Before I get to this chapter of the story, I have something I need to stick here:

NEWayz, back to your regulary scheduled Fanfic: The Fic that won't die, aka CHATROOM ANONYMITY

WARNING: OOC ahead. Can't help it, sorry. I hate bastardizing bad ass (aka cute) people, like Draco! Sorry! Also, there is slash. Actually, merely remniscing (did I spell that right?) about online sessions and various shounen-ai bits.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the oh so gorgeous (Sorry, I've got a passion for silver white hair) Draco and other peeps and places in Harry Potter's world. This is simply to appease the people at places like WB and so they don't take the HP fandom away from us.
Now, officially on to the story:

     For some reason, the start of the year feast was less pleasent then usual for Harry. It probably had something to do with the speech Dumbledore said. It contained the usual, you know, stay out of the forbidden forest,stay in your dorms at night. Then he talked about Cedric. As if last year's end of the year wasn't enough to give Harry enough guilt for 3 lifetimes.
     "Please," Dumbledore said. "Even if it is during the day, do not go wandering around alone. Always stay in pairs or more. The last thing we want is for something to happen to one of the students. Remember last year for those of you who were here."      Once the speech and feast were over, Harry headed straight away to the Gryffindor dorm. The speech had managed to subdue most of the students, and the usual chaos of the halls was seriously lacking. Harry was glad when he got to the Gryffindor Tower and learned the new password from this year's prefect. 'Snape sux' This earned a small laugh from him and he said thanks to the twins, who were 7th years and probably had a hand in the making of the new password.
     Once inside, he didn't hang around, and instead, went straight up to the 5th year males dorm. Nobody was up there yet, they were probably all still downstairs still, greeting each other after a summer away. Harry's trunk was at the foot of one of the beds, so Harry walked over and opened it up.
     After about 3 minutes of digging, he was triumphant, and held up his prize. A packet of white paper, covered in printer ink. He pulled back the curtains of his bed, intending to read them and wallow in self-pity. Instead, a small card lay on his bed. It was blank on one side and had only one word on the other, written in silver ink. Hullo. Harry peered at it, wondering how and when someone managed to put it on his bunk. And why did it only have one word?
     As Harry stared at it, attempting to decipher the code to the Universe by glaring at it (1), more words appeared. Are you there? Heeellllloooo? Harry yelped and dropped the card. His last experience with paper that wrote for itself was Tom Riddle's diary, in his second year. And that hadn't been a very pleasent experience.
     He continued to glare at it, giving it the glare of death (2), and trying to decide whether or not to answer. After a while, he decided, 'Ah, what the hell. I've got nothing better to do,' and got out his quill and emerald ink. A few moments later the card wrote You are there, right? I'm not just writing to myself
     I'm here, Harry wrote, and watched as the words seemingly sunk into the card itself.
     Hello!! The reply was swift and Harry wondered who the person was. He told the card so.
     Who are you? You are a current Hogwarts student, aren't you?
     You sound suspicious. Of course I am. How else would the card have ended up on your bed?
     That's what I'm wondering
     Well, I am. So stop worrying. And before you even ask, I'm not telling you who I am. So there!
     Umm, yeah, okay. So I won't ask that. But I do have another question.
     And that is?
     Why me?
     Does the sun need a reason to shine?
     Yes. It's a great big burning ball of various gases that are highly flamable and flame is a chemical reaction that just happenes to give out light. Good enough?
     You know, you're just to pessimistic for your own good. You sound just like Drac Malfoy.
     Well, at least it's good to know this isn't Malfoy.
     Why? Would you be upset if it was?
     No, just majorly creeped out that Malfoy referred to himself in the third person.
     I see. Well, I'm just a watcher from afar, who decided they wanted to be friends with the Golden Boy of Hogwarts.
     So that's why you want to be my friend. Harry sneered at the card bitterly.
     No, I wanted to be your friend because on the train and at the feast you seemed really upset. And from what I've seen of you from previous years, frown just don't become you.
     Ahh, so you want to be my fashion consultant, telling me which emotions suit my face?
     Something like that, yes.
     Harry laughed. Suddenly, this year was looking a little bit brighter.

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End notes: I'm sorry! I couldn't give up on the chatroom/anonymous participants idea! So here's the Hogwarts version. A brownie point to those of you who figured out who Silver Ink was!

(1)-My friend constantly glares at her computer like this. I tell her she can figure out the secrets of the universe if she stared just a little longer and a little harder.
(2)-I coulndn't help but stick a Gundam Wing reference in there. It's my favorite anime. For those of you who don't know, the Glare of Death(tm) or Glare of Doom(tm) is the otaku name for Heero Yui's glare.