A/N: I finished this chapter ages ago, with some help from my friend Isi (witchintraining), who somehow managed to remain sane through all my tipos… typus… typos, but through a combination of factors never got round to uploading it, and now I look IN SHAME at the date I last updated - 11-23-05 – and want to curl up and die with shame. BUT I will not do that. I will update! Here you go!

A/N 2: All I know about lemmings is that they follow each other off cliffs and that's probably a myth, but we'll build on that, shall we?

Ron was worried. A strange thing seemed to have happened to him. At some point, approximately three days ago, a strange urge had gripped him to try to discover whether Grawp really fancied Hermione. There wasn't much he could do about it if he did, seeing as Grawp was a giant, but he just really needed to know.

Unfortunately, as he was nearing Grawp's clearing, a small furry animal jumped out of a tree directly above him and tried to gorge his eyes out. This wasn't going to plan.

The lemming ignored Ron's feeble attempts at fending him off (he was never was that good at Defence), but sadly, as lemmings are small creatures, it could only reach his crotch.

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!," Ron shouted, "nasty little bugger!"

The lemming was surprised, as he had never met anyone who had a problem with his groin-grabbing tendencies. As Ron lunged at him he scampered away in that tempting way lemmings do and Ron, as so many people had been known to do, followed it blindly to his fate.

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As Ron lay at the bottom of the cliff, he contemplated this afore said fate. He decided in retrospect that he shouldn't have followed the lemming quite so blindly. He hoped Hermione would never find out about this.

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Neville had had a bad dream. In it he had dreamt that someone had been hurtling after a small furry animal over a cliff over and over again. He was pretty sure that someone had red hair. He was practically certain that that someone was Ron. He told Harry about this, but Harry wasn't interested. Harry, as a matter of fact, happened to be reading a certain, now hopelessly dog-eared, poetry book. And he was grinning. Grinning with glee.

Divination

What is the point?
I ask again – what IS the POINT?
That lady…
Calls herself a professor….
She can't teach for toffee!
Well, maybe for toffee.
Maybe I should try that.
Well, at least I'm not Harry.
She ADORES him…
Well, she adores fantasising about him…
Fantasising about his DEATH

Cheerful lady, she is.
Ah, well.
Maybe 'divination' will get more interesting by OWLs.
Doubt it, somehow.
I've half a mind to take a leaf out of Hermione's book…
Quit…
Trelawney would like that…
Actually, I think she would.
What is it about Hermione that makes people like her so much?
Don't answer that.

Harry's really losing it though…
Mental, he is.
Says he's seen the Grim.
I think that old cow's getting to him,
I'm sure he'll see sense in time…
Now for my Care of Magical Creatures lesson.
Hurrah!
Magic! Creatures! Care!
Care?
Who cares?
I don't…

By this time Harry was guffawing with delight. No more divination! Ever again! How good was this… And care of magical creatures! No more of that again either! Ever! Muahahaha… how long ago his 3rd year felt…

Time

One of the things we take for granted,
A thing that seems so small…
Time is mysteriously enchanted
So we hardly think about it at all.
I certainly don't.

Snape

Greasy hair, Greasy nose,
Greasy body and greasy clothes…
Snape is a thoroughly greasy guy,
A pillar of grease reaching the sky,
His greasy fingers itching to pry,
His greasy humour will never get you high…

If ever there was a man who was made of grease,
Snape would be the one.
Even his new fleecy fleece
Is greasy like a currant bun.
I think if I had a Snapey Snape,
I'd run to the moony moon,
Because he's such a greasy ape
He's like a foreteller of doom.

Yes, Harry thought. 3rd year was a long time ago. In the 3rd year he knew Dumbledore would always be there to protect him. He knew he was safe with Dumbledore there. He knew Dumbledore would shield him from harm and keep him safe. Or at least he thought he did. Harry just wished he knew what it was that had made his old head teacher trust Snape so fiercely, what had convinced him that Snape would never return to Voldemort. Throughout his school days he had thought Snape was 'up to something'; according to him and his friends Snape and Draco combined were behind anything unpleasant that happened at Hogwarts. And it never turned out that he was. Could there be a mistake – was there any loophole, any way that Dumbledore could still be alive? Harry shook his head wearily, trying to rid his head of the thoughts that had been plaguing him since June.

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At that very same moment in time, Ron was also shaking his head, vigorously. A rather obese looking lemming seemed to have landed on top of the woolly hat he was wearing to keep him warm and he was doing his best to dislodge it. He was also wondering how on Earth he'd manage to climb back up the cliff with a suspected broken pelvis, and somehow emerge looking the hero. Suddenly, the idea came to him in a flash of inspiration.

Hippogriffs

Hippogriffs, shimiffogriffs.
How I adore thee, hippogriffs.
If I had been blessed
With the gift of wings,
Then I would haunt you,
Oh Hippogriff things.

Majestic creatures of the sky,
You will always fly…
Out of reach.
Out of mind.

Out of darkness and into light,
Hippogriffs, I'll follow you with delight.
Shining feathers,
Pulsing wings,
Rulers of the sky -
The queens and kings.

Now the only question was how… was there any way… any way at all… that he summon a hippogriff from down here??

AN/ So how did you like it? Sorry it's not very long... I'll try better next time! Please R&R!