A/N: I don't own any of these characters, because J.K. Rowling does, and she owns them because she wrote Harry Potter, and she wrote Harry Potter because she felt like it! Okay. I actually do own Anna. She's ME! J.K. Rowling doesn't own me! I do!









"Anna, would get Hagrid, and ask him to bring a harness and a Blast-Ended Skrewt."

By now, it's about 4:30 in the afternoon. I am now at Hagrids hut.

I knock on the door.

"Hey, there Anna, what Can I do fer yeh?"

"Hey Hagrid, um, listen, we need your help. It's a long story, but we need a harness and one of your Skrewts."

He looked really confused, but he did it anyway.

"I think I better come with yeh." He growls

As we make our way to the dungeons, everyone has heard about George. Hagrid easily parted the crowd for me to get through to the passageway. How are we gonna harness Fred?

Well, that was easily figured out.

"Dennis Creevey, if you would, put this on George."

Dennis Creevey, who is by far the smallest kid here, could easily fit in that hole. Petrified, he takes the harness, and climbs in the hole without any problems. The Rope attached to the harness would be attached to the Skrewt. After two minutes, we hear Dennis squeak that he found George. Hagrid booms instructions to Dennis. Apparently he isn't the best at harnessing a teenager. It's taking him forever, which, I guess equals ten minutes in regular time. Finally Dennis says he;s finished. He's Crawling out of the hole, looking extremely dirty. Hagrid is lassoing the Skrewt. It shoots off with no problem, and with it, a pantless George. The excited buzzing of earlier had suddenly stopped when he showed up with no pants. Now everyone is staring at him. George sheepishly smiles.

"I suppose I should get some pants on."

"We thought of that Mr. Weasley. Here." Snape throws his pants to him.

"Thank you sir" George says. He stands up now, he's going to say something.

"HAHA! JOKES ON YOU! LITTLE DO YOU REALIZE THAT THIS IS ALL PART OF MY EVIL PLAN TO CONQUER THE WORLD!" He bellows.

"Mr, Weasley, come with me. We need to arrange your punishment." McGonagall states, not pleased at all at Georges joke.

By this time, the Hall is deserted, except for me and Snape .

"I suppose you were down here with them this morning. I would punish you, but you did run for everyone, which helped us greatly."

"So, I'm off the hook then?" I ask

"I can't let you go that easily. You're Grounded."

"WHAT!?" I explode it's not fair! I didn't do anything wrong!

"Next time, I suggest that you stay out of harms way then"

"what is THAT supposed to mean?" I really don't get what he's trying to tell me

"After your afternoon classes, you will come to the potions room, where you will do your homework. If you have finished that, I will teach you how to brew more potions." he calmly said.

I have no life. He thinks he's punishing me. How funny.



Hey guys. I probably won't be updating the fic as much as usual, because I'm working on another fanfiction that I know all you Snape fans will love! Please keep reviewing!