Next morning, Iris heard that the small Creevey boy, who liked to take pictures, had been the next victim. It had seemed that he was in the condition that Mrs. Norris; petrified.

In Potions that day, they had class in the dungeons, as usual and they were given the ingredients needed for the concoctions. Snape was making his prowl around the class and making his snide remarks to Neville who was having enough trouble without Snape being there.

In the midst of Iris making her potion, Snape had gazed into her cauldron and made a slight grunting noise, which seemed like a good sign coming from Snape, and walked off.

When Snape had returned a few minutes later to bully Neville over the mess he made, there was the sound of a firework being lit. Then there was an explosion in Goyle's cauldron which caused the Swelling Solution to spray everyone in the classroom who hadn't been expecting it. Iris had been one of the lucky ones and had ducked at the sound of the lit firework that must have been Fred's.

Everyone who had been hit had started to panic. Draco had gotten a face full of it and his nose had swell to an enormous size while Goyle had covered his eyes which had grown to the size of dinner plates.

Iris couldn't help but laugh at the chaos that it had created. Snape on the other hand was furious, "Silence! SILENCE! Anyone who had been splashed, come her for a Deflating Draft-when I find out who did this-." As most of the class came forward they receive some antidote.

"If I ever find out who throw this, I shall make sure that person is expelled." The tone in his voice could have easily killed. The bell rang and everyone was relieved to escape the tension filled dungeon.

In the entrance hall, Iris had caught sight of the notice board saying that there would be a Dueling Club with lessons starting that night. Iris could hear Seamus behind her, "They're starting a Dueling Club! First meetings tonight! I wouldn't mind dueling lessons; they might come in handy one of these days.

Iris stood with in the Great Hall with her fellow students had been waiting for the instructor who to Iris's great dissatisfaction was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart. Professor Snape also accompanied him.

"Now, Professor Dumbledore had granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club, to train you all in case you every have to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions-for full details, see my published works. Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape. He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now I don't want any of you youngsters to worry-you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear."

Lockhart and Snape faced each other and attempted to bow to each other but unsuccessfully. Then they had brandished their wands like swords. "As you see, we are holding our wands in the acceptable combative position. On the count of three we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill of course."

Iris heard Harry; "I wouldn't bet on it." she smiled at the snarky remark.

Lockhart had raised his voice, "One-two-three!"

Snape cried, "Expelliarmus!" Lockhart was blasted into the wall behind him as a flash of brilliant red issued from Snapes wand and hit its target.

"That was a Disarming Charm - as you see, I've lost my wand - ah, thank you, Miss Brown - yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy - however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see..."Snape was looking murderous. "Enough demonstrating! I'm going to come amongst you now ad put you all in pairs. Professor Snape if you'd like you to help me."

Snape had jeered at Harry and Ron, "Time to split up the dream team, I think. Weasley, you can partner Finnegan, Potter-." As Harry moved towards Hermione, Snape said, "I don't think so, Mr. Malfoy come over here. Let's see what you make of the famous Harry Potter. And you Miss Granger-partner with Miss Bulstrode."

As Lockhart and Snape made there way around, Snape had paired Iris with Dean Thomas. Lockhart's voice came from somewhere in the crowd of students, "Face your partners and bow! Wands at the ready! When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponent-only to disarm them-we don't want any accidents! One…two…three!"

"Expelliarmus!" Iris had reacted a little faster than Dean and his wand flew out of his hand. Snape, who was standing nearby watching, caught it before it hit the floor. He had a pleased look on his face as he handed Dean back his wand.

Iris had seemed to hear Draco cast his charm early. It had knocked Harry clean off his feet. Then Harry had yelled "Rictusempra!"

Lockhart screamed, "I said disarm only!"

In the middle of Malfoy's laughing fit he pointed his wand at Harry and chocked out, "Tarantallengra!"

Iris could still hear Lockhart over the commotion, "Stop! Stop!" His words seemed to be of no use for Harry's legs had started to involuntarily jerk about.

At this point, Snape had taken over, "Finite Incantatum!" Both boys had stopped completely. There was a sudden flash of green smoke over Neville and Justin Finch-Fletchley. Ron was holding up Seamus who had seemed to have been caught in the middle of an explosion and then there was Millicent and Hermione wrestling on the floor. Harry made to grab Millicent off of her.

Lockhart came through the crowd, examining the damage. "Dear, dear-up you go, Macmillan…Careful there Miss Fawcett…Pinch it, it will stop bleeding in a second, Boot-. I think I'd better teach you how to bloc unfriendly spells. Let's get a volunteer pair-Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you?"

"A bad idea," replied Snape, "Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the Hospital Wing in a matchbox. How about Malfoy and Potter?" Everyone had backed away from the center of the hall to give them some room.

"Excellent idea! Now Harry, when Draco points his wand at you, do this," He acted out a complicated looking movement and then his wand flew out of his hand. "Whoops-my wand is a little overexcited."

Harry had asked inquiringly to Lockhart, "Professor, could you show me that blocking thing again?"

Lockhart cuffed Harry merrily on the shoulder. "Just do what I did, Harry!"

"What, drop my wand?" asked Harry but Lockhart hadn't hear him.

"Three…two…one," shouted Lockhart.

Malfoy bellowed, "Serpensortia!" As he said it, a snake burst from the end of his wand causing a panic in the gathering of students.

Snape's voice came through the air, "Don't move, Potter, I'll get rid of it…"

As Snape made to move for the snake, Lockhart brandished his wand and shouted, "Allow me!" This must be a joke Iris thought, who would let him do anything?

Lockhart cast a spell at the snake but all that happened was that it flew ten feet into the air. The snake had aggressively made its way over the edge of the crowd and was staring at Justin. It bore its fangs at him as Harry moved towards it. He seemed to be speaking in a soft hissing language that was similar to a snake. The snake had backed down and retreated some. "What do you think you're playing at?" Justin exclaimed before running from the hall.

Snape took a few steps toward the now docile snake and had flicked his wand and the snake disappeared in a puff of inky smoke.

Everyone had been staring at Harry, including Iris. She had heard that language so long ago that it almost didn't seem real. The rush of memories was so great that tears filled her eyes.

Ron had grabbed Harry and dragged him from the Great Hall, "Come on-move! -come on!" Hermione was trailing after them.