-1 The Class

It was nearly Christmas, but, inside Hogwarts, no 5th 6th or 7th year was celebrating. Because it was the time for "the class". yes. That dreaded class all us school goers must take. And yes, the students of Hogwarts had to take it as well.

Dumbledore approached the podium that he usually used for school or life threatening ( or in 3rd year, soul threatening) situations "Attention students." the great hall fell silent " I have a special announcement for 5th years and up," the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th years returned to their breakfast " instead of transfiguration you will have human growth and development."

At these words Hermione looked horrified, everyone started laughing, and Harry proceeded to choke on his breakfast. In fact several Gryffindors squirted pumpkin juice out of their noses, one of whom was Ginny who's pumpkin juice hit Harry in the face.

Moments later they were filling out of the great hall and into transfiguration, or human growth and development. Harry decided to sit behind Hermione in case she fainted.

"Good morning, students." said Professor McGonnagall as they all found their seats. "I shall be teaching human growth and development…who knows why." she added in a soft voice that only the first few rows could hear.

"Oh, I know! I know!" Harry shouted, hand waving in the air.

"What do you know, Mr. Potter?"

"Why you have to teach 'the class'."

"And why is that?"

"Because Dumbledore told you to!"

The whole room started laughing and even Hermione gave a small giggle, though she was still pale from that morning.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Potter." McGonnagall said in an annoyed voice. "Now, I believe we should start at the beginning. Um…uh…er…well…as you know…um…the…um…uh…"

"Get on with it already!" yelled Draco Malfoy from the front row.

"As I was saying before Mr. Malfoy interrupted, the…um…er…conception…"

At that word, everyone in the room gave a small shudder, except Hermione. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted. Harry caught her head before it hit the desk.

"Mione? Mione? Hermione? Professor, I think you've killed her!"

"Nonsense, Mr. Potter. Why don't you take Miss Granger up to the hospital wing."

Neville raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"Can I go, too?"

"No."

Neville swore and put his head on his desk.

After Harry came back from taking Hermione to the hospital wing, the class had ended. But next, they had Potions.

"Why must they torture me so?" Harry said, exasperated.