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(A/N) This story begins in Harry Potter's fourth year at Hogwarts, with some minor adjustments. There are no Beauxbatons students, and the Durmstrang students are here for a Quidditch tournament, not the Triwizard Tournament. Also, everyone knows Luna Lovegood.
"Mr. Weasley, pay attention please!" shouted Professor McGonagall, for the third time.
"Sorry Professor, it's just that Draco Malfoy is hanging from a tree," replied Fred, smirking at his twin.
"Nice one, Fred," said George. "It's true, Professor, you can see him through the window."
"I have never seen such behavior from students! All right Fred, go fetch Professors Dumbledore and Snape," replied Professor McGonagall, sounding aghast.
"Yes ma'm," chirped Fred, practically skipping out of the room.
Professor McGonagall marched out of the room, followed by George, who was smiling gleefully, and the rest of the sixth year Transfiguration class.
But Severus Snape got there first, closely followed by Fred Weasley. He muttered the counter curse, and watched as Draco fell to the ground.
"WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?" roared Snape, looking thunderous.
When nobody responded, Malfoy, whose eyes were strangely blank, raised a hand and pointed a finger at a boy with dark hair and glasses. Fred and George burst out laughing and went up to high-five Harry. Snape, however, strode over to Harry.
"Is this true?" he whispered, a look of purest loathing etched on his face.
"N-no Professor, I wouldn't, I-I c-couldn't," stammered Harry, who was attempting to back away slowly.
"Give me one reason I should believe you, Potter," spat Snape.
"Because I saw who did it, Professor Snape," said a girl with long, black hair, whom, until that moment, nobody had realized was there.
"And you are?" asked Malfoy, whose cheeks had turned bright red by this time.
"None of your business," she stated simply. "Draco did this to himself, Professor. He attempted to attack Harry from behind when his wand backfired."
"Is this true, Draco?" demanded Professor McGonagall.
"I can't remember, Professor," he said slowly, his eyes still bizarrely blank.
"I see," she replied. "Well, in that case you will come with me Malfoy. Severus, if you would please join us…"
"Gladly," said Snape, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Back to your common rooms, everyone!" he shouted, causing everyone in the vicinity to jump slightly.
"So, Harry, was it really you?" asked Fred.
"Of course it wasn't him!" said Hermione indignantly, now speaking up.
"Yeah, we weren't even down here when it happened," said Ron, as Harry nodded.
Instinctively, they all turned to look at the mysterious girl with the black hair, who had returned to studying beneath a large tree.
"I wonder why she lied for you, Harry," questioned Hermione.
"Maybe she likes him?" smirked Fred, receiving a hit to the head from Harry.
"Who is she anyway?" asked George.
"Luna probably knows," said Ron, with a grin on his face.
