Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All by J. K. Rowling. Story idea by Fanf1cgurl

Scene: It's 2nd September, the day when school starts. The Hogwarts castle. Two boys: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, are running in the corridors. They are lost and late to class. The boys enter the classroom. The camera zooms to show a tabby cat sitting on a desk.

'Transfiguration! You were late and mistook Professor McGonagall as a cat. And she threatened you, right?' Bill asked looking at them knowingly.

Both boys answered in positive.

Professor McGonagall gave a death glare to the three. They cowered.

The cat is looking around. All the students are reading and writing something. Vincent Crabbe gives Draco Malfoy a sly look. Draco looks back. Hermione looks back and shakes her head exasperatedly. The door opens. Harry and Ron enter the room running.

Harry points Ron to enter quickly. Harry and Ron ran forward.

Ron: Whew! Amazing! Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face when we were late?

The said professor gave them a death glare. 'You were always late.' She said angrily.

'Well, Professor! There was Peeves who used to shout GOT YOUR CONK whenever we meet. There was Filch. There were the moving staircases. Anybody would have been late.' Harry argued.

'Yes Professor! And there was a warning about a painful death, Mrs Norris, the Ghosts.' Ron argued.

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes and nodded.

'Professor it was some 30 years ago!' Ron said.

'Okay! Okay! You two! Really!' Professor McGonagall said exasperatedly.

The cat jumps off the desk and changes into Professor McGonagall. The boys are amazed.

Ron: That was bloody brilliant.

The Muggles looked amazed as well. They nodded. Others were sniggering.

Professor McGonagall: Well, thank you for that assessment Mr. Weasley. Perhaps you would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket-watch! That way one of you might be on time.

Harry's mouth is open. He shuts it.

Harry: We got lost!

'Wait a minute! She told the same thing to us.' James sr. and Sirius said.

'She says that to at least one student every year.' Hermione said.

Professor McGonagall nodded.

Ron nodded at Harry's sentence.

Professor McGonagall: Perhaps a map. I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

Everyone was laughing hard and Ron and Harry were hoping the ground would swallow them.

'Wow! She is one badass woman.' Dudley said amazed at the woman's antics.

The boys take their seats. Professor McGonagall went near her desk.

Scene:

Students are sitting in the dungeons. They are chattering. They are seated near steaming potions. The door slams open and Professor Severus Snape enters.

'Potions already?' Ron asks.

'Yeah! It should have been on Friday.' Hermione said.

'Weird.' Harry rolled his eyes.

Professor Snape said in a very intimidating voice: There would be no silly wand-waving or foolish incantations in this class. A such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potions making. However, for the select few, who possess in the predisposition.

He looks at Draco who smiles

'Wow! He's really intimidating dad! He's Al's namesake?' James jr. said looking at him carefully.

Albus jr. looks at him too. Scorpius squeezes his hand. Albus jr. smiles at his boyfriend.

Professor Snape: I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death.

Draco smirks.

'Wow!' the muggles look amazed.

Professor McGonagall: and then again maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention.

Hermione prods Harry.

'That actually didn't happen.' Harry whined.

Professor Snape: Mr. Potter our new celebrity.

'Wrong time.' Harry said.

Professor Snape: Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood.

'WHAT! You are?' Lily sr. asked shocked and unable to continue. She has teleported near Snape's seat

Everyone looked at them shocked. A few witches and wizards nodded. Others look at them confused.

'It's okay.' Snape said. 'You chose your path.'

'Not that! Does he always behave to you like he did?' She asked Harry

Harry nodded.

'HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU TREAT MY SON AS FILTH! THOSE ARE SOME O.W.L.S. LEVEL QUESTIONS. YOU TREATED HIM SO BADLY! HOW DARE YOU?

'H-he l-l-looked s-so m-much like P-pot-potter.' Snape choked and remarked.

'YOU BEHAVED NO BETTER THAN JAMES!' She said and slapped him with all her force and teleported to her seat.

Snape's face had Lily Potter's hand mark. He was looking shocked.

'WE ARE NOT DONE!' She shouted.

Hermione raises her hand. Harry shakes his head.

Snape: You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look for if I asked you to find me a bezoar?

Hermione raises her hand again.

Harry: I-I don't know sir.

'Really you should have asked me.' Hermione grumbled

Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?

Hermione raises her hand.

Harry: I don't know sir.

Snape: Pity! Clearly fame isn't everything, is it, Mr potter?

Lily sr. looked at Snape angrily. Snape cowered.

A lot of people were looking at him angrily.

Draco smirks at harry.

Scene: The Great hall. Students are doing their homework.

'Oh wow! They changed it so much!' Hermione said.

Harry nodded.

Seamus: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum.

He looks in the cup and shakes his head.

'What the…' Seamus asked.

Others looked at him.

Seamus: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water…

Harry: What is Seamus trying to do with that glass of water.

'That didn't happen and he is of course trying to change it into rum. Harry said exasperatedly. And why the hell are we doing our homework in the Great Hall?'

Others shook their heads.

Ron: Turn it into rum. Actually, managed a weak tea yesterday.

ZAP! The cup explodes. Others laugh.

There was a screech.

Ron: Mails.

Owls fly and drop mails.

Ron was dropped a newspaper.

Harry: Can I borrow this? He points to the newspaper.

Ron nods.

'Gringotts robbery.' Harry said.

'What! Gringotts was robbed?' Lily jr. asked. 'Whoever did that, must be powerful.'

Harry nodded. Lord Voldemort was indeed powerful.

Neville unboxes his mail. He takes out a ball.

Dean Thomas says: Hey look Neville's got a Remembrall.

'I didn't get that until the day with broom practise.' Neville said.

Harry nods.

Hermione: I've read about those. When the smoke turns red, it mean you've forgotten something.

'You've read everything.' Ron and Harry mutters.

'Just because you two don't read.' Hermione shakes her head.

Neville: The only problem is I can't remember what I've forgotten.

'It's useless. Completely rubbish.' Hermione said.

Others had to nod their heads. It was true. They were truly rubbish.

Harry prods Ron: hey somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen. Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown. Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist nothing has been taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that very same day. It's odd. That's the same vault I and Hagrid went to.

'I know. That's why we went to Hagrid.' Harry said.

Harry, Ron and Hermione exchange suspicious looks

A.N. So sorry for the delay. But I had another recording for 26th January. I fell sick. I have asthma and every time I fall ill means I can't do anything except lay down. I can't walk. And the same thing happen. So sorry. Thanks for waiting.

Sweetlove25: Thank you! Do I know you? Oh! You are redhotbottoms. No, it was in HIATUS! I AM BACK! And I have another concert in 14th February. Damn it! But I'd try to update at least 3 chapters before that!

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