The entire class was going about their work, to turn a mouse into a goblet, when it happened. "Mr Potter can you please explain why you aren't doing the assigned work?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Harry responded in a voice so quiet many weren't sure if he said anything at all.

"Can you please repeat that?" Professor McGonagall asked. By this point the entire class was watching.

"I said," Harry began in a voice filled with anger "that I refuse to participate in animal cruelty."

The class stared in confusion, animal cruelty what was he talking about? Had The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Hyphenated finally lost it?

"I don't know what you are talking about Mr Potter but there is no animal cruelty going on here so please get back to work," McGonagall announced.

Harry stared at her as one might stare at a very...special individual. "No animal cruelty you say?" he asked slowly "none at all?"

"No there is none now please get back to work," McGonagall ordered slowly losing her patience.

Harry ignored the order "so what you are saying is that by grabbing a bunch of mice, drugging them I assume by how calm the first appeared, forcefully changing their entire body and make up is not animal cruelty? Don't forget that one member of this class is known for his explosions, another has his goblet squealing loudly as it tries to hop away, one has lost all of it's fur and then there is the fact that the entire process could possibly be very painful. Does that sound like animal cruelty to you? It sounds like it to me," Harry growled out.

Everyone stared at Harry in shock. "Mr Potter there is nothing wrong with my class now get back to work or I will see you in detention," McGonagall ordered in a strained voice.

"So you find there o be nothing wrong with what we are doing at all?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Not a single thing," McGonagall said.

"Very well," Harry got up and after gathering his things started to walk to the door.

"And where are you going?" McGonagall growled out.

"I'm going to find a first year. I wish to practice some of my homework on. Don't worry i'll make sure to get some calming draught to drug him with," Harry responded "after all you as you said there is nothing wrong with what we did here so why should there be anything wrong with doing it on a first year? Later," Harry called before he slammed the door behind himself.

It was several seconds before anyone could respond. "Professor McGonagall we aren't really being cruel to the animals are we?" Neville Longbottom asked worried.

Professor McGonagall was about to say no that the animals were perfectly fine and that Mr Potter was over reacting but she didn't get the chance as Seamus Finnegan accidentally blew up his mouse right then and there causing its blood, guts and various body parts to end up all over the room.

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No animals were harmed in the making of this fanfic.

Sadly a first year was poisoned by Mr Potter after this fanfic was made. Mr Potter claimed that he had fed the first year a Calming Draught but tests report that it was actually a potion that turned one's blood into basilisk venom. Mr Potter has been announced that If he can recreate the potion it will be enough to get him a mention in the Potions Hall of Fame sadly he had to decline as he was scheduled to be kissed by dementor three days after this fanfic was made.