* Happy Halloween! Also, it's the 35th anniversary of James and Lily's deaths, but on a happier note, its the 25th anniversary of when Harry, Hermione and Ron all became best friends! On a different note, we had a Halloween dance at school, and let me just tell you: Isn't asking a girl out to a gymnasium full of lights, loud music, screaming and coke spillages just the most romantic thing? Also there were two people dressed up as Hillary C. And Donald T. XD (their masks were scary as hell though)

Early in the morning, John found himself doing the strenuous task of reading a book while eating porridge. He had charmed the book so that it wouldn't get ruined in case he spilled some food on it, but he wasn't sure it would work. Hence, it was taking awhile for him to finish eating.

Clara and Ginger sat down next to him, with Hermione following a few minutes later. John didn't mind sitting with only girls, for most of the boys at Hogwarts were so bone-dead stupid. Though, many of the girls here were annoying too. He wrinkled his nose in remembrance of Pansy Parkinson whom he had crossed paths with this morning. Long story short, John hoped the school would put up those posters saying that some people were sensitive to awful-scented perfume.

Ginger broke the silence. "So, how'd the meeting with my brother go?" She noticed the blank stares and sighs. "I take it not well, then."

Hermione groaned. "Harry simply refuses to admit that he misses Ron!"

Clara nodded. "Yeah, though it's not like Ron has been a saint either."

"You can say that again," Ginger snorted.

"You know, maybe they're just growing apart. That also makes sense," John offered unenthusiastically.

Hermione shook her head. "Harry and Ron were best mates! They're supposed to be together forever. Just, some jealousy got in the way."

"You make them sound as if they were a couple," Clara noted.

"They practically are!" Hermione cried.

Ginger tapped the table. "Hush, he's coming our way!"

John turned to see Harry sit down next to Hermione, all glum-faced. John noticed that he didn't bother to eat anything.

Clara drew a large breath. "Divination class is a bitch. Don't know why I took it."

Ginger laughed nervously. "You thought you could be a fortune-teller."

John fumbled with his book, and it fell onto the floor. John stooped down to get it, and noticed that Harry was tapping his foot anxiously against the floor. John also noticed that Harry ignored wearing to of the same sock. One foot had a grey striped sock, the other one was a black sock.

John got back up, and set his book down. Hermione swallowed her last bites, and excused herself.

"Sorry, but I have got to go–"

"Mind if I come?" John asked suddenly.

Hermione made a weird sound in her throat. "Er…" she gave a sympathetic look. "Sorry, but I'm going to have to decline."

"Okay, let me try again: I am coming with you." Clara hit him on the side.

Harry cleared his throat. "Hermione and I just need to talk–"

"Great, then I'll join in on the conversation. No offense, but I really don't want to hear about My Little Pony," he glared at Ginger and Clara.

"My Little What?" Ginger whispered.

"No idea." Clara responded quietly.

"John," Hermione said a little for forcefully. "It's important."

"I bet it is, which'll make it all the more interesting. I'm curious as to what exactly is making Glasses here so jumpy."

Fixing his eyewear, Harry responded, " Just let him come."

Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it at Harry's glare.

"Come on," Harry said quickly.

Hastily, John picked up his book. He walked out with Harry and Hermione. John hadn't expected them to go outside, so he was confused when Hermione instructed him to put his cloak on. In the end though, it wasn't a big problem.

They walked out to the lake. The air was clean and crisp, and the clouds reflected off the surface of the black lake. Harry explained what he had seen with Hagrid. So, Harry Potter's first task was to fight a dragon. John was also concerned over the fact that Karkaroff might be out to kill Harry.

"Murder is literally the last thing we need this year," John noted.

Hermione grunted. "Murder is unacceptable in any case."

"You'll regret that one in a few years," John thought to himself.

"What?" Hermione snapped.

Evidently, John had spoken out loud. "Nothing," he sighed. John examined the veins on a leaf he picked up. Silently tracing his finger on the little lines, imagining the process of photosynthesis. The little veins created a leathery-looking texture that reminded John of the dragon issue.

"How are you going to subdue the dragon?"

Harry moaned. "I don't know! This is literally the reason why we're out here!"

"Well, dragons aren't known for being easy to defeat," Hermione said.

"Thanks Sherlock," John retorted.

She cast a venomous glance, but continued. "They're hide is particularly tough. Perhaps there is a charm we could use against it. Or something! We should go to the library!"

"Thank you," John said to the heavens. "Books are the greatest weapon to man," he reminded them.

"What? Am I expected to throw at it Standard Book of Spells: Grade 4? Or put it to sleep by reading it?" Harry asked acidly.

"Whatever works," John replied. The three began walking to the school.

"Whatever the case Harry, you will not throw the book at the dragon. That's–"

"Useless, I know," Harry finished.

Hermione huffed, leaving what reminded John of the steamy breath that Harry might come face to face with during his task. "I was going to say that's awful toward the book, but that works as well."

They reached the school, and walked to the library. Hermione immediately went to ask Pince where the books about dragon were, meanwhile John looked eagerly at some random books all around. There was one on Quidditch, another one on Wizarding construction, ah yes, and the the thriller How To Magically Sit on a Chair. John wasn't sure whether or not that was an actual reference book, until he realized that he was in the nonfiction section. People were crazy.

Hermione led them through the maze of books to a fairly used section about dragons. There were a couple other, younger Hufflepuffs looking at the pages in a dragon book flip themselves and smiling in awe.

They must be Muggles, John realized.

"Okay, let's get started!" Hermione urged. She plopped a huge book on the table they were working at and smiled.

John flipped through some books, reading as quickly as possible. There was something about a dragon bane, but that had been out of use for years now. It was venomous to the user. There were some charms, but the were way beyond even NEWT level, and Harry definitely could not pull some of these off. John was pretty sure even Dumbledore was even capable of performing the spells.

Harry put a book down, and John picked it up.

"There's nothing in there," said Harry.

John shrugged, and read the book anyway. He flipped all the pages, letting them whiz by his face. "Hm, you're right. Though, that chapter on dragon toes…" he shuddered.

Harry gave him an awkward glance, while Hermione glared. "Don't play around. If you want to help, help. Stop flipping the pages!"

"That's how everybody reads!" John protested. "I'm not Chuck Norris who forces the information out of the books!"

Hermione looked offended, and deciding to ignore him, snatched the book from his grasp and returned it to the table.

After some time on dragons, they moved on to different charms. That proved to be ineffective as well, as most of the charms weren't too dangerous.

"Oh no," Hermione whispered at one point.

"What?" John asked.

"Viktor is here," she muttered, jerking her head in Krum's direction.

"So?"

"So that means girls will be pining after him!" she said desperately.

John put a hand on his heart, er the one on the left. Wait, people only have one heart. "I am offended that you don't think those girls are into me."

Hermione wrinkled her nose, while Harry suggested that they get out. John sighed when he noticed a girl tying a Bulgaria sash around her waist.

The next day, John failed to see Harry join their class in Herbology, though John had been ten minutes late for that class. Clara was also looking more agitated than usual.

The following day after that, Hermione and Harry walked up to him quickly.

"Yeeeeees?" John asked.

"I need your help," Harry said.

"With what exactly?"

"The Summoning Charm."

John smiled, "Easy."

Woah, was he wrong. John wasn't sure how the teachers got by without blowing their heads off.

"Sh–" Harry began, then stopped at Hermione's glare.

"Chien," he finished.

John frowned. "Did you just call Hermione a dog in French?"

"No I didn't"! Harry defended. Hermione seemed to be in a foul mood for the rest of the Summoning Charm Practice session.

John was sure he never wanted to be a teacher.