Author's Note: It's been a long time since I've posted anything on FanFiction and this story, is one that I've been working on for a few months. I've had quite the writer's block and college life has been hectic. The story set in the future. I decided that it was best to be put in the future than present time, so I have students that do not have a history and a plan for them and I can create quite a few. So, to clarify: James is Harry and Ginny's oldest son, Fred is the son of George and Angelina, Frank is the son of Neville and Hannah, and Liam is Seamus's son. I try to keep relations as clear as I can. So, here it is!

Disclaimer: I do not lay claim to anything Harry Potter. All that goes to JK Rowling.

James Potter and Fred Weasley were not paying attention to Professor Nobbs as she droned on about some potion they were supposed to be making. They were barely listening to the crazy old bat as they leaned back in their chairs and doodled obscene images on a scrap of parchment in front of them. It was not like she cared that they did this anyway because she would find a reason to deduct house points from the two seventh year Gryffindors, so they were just finding a good reason so that it did not happen to be for something that she just made up to get them in trouble. She always seemed to zero in on the two boys even when the room was full of people. They hated it, but they could not go off running and tell someone that she was being unfair. They were two trouble makers and who would want to believe them?

"Boys," she finally scolded, after finishing up her introduction to the potion or maybe it was a while after she had finished up because everyone else seemed busy around them. Even Liam Finnigan and Frank Longbottom were pouring things in the cauldron beside them. How did they totally miss the ending? "You weren't listening again." She tutted her tongue and made her way back to them, snatching up the piece of paper before either one of them could grab it. "And drawing obscene pictures as well." Her voice was sickly sweet for scolding them like tea that had too much sugar in it. "Five points from Gryffindor…" she paused, her eyes narrowing on them, letting the moment sink in, "…each." Her voice rose at that and there were a few groans but sharp glares coming from the professor ended that. There were also some snickering from the Slytherins, but she did nothing to stop the house from carrying on since she seemed to favor them.

James had a hard time holding back a string of complaints and sarcastic remarks as he and Fred tried to busy themselves with their potion. The professor walked off when James glanced at his cousin.

"I hate her, I really do," he said, running a hand through his messy black hair.

"I know, JP," his cousin said, letting out a sigh. "But there really isn't much we can do."

James's eyes flashed dangerously and his palm slammed against the counter top. "Oh, really? You really doubt us, Freddy?"

A grin played on Fred's lips that danced in his eyes. "Didn't say that."

James was about to open his mouth to respond when he heard the professor clear her throat. She looked up with a harsh glare on the two from the front of the room. "Do you want me to deduct more points, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley?"

The two of them concentrated on their cauldron, trying to ignore the professor, but then the realization hit James. "Uh, Fred… what exactly are we doing?" he hissed, as Nobbs lowered her gaze and went to help a Slytherin.

"No clue."

They would have asked the other two Gryffindor boys by them but they looked busy and it was not like James and Fred to ask for help. They were independent and they didn't need help any other time. How was this supposed to be different? "This might be it," James muttered as he threw something into the cauldron. He was not sure what he grabbed, but it was on the table in front of him

"What about this?" Fred said, throwing something else in, following James's lead.

"And this?"

The two of them were snickering and just tossing things in the potion, one after another. They did not even realize that it was starting to froth green over the sides and a thick black smoke was issuing off of it. They kept continuing by putting things in it without paying attention. The potions professor was too busy to notice the two boys. Finally, when it started to travel across the table, eating away some of the top, Liam spoke up.

"Uh… guys…" he stammered, his eyes wide, as he backed away from the table.

The two of them looked over and finally noticed the potion. Curses issued from their mouths as they tried to clean it up but Fred knocked it to the ground and some other potion ingredients with it. As the excess ingredients met the potion on the floor, there was a loud booming sound as the potion exploded. Some of the students screamed as they went running from the room but the four Gryffindor boys were not able to escape quick enough. Thick smoke filled the air and no one could see a thing. It traveled through the dungeons before the professor could dispel it quickly enough. She was glaring at the two boys with a fierce glare that made them both want to shrink away. They wanted to bolt, but her hands reached out to grab the fabric of their robes. They could not escape.

"Fifty points each!" she shrieked. "And detention!" The boys glanced down at the ground and James ran a hand through his hair. "Everyone, to the hospital wing since these two had us inhale whatever they made in that cauldron."

The class filed out but James and Fred wanted to be last out of the classroom. There was a huge black charred mark on the stone floor but they surveyed the students walking out and no one seemed to be seriously injured or even marked up at all. A few had some scrapes from diving off chairs from surprise. They were grumbling to themselves as they headed up to the hospital wing where the entire class was sitting, waiting to be inspected.

"Nice job, Potter," sneered Slytherin in their year.

"Yeah, nice going," another one joined in.

James glared at them but Fred placed a hand in front of him to signal to him that they caused enough trouble. The woman in charge of the hospital wing came out and started to inspect each and every one of them, including the professor. She was clicking her tongue softly to herself and her eyes kept lighting on the two Gryffindor boys as if she knew that they had to be the ones to cause this much trouble. She finally went to the professor and declared that there was nothing wrong with them but if any of them should feel sick, they should return and she would inspect them again. Everyone filed out of the hospital wing but again, the four Gryffindor boys hung back.

"This can't just be it, right?" Fred asked. "There has to be more."

"I know, Nobbs didn't even look worried," Frank commented.

"It's because she's pure evil," James said, his arms crossing over his chest as they exited the room and started for the stairs. "She doesn't care about anyone but herself."

"Maybe we'll all break out with something or die in our sleep later, but don't we have Quidditch practice now?" Liam asked. "Can't we just worry about this later?"

The boys agreed as they hurried out to the Quidditch pitch so they would not be late for practice. That was the last thing they wanted, even if they happened to die from some mysterious disease that came from the exploding cauldron. They tried to clear their minds of the events of the day, but in the back there was a portion that just kept nagging at them. They would investigate this later, but the four boys forgot about it when they climbed on their brooms.