((OKAY NOW I FEEL LEFT OUT.

...lololol /stalks))

(lolz)

and okay. We know bios and we know the school. Now.. 6th year Potter fine with you? or younger 5th year potter?

Omg, I don't want Snape being a pedophile xD.

Buuut, fifth years sounds interesting.... *Omg pressure* 

...Snape's already pedo <3

((Do it. SEE WHERE THAT FREAKING GETS YOU.

...NOOOOOO ;W;))

((I thought so.

Okay you start.)) 

((alright then.. Guess it'll be teh beginning of teh year..))

Harry strode into the Great Hall. He looekd around for his friends, Ron and Hermione. He sighed as he looekd around and saw they weren't there yet. He pushed his glasses up and turned on his heal to go find Ron, at least. He waked over to the Griffindor common room and saw Ron comign down the stairs. A smile cracking on Harry's face.

"I see your mum sent you something warm for this winter, Ron.."

"Shut your mouth Harry... I don't know why she sends me this.. But I don't have a choice. She is my mum.."

They two boys walked out and met up with Hermione as they walked down the stairs to get to the Great Hall once again. They exchanged hellos and opened the doors to the Great Hall once again. Each one walked in one after the other and sat down at the Griffindor table. As usual, they all sat next to one another.

"So 'Mione.. Did you pack your classes like you did last year?"

"I believe I did.. But I can't know until i get my classes.."

"Well I better not get Snape as a Professor again.. That man is torture.."

Harry and Hermione brst into a fit of giggles.

Severus felt the stares and glares of the children around him as he strode up to the Professor's table. Yes, most of the students hated him. But then again, he hated them all. Idiot children who look and act like their parents; pathetic. He took his seat, taking a minute to glare at all of the students from his position.

"Lighten up, Severus." Moody hissed from his side. Severus growled a response. "Quiet, I hate them all." 

Harry felt a sudden chill when Serverus had passed on his way to the Professors Table. He glared at him from his seat in the Great Hall. His gaze was on him and how he hated that man. He was torture in a single human. He just had a way of pushing Harry in teh wrong way. Hermione placed her hand on Harry's shoulder. 

"Harry... Calm down.. it's not like he's directing anything at you.."

"Im with Harry.. That man is.." Ron dropped his voice to a whisper. "You know.. a bit of a rude man with a cold heart.."

Harry smiled with Ron's comment and he dropped his voice. "Come on Hermione. You know this better than any of us.. He takes points from Gryfindor just to torture our house... You know this.. He's been doing it for 4 years and now we are going to be going into a 5th  year of this.."

Moody sighed. "Damnit, Severus, you're a member of the Order. You're here to protect the students. Hating them will do you no good."

"What is your point?" Severus sneered, his black eyes moving to glare at him as well, before turning back to the children.

((We should ttly skip. And we should give them the room with all the windows from Prizoner of Azkaban.)) 

(alright then)

Harry walked into the Potions room. He sat in the middle but closer to the front than many. Ron adn Hermione took seats right next to him. Harry looked on and heard many footsteps coming down the hall. Slytherin House. Another Hogwarts house they had to share a potions class with. Among them was Draco Malfoy. How in the world would Harry and his friends get through the fifth year with this risch boy in their class.

Draco sat diagonally backwards from Harry and his friends. He was the one who was constantly getting on Harry's nerves and insulting the gang of kids. Malfoy was already busy pushing Harry the wrong way with the talk of 'he who must not be named' and his parents and such things like that. "Looks like Potter's here again.. How fun.. Another year with me Potter." He took his seat.

Harry growled to himself and looked down at the desk, his fists clenched. "This is dumb.. He's.... mmh.." Harry mummbled to hismelf and Ron and Hermione only looked at him in confusion.

Severus stalked into the room, every window blind dropping down to darken it. He spun on his heel to glare at the children. "Unfortunately, thanks to a pair of redheaded delinquents, the dungeons have been flooded. Deal with it. Everyone take out your textbooks and turn to page thee hundred seventy eight."

((It was hard not to put "three hundred and ninety four")) 

((haha. XD I remember that. XD))

Harry looked at Ron and sighed. He turned back to his book and opened it to the page that Serverus had spoken about. He held the book in his hands and looked at the page. He left it on the desk and he thought about how in the world the twins managed to flood the dungeons at all. He lowered his voice. "Ron.. How do your brothers even come up with this stuff?"

Ron lowered his voice to Harry's. "I don't really know.. I mean.. They are never up to any good.. That's why they can do all this.." he sighed as he opened his book. He was being plastered with his brother's mischeivious name.

Harry looked at the potion and realised this was one he couldn't possibly make. "Looks like I'm going to get detentions.. I can't possibly make this.."

"Looks like Potters giving up already! What a 'chosen one' he is." Malfoy snickered and began to gather what they needed to create the potion. Each time he passed Harry, he woudl glare or snicker about what he was doing.

"Malfoy! I swear I'll hurt you if you snicker one more time!" Harry lost it. His tempter flew and he slammed his hands down on the desk, knocking his started potion over. "Bloody Hell!" he sat back down and sighed. he picked up the potion container and started a brand new potion. He looked down at teh mess he made. This probably wasn't goign to end well.

Hermione had started her potion as well as helped Ron create his. At least help ron start the potion when Harry suddenly slammed his hands on the desk and sat back down, fuming. "Harry..." She looked at him then at ron, a concerned look on her face. He's never really done that before.