A/N: Well, back then, my cousin liked the story so much, she begged me to write the second part, and she also got in on the sugar deal with me, so we could call it a dual-effort. ;-)
Snape whistled to himself. He was the happiest he'd been in years. 'By now,' he knew, 'Albus Dumbledore is out of my and darling Minerva's way!' He then put on his usual snarl as he stepped into his classroom containing the 5th year class. He gave a quick glance at the empty seat between Ronald Weasley, with that ridiculously red hair, and that mudblood know-it-all. 'It'd be a shame if Mr. Potter were to miss class on the day of a 200 question pop-quiz,' he thought evilly.
Ten minutes into the lesson, he looked over where Harry Potter regularly sat. Staring him in the face was the ghost of Dumbledore! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He opened his eyes. The entire class was staring at him. "GET BACK TO WORK!" He sat down in his seat and started giving F's to all the papers. Suddenly, he noticed Albus Dumbledore again, standing in front of his desk. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, and fell over in his chair. He climbed back to his feet, the class staring at him once more. "I SAID TO GET BACK TO WORK!!!" He turned about face to find Albus Dumbledore in his way again. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" He raiced out of the classroom.
"Does this mean class is dismissed?" squeaked Neville.
* * *
"Hey, Ron, where's Harry?"
"I don't know, Hermione, where's Harry?"
"And why did Snape keep on screaming like that?"
"I don't know, Hermione, why did Snape keep on screaming like that?"
Hermione shrugged. "Maybe Hagrid knows."
Ron nodded. "Yes. Maybe Hagrid knows."
Hermione and Ron made their way to Hagrid's hut. Fang greeted them happily. "Hagrid?" Hermione called.
"Hagrid?" Ron called after her.
"'Ey, alrigh'? Where's Harry?"
"We don't know. We thought you might know!" Hermione replied.
"Yeah, we don't know! We thought you might know!" Ron said.
"I dunno. But 'ave some o' these!" Hagrid put a plate of rock cakes on the table.
Hermione gingerly picked one up; it had a strand of brown/black string in it. She broke it open. "Hagrid, these rock cakes are …Hairy…"
"The rock cakes are Harry?" Ron repeated.
A/N: MWAHAHAHA! Any
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