A/N- New Story, New Story, New Story! :D Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope. Nada. Zip. Zero. None. Not a thing. All JK Rowling's. Except Colin, and Kaycie. Those two are my original characters. And someone please tell me why there must be one of these each time? I'm running out of witty things to say.

Ginny's POV:

It was a beautiful day at Hogwarts. The sun was out, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. And I was stuck in Potion's Class with the biggest git on the face of the Earth. I looked around the dank dungeon and I locked eyes with my friend Sydney. Snape had paired her up with a Slytherin and by the looks of it, he was a real dunce. I shot her quick sympathetic look, then went back to my work. I didn't want Snape to think I'd been cheating or something. I swear that man would do anything to take points from our house. Or any house that's not Slytherin for that matter.

We were working on one of the most useless potions in the history of forever and always. It had something to do with hiccups, I think. Honestly, Wizards are so lazy sometimes. They honestly invented a potion to stop hiccups. Morons should just wait it out.

*Knock*

There was a tentative knock, on the potions room door interrupting my rant that only I could hear. It was so quiet; I was sure that Snape hadn't heard it. The only reason I did was because I was seated as close to the door as possible for quick get-a-ways.

"Professor Snape?" He was seated at his desk. And he obviously hadn't heard the knock, so someone had to tell him.

Snape sneered at the sound of my voice. Of course. He rarely does anything else with his mouth.

"Yes, Ms. Weasley?"

"I believe there was a knock on the door, sir?" I try to make myself sound all cocky and full of myself; Kind of like how a Ravenclaw that gets 110's on every test talks to their friends who only get 102's. Real arrogant-like.

But he ignores my attempts at making him look stupid and waltzes to the door and pries it open slowly so that it creaks. I think he does it for dramatic effect.

"My, my. Hello Mr. Jones. Is there any particular reason that you're here? First year potions isn't for another fifteen minutes. Feeling eager?" Snape scowls at this anticlimactic visitor. I'm a bit let down too. I was hoping that it would be someone from the Ministry, come to tell us that we're free because Severus Snape has been sentenced to life in Azkaban for being a poo-faced, loser.

But one can ONLY hope.

"I'm a-aware, P-professor." Mr. Jones stutters out. Snape glares down even harder.

"Then will you kindly inform me as to-"

"Dumbledore sent me, sir!" The first year says in a rush. Snape looks livid at being interrupted, but intrigued at what was spoken.

"Oh, did he now?" Snape raises his eyebrows and that poor little first year looks like he's about to piss himself.

"Yes, he did! He told me that he received an owl from someone who needed to speak to you immediately! He gave me this, Sir!" The first year hands over an envelope that looks like it has seen better days. Snape's face has gone paler than usual and he promptly dismisses the first year. He waltzes back to his desk yet again, but this one is sloppier than the last. A bit off from the usual ¾ time signature. And by that I mean, he nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste. When Snape does finally make it to his desk, he scans the note quickly, desperately almost.

By now my curiosity is definitely peaked. I have to see what's in that letter.

I scale my bag for a quill and parchment and skillfully write a note to Sydney.

Syd, I gotta get that note thing. It's killing me not knowing. Are you willing to sacrifice a good grade on this potion to help me?

- Gin

I fold the parchment and toss it to Sydney. She opens it with nimble fingers and I watch as her eyes go from left to right as she reads it. We make eye contact for the second time and she nods.

And I hear her cauldron explode only moments later.

Snape looks up from his desk and scowls, quickly making his way over to Sydney's work table to tell her off and take points. Way to take one for the team, Syd.

But I take advantage of the confusion and rush over to Snape's desk to nick the letter. It almost seemed too easy.

When everything dies down and people begin to finish their hiccup potions, I discreetly read the letter.

Dearest Severus,

I wish I was writing to you with better news, but alas, lady luck has not made it so. Or rather, Colin hasn't. He's been expelled from Hogwarts: America. I don't know what to do with him. He's bright, really he is..

I think that we should send him to Hogwarts: UK so he can finish his education. I did some research and he should be in his 6th year there. Please let him go; It's his last chance.

With love,

Kaycie

P.S. Justin sends his regards as well. He misses you.

I let out a strangled gasp, but quickly tried to cover it up with a cough.

Snape has a wife? And a son? I guess he has done more than sneer with that mouth.. The bell rings, signaling class is over and I rush out of the room like Speedy Gonzales, with one thought in my mind.

I have to tell, Hermione!

A/N- How is it? I'm in the process of rewriting this story. (Even though I've yet to finish it..) But I think if I fix up these chapters then I'll have more motivation to finish. You know what else gives me motivation? REVIEWS! ;D Please leave one. They mean so so so much to me and my ego!