Author's Note: Hey people...just letting you know, even though it seems like long time in the story, this chapter is only September 25th. Haha! I counted myself, and I'm pretty sure I'm right. I skipped about two weeks, because I just thought it'd be pretty pointless to keep on with the school routine, it would get boring for you guys and for me to write it. Oh, and be sure to go to the results, there's a picture of Sarah's belated birthday present (the necklace) in there. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I love this series! We all do! huggles reader Thanks for reading, be sure to rate and message.

Revenge Of The Misfits

Chapter 9

"Pass the milk." Ron grunted, and Sarah picked it up herself, tilting it and pouring the white liquid over both their cereals. School was miserable still, and Sarah found herself desperate for a change of routine. It was Monday, everybody hated Mondays. It was late in the morning, most of the people in the Great Hall were done with breakfast and heading off to class, while Sarah and Ron had both just woken up and completing last minute assingments.

"What's a hellebore?" Ron asked, and Sarah shrugged, shoveling more Cherrios into her mouth. She scanned the paper, having stolen it from a Ravenclaw girl that morning. ("It was literally hanging from her bag!") The headlines were all the same these days, Death Eater attacks, ways to protect yourself from Inferni and other things, leaflets had been sent to everybody two summers ago on basic safety procedures. Aunt Marty said that it was all rubbish, and that if a Death Eater wanted to impersonate her (unlikely) then he'd probably think to ask her what the French word for "boogie" is. James, on the other hand, had gone pratically beserk, setting insane wards and alarm spells all around his trailer, if anybody so much as opened their mailbox they'd be a hexed pulp within five seconds. Sarah had found this out the hard way when she walked in unannounced to borrow a book.

Otherwise, people went about their daily lives, at least those of Thames Crossings did (the trailer park where Sarah lives, located within a ten minute walk from the Thames River)

"Huh?" Sarah asked, realizing that Ron had been talking to her.

"I said, d'you think we should head to class now?" he repeated, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah." Sarah answered, pushing her seat back and standing up. She streached her long legs, before hearing the bell ring out across the grounds.

"Shit." they both said at the same time, then started laughing, taking their sweet time walking down to the dungeons. By the time they pushed open the heavy gray doors, class had been started for twenty minutes.

"Your late." Slughorn announced. "For the tenth time. I'm sorry, detention tonight for both of you. My office, eight o'clock." And returned to teaching class, Sarah and Ron took their seats behind their cauldron of Felix Fecies.

"Be sure not to add the arcanium before the heath root, or you'll get an undesirable reaction, to say the least..." he said, making a explosion motion, and imitating the sound before opening the indgredients cupboard with his wand and setting them to work. Ron got up to gather the potion indgredients, while Sarah got out their tools and reviewed the steps they'd need to do. The quickly set to work, because the directions called for all the indgredients to be added within fifteen minutes. Soon, finished, the collasped in their chairs to let the potion simmer for half an hour before adding a few more touches. At the rate the friends were working, they should be finished by the end of next class.

"So, what are you going to use your half of the potion for?" Ron asked, propping his elbow on the table.

Sarah shrugged again. "Dunno. I'll just take it on some boring old day, then see what'll happen."

Ron nodded. "I think I'd want to take it the day of some really great Quidditch game, or the day of the World Cup, and bet a load of money!"

"Isn't there some law against that?" Sarah disdainfully remarked, and Ron crossed his arms.

"Like you worry about laws when you decide to party or gamble." He snorted, remiscising of all Sarah's tales on her's and James' adventures. Class was soon over, and the rest of the day quickly blew on like the roaring wind outside, rattling the windows of Gryffindor common room. Sarah was wondering what Slughorn would make her do for detention, hopefully not anything too horriable. She had become one of his favorite students, beside the fact she was a Gryffindor and not a Slytherin.

"Sarah," Seamus called from across the room. "Coming to dinner?" Sarah quickly hopped up and followed him out the portrait hole and to the Great Hall. It was spectacular as usual, the sky dark from the steadily shorter hours of daylight. Torches cast beams of orange light across the large room, painting everybody's skin orange. Sarah scanned the hall, waving to people she recognized. Once all the teachers were seated, the gold platters filled with potatoes and meat, with many side dishes from trecale tart to a foreign pudding. Everybody dug in right away, stuffing their faces with the food. Sarah finished quickly, and immediately went back for seconds. Soon, the sound of scraping chairs filled the hall as everybody headed back to their common rooms.

Sarah walked back alone, tucking her hands in her pockets, whistling softly as she went. She climbed up the staircase, hopping over the vanishing steps with care, not wanting to make another mistake that would get her stuck for however many hours. Approaching the portrait of the Fat Lady, Sarah said the password (Capuntus animas) then walked over to the table which had all her homework stacked on to it.

It was a lot. Twelve inches potions essay, herbology test to study for, Conjuring spells to pratice, Care of Magical Creatures drawing to finish, Dark Arts chapter to read, divination dream diary to complete, and who knows what else was piled up there. Sarah grabbed some parchment and her Potions textbook, dipped her quill in ink, then began to write. About three hours later, she was finished with the essay, struggled through conjuring up a needle, and had read the chapter for Dark Arts, Sarah was reviewing for herbology when Ron and Harry sat down in front of her.

"Take a break. You'll collapse." Ron seriously told her, and pried the book from Sarah's fingers. She rubbed her eyes, and looked at the clock to see that time had really passed by unnoticed.

"Urg...homework should die..." Sarah moaned, resting her head on the table. "And I still have that stupid dream diary to do."

"Well, we can help with that!" Harry said, grinning, and picking up a piece of paper and a quill. "Let's see...September 6th, I drowned in the lake."

"That's not creative at all!" Ron objected, snatching the paper away.

"Hey!" Harry protested, and Ron picked up the quill.

"September 7th, I got drunk and kissed Snape." he scribbled down.

"I did WHAT?! Who's Snape anyways?" Sarah yelped, Harry and Ron exchanged mischievous glances.

"Next day, I was ate by a giant marshmellow after drinking tea with my great-great-great-great-great-great grandma." Harry wrote next. "Creative enough for you?"

"But how would I know it's my great-great-great-whatever grandmother? She'd be ancient!" Sarah exclaimed, and Ron shrugged.

"Just go with it." he remarked before turning back to the homework. "You make one up, be able to say you did something."

Sarah sighed. "Okay, um..." Her eyes wandered around the room looking for an idea, but they landed on the many-handed magical clock hanging on the wall. It read eight fifteen. "Oh, crap! Ron, we gotta go!"

"Huh?" he asked, raising his red haired head from the table. "Oh, no." he groaned, voicing a quick apology to Harry, and grabbed Sarah's wrist and rushed out the common room through an incredible maze of secret staicases and passages behind portraits and tapestries. At first Sarah tried to follow and estimate where they were, but the combination was mind-boggling, so she gave up and let Ron half-drag her most of the way. Finally, they burst out from a apparent wall in the dungeons.

"We made it!" he wheezed, both teenagers were winded from running the whole way at top speed. Their breath formed small, crystal clouds in front of their faces from the icy temperature of the depths of the dungeons. Sarah shivered, and drew her robes around her slender frame to warm up.

"This way," Ron announced through chattering teeth, already several feet down the stone corridor. He motioned for Sarah to follow, and she jogged to catch up. The friend's footsteps echoed loudly, as the corridor grew progressively darker. Soon, they both had to feel along the walls to know where they were going.

"Oh, this is insane!" Sarah snapped, and felt around in her robes for her wand. "Lumos!" And a small, blue-white light ignited at the tip, casting thin shadows down the hallway. Ron copied her, and they began to walk again, feeling rather stupid for not thinking of that sooner. About five minutes later, they reached Professor Slughorn's office, and knocked on the door.

"Late, yet again." the man's voice called, slightly muffled, through the cedar door. "Come in."

Sarah and Ron exchanged glances, and Ron poked his friend in the back, motioning for her to go first. Sarah shot him an incredulous look, pointing for him to go first. They had a silent mouthing and hand motion fight for two minutes, before Ron gave in and went first. "Good evening, Professor." Sarah politely greeted, standing about a foot away from the doorway.

"Good evening yourself." The professor replied, chuckling, marking an "Exceeds Exceptions" grade on the top of an essay. He placed his eagle feather quill carefully into the cup of ink, then looked up at the students.

"Your task will be to test the Euphoria Elixer that my sixth year students finished earlier today. Don't go testing one that looks certain to cause death or some other nasty side effect, you should know the requirements for a good euphoria elixer by now. Record the grades in here," he held out a grade book, which Ron took. "The cupboard is unlocked, where the bottles are. Get started, so you can leave early."

Slughorn shooed them from his office into the classroom, and shut the door with a loud bang, making Sarah jump a bit.

"Hey, at least it isn't the Polyjuice potion or something." Ron comforted her. Together, they got all the bottles out from the cupboard, and placed them on the table. Sarah picked up the first one, which looked safe to try. It was sunshine yellow, and made her smile a bit from looking at it.

"Evan Lockwood, Ravenclaw." she read to Ron, who looked for the name in the grade book.

"Found it!" he announced. Ron picked another good looking one out, and they both eyed the potions, wondering if within ten minutes they would be bouncing with joy, or laying on the floor having seizures. "Well, cheers!"

"Cheers!" Sarah answered, clinked the bottles together, and drained her's like most would drink a beer. She smaked her lips, the potion tasted a bit like rice to her. A few seconds later, she felt a bit happier, and felt the worries of the Triwizard Tournament, her growing mountain of homework, and the war begin to evaporate. "This is a good one, give it an Outstanding."

Ron drew a face at the taste of his, but did feel a bit happier. "I feel happier, but it tastes like liver. Give it an "A."" After marking down the grades, the friends picked another potion, and tasted it. Sarah's tasted a bit sour, and she didn't feel any happier. The color was a filmy yellow, so she gave it Acceptable, and moved on. About an hour later, twelve bottles were lined up and empty, which were the good ones. Ron was feeling extremely happy, and Sarah who had drunk most of the potions, was currently singing the Canadian national anthem while skipping around the room.

"Oh, Caaaanaadaaa!!!" she sung happily, while Ron grinned broadly at her antics, before joining in. Professor Slughorn opened up his office door, looking slightly annoyed.

"I think that's enough happy potion for you both. Now, quiet!" he told them gently, and Ron sat back down, still grinning madly. Sarah simply launched into the second verse, even though she only knew half the words.

"With glloooowing hearts we see theee rise!!! Something...something something...OOOOH CANADA!" she sung cheerfully, Ron humming lightly along. Professor Slughorn checked the clock, and it read nine fifty.

"You've done enough, go back to your common rooms. I'll see you in class." he happily sent them off, Ron yawning since the effects of his four tiny sips of potion wearing off, while Sarah had chugged down eight whole bottles.

"Try to keep her undercontrol, will you?" Slughorn asked him, before shutting the door. He rolled his eyes, then gazed down the corridor at Sarah who was busy making bubbles with her wand while running in a circle.

"Come on Ron, it's fun!"

Ron considered what to do for a minute, then he pulled out his wand and exclaimed "Silencio!" And Sarah hopelessly mouthed the words to "Oh, Canada!" again. He was also forced to hold her hand like a little kid, to keep her from running off to smell a weird sleeping portrait again. The red haired wizard lit his wand, and held it above his head to see down the dark corridor.

"Turn that light off!" an old monk muttered, to the agreement of all the other paintings. "We're trying to sleep!"

"Sorry," Ron muttered, and continued to drag Sarah along to the common room. Thankfully, they didn't come across Filch, Mrs. Norris, or any other patroling prefect or teacher. That had just occured to Ron, he was supposed to be partoling, even though somebody else was Head Boy. Oh, well.

Finally, the duo reached the common room, and snuck quickly inside.

"Where have you two been?" a female voice snapped from in a high backed armchair, it was Hermione, clad in a sky blue bathrobe and slippers.

"Detention," Sarah quickly answered, the effects of having too many Euphoria Elixers worn off by now. She also looked into Ron's eyes, and he stared right back ackwardly. "You know, you can stop holding my hand now?"

"Oh," he muttered, letting go, while blushing madly. Sarah giggled lightly, and Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, good night then."

"See you tomorrow!" Sarah chirped back, and lightly bounced up the stairs. Hermione darkly followed, Ron could nearly see a rain cloud hovering over her head. Ron turned and walked up the staircase, so nobody noticed a small figure sitting on a cushion in the shadowy corner, who had been watching it all.