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Warning: Few swears spread throughout the story…mostly from Alex…yeah…

:NON-CANON COMPLIANT. Some of the events will be mixed up because it's hard to keep track of minor events and stuff like that concerning the Golden Trio, although a bit of the beginning dialogue when they're in the Hog's head is from The Order of the Phoenix.

I started the day with a shirt thrown at my face.

Sputtering and pulling away the offending piece of clothing, I looked up and regained my senses. In the room, Parvati and Lavender were scrambling around, throwing clothes everywhere while somehow brushing their hair. I groaned. Just looking at them made me feel so tired.

"What's with the hurry?" I asked groggily.

"There's a Hogsmeade trip today!" Lavender exclaimed. She didn't even bother to glance at me before throwing a purple pair of pants towards me. "Whoops, sorry!"

I groaned again before throwing the pants into an ever-growing pile of clothes in the middle of the room.

"A Hogsmeade trip?"

Parvati -bless her, really- forced a smile. "It's a trip to the only all-magical city in Britain. How do you not know by now? It's our third one." She said it in the kind of voice where she expected me to already know this stuff and that I should stop asking her about it.

Oh. Was that it? I feel like I slept through those days.

I raised my eyebrow. "That's cool. Maybe I should go too."

It was then that Hermione came through the washroom door, dressed in a jumper and jeans, and her hair in a towel.

"Do you have your permission slip with you then, Alex?" she asked, and headed over to her bed, and started drying your hair.

I stifled a laugh. "Permission slips. As if those would stop me."

I stood up and went over to my trunk and waved my wand around. Clothes started to lift themselves up, and tried to coordinate into fashionable outfits. I flicked my wand and one of the outfits came up in front of me. It was decent, but in that colour? Hmm…, not worth it.

I could feel Hermione's disapproving stare behind me.

"Alex," she started. "You really shouldn't go without a permission slip. It's against the school rules, and I doubt Umbridge would let you off easy if she caught you."

I had just flicked another outfit to the side, and looked at her. Right, the pink menace. She was making life hell for all of us. High Inquisitor, my ass. She was more like a dictator. Alongside the torturous detentions, she didn't teach properly (and I couldn't afford to slack off, dang it), and she spent whatever free time she had breathing down everyone's necks. Ugh.

With a pout, I flicked my wand to the side, discarding another outfit. "I mean, I could always turn invisible and sneak out."

I'm pretty sure Hermione rolled her eyes. "Do you really want to get into trouble, Alex?"

See, that answer would usually receive a grunt indicating my apathy. Then I realized what got me into this situation in the first place. I flicked my wand down and all my outfits returned to my trunk. With a grunt, I flopped onto my bed.

Ugh. Hogsmeade actually sounded interesting.

"I'm sure you can do other stuff around here, Alex." Lavender said. I turned onto my back and sat up. She had finally finished dressing up into a cute, pink dress, the sleeves hanging off her shoulders.

I hummed.

"You could go to the Quidditch Pitch, or practice some spells or something." Parvati added. She was on the ground rummaging through her clothes. I looked in slight amazement. Where did she keep all of that?

"Yeah, I guess so." I said. I felt kind of disappointed. Hogsmeade was somewhere new. Watching Lavender and Parvati, even Hermione, titter around made me feel like they were doing the thing rude people do where they plan things in front of you, but they don't invite you. There was a sinking sensation in my chest.

Hermione looked at me sympathetically. "Maybe another time," she said before leaving the room. I watched her leave. Parvati was now in the washroom and Lavender was preparing to leave as well. I stretched and sat up, putting on a random sweater and jeans. I then grabbed my sketchbook and pencil. Let's see if I can add another castle to my world. I let the door slam on my way out.

I never got to add a castle to my sketchbook. After leaving the Gryffindor dormitory, I headed to the Owlery to mail letters back home. It had been a long time since I've seen them and, dare I say it, I missed them. Thus, I was heading to the Owlery when I saw Max at the grounds near the Pitch. He was wandering around by himself – his friends all at Hogsmeade, no doubt- and waving his wand. I heard him mutter a few incantations.

"Max!" I shouted, and waved him over.

He grinned and came over, loosening his hold on his wand. "Hey Alex."

"What were you doing?" I asked. It's a surprise, but during my time here, I found that I could get along with Max. It must have been planning those pranks that did the trick.

"Just practicing," he said with a shrug. "Just watch, I'll become the Family Wizard and you and Justin will be stuck working at the Sub Station."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "As if I would give you the chance to get ahead of me."

"Well, Alex," he straightened his posture. "I'm almost one of the top students in Charms right now." He finished his statement with a wide, toothy grin.

I laughed. I wasn't trying to be mean (this time, anyway), but it wasn't exactly secret that Max wasn't smart, or academically inclined. I hunched over and held my sides as Max pouted and stomped his foot.

"It's true!" he shouted indignantly. "That crazy wizard in the wand shop was right! I actually am good at Charms. I just have to mess around with it first. Even Flitwick said so!"

I gradually straightened myself, a few chuckles escaping from me. "Seriously? Flitwick said so?" I asked.

Max nodded. "Yeah. I do the spells, he sees if I'm doing it right, and gives me points if I do! He's the best teacher I've ever had!"

I scoffed. "Sounds like he's just being nice." I countered. Pardon my disbelief, but not even Tutor could help him with his spells. I wasn't believing it.

Max pouted. "I'll prove it to you."

"How?"

"I bet you that I can go into Hogsmeade and come back without anyone knowing I was ever there."

My eyebrow rose. "But how are you going to do that if I know you were there?"

He rolled his eyes. "Everyone, but you."

"Alright. But let's make this even better. You and I have to go follow 'The Golden Trio', play a few tricks on them and each other without getting caught."

"The Golden Trio?" He scratched his head and squinted his eyes.

"Harry, Ron, and Hermione."

He nodded. "Okay. When I win, you have to do my essays for Potions."

"Well, you'll have to go to all the detentions I get in the future."

He stiffened. "Even Umbridge's?"

I paused. Umbridge was a real nut job, and no sane person would ever want to cross her. But, it's not like I was planning on getting detention from her anytime soon.

"All detentions, Max." I cocked my eyebrow. "Unless, you're scared?"

He frowned and gripped his wand tightly. "Okay then. I'm going to prove you wrong."

I smirked, and cast a Disillusionment charm on myself. "Are you ready to go to Hogsmeade, brother?" To anyone else, my voice would have come from nowhere, and would probably have freaked.

Max only cast a charm in reply.

Once Max set off the charm, we walked in separate directions, determined to follow through with the Golden Trio. I have no idea about Max, but this invisibility thing was hard. On my way to Hogsmeade, I had bumped into the few people, and other objects in my path. At one point, I had walked through a ghost, and was frozen for a few minutes, feeling like someone stuffed me with ice cubes. Ugh, not fun.

Fortunately, I made it, and I was now walking through Hogsmeade, looking for bushy hair or red heads. On my way, the pretty scenery almost distracted me. Hogsmeade was such a typical autumn aesthetic. The store windows glinted in the sunlight and student chatter filled the air. As I passed by a bar, the Three Broomsticks, the smell of roasted poultry and the sweet smell of soda wafted through my nose; warmth seemed to emanate from the building. And there was another station, full of bright coloured candies and were as small as a marble, or as big as I was. The candy called out to me, wanting to be eaten. Fortunately, I found Hermione's bushy hair in the crowd and proceeded to follow them.

I could hear them whispering, but I couldn't get close enough to hear properly. Unless I wanted to bump into them or something. Somewhere, to my right, I heard Max groan in exasperation. I smirked, and inched closer, swerving to avoid the people walking in front of me. Slipping my wand from my sleeve, I pointed it at myself, and muttered a spell,

"Atravesandus."

Smirking, I strolled through the crowd and ran through Harry. He jolted and nearly knocked Ron off his feet. With wild eyes, he scanned his surroundings, his breathing becoming more frantic by the second.

"Wha-What the hell?" he yelped. I stifled a laugh. His hair was more ruffled now, as he furrowed his eyebrows and looked for a culprit.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Ron and Hermione asked simultaneously. Ron had balanced himself, and Hermione scanned the road with beady eyes. Harry was still shocked, and at this point, I wondered if maybe Harry was the wrong person to prank. He seemed more traumatized than anything.

"Y-you don't think it could be You-Know-Who, do you?" Ron asked, a slight whimper to his voice.

"I-I don't know. This hasn't happened before," Harry clutched his robes tighter around him. I bit my lip. You-Know-Who? That was the wizard terrorizing Europe, wasn't it? I gulped. How had my prank been mistaken for that?"

"Don't worry, Harry, it's not." Hermione said, scrutinizing the snowy ground. "Look, here, there's footsteps. It was probably just somebody playing a prank. A stupid one, mind you."

"But, they went through me." Harry protested. He looked slightly calmer now, which eased my nerves. Note to self: no more going through people.

"There's probably a potion or a spell for that- it's fine. We should get going anyways." Hermione said, and tightened her scarf.

Ron nodded. "Yeah, chances are it's just my brothers again." He patted Harry's back. "You'll be fine, mate."

He nodded. "Okay, yeah. You guys are right. Thanks." He was completely calm now, and colour had returned to his cheeks. Before they could pass me, I dove out of their way, not wanting a repeat of what happened. I watched as they walked away. My eyes widened at the Trio's new additions: each had a different animal tail. Ron had a dog tail, Harry a little dear tail, and Hermione had a sleek otter's tail. I stifled another laugh. Okay, even I had to admit that Max got them good. Other students had taken notice of the Trio as well, as they walked down the street.

Not wanting to lose sight of them, I followed.

As they continued to walk through Hogsmeade, the village became sparse, and the buildings turned rickety, reminiscence of the Leaky Cauldron. They turned right on a street, and soon entered a small, dingy bar, that reeked of more alcohol than the clubs in New York. I wrinkled my nose. What were these three doing here? Sighing, I followed them still.

Upon entering the door, the smell of goat hit me. I grimaced. Talk about unsanitary. The place was empty, the only people there was the bartender and his cloaked customers. I gulped and shied away from them. The trio ordered their Butterbeers and sat at a table furthest from the entrance.

"I don't know about this, Hermione. Hasn't it occurred to you, that Umbridge might be under that cloak?" Harry asked, taking a small sip from his mug.

Hermione glanced over at one of the women who sat at the far end of the bad. I snuck in for a closer look. Nope, definitely not the toad.

"Umbridge is shorter than that," Hermione said. "Besides, I've checked the school rules. There is nothing there that says we can't come here, and have a meeting. We're not out of bounds. I've looked up everything I know about study groups or homework groups. They're definitely allowed. I just don't think it's a good idea to parade what we're doing."

"Yeah, considering that it's not exactly a homework group that you're planning is it?" Harry asked, shooting her an accusatory stare. I perked up at that and smirked. What were they up to?

I slid into a chair next to them as silently as I could. Interesting or not, I wasn't going to take Max's detentions for him. Striking my wand, a bit in Ron's direction, I muttered a heating spell.

"Ah!" Ron yelped and fumbled with the mug, a few drops landing on him and Hermione.

"Ronald!"

"Sorry! It felt hot for a moment, there!"

"Shh, you two," Harry said, and glanced around. I let out a breathy laugh. None of the other occupants in the room took notice. I heard a creak besides me, and the dust on the table moved. I smirked.

"So," Harry said, regaining his composure, "Who did you say was meeting us here?"

Hermione didn't meet his eyes. "Just a couple of people."

It was that moment, that the door opened, and a wave of students flowed forth, and filled the dingy space. My eyes widened. That, that was not a couple of people. Harry seemed to share my sentiment.

"Hermione!" he hissed at her. "A couple of people?"

Ron stepped forward. "Hey, mate. It's not her fault there's a lot of people that want to pass the toad's class."

"Besides, Harry, the idea really was popular." She interjected. Then, she stood up, dragging Harry and Ron with her to the front. She turned to face the crowd, fumbling her hands. They waited for everyone to get a Butterbeer- twenty-five in total- from the shell-shocked bartender. Once they were handed out, and greetings were exchanged, Hermione took the lead.

"Er, well, hi," she stammered, waving awkwardly to the crowd. "You must be wondering why we're here. Let's get started, shall we?"

By the end of her introduction, I had released my transformation, and hid myself within the crowd of students by sitting on the floor. A slow smile formed on my face. This ought to be good.

A/N: I was going to continue, but this is already seven pages. O.O And to think, yesterday, I couldn't find any motivation to write this at all.