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"POOF!"

When Harry woke up the next morning, he had the sudden urge to roll over and just go back to sleep. Unfortunately, Harry knew that he had classes that day that he could not miss. Harry groaned in a depressed manner, slipped on his glasses and sat up. He looked around and saw that Philomena was already awake and was looking at him expectantly. Harry glanced at his watch and did a double-take. Harry only had fifteen minutes before he had to take Phil to his classes with him. Harry cursed; Neville for making his leg rubber so that he had to take Skele- Gro, so that he had had a very difficult time sleeping, which in turn had led to him sleeping in late; under his breath. Phil looked mildly impressed, but ruined it by braking into a huge grin and chuckling softly.

Harry returned her smile and jumped out of bed. He hastily grabbed his Quidditch robes and threw them on over his pajamas (green with gold Snitches on them, incidentally made for him by Mrs. Weasley as a Christmas gift).

Harry turned to the girl in the bed opposite him, "Come on, Phil. We only have fifteen minutes before classes start. ... Why didn't you wake me up sooner? ... Ah hell! I've got a test in Transfiguration today, and that's my first class! Quick, hurry up. I have to run down to the common room really quick to change into my school robes.".

Phil got out of bed and ran to the doors with Harry. As they ran through corridors, up and down stairs, so on and so forth, Phil told him that, upon waking, she had discovered her wand on her bed stand. They finally reached the Griffindor common room and Harry gasped the password to the fat lady, who didn't notice them right away due to the fact that she was having a heated conversation with her witch friend Violet about a certain poltergeist and his recent antics (something along the lines of bewitched toilets that shouted insults at the occupant's bum). Harry repeated the password (pestering poltergeists) and stepped through the portrait hole, pulling Phil along behind him. Harry practically tossed Philomena into an armchair before running upstairs to change.

In exactly two minutes and thirty-three seconds, Harry came bursting out of the boy's dormitories and launched himself down the stairs, taking them three at a time. Harry preformed a quick scourgify charm on Phil's clothes, mumbling something about 'it doesn't matter ... it'll be O.K. ... they won't care about you not having robes ...'. As soon as he was done, he pulled her out of the common room as fast as he had in and they ran all the way to Transfigurations.

"Harry,... do you think that... well... are you sure that they wont punish me for my clothes?" asked Phil.

"Phil," Harry said, turning to face his new friend, "It'll be fine. I'm already late and we're having a test today, so I need to hurry up. Come on.".

With that, Harry pushed open the door to his first class and walked up to the front, still holding Phil's left hand in his right and ignoring the stares that he was receiving from his friends and enemies alike. Professor McGonagall was sitting on her desk in her cat form and was waiting expectantly for them to reach the front. Philomena was evidently looking around in search of the teacher when she spotted 'the cat'.

"Harry," Phil whispered, "Where's the teacher? Awww," sighed the girl next to Harry Potter, "What a pretty little cat.".

Harry was about to explain to Phil that that was not a cat when Professor McGonagall (obviously having heard Phil's comment on how pretty she thought the "little 'cat'" was) transformed back into her original state. This earned Harry a blast in the eardrums when Phil let off a loud (and rather high-pitched, may I add) squeak. A few giggles issued from the class behind them, causing Phil to blush slightly.

"Good morning Potter. Peters. So nice of you to join us in class on this lovely day. May I ask what delayed you?" Professor McGonagall said in an artificially cheery voice.

Harry said, "Sorry Professor. We were in the Hospital Wing as you know and I didn't wake up on time due to the Skele-Gro.".

"Did the Skele-Gro physically stop you?" asked the professor.

Phil looked utterly confused and said this. "You know what happened. I noticed that Harry wasn't sleeping well. That... what do you call it... Skele-Gro, it kept him up.".

Harry looked slightly embarrassed and decided to stare at his feet. It was only then that he realized that he was still holding Phil's hand. Harry dropped it hastily, a pinkish blush rising to his cheeks. He placed his hands in his pockets. Phil glanced down at where their hands were, until a few moments prior, entwined, and then up at his face, a similar blush appearing on her cheeks. They both turned back to Professor McGonagall at the same time.

McGonagall grinned. "Just go sit down. Ms. Peters," she turned to Phil, "Why don't you take a seat next to Ms. Granger. And Mr. Potter can take the seat next to Mr. Longbottom.".

Harry and Phil took the designated seats and Harry took out his book and wand. Glancing over at Harry, Phil took out her own wand seeing as she did not have any books yet. Phil turned to the bushy-haired girl on her left.

"Uh... Hi. I'm Philomena Peters. Phil for short.". Phil stuck her hand out towards the girl for her to shake.

"I'm Hermione Granger. One of Harry's friends." said Hermione after excepting Phil's offered hand.

"Oh! So you're Hermione. Harry told me all about you and a boy named Ron. Well not really. He told me that you liked to read and that you helped him and Ron not to fail in anything.". Phil smiled and looked around as if searching for a boy with the name Ron written on his forehead.

Hermione was trying not to laugh. She sincerely was. Unfortunately, her cool exterior failed her, and Hermione cracked up, earning her one of Professor McGonagall's infamous glares. Hermione shut up at once, but continued smiling as soon as the professor turned away.

"Ron's over there. The redhead. He's kind of hard to miss once you know what he looks like." said the girl with bushy brown hair, still smiling.

"Oh. Right." said the girl with strait black hair with light brown highlights. "I knew that." she said with a large grin.

The two girls now suffering from fits of silent laughter were slammed back to reality when Professor McGonagall asked everyone to please quiet down.

"Today I will quiz you individually as I walk around the room. I am going to start on my right and work my way left. I will be asking you to change the color of your own hair. No one,I repeat, no one is to change the color of anyone else's hair." she glared at the trouble makers in the room and they had the decency to become very interested in their shoes.

Harry managed to make his hair brown for a few seconds before it regained it's original color. Ron only gave himself pink highlights, which didn't exactly go very well with his flaming red hair. Hermione on the other hand, changed her hair blonde and kept it like that for the rest of the class. She was the only one to do so, and was scowled at by many others, including the boy, Ron. After everyone had been tested, Professor McGonagall walked silently over to Philomena.

"Ms. Peters, you don't have to, but would you like to try changing your hair color?" she asked, her tone unusually soft.

Phil glanced over at Hermione who smiled at her encouragingly, and nodded to the professor. McGonagall smiled at her, causing Hermione to frown, and Phil to smile back. She had learned the incantation at her home school, but hadn't really had time to practice it. She concentrated, pointed her wand at her head, and muttered the phrase. She hadn't been focusing on a certain color, but her brown highlights disappeared and her now full head of black locks turned red. On her left, Phil heard Hermione gasp. This broke her concentration and her hair regained it's normal color. Phil turned her confused face at Hermione who was rudely staring at her. Hermione realized that many people were looking at her and she stopped staring at Phil.

"Oh. Sorry. It's just... Oh never mind. It was nothing. Sorry." Hermione said.

Hmm. That was weird. Philomena wondered, I wonder what was up with that? I'll have to ask her later.

The rest of the class went smoothly, except for the fervent glances Hermione kept shooting at Phil. Philomena would really have to ask her about that.

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