- Chapter 6 - Wake up!
Harry woke very early the next morning. It was still very dark outside. His scar didn't hurt as much as it did yesterday but he had the same horrible dream again. Harry quickly put his hand to his scar to check for blood. It was wet and it stung when he touched it, but no blood had seeped out of it. 'Maybe it wasn't a premonition then,' Harry told himself. 'Just a bad dream. After all Dumbledore said he might be wrong and my scar hasn't reacted in the same way.' Harry new straight away though that Dumbledore wasn't wrong. He never has been it isn't this time. Harry couldn't believe he actually got his hopes up for about twenty seconds for nothing. Harry looked at his alarm clock. It was four o'clock in the morning. He got out of bed and queitly made his way out of the bedroom. He went down the stairs and sat in the comfortable chair opposite the fire. He wanted to do something. He wanted to walk around but knew if he was spotted he would instantly be in detention. 'That's it,' said Harry. Someone had just turnt on a light in his brain. 'The Invisibility Cloak.' Harry quickly ran back up the stairs and silenty tiptoed back into the room. He quietly open his bedside drawers and blindly searched for his cloak. 'Oh come on, where are ya?' Harry whispered. 'I'm right here,' said Ron. Harry jumped and let out a small scream. Ron was watching Harry with interest from his bed. 'You almost gave me a bloody heart attack,' Harry whispered to Ron. 'Sorry,' he mouthed back. 'What are you looking for anyway?' 'My invisibility cloak,' replied Harry. 'Why, where are you going?' 'Dunno, just for a walk around the school. Wanna come?' Ron sat in thought for a few seconds before accepting the invitation. 'If we get caught we're dead though' said Ron smiling. 'I know, but thats never stopped us before has it!' replied Harry grinning. Harry found the cloak and threw the rest of his stuff back into their drawers. 'You ready?' Harry asked. 'Ready when you are,' Ron whispered back. Harry threw the cloak over both of them and they both quietly left the room. They got down the bottom of the stairs and pushed open the portrait door.
'Err, where are we actually going Harry?' asked Ron. 'Don't know to be honest. I'm sure we can find somewhere to go, said Harry. They walked around the school corridors for ten minutes in silence, taking any corridor that took their fancy. They walked past Snape's office and heard a loud snoring coming from inside. 'Harry, I've got an idea,' said Ron giggling. 'What?' asked Harry intrigued. 'You'll see!' Ron led Harry up to Snape's door and knocked loudly. 'Who....who..is it?' asked Snape sleepily. Ron knocked again. 'Bloody Peeves, if thats you I'm gonna...' Snape pulled open his door wearing a dressing gown that was a very feminine pink colour. Harry went into a state of silent laughter. 'Snape, dressed in pink. How manly' harry thought to himself. Harry and Ron took a couple of steps back so that Snape didn't make contact with them. Professor Snape looked up and down the corridor before retiring back to bed. They waited two more minutes until they could hear Snape's snores. Ron walked up to the door again. They could hear Snape's thunderous voice shout 'PEEVES' as they ran out of site around the corner. 'What the hell was he wearing!' joked Ron as they rounded the corner. 'Looked like something my Aunt wears when she gets out the shower!' exclaimed Harry. Ron laughed. 'I think it's time for Filch now Harry!' said Ron smiling. 'I don't know if we should. After all, you're Head Boy now and if you get caught it could put your duty into Jeopardy. Harry saw the down hearted expression on Ron's face and gave in. 'Oh go on then!' he said smiling.
By the time they had got back to the common room it was getting much brighter outside. 'Did you see McGonagalls face?' asked Ron laughing as he removed the cloak from over his head. 'McGonagalls. I thought Professor Trelawnys face was the best. I would have thought she would have known it was us though,' said Harry. 'Maybe her 'inner eye' was a bit blurry,' replied Ron. Harry laughed very loud at Ron's comment. Everyone knew Professor Trelawny was a big fake at her job but everyone had rather grown fond of her after her unfair sacking by Umbridge two years ago. 'What do you think the time is?' asked Harry once the laughter had stopped. 'It's got to be about half six at least,' replied Ron. They both walked back up to their domitary and opened the door. Neville was already up and walking about. Harry looked at his alarm clock. It read 6:57. Harry couldn't believe they had been out terrorising the teachers for so long. 'Where have you guys been?' asked Neville looking to Harry and then to Ron. 'Oh we, just...erm... went down to the..erm..Great Hall to see if..erm... breakfast was being served yet.' replied Harry trying to quickly think up a good excuse. 'Yeah that's right,' added Ron. 'And is it?' asked Neville rubbing his stomach hungrily. 'Yeah!' 'No!' Neville looked at Harry who had said 'yes' and then at Ron who has said 'no'. 'Is it or not cause I'm starving?' asked Neville with a very puzzled look on his face. 'I meant yes,' replied Ron. 'Great. Have you guys eaten yet?' questioned Neville. 'No not yet,' said Harry. 'Oh I might as well quickly wait for you then,' said Neville. Harry and Ron slowly got washed and changed trying to stall time so that the Hall would definatly be open when they got down there. After Neville's fifth cry of 'Hurry up' they finally left the bedroom for breakfast.
'I can't wait for lessons today,' exclaimed Neville as they all walked down to the Hall. 'Why not?' asked Harry. 'Dunno really. Ever since last year I've felt that I've become a much better wizard in all aspects of magic. Even potions, though Professor Snape does still scare me abit,' replied Neville. Ron and Harry knew that they could never take Snape seriously again after seeing him in his pink dresing gown. To Harry's and Ron's luck the Great Hall was already open and serving breakfast when they got there. They all tucked into a huge breakfast ready for their first lesson of the year. 'I hope McGonagall doesn't have a hard lesson planned for us today,' said Ron to Harry and Neville. 'I doubt it, not on the first lesson of the term. Plus I'll bet she's too tired to teach today anyway,' replied Harry throwing a huge grin towards Ron. Ten minutes later Hermione arrived wearing her new school robes, obviously raring to go. 'Only an hour now,' she said excitedly, counting the minutes until the first lesson started. 'In that case we had better go and get our books,' said Harry giving Ron a look that said 'lets get out of here before Hermione bores us to death with her lesson predictions for the day!' Ron got up immediatly. 'Oh yeah, I forgot we need our books,' said Ron trying to sound convincing. Ron walked after Harry. They could hear Hermione telling Neville what she thought they were going to learn in todays Transfiguration lesson. 'What books will we be needing today?' asked Ron as they walked slowly back to the common room, trying to kill some time before their lesson. 'Well we'll need our copies of 'Toilsome Transfiguration' and 'Beasts of the World' for now. Then after lunch we have potions so we'll need our versions of 'Fighting the Dark arts,' explained Harry. Ron started laughing for no apparent reason. 'Err...Whats funny?' asked Harry once Ron had pulled himself together. 'Sorry Harry, it's just that I keep getting visions of Snape dancing around in his Pink dressing gown singing at the top of his voice!,' said Ron going back into a fit of laughter. 'Well I wouldn't laugh that hard in his lesson today or there's bound to be trouble,' said Harry.
Harry could not find his copy of 'Beasts of the World' anywhere. 'Why don't you just Accio Beasts of the World?' suggested Ron. 'Cause I don't wanna risk thousands of animals flying through the bedroom window,' replied Harry. 'Oh yeah. Didn't think about that replied Ron scratching his head. By the time Harry found all his books they found themselves running to the transfiguration classroom. 'If we're late for our first lesson McGonagalls going to kill us!' said Ron as they ran at full speed. They rounded the corridor to McGonagalls room and slowly pushed open the door. Luckily she hadn't arrived yet. Hermione was sitting at the back of the classroom, reserving two seats, one either side of her. 'Cheers Hermione,' said Harry panting as he sat down. He put his bag on the floor and placed his wand and Transfiguration book onto the table. 'Where have you been? You're almost late you know,' said Hermione. 'Really? You know what Harry. I knew we were running for some reason.' said Ron sarcastically, shaking his head at Hermione. Harry laughed but disguised it into a cough so that Hermione didn't hear him. 'Yeah, sorry. It took me ages to find my books,' explained Harry. 'Well you'll have to be more organised than that if you're going to finish this year with the qualifications you want Harry,' said Hermione. 'Hermione. It's the first day of term and you're already talking about the end of the year. You need to relax abit. Anyway, McGonagall isn't even here yet so we havn't missed anything,' said Ron. 'Well you might have,' finished Hermione. They all sat in silence until Professor McGonagall entered the room. 'Sorry I'm late. I only woke up twenty minutes ago. I had alot of trouble sleeping you see,' said Professor McGonagall. Harry and Ron looked at each other and started giggling. 'Anyway, I want to welcome you all back to school. This will undoubtedly be your hardest year in Transfiguration. This year we will really see what you have learnt over the last six school years. If you want to pass this class you will have to put in more work than you have ever done before. You have been warned. Everyone in the class was looking around with nervous expressions on their faces. Hermione however was looking very excited by Professor McGonagalls words. McGonagall continued. 'If you would all like to put your wands away in your bags and get out your quills you will copying down off the board today.' Hermione let out a groan but she was the only one. Everyone else seemed thankful that no wand work was to be required on their first day. Harry did what he was told and placed his wand safely into his bag and got out some parchment and his quill. He quickly copied down the title from the board and sat waiting for McGonagall to start taking.
The Lesson went surprisingly quick. Harry had managed to fill up nine whole pages of writing. The only downside to the lesson was they was set Homework to be handed in next week. Harry felt quietly confident that he'd be able to successfully transfigure his quill into a dagger, and then back again to it's originl state. 'Well that lesson wasn't too bad,' said Ron as the exited McGonagalls classroom. 'Yeah. I thought it would be quite an easy lesson but not that easy,' replied Harry. 'Well I really wanted to do some wand work today. All summer I've been practicing my transfiguration on anything I could get my hands on at home.' complained Hermione. 'Doesn't matter though. Care of Magical Creatures next. We can finally talk to Hagrid,' explained Harry. This seemed to lift Hermione's spirits abit. 'Oh yeah. Goody. I wonder what fascinating creatures we'll be learning about today,' said Hermione. 'Don't know about the term 'fascinating' Hermione,' said Ron. 'Try 'dangerous' or 'deadly', added Ron laughing. They walked out the main school doors out onto the school grounds. They could see the slytherins already waiting outside Hagrid's hut. 'Oh I forgot we still have to learn with them,' said Hermione pointing over towards the group of ten slytherins. 'Malfoy better not ruin this lesson for Hagrid or I'll have to transfigure his head into a teapot,' said Ron with a slight tone of anger in his voice. 'I doubt he will. He hasn't got Crabbe and Goyle by his side for protection now has he,' said Harry. 'Well I still wouldn't put it past him,' said Hermione. They walked down to Hagrids cabin and waited for him to appear. They sat down on the wooden bench by the small paddock and got out their copies of 'Beasts of the World.' 'We better need this book now after it took us ages to find it!,' said Harry. They sat in conversation for five minutes waiting for Hagrid to turn up and teach Finally the cabin door swung open and Hagrid appeared at the door. Everybody let out a horrible scream as Hagrid staggered out of the door, blood all over him.
'Whassa matter with you lot?' asked Hagrid. 'H..Hagrid. What happened to you,' asked Harry pointing to all the blood on his shirt. 'Oh that. Not to worry. Ain't my blood ya see. I was just preparing some food for the Fidglers.' explained Hagrid. 'The that?' asked Neville, with a great sense of interest. 'Fidglers! They're what you'll be studing today. Right lil creatutes they are,' replied Hagrid laughing. 'If you'd like to come round to the other side of me cabin I'll show you 'em.' They all followed closely behind Hagrid. Malfoy choose to stick at the back of the class in case Fidglers were huge man eating monsters. As they got round the corner the saw that Fidglers were not in fact Man eating monsters. They were cute hairy looking dog creatures. All the girls let out 'arrrs' as the saw them. 'These are Fidglers. Be careful when you approach 'em. They arn't dangerous but if ya make 'em scared they do tend to nip ya,' explained Hagrid, holding up his bandaged fingers. 'They look pathetic if you ask me,' Harry heard Malfoy tell Pansy Parkinson. 'Why don't you shut up Malfoy,' Harry said angrily. 'Make me Potter,' replied Malfoy menacingly. Harry knew Malfoy was looking for a way to disrupt the lesson so Harry just ignored him and turnt around. 'What do they do?' asked Lavender. 'Well. They're clever lil things. They can pick up the scent of blood from roughly about a mile away. The Ministry of Magic use them when they are looking for missing people. You know. Just in case. Anyway. Back to the lesson. You will all be assigned a Fidgler each. Peices of meat have been hidden all around the grounds and the person who's Fidgler finds the moist peices gets a small prize.' A sound of excitement rang through the group. 'Well of you go then. You have an hour and a half.' said Hagrid pointing to his watch. With that everyone ran over to the Fidgler pen with caution and selected a Fidgler.
As soon as Harry had let his Fidgler run off on it's such for food he went to talk to Hagrid. 'You alright 'Arry?' asked Hagrid as they sat down on the bench. 'Not bad,' replied Harry. 'What do you think of the Fidglers?' questioned Hagrid. 'They kind of remind me of the Nifflers we had ages ago,' said Harry. 'Well thats cause they're from the same family you see 'Arry.' explained Hagrid. Harry's Fidgler came tearing back towards him with a huge peice of meat in its mouth. It was dripping with blood. Harry took the meat from it's mouth and placed it into a small cardboard box. 'Anyway. I 'eard about ya dream 'Arry. I don't believe it's a premonition for a second. Total codswallop if you ask me. As soon as Dumbledore told me I was like 'there's no way 'Arry can be 'aving premontions at his age'. Dumbledore isn't so sure though. But if I were you I wouldn't think on it for a second.' 'Yeah, Im trying not to,' said Harry gloomily. Harry's Fidgler cam running back to Harry with it' second peice of meat before running off again in search for another. 'Anyway 'Arry,' said Hagrid changing the subject. 'You must be looking forward to the new quidditch season. Going for you fourth consecutive quidditch title ay!' 'Yeah, I think this year will be our best year yet,' replied Harry. They continued to talk about Gryffindors chances for the cup for ten more minutes. 'Anyway 'Arry. I'm gonna go check on the other students. Make sure they're keepin' out of trouble,' said Hagrid. 'Yeah Okay. I better run off and find my Fidgler,' replied Harry. They both walked off in different directions. Harry was walking past the whomping willow when he saw Ron running off after his Fidgler, cover in blood from all the meat. Harry found his one digging up the turf by the school entrance. It poked his head up from the ground with another juicy peice of meat hanging from its mouth. Half an hour later Harry heard Hagrid's booming voice calling everyone back in. Everyone put their Fidglers safely back into their pens and waited to see who had won the competition. 'I 'ope you all had a constructive lesson today. There's bound to be some questions on Fidglers in your Final exam so for your Homework tonight I want you all to do the revision questions on page sixty five from your books.' said Hagrid Everyone groaned at the mention of homework but there attention was soon recaptured when the announcement of the wiiner was to be made. 'In third place, with seven peices 'a meat, Miss Parkinson. In second place with eight peices 'a meat, Mr Weasley. Finally, the winner with ten peices 'a meat, Miss Granger.
For winning, Hermione was given a huge slab of Honeydukes chocolate and a small barrel of Butterbeer. After the lesson had finished they went back to the Great Hall for lunch. 'That was a really good lesson I thought,' said Hermione smiling. 'A much better change to the stuff Hagrid normally shows us!' 'They reminded me abit of the Nifflers we used in our fourth year,' said Ron. 'Thats because the Fidglers are relations of the Nifflers,' explained Harry. 'Hagrid told me.' They sat down at the table and pulled plates towards them. 'Double Potions next!' said Hermione as she placed a couple of cheese and ham sandwiches on her plate. 'Oh. Goody. Can't wait,' said Ron sarcastically, tucking into his sauasage sandwich. 'I dont think it will be that bad. Well maybe. Depends what kind of mood Snape's in today. They engaged in conversation for thirty more minutes before deciding it was time to head down to the dungeons. 'I hope Snape doesn't get us making up huge difficult potions today. Im too tired,' said Ron. 'I bet he is as well,' said Harry laughing. Ron went into hysterics as he walked. 'What? What's so funny?' asked Hermione. 'Nothing. Don't worry!' said Harry. 'Tell me. Please,' said Hermione, desperate for the answer. Harry gave in and told her all about walking the corridors at the early hours of the morning and knocking on all the teachers doors. 'Oh I do hope you didn't. That could get you into serious trouble you know,' said Hermione, telling them off. 'We know!' said Ron, still laughing. 'I would have thought you were more grown up than that. You have to set an example for the new kids. Not do stupid things like that on your first school day. Especially you Ron. These new kids will be looking up to you now you're Head Boy.' 'Oh do relax Hermione. It was just a little bit of harmless fun. Anyway if you could have seen Snape. He was....' 'I don't want to know,' snapped Hermione. They walked the remainder of the way in silence, not dearing to say a word in case Hermione bit their head off.
They pushed open Snape's door and stepped inside. It was very dark and smokey. Snape was sitting stiffly behind his table, writing notes of some sort onto a small peice of parchment. Harry, Ron and Hermione went and sat at the three small tables at the back of the class. Once everyone had found there seats and settled down Snape got up from his seat and started writing onto the black board. 'Today we will be learning how to make a very difficult ageing potion called 'Interimium'. One half of the class will be making the potion that makes people older than they reall are and the other half of the class will of course be making a potion to make you younger. When I write down the ingrediants onto the board I want to see you all making yourselves into small groups of four.' explained Snape. He turnt around, grabbed a small peice of chalk and started to write down the ingrediants. Neville decided to join up with Harry, Ron and Hermione to make their four. Once the ingrediants and instuctions were written down on the board everyone were told which potion they were to be making. 'Oh I was hoping we'd be given the de-ageing potion.' said Hermione. 'It looks alot more challenging.' 'Are you mad Hermione?' asked Ron. 'This way we've got less chance of messing up.' 'Well I'll go get the ingrediants than shall I?,' said Harry getting up and walking to Snape's supply cupboard. Harry came back with some Lacewing flies, Knotgrass, a small flask full of Powdered Bicorn Horn, Snarled claw and some black beetle eyes. 'So what to we put in first?' asked Neville as Harry placed everything neatly around the table. 'Well first we need to heat the cauldron to exactly 34 degrees,' said Hermione, lighting the fire underneath Harry's cauldron. 'Now if you want to put in the Powdered Bicorn horn that would be great Neville.' 'We have to wait ten more minutes before we can put in the knotgrass,' explained Ron looking at the instructions on the board. After half an hour of work, Snape started wondering around the class checking on peoples progress. 'Oh no. Here comes sir Pinksalot!' exclaimed Ron. Harry had to quickly make himself busy to stop himself from laughing out loud. 'Right. Okay then. Lets see how Potter's group is doing,' said Snape walking over. Hermione, Neville and Harry quickly busied themselves. Ron sat there not knowing what to do. 'And why arn't you helping your workmates?' Snape asked Ron. 'I..erm..cant think of anything to help with. We're almost finished anyway.' said Ron. 'Well if you want to recieve a decent grade Mr Weasley, you better pull your finger out .' replied Snape. 'Which one sir? My pinky?' Harry and Ron burst out laughing, rolling around on the floor. Tears of laughter pouring out of their eyes. 'What is so funny?' demanded Snape. Ron and Harry were laughing too hard to reply. 'If you don't stop laughing this instant you will both recieve a weeks worth of detention,' shouted Snape, going very red with anger.
After they finally stopped laughing they had to quickly think of an excuse for their laughter. 'Erm, sorry sir,' said Harry. 'It's just a personal joke between Ron and his brothers, Something that happened in the summer,' lied Harry. 'Well I'd prefer it if you kept your jokes out of my lessons and you concentrated more on your work. Ten points from Gryffindor.,' said Snape as he stormed of back to his table. Harry saw Malfoy laughing in their direction but he didn't care. Ten points was a minor punishment compared to what it could have been if Snape knew it was them knocking on everyones doors early in the morning. 'Well you should have all finished now,' called Snape, twenty minutes later. 'Time to try out your Potions.' Hermione quickly poured their final solution into a small beaker and placed it in the middle of the table. 'Right we need a volunteer to try it out,' explained Snape. 'Who could we use. Let's see. Yes, How about you Mister Longbottom?' 'Well, sir, I don't really want to,' cowarded Neville. 'Im scared.' 'Tough,' replied Snape with a horrible smile on his face. Neville nervously steeped forward, shaking with fear. 'Now we need someone's potion to try. Yes, Let's try Malfoys,' said Snape. 'All you have to do is drink it and within seconds you should turn younger. The more you drink, the younger you will get. I have warned you.' Neville took a small sip and everyone watched intentively as Neville shrunk down to a nine year old. 'Well done Malfoys group. A definate Pass I'd say. Now we need someone's potion to make him back to normal. I think Mr Potters mixture should be able to do the trick. If not then I dread to think what will happen to poor Mr Longbottom here. Neville let out a nervous cry before he took another small sip, this time of the ageing potion. To Harry's luck Neville turned back to his original age. 'Well, yes, you've just scraped a pass there Potters group.' said Snape bitterly. 'What do you mean, scraped a pass. It was perfect,' said Ron. Snape choose to ignore Ron and yelled for everyone to pack up their stuff. To everyone's delight the bell rung before Snape could set any homework.
'He really bloody annoys me at times. The way he favours his own house, the greasy git,' complained Ron as they made their way back to the house common room. 'Our ageing potion was just as good as Malfoy's group, if not better.' 'Well it doesn't matter Ron. We still got a pass,' said Hermione. 'Midnight Phoenix.' The portrait door swung open and they stepped inside. 'Im just glad he didn't have a chance to set us homework. We've already got McGonagalls and Hagrids to do,' said Harry. 'Which I think we should do straight away, you know, to get them out the way.' said Hermione. 'Are you mad? We've only just finished our lessons. Give us a day or two at the least,' replied Ron. 'But if you leave it it's all going to start piling up,' explained Hermione. Harry wasn't going to say it front of Ron but he agreed with Hermione. Finally Hermione won Ron round. They took their bags up to their rooms and came back down with their books and quills in their hands. 'I think we should do Hagrid's first. It's only questions. That way we've got the whole night to transfigure our quills for McGonagalls homwork,' advised Harry. 'Good thinking mate!' replied Harry as they all sat down and opened their copies of 'Beasts of the World' to page sixty five.
'What's the answer to question twelve Harry?' asked Ron scratching his head. 'Well I put 'blood'. Im not sure if it's right though. Ask Hermione,' replied Harry. 'No, I'm not asking her. She'll rip my head of for not paying attention in lesson,' whispered Ron. 'I'll just put blood as well.' By the time they had finished all one hundred and twelve questions it was time for dinner. They discussed the answers to their questions all the way down to the Great Hall, with Hermione correcting them on the one's they had got wrong.
They all stuffed themselves with as much food as they could before retiring back to their rooms. 'It shouldn't be too hard transforming a quill into a dagger,' said Hermione. 'I mean, it's bound to be as simple as the other spell's. I'll just check in the book.' Hermione opened up 'Toilsome Transfiguration' and looked for the spell. 'I told you it would be easy,' she said as she found the right spell. 'All you have to do is concentrate on what you are transforming whilst picturing a dagger. When that image is firmly in your head you must point your wand at the object and utter 'Daggerarous'.' 'That doesn't sound hard at all,' said Ron. 'How do you change it back though once you've transfigured it?' 'You just point your wand at it and say 'return'. It's a very easy process,' explained Hermione. 'I'll go first then,' said Harry feeling confident. Harry got out his quill and placed it onto the table. He closed his eye's and tried to visualise a dagger. When he had done he pointed his wand out his quill and shouted 'Daggerarous'. The quill immediatly transformed into a small silver dagger. Harry was completely set back with shock after doing it on his first attempt. 'Oh well done Harry!,' said Hermione excitedly. 'Now transform it back!' Harry pointed his wand out the dagged and said return. With a puff of smoke the dagger had transformed to its original state. 'How do we prove to McGonagall that we've done it though?' asked Harry. 'Well it says here in the book that the transformation leaves a mark on the original object,' stated Hermione. Harry grabbed his quill and looked closley. On the end of the quill was a small picture of a dagger. 'Your turn now Ron,' said Harry smiling. Ron placed his quill onto the table and closed his eye's. Seconds later he pointed his wand at the quill and said 'Daggerarous.' To everyones shock the quill turned into a small pretend dog. Harry and Hermione couldn't hold in their laughter. Harry was wiggling around on the floor pointing at the dog, laughing his head off. 'Dear oh dear,' said Harry wiping the tears away. 'It must have thought you said DOGgerarous.' Ron pointed his wand at the dog and said 'return'. On Ron's second attempt he successfully managed to transform his quill into a dagger. When Harry took a close look at Ron's quill he saw the funny dog marked on it as well as the dagger. After Hermione had finished transforming her quill they all decided it was a good idea for an early night. 'And please don't go wondering the corridors again early in the morning,' pleaded Hermione as she went to go up to her dormitary. 'We won't,' said Ron and Harry in unison. 'Okay then. Thanks.' replied Hermione, though there was a sound of disbelief in her voice. 'I'll see you in the morning.' 'Yeah. Goodnight,' said Harry and Ron. And with that, they retired to bed.
Harry woke very early the next morning. It was still very dark outside. His scar didn't hurt as much as it did yesterday but he had the same horrible dream again. Harry quickly put his hand to his scar to check for blood. It was wet and it stung when he touched it, but no blood had seeped out of it. 'Maybe it wasn't a premonition then,' Harry told himself. 'Just a bad dream. After all Dumbledore said he might be wrong and my scar hasn't reacted in the same way.' Harry new straight away though that Dumbledore wasn't wrong. He never has been it isn't this time. Harry couldn't believe he actually got his hopes up for about twenty seconds for nothing. Harry looked at his alarm clock. It was four o'clock in the morning. He got out of bed and queitly made his way out of the bedroom. He went down the stairs and sat in the comfortable chair opposite the fire. He wanted to do something. He wanted to walk around but knew if he was spotted he would instantly be in detention. 'That's it,' said Harry. Someone had just turnt on a light in his brain. 'The Invisibility Cloak.' Harry quickly ran back up the stairs and silenty tiptoed back into the room. He quietly open his bedside drawers and blindly searched for his cloak. 'Oh come on, where are ya?' Harry whispered. 'I'm right here,' said Ron. Harry jumped and let out a small scream. Ron was watching Harry with interest from his bed. 'You almost gave me a bloody heart attack,' Harry whispered to Ron. 'Sorry,' he mouthed back. 'What are you looking for anyway?' 'My invisibility cloak,' replied Harry. 'Why, where are you going?' 'Dunno, just for a walk around the school. Wanna come?' Ron sat in thought for a few seconds before accepting the invitation. 'If we get caught we're dead though' said Ron smiling. 'I know, but thats never stopped us before has it!' replied Harry grinning. Harry found the cloak and threw the rest of his stuff back into their drawers. 'You ready?' Harry asked. 'Ready when you are,' Ron whispered back. Harry threw the cloak over both of them and they both quietly left the room. They got down the bottom of the stairs and pushed open the portrait door.
'Err, where are we actually going Harry?' asked Ron. 'Don't know to be honest. I'm sure we can find somewhere to go, said Harry. They walked around the school corridors for ten minutes in silence, taking any corridor that took their fancy. They walked past Snape's office and heard a loud snoring coming from inside. 'Harry, I've got an idea,' said Ron giggling. 'What?' asked Harry intrigued. 'You'll see!' Ron led Harry up to Snape's door and knocked loudly. 'Who....who..is it?' asked Snape sleepily. Ron knocked again. 'Bloody Peeves, if thats you I'm gonna...' Snape pulled open his door wearing a dressing gown that was a very feminine pink colour. Harry went into a state of silent laughter. 'Snape, dressed in pink. How manly' harry thought to himself. Harry and Ron took a couple of steps back so that Snape didn't make contact with them. Professor Snape looked up and down the corridor before retiring back to bed. They waited two more minutes until they could hear Snape's snores. Ron walked up to the door again. They could hear Snape's thunderous voice shout 'PEEVES' as they ran out of site around the corner. 'What the hell was he wearing!' joked Ron as they rounded the corner. 'Looked like something my Aunt wears when she gets out the shower!' exclaimed Harry. Ron laughed. 'I think it's time for Filch now Harry!' said Ron smiling. 'I don't know if we should. After all, you're Head Boy now and if you get caught it could put your duty into Jeopardy. Harry saw the down hearted expression on Ron's face and gave in. 'Oh go on then!' he said smiling.
By the time they had got back to the common room it was getting much brighter outside. 'Did you see McGonagalls face?' asked Ron laughing as he removed the cloak from over his head. 'McGonagalls. I thought Professor Trelawnys face was the best. I would have thought she would have known it was us though,' said Harry. 'Maybe her 'inner eye' was a bit blurry,' replied Ron. Harry laughed very loud at Ron's comment. Everyone knew Professor Trelawny was a big fake at her job but everyone had rather grown fond of her after her unfair sacking by Umbridge two years ago. 'What do you think the time is?' asked Harry once the laughter had stopped. 'It's got to be about half six at least,' replied Ron. They both walked back up to their domitary and opened the door. Neville was already up and walking about. Harry looked at his alarm clock. It read 6:57. Harry couldn't believe they had been out terrorising the teachers for so long. 'Where have you guys been?' asked Neville looking to Harry and then to Ron. 'Oh we, just...erm... went down to the..erm..Great Hall to see if..erm... breakfast was being served yet.' replied Harry trying to quickly think up a good excuse. 'Yeah that's right,' added Ron. 'And is it?' asked Neville rubbing his stomach hungrily. 'Yeah!' 'No!' Neville looked at Harry who had said 'yes' and then at Ron who has said 'no'. 'Is it or not cause I'm starving?' asked Neville with a very puzzled look on his face. 'I meant yes,' replied Ron. 'Great. Have you guys eaten yet?' questioned Neville. 'No not yet,' said Harry. 'Oh I might as well quickly wait for you then,' said Neville. Harry and Ron slowly got washed and changed trying to stall time so that the Hall would definatly be open when they got down there. After Neville's fifth cry of 'Hurry up' they finally left the bedroom for breakfast.
'I can't wait for lessons today,' exclaimed Neville as they all walked down to the Hall. 'Why not?' asked Harry. 'Dunno really. Ever since last year I've felt that I've become a much better wizard in all aspects of magic. Even potions, though Professor Snape does still scare me abit,' replied Neville. Ron and Harry knew that they could never take Snape seriously again after seeing him in his pink dresing gown. To Harry's and Ron's luck the Great Hall was already open and serving breakfast when they got there. They all tucked into a huge breakfast ready for their first lesson of the year. 'I hope McGonagall doesn't have a hard lesson planned for us today,' said Ron to Harry and Neville. 'I doubt it, not on the first lesson of the term. Plus I'll bet she's too tired to teach today anyway,' replied Harry throwing a huge grin towards Ron. Ten minutes later Hermione arrived wearing her new school robes, obviously raring to go. 'Only an hour now,' she said excitedly, counting the minutes until the first lesson started. 'In that case we had better go and get our books,' said Harry giving Ron a look that said 'lets get out of here before Hermione bores us to death with her lesson predictions for the day!' Ron got up immediatly. 'Oh yeah, I forgot we need our books,' said Ron trying to sound convincing. Ron walked after Harry. They could hear Hermione telling Neville what she thought they were going to learn in todays Transfiguration lesson. 'What books will we be needing today?' asked Ron as they walked slowly back to the common room, trying to kill some time before their lesson. 'Well we'll need our copies of 'Toilsome Transfiguration' and 'Beasts of the World' for now. Then after lunch we have potions so we'll need our versions of 'Fighting the Dark arts,' explained Harry. Ron started laughing for no apparent reason. 'Err...Whats funny?' asked Harry once Ron had pulled himself together. 'Sorry Harry, it's just that I keep getting visions of Snape dancing around in his Pink dressing gown singing at the top of his voice!,' said Ron going back into a fit of laughter. 'Well I wouldn't laugh that hard in his lesson today or there's bound to be trouble,' said Harry.
Harry could not find his copy of 'Beasts of the World' anywhere. 'Why don't you just Accio Beasts of the World?' suggested Ron. 'Cause I don't wanna risk thousands of animals flying through the bedroom window,' replied Harry. 'Oh yeah. Didn't think about that replied Ron scratching his head. By the time Harry found all his books they found themselves running to the transfiguration classroom. 'If we're late for our first lesson McGonagalls going to kill us!' said Ron as they ran at full speed. They rounded the corridor to McGonagalls room and slowly pushed open the door. Luckily she hadn't arrived yet. Hermione was sitting at the back of the classroom, reserving two seats, one either side of her. 'Cheers Hermione,' said Harry panting as he sat down. He put his bag on the floor and placed his wand and Transfiguration book onto the table. 'Where have you been? You're almost late you know,' said Hermione. 'Really? You know what Harry. I knew we were running for some reason.' said Ron sarcastically, shaking his head at Hermione. Harry laughed but disguised it into a cough so that Hermione didn't hear him. 'Yeah, sorry. It took me ages to find my books,' explained Harry. 'Well you'll have to be more organised than that if you're going to finish this year with the qualifications you want Harry,' said Hermione. 'Hermione. It's the first day of term and you're already talking about the end of the year. You need to relax abit. Anyway, McGonagall isn't even here yet so we havn't missed anything,' said Ron. 'Well you might have,' finished Hermione. They all sat in silence until Professor McGonagall entered the room. 'Sorry I'm late. I only woke up twenty minutes ago. I had alot of trouble sleeping you see,' said Professor McGonagall. Harry and Ron looked at each other and started giggling. 'Anyway, I want to welcome you all back to school. This will undoubtedly be your hardest year in Transfiguration. This year we will really see what you have learnt over the last six school years. If you want to pass this class you will have to put in more work than you have ever done before. You have been warned. Everyone in the class was looking around with nervous expressions on their faces. Hermione however was looking very excited by Professor McGonagalls words. McGonagall continued. 'If you would all like to put your wands away in your bags and get out your quills you will copying down off the board today.' Hermione let out a groan but she was the only one. Everyone else seemed thankful that no wand work was to be required on their first day. Harry did what he was told and placed his wand safely into his bag and got out some parchment and his quill. He quickly copied down the title from the board and sat waiting for McGonagall to start taking.
The Lesson went surprisingly quick. Harry had managed to fill up nine whole pages of writing. The only downside to the lesson was they was set Homework to be handed in next week. Harry felt quietly confident that he'd be able to successfully transfigure his quill into a dagger, and then back again to it's originl state. 'Well that lesson wasn't too bad,' said Ron as the exited McGonagalls classroom. 'Yeah. I thought it would be quite an easy lesson but not that easy,' replied Harry. 'Well I really wanted to do some wand work today. All summer I've been practicing my transfiguration on anything I could get my hands on at home.' complained Hermione. 'Doesn't matter though. Care of Magical Creatures next. We can finally talk to Hagrid,' explained Harry. This seemed to lift Hermione's spirits abit. 'Oh yeah. Goody. I wonder what fascinating creatures we'll be learning about today,' said Hermione. 'Don't know about the term 'fascinating' Hermione,' said Ron. 'Try 'dangerous' or 'deadly', added Ron laughing. They walked out the main school doors out onto the school grounds. They could see the slytherins already waiting outside Hagrid's hut. 'Oh I forgot we still have to learn with them,' said Hermione pointing over towards the group of ten slytherins. 'Malfoy better not ruin this lesson for Hagrid or I'll have to transfigure his head into a teapot,' said Ron with a slight tone of anger in his voice. 'I doubt he will. He hasn't got Crabbe and Goyle by his side for protection now has he,' said Harry. 'Well I still wouldn't put it past him,' said Hermione. They walked down to Hagrids cabin and waited for him to appear. They sat down on the wooden bench by the small paddock and got out their copies of 'Beasts of the World.' 'We better need this book now after it took us ages to find it!,' said Harry. They sat in conversation for five minutes waiting for Hagrid to turn up and teach Finally the cabin door swung open and Hagrid appeared at the door. Everybody let out a horrible scream as Hagrid staggered out of the door, blood all over him.
'Whassa matter with you lot?' asked Hagrid. 'H..Hagrid. What happened to you,' asked Harry pointing to all the blood on his shirt. 'Oh that. Not to worry. Ain't my blood ya see. I was just preparing some food for the Fidglers.' explained Hagrid. 'The that?' asked Neville, with a great sense of interest. 'Fidglers! They're what you'll be studing today. Right lil creatutes they are,' replied Hagrid laughing. 'If you'd like to come round to the other side of me cabin I'll show you 'em.' They all followed closely behind Hagrid. Malfoy choose to stick at the back of the class in case Fidglers were huge man eating monsters. As they got round the corner the saw that Fidglers were not in fact Man eating monsters. They were cute hairy looking dog creatures. All the girls let out 'arrrs' as the saw them. 'These are Fidglers. Be careful when you approach 'em. They arn't dangerous but if ya make 'em scared they do tend to nip ya,' explained Hagrid, holding up his bandaged fingers. 'They look pathetic if you ask me,' Harry heard Malfoy tell Pansy Parkinson. 'Why don't you shut up Malfoy,' Harry said angrily. 'Make me Potter,' replied Malfoy menacingly. Harry knew Malfoy was looking for a way to disrupt the lesson so Harry just ignored him and turnt around. 'What do they do?' asked Lavender. 'Well. They're clever lil things. They can pick up the scent of blood from roughly about a mile away. The Ministry of Magic use them when they are looking for missing people. You know. Just in case. Anyway. Back to the lesson. You will all be assigned a Fidgler each. Peices of meat have been hidden all around the grounds and the person who's Fidgler finds the moist peices gets a small prize.' A sound of excitement rang through the group. 'Well of you go then. You have an hour and a half.' said Hagrid pointing to his watch. With that everyone ran over to the Fidgler pen with caution and selected a Fidgler.
As soon as Harry had let his Fidgler run off on it's such for food he went to talk to Hagrid. 'You alright 'Arry?' asked Hagrid as they sat down on the bench. 'Not bad,' replied Harry. 'What do you think of the Fidglers?' questioned Hagrid. 'They kind of remind me of the Nifflers we had ages ago,' said Harry. 'Well thats cause they're from the same family you see 'Arry.' explained Hagrid. Harry's Fidgler came tearing back towards him with a huge peice of meat in its mouth. It was dripping with blood. Harry took the meat from it's mouth and placed it into a small cardboard box. 'Anyway. I 'eard about ya dream 'Arry. I don't believe it's a premonition for a second. Total codswallop if you ask me. As soon as Dumbledore told me I was like 'there's no way 'Arry can be 'aving premontions at his age'. Dumbledore isn't so sure though. But if I were you I wouldn't think on it for a second.' 'Yeah, Im trying not to,' said Harry gloomily. Harry's Fidgler cam running back to Harry with it' second peice of meat before running off again in search for another. 'Anyway 'Arry,' said Hagrid changing the subject. 'You must be looking forward to the new quidditch season. Going for you fourth consecutive quidditch title ay!' 'Yeah, I think this year will be our best year yet,' replied Harry. They continued to talk about Gryffindors chances for the cup for ten more minutes. 'Anyway 'Arry. I'm gonna go check on the other students. Make sure they're keepin' out of trouble,' said Hagrid. 'Yeah Okay. I better run off and find my Fidgler,' replied Harry. They both walked off in different directions. Harry was walking past the whomping willow when he saw Ron running off after his Fidgler, cover in blood from all the meat. Harry found his one digging up the turf by the school entrance. It poked his head up from the ground with another juicy peice of meat hanging from its mouth. Half an hour later Harry heard Hagrid's booming voice calling everyone back in. Everyone put their Fidglers safely back into their pens and waited to see who had won the competition. 'I 'ope you all had a constructive lesson today. There's bound to be some questions on Fidglers in your Final exam so for your Homework tonight I want you all to do the revision questions on page sixty five from your books.' said Hagrid Everyone groaned at the mention of homework but there attention was soon recaptured when the announcement of the wiiner was to be made. 'In third place, with seven peices 'a meat, Miss Parkinson. In second place with eight peices 'a meat, Mr Weasley. Finally, the winner with ten peices 'a meat, Miss Granger.
For winning, Hermione was given a huge slab of Honeydukes chocolate and a small barrel of Butterbeer. After the lesson had finished they went back to the Great Hall for lunch. 'That was a really good lesson I thought,' said Hermione smiling. 'A much better change to the stuff Hagrid normally shows us!' 'They reminded me abit of the Nifflers we used in our fourth year,' said Ron. 'Thats because the Fidglers are relations of the Nifflers,' explained Harry. 'Hagrid told me.' They sat down at the table and pulled plates towards them. 'Double Potions next!' said Hermione as she placed a couple of cheese and ham sandwiches on her plate. 'Oh. Goody. Can't wait,' said Ron sarcastically, tucking into his sauasage sandwich. 'I dont think it will be that bad. Well maybe. Depends what kind of mood Snape's in today. They engaged in conversation for thirty more minutes before deciding it was time to head down to the dungeons. 'I hope Snape doesn't get us making up huge difficult potions today. Im too tired,' said Ron. 'I bet he is as well,' said Harry laughing. Ron went into hysterics as he walked. 'What? What's so funny?' asked Hermione. 'Nothing. Don't worry!' said Harry. 'Tell me. Please,' said Hermione, desperate for the answer. Harry gave in and told her all about walking the corridors at the early hours of the morning and knocking on all the teachers doors. 'Oh I do hope you didn't. That could get you into serious trouble you know,' said Hermione, telling them off. 'We know!' said Ron, still laughing. 'I would have thought you were more grown up than that. You have to set an example for the new kids. Not do stupid things like that on your first school day. Especially you Ron. These new kids will be looking up to you now you're Head Boy.' 'Oh do relax Hermione. It was just a little bit of harmless fun. Anyway if you could have seen Snape. He was....' 'I don't want to know,' snapped Hermione. They walked the remainder of the way in silence, not dearing to say a word in case Hermione bit their head off.
They pushed open Snape's door and stepped inside. It was very dark and smokey. Snape was sitting stiffly behind his table, writing notes of some sort onto a small peice of parchment. Harry, Ron and Hermione went and sat at the three small tables at the back of the class. Once everyone had found there seats and settled down Snape got up from his seat and started writing onto the black board. 'Today we will be learning how to make a very difficult ageing potion called 'Interimium'. One half of the class will be making the potion that makes people older than they reall are and the other half of the class will of course be making a potion to make you younger. When I write down the ingrediants onto the board I want to see you all making yourselves into small groups of four.' explained Snape. He turnt around, grabbed a small peice of chalk and started to write down the ingrediants. Neville decided to join up with Harry, Ron and Hermione to make their four. Once the ingrediants and instuctions were written down on the board everyone were told which potion they were to be making. 'Oh I was hoping we'd be given the de-ageing potion.' said Hermione. 'It looks alot more challenging.' 'Are you mad Hermione?' asked Ron. 'This way we've got less chance of messing up.' 'Well I'll go get the ingrediants than shall I?,' said Harry getting up and walking to Snape's supply cupboard. Harry came back with some Lacewing flies, Knotgrass, a small flask full of Powdered Bicorn Horn, Snarled claw and some black beetle eyes. 'So what to we put in first?' asked Neville as Harry placed everything neatly around the table. 'Well first we need to heat the cauldron to exactly 34 degrees,' said Hermione, lighting the fire underneath Harry's cauldron. 'Now if you want to put in the Powdered Bicorn horn that would be great Neville.' 'We have to wait ten more minutes before we can put in the knotgrass,' explained Ron looking at the instructions on the board. After half an hour of work, Snape started wondering around the class checking on peoples progress. 'Oh no. Here comes sir Pinksalot!' exclaimed Ron. Harry had to quickly make himself busy to stop himself from laughing out loud. 'Right. Okay then. Lets see how Potter's group is doing,' said Snape walking over. Hermione, Neville and Harry quickly busied themselves. Ron sat there not knowing what to do. 'And why arn't you helping your workmates?' Snape asked Ron. 'I..erm..cant think of anything to help with. We're almost finished anyway.' said Ron. 'Well if you want to recieve a decent grade Mr Weasley, you better pull your finger out .' replied Snape. 'Which one sir? My pinky?' Harry and Ron burst out laughing, rolling around on the floor. Tears of laughter pouring out of their eyes. 'What is so funny?' demanded Snape. Ron and Harry were laughing too hard to reply. 'If you don't stop laughing this instant you will both recieve a weeks worth of detention,' shouted Snape, going very red with anger.
After they finally stopped laughing they had to quickly think of an excuse for their laughter. 'Erm, sorry sir,' said Harry. 'It's just a personal joke between Ron and his brothers, Something that happened in the summer,' lied Harry. 'Well I'd prefer it if you kept your jokes out of my lessons and you concentrated more on your work. Ten points from Gryffindor.,' said Snape as he stormed of back to his table. Harry saw Malfoy laughing in their direction but he didn't care. Ten points was a minor punishment compared to what it could have been if Snape knew it was them knocking on everyones doors early in the morning. 'Well you should have all finished now,' called Snape, twenty minutes later. 'Time to try out your Potions.' Hermione quickly poured their final solution into a small beaker and placed it in the middle of the table. 'Right we need a volunteer to try it out,' explained Snape. 'Who could we use. Let's see. Yes, How about you Mister Longbottom?' 'Well, sir, I don't really want to,' cowarded Neville. 'Im scared.' 'Tough,' replied Snape with a horrible smile on his face. Neville nervously steeped forward, shaking with fear. 'Now we need someone's potion to try. Yes, Let's try Malfoys,' said Snape. 'All you have to do is drink it and within seconds you should turn younger. The more you drink, the younger you will get. I have warned you.' Neville took a small sip and everyone watched intentively as Neville shrunk down to a nine year old. 'Well done Malfoys group. A definate Pass I'd say. Now we need someone's potion to make him back to normal. I think Mr Potters mixture should be able to do the trick. If not then I dread to think what will happen to poor Mr Longbottom here. Neville let out a nervous cry before he took another small sip, this time of the ageing potion. To Harry's luck Neville turned back to his original age. 'Well, yes, you've just scraped a pass there Potters group.' said Snape bitterly. 'What do you mean, scraped a pass. It was perfect,' said Ron. Snape choose to ignore Ron and yelled for everyone to pack up their stuff. To everyone's delight the bell rung before Snape could set any homework.
'He really bloody annoys me at times. The way he favours his own house, the greasy git,' complained Ron as they made their way back to the house common room. 'Our ageing potion was just as good as Malfoy's group, if not better.' 'Well it doesn't matter Ron. We still got a pass,' said Hermione. 'Midnight Phoenix.' The portrait door swung open and they stepped inside. 'Im just glad he didn't have a chance to set us homework. We've already got McGonagalls and Hagrids to do,' said Harry. 'Which I think we should do straight away, you know, to get them out the way.' said Hermione. 'Are you mad? We've only just finished our lessons. Give us a day or two at the least,' replied Ron. 'But if you leave it it's all going to start piling up,' explained Hermione. Harry wasn't going to say it front of Ron but he agreed with Hermione. Finally Hermione won Ron round. They took their bags up to their rooms and came back down with their books and quills in their hands. 'I think we should do Hagrid's first. It's only questions. That way we've got the whole night to transfigure our quills for McGonagalls homwork,' advised Harry. 'Good thinking mate!' replied Harry as they all sat down and opened their copies of 'Beasts of the World' to page sixty five.
'What's the answer to question twelve Harry?' asked Ron scratching his head. 'Well I put 'blood'. Im not sure if it's right though. Ask Hermione,' replied Harry. 'No, I'm not asking her. She'll rip my head of for not paying attention in lesson,' whispered Ron. 'I'll just put blood as well.' By the time they had finished all one hundred and twelve questions it was time for dinner. They discussed the answers to their questions all the way down to the Great Hall, with Hermione correcting them on the one's they had got wrong.
They all stuffed themselves with as much food as they could before retiring back to their rooms. 'It shouldn't be too hard transforming a quill into a dagger,' said Hermione. 'I mean, it's bound to be as simple as the other spell's. I'll just check in the book.' Hermione opened up 'Toilsome Transfiguration' and looked for the spell. 'I told you it would be easy,' she said as she found the right spell. 'All you have to do is concentrate on what you are transforming whilst picturing a dagger. When that image is firmly in your head you must point your wand at the object and utter 'Daggerarous'.' 'That doesn't sound hard at all,' said Ron. 'How do you change it back though once you've transfigured it?' 'You just point your wand at it and say 'return'. It's a very easy process,' explained Hermione. 'I'll go first then,' said Harry feeling confident. Harry got out his quill and placed it onto the table. He closed his eye's and tried to visualise a dagger. When he had done he pointed his wand out his quill and shouted 'Daggerarous'. The quill immediatly transformed into a small silver dagger. Harry was completely set back with shock after doing it on his first attempt. 'Oh well done Harry!,' said Hermione excitedly. 'Now transform it back!' Harry pointed his wand out the dagged and said return. With a puff of smoke the dagger had transformed to its original state. 'How do we prove to McGonagall that we've done it though?' asked Harry. 'Well it says here in the book that the transformation leaves a mark on the original object,' stated Hermione. Harry grabbed his quill and looked closley. On the end of the quill was a small picture of a dagger. 'Your turn now Ron,' said Harry smiling. Ron placed his quill onto the table and closed his eye's. Seconds later he pointed his wand at the quill and said 'Daggerarous.' To everyones shock the quill turned into a small pretend dog. Harry and Hermione couldn't hold in their laughter. Harry was wiggling around on the floor pointing at the dog, laughing his head off. 'Dear oh dear,' said Harry wiping the tears away. 'It must have thought you said DOGgerarous.' Ron pointed his wand at the dog and said 'return'. On Ron's second attempt he successfully managed to transform his quill into a dagger. When Harry took a close look at Ron's quill he saw the funny dog marked on it as well as the dagger. After Hermione had finished transforming her quill they all decided it was a good idea for an early night. 'And please don't go wondering the corridors again early in the morning,' pleaded Hermione as she went to go up to her dormitary. 'We won't,' said Ron and Harry in unison. 'Okay then. Thanks.' replied Hermione, though there was a sound of disbelief in her voice. 'I'll see you in the morning.' 'Yeah. Goodnight,' said Harry and Ron. And with that, they retired to bed.
