Harry Potter and The Year That Voldemort Didn't Do Anything

Okay this is going to be the untold tale of the year Voldemort didn't do anything. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this.......

btw, credit goes to J.K.Rowling

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Chapter 1

It begins....

"Harry!" Hermione cried, running toward him. "Guess what?"
"What?" Harry asked, trying to stuff his wand back in his pants.
"I got full marks on the Charms test!" she answered, obviously very happy about it.
"Like that's much of a surprise," Ron mumbled, looking down into his bag to try to find a quill.
"Ron!" Hermione said.
"What?" he said in an innocent voice. Hermione just glared at him. All of the sudden Peeves dropped a water balloon on her head, causing her to shriek in surprise and her hair to frizz even more. Ron couldn't hide his laughter, and so Hermione smacked him in the back of the head.
"Hey, we should go back to the Common Room," Harry said, and started toward the staircase. Ron followed, ignoring a glowering Hermione.

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"FlutterBee," Harry said when he reached the Fat Lady.
"That's what they do," the Fat Lady said, and swung open to let the three in. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all climbed through the hole in the wall, into the common room.
"Crookshanks!" Hermione complained. She grabbed the hat that had been attended for the house elves off of his head and stalked to her dorm room.
"Wonder why she's being all moody?" Ron asked Harry, kicking Crookshanks out of the way.
"I dunno," said Harry, and got out his Divination homework. "Just like I dunno why that old bat is giving us these tables to do every month."
"Yeah, that is a mystery...." Harry and Ron finished their tables at the same time, two hours later. They did what they always did - made stuff up. What'sHerFace always lapped it up, as long as it predicted their deaths at least four times a week. Then they went to bed; Ron, dreaming about finding Scabbers/Peter again and bravely handing him over to the dementors; Harry, dreaming of a large Quidditch match where he couldn't find his pants until he saw them fluttering in the breeze, hanging from the tallest goal post.
Hermione, however, stayed up. She wasn't studying, not exactly. She was planning......Planning for revenge.

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