When Rowticus finally came to, the sunlight was streaming through the window.

"Get up! It's time to go to Potions, if we are late, then Snape will blow a gasket!" exclaimed Draco, shaking Rowticus awake.

"What about breakfast?"

Rowticus's stomach grumbled at the thought of food.

"You slept through breakfast, now come on!"

A well of tears expelled out of Rowticus's eyes, if only he hadn't gone for that bean, then he wouldn't have missed a wonderful breakfast.

Speaking of which...

"What happened to the Bertie Bott's every flavoured bean?" he asked, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his robes.

"Well, it turns out it wasn't a Bertie Bott's every flavoured bean after all, it was a rat dropping," said.

Rowticus gasped.

A rat dropping? His father could animagi himself into a rat! Did that mean that he was there?

"Is everything alright?" asked Draco.

"Uh yes, I just remembered that we have to get to Potions!" lied Rowticus, and he ran out of the common room before Draco could ask anymore questions.

When he got to the Potions classroom, he was pleased to see that he was having this lesson with the Gryffindors.

Haha, this will make it so much easier to talk to Harry Potter now! He thought to himself, as he took a seat next to the boy.

"Hey, I was going to sit there," grumbled Ron Weasley.

"Sorry, you snooze you lo-" Rowticus began to say, when he saw the rat that Ron was holding, it only had four fingers! He knew right away that the rat was his father. He almost said something, but he decided against it. His father did not know that he had a son yet, because Rowticus hasn't been born yet, and he didn't want to do anything that could damage time in a way that was significant to him.

"Hello, I'm Rowticus Pettigrew," he greeted Harry. He hated how he had to be nice to this do-gooder. Oh well, if it meant fullfilling his plan.

Professor Snape asked Harry a few questions, but he didn't know the answer to any of them.

However, Hermoine did.

This shocked Rowticus, how could a mudblood have so much knowledge about the magical world? No one could read that many books that fast.

He didn't ponder on it long, because he had to snicker with his fellow Slytherins when Snape took away house points from Gryffindor.

The next class Rowticus had, was History of Magic, with Ravenclaw.

I could have been a Ravenclaw, I mean, I'm highly intelligent, and I love to read. I've already read four books this year.

Rowticus thought to himself, as he made his way to the History of Magic classroom.

There was Professor Binns sitting there, sleeping in his chair.

Oh well, Rowitcus turned to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle.

"So, what does Potter usually do in his free time?"

"Ugh, why do you care?" scoffed Draco, rolling his eyes.

"Maybe he's a fan boy," snorted Crabbe.

"Yeah, maybe he wants his autograph," laughed Goyle.

"No!" exclaimed Rowitcus, jumping up out of his desk. His face burned with embarrassment, and his eyes stung with tears.

"No! I want to know so I can prank him, I think we should take him down a peg or two."

Draco nodded.

"You're right, he struts around the school thinking he's all that and a bag of licorice lands."

"So, what's the plan?" asked Crabbe.

"The plan is..." Rowticus began to say, when Professor Binns woke up, and started teaching the class.

Ugh, Rowticus tried not to groan, he would have to wait for another time before he could discuss how to prank Harry Potter.

This could be a blessing in disguise, because he did not have a plan yet, on how to prank him, and this could be the perfect opportunity to think of one!