Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or other characters and landmarks that you recognize from the books; those are J. K. Rowling's. I took an idea from Diane Duane's Young Wizard series, you'll recognize it if you've read them and if you haven't then you should. Timia is mine, as is the plot.

A/N: Here's another installment. Enjoy.

"Voldemort is trying to destroy the moon."

Harry and Ron looked horrified, but Hermione let out a gasp not related to Timia's announcement. "My wand! It's hot!"

Timia rushed to her side to check the temperature, anxious that things had progressed so far. "Your wand is rowan, the wood of the moon. Everything Voldemort does is reflected in it, and in the actions of other rowan wands- something's happened, something new... We need to get Dumbledore."

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An Outrage of Unknown Proportions

Daily Prophet Press; Rita Skeeter reporting.

The Ministry has no explanation for the wand malfunctions and magic flares that have been taking place across the country and world. Sources in America, Egypt, and Russia all report the same problems that Britain has been faced with, and more. The only connection across the globe seems to be the facts that all wands have been made of rowan, and the worst of the disturbances coincide with the waxing of the moon.

The wood of the rowan is a common protecting device when previously bathed in moonlight. Besides the connection between the increasing numbers of attacks and the moon's growth, the ministry reported that werewolves have been having difficulties with transforming; some that should be blocked by the potion Wolfsbane and others that have not been experienced before.

Professor Ursula Japinet, of the Wizardring Research Institute, in an exclusive interview with the prophet, has found records of similar catastrophe more than 700 years ago. Professor Japinet said, "This was a time of great terror to magic peoples, when their magic was weaker. To perform spells of great impart, many would pool their talent."

The records had little more to say. "It was written that many joined their magic in an attack against the moon. In the weeks leading up to the attack, as they tested the strengths of the moon's defenses, the magic population experienced the same nature of disturbance as we have now." When asked if she had any advice for our readers, the professor suggested, "Stock up on canned goods."

I, for one, am shocked that the Ministry has dared conceal such an obvious danger as the one the professor describes.

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Severus Snape glared at his mirror. While his clothes had been changed, his hair positively glowed. Dumbledore had insisted that there was nothing to be done about the color, the no-hats rule in the Great Hall remained inflexible, and yes, he would have to show up for dinner. Worse, Granger couldn't even be punished for the actions of her wand- Dumbledore was actually going to express his congratulations. Few muggle-born learned to respond to surprise problems with magic; most of them would have dove across the room in an attempt to catch the dratted bottle.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to find some shoes? Or a red rubber nose! That would be just the final touch!"

I should have gotten rid of this mirror ages ago- why have I kept it?

"Come on, you can't wear black today! Go with some color- flaunt it!"

That's why. Ages ago Severus had sworn to himself to forgo the brilliant hues wizards currently donned, and it was only out of spite in regards to the mirror that he had not reengaged. His younger self, aware that his opinion on color might change but still sure that it wouldn't be right, had spelled the mirror to stay, and obliviated himself. With the mirror there, goading him about his color scheme, there was no way that he would go back on his promise.

"Shove it, you worthless wrought-iron piece of junk!"

"Come on, lets all be friends!"

With a last glare at the entirely too spunky looking-glass, Snape stormed out to meet his doom.

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Ginny pulled on Seamus' robe. "Seamus, where's Harry, Ron and Hermione? Have you seen them?"

The Irish wizard didn't hear her, or feel the tug; he was far too involved in speculations as to whether Snape was going to show his face- or rather, hair.

"I bet Dumbledore makes him- it seems like something that he would enjoy."

Dean snorted. "I hope Dumbledore makes him, but he probably would have gotten here already- it's nearly time!

"You never know- what is it, Ginny?"

"I was trying to ask if you had seen Harry, or Ron, or Hermione!" She glared at the both of them. "But you weren't listening!"

Seamus threw an arm around Ginny, grinning. "And we've got Hermione to thank for all of this- bliss, I tell you!" She started to pull away from him and he quickly added, "I haven't seen them since Snape dismissed us all. They were in one corridor or another- probably took Hermione to the Hospital Wing to make sure that nothing was wrong, and to protect her from the wrath of Snape."

Ginny looked up at him with wide, well-lashed eyes. "Thank you so much, Seamus! I don't know what I would do without you around!" She blinked prettily, then added affectionately, "I know! I'd -"

"Hey, lass, are you making fun of me?" Seamus' accent had thickened threefold, and his eyes glinted with humor.

"Why, I'd never think of doing that! In fact, I don't think at all! I have you to do that for me..." She trailed off as she leaned against his chest, trailing a finger along his arm.

He started laughing, a deep, rich laugh that vibrated as he crushed her to him in a gigantic hug. "Seriously, lass, I think that they're fine. We would have heard about it, otherwise."

She looked up at him, entirely serious. "I wouldn't be so sure..."

Any reply was cut off by a wave of laughter radiating out from the main doors. "Look, lass, it's Snape! Look at him!"

Even the Slytherins joined in at the sight of the once-formidable Potions Master. It was impossible for anyone to look to dangerous with brilliant red hair.

Oh, well... Ginny thought, laughing along with them all. Nothing that I can do about them now...

A/N: Everything I write is fluffy. Oh, well, I liked the part about Ginny and Seamus. It's a bit short, but it felt like it should end. And so it did. Please review, it makes me so very happy!

Tah!