*Obviously these aren't my characters. I own the plot that's it. Do I have to put this in the front of every Chapter? Would J.K. Rowling really accuse me of taking credit for HER work? I am doubting that. But it is HER work. I only take credit for the plot.

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Cheeks flaming, Ron jammed the quill back into his robe. He was too furious to do anything but stalk out of the room. Harry tried as hard as he could to stop laughing, but he couldn't hold it back. Draco picked himself up, still laughing; he looked at Harry and grinned. "Potter, maybe you should teach Weasels some of your own grace!" Not missing the sarcastic tone in Draco's voice Harry said the only thing he could think of "Oh, stuff it Malfoy!" this only caused Malfoy to laugh harder as he strolled out of the room.

Harry ran up the stairs and came across Neville sitting on the narrow staircase. He was crying. Immediately Harry felt bad for him. He sat down in the small space left on the step next to Neville. "Is it Draco?" Harry asked. Neville only nodded. "What'd he do?" A sob jumped out of Neville's throat, and his shoulders began to shake as he cried harder. Harry patted him on the back, feeling very awkward. Neville's head shot up and he looked Harry in the eyes, his own were now bloodshot, and his face was red and blotchy. He made a motion around his throat and then motioned around his mouth, and then shook his head. It took him a few tries before Harry caught on. "He took your voice?" Harry frowned. Neville nodded, ashamed, and began to cry again. "Laryn Vistoro!" Harry pointed his wand at Neville as he said the words. Who's throat was beginning to glow.

"Thanks Har! You're a friend!" Neville grinned. He scampered up the stairs but stumbled on the top one and slid down a little bit. Causing his robe to fly up and his Knickers to slide down, exposing his butt crack. He turned around as he hitched up his underwear again, cheeks aflame, "my p- pants are being washed" his voice shook and he continued running up the stairs.

Harry held back his laughter until he returned to his and Ron's room. Once he was safely inside, he collapsed to the floor in a fit of laughter. "R- Ron!" he gasped. Ron just stared at Harry, trying not to smile, because he wanted to stay mad. Unfortunately it didn't work. Ron begun laughing too. Harry told him the story, but he was hardly able to go on, because all that laughing gave him the hiccups. "And then (hic) he tried to (hic) tell me that his (hic) pants were (hic) being washed! (hic). Ron began to laugh harder and so did Harry. Someone pounding on the wall interrupted them.

"Shut up!" a muffled voice came through, "Can't a couple get some privacy? You're wrecking the mood!" It took the guys a while to recognize the voice. It was a new student named Sean. He was an exchange student from Ireland and his accent was very thick. Girls seemed to love it, but the guys found it annoying and often ridiculed him about it. "Sean! What poor disillusioned girl do you have in there tonight?" Ron yelled back. "It's none of your business!" came the reply. "But she's far above you two anyway! So I doubt you know her!" Harry laughed to himself, "You mean you've got Madame Pomfrey in there?" He yelled. "You'd like to believe that wouldn't you! It's Ron's mother!" Ron's face changed quickly from amusement to anger. Before they could do anything, they heard Sean yell "No baby, don't go, they're just little boys!" followed by a door slamming. Ron pounded on the wall. "Come over here, Biggerstaff! Come over here and say something about my Mother!" "Ron!" Harry scolded, "Keep your voice down, I bet the whole dorm can here you!" Ron's face turned even redder. He realized he'd been screaming. "Calm down Weasley, I'll bet your Mother wouldn't even know how to-" Before he could finish, Ron had already rushed out of the room and begun beating on Sean's door. Harry followed him out and grabbed Ron's arm before he could pound a hole in the wall.

"Ron, do you want one of the prefects to come down here?" He said, trying to calm Ron down. Ron turned around, his eyes flaming,

"Harry! No one talks about a Weasley like that! NO ONE!" Before he could start pounding, Sean threw open the door. "Boys" he said politely, and pushed his way past them. Ron's eyes were still burning with anger while he watched Sean walk away. "Ignore him Ron" Harry smiled, "He doesn't know your Mom." The two boys returned to their room and retired for the night. But just as Harry was sliding into his bed, he heard a loud crash and what sounded like thousands of people running through the hall. He bolted up and ran to the door. Peeking through the small hole in his door, he was shocked at what he saw.