This is my first ever fanfic. I hope to write more but this was the first thought that popped into my mind. The trio is in their 5th year and Voldemort is still mostly in hiding at this point. Have fun.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling doesn't write fanfics. Know why? Because she knows what the story is supposed to be and if she doesn't work on the seventh book whenever she writes, irate Potter fans while attack her with tubs of orange Jell-o. So to sum up, none of this is mine. Nothing. From Harry to Muggle suburbia nothing is mine.
We have to do what?
"Attention students," Dumbledore called out over breakfast, "Due to degrading remarks about muggles/muggleborns everyone shall be required to take a new six week class. Also to encourage inter-house unity, the class shall include a mix of people from all houses. For more information see your house heads. That is all." A shocked silence followed this announcement.
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. "So what do you think the class is?" He asked.
"I don't know," grumbled Ron, "But it's only because of the Slytherins that we have to take it at all. I bet it'll be something really boring like wearing Muggle clothes for six weeks instead of our robes."
"I don't think so Ronald," Hermione argued, "We wear Muggle clothes for the most part on weekends anyway."
Before Ron could retort Harry quickly said, "Instead of guessing why don't we go ask McGonagall?" ending the beginning of another one of their rows.
While they had been talking everyone had filtered out of the Great Hall towards their common rooms, figuring that the Heads would address the students there. Harry, Ron, and Hermione raced up to join the rest of Gryffindor. McGonagall stood in the middle of the room answering questions.
"What do we have to do in this class?" Dean asked.
"During this class you will live and act like Muggle," Professor McGonagall answered, "You will live in a house in Muggle suburbia, attend a Muggle school, do the chores Muggle children do, learn to cook, and, for those of you old enough and don't know how already, learn to drive a Muggle car. No one in these classes is permitted to use magic to speed things up."
"Who teaches/supervises the class?" Seamus inquired.
"The professor in charge will depend upon the class time." McGonagall responded.
"How do we know who's in our class and what time we have this class?" Neville queried.
"Classes will be year by year. Class times and other such info shall be passed out during breakfast tomorrow." McGonagall announced, "If that is all, I have papers to grade." And with that she turned around and walked out of the common room.
Over in Slytherin, Snape was having more trouble with ending the flow of questions and outrage.
"Why should we have to live like Muggles for six weeks?" Malfoy asked, outraged, "We are a whole other species compared to them and those filthy Mudbloods! It's a mockery of our superior bloodlines! Why would the school governors let purebloods mix with Muggle riffraff?"
"I believe Mr. Malfoy," Snape said in the same soft voice he always used, the voice that would probably stop a rampaging rhinoceros dead in its tracks, "that this attitude is the reason my colleagues devised this class. I, of course, do not think this class is anything more than a waste of student and teacher time. But perhaps if you and your fellow house mates were not so vocal in your distaste of Muggles, no one would have thought that this class was necessary."
"Why do we have to be with Gryffindorks, Ravencowards, and Huffleprats?" complained Blaise, "Having a combined class with one them is bad enough. All three will be torture!"
"Again," Snape said, "I stress the fact that this is not my idea. I protested wholeheartedly but the other teachers overruled me. Now your class assignments will be posted tomorrow afternoon and I will say no more on this subject!"
"No matter what he says," Pansy pouted, "This is still crap."
Yay! The fic is underway. I have started a multi-chapter fic and it's going pretty well. Good thing I have no life. Please review.