Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

trying to harm Hogwarts castle and its students.
I wasn't trying to harm Hogwarts or the students.
Obviously you were or the Room of Requirement wouldn't have brought you here
Shut up
I have not said a word.
Shut up
I have not said a word.
Fine, be that way. Harry grabbed the parchment and crumpled it up into a ball, which he promptly
threw against the ground, where it smoothed it self out and just lay there. Harry looked at it for a
second, and thought that he may need to get some sleep if he was arguing with a piece of parchment.
Ginny, Ron, and Hermione stepped out of the fireplace one by one, all of them looking around. Ginny
immediately turned to the mantel piece, "alright Ron, do your stuff,"
Ron hissed and snarled, trying his best to make the same sound as he had nearly a year before. He tried
for nearly half an hour, but to no avail. Finally he dropped into a seat at the dining room table, "this is
hopeless," he said, "I was lucky to remember how Harry opened the locket, I just can't do it now."
"Fine, then we'll have to learn how to speak parcel tongue," said Ginny, not willing to give up.
"How?" asked Ron
"How else?" said Hermione, "books. There has to be some book out there that translates Parcel Tongue,
and if not I'm sure there's somebody out there who knows it."
"And how do you propose we find them?" asked Ron, very tired and a bit horse from all the hissing he
had been doing.
Hermione sighed, "We'll ask Kreacher to help," she said, not entirely enthusiastic about it, but it was
the fastest way.
"Kreacher!!" yelled Ginny.
"Yes mistress," said the elf as he popped into existence just in front of Ginny.
"We need either a book that can teach us parcel tongue or somebody who can speak it," Ginny said.
"Mistress wants to speak the language of the dark lord?" asked Kreacher, his eyes getting even wider
than Ginny thought possible.
"Yes Kreacher," said Ginny, "we think Harry is behind the fireplace and we think the only way to get in
is to speak parcel tongue."
Kreacher suddenly got very nervous and started reaching for a knife that had been sitting on the table.
Hermione quickly reached out and grabbed Kreacher's arm, "Kreacher, I forbid you from hurting
yourself," this at least loosened the grip that Kreacher had on the knife, "now, would you please tell us
what you know."
"Kreacher doesn't know anything mistress," said Kreacher.
"We know you know something," wheezed Ron, "you were about to stab yourself, if that's not a sure
sign that a house elf knows something then nothing is."
Kreacher struggled for a few more minutes, all of which Ginny, Ron and Hermione spent staring him