A/N: Hi hi! I just saw the new George Carlin stand up, so I'm in a great
mood. But then I think about the HP movie (which I saw Saturday night) and
my spirits plummet. This rant might contain spoilers, so if you haven't
seen the movie or if you have and liked it, I suggest you skip down to the
story. And I'm not insulting anyone who liked the movie or anything; I
respect your opinions, but I have a right to mine too, and you don't have
to listen to them if you don't want to. First off, you'd think after
spending over 125 million bucks on a movie they'd find a decent editor that
would at least try to make the choppy thing seem like it made any sense.
And I know that there was no way they could have put everything from the
book in the movie (though I'm sure there are other HP fans out there, like
myself, that would be willing to sit through a six hour HP movie if it was
good), but some of the omissions were just plain dumb. And what was with
the ending?!?! Why did Voldemort fly through Harry like a damned carrier
pigeon?! And cutting out the potions and the knocked out troll? If the
damned thing with the Devil's Snare hadn't turned into such a melodrama (in
the book they did the fire right from the get go after Hermione told them
in passing to relax) they could easily have been fitted in. And the flying
keys were blood thirsty, I guess it's just that Chris Columbus touch. All
they needed was for some old geezer to come in at the climax and whack
Voldie over the head with a shovel (I hate "Home Alone"). Sheesh. And it
wasn't the acting; it was very good (and remember, this is only my opinion)
for the most part. I really liked Rupert Grint; he was very funny. Dan
Radcliffe was good too, though his smile scared me, haha. Anyway, I should
shutup, you guys aren't interested I hope you enjoy this chapter and
forgive my babbling. And I must thank, from the bottom of my heart, all the
wonderful people that reviewed. You guys said so many nice, great, sweet
(add more positive adjectives here) things and I REALLY appreciate it.
THANK YOU!!!!! As for the rest of you, please review (and not just about my
unnecessary ranting or opinions please, I already apologized for that),
it's not that much trouble. And now, onto the story!
Harry glanced at his watch, which he'd finally gotten to run again, and sighed. They had Potions next, with the Slytherins. "Come on Ron, Snape'll have our heads if we're late." said Harry as he stood and shouldered his book bag. Ron's face screwed up in a look of utmost loathing at their greasy haired professor's name and he made a rude noise, causing bits of biscuit to fly everywhere. Harry laughed and shook his head as Ron grabbed his things. They walked out of the Great Hall together discussing through bits of biscuit every flaw of Snape's hook nosed face. Upon reaching the outdoors they still had plenty of faults to name when they spotted Ginny and Hermione sitting beneath a large willow tree. Ginny was strumming her guitar and singing while Hermione sat and listened as intently as if she were in McGonagall's class. "She must be pretty bad to have Hermione so entranced that she'd run the risk of being late to class." said Ron with a laugh. "Or pretty good." said Harry in what he hoped was a calm voice as a few sweet notes floated his way. A soft breeze was blowing through Ginny's long red hair, making it sweep poetically across her face as she sang, her eyes closed. "Oy, Hermione!" Ron's loud voice interrupted. Harry snapped out of his reverie and moved his eyes away, lest Ginny look up and see him staring at her like a slack jawed buffoon.
Hermione turned their way and gave Ron a look that made even Harry, who hadn't done a thing, wince. Ginny blushed furiously as she caught sight of the two. The two girls stood, brushing themselves off and packing up their things. "You don't think they heard do you?" Harry heard Ginny ask in a nervous tone. "No, you weren't singing very loudly at all." said Hermione with a comforting pat. They hugged each other goodbye after Ginny threw the boys a nervous grin and left in the direction of Hagrid's cabin. "She have Care of Magical Creatures next?" Harry asked Ron, watching her walk out of sight. "Mmmmm?" was the sound that issued from Ron's mouth in response. He was apparently too busy watching Hermione brush back a stray curl from her face as she knelt to gather her many books. "Never mind." said Harry, smothering a laugh. She came forward, the gentle beauty that had been in her face just a few moments ago, now almost completely hidden by the look of utter annoyance and fury now displayed there. "There was no need to come out here yelling like an idiot Ron! Your sister and I were busy; you could've waited until we were finished!" she said in a slightly raised voice, her cheeks pink with anger. "Well how was I supposed to know when you two were done? It wasn't as if you were paying any attention to us. You could've gone on for hours the two of you, sitting under that tree like a couple of squirrels." said Ron, his voice raised even higher than Hermione's.
Harry sighed and began walking toward the castle, knowing the two would follow his cue. And they did, but not without continuing their insipid argument. Harry blocked it out, as much practice had taught him to do, and thought instead of the way the breeze had lifted Ginny's beautiful red hair as she sang beneath the willow tree. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that they'd reached the dungeon doors until he'd nearly run into them. "And as for looking like a squirrel, you're one to talk! With that long nose and those gangly legs of yours you look like some sort of stork!" he heard Hermione say in a huff. "Finally, the Mudblood's right about something besides school work." came a cold drawl from behind the trio, to which a few Slytherins sniggered in response. Ron had whirled around wand raised before Harry could even react. "Oh how sweet, the weasel's defending his girlfriend." said Draco in a syrupy voice, raising his wand in response. Ron's eyes narrowed malevolently as he raised his wand even higher, and was about to curse Malfoy, when the dungeon door swung open. "The dueling club was closed down long ago Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor." came the nasty voice of Severus Snape. A unanimous groan and sound of outrage came from the Gryffindors. "But that's not fair! Draco had his wand raised too, he called me a Mudblood, Ron was only trying to defend me!" cried Hermione, her eyes wide. The fact that she was talking back to a teacher, and to Snape of all people, seemed to surprise her as much as it did everyone else. "Make that an additional ten for your impertinence Ms. Granger." snapped Snape with relish. Hermione opened her mouth to object when Snape interjected "Do you want to make it twenty Granger?" in an evil tone. One glance at her fellow housemates made Hermione hold her tongue. Snape's glance slid over to Harry, who was staring up at him with all the loathing and disgust he could muster. "What, no words of wisdom from the magnificent Harry Potter?" asked Snape in a mocking tone. Harry knew better than to speak his mind when he was this angry. The disappointment on Snape's face was enough for him. "I'll take that as a no." he said in an angry voice. "Get into class, and an additional five points from Gryffindor for their entire house being late." he said, and with that whirled on his heel, smiling at the groans that came from the outraged Gryffindors.
Adding insult to injury, the grumbling Gryffindors filed into the dungeon as the sniggering Slytherins followed, making them first to enter the classroom, and yet having points deducted from themselves alone. Harry, Hermione and Ron sat at their usual table, brooding silently, save Ron. "Stupid, no good, greasy haired, ugly, rat-faced Death Eater." muttered Ron angrily. "Letting that slimy little git talk that way about my..one." he stumbled, hastily adding "one" and pronouncing it "mione", trying to act as if he were cleverly nicknaming her. One glance at "my-one", however, told that she recognized the nickname for what it truly was. A rush of pink invaded her cheeks and a small smile touched her lips. Under the table, she squeezed Ron's hand. "Thanks." she whispered, looking into his eyes. Ron merely stammered something that could've been a "you're welcome", but one couldn't be too sure. Harry looked away from the two, and turned his gaze instead toward the front of the classroom, which he was loath to do, considering that Snape was standing up there, looking even more pleased with himself than usual, which was a stretch indeed. He was beginning to majick ingredients onto his desk and his cauldron glowed an evil green. "Today we shall be working on.wait, what's this?" Snape said, retrieving with his wand a piece of parchment that had fallen upon the floor.
Harry leaned his head upon one hand, not caring one whit what was upon that parchment unless it declared all students able to curse Snape and Malfoy without punishment. "How delightful, it's a poem!" he said, his eyes scanning the parchment greedily, his voice full of venomous mirth. Harry sighed. He felt sorry for the poor sap that had left that thing lying around in Snape's class. He briefly wondered what it was about. Knowing Snape, he thought with a shake of his head, they'd all find out soon enough. "Potter, this concerns you I dare say." said Snape, a malevolent light in his eyes as he scanned the parchment. Harry raised his head from his hand and felt his heart flood with uneasiness. "I'll save you the time and read it for you. You've got just about everything else done for you, so why not this?" he sneered. The Slytherins began to laugh quietly as the Gryffindors all sat tensely, their eyes on Harry. "It's titled "To the Boy Who Lived". Unfortunately if you ask me." Snape added. Ron cursed quietly as Hermione gripped the table top, her eyes narrowed. Harry, however, was too worried about what was on that parchment to care what Snape thought about the fact that he was living and breathing. Snape cleared his throat and read:
"So near and yet so far"
"..from being a real poet." interjected Draco quickly. Snape awarded him with a flash of yellowed, uneven teeth and continued:
"Can you take me where you are?"
"Which is far away from this poem I hope." said Snape with a roll of his eyes. Sniggering from the Slytherin portion of the room filled the dungeon while only tense silence emanated from the Gryffindors. Harry was staring down at the tabletop, his mind racing. The fifth year Gryffindors had just had this class before lunch, oh no.. Snape mistook this pensive, troubled look for sadness and said with glee "Oh don't worry Potter, there's more much more." With that, he continued:
"I look at you, but you don't see me"
"Which is probably a good thing since only a troglodyte would write a poem this horrendous." smirked Snape. "And to Potter for that matter." added Blaise Zabini with a sneer.
"I dream and dream but it will never be"
"The same way I dream about this load of dung ending." jeered Millicent Bulstrode.
"A lock of hair falls in your eye
Eyes more beautiful than any star in the sky."
"And where else would stars be?" asked Snape with a sneer. "You've obviously got a real brain on your hands Potter." came Draco's sniggering voice and Harry thought he faintly caught the tune of "Pop Goes the Weasel". Harry turned to shoot him a threatening look when Snape's voice issued from the front of a classroom. "It gets better." said Snape with delight.
"If I gazed into those eyes, what would I see?
Only a pathetic, love sick me"
"Well, she's got one thing straight. Though she should've added ugly and stupid" sang Pansy Parkinson from her table at the rear of the dungeon, and a chorus of Slytherin laughter followed. Harry thought it pretty rich that Pansy was talking about people being ugly and stupid. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Hermione shot her a deadly look, she too had guessed whom the writer of the poem was.
"How I wish to kiss that scar that brings you pain
And all the sadness it's given you drain."
This was simply too much for the Slytherins. They were in hysterics, falling off their stools and clutching their sides. "Oh, can I kiss it too?" squealed Draco in a mock girly tone. Harry shuddered at the thought, turning his gaze instead to Ron, who appeared to be thinking very hard.
"And as I lay down to rest, I picture my sleeping head upon your chest."
"Removed from your stupid body I hope." said Snape with a smirk. The truth seemed to have dawned on Ron, for the gaze he gave Snape was filled with hate and fury, more than ever before. "I'm afraid it's coming to a close." said Snape, mock sadness in his voice.
"But alas, I dream of what will never be
For I see you, but you never see me."
"How very touching." concluded Snape, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Its signed G.W. Now who could that possibly be?" he said, pretending to think hard, rubbing his chin. Ron's left hand gripped the desk hard, the other reaching for his wand. Hermione gave him a look that seemed to say "don't, he's not worth it", but when Ron was angry, no logic could reach him. "Ooh, there's even a picture of you Potter, you and your kissable scar." said Snape, glee filling his voice. He walked swiftly toward Harry and laid the parchment upon the table in front of him. The poem was written in glittery silver script and in the corner there was an astonishingly well done portrait of him from the neck up. That drawing was as good an indicator as any signature. His gaze skipped down to the initials, G.W., his heart thumping quickly. He looked back up at Snape, his face blank. "And?" he asked, his voice expressing bored annoyance as he desperately suppressed the urge to belt Snape right in his crooked nose. Snape's face fell. Harry's lack of reaction was very disappointing to say the least. A sickening smile lit his face as his eyes landed upon Ron and his clenched fists. Ron's knuckles were paper white from squeezing so hard. "Mr. Weasley, did you know your sister was such a fantastic poet?" he asked sarcastically, goading Ron. Ron looked up at him with narrowed brown eyes, the fingers that clutched his wand twitching dangerously. "No, but I'm not surprised." he answered in an even voice, displaying amazing control.
This was too much for Snape. His lip curled upward, revealing his crooked, yellow teeth. "Twenty points from Gryffindor!" he shouted, walking back to his desk, and luckily, forgetting the parchment, which Harry immediately pocketed. "What the hell for?" asked Seamus Finnegan, his voice full of astonished outrage. "Detention Finnegan and five more points from Gryffindor, and I suggest the rest of you keep your mouths shut if you don't want the same." snapped Snape. The Slytherins, a bit put out by Harry and Ron's lack of reaction, were now smirking in a self satisfied fashion and asking if their speaking out of turn would lose points for Gryffindor as well. Hermione was still staring at Ron with the utmost surprise. "That was simply...amazing." she said in an awed tone. Ron's ears turned pink, "Thanks. I knew I'd be expelled for sure if I cursed him, so I tried to figure out the next best thing to get him good. But I figured kicking him between the legs would get me in just as much trouble." he said with a grin. The three laughed, making sure to keep it quiet, as Snape was already in a horrible mood. The rest of the class passed without much incident, save the usual explosion from Neville's cauldron, and occasional calls of "Can I kiss your scar Harry-poo?" from the Slytherin side of the dungeon.
A/N: There you have it, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know what you thought of it. Oh yeah, I forgot. I don't own anything except that silly poem and my plot. Chapter four will be up soon (assuming you nice people review, hehe). Bye for now!
Harry glanced at his watch, which he'd finally gotten to run again, and sighed. They had Potions next, with the Slytherins. "Come on Ron, Snape'll have our heads if we're late." said Harry as he stood and shouldered his book bag. Ron's face screwed up in a look of utmost loathing at their greasy haired professor's name and he made a rude noise, causing bits of biscuit to fly everywhere. Harry laughed and shook his head as Ron grabbed his things. They walked out of the Great Hall together discussing through bits of biscuit every flaw of Snape's hook nosed face. Upon reaching the outdoors they still had plenty of faults to name when they spotted Ginny and Hermione sitting beneath a large willow tree. Ginny was strumming her guitar and singing while Hermione sat and listened as intently as if she were in McGonagall's class. "She must be pretty bad to have Hermione so entranced that she'd run the risk of being late to class." said Ron with a laugh. "Or pretty good." said Harry in what he hoped was a calm voice as a few sweet notes floated his way. A soft breeze was blowing through Ginny's long red hair, making it sweep poetically across her face as she sang, her eyes closed. "Oy, Hermione!" Ron's loud voice interrupted. Harry snapped out of his reverie and moved his eyes away, lest Ginny look up and see him staring at her like a slack jawed buffoon.
Hermione turned their way and gave Ron a look that made even Harry, who hadn't done a thing, wince. Ginny blushed furiously as she caught sight of the two. The two girls stood, brushing themselves off and packing up their things. "You don't think they heard do you?" Harry heard Ginny ask in a nervous tone. "No, you weren't singing very loudly at all." said Hermione with a comforting pat. They hugged each other goodbye after Ginny threw the boys a nervous grin and left in the direction of Hagrid's cabin. "She have Care of Magical Creatures next?" Harry asked Ron, watching her walk out of sight. "Mmmmm?" was the sound that issued from Ron's mouth in response. He was apparently too busy watching Hermione brush back a stray curl from her face as she knelt to gather her many books. "Never mind." said Harry, smothering a laugh. She came forward, the gentle beauty that had been in her face just a few moments ago, now almost completely hidden by the look of utter annoyance and fury now displayed there. "There was no need to come out here yelling like an idiot Ron! Your sister and I were busy; you could've waited until we were finished!" she said in a slightly raised voice, her cheeks pink with anger. "Well how was I supposed to know when you two were done? It wasn't as if you were paying any attention to us. You could've gone on for hours the two of you, sitting under that tree like a couple of squirrels." said Ron, his voice raised even higher than Hermione's.
Harry sighed and began walking toward the castle, knowing the two would follow his cue. And they did, but not without continuing their insipid argument. Harry blocked it out, as much practice had taught him to do, and thought instead of the way the breeze had lifted Ginny's beautiful red hair as she sang beneath the willow tree. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that they'd reached the dungeon doors until he'd nearly run into them. "And as for looking like a squirrel, you're one to talk! With that long nose and those gangly legs of yours you look like some sort of stork!" he heard Hermione say in a huff. "Finally, the Mudblood's right about something besides school work." came a cold drawl from behind the trio, to which a few Slytherins sniggered in response. Ron had whirled around wand raised before Harry could even react. "Oh how sweet, the weasel's defending his girlfriend." said Draco in a syrupy voice, raising his wand in response. Ron's eyes narrowed malevolently as he raised his wand even higher, and was about to curse Malfoy, when the dungeon door swung open. "The dueling club was closed down long ago Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor." came the nasty voice of Severus Snape. A unanimous groan and sound of outrage came from the Gryffindors. "But that's not fair! Draco had his wand raised too, he called me a Mudblood, Ron was only trying to defend me!" cried Hermione, her eyes wide. The fact that she was talking back to a teacher, and to Snape of all people, seemed to surprise her as much as it did everyone else. "Make that an additional ten for your impertinence Ms. Granger." snapped Snape with relish. Hermione opened her mouth to object when Snape interjected "Do you want to make it twenty Granger?" in an evil tone. One glance at her fellow housemates made Hermione hold her tongue. Snape's glance slid over to Harry, who was staring up at him with all the loathing and disgust he could muster. "What, no words of wisdom from the magnificent Harry Potter?" asked Snape in a mocking tone. Harry knew better than to speak his mind when he was this angry. The disappointment on Snape's face was enough for him. "I'll take that as a no." he said in an angry voice. "Get into class, and an additional five points from Gryffindor for their entire house being late." he said, and with that whirled on his heel, smiling at the groans that came from the outraged Gryffindors.
Adding insult to injury, the grumbling Gryffindors filed into the dungeon as the sniggering Slytherins followed, making them first to enter the classroom, and yet having points deducted from themselves alone. Harry, Hermione and Ron sat at their usual table, brooding silently, save Ron. "Stupid, no good, greasy haired, ugly, rat-faced Death Eater." muttered Ron angrily. "Letting that slimy little git talk that way about my..one." he stumbled, hastily adding "one" and pronouncing it "mione", trying to act as if he were cleverly nicknaming her. One glance at "my-one", however, told that she recognized the nickname for what it truly was. A rush of pink invaded her cheeks and a small smile touched her lips. Under the table, she squeezed Ron's hand. "Thanks." she whispered, looking into his eyes. Ron merely stammered something that could've been a "you're welcome", but one couldn't be too sure. Harry looked away from the two, and turned his gaze instead toward the front of the classroom, which he was loath to do, considering that Snape was standing up there, looking even more pleased with himself than usual, which was a stretch indeed. He was beginning to majick ingredients onto his desk and his cauldron glowed an evil green. "Today we shall be working on.wait, what's this?" Snape said, retrieving with his wand a piece of parchment that had fallen upon the floor.
Harry leaned his head upon one hand, not caring one whit what was upon that parchment unless it declared all students able to curse Snape and Malfoy without punishment. "How delightful, it's a poem!" he said, his eyes scanning the parchment greedily, his voice full of venomous mirth. Harry sighed. He felt sorry for the poor sap that had left that thing lying around in Snape's class. He briefly wondered what it was about. Knowing Snape, he thought with a shake of his head, they'd all find out soon enough. "Potter, this concerns you I dare say." said Snape, a malevolent light in his eyes as he scanned the parchment. Harry raised his head from his hand and felt his heart flood with uneasiness. "I'll save you the time and read it for you. You've got just about everything else done for you, so why not this?" he sneered. The Slytherins began to laugh quietly as the Gryffindors all sat tensely, their eyes on Harry. "It's titled "To the Boy Who Lived". Unfortunately if you ask me." Snape added. Ron cursed quietly as Hermione gripped the table top, her eyes narrowed. Harry, however, was too worried about what was on that parchment to care what Snape thought about the fact that he was living and breathing. Snape cleared his throat and read:
"So near and yet so far"
"..from being a real poet." interjected Draco quickly. Snape awarded him with a flash of yellowed, uneven teeth and continued:
"Can you take me where you are?"
"Which is far away from this poem I hope." said Snape with a roll of his eyes. Sniggering from the Slytherin portion of the room filled the dungeon while only tense silence emanated from the Gryffindors. Harry was staring down at the tabletop, his mind racing. The fifth year Gryffindors had just had this class before lunch, oh no.. Snape mistook this pensive, troubled look for sadness and said with glee "Oh don't worry Potter, there's more much more." With that, he continued:
"I look at you, but you don't see me"
"Which is probably a good thing since only a troglodyte would write a poem this horrendous." smirked Snape. "And to Potter for that matter." added Blaise Zabini with a sneer.
"I dream and dream but it will never be"
"The same way I dream about this load of dung ending." jeered Millicent Bulstrode.
"A lock of hair falls in your eye
Eyes more beautiful than any star in the sky."
"And where else would stars be?" asked Snape with a sneer. "You've obviously got a real brain on your hands Potter." came Draco's sniggering voice and Harry thought he faintly caught the tune of "Pop Goes the Weasel". Harry turned to shoot him a threatening look when Snape's voice issued from the front of a classroom. "It gets better." said Snape with delight.
"If I gazed into those eyes, what would I see?
Only a pathetic, love sick me"
"Well, she's got one thing straight. Though she should've added ugly and stupid" sang Pansy Parkinson from her table at the rear of the dungeon, and a chorus of Slytherin laughter followed. Harry thought it pretty rich that Pansy was talking about people being ugly and stupid. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Hermione shot her a deadly look, she too had guessed whom the writer of the poem was.
"How I wish to kiss that scar that brings you pain
And all the sadness it's given you drain."
This was simply too much for the Slytherins. They were in hysterics, falling off their stools and clutching their sides. "Oh, can I kiss it too?" squealed Draco in a mock girly tone. Harry shuddered at the thought, turning his gaze instead to Ron, who appeared to be thinking very hard.
"And as I lay down to rest, I picture my sleeping head upon your chest."
"Removed from your stupid body I hope." said Snape with a smirk. The truth seemed to have dawned on Ron, for the gaze he gave Snape was filled with hate and fury, more than ever before. "I'm afraid it's coming to a close." said Snape, mock sadness in his voice.
"But alas, I dream of what will never be
For I see you, but you never see me."
"How very touching." concluded Snape, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Its signed G.W. Now who could that possibly be?" he said, pretending to think hard, rubbing his chin. Ron's left hand gripped the desk hard, the other reaching for his wand. Hermione gave him a look that seemed to say "don't, he's not worth it", but when Ron was angry, no logic could reach him. "Ooh, there's even a picture of you Potter, you and your kissable scar." said Snape, glee filling his voice. He walked swiftly toward Harry and laid the parchment upon the table in front of him. The poem was written in glittery silver script and in the corner there was an astonishingly well done portrait of him from the neck up. That drawing was as good an indicator as any signature. His gaze skipped down to the initials, G.W., his heart thumping quickly. He looked back up at Snape, his face blank. "And?" he asked, his voice expressing bored annoyance as he desperately suppressed the urge to belt Snape right in his crooked nose. Snape's face fell. Harry's lack of reaction was very disappointing to say the least. A sickening smile lit his face as his eyes landed upon Ron and his clenched fists. Ron's knuckles were paper white from squeezing so hard. "Mr. Weasley, did you know your sister was such a fantastic poet?" he asked sarcastically, goading Ron. Ron looked up at him with narrowed brown eyes, the fingers that clutched his wand twitching dangerously. "No, but I'm not surprised." he answered in an even voice, displaying amazing control.
This was too much for Snape. His lip curled upward, revealing his crooked, yellow teeth. "Twenty points from Gryffindor!" he shouted, walking back to his desk, and luckily, forgetting the parchment, which Harry immediately pocketed. "What the hell for?" asked Seamus Finnegan, his voice full of astonished outrage. "Detention Finnegan and five more points from Gryffindor, and I suggest the rest of you keep your mouths shut if you don't want the same." snapped Snape. The Slytherins, a bit put out by Harry and Ron's lack of reaction, were now smirking in a self satisfied fashion and asking if their speaking out of turn would lose points for Gryffindor as well. Hermione was still staring at Ron with the utmost surprise. "That was simply...amazing." she said in an awed tone. Ron's ears turned pink, "Thanks. I knew I'd be expelled for sure if I cursed him, so I tried to figure out the next best thing to get him good. But I figured kicking him between the legs would get me in just as much trouble." he said with a grin. The three laughed, making sure to keep it quiet, as Snape was already in a horrible mood. The rest of the class passed without much incident, save the usual explosion from Neville's cauldron, and occasional calls of "Can I kiss your scar Harry-poo?" from the Slytherin side of the dungeon.
A/N: There you have it, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know what you thought of it. Oh yeah, I forgot. I don't own anything except that silly poem and my plot. Chapter four will be up soon (assuming you nice people review, hehe). Bye for now!
