The Day of Insanity

The Day of Insanity

By: Kinoryo

Nobody knows exactly why it happened. Perhaps it was the depletion of the O-Zone layer surrounding the Earth. Perhaps it was the knowledge of the upcoming doom about to befall the school, due to an attack from the Dark Lord. Or maybe it was just really, really hot outside. Whatever the reason, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry went insane.

_-_

Ginny Weasley rolled over, her sheets sticking to her, causing her to groan in disgust. She threw the sheets off her. It was boiling hot up in their dormitory! She got out of bed, the heat causing her to get a little dizzy. It was April of her fifth year and already it was surprisingly like summer already. Only it was much hotter than she'd ever felt before.

She made her way to the shower. She turned the faucet and hot water poured out of the showerhead. She got in and immediately jumped out again. It was scalding. She frantically turned the knob to the right. She got in and jumped out again. It was still too hot. She sighed and decided to put a cleaning charm on herself and got dressed.

She was on her way to the great hall when she saw Ron just ahead of her. He was walking backwards. She sped to catch up to him.

"Ron! What are you doing?"

He gave her a puzzled look and then replied.

"Thaw od uoy neam, Airotciv?"

Ginny stopped. He kept walking. Just then Harry came by. He was down on all fours, bounding toward the Great Hall, his tongue sticking out of his mouth.

"Harry! What's gotten into the two of you?"

Harry cocked his head to one side before charging at her. He tackled her and knocked her down on her back, hard. He placed both hands on her shoulders and proceeded to lick her face repeatedly.

"HARRY, GET OFF! THIS IS A COMPLETE INTRUSION OF MY PERSONAL SPACE!!!" she yelled.

"Harry, bad boy, get down off her!"

Harry winced and crawled off of Ginny, panting like a puppy. Ginny looked up as Hermione towered over her. She held out a hand and helped Ginny to her feet.

"Sorry about that, he got off his leash," Hermione said and proceeded to clasp the end of a leash to the hole in the collar of Harry's shirt.

"Come on, boy, let's go get breakfast," said Hermione to the dog that was Harry.

Ginny stared after them and ran inside the Great Hall in their wake.

The tables in the Great Hall were gone and all of the members of the school were on their feet. An occasional beach ball would sail by her head as she tried to find a teacher.

"Professor McGonagal!" she shouted. She finally found the teacher that she was looking for but immediately wished she hadn't. Snape was sitting on a large beach ball and sitting on his lap was Professor McGonagal. The two of them were snogging passionately.

"Gahhhhh!" Ginny screamed and threw her hands up over her eyes to shield herself. She turned and bumped into Draco Malfoy. He was wearing a pink apron and carrying a tray of cookies. On impact he accidentally dropped the tray.

"I'm sorry," she started saying but he interrupted.

"Oh, no, it's quite all right. It is a pity that they're soiled now. You would have liked them: they were ever so delectable," he said, shaking his platinum blond head. Ginny backed away from him slowly.

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?!?!" she yelled. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up into the wizened old face of the Headmaster. Never had she been more relieved to see someone in her life. She was so happy that she gave him a hug.

"Professor, I'm so glad to see-" she started but he put up a hand to silence her. He took out his wand and conjured a large stool out of thin air. He stood upon it and cleared his throat. Immediately the noisy crowd fell silent.

"I have grim news," the Headmaster said, "Ginny Weasley died this morning."

There was a collective gasp from the crowd and many members burst into tears. Ginny's mouth fell open.

"No I'm not!" she yelled, but the Dumbledore continued.

"We shall dedicate this day to her memory. I've asked her brother Fred to give her eulogy."

Just then a boy with bright red hair shot forward. It was Fred. He stood atop the stool and cleared his throat dramatically.

"There are so many things I'd like to say about Ginny Weasley, but I can't find the words so instead I'll do an interpretive dance to convey the way I feel about her and her life."

Fred leapt from the stool and began an odd dance. The crowd parted. Each face was glum as they watched silently the disturbing spectacle before them.

Ginny ran over to George, who was crying on Draco Malfoy's shoulder (who was patting George supportively on the head).

"George, I'm not dead, tell them I'm not dead!" she said. George looked up at her and blinked through the tears.

"What are you talking about, Victoria?"

She blinked, taken aback.

"What? I'm Ginny. Ginny, your sister!"

Draco scowled at her.

"Victoria, you shouldn't be so mean to someone who's in mourning," he scolded as George began to wail louder.

"I'M NOT VICTORIA!!!"

"Vicky, hush, I'm watching Fred's dance," Hermione scolded. Ginny closed her eyes, threw out her arms and screamed. She screamed so loud and hard that her voice broke.

_-_ While all this is going on...-_-

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood around the unconscious form of Ginny Weasley. They were at St. Mungos.

Harry put a comforting hand on Ron's shoulder.

"She might get better, mate," he said. Ron sniffed and wiped away a tear. Hermione took his hand.

"We should leave."

"How did all this happen anyway?" Harry asked her as they were leaving. Hermione grew grim.

"She walked in on Professors McGonagal and Snape... um, you know... and she covered her eyes and ran away and fell down a flight of stairs."

"Well, at least she's in a peaceful place at the moment," Harry said.

"Yeah," Ron agreed, "Thank God."