A/N: This is what happens when you tell an eight year old about Chickron. We're writing this together-ish. Actually I'm writing this and she's playing beachball-volleyball. If she/I stole your idea, please be polite about it because she's an eight year old aspiring writer who pulled me out of my writer's block.

Anyone who wants to thank her can leave this story a review telling "Roo" thank you for pulling me out the clutches of the evil writers block.

Disclaimer: Neither of us are JK Rowling. So neither of us own Harry Potter. But I did eat chicken for dinner yesterday. Does that count? No?

Ron Weasley sat with Harry, and Hermione at Gryffindor table as Professor Dumbledore droned on about who knows what. He was starving, and dreadfully craving chicken, though he had no idea why. Suddenly Hermione jabbed him in the ribs and motioned to Professor Dumbledore. Ron finally decided to listen, and it was a good thing, too.

"...Now, the Ministry of Magic has decreed that Hogwarts resume spell creation as a subject. It is mandatory" Dumbledore clarified to the dismay of all except the Ravenclaws and half the Slytherins; oh, and Hermione, who was beaming like and idiot at the thought of another subject.

Ron internally groaned. Not more school! It was third year, couldn't they be given a break?

Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked into Latin classroom with the rest of their year and upon sighting Professor Juniper, stopped short. Professor Juniper was a young witch with long purple hair and ravenclaw-blue robes. She wore textured leggings that looked like snakeskin, only thicker, and less see through. But that wasn't the weird part. She was sitting cross legged with a book on her lap, and a wand on her desk, which was surprisingly far away.

No one said anything for awhile. Then Hermione cleared her throat and spoke. "Professor Juniper, pardon me, but I do believe you are defying the laws of magic. I can therefore say that you clearly not a witch, and you are obviously a fey." She sniffed haughtily.

Professor Juniper looked up. "There is a lot you can do with spell creation young lady. If you are able to tweak the laws of magic in your mind, you just might be able to convince your magic that it is possible." She said. "Now class, take your seats. I am aware that this is a big class, and that this is the only class that teaches all houses at the same time, but I guess that your petty Griffyndor-Slytherin rivalries will have to be put to rest..." She trailed off.

No one made a move to sit down.

Professor Juniper scowled. "I said sit down!" She said sternly.

Only then, did people scramble for their seats, stumbling over each other to sit with who they wanted.

Professor Juniper sighed. "Well. I will answer all curious questions you want to ask me now, before you all go gossiping to the animagus that is currently residing under Mr. Malfoy's hat." Professor Juniper scowled, and only then did her feet touch the ground, and she made her way to where Draco, Blaise, and Goyle were sitting in the back. Lifting Draco's hat off of his head, she plucked a beetle out of his hair by the wings and once back at her desk, she dropped it into a jar. "Now Rita, I do believe we will be having a little chat when my classes are over, don't you?" The beetle's wings twitched nervously.

"I will now explain this class to you. There are two parts of spell creation, to be taught in two semesters. You will be tested for your fluency in Latin by me. This test will be oral, written, and read. If you receive and E or higher you will skip Latin and move straight to actual Spell Creation, which I will be teaching at a different time. If you score anything below an E, you will stay behind."

"Professor, were you a Slytherin? That is if you weren't a fey." Hermione sniffed.

"No actually Miss Granger. I was what the sorting hat called unsortable."

"But the sorting hat sorts everyone." Hermione argued.

"The sorting hat sat on my head for three days Miss Granger. You may ask any professor if you don't believe me. If I recall there was a long string of articles in the Daily Prophet about me, since it was the first time it had happened since the 1890's. So it turned out that as I was simply too Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff (I am a descendent of Rowena Ravenclaw). I was allowed to sleep in whatever house I chose. I however, found that most of the houses weren't very welcoming. I made a few friends in Ravenclaw, such as Xenophilius Lovegood and Azalea Prewett." Professor Juniper blinked suddenly. "Oh. I am quite sorry for going on about myself. I am sure you'd all rather take your tests then hear about me. Trust me, I am not just some Gilderoy Lockhart come to rant about the Wishy-Washy Werewolf or whatever else he went on about."

She flicked her wrist, and test papers were levitated to every desk.

Thinking she was going to let them go without any summoning spells, a few students took out their Self Spelling Quill Version 2.3: Latin!'s.

But it seemed their new teacher wasn't going to let them get away with cheating that easily. With a flourish of her wand and the words, "fraus accersi," oodles of remembralls, self spelling quills, detachable cribbing cuffs, wands, notes, cheat sheets, and potions flew to a shelf above Professor Juniper's head. She then murmured revealio, accio, and something the class didn't catch; then suddenly three bottles of felix felicis found a place on the shelf.

She pursed her lips. "Crabbe, Goyle, Weasley. That was incredibly stupid. None of you have achieved potions mastery, nor are you anywhere close if what your potions master says has even an ounce of truth in it. I am severely disappointed, and not only will you three be given anti-cheating quills with the rest of the class, but you will take the tests separately and in detention. I will not inform the headmaster of this, but if I catch you cheating again..." She shook her head sadly. "I want you three to stand in front of the blackboard and write -by hand- what is written on these parchments on the board. You will each do a page, and you will do so in alphabetical order of last name. Beginning now."

She turned to the class. "You will now begin the written portion of your tests. Here are your anti-cheating quills. I have spelled the parchment so that only the quill you are given may write on your test papers. You may skip questions if you so desire. I would like to inform you ahead of time that if you score a D or T on any portion of the test you will be required to attend weekly tutoring. It is recommended for anyone recieving a Poor to attend the tutoring, but not required."

Ron sighed. He had detention for a month! And now Hermione wasn't speaking to him. Or Harry, now that he thought of it. It made him stir crazy to have no one to talk to.

Hermione had scored an O on the written, an O on the reading, and what shocked him, an E on the oral. So she didn't get perfect marks. But, she did get to skip latin.

Harry had scored an E on the written, an E on the reading, and an A on the oral. Professor Juniper decided that as his average was an E-, he'd be allowed to skip.

He himself hadn't done well at all. He'd gotten a T on the written, a T on the reading, and a T on the oral. Needless to say, he'd need tutoring. The teachers were so unfair, did they actually expect him to study?

A/N: So, what do you think of this idea? This is a figment of my imagination created solely from my sister's idea, so who knows how it'll turn out. After giving me the idea she wants absolutely nothing to do with it, even if I beg. (Trust me, I've tried)

-Luna's Horcrux