Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Book 1

Chapter Three: Messing with Snape

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, nor do I make any money from this.

OOOOOO

At five to three Harry, Ron, and Ruthian left the castle and made their way across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door. When Harry knocked they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks. The Hagrid’s voice rang out, saying, “Back, Fang...back.” Hagrid’s big, hairy face appeared in the crack as he pulled the door open. “Hang on,” he said. “Back, Fang.” He let them in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound.

There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling; a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it. “Make yerselves at home,” said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly not as fierce as he looked.

“Well, Fang’s sure a friendly dog.” Ruthian laughed.

“This is Ron and Ruthian,” Harry told Hagrid, who was pouring boiling water into a large teapot and rutting rocklike cakes onto a plate.

“Another Weasley, eh?” said Hagrid, glancing at Ron’s freckles. “I spent half me life chasin’ yer twin brothers and Alexis away from the forest.”

The rock cakes were shapeless lumps with raisins that almost broke their teeth, but the three first years pretended to be enjoying them as they told Hagrid all about their first lessons. Fang rested his head on Harry’s knee and drooled all over his robes.

They were delighted to hear Hagrid call Filch “that old git.” He also commented, “An’ as fer that cat, Mrs. Norris, I’d like ter introduce her to Fang sometime. D’yer know, every time I go up ter the school, she follows me everywhere? Can’t get rid of her... Filch puts her up to it.”

Ruthian told Hagrid about Snape’s lesson and the prank she had be roped into.

Hagrid shook his head and let out a deep laugh. “That sounds like somethin’ those three would do. Jist don’t let them rub off on yeh too much. Yeh’ll get into a lot of trouble hangin’ out with them.”

“But where’s the fun in life if there’s no trouble?” The elf laughed.

Ron sighed, “You’re already starting to sound like Alexis.”

It was while they were discussing this that Harry noticed a piece of paper that was lying on the table under the tea cozy. It was a cutting from the Daily Prophet:

"GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July,
widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.
Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken.
The vault that was searched hand in fact been emptied the same day.
“But we’re not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses
out if you know what’s good for you,” said a Gringotts spokesgoblin
this afternoon."*

Harry remembered Ron telling him that someone had tried to rob Gringotts, but he hadn’t mentioned the date. “Hagrid!” said Harry, “that Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday! It might’ve been happening while we were there!”

There was no doubt about it; Hagrid defiantly didn’t meet his eyes. He grunted and offered him another rock cake. Harry read the story again. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. Hagrid had emptied vault seven hundred and thirteen, if you could call it emptying, taking out that grubby little package. Had that been what the thieves were looking for?

As Harry, Ron, and Ruthian started walking back from Hagrid’s a few hours before dinner started, he discussed the matter with them. “I wonder what was in that vault that someone wanted to steal.” he whispered.

“Probably something important, I heard Dumbledore trust Hagrid more than he trust almost all of the teachers, with the exception of Professor McGonagall.” Ruthian whispered back.

“Now remember Longbottom, you have to hang onto that branch for at least an hour to hang out with us.” Said a voice not too far away. “Hey! Wait up Ruthian!” It was Alexis’s voice. She came running from a tree where a boy was hang onto a limb.

The three stopped and Ruthian laughed. “You guys aren’t really going to let him hangout with you if he holds on for an hour, are you?”

The Weasley twins and Alexis exchanged looks, then burst out laughing. “Are you kidding?”

“Of course not!” George finished his brother’s sentence.

“Besides,” Alexis started, “He won’t be able to; we bewitched the tree. Fifty-five minutes from now, Mr. Longbottom will fall, and we won’t have to hang out with him.” Alexis noticed that Ron was glaring at her. “What is it Ronny-Poo?”

“Can I have it back now!?! You said if I opened that bag and distracted Snape you’d give it back!”

“You’re right! I did say that, and I am a woman of my word! I put it in your room.” She answered with a wave of the hand.

“However,” Fred began.

“Me and Fred never said we wouldn’t-” George supplied.

“Take it back.” Both twins laughed as Ron gasped at him.

“But, but, but…Myou got detention for two weeks because of that!”

“Wait, who’s Myou?” Alexis asked, putting a finger to her chin. “And why did she get detention and not you.”

“Oh, Myou’s a friend of mine,” Ruthian cut in, “she told Snape she switched Ron’s bag and it was her doing so she got in trouble instead.”

“Wait a second…” Alexis suddenly cut in, noticing Harry’s scar for the first time. “you’re Harry Potter?” She then squealed hoping form one foot to the next eagerly.

Harry blushed. ‘Not this again; why is everyone obsessed with me?’ He thought before relying “Yeah I’m Harry Potter.” He answered.

Alexis squealed again as a huge smile spread across her face. “You mean your father was the James Potter!?”

Harry, a little started, gave her a confused look. “Um…yeah that was my dad.”

The girl started to shake Harry’s hand profusely. “Oh my God! I’m such a fan of your dad’s work and-”

“What?” Harry gave a confused grunt, “I don’t understand…?”

“Alexis we’ve got to go…remember that…thing?” Fred said, pulling her away from Harry.

Her eyes sparkled. “Oh yeah! We’re not too late, are we?” She said in a low and mischievous voice.

“Not yet,”

“But soon,”

“We better hurry then,” Alexis turned to Ruthian, “Bye, see you later!”

“Wait! What are you three planning this time? Anything I should know about?” Ruthian asked, grabbing Alexis’s arm to stop her from leaving.

The other girl smirked. “Well, we have to make sure we get to the food first! You see, we picked Professor Snape’s name out of our prank hat-”

“Course, it was the only name in the hat,” Fred cut in.

Alexis nodded. “That’s not important. What is important is that none of you miss dinner tonight, cause it’s going to be a real show.”

It was at this exact moment that Ruthian realized she would hate to be on the wrong side of one of Alexis’s pranks. If looks could kill, she would have to guess that Snape had been death several times over and right now was one of those times.

OOOOOO

“Hey! Ami wait up!” Mandy called and ran over to her friend.

The other girl turned towards Mandy, who was walking with a guy with short spiky red hair and bright emerald eyes. “Hey Mandy, who’s your friend?” She asked, looking over the new boy with mild interest. He was obviously older then her, and was in her house to by the looks of it, but she didn’t remember seeing him at the sorting ceremony when all of the Ravenclaws introduced themselves to her.

Mandy blushed and said, “This is my new friend Liam.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’ve been in Japan on an exchange program, and I was supposed to get here about a week ago.” He said, jutting out his hand for her to shake. “Unfortunately, muggle transportation just sucks.”

Ami didn’t take the hand. “I’ll be sure to tell that to my muggle parents.” She brushed past him and walked into the Great Hall. She took her normal seat and began talking to a person across from her.

Liam walked in a few seconds later and sat by her. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” He told her, “What did you say you’re name was?”

Ami glared at him. “I didn’t, now if you don’t mind, I would like to eat my dinner in peace.”

It was that moment that the one and only Severus Snape entered the great hall. Dinner started like it usually did for the professor; he sneered at Quirrell, glared at the Gryffindor table, and gulped down his first cup of Firewhiskey to make the night go a little easier. Tonight, however, from the moment the drink touched his lips, he started to feel strange to say the least.

As the food appeared, he noticed for the first time how good all of the sweets look. He began to grab pumpkin pastries, chocolate frogs, and even some jelly slugs. He immediately began to shove them into his mouth, only stopping to gulp down more Firewhiskey as it appeared in his glass. He then reached for the meat and grabbed gigantic legs of turkey and chickens and viciously tore at them, ripping the meat from the bones, not caring if anything fell from his mouth of not.

He then downed his drink in one gulp, and when the bewitched glass filled again, he poured the alcohol down his throat once more.

“Professor Snape? Is everything ok?”

Snape looked up at McGonagall, then around the Great Hall. Everyone was staring at him and he turned red and shook his head furiously. “Nope, nothing’s wrong, Professor.” He blinked in response at what he had said, appalled at his language. “Um I have to go do this thing with a girl…” He said to excuse himself, once again appalled at what he was saying and how he was saying it. “I say 50 points should go to Gryffindor for the amazing show of enchantments used today in potions class! Congratulations Fred, George, and Alexis!” With that, he gave up talking and immediately ran from the Great Hall and to his private cambers.

Said three Gryffindors burst out laughing then excused themselves, saying they were ‘disturbed beyond reason’ and ‘needed to do homework’ and followed the teacher to his chambers, to which the portrait wasn’t closed.

“What was I thinking! These blankets are plain! Boring! I must change them!” Snape took out his wand and turned the offending blankets neon orange. He unalphabetized his books, splashed bright paint onto the walls, threw his papers all over the floor, ripped up his pillows, knocked over all of the chairs, gave the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws ‘A’s, and failed the Slytherins. At the end of his ‘fit’ he plopped down onto his couch, and began to sing ‘Marry had a Little Lamb’ both incorrectly and out of tune.

“...Hey George, tell me you were recording this!” Fred exclaimed.

George groaned. “No! I didn’t! The best blackmail ever, gone!”

“It’s a good thing I’m smart enough to remember these things!” Alexis held up a muggle video camera. “I got it all right here.”

“What’s that?”

She smirked. “Found it in your dad’s room. Pretty spiffy, isn’t it?”

“We love you!” They each gave her raspberries on the cheeks.

“Ew, get away from me you dirty little boys!”

OOOOOO

Liam sat in the middle of the crowd of his adoring fans the next day, and suddenly found himself missing The Musidora Liberal Arts Institute for Young Witches and Wizards. No one fawned over an artist there. They didn’t need to suck up to him get free paintings, because they could just paint their own. Unfortunately, he was the only Ravenclaw with any artistic talent. Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart people, not artsy people. He just happened to be the one exception. ‘Why can’t I find one person in this house who won’t fawn over me?’ he wondered, feeling very frustrated.

Then he saw her, Ami, she hated him. There’s no way she’d ever fawn over him. He struggled out of the grasps of his fans and ran toward her. “Ami! Wait up!” Liam grabbed her by the wrist before she could run off. “Look, I said I’m sorry about the whole muggle thing! Can’t you just let it slide?”

Ami pulled from his grasp. “You know what? I’ve already seen how rest of the house already loves you to death! I think you’re just mad because I refuse to bow down and worship you.”

“Oh come on! I don’t care if they like me. The only reason they talk to me is because I’m an artist and they think by sucking up to me, I won’t charge them for my work. But you don’t even care, get it? I want you to be my friend because you don’t want to be my friend.”

Ami almost laughed, but held it back. “I don’t like people who think muggles are inferior. And you obviously think just that.”

“You think that just because of that crack I made?”

“That ‘crack’ hurt my feelings, you dolt. I do come from a muggle family and all.”

Liam sighed. “I’m sorry, again. And once more, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“It doesn’t matter if you didn’t mean to you still did it. Don’t you think about what you say before you speak?”

“Are you crazy? I never think before I say anything. Where would the fun be in that?”

“That’s what I’m talking about! Oh my god, never mind, just go away.” With that said she turned from the infuriating boy and ran back to the Ravenclaw Commonroom.

“Boy, you sure can’t handle girls.” Myou said from her spot, spying on the two.

Liam squinted his eyes. She looked just like Ami, except with long hair. “And you are?” He asked slowly, noticing for the first time her Slytherin robes. He had a bad feeling about this girl in front of him.

“I’m her sister. Myou’s my name. And yours?” She held out her hand, which he graciously took.

“Liam. Your sister’s an interesting one, you know that?” He gave a chuckle as he stared off into the direction where the older Belfair went off.

“Well, want to know how to get her to be your friend?” Myou asked, her eyes glistening with the same look Alexis got whenever she was about to pull a prank, or come up with a brilliant master plan. Needless to say, the look made the Ravenclaw shiver rather nervously.

OOOOOO

“Draky!” Maye called out as she noticed Draco Malfoy walking down the hall with two of his friends. “Wait up!” She smiled as they stopped and ran to catch up to them. “Want to help me find the Great Hall?”

Crabbe snorted, “You still can’t find your way around? How lame, Hufflepuff.” He said with a laugh. Goyle joined him.

Maye blushed and looked to the floor with tears in her eyes. “Well…I…”

“Knock it off you to!” Draco suddenly growled out, pushing Crabbe against a wall. “Make fun of her again, and you can bet my father will hear about it!”

“Sorry Draco,” The boy stuttered as Draco let go of his robes.

“Come on, Maye, it’s this way.” His cheeks turned pink as Maye gave him a bright smile and he walked with her to the great hall. “Just ignore those two,” He said as they walked together. “they are imbeciles. Complete morons.” He then paused and eyed Maye, “Why do you need to go to the great hall anyway?”

“Oh, I’m meeting a friend there cause we both have a free period.” Maye answered, nonchalantly.

After a few moments they were outside of the great hall and, as they got closer, Draco realized who it was Maye was meeting. “Diggory.” He greeted, trying not to glare at the older boy.

“Malfoy.”

Maye rolled her eyes. “Be nice you two. Draky helped me get here.” She smiled at him. “Do you have a free period right now to?”

“No,” Draco lied. “I have to go.” For some reason, he did not want to hang out with Maye while she was with Cedric. It didn’t feel right to him. “Guess I will see you later.”

After he left, the older Hufflepuff smiled at her. “Well, what do you want to do?” He asked shyly.

“Well, what do you usually do during a free period?” She also asked shyly, looking to her feet.

“Well, I usually study.”

“Studying sounds nice.”

Both Hufflepuffs smiled to each other before making their way to their common room.

OOOOOO

Harry knew that he didn’t like the Slytherins. It wasn’t all of them, just a few in particular. Still, when he saw the notice in the Gryffindor common room saying that flying lessons would be starting on Thursday and that they had the class with Slytherins, Harry couldn’t help but groan. “Typical,” He said to Ruthian and Ron darkly, “Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.” He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.

“You don’t know that you’ll make a fool of yourself.” Ron said.

“Yeah. Malfoy’s always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that’s all talk.”

So, when the time came to take the classes, Harry felt both nervous or excited. At breakfast that morning, the owls came and Harry was depressed to find that he didn’t get anything, but he noted the Neville Longbottom did. The other Gryffindor opened the package to reveal a glass ball the size of a marble.

“It’s a Remembrall.” Neville explain. “Gran knows I’m always forgetting things, so she sends me these so I’ll try and remember.”

Later, when they were all standing in the practice area, the three friends saw Myou and waved at her excitedly.

“Hey guys!” She smiled, walking over to them with Daphne and Blaise at her side. “This is Blaise, and she’s Daphne.”

It was tense for a moment before; finally, Ruthian rolled her eyes and stuck out a hand. “I’m Ruthian. Nice to meet you. This is Ron and Harry.”

The two Slytherin’s looked at each other before each one shook the elf’s hand. “So, have you guys ever flown a broom before?” Blaise asked. The six first years talk for a few moments about their fears and excitements before finally the teacher came over to the group and made them stand in lines; Slytherins on one side, Gryffindors on the other.

“Alright everyone, put your right hand over your broom and say, in a commanding voice, ‘up’.” Madame Hooch said, standing in the middle of the two rows.

Harry did so and was delighted that his broom came up instantly. Ron wasn’t so lucky, and neither was Malfoy, he noticed. The Slytherin had to call three times to get his broom to come to him. Myou, however, called once and the broom instantly came to her, just like with him. She was smiling brightly and Blaise and Daphne were congratulating her.

It wasn’t until they were getting ready to kick off that disaster happened. Because of his nervousness, Neville kicked off to hard and shot into the air. Madame Hooch yelled profusely but it didn’t help that Neville had no idea how to land. After two minutes of flying and turning and twisting, he slammed into the side of the wall and broke his wrist, making Madame Hooch take him to the infirmary, but not before telling them all to keep their feet on the ground or there would be hell to pay.

As soon as they were gone, Draco burst into laughter while reaching down to pick something up. “Did you see his face, the great lump!” He help up Neville’s Remembrall so it could catch light from the sun.

“Give it here, Malfoy,” Harry growled, reaching for it.

Said boy mounted his broom and began to hover above the ground. “I think I’ll put it somewhere that nit is bound to find it. How about up a tree!” He laughed before taking off on his broom. He hadn’t been lying; he was magnificent on his broom.

Harry flushed bright red and grabbed his own broom. Ignoring Hermione telling him not to, and took off at the Slytherin. He got ahead and turned his broom sharply to cut the other boy off. “Give it here, or I’ll knock you off your broom!” he said, smirking at Malfoy’s astounded look.

“Oh yeah? Well catch it if you can then, Potter!” Draco sneered and threw the ball as hard as he could.

Harry gasped and followed the see through ball with his sharp eyes, darting downward after it, gaining speed in a steep dive, racing the ball – wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watched – he stretched out his hand – a foot from the ground as he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight. He landed gently in the grass, the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.

“HARRY POTTER,”

Harry inwardly groaned as his heart sank faster than he had dived. McGonagall was running towards him and he started to tremble.

“Never – in all of my time at Hogwarts –” Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, “– how dare you – might have broken your neck –” The professor grabbed Harry’s arm and whisked him away before anyone could say anything. She led him down the halls, up stairs, through corridors, until finally she stopped at a singular classroom. “Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment?”

Harry gave a confused look as the equally confused boy came out of the classroom.

“Follow me, you two.” She led them up the corridor with Wood casting Harry curious looks. “In here.” After she shut the door, she turned to the two Gryffindors. “Potter, this is Wood. Wood – I found you a Seeker.”

Wood’s expression turned from puzzlement to delight. “Are you series, Professor?”

“Absolutely.” She replied crisply, “The boy is a natural. I’ve never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?”

Harry gave a silent nod, still having no clue what they were talking about, but it didn’t seem that he would be expelled.

“He caught the thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive. Didn’t even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn’t have done it.”

OOOOOO

“Alright everyone sit down and be quiet! We’ve got a great movie tonight!” Alexis ordered everyone in the Gryffindor common room. “You’ll love this, trust me.” She set up the VCR to the muggle tv that she had also pilfered.

“One question!” George began to ask.

“How do you know how to work those muggle things?”

“That’s simple...I’m amazing.”

The movie began before they could further question her. It was funny alright...until Snape finally fell asleep in the girls nightgown he conjured. Ruthian could tell that all the first years would have nightmares for at least a month, including her.

“What is going on in here!?” McGonagall demanded, coming out from her room. “Is that... is that Professor Snape!?”

“Yes!” Said one of the first years.

“No! It’s not! Just some crazy person who thinks he’s Snape, nothing to worry about here Professor!” George said quickly.

The teacher scowled. “Give it here, now you three...15 points from Gryffindor...but 5 points for paying attention in muggle studies, Miss Rayne. Congratulations, I believe you are the first student to successfully work a VCR.”

Alexis smirked at the boys as McGonagall walked away with the tape. “So...guess just how amazing I am.”

“Just how many copies did you make?”

“Enough.”

OOOOOO

“So, you really going to duel Potter?” Myou heard Crabbe ask once they entered the Slytherin common room. She strained her ears and listened to Malfoy brag about how he was going to tell Filch about the Gryffindors being out of bed.

So, that night after Draco had gone to bed, Myou snuck out of the common room and headed down the corridors, running into a few Gryffindors, along the way.

“Ruthian! What are you doing here?” She whispered to her friend.

“Alexis, George, and Fred wanted a midnight snack, so I thought I would tag along.” She shrugged, “What about you?”

“Draco challenged Harry to a duel! But he’s planning on telling Filch.” She whispered back, “I need to find them and warn them.”

“I’m Alexis,” Said the girl with violet eyes which were glowing, “And I have a plan. Are you guys in? It involves a camera and Draco in drag.”

After Alexis told them of her master plan (which was both funny and horrifying) they four friends snuck to the Slytherin common room. “Snakes food,” Myou whispered the password, gaining them access and they snuck into the room Draco was in. Silently, Alexis walked up to him raised her wand to do a spell, but George jumped at her.

“You’ll blow him up!” He whispered before raising his own wand. “Petrificus totalus.” He whispered just as Draco’s eyes snapped open.

“Alright guys,” Alexis said, holding up a frilly dress, “Let’s get started.”

OOOOOO

Maye sniffled and look around her nervously. She had no idea where she was, but it might have been the astronomy tower. “How did I end up here?” She quivered, nervously eyeing the shadows.

“’Ello ickle firstie. Out after hours, are you?”

Maye swung around and saw a ghost. “Can you help me?” She cried out, terrified, “I don’t know where I am. I just want to go to bed.”

“Now hold on, don’t cry ickle firstie. I’m sure I can help you.” Peeves said, a little astounded at the young girl. “Thought you were sneaking around. Didn’t know you were lost.” He paused for a second before introducing himself, “I’m Peeves the Poltergeist.”

“I’m Maye,” The Hufflepuff said with a smile, “Do you know any good stories?”

Peeves gave her a delighted look, “Well, my fair lady, I shall tell you a great story! Come along now, We shall talk and walk.”

Suddenly Peeves caught sight of some students and pushed Maye to hide behind him before giving a squeal of delight.
“Shut up Peeves! Please? You’ll get us thrown out!” Hermione pleaded with the poltergeist.

Peeves cackled. “Wandering around at midnight, ickle firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you’ll get caughty.”

“Not if you don’t give us away, Peeves. Please?” This time is was Ron, who’s face turned red with worry.

“Should I tell Filch? I should,” Said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly. “It’s for your own good, you know.”

“Get out of the way!” Snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves, which was a big mistake.

“STUDENTS OUT OF BED!” The poltergeist yelled as loud as he could.

Ducking under Peeves, they ran as fast as they could, hoping to not get caught. When they ended at a locked door, Hermione did a quick spell and the students all ran in, slamming it shut behind them. They heard footsteps pass them and harry gave a sigh of relief.

“It’s alright. He thinks the door is locked. Neville, what’s wrong?” He growled out the last part, turning to Neville, who had pulling on his sleeve.

They all knew where they were at that moment. It was the forbidden corridor on the third floor, and they all knew why it was forbidden now. They were staring into the eyes of a monstrous dog that filled the whole space ceiling to floor. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellow fangs.

Needless to say, the Gryffindors barreled out of the room as fast as they could and headed back to their common room after making sure to watch out for Filch and Peeves.

OOOOOO

Malfoy couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw that Harry, Ruthian, and Ron were still at Hogwarts the next day, looking tired but perfectly cheerful. He seethed and stormed from the great hall, though he was starving.

“Draco! Draco wait up, what’s wrong?” A girl grabbed his arm.

“What? Oh, it’s you, Maye.” He shrugged out of her grasped. “It’s that Harry Potter. He thinks he’s so cool.”

Maye gave a giggle. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, Peeves almost got them caught by Filch last night.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, I got lost last night, and then Peeves showed up. He started telling me stories and – ”

Draco’s eyes widened and he asked, “Stories? How can you stand him?”

“Oh, well, he’s very nice; you just have to be nice back. Well, I was listening to his stories, and Harry and his three friends came up. The red head tried hitting Peeves, so he yelled for Filch. Then when Filch showed up-”

Once more, Draco interrupted her to ask, “Didn’t you get caught then? Weren’t you still there?”

“Oh, no, Peeves isn’t see-through. He let me hide behind him.”

“Harry, hurry up so we can open it!” They heard a voice whisper.

Malfoy turned and sure enough, it was the boy-who-lived and his pet weasel along with the Ruthian girl they were fond of hanging out with. Draco seized the object in their arms and felt it. “It’s a broom! You’re in for it now; first years aren’t allowed a broomstick.”

“It’s not just any broom! It’s the Nimbus 2000!” Ron jested, “What did you say you’ve got? A comet two-sixty? They look flashy, but they’re not even in the same league as the Nimbus.”

“What would you know about it Weasel? You wouldn’t even be able to afford half the handle-”

“Draky! That’s mean!” Maye exclaimed, once again placing her hand on Draco’s shoulder.

He shrugged it off. “It’s not like I care. I mean it’s just the Weasel.”

She shook her head and held back tears. “I can’t believe it! I thought you were nicer then that!” She then ran away back towards what she thought was the Hufflepuff common room.

“Maye! Wait! You’re going the wrong way!” He yelled, chasing after her.

“Wow, who was that girl?” Ron asked, bursting into laughter.

“I don’t know, but I like her! She’s got him wrapped around her finger!” Ruthian laughed and then turned to Harry. “I can’t believe McGonagall got you a broomstick. First you get to be a Seeker and now this? She must really like you, that’s for sure!”

OOOOOO

Liam caught a glimpse of Ami and ran to catch up with her as she headed down a corridor towards her next class “So... How are you today?” He asked, slightly out of breath.

“Shove it.” She stopped to glare at him and roll her eyes.

“Won’t you even talk to me?” He gave her a pleading look.

She rolled her eyes again and replied “Leave me alone, Liam.”

“But Ami, I really want to be your friend.”

“Well that’s too bad for you, isn’t it.”

“But....Oh! Here, I drew this for you!” Liam pulled out a drawing from his robes. “I spent all night working on it from memory, you know, because you won’t let me talk to you long enough to draw you.”

It was a beautiful sketch, yet Ami was too proud to accept it. “I don’t take bribes.” She said with a sneer, walking away once more.

“Bribe? It’s not a bribe...Ami wait!” Liam chased after the retreating girl.

“Oh, but it is. If I take it, then I have to be your friend. If I don’t take it... then you bug me for life!” She said with an aspirated sigh. “Just leave me alone!”

“Ami, just take it, you don’t have to be my friend.” He shoved the drawing into her hand, and then ran away before she could give it back.

After he was out of Ami’s line of vision, he turned back around to try to catch a small glimpse of her. Of course walking backwards had never been Liam’s best skill, so he immediately ran into another student causing both of them to fall to the floor. “Hey, sorry about that.”

“Damn Liam, I thought we agreed you would never walk backwards again.” Alexis stood and rubbed her head. “Feels like I just got hit by the Knight Bus.”

“Alexis! I...uh...well…I was just... um... it’s a long story. And I have to get to class, so, see you!” He tried to run away, but wasn’t quick enough.

She grabbed his arm. “Oh no you don’t! Spill, I haven’t seen since you left for Japan! How long have you been back?”

“Oh. Um, well...” His eye twitched nervously as he looked downcast.

“That long huh? And just why didn’t you see fit to tell me you were back?”

“I...uh... just...”

“Oh, I get it; it’s a girl isn’t it! You’re avoiding me because you think I’ll be mad that you have a crush!” Her eyes started to twinkle with a mischievous glow.

“I don’t have a crush; she won’t even be my friend.”

“Just like I wouldn’t...remember, we started going out shortly after that.”

“It’s not like that! God, why do you twist everything! She’s just a person who I want to be my friend, nothing more.” He pulled his arm from her grasp. “Now, I have to go.”

Alexis watched him go, and then smirked at the notebook he dropped. “Let’s see...” She flipped through it. The whole thing was filled with drawings of one girl. She looked like Myou, except her hair was shorter and she had Ravenclaw robes on. “So, Myou has a twin and little Liam has a crush on her! This is going to be fun!” She laughed manically to herself before she realized that she was late to class and took off running.

OOOOOO

“Ami, I have terrible news!” Myou said frantically as she ran up to her sister, who was reading.

“What is it?” Ami sighed not looking up from her book to see her twin’s distressed face.

“It’s Halloween! They’ve ruined it!” Myou sighed and sat next to her sister under the tree. “They’ve ruined our birthday!”

Ami raised an eyebrow, “How so?”

“We’re just having a feast! No costumes just a feast! We’ve got to do something to save Halloween! And our birthdays! We always dress up and have a party! This just isn’t fair at all!” Myou said, tears in her eyes as she looked up to the sky.

“And just what are you planning on doing?” Ami asked absentmindedly.

“I need to get Professor Snape to suggest a costume party.”

“Professor Snape?”

“Yes, it has to be him! Because he’s the only one that wouldn’t want a costume party! I already asked him a million times!” Myou explained, looking to her sister for help.

Ami, still not looking up from her book, waved her hand. “Ok, you have fun with that!”

“What?” Myou looked at her twin. “You’re not going to help?”

“Nope, I never liked our costume parties.” She admitted, finally looking to her sister just in time to see Alexis standing behind the younger twin.

“Awww, you’re no fun.” Alexis sang wrapping her arm around Myou. “I think it’s a great idea, Myou.”

“Really? So you’ll help me?”

“Yep! In fact I’ve got the perfect potion for you to use.” She dangled a small vile in front of the girl’s nose.

Myou reached for it, but Alexis pulled it away. “Hey! I thought you said I could use it!” the first years said in a confused voice.

“I did, but I need to make sure you understand something first.” Alexis’ eyes started to gleam.

“What?”

“At some point in time, I don’t know when, maybe not this month, maybe not even this year, I’m going to need your assistance, and you’re going to give it to me.” Her voice was serious and she stared Myou dead in the eyes. “do you understand, firstie?”

Myou sighed, and took the potion from her. “I feel like I’ve made a deal with the devil.”

“That’s what everyone says.” She said with a nonchalant wave of her hand.

“So what does this potion do?”

“It put’s ideas into people’s minds” Alexis smiled. “He’ll keep thinking about throwing a costume party until he either goes mad or throws one.” She then paused to think about it, “Actually, no offense, but I’m hoping on the going mad thing.”

OOOOOO

“Alright everyone! If you would please.” Dumbledore stood from his seat. “I have an announcement to make. For the past week Professor Snape has been insisting that we have a Halloween dance. Now, we reviewed the subject and decided that this would extremely enjoyable for everyone.” He paused as the students cheered. “The night of Halloween, we shall have the dance. It will be a...costume oriented party, so anything is allowed as long as it is non provocative.”

Myou was ecstatic and smiled brightly to her friends.

“What are you going to go as, Myou?” Blaise inquired.

“I have no idea...maybe a dragon! Or...how about a centaur!? No! I’ve got it! A vampire cat!” she exclaimed as the thought struck her before taking a bite out of the juicy steak before her.

He raised a brow. “A vampire cat?” He asked skeptically.

“Yeah, I have one. Her name is Blair, you know, after the Blair Witch Project...Oh, sorry, you wouldn’t understand. It’s a muggle scary movie.” She nodded absently to herself. “This is going to be great, and it’s going to be my birthday! I’m so excited!” She muttered to herself.

“Your birthday!?” Daphne asked, pushing her, “I didn’t know you were older then Blaise and me!”

“You’re older then us?’ Blaise asked, giving a skeptical look. “But you act like your 5!”

Myou growled and punched him gently in the arm. “I turn 12 on the 31st. I’m so excited about this though! I never had friends to help celebrate my birthday with! I can’t wait.”

Liam, who was sitting one table over, overheard the conversation. He stood and made his way over to Ami before sitting next to her. “So, it’s your birthday on Halloween?”

The older Belfair groaned. “What is wrong with you!? Are you mental or something?”

He paused for a second, then decided to change the topic. “So, what are you going as?”

“We’re not friends remember. That means we don’t talk to each other.” She said with a groan, glaring at the boy.

“No it doesn’t.” He said confidently.

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then what does it mean.”

“It means we don’t hang out with each other in social situations.”

Ami thought about it. “True.”

“So, what are you going to dress up as?”

“I’m not going, of course.”

“Why not? It’s Halloween.”

“So? I don’t like Halloween. It’s a ridiculous holiday.” She paused to take a drink then added, “I’m going to celebrate my birthday alone, in my room while listening to some muggle music that I’m sure you wouldn’t like.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because every Halloween people dress up in ridiculous costumes and act like idiots. And you hate muggles if I recall right.”

“A fairy.” The boy said suddenly after studying her for a moment.

She gave him a confused look. “What?”

“You should go as a fairy.”

“Hell no.”

Over at the Gryffindor table, Alexis was beaming with joy at her newly devised plan. “Alright guys I’ve got it! It’s absolutely perfect! There’s never been a costume idea this ingenious in the history of ever!”

“Ok the suspense is killing me.” Fred said eagerly.

“Just tell us.” George added with a roll of his eyes.

“I should will as Fred, and Fred will go as George, and George will go as me!” Alexis said, clapping her hands together.

George gave her a flabbergasted look. “What! I’m not dressing drag! Make Fred!”

“No way am I doing it, if one of us does it should be you.” Fred replied, glaring at his brother.

“You guys calm down. I’ve got already made Polyjuice Potions.”

The twins were quiet. “You’re not turning us into a girl!” They both shouted.

“How about this, we’ll flip a coin. Heads I win, tails you lose?” Her eyes narrowed as she spoke in her soft tones

George looked at her wearily. He was smart enough to be afraid of her and her pranks, even if she was his friend. “Alright then.”

Alexis smiled and pulled out a knuts. “Great here it goes!” She flipped it. “Alright. Tails, you lose!”

George sighed and but his head in his hand, then suddenly exclaimed, “Hey wait a second! You tricked me! No fair!”

She shrugged, turning back to her food, “All’s fair in love and war, and this was war.”

“So, Ruthian. What are you going as?” Ron asked, shoving a Pumpkin Pastry into his mouth.

“An elf.” She answered shortly, reaching for the vegetables.

“And elf? Why?” This time it was Harry who asked.

“Just like them. What about you Ron, what are you going as?”

“Me? I don’t know. Probably either a knight or a frog. You Harry?” Ron asked, shoving another pumpkin pastry into his mouth.

Harry gave a sly look and replied. “A spider.”

“What!?” The red head asked, looking suddenly very frightened.

“Yup. With eight legs and hundreds of eyes and-”

Ron ran away from the Great Hall.

“You’re mean Harry.” Ruthian teased through her laughter.

“He was eating all the Pumpkin Pastries!” The boy-who-live defended himself, reaching for said pastries.

“I said leave me alone Liam!” Ami exclaimed as she walked past the Gryffindors.

“But don’t you want to know what I’m going as?”

“Could I sit here, please?” Ami asked Harry. She sat in Ron’s now empty seat.

“Ami, don’t be like that...I’m not even sure you are allowed to sit at the Gryffindor table!” Liam whined.

“I don’t care! Anything to get away from you.” She growled out, glaring at him.

“So you’re Ami!” Alexis exclaimed. “Hi, I’m Alexis. I’m Liam’s ex girlfriend. You were sitting with your sister outside last week, right?”

Ami shook her hand. “What made you want to go out with that buffoon?” She asked with a roll of the eyes.

“Hey! I’m right here you know!” Liam growled, trying to see if any teachers were coming over to yell at them. He got a bad feeling in his stomach when he looked to Alexis however, and noticed her eyes were glowing.

“Trust me, we know.” She said, staring at him before looking at Ami once more. “Anyway...he wouldn’t leave me alone. Followed me everywhere...gave me drawings of me and everything. It was awfully sweet.”

Ami paled. “I have to go!” She jumped up from the table and ran away.

“Alexis! I told you I just want her to be my friend! Now look what you did!”

“That was payback for first not getting me a souvenir, and second...for not telling me you were back!” She grinned triumphantly while laughing at the distressed look on the Ravenclaws look. “Just remember to not cross me next time, or it will be a lot worse!”

OOOOOO

*Some dialogue taken from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Victoria: Alright my peeps, here is your next chapter. Please R&R&R (Read, review, and rate) and flames are welcome!