So i'm at it again!

Prologue
"I can't believe I'm late!" A curly haired beauty screeched. Beside her a blanket was thrown down and an angry blonde, flushed to the core, with an unusual bed-head growled at her.

"Hermione Granger I swear on my favorite robes that if you don't stop waking up at four in the morning screaming I will kill you." Lavender was rolling herself to the edge of her bed and grabbed her wand, "Accio blanket." It flew up about her and she sighed deeply as she sunk back down in her mattress. "I mean that..." She mumbled before falling back to sleep.

Grunting, Hermione grabbed her books and wand then left for the library. Something was going wrong at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and she was going to figure out what. All she knew was that there was an echo of hate diminishing smiles and friendships, and that it had all arisen at a quidditch game the prior week. It had been Slytherins against Gryffindor in a deathly match, but the outcome was not even close to being as frightening as the atmosphere. True, it was the first game in Harry Potter's reign that the green and silver house had triumphed over the lions, but that hadn't been the talk of the school; no instead students discussed how the dark clouds looming above had suddenly descended practically beneath them, the plants had wilted right before their eyes, and a rain that was as sharp as glass had sped at their faces. The staff had insisted on going back into the safety of the castle, but once hearing such an uproar among the crowd and players they gave in and held their tongues. The game had been a close one, and no one had even seen Malfoy fly at unimaginable speed toward a golden item, or Harry get caught up in between a bludger and a Slytherin beater. All that was heard was Madam Hooch's whistle blown and a loud din of thunder: two seconds later the brightest flash of lightning shot through the sky, blinding every person, whether their eyes were open or shut. Hermione shook her head, because sadly that was exactly when everything went downhill.

Bounding a corner, Hermione heard a soft conversation billowing from a darkened room. The door had carelessly been left open and curiosity called to her. "Besides ignorance killed the cat, curiosity was just framed." She muttered to herself as if to be convincing, oh how wrong she was.

"You evil ass!" It was McGonagall's voice that was laced with bitterness.

"Well if you weren't such a bloody prude, then perhaps this wouldn't have happened. What in the Dark Lord's name are we going to do!" Snape responded back, with just as much ice inking his tone.

As Hermione moved in closer she became more and more nervous, noting that this might actually be a conversation that she really didn't want to hear. From her position she heard desks being shoved about, scraping the stone floor, and something fall with a 'thud.'

"Oh great, now look what you've done, you incompetent di-"

"THAT WAS NOT MY FAULT! You are the one who did this to her!"

"For good reasons." McGonagall snorted without a trace of feminine demeanor.

"Would you mind stating them. Or was it purely jealously?" Hermione could just hear the smirk that was most likely staining her slick professor's face.

"Do shut up." A muffled voice emanated from somewhere in the room. It was unrecognizable but the Gryffindor girl could tell that the teachers didn't like that person being awake. A crack resounded and Hermione had to stifle a gasp when she peaked around the corner and saw Madam Pomfrey lying stiff as a board. She immediately recognized it to be the same uncomfortable state that she had inflicted upon Neville in their first year. "Next time I catch you two alone together I'll make sure neither of you are able to move your petty limbs ever again. Excuse me." Hermione panicked and not a moment too soon, she pressed her small frame as far against the cold wall as possible, accomplishing an obvious, but successful, hiding place. Both professors walked right past her, completely ignoring her presence. She breathed in relief, and yet she didn't feel entirely safe just yet, and for good reason too.

"Miss Granger, I thought you of all people would know the impoliteness of eavesdropping." An old man with the longest beard and the kindest eyes unfolded from beneath the shadows.

Hermione had to clamp a sweaty hand to her mouth just in order to keep her crude retorts a secret. Her eyes wide, worried of what was becoming of her, she shifted her weight and prepared herself for the worst.

"You truly are brilliant young lady." He shook his head, slightly amused. "I suppose by now you have realized the disruption among your peers and staff? Sadly, I believe you might be the only one, besides me of course." She nodded and waited for his explanation. "I'm sorry my child, but I don't have an answer. I can think of nothing that explains these awful altitudes. It is obvious that Voldemort is involved, but I dare not think that he has this much power."

"Well maybe you just are thinking hard enough then." She replied snottily. "Oh man I just can't stop it!" Slapping her forehead, she glared at Dumbledore as he chuckled at her. "And what is so funny old man?"

He ceased his laughing and shook is stark white head, "nothing my dear. That seems to be the problem." With a half smile he turned away from her and slowly left her alone.

"Wait!" He glanced over his shoulder at her. "Why doesn't it affect you?" She clenched her eyes shut, but her mouth opened involuntarily. "Or are you too high and mighty to be touched?' She looked at him in a pleading way, and he smiled warmly at her.

"I wish I could tell you. All I know is that one minute I am having a warm conversation with my fellow staff members, and then two hours later they are telling me how wrinkling my bum is."

"Two hours? You weren't at the quidditch match were you?"

"No, unfortunately I was detained by our sickly minister of magic."

"That is when it happened you moron." Hermione flinched quickly but quickly got over her.

"I see...can you explain to me exactly what went on." His face hardened in concentration.

"Uh well, skipping the non important Slytherin win, I guess there was a really weird weather problem." She paused to laugh coldly and then continued, "I think the gods were upset at how unfair that rigid game turned out...Y...e...a...h...anyway the rain was awful, and when the thunder sounded I can vouch for everyone when I say it made more of quake than when Crabbe and Goyle sit down. Then there was a bright flash of lightning, and that was it. Next thing I know, Harry is pulling on Ron's hair and Ginny calling me fat."

"Interesting. Now run along while I put my genius to work."

"Whatever you old bastard."

"Oh miss Granger how did you know I didn't have a father?"

"And that is why I am putting this experiment to test. Before you all leave for your classes a charm that Professor Flitwick and myself developed. The spell should dominate you physically. When you are on the verge of being rude or mean, so on and so forth, you mouth with clamp shut so fast that your brain will not even have a chance to complete it's transaction to your vocals. I am making the saying 'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all' have a literal meaning until I get down to the bottom of this." With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore had all the doors locked and the candles blown out. He cleared his throat and began a chant, "Claudo cellarius a cautus caste tu rabidus cohibeo. Claudo cellarius a cautus caste tu rabidus cohibeo." Over and over he repeated these Latin words for all those around him to hear. To his great relief he saw them by clumps fall to sleep, whether in their food or on their neighbor. "It worked..."

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