Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only own Abbi Jade, and my friend and co-author owns Rachael O'Hara. We both own the plot. Hope you like! *winks*

A/N: when you come to a line of "~" that means the pov is switching from Abbi to Rachael, or Rachael to Abbi.

CHAPTER TWO

I start unpacking my things and putting them away as I silently fume. I can't believe this! I made Abbi swear on my amethyst and her silver eyes that she wouldn't blow anything up so we, I, could go to that Feast! I look up as I hear something smash against the wall.

"Reparo." Abbi mutters as she points her wand at her now broken crystalline dragon. I watch her silently as she repeats this. I can't see her eyes so I can't tell just how angry she is. I shrug. At least she isn't using those Blow-up Ball things she used when she blew up the furniture. I finish putting my things away, everything in its place. Perfect.

Smash.

"Aren't you going to put your things away?" I ask. Abbi finally set her crystalline dragon on her bureau and looks at me. I let out a silent sigh of relief. Her eyes aren't silver. Abbi doesn't say anything, she just shrugs. I sit on my bed, cross my arms, and watch her as she silently puts her stuff away. Throws her stuff, actually, would be more accurate. I wait a few moments then I make a disgusted noise. Abbi looks at me.

"What?"

"Oh, like you don't know!" I reply, annoyed.

"You're right, I don't know." she replies blankly. I make another disgusted sound. Surely she must realize!

"It's your fault!" I say.

"What is?"

I roll my eyes, shake my head, and make another disgusted sound all at once. Surely she, the girl who created customized Floo Powder, cannot be this dense!

"This! Us being here and not at that Feast is your fault." I exclaim, "and finish putting your clothes away! This is a dormitory, not your personal room!"

"Oh." she replies as she continues to put her clothes away.

"First impression is one of the most important things when one goes to an entirely different country! What are the other Slytherins going to think when they come back from the Feast and find us here and not with them from the Feast!"

"Sorry." she says, not even trying to make it convincing. Merlin's beard, she could at least make an effort!

"Is that all you can say!"

"Look, Dumbledore has probably announced our arrival and has told them that our journey was too exhausting for us," she says almly, "just calm down. Everything will be fine." I glare at her and open my mouth to say something else to her but she speaks before me.

"if it makes you happy you can go greet them in the living room. I'm going to go read be the fire there myself." Abbi says. I silently fume at her as I watch her grab her book, The Black Rose, and leave the dorm room.

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I hear quiet footsteps from behind me as I read. Then I hear the leather from the chair across from me give as Rachael sits in it. Without appearing to, I glance over my book and groan inwardly.

"You've got that stupid uniform on already?" I ask.

"What, pray tell, is wrong with that." she replies.

"Forgettin' your country already?"

"Oh, and of course, dressing 'like an American' means dressing like you." Rachael says sarcastically, eyeing my spike bracelets and necklace, slanting belt, baggy pants covering mid-shin high boots, and my favourite 'can't sleep clowns will eat me' shirt. I begin to reply but I'm cut off by the sounds of voices from the hall. Rachael settles herself a bit more and I pick up my book again and pretend to read. The voices are even louder once the stone wall opens up. A blonde boy with a silvery thing on his robe walks over to us. I continue my façade, but as he gets closer I see the silvery thing is a badge with the leter P. He must be one of those Prefect peoples. This oughta be interesting.

"You must be the lovely American ladies we were informed had arrived," he says, more statement than question, "I'm Draco Malfoy, a prefect of Slytherin."

Obviously, and here I thought he was a court jester.

"I am Rachael O'Hara. Pleased to meet you Draco Malfoy." Rachael replies, not missing a beat. She held out her hand to shake. This Drakeo person took it in his, kissed it and said, "The pleasure is all mine."

I snorted.

"Flattery gets you everywhere." I murmur, still pretending to read.

"Abbi. . ." Rachael said warningly.

"Oh, I simply forgot," I drawl, "My name is Abbi Jade." I let a moment pass by before adding, in Greek, "Her Ladyship, the Goddes of Pranks. Consider yourself warned."

"Abbi Rose Jade --" Rachael started, but I cut her off.

"Calm down, I just told him I'm a pranksta and he should be warned." I reply in Gaelic. Rachael muttered something in French and glared at me.

"How many languages do you two know?" asks Draco, looking mildly impressed.

"Three each." says Rachael.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I say at the same time, then we glare at each other. I don't like when people realize I only know English, Greek, and Gaelic. I like to keep them guessing.

"I'm going to the dorm. I've still got to clean a few swords and set 'em up somehow." I say as I get up. A few feet away I stop, turn, and say, "Have either of you noticed that neither of you two have let go of the other's hand?" They let go immediately. I smirk and go upstairs. Mayhaps Britain won't be so bad.

"Wake UP!" Someone bellows into my ear and in the next moment I have a dagger at that someone's throat. I hear a few gasps and one scream.

"It's me." says a voice that I now, semi-awake, am able to recognize as belonging to Rachael. I take the dagger away and groan as I look at the clock.

"Rachael O'Hara, it is 6:30 in the morning. What are you doing!?" I say groggily.

"Getting you up. I will not have you late on our first full day. Now UP!"

"Fine, fine. Where's the coffee?"

"Um, there is none." says another voice. I squint sleepily in the direction it came from.

"Whaddya mean and who are ya?"

"I'm Pansy Pakinson. Students aren't allowed coffee here. Too bad." she says. She doesn't sound sorry at all. I sit up and grab my crystalline dragon, then throw it so it smashes against a wall. Again.

"Abbi, please, just get dressed and make yourself presentable, okay?" Rachael says and repairs my crystalline dragon and sets it back on my bureau.

"I'll make sure you get your moch latte." she adds. Without saying anything I begin to get dressed.

Drat. I stop suddenly. Draco and Rachael were talking animatedly about something or other. They won't notice me gone. I race back to the Great Dinning Room Place to get my Potions book. I hope its still there. I'm really screwed if I've lost it already. Yes! It's there! I grab it and race down the hallway. I hear footsteps behind me. As I run to class a black-haired boy paces himself beside me.

"Potions?" he asks/pants.

"Yep. You?" I ask.

"Uh-huh. It doesn't help that the teacher hates me."

"I think he hates everyone. He certainly looks it." The black-haired boy laughs when I say this.

"I'm Abbi, by the way." I say and hold out my hand to shake.

"I'm Harry." he says and takes it.

We gasp.

"You're eyes look just like mine!" we exclaim at the same time.

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I sit down next to Draco and look around for Abi. Where is she? I told her I sisn't want to be late on our first full day! It's bad enough she refuses to war the unidform except for the robe. I look up when the door bangs upone. Abbi and a boy walk in. I let out a sigh. Thank Merlin she wasn't late for the class tought by our own Head of House! The boy's hair is very messy. I bet he's never brushed it in his life, the slime ball.

"I heard you running in the hall, Mr. Potter. Five points from Gyffindor." says Professor Snape as Abbi and Harry take their seats. I resist the urge to say something to Abbi as I watched her and Harry begin to pass notes. I'm the only one who sees it though, or the professor is ignoring it. I frown, he doesn't seem like the type to let things go. Maybe it's because Abbi's a Slytherin?

"That's Harry Potter?" I say, turning back to Draco, "That unkempt, dishevelled-looking boy?"

"Yeah, that's Potter alright. Our precious Potter." he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You don't think he's all great and wonderful, etc etc. and so on and so forth, either? I mean, he only survived after all."

Draco smiles at me and nods. Then he motions toward the teacher, indicating we should pay attention. He's kind of cute.

"Who can tell me what the most lethal poison is and why." asks Professor Snape, looking as if he expects no one to know the answer. My hand shoots up. I look at the other Slytherins. How can they not know this? It's so basic. I look at the, whaddyacallit, Gryffindork? No, Gryffindors. A girl with bushy hair has her hand raised. Besides me, she's the only one. What is it with these Gryffindors and messy hair?

"Miss O'Hara?" asks Professor Snape. Out of the corner of my eye I see the bush-haired girl put her hand down and sigh defeatedly.

"The most lethal poison is the Madrym Byeh, which roughly translates to 'Lethal Pain'. It supposedly works almost like the Crusiatus Curse except no one really knows what it feels like as there is no known antidote and those who do know what it feels like are forever silent."

"Brilliantly said Miss O'Hara. Five points to Slytherin."

I beam and Draco smiles at me. I look over Abbi and feeze. What is that insane girl doin!? She has her feet on the desk! And, oh no. Oh no, what is that? My left hand unconsciously goes to my mouth. She has a Filibuster Firework in her lap. The Potter boy and I unconsciously look at each other. Silently he gets the point across that he sees the Filibuster Firework too. I watch him get a quill and parchment, and scribble a note, and pass it to Abbi. She writes something and gives it back to him. He shakes his head.

Merlin's beard and wand she can't do this to me!

I look through my bag for a spare piece of parchment to write to Abbi, but my hand finds something else.

Shaun's dog whistle.

He must've dropped it and it fell into my book bag.

Then it dawns on me.

The whistle.

Due to her Animagi form being a white wolf, her hearing is very good. She always refuses to be in the same room when Shaun is training Buddy. I grin mischievously, Abbi is really beginning to rub off on me.

I blow into the whistle.

I smirk as I watch Abbi flinch, since she is the only one who can hear the whistle, and turn to look at me. I hold up the whistle and point to the Firework. She glares at me and puts the Firework away. I let out a sigh of relief. Abbi turns to me again and holds up her ring finger, than her pinky, and then her index finger. Her personal sign of revenge. I swallow hard. She better not do anything really embarrassing.

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D*mn that girl! D*mn that girl! D*MN THAT WRETCHED GIRL! That is just like Rachael! To mess up the perfect plan. Where did she get that whistle anyway? That's her older brother Shaun's dog whistle to train Buddy.

I wasn't planning on doing anything too destructive. Aim it behind Snape's overly large greasy head and into the potions cabinet. Just to give him the message. That Harry Potter kid had been sendin me some sessages informing me of the behaviour of the beloved Potions Master.

He's a complete jerk! Worse than Freeman, in my opinion. I had been running in the halls along with Potter, probably faster, and he just deducts points from their house? Potter also told me Snape used to be a Death Eater, though I'm sworn to secrecy because not a lot of people know. I'll just tell Rachael, then the word would certainly get around. That'll get back at him. Haha! I'm brilliant, really. Then Rachael can't blame me on any destructiveness towards a teacher. Rachael hates Death Eaters. I mane, her father's an auror, so it would have had to rub off on her. I still have this one idea though. . .

Right now I'm in History of Magic. A complete bore. The teacher's an old ghost who, if you ask me, should have been buried along with his body. Wish I could tell you what he's talking about, but I'm not listening.

Rachael is thoug. Taking notes and everything. She swears she's not a prep, but she's the biggest one here. I feel like chucking something large at the back of her head.

I still have that lovely firework in my bag.

"Miss Jade, can you please tell me the year in which the two-legged rule was enforced to separate the besats from the rest of society?" the professor rounds on me. I didn't even know there was such a stupid rule. I shrug.

"I don't know, but such a rule would be stupid, huh? To separate besats by how many legs they walk apon? What about goblins? They don't strike me as the civilized type, do they? Or how about faeries? Not a beast, correct, but how intelligent are thye really? Have you ever held a conversation with one? Did you ever get on e to sit still long enough to do so? Or how about the Taytmo Suidr? They can walk on two legs when they want to. You wouldn't really want to hold a conversation with one if you value you ears and an intact body."

"Precisely the argument that Sir Cladon had brought up!" Binns beams, "You see there was a problem on who can take offices or even vote - "

Oh crap. I started a discussion. I raise my hand again.

"Yes, Miss Jade?" Binns calls on me immediately.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Certainly, my dear."

I don't like being called 'dear' by an old man, or ghost I should say. I leave the room quickly. I walk, then run, down the hallway in the direction of the dungeons. I can't believe that old fool bouth the 'can I go to the bathroom' line. I never go to the bathroom during school. I purse my lips. This isn't working. I can't get down to the dungeons, do what I need to do, and get back to class in time for that ghost to really belive I actually went to the bathroom. I grin mischievously. At least, not in this form anyway. I shift into white wolf form and run down to the dungeons. I get down there and pause. Where the heack are his rooms? Then it hit me. I could almost see the light bulb turn on.

Port.

I lope to the wall that leads inot our living, er, commonroom and shift back.

"Basilisk." I whisper and slip into the dorms. I run up and grap my hidden batch of Port and go down to the fireplace. I throw some in and the flames turn purple.

"Professor Snape's room." I say and in the next moment I'm standing in another fireplace. I smile. Another beautiful thing about Port is you don't need a fire going to use it. Just a fireplace and vice-versa. I step out and look around.

"Not bad, Professor Snape. Not bad at all." I say to myself. The room is mostly black with a lot of bookshelves and things. I hurridly look for his bathroom. Time is of the element now, no time to gaze at the décor.

Aha! I found it!

I take out two bottles, one filled with my Shocking Shampoo (which turns the person's hair into a shockingly bright colour) and one empty. I take a good look at his real shampoo bottle, then trnasfigure my empty bottle to look just like it.

I pause.

Where's the measuring cup?

I franticly look around for it. I couldn't have forgotten, could I? Whew, here it is. I found it. I look at my watch. Five minutes. Crap. I've been gone five freaking minutes. I gotta hurry. I quickly measure the original shampoo, and then my Shocking Shampoo and fill my transfigured botle with the same amount. Quickly I gather my things, Ported to my dorm and raced down the hallway in wolf form, back to class. I shift back, catch my breath for a few seconds, and walk back in.

"Are you alright my dear? You were gone for eight minutes." says Professor Binns. Does he have to call me 'dear'?

"I got lost." I reply without blinking. Binns nodded and gestured for me to take my seat. What a fool! At least now I can get some sleep.

Plop.

I open my eyes. There's a note on my desk. Harry's the only other one who writes me notes besides Rachael and he's certainly not in this class. I open and read:

What did you do??

I smile and chuckle silently. I got my pen (I refuse to use primitive quills) and write:

You'll see.

I discreetly toss it back.

Plop.

It's on my desk again. She writes too fast.

ABBI JADE WHAT DID YOU DO!

Well wouldn' t you like to know? *grins evily*

I toss it back. It's a good thing its Friday.

"But there's no snitch!" argues Harry.

"But it explodes!" I argue back.

"But there aren't as many positions in Quadpot as in Quidditch! There aren't as many elements to it!" adds in Ron Weasley, whom I've just met recently.

"Bet since it explodes you have to score quickly which enhanced the need for skill and speed of chasers!" I say. Harry, Ron, and I are in a deep argument about Quidditch and Quadpot. I can't believe they don't have Quadpot here. It's a sin. I sit back and let Ron and Harry discuss whatever. We're at this really long table in the library. Rachael dragged me here for some reason or another, I wasn't really listening. I hadn't had my mocha latte at that time. Apparently the Hermione girl did the same thing to Harry and Ron. I swear on Merlin's Wand, Hermione and Rachael are so much alike. Including the fact that they seem to hate each other. They're both at separate ends of the table, as far away as they can get. Hermione refuses to tlak about sports and Rachael won't talk to Gryffies. Pig-headed, the both of them.

"Mr. Potter, Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you. You too Miss Jade." says Professor McGonagall.

Harry looks confused but gets up anyway. The corners of my mouth twitch as I get up. I look over at Rachael to see her glaring dagger at me.

"What did you do." she says, more demanding than asking.

"Rachael," I say, pretending to be hurt, "what makes you think I've done something?"

I flash her an evil grin as Harry, Professor McGonagall, and I make our way to the Headmaster's office.

The next thing I know is I'm in the same chair I was in when I got sorted. I hold out my arm for the phoenix to land on.

"C'mere beautiful." I coo. The beautiful phoenix gracefully glides over to my arm and lands.

"I see Fawkes has taken a liking to you Miss Jade." says Dumbledore. Harry reaches over and strokes the bird.

"He's beautiful." I reply. Dumbledore smiles then says, "IT seems one of our Professors has an unnatural problem."

I raise an eyebrow. I don't trust myself enough to speak.

"What kind of problem? And how does it relate to us?" asks Harry. Boy, was he gonna get a shock.

"This problem had to have been caused by someone and the professor seems to think it was one of you. Professor Snape?" says Dumbledore. Harry and I turn around to see Professor Snape come out of the shadows. That's the last straw. I can't hold it in any longer. I bust out laughing.

"Professor! Y-your hair! It-it's pink!" exclaims a gaping Harry.

"Really, Mr. Potter? Observant, aren't you." Snape replies scathingly.

Harry doesn't even bother to close his mouth, he's so shocked. I, on the other hand, am laughing so hard I think I'm going to pee.

His hair is bright pink! Neon pink! You could spot him from the Enterprise it's so bright! At least it doesn't look greasy anymore.

"And what is so funny, Miss Jade?" Snape growls at me, "You find this humorous?!"

"Y-y-yes!" I cry. Tears are actually running down my face. Yes, I am making a complete scene of myself and I reaslize everybody in the room probably now knows it was I to dye the Death Eater's hair pink. I try to control myself.

"What did you do?" I choke out.

"What did I do?!" Snape roars.

"Severus." Dumbledore steps in with a consoling voice, though I could see his eyes twinkling. Tachael is right. He does look like Santa Clause. I wonder if he gives out gifts at Christmas?

"Just calm down. I'm sure there's a way to reverse it. And it probably wears out anyway." Dumbledore says. I'm calm enough now, although I can't look at Professor Snape without laughing again. I can feel Snape glaring daggers at my back, but I just can't wip off the humungous grin off my face.

"Do either of you two know how this might have happened?" Dumbledore asks. Harry silently shakes his head. He still hasn't closed his mouth.

"Maybe something's wrong with his shampoo?" I ask, still grinning. I don't know if Sam told them how Rachael and I somewhat tell the truth without admitting anything. Dumbledore gives me a pointed look. So Sam did tell him.

"Severus, I believe we have solved the problem. Simply use a new shampoo." Dumbledore tells Snape as a means of dismissal. Snape nodds his head curtly, glares at Harry and I, and floos to his rooms.

"Harry, I believe your friends are anxiously awaiting you. All I ask is that you do not tell anyone other than Ron and Hermione about Professor Snape's…situation." Harry nods in understanding.

"Bye, sir." he says as we both get up and make way towards the door.

"Abbi, please wait a moment." Dumbledore says to me. I shrug at Harry and give him a look that says 'Don't look at me, I don't know what's going on'. I sit back down in the chair. Dumbledore gives me one of his looks that makes you feel like he knows everything you've ever done that was against the rules. And I've broken rules a lot.

"What made you say something was wrong with the shampoo, Abbi?" Dumbledore asks. D*mm*t, why does he have to give one of those looks and ask me at the same time?

"Well," I say slowly, as if in thought, "I figured since his hair was pink it might have something to do with what he washed it with." D*mn, I blinked. Dumbledore keeps that unwavering and unnerving stare of his on me.

"I, as well as Professor Snape, know you were the one who did it, Abbi." he finally says. After a moment's pause I say, "Past experience has taught me not to say anything for fear of incriminating myself."

"As long as there are no other incidences such as this, I think everything will be fine."

"Thank you, sir."

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I look up as I hear the wall to the Slytherin commonroom open. In walks Abbi, the peculiar smug grin she wears when she's just pulled a really good prank and got away with it…even when everyone knows she did it. I sigh resignedly.

"Now will you tell me what you did?" I ask exasperatedly when she sits down in the chair next to me.

"Well, let's just say pink is not a good hair colour for Professor Snape, hmm?" she replies, grinning like a maniac. I pale.

"You WHAT!?" I yell, the entire commonroom becomes silent as they turn and stare at me.

"I never said it was me who did it, Rachael. Don't jump to conclusions so quickly." she says in a monk 'I'm innocent' voice.

"You don't need to say it was you. It's always you." I growl in reply. I can't believe she just turned our Head of House's hair pink! I glare at her, my message clear in my face.

"Don't worry, it'll turn back naturally in a few hours……providing he doesn't use the same shampoo…" she trails off.

"Dorm. You. Me. Now." I say as I get up and drag her to our room. Making sure that there was no one else in there with us, I put a silence spell on the room and lock the door.

"You broke into a teacher's rooms!? How could you! And our Head of House no less!!" I yell. Absently I wonder if she realizes how pissed off I really am.

"Yes, by using Port, and I always strive for high standards." she replies. I narrow my eyes. I hate it when she mocks me like this. She acts as if she doesn't care….that's right. I had forgotten. She doesn't care.

"You just don't care." I say, voicing my thoughts outloud.

"Don't tell me you just now figured that out!" Abbi responds, frowning.

"You don't care if you embarrass anyone, you don't care if you hurt anyone, you…you don't care about anyone other than yourself." I state in resigned calmness. I sit on my bed. Sweet Merlin, I think I'm depressed. There was a extensive pause until I heard something very strange.

"I'm sorry, Rachael."

I look up at Abbi in shock. Did Abbi just apologize to me.

"W-what?" I ask, gaping at Abbi.

"I'm sorry." she says again. I stare at her open-mouthed. Abbi never apologizes for anything. Not sincerely!

"I didn't realize my pranks effected you like this. You - you were, are, the family I've never had. Don't get me wrong, Alanis and Sam are great, but they don't feel like family. You're like my sister. I don't want to alienate that." she says sincerely. I continue to look like a gaping fish. I don't think I've ever heard Abbi say anything so serious before.

"Although," Abbi says, getting her mischievously look back in her eye, "I can't garuntee that I'll stop pranking."

"I know, I'd be a bit worried if you didn't!" I say once I gather myself.

"I'll just give you the heads-up, aight?" she asks, grinning wickedly.

"Promise!"

"I sweareth on the silver of my angry eyes and the amethyst of thy necklace." Abbi then flops down on her bed.

"Sweet Moon, I sounded like such a sap. How preppy."

I laugh. So much for the sisterly-bonding moment.

"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about Halloween."

"Oh?" I say, looking wary as I remember some of Abbi's antics from past Halloweens.

"Yeah, I have this great idea on what we should do."

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A/N: Sorry for the cliffie, but chapter two couldn't go on foreva! *looks sad* I only got one review between when I posted chapter one and chapter two. PLEASE review!!!! *gives big, brown-eyed, puppy dog look* pweese?

Elvensorceress:thanx for reviewing! Heh, sorry bout the switching past and present thing. and yeah, we did forget about Sam *looks sheepish* sorry Sam! and yes, I did fix it so anon. ppl could rev. yes, I will look for Rose, Weird, and Almost Human, I promise! I sweareth on the silver of my angry eyes and the amethyst of thy necklace!