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Amy gave a short laugh. "SO THAT MAKES IT OKAY? 'IT WASN'T AN IRON, IT WAS JUST A MAGICAL STICK THAT IS CAPABLE OF KILLING PEOPLE!' THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER, YOU, YOU-" Amy took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, willing her eyes back from red to blue, and Amy knew that her hair was already back to normal. When she opened her eyes, she saw James, Sirius, and Tilly looking extremely disappointed for Amy didn't hurt him. Everyone else was just shocked. Amy glanced in her reflection; the welt on the side of her face was becoming larger by the minute.

"I'm going to the hospital wing." Amy said shortly. Before she went, she looked at Snape, who had a poker face. Amy glared at him, and took a few steps closer.

"I don't deal with stupid," she whispered before she spun around and headed for the door.

"Amy-" she heard someone call out. Amy stopped in her tracks, and turned slowly. This time, Amy knew her eyes her completely red, whites and all, but she didn't care, even with all of the yelling and gasps.

"What?" Amy said harshly. She glared at the whole class. Nobody spoke a word, even Professor Slughorn.

And with that, Amy left the room.

Sirius' POV

Sirius watched as Amy stormed out of the dungeon, a large, red, welt forming on the side of her face. The whole class was silent for a few more seconds, then a nervous chatter spread throughout the room. Sirius turned to Snape angrily, standing up and wand out, but someone else was already there, as usual. Lily Evans was sitting in Amy's spot, talking to Snape. Snape was hanging on to her every word, nodding at her. Sirius rolled his eyes. He forgot that little Snivellus and Evans were best friends. Sirius didn't sit down, and after a while, people started to notice.

"Sit down, you prat! People are staring," James hissed. Sirius, still glaring, slowly sat down. Snape smirked and returned his eyes to Lily.

"Look at him," Sirius spat. "He's acting like he's pleased or something. I just want to kick him."

"I've always wanted to kick him. Tell you what- I'm sure Amy's up for a bit of pranking as well. Let's give Snivellus a taste of his own medicine."

Sirius grinned wildly. "We're out of here in a minute. Let's go tell her of our brilliant plan."

"What plan? Am I left out?" Remus interrupted. Peter was closely behind him, and nodding. It was like Peter had planted himself there. Sirius didn't mind much. Yet.

"Give Snivellus a piece of our minds. Or, rather, Amy's mind. With her around, we look rather pathetic," James admitted.

Sirius leaned in. "Do you think they saw that? Amy's eyes?"

Remus rolled his eyes. "No, Sirius. We all blinked at the same exact time, and they all managed to miss it. What do you think the class has been talking about for the past ten minutes?" he said while they walked out of the dungeon, Peter rushing to keep up with them.

"Can you believe that little slimeball poked Amy in the cheek just to figure out if she was a Metawhatever-thing?" Tilly exclaimed angrily, walking next to Remus. "He's just desperate to prove that he isn't the dim-witted, greasy, weird kid he is." They all snickered. Finally, they had walked to the hospital wing. Sirius pushed open the door.

Amy was sitting in a chair across from Madam Pomfrey's. She was dabbing an ointment on the large welt on her face. Amy looked like she could kill. Amy's face brightened when she saw her friends.

"I reckon you'll be alright, the welt should be gone in about five minutes. Now, you don't wan't to miss anymore classes, do you, so you'd better get going-"

"Thank you!" Amy squealed and jumped out of the chair. "Ooh, Tilly, you've gotten my stuff. Thanks. How's little Snivellus? I want to know his condition before I screw him up so I can make a ven-diagram chart." James and Sirius looked at each other at the sudden outburst, but grinned none the less.

Amy's POV

They walked into Transfiguration. There, Professor McGonagall was seated at her desk, wearing a stony, stern face. "It is required from Professor Dumbledore that we have assigned seats. Stay there before I seat you."

The whole class groaned again, and waited in the back of the class.

"First, we have random 'student teachers,' then we have these random aurors. This is so weird," Sirius muttered to Amy. She nodded.

"Nathaniel Walkers and Amy Dawn," Professor McGonagall pointed to a table in the back. Amy looked up to see who else was moving. It was the creepy guy who kept at staring at her during her sorting. His sandy hair was in his eyes as he grinned at Amy with the same rather unnerving creepy smile he had given her the day before. Amy returned the smile, reluctantly. She settled down next to him.

"Tilly Turner and Ruby Smith."

Tilly and the girl with a pudgy face from her dormitory sat at a table in front of them. Amy gave her a sympathetic smile as Tilly turned to grimace.

"Remus Lupin and James Potter." They high-fived and sat at the table next to Amy's.

"Sirius Black and Cassandra Marks."

Sirius and the orange-head girl (Also from Amy's dorm) sat at the table two tables in front of James and Remus. Marks gave Sirius a smile and batted her eyelashes, and Sirius gave this wimpy half-smile. Amy didn't blame him; it was almost impossible to look at Marks and grin.

"I'm Nathaniel Walkers," the boy next to Amy said. Amy turned, her hair almost hitting his face. Amy inched away as he seemed to inhale the scent of her hair.

"Er... Hi. I'm Amy Dawn," Amy said slowly, making sure he was human. Nathaniel smiled.

"You're really pretty," he said out of nowhere. Amy blushed slightly and looked at her hands. "Thanks," she mumbled, smiling a bit.

"Can't deny the truth," he responded. Amy looked him in his hazel eyes and grinned.

"Why, you're looking quite dashing yourself," Amy said, teasing. Nathaniel chuckled.

"Attention," Professor McGonagall said. Amy pretended that she didn't hear.

"You're in Ravenclaw, aren't you?" she muttered, looking at his blue and bronze tie.

"Yep. I liked your performance as you desperately awaited your sorting, and how happy you were to be put in Gryffindor that you screamed and crashed into people at your table," he murmured as Amy flushed at the memory.

He's not all that creepy, Amy thought. Just really, really friendly. Amy giggled, for he was drawing a rather rude drawing of Professor McGonagall on a spare piece of parchment.

"Terribly sorry, Miss Dawn and Mister Walkers, did the middle of my sentence interrupt the beginning of yours?" Professor McGonagall said irritably. Amy flushed as Nathaniel shuffled his feet.

"Actually, we were talking before you were, so technically, no," Nathaniel said rather audibly. Amy broke into a fit of giggles, as well as the majority of the class. James and Remus smiled, but Sirius was stony faced and glaring at Nathaniel.

"That's enough, Mr. Walkers. Pay attention, now. If you listened to Professor Dumbledore during his speech yesterday, you would know that we are having student teachers. Only for History or Magic, Charms, and Transfiguration, of course. Here, we have a student fresh out of teaching school. His name is Samuel Hall. You will address him as Professor Hall. Say hello, class," she indicated towards a man who was hiding in the shadows. He stepped forward, and he had brown hair and brown eyes. He had a long scar running down his face, similar to Remus'.

"Hello," he said quietly. Amy saw that he also had a thin scar on his hand to his mid-forearm. Amy hated her scar, for it was really delicate, like an Achilles's heel. Amy didn't even like to think about it.

"Good Morning, Professor," they all mumbled. After that, the lesson was rather boring.

"That Nathaniel bloke? He seems like an idiot," Sirius growled as they settled down in the common room. Tilly and Peter had gone up to bed, for it was eleven forty-five. But James, Sirius, Remus, and Amy still needed their revenge on Snivellus. Amy raised an eyebrow.

"He's in Ravenclaw."

"So?"

"So," Amy said slowly, "He's wise and creative."

"Fine. But he tries to act all funny, and trying to make everyone laugh-"

"-He's not trying, he is funny. Why are we talking about a stranger? If you want me to say my opinion on him, fine. He's really nice, and rather funny, but also really creepy. Like, really, creepy. He kept on smiling at me yesterday, and he smelled my hair in Transfiguration," Amy huffed. James laughed.

"That's really creepy," Remus noted.

Sirius frowned a bit. "What is he, a pedophile?"

"Sirius, how come you seem to want to argue about a random person, but you couldn't care less about your father?" Amy snapped.

"My father wasn't a slang who crawled all over every girl he saw."

"God dammit, Sirius, we are ELEVEN. Stop acting like he tried to snog me. We still classify as children. Now, let's guide our conversation to the fact that a certain Snivellus is awaiting our dungbombs."

James and Sirius snickered as Remus smiled slightly. Amy stood up. "Get that cloak out, James. I wish we had a map or something," she muttered as James pulled out a silvery piece of cloth from his back pocket. Amy smiled as they all ducked under the cloak. They creeped out of the common room and roamed through the corridors of Hogwarts.

"Er... Amy? How exactly are we going to find the Slytherin common room?" Sirius whispered. Amy chuckled.

"Why would I want step near that place! I'm not going to their stupid common room. No, we're going to the great hall."

Amy barely noticed the confused looks on the boy's faces. Amy lead them to the large doors, which were open.

"This way," Amy whispered. She walked them to the Slytherin table. The plates were still out. Amy took out her wand and started hexing them with some she found in the library, which she fell in love away.

"I'm placing a vanishing jinx on these plates. Whenever they try to put food on their plates, it'll just disappear I'm placing them around the place where Snivellus and his stupid friends sit. That way, it just looks like their stupid. You guys place jinxes on their goblets and utensils."

James tucked the cloak in his pocket and started on some goblets at once. From what Amy could tell, he was muttering the incantation to make the goblets hit themselves against their heads. Sirius made all of the knives grow legs when they were touched, and Remus had the spoons and forks shrink every time they were touched, and shrink until they were impossible to see. (If you think that they aren't smart enough to do this yet, keep in mind that they the cleverest students to step inside that hall at twelve o'one in the morning.)

Snickering, they all rushed under the cloak and ran out of the hall, not wanting to be heard.

Next Morning

Amy sat down in between Sirius and Tilly. James, Remus, Sirius, and Amy all felt a bit tired, but pleased. Amy had started on her toast when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Amy turned.

It was Nathaniel, who had a big smile on his face. Amy grinned back.

"Morning," he said cheerfully.

"Hey, Nathaniel," Amy chirped.

'We have our first flying lesson today," he told her. "The Gryffindors and the Ravenclaws are assigned together."

"Great!" Amy said as Sirius mimed puking into his bowl of cereal. "I'll see you there, Nathaniel."

"See you," he said, patting Amy on the shoulder as he walked away.

"He's cute," Tilly noted as she watched him sit down at the Ravenclaw table. Amy rolled her eyes.

"How many times do I have to say this? We are eleven. I don't want to think of anyone as cute or hot for at least two years," she said tiredly. She glanced at Sirius, who looked slightly better at her comment. Then suddenly, they heard yelling.

Amy, James, Sirius, and Remus were the only ones who didn't look confused at the fact that the first year Slytherins had goblets beating them, miniature utensils floating in the air (Amy added the ability to make them fly at the last second), and the yells saying, "I can't eat anything! Are they trying to tell me I'm fat?"

Majority of the Gryffindors were doubling over with laughter at the sight of them. Amy saw a few seventh years beating their fist on the tables. Amy thought happily of Quidditch as she saw the harassed teachers trying to calm everybody down.