It would be Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Already he had faught Lord Voldemort four times. So he didn't even want to think about what could happen this year. He still mourned over the death of Cedric Diggory. Right before his death he and Harry had become friends. Brought together by the Triwizard tournaments which Harry had gotten in to with the help of a certain bad guy.

"Harry" Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends, shouted "Stop daydreaming. We should almost be there." "Yes," Harry said wearily. "I can't wait to see the new kids in Gryffindor," said Ron sarcastically.

"Potter!" Harry jumped it was the unmistakable voice of Draco Malfoy. Harry and Draco had never been friends, and were in constant compition. "What Malfoy?" shouted Harry. "What is the matter with you Potter, you sound a little grumpy? You should be happy, I've come to make a peace offering." "Peace offering?" "Ya, you know an offering of peace." " I know that, but why? What's the trick this time Malfoy?" "Oh, no trick. I've just thought it would be nice to bring you some of the special herbs I got from Diagon Alley just last week." "How do we use them?" Ron chimed in. "That is simple" said Draco "Just put a bit in the palm of your hand and sniff." "Wow that sounds wonderful" said Harry. "Draco!" Shouted Crabbe and Goyle from outside of the compartment. "I'm coming." said Draco to the two. "Well bye guys. See you at Hogwarts."

"Harry do you really believe Draco?" "Of course I do. Anyway what harm could come from sniffing a few harmless herbs?" "Harry Potter! How dare you say that. You've lived in the muggle world. Haven't you ever heard of drugs and how bad they are?" "Yes, but Draco wouldn't give us drugs." "Well, I guess your right." "Would somebody just hurry up and try them!" said Ron impatiently. "Okay, I'll go first" said Harry. "Then you Ron then you Hermione. He put some in the palm of his hand and sniffed then Ron, and finally Hermione. "My nose feels funny" said Hermione. "Mine too" added Harry. "I like it!" said Ron hyperly.

Twenty minutes later... Harry is hanging form a bar on the ceiling by one leg counting the hairs on his head. His glasses barley slipping off the end of his nose. Ron is sitting in a corner under a blanket having a conversation with himself no one else could understand. Hermione is racing around the compartment sing Cuz I Got High by Afro man.

"What in the Hell is going on in here?" Yelled Fred and George as they busted into the compartment. "Oh nothing" said Ron from under the blanket. "Oh nothing my bum! We could hear you from our compartment on the other end of the train!" Said George. "Oh no you couldn't" said Hermione. Still racing around the compartment. "Would you stop singing that wicked song!" said Fred and George. "What is wrong with you three?" "There nothing wrong with us" said Harry, stopping his counting. "What is this package on the floor?" Fred picked it up. "It's just some special herbs" "Draco gave us" Ron interrupted. "Malfoy? You three accepted something from Draco Always Bad Tempered Malfoy?" Said George. "He's not always bad tempered!" Said Hermione. "Ya, he was quite jolly" said Ron. "Well no matter how jolly he was you shouldn't have excepted them. You didn't use them did you?" "Oh, no" said Harry "we would never do that." Ron smirked form under the blanket, and Hermione slurred the chorus trying to stop her self from giggling. "Okay, well we'll go back to our compartment. But Keep It Down".