Disclaimer: I do not, do not, DO NOT own Harry Potter and I NEVER WILL

Well, that eliminates all chances of me getting sued.

B/N (Beta Note): This is an AU fic just so you know!

Prologue: A Brilliant Idea

Ah, the joys of sixth year at Hogwarts. Free periods… N.E.W.T. classes… romance… and Dumbledore's idea announced to an astonished wizarding school at breakfast one cold, rainy morning.

"I have an announcement to make!" the wizard spoke in his sonorous voice, booming over the chatter of the whole school. Immediately, conversations abated and all eyes turned to Dumbledore. "Fifth and sixth years will be taking a Muggle home course for one month. You will be placed in groups of five, sometimes six. A teacher or volunteer wizard will supervise you in your home for the month. Heads of the Houses will notify you further. That will be all."

Hermione looked at Harry and Ron with wide eyes. "Wow! Muggle homes! That should be quite easy, don't you think? Hope we're put together, can you imagine if I were placed with Pansy Parkinson?"

Ron looked a little more disgruntled. "ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME? I don't know how to live in a Muggle home. FYI, I AM ALL WIZARD!"

Harry looked less irritated. "If we are put together, Hermione and I can handle most everything, since we've both been raised in Muggle homes. So whatever. Have fun with it, I guess."

Just then, the tall Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall came sweeping down Gryffindor table. She handed one envelope to Harry and continued passing out these letters.

Ron looked concernedly at the envelope. "What do you reckon?"

Harry slit open the envelope, which contained a folded sheet of yellow parchment. He read aloud, "The group is at the bottom of the letter, along with the address. Your tasks for the following month are: 1) You will dress like a Muggle at all times (clothing shall be provided) 2) You will buy all Muggle food and cook WITHOUT MAGIC (money is provided) 3) You will not buy violent articles (e.g. a gun, a type of metal stick that Muggles use to kill each other) 4) You will NOT USE MAGIC and will give your wands to Dumbledore before you leave this castle. Your address is 5 Private Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Harry groaned at this. "Damn, we're next to Aunt Petunia. She'll be constantly watching us!"

"Never mind that!" said Hermione, impatiently. "Finish reading!"

"Your group is…"

"Stop being suspenseful already!"

"Alright! Sorry Hermione! Potter, Granger, Weasley (R.), Weasley (G.), Malfoy."

Ron looked sick. "At least we're with Ginny. And it's only one Slytherin, after all."

Harry continued. "You supervisor is…" he broke off, looking twice as ill as Ron.

"Harry… what is it?" demanded Hermione. She grabbed the letter from him. Her eyes went wide as she read the name. "Bloody hell! Professor Snape!"

Author's Notes: So, this is my first fanfiction and I don't know how y'all will like it, but that's ok. Anyhow, that's all I really have to say on the subject, save some notes to a few friends:

Cinny: THANK YOU LOADS for helping (a little); hey,

Myrtle: you know who you are, I don't hate Draco, after all, and I thought the ending was more to your taste, since you, like, worship Snape.

Galateagirl: I will never forgive you for naming me, but whatev. I'm also not forgiving the person who gave me that name (originally) for a LONG, LONG time (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE), but that's ok (again). See you.