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Harry was late for his first potions class. He sprinted down the hall, trying one more time to see if the classroom was this way. He bumped into Zeke.

"Come on" Zeke said, he grabbed Harry by his arm and pulled him towards a door that was half-opened. Harry peeked inside to see a lot of children inside of the potions class. Harry entered into the classroom, aiming towards the section the Slytherin students had gathered at. He didn't dare to sit anywhere near Zeke.

Zeke hadn't taken him being sorted into Slytherin all too well. He didn't have to say anything to Harry, his glares were enough.

Harry sat down by the pale, blond boy who was in his dormitory. He glanced over at Zeke who was sitting beside the only other Ravenclaw sitting in the room. Snape began with roll call (Like every other class) and like the other classes, Snape paused when it reached the Potters.

Snape had made it quite clear at the start of term banquet that he disliked Zeke. But now, Harry was gathering a feeling that perhaps Snape didn't like all Potters, even if Harry was into Slytherin.

At the end of class, it seemed the only student Snape liked was Draco Malfoy, the pale boy who sat beside Harry.

"So your brother's the Zeke Potter" Draco commented while Harry was picking up his books. Class was dismissed and the students were struggling to get out the door.

"Yes" Harry answered. He didn't glance at Draco or anything; he just wanted to get out the door.

"You're not like him are you?" Draco asked. Harry groaned inwardly. All day long people had bugged him about his brother, who he hardly knew himself.

"I guess not" Harry said with a shrug. Draco grinned.

"Well, then, maybe you're not that bad, Potter" Draco said before leaving.

Harry rolled his eyes, not quite understanding what the boy had just said.

The rest of the day was quite peaceful. The teachers hadn't had a less stressful day in forever. None of the students were goofing off (except for the Weasley Twins) and all in all everything was going much smoother.

Yet around five-thirty it all started to go a bit downhill. Neville Longbottom was sitting down in the library, reading the Daily Prophet. His gran sent him an owl saying his cousin Toby was in the paper. Sure enough on page four, there was an article discussing a new store that had opened in Diagon Ally. Toby and a few other employees were waving at the camera in the picture.

Neville smiled to himself, and flipped to the front page of the Daily Prophet. Gringotts Break-In Latest.

Zeke searched through the crowd of students to find his brother. He spotted the boy following Malfoy and his gang. He grabbed a hold of his brother, and pulled him away.

"What do you think you're doing hanging out with Malfoy!" Zeke shouted. Several of the nearby students stopped their petty drama to stare at another.

"Umm, I don't know, they've been much more helpful than you've been since we've arrived" Harry said.

Dumbledore stood at the end of the hall with McGonagall. "Hmm, what's your opinion, Minerva?"

"Are you sure you want to repaint the hallways, Professor?" She asked.

Dumbledore nodded his head. "The hallways have been this color for over hundreds of years. It's about time we change them" He pulled out a few pieces of different colors and magically levitated them near the wall.

"But I'm not precisely sure which one" He stated.

A loud piercing scream came from down the hall. Mr. Longbottom came sprinting, while hyperventilating. He was waving the Daily Prophet in the air.

McGonagall looked over her shoulder. "Albus, Professor Quirrell is talking to himself again" She stated.

Professor Quirrell looked quite shaken. He mumbled a whole conversation through the hallway.

"I've asked him countless of times to get some help" Dumbledore said. "Goodness knows all the man has gone through in his life. He just a bit too stubborn"

Neville ran around the corner, still screaming like a maniac.

"So what about the blue?" Dumbledore asked. Minerva looked a bit closer at the blue swatch.

Fred and George were hidden behind a statue. They had devised the most brilliant prank ever, and were in desperate need of a test run.

"Should we start?" George asked.

"About another minute" Fred told him.

A bunch of students were now surrounding the bickering Potter Twins. The two were in a scream fest. The two looked as if they were about to whip out their wands and curse each other, when a shrieking Neville sprinted right through them, pushing them and a few others to the grounds.

Professor Quirrell was shaking in his boots. "I'm sorry, Master" He whispered. "I just, I just, I just I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" He screamed the last part.

Fred and George had lit their little invention. It exploded a purple slime across the hallway, flinging it on Zeke, Harry and Neville. Some of the purple slime flung into Professor Quirrell's wide open mouth. His face turned a shade of green, and he started to gag at the nasty taste of the stuff.

The walls were now covered with the purple slime. Dumbledore and McGonagall stared at it; the two remained untouched by the prank.

"What about this color?" McGonagall asked, gesturing to the purple slime.

Dumbledore pondered it for a minute. "Umm, no, no, it would clash too much with the new rug"

Harry covered in slime, got up from the floor. "I'm just trying to fit in" He told his brother. The other students had made a run for it the minute they got covered in slime. Shrieking themselves, they ran to get cleaned up. The only students left in the hall were Neville, Zeke and Harry.

"I'm trying to help you" Zeke said "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort"

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks" He said coolly. He walked off away from his brother.