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Chapter Eight

Harry Potter was furiously typing away at his computer. He wasn't working on his story though. He was chatting on the Internet posing as "I'mTooSexy48". He was currently talking to "GeniusGurly88" and "MyHairMatchesMyNewRobes". Ron and Hermione weren't that different from his own story after all. After his chums signed off he decided to start writing again since there was nothing better to do.

Chapter Eight:

The First Class

Harry Potter woke up and yawned luxuriously. He caught his reflection in the mirror (he now had contacts, since everyone was sick of hearing him complain of how his glasses ruined his perfectly chiseled facial figures). Harry once again had to urge to sing, and he could no longer contain it. "Ron, can you handle this? Hermione, can you handle this? Quidditch, can you handle this? I don't think your ready for this Harry; I don't think your ready for this Harry…" he wailed away to the tune of Bootylicious. He wasn't at all paying attention to the fact that his whole dorm was awake by now and watching him. "I don't think you can handle this," he finished and walked down to the common room.

"Hmmmmm…" mused Harry. Contacts sounded like a good idea to him.

When he reached the common room he saw that Ron and Hermione were already there, discussing their schedules. "We all have Caring for Magical Creatures [A/N I can't remember the proper name so bear with me here] first," announced Hermione upon seeing Harry's arrival.

"After that we have Defense Against the Dark Arts, followed by double Home Ec, and then you and I have Divination…" chimed in Ron while reading down the long list of classes.

"I'm almost looking forward to Home Ec, Snape isn't as nearly as threatening when he's wearing pink." sighed Harry. Somehow he knew that Snape would still succeed in making his life miserable.

"We better hurry, we don't want to be late," said Hermione impatiently. Ron and Harry just continued arguing about whether or not Madam Hooch still taught at their school. "Let me rephrase that," began Hermione quietly, " WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW OR YOU WILL SUFFER MY WRATH IF WE'RE LATE." She smiled and smoothed out her robes. Harry and Ron meekly nodded and quickly gathered their things for class.

"Harry! Hermione! Ron! Since you're all early come and see what I've got for today's lesson!" boomed Hagrid.

"Er-Hagrid?" began Harry tentatively, "Why are you talking normal? Where's your accent?"

"Simple," grinned Hagrid. "Whoever is writing the big book of our life decided that I was a pain to type for." Harry, Ron, and Hermione gave each other nervous glances.

"Surely he hasn't gotten into the ale at this hour, surely he wouldn't right before a class…" whispered Hermione.

" I don't know," replied Ron quietly, "And quit calling me Shirley." They all quieted down when they heard the mention from Hagrid that class was starting. They were regretting that they didn't get to see what Hagrid had in store for them, they could've warned Madam Pomfrey beforehand.

"This here is a Shnifflevonvanderwerkenshizner." Explained Hagrid while gesturing to what looked like small cross between a dinosaur and a tiger. "Once you get past the razor sharp teeth, pointy claws, poison venom…

10 Minutes later

…They are really quite sweet! I named this one Snookums," he said while pointing to the largest and scariest-looking of the Shnifflevonvanderwerkenshizners.

Harry shivered. Hagrid was known for his potentially deadly "subjects".

Luckily time ran out before they had to handle one of the beasts. "Oh well," Boomed Hagrid, "There's always tomorrow!" The class groaned a groan that could end all groans. "See yeh tomorrow!" said Hagrid who was gaining a bit of his accent back.

"I hope DADA is as educational as this was," declared Hermione cheerfully. Ron and Harry exchanged looks or terror.

"It is the great Harry Potter!" squealed a small voice, "I hope you is ready for Dobby's first lesson sir." By now it was no mystery who the voice was. The kiss marks and socks left by Harry's feet explained it all. Harry mustered up all the courage he could and marched into the DADA classroom.

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