."

"But won't your aunt and uncle be proud?" Hermione asked. "When they hear what you did this year?"

"Proud, are you crazy? All those times I could've killed myself and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious…" Harry said.

We all got off of the train, and walked through the gateway to the Muggle world. I met up with Scott and Chelsea, and we saw our mother talking to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. We ran to our mother, looking forward to this next summer.

Note: Volume Three will be up as its own story very soon. =)