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Chapter 10

Hermione

Then he said, 'A chance to get to know one another better… and to forge bonds that were previously blocked… This could be a great year for Hogwarts.' I finish writing, and tap the paper once, with my want, to signal that I was finished.

The page clears and after a few moments Ron's close to illegible handwriting appears. What do you think that Dumbledore means by 'forge bonds that were blocked' and all that? Are you sure this was that potion? He could be behind that musical bit that happened! He is rather odd! He has strange taste you know, and it comes from him being insane!

Ron, even if Dumbledore was behind this how else would you explain the muggle music? The very song, that Hermione says, she had on the screen then. I think that this is just some odd prank someone has chosen to start off the year with. Harry reasoned, his block-like handwriting coming in nice and clear compared to Ron's smeared mess of words. You could hear him reasoning with Ron through the page.

Harry is right Ron. Why would Dumbledore want students to run around and sing anyway? Besides, it is not as if this is going to happen again. It was probably a prank. Now it is time for our year to begin. Our first class of our last year, so let's be prepared shall we? I add feeling satisfied that I had made a good note I close the notebook.

I had added a little slip of paper on the back of Harry, Ron, and my notebooks before classes had begun so that we could talk privately without alerting those around us. Over the summer, I had found that there is a spell that allows us to talk without passing notes or talking during lectures. Since Professor McGonagall had stepped out to talk to someone and allow us to practice, I thought this would be a good opportunity to tell them all about what had happened earlier with Dumbledore, Draco, Ginny and the rest of the prefects.

Everyone quickly quiets down as Professor McGonagall comes back into the room and walks to her desk. "Everyone, please settle… oh you're settled, wonderful. I have just been informed that we have nothing to worry about. Those students from earlier are found and fine, and there was no curse that could have effected them into doing this. I was told that we also know the cause. We will soon find the source and see about fixing it so that nothing like this will happen again." I looked back at Ron and Harry, who were sitting right behind me and gave them a short nod, which they both returned. Turning back to Professor McGonagall and picking up my quill I got ready for the opening lecture. "Now then, we will continue the discussion of what we will be learning this year, as seventh years you will be deciding what you want to be when you leave school. You will also be taking your N.E.W.T.s and you will also, of course, learning how to be responsible adults-"

A boy off to my right let out an exasperated breath, though when I turn to look at him. Nobody did this to Professor McGonagall, even Fred and George knew better than to interrupt her speeches. I turn to see who this, supposedly, suicidal person was, but I found and amused Hufflepuff instead. Everyone turns quickly to see who the idiot interrupting McGonagall was. I have known Terence for a few years. He is the only Hufflepuff in my Arithmancy class. The fact that he was interrupting a teacher was astounding. Everyone held their breath as they waited to see what McGonagall was going to do now. She opened her mouth but no words came. Terence's smile grew, he stood, and as he did, his robe melted into a leather jacket that hugged his arms. He also had his shirt stayed, but unbuttoned some, and his black and yellow tie changed to a black, skinny one. His school pants changed to fitting black jeans and he climbed up onto the table.

Everyone began to stand with him. People looked to McGonagall, not with fear but with amusement as she tried to yell and move from where she was fixed, behind her desk. I felt a little satisfaction in that fact that she could not do anything to stop us. Wait, I was happy with this? Of course, nothing interesting ever happens on the first day anyways. I think to myself, settling back into a relaxed smile. I feel myself let go of the situation and stand with the rest of the class.

They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do

Everyone climbed all over the furniture, the tables, desks, windowsills, chairs, and Terence went to the front and got up onto McGonagall's desk, pushing her chair, which she was trapped in a few feet with his foot. He smirked as he turned back to us continuing. I feel myself shiver slightly and look down to see that I am wearing a black undershirt, and a fishnet long sleeve shirt over it, and my skirt had turned to one of those cut and ripped plaid ones my mother never liked.
Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
I wonder briefly why I would be wearing such gaudy clothes, and what would make me want to rebel. Something felt right and ok now. I can do anything… anything I like. I raise my fist into the air and start to cheer as Terence really started getting into the music, dancing around, stopping his feet, and leading us into the chorus. Everyone does as he does, some branching out and trying some more adventurous moves, others just shuffling their feet the best they could.
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
Everyone cheered, and laughed, clapping their hands or letting out whistles. I look back to Harry and Ron who are both jumping up and down with a few other guys from class, bumping into each other and laughing. Harry was in a loose black t-shirt with baggy jeans, that had two straps crossing behind his knees while Ron sported a tight t-shirt that showed off his Quidditch muscle and normal faded jeans under that, with a studded belt. They both turned to me and held up two fingers in a peace sign, I held up an imaginary camera and took their picture. Ron stuck out his tongue and Harry just laughed, his eyes actually watering behind his glasses. I turned back to Terence, once the fake picture was taken, to see that he was messing up his hair by rubbing his hands through it in a 'fast in furious' sort of way. He looked up and gave a few girls in the front a lop-sided grin.
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did

People began to raise their heads up, their hands following, and soon everyone, including myself, was yelling out the chorus with Terence orchestrating us with his arms wide open and his face smiling and laughing at our antics. One of his hands flew behind him in a wide arch and was faced toward the chalkboard. The next words seemed to etch themselves into place in all colors, and in different fonts until the board was covered in the brilliant design.
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
He let out a yell, Oh Yeah!
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
He didn't pause once as he jumped off the desk and ran up to the back of the room. Everyone cheered as he grabbed the stacks of paper that were back there; we grabbed our bags and books and threw them up in unison. The paper floated everywhere, it stayed up high and it floated away from anyone who was near it. People were jumping and waving their arms around trying to send it all back up to have it float back down again.
All together now!
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

Everyone burst into applause, and started to laugh, until the feeling left. Suddenly it was awkward, and no one could stand to be near or look at anyone else. Terence stood there, shell shocked, looking straight ahead. Soon others looked to see what had him so scared, and that is when I felt the blood drain from my face, because I did not have to look to know exactly what they were seeing. They were witnessing something truly frightening, and it was McGonagall's 'You will all LIVE in detention' face. The very one that students image happen right before you were probably sent straight down to where Flitch still keeps the toe-hangers, well oiled and 'nicely' kept, somewhere in the school. Where you would scream for days, and not be heard, by anyone who cared to let you go that is.

"Run for it!" someone yelled from an untraceable place in the middle of the room. Everyone sprinted towards the doors, grabbing what was left of their things, and summoning their books, while repairing them. Soon they were all running down the hall ahead of me, somehow I had made it out from Ron and Harry grabbing my arms and helping me from not being trampled. I saw Professor McGonagall storm out of the classroom, and stare at all of us leaving, and instead of the mortification that I was sure would follow, I felt strangely exhilarated. I started to smile, and soon I was laughing. Ron and Harry both joined in, and started yelling and whooping. Others around us all joined in and people began to poke their heads out of classrooms, and around corners to see a group of crazy seventh years all running away from the sounds of a screeching McGonagall. Our clothes began to melt back to normal as we all ran right into a waiting Professor Dumbledore.

"I see," he began, though he was smiling, our laughter and faces fell, "that we may have a bit of a problem here…"

A.N./ Hello All. It's the Nicole reporting live from the Nicole's actual home (shocking as this may or may not seem). The Nicole is so glad that we've all made it to chapter 10!!! The Nicole can't believe it, though the Nicole apologizes for the slow moving story…

The song that was used today was:

Teenagers – My Chemical Romance