Harry Potter and the Kid and the Tiger

Disclaimer: OK, I forgot the disclaimer for the last chapter, JKR owns everything, except the situation. BTW, I'm H/H so that's what your always going to find my fics, if that bothers you, well, that's your opinion. In any event we will see Calvin in Chapter 7, which should be posted tomorrow. When C&H get into the story things get a little crazy, but there still is a plot. Also, please review every review I get really makes me feel like I'm a great writer. With the exception of flames, which will be ignored but not deleted 'cuz the more reviews I get the more popular the story looks. I'm posting chapter six at the same time because these chapters are extremely short. Never fear after this they get much longer.
Chapter Five-The Prefect Couple
That night, Harry had no visions of Lord Voldemort, and was quite refreshed when he woke up. He felt even better when a regular Hogwarts owl came in giving the book lists for the next year to Ron, Harry, and Hermione. There were also two extra letters for Harry and Hermione that they decided to open later.
Harry opened his list and wasn't that surprised at most of the books. After all, the only new teacher would be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher as the previous four had only lasted one year.
A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5 by Miranda Goshawk
An Intermediate Guide to Transfiguration by Emric Switch
More Unfogging the Future by Claire Voyant
Aurors, Unforgivables, Death Eaters, and the Dark Mark by H. Siberia
"Huh," Ron said. "Looks like the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was an Auror or something.
Hermione nodded, and wrinkled her brow, "H. Siberia," she muttered, "Where have I heard that before?"
Harry and Ron looked and each other, and turned towards Hermione at the same time, "Hogwarts, A History!"
Hermione looked disapprovingly at Harry and Ron as they sniggered loudly. "Oh, shut up. Your probably right though," she passed Harry his letter, "Let's see what this is, hmmm?"
Harry took the letter, and quietly opened it. Harry pulled out the letter and gasped. A roll of parchment and a prefect badge fell out.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as a prefect for Gryffindor House. Thank for your five years of wonderful grades, and hard work!
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall

Harry was momentarily stunned until he heard Hermione's squeal of delight, and her yell, "I'm a prefect!"
Harry looked up from his letter and saw Hermione smiling broadly, and he walked over to her, and before he knew what he was doing, he hugged her. Harry felt his face go red with embarrassment, but luckily, Hermione hugged him back. After a few more seconds, they heard Ron's voice,

"Hullo? Come up for air Harry!"
Even more embarrassed, Harry and Hermione pulled out of their hug, and stared at Ron, "So, you're both prefects, huh?" Ron grinned devilishly, "Well, I've got a nickname worthy of Fred and George," Harry braced himself to chase Ron down if necessary, "The Prefect Couple!" And Ron started sniggering.
Harry rolled his eyes, and decided to ignore Ron. He turned to Hermione, "When to we go to Diagon Alley?
"Tomorrow," Hermione said matter-of-factly, and Harry nodded.
"They going to break in their new Floo powder?"
Hermione nodded. "They're extremely lucky they can use it. Most Muggles can't stand being thrust about like that. I guess that because they had me they can travel by some magical ways."
Ron laughed, and Harry and Hermione turned around to look at Ron. "I was just remembering," Ron said, "What my dad has had to go through at the Ministry sometimes. This one Muggle bought an old couch off old Mundungus Fletcher that he bewitched into a Portkey. My dad really had to work some Memory Charms on that one.

The Muggle was having a party because England was in the Football World Cup. Ten people were transferred at once, and it was pretty ugly, 'cause most of them couldn't stand magical transport. One of them appeared twenty feet off the ground and nearly snapped his leg off. Another one had a Muggle drink can affixed to his ankle, and there were some others. Really nasty stuff."
"And this is funny how?" Hermione said, giving Ron her McGonagall look.
"Well-but, er," Ron sputtered.
"You see Ron, it's things like this that lead up to wizard persecution in the 1650's to the late 1700's. Why, in 1692 the wizards were drafting up plans to go into hiding!"
"Oh, thanks Miss History of Magic," Ron said sarcastically, "I really don't care."
"Oh, really, Ron? Those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it!"
"Well, with you here, we won't have to worry about that will we?"
Harry couldn't stand it anymore, "WILL YOU PLEASE STOP IT, YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A BUNCH OF FIRST-YEARS!"
Hermione wheeled on him, "Oh really, Harry Potter? Well, you don't own me!"
Harry backed down. He didn't want to, but he knew what happened when Hermione got mad. He still remembered when she took a swing at Draco Malfoy, "Sorry."
Hermione sighed, "No, I'm sorry. We shouldn't act like this." Hermione turned to Ron, "I'm sorry Ron."
Ron half-smiled, "No, I'm sorry Hermione. It was my fault. No harm done."
Harry looked into the living room and looked at the TV, "Well, you want to watch some television?"
Hermione nodded, but Ron just looked confused.
"Come here Ron," Hermione sighed, "We'll show you how this works.