"Hey Harry, pass me one of those Chocolate Frogs," Ron called out. Harry looked at Ron and threw him a Chocolate Frog from his large pile.

They were on their way to Hogwarts for their fifth year. Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts was one full of horrors and surprises. What with the death of Cedric and Voldemort's return, the whole wizarding world (even Ron and Hermione) regarded him as someone abnormal and special. Not even Sirius's constant letters throughout his summer holidays were enough to lift his mood. Harry stared out of the bleary window and sighed; his mind constantly drifting back to the graveyard where…. where his worst nightmares had occurred.

"Harry, Harry, we're at Hogwarts," Hermione's soft voice called out. Harry looked at Hermione and Ron who were standing near the door, looking at Harry, worried. Harry looked at the pair grimly before standing up and grabbing his trunk. "Let's go."

"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the Sorting Hat as the last first-year was sorted.

"Thank goodness, I'm starving," mumbled Ron, looking at his golden plate hungrily. Harry looked over to the staff table and saw Dumbledore looking at his students through his half-moon spectacles, beaming. McGonagall was seated to Dumbledore's left and Snape to his right. Snape caught Harry's glance and sneered distastefully. Harry refused to look away and glared at Snape with his utmost dislike before Snape looked away and engaged in a conversation with Dumbledore. Harry continued his gaze across the table and stopped. A new professor or more like a toad in a tutu, Harry thought smirking, was seated, wearing a smile that nearly made Harry vomit.

"Hey Ron-," Harry began, before he was interrupted by Dumbledore.

"Welcome, welcome to another year at Hogwarts. Now, let the feast begin!"

Harry returned his gaze back to his plate, which had magically filled itself with lamb chops, mash and gravy. He turned and looked at Ron who was quite engaged in eating 3 chicken legs at the same time. Hermione was looking at him with a glare of disgust before she turned back to her own plate and meticulously cut her pork chop. Harry grinned, he was home.

The next day, McGonagall called the fifth year Gryffindors to the common room.

"Now, this year will be a very important year for all of you. The OWL exams will take place three weeks after the Christmas holidays are over. This year is a crucial year and I will not accept any mishaps or confusion from any of you."

Her gaze swept across the attentive fifth years before continuing.

"I will now hand out your timetables. You will be expected to be punctual to each of these classes as usual. Any questions?"

Hermione was the only one to raise her hand.

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

"Professor, when and how will we be getting our OWL results?"

Harry smirked and looked over at Ron. Hermione would've been the only one to start worrying about her results even before she did the test.

"You will be receiving your OWL results by owl post during the summer holidays."

And with that note, she handed out their timetables.

"Bloody hell," Ron sighed, "We've got Potions first thing tomorrow, with Snape!"

Harry shook his head grimly. This was not going to turn out well.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I promise that these will get longer. Hope you enjoyed and please review as this my first chapter of my first fanfic. Not much action, but next chapter sure will!