It started a normal day for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All was quiet outdoors as animals nested in for winter. Students were taking appropriate courses for their career in the wizarding world. The Gryffindor trio (Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley) were on their way to Potions Class. Taught by the (in Harry's mind) evil, dreaded, hateful and hated, Professor Snape. Meanwhile, they were dodging around a corridor full of Fred and George Weasley's pranks.


Fred and George Weasley can be very funny a lot of the time. But sometimes, like in this situation, they are very annoying. And have gone too far this time. I mean really, is it seriously completely necessary to full and entire corridor with annoying pranks just to tick off responsible kids trying to make their way to Potions Class.


Merlin's beard! Why won't those inconsiderate idiots stop filling entire corridors with unnecessary and useless pranks. Fred and George Weasley are the most inconsiderate, irresponsible, unknowledgeable, non-liked, idiots I have ever had the misfortune to meet.


Wow. Hermione sure is mighty pretty when she is angry. The way her eyebrows scrunch together. And her hand fists up. While the other hand digs its nails into the binding of her knowledgeable books. Yes sir. That doll will be all mines one day, all for me, only me and no one else, no not Harry too.


Ron's face perked up bright and his ears turned bright red at this thought, so there he went, and skipped off to Potions, over the trip wires. Through the dung bombs and slim buckets.

"What is with Ron? He is never happy to be at Potions." Hermione asked dodging a firecracker.

"I don't know. But I sure am not happy about Potions today." Harry retorted then fell on a trip line.

Hermione giggled out an, "Why not?"

"Rumor is we have a surprise Exam today. And we are already late on top of that."

"Well, yes of course…depressing." Hermione suppressed a smile.

Harry knew she was and silently in his head, counted 1…2…3…And she was off, racing down the corridor, whooping, laughing, and smiling like mad women gone insane.

"Good Afternoon class… (Harry walks in)OH, looks like we have yet another latecomer. They just on coming in here don't them, Mr. Malfoy. But Mr. Famous here isn't as joyful as the other two." Harry thought Snape had just slapped him in the face.

"I am sorry Sir, the corridor has been…"

"Stop it now or detention for a week, Potter. No excuses in my classroom." Snape spat the words to him and held a hand to Harry's buts. "Take your seat Potter. Sorry of the interruption class. As I was saying, if you crush snake fangs and add the powder to your…" BOOOM

The door swung open like a bomb explosion, followed by the intrusion of Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall storming in. Who quickly understood the rudeness of their barging in by the look in Snape's scowling face.

"I am sorry for the intrusion, Professor, but the reasoning of my appearance is very very meaningful and important." Spoke Dumbledore.