Notes: ::sigh:: I've come to the realization that I can't write the entire story in chatrooms. There may be some chapters later and some at the very end that are actually storyish because, obviously, they don't have computers at Hogwarts. Also, these first chapters take place the summer after book 4.
Special thanks to Krissy and Julianna Edwards for checking my story apparently every couple hours and reviewing more then once!!! (PS-Julianna, despite the American bashing that may or may not come up later in the story, I AM American)
Ooh, special warning. This chapter has very little to no humor in it. Let's bow our heads in memory of Cedric Diggory (Did I spell that right?) who died in 'Goblet of Fire'

Warning: Ack!! I give up! If you people are still looking for warnings, let me know! I'm not posting them anymore!!!
Disclaimer: Same here! Y'all should know by now that I don't own anything Harry Potter or AOHell! No fanfic writer does!

**BrokenDragon85 signs on**
AOL: WELCOME
AOL: YOU'VE GOT MAIL
**BrokenDragon85 enters "StukInHell"**
BrokenDragon85: Hey, Boi.
BoiWunder15: Hullo.
::Silence. Annoying crickets chrip for about 1 minute::
BrokenDragon85: Did I do something wrong?
BoiWunder15: Huh? No, of course not.
BrokenDragon85: Then what's wrong? You're bloody quiet tonight.
BoiWunder15: Just thinking.
BrokenDragon85: Bout what?
BoiWunder15: Stuff.
BrokenDragon85: Stuff? What kind of stuff?
BoiWunder15: Black, locked closets, things that go bump in the night. Not knowing where the next attack
BoiWunder15: is coming from in the dark.
BrokenDragon85: STOP THAT!! You're mean git, you know that?
BoiWunder15: ::smirks:: of course.
BrokenDragon85: ::smirks back:: Hmm. Let's see. . . eenie, meenie, minie, mo. Shithead.
BoiWunder15: What the hell? What were you choosing?
BrokenDragon85: A name off my list of insults to call you.
BoiWunder15: Prick.
BrokenDragon85: Congratulations, Boi. You've successfully changed the subject.
BoiWunder15: Hmm. I did, didn't I?
::More silence::
BrokenDragon85: Whatcha thinkin' about?
BoiWunder15: Stuff.
BrokenDragon85: Okay, no more of this bloody 'stuff' bullshit. What the hell is wrong?
BoiWunder15: If you must know, I was thinking about a friend of mine. He died last term, in an accident at school.
BrokenDragon85: Oh. Um, maybe, I should leave you to your contemplations then.
BoiWunder15: No, it's okay. ::sighs:: I really don't want to be alone now anyway. Even if my sole comfort is just
BoiWunder15: my cousin's broken computer that I managed to rewire.
BrokenDragon85: ::huffs:: so I'm just a computer?
BoiWunder15: ::laughs lightly:: No. But you got to admit, we're kinda sad. Waiting up all night just to talk to someone
BoiWunder15: on a chunk of plastic and metal.
BrokenDragon85: ::softly:: No, not sad. Just isolated.
BoiWunder15: yeah.
::More silence, just less uncomfortable this time around::
BrokenDragon85: So were you close?
BoiWunder15: Huh?
BrokenDragon85: To the friend that died? Were you close to them?
BoiWunder15: kinda, we were in different school factions though.
BrokenDragon85: I see.
BoiWunder15: Can we stay online as long as possible?
BrokenDragon85: Why?
BoiWunder15: The reason I was even thinking about my friend tonight is because of the dreams that haunt me when I sleep.
BrokenDragon85: ::laughs bitterly:: You could do what i do and just become an insomniac.
BoiWunder15: ::smiles:: yeah, that might work. And the question of the night is: Which is worse, the darkness or the
BoiWunder15: nightmares that fill it?