Harry potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 29
"No, no!" Ron screamed, clinging on to the bed-sheets for dear life. "I'm not ready to get up yet!" Harry, who was trying to pull him out of bed, sighed, frustrated.
"Ron! It's the first day of the O.W.L.s'!" he snapped. "Come on! We're going to be late for the first exam!"
"But I'm too tired!" Ron protested, shutting his eyes even tighter. Seamus slapped his hand to his forehead.
"I can't take much more of this," he said to Harry. "I'll meet you downstairs, mate," Harry nodded absent-mindedly, for he was holding a chainsaw, sawing Ron's bed in half.
* * *
"What are the ingredients for the Hipernicus Potion?" Hermione quizzed.
"Half a tail of a newt, a human eyeball and three strands of fur from a cat," Relana recited from heart. Hermione nodded. "Think you're ready for the O.W.L.s'?" she asked. Relana sighed tiredly.
"I don't know," she replied, rubbing her forehead. "This is so tough,"
"Yes, well, just be glad you don't have the N.E.W.T.s' to deal with," Angelina, one of the Gryffindor Seekers, said.
"This is so hard!" Katie Bell wailed. "There is no way we can pass!" The Great Hall was in the middle of a crisis. Books and bits of paper were strewn everywhere. People were talking animatedly. The fifth and seventh years were yanking their hair in frustration as they quizzed each other on everything they knew.
"You're lucky you have Potions first," Relana said to Hermione.
"You do?" Harry asked in surprise, coming in with Ron. "That's strange. We have Transfiguration,"
"They mix up the students," Hermione informed them. "Do you know how to change a table into a chair?" Harry nodded, as Ron sat down, and uttered the magical words. Cries of protest were heard as the Gryffindor table changed into a large stool.
"The bell is going to ring in five minutes," Ron said, checking his watch, as, with just a flick of her wand, Relana reversed Harry's spell. "What do you have after Potions?" Hermione started to answer, but the bell cut off her words.
"Lets go," she said instead, gathering her books.
* * *
"As usual," Professor McGonagall said as soon as everyone had taken their seats according to the Seating Chart pasted on the doorway. "You will use the magical Non-Cheating Quills. Anyone caught looking at another's paper, or making noise, shall be cast out of the classroom. You can then kiss your chances of going to the sixth year next year goodbye."
Harry clutched the medallion he had gotten from the beginning of the year for good luck. "Do it, Potter," Draco Malfoy hissed next to him. "You'll need all the luck you can get,"
Harry smirked. "How will you pass, Malfoy? You're not allowed to cheat this year!" Fortunately, Professor McGonagall passed their table before Draco could answer. "You may all start now," she announced.
* * *
I do wish he'd hurry up, Relana thought snappishly as she watched Professor Binns slowly give them their exam papers. How does he expect us to finish the exam in time, if he takes up three-quarters of it?
"I warn you," Binns started. Relana threw up her hands in frustration, gritting her teeth.
* * *
Hermione smiled as she whizzed through the questions. These are easy, she thought to herself as she used her Non-Cheating Quills. She froze in horror as she stared at her next question.
8. What is the difference between a Wolfsbane Potion and a Wolfborne Potion?
She quickly tried to think of the two potions. But then, she realized something horrible. She had forgotten everything!
"I hate my life!" she moaned, causing Padma Patil, who was sitting right next to her, to stare oddly.
* * *
"It was horrible!" Hermione complained, later that day.
"Snape's face? Yeah, you're right," Ron agreed. It was now evening, and the exams had just ended for today. Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the Gryffindor Common Room. They had invited Relana inside, but she had flatly refused, since only Gryffindors' were allowed in, and she was a Ravenclaw.
"How did you two do?" she asked, running her hand through her hair. Just then, Fred and George stumbled towards them, their faces tired and drawn.
"Torture, pure torture," George gasped as he plopped down on the cushion. The other three agreed whole-heartedly.
"We have to do this for four whole days more," Harry reminded them. "So don't get to comfortable. We're studying again in a few minutes," Fred, George and Ron groaned at the thought, and Hermione glared at them sternly.
"Now, now," she chided, her work ethic coming back to her. "Harry's right. Don't get to comfy,"
"Wow, Hermione," Ron marveled. "You finally said someone other than you was right. Could you put that in writing so we may show our grandkids someday?" Hermione sneered as the rest of them guffawed.
"I'm glad to see you're all getting such a laugh at time like these," she said coldly, opening up her Defense Against the Dark Arts book, and reading, lips in a straight, tight line.
"Come on, Hermie, we're sorry," Ron apologized.
"Hmmph!" was the reply that came back.