A/N: I will not be doing too many Author's Notes for the simple reason that I don't want to. But, I would like to remind you that this is only a prologue, the next chapters will be a lot longer. Also, I won't be continuing this story unless I get a review saying that you want me to. So please review! Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Diaclaimer: I do not claim to have invented any of the characters for almost all of them belong to J.K.Rowling. I am merely inventing the turn of events and a few characters along the way. Thank-you J.K.Rowling for the most wonderful decade of my life so far.

Chapter 1 -

That morning as I peeled open my eyes, preparing myself for what I knew would be the dull glow of 6 am, I was surprised to find that it wasn't needed. Rays of light cascaded down from the rustic windows I have grown to love. Shocked, I turned to face the silent alarm clock on my bedside table. One look at those LED digits and I was off. A heated string of curse words escaped my lips as I sprinted to the bathroom I shared with the seven other girls who were staying in the 7th Year's dormitory. I paused to let my head spin wildly about, shaking with fury, I almost laughed at the sight of the neatly made beds that surrounded me. They were immobile, and yet I could feel their existence, silently mocking me in my obvious rage. 'Why didn't they wake me up?!'

They are going to get a mouthful all right, I said aloud. Though inwardly, I let out a cry of panic which was quickly overshadowed by my beating heart.

10 minutes later, however, I was out the door- a blur of red hair and green cloth. It was the first day of my seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and I could already smell the possibility of detention. Now I'd tell you more about this first week, but unfortunately I cannot. My mind tends to block out the things I normally wouldn't want to remember. I can't even tell you why it was that none of my friends had decided to wake me up that first morning. I honestly can't remember.

So here I sit, slouched on the deep red blob I know to be the couch in the Gryffindor common room. Two essays are what will welcome me if I decide to complete my homework on the first night of the weekend. 'I've always liked the idea of procrastination', I said as I grinned.

'Have you now?' responded a voice from behind.

'Go away.' I said, my voice indifferent.

'No.'

'Look Potter, I'm not ready to deal with you just yet, ok? I've had a pretty tiring week.'

'Let me ease your troubles.' He said with a crooked grin.

'No.'

And with that I left, racing up the stairs, though only to come to a full stop when I reached the 7th door.

'Potter!' I shrieked.

'No need to scream bloody murder.' He replied calmly, his voice barely audible coming from two flights of stairs lower.

Normally I am quite a shy girl, you see, but when someone actually goes out of their way to irritate me it tends to invoke a little anger. You know the feeling? Well my reaction was something like this: 'AARRGGHHH!'

Not long after this battle cry a thump could also be heard. This was of course the sound of a frying pan hitting the head of a certain 7th Year boy. Don't worry, I bewitched in 2nd Year so that it to only gives a large headache. Let's just say that I have dealt with these kinds of problems before. Hehe.

It turns out half-dragging Potter to the infirmirary really did ease a bit of my troubles. I was finally able to start my homework, too.

Peace at last.