Disclaimer and such:

Tavia and Vickie don't own Harry Potter or its characters but they do own this plot for this story...and we don't really have author's notes besides the ones we write each other at the bottom of the page, lol. Enjoy and review.

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"Hey, Ron," Harry turned to his cauldron partner, with whom he was to be making the Draught of the Living Dead in Potions.

"Yeah?"

"Have you noticed anything, well, odd about Snape lately?"

"What d'you mean?"

"Well, today for instance...he's walked past Neville and Hermione's cauldron without criticizing their work at least ten times."

"Maybe he's having a good day or something."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Ron changed his mind, "What d'you think's gotten into him?"

"I dunno..." As Harry watched Snape, the potions master quietly went behind his desk and pulled out a small black book and a quill and started writing something.

"Now what's he up to?"

"Huh?" Ron looked up from the cauldron.

"Looks like a diary," Harry speculated.

"How do you know?"

"Well, the cover said "The Diary of Severus Snape.""

"What d'you reckon?" Ron had a glint of adventure in his eyes, "Should we nick it after class? To see what he's up to?"

"Hmm."

"Aw, c'mon, Harry," Ron pleaded," It's been forever since the last time we've done something stupid that could get us in trouble."

Harry smiled; he had the hankering for some danger, too.

"Alright, after the bell rings we'll go up to Snape's desk and you'll cover me while I get it out...looks like he's put it in one of his desk drawers."

Ron winked, "Good thing, too. I was beginning to think our sixth year was going to be boring." About twenty minutes later the bell signaling the start of midday break sounded and Harry and Ron packed up their potions things and innocently and inconspicuously approached Snape's desk at the front of the room.

"Check that the coast's clear," Harry whispered to Ron as they got closer to the desk.

"Snape's in his office...we're okay," Ron replied.

"What're you two up to?" Hermione had an accusing tone in her voice.

"Hush up, Hermione. Harry and I are up to something."

Hermione shook her head and sighed, "Boys."

Harry gently pulled open the top drawer of Snape's desk and immediately found what he was looking for.

"Got it," he said, and the three of them left the room, with Hermione wearing a facial expression reminiscent of Professor McGonagall's when someone was caught doing something bad in one of her classes.

"Oh, don't give us that look, Hermione," Ron told her, annoyed, "Harry and I just want to know what's been keeping Snape in such a good mood lately."

"What're you talking about?"

"Well," Harry interrupted, "he's definitely been a lot more quiet during his classes this year...especially to Neville whenever you're around."

"What do you mean?" Hermione was confused.

"We don't know yet - that's why we stole Snape's diary."

"But what if he notices it's gone? You and Ron could get into a lot of trouble, you know."

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*That's all I've got for now...it's kinda lame lol...I'll ttyl, Tavia!*