Chapter One

Stirring from an unpleasant night's sleep, Harry yawned and stretched his arms above his head. His stomach settle mostly over the night, but there was enough rumbling in there to remind him of the previous nights events.

All Harry tried doing was retrieve his Transfiguration book from one of the tables in the Common Room. Percy had other ideas for him, casting spells against Harry from the darkness. The blinding light still burned his eyes and just thinking about him made him temporarily seeing impaired.

"Harry, wake up!" the familiar voice of his friend finally brought him back to reality, giving him back his sight.

"Watimeisit?" he blended his words to one as Ron shook him awake vigorously, "Stoppit!" Harry hollered,

"Get up all ready Harry, we're going to miss breakfast if you don't get on your robes," Ron pulled back and sat onto his own four-poster.

"I'm up, just give me a minute to wake up." Harry wiped off the blanket from the top of him and perched himself upright, "What time is it?"

"Nearly ten. Hermione's going to kill us if we are late! We're supposed to meet her in the 2nd floor girl's bathroom to work on the Poly Juice Potion, remember?" he said just above a whisper as he slid his feet into socks.

"No, I remember, I've just have had other things on my mind." Harry rubbed his forehead in attempt to sooth the headache that came rushing.

How could I have forgotten something like that? Harry asked himself, something so important like this?

"Well let's go so we can eat first," Ron headed for the door to leave then turned back a confused look on his face, "Harry, you have like a red slash across your face, what did you do?"

Automatically Harry raised his hand to where a burn seared his skin, he hadn't noticed it before, "It's nothing, I must've fallen or something. Don't bother about it." Harry assured Ron who shrugged and walked to the Common Room.

In a hurry, Harry shed his pajamas and put on his Hogwarts clothes and robe. The end of his robe flicked at his heel as he trotted down the stairs to the Common Room.

Ron was waiting for him, holding a book in his hand. It was his transfiguration book, the one he should've retrieved the night before.

"Isn't this your book Harry?" Ron raised his eyebrow in question.

"Uh yeah, seems that way," Harry went to grab the book from Ron, but he pulled it out of his reach.

"I thought that you came down here to get it last night, but here it was." Ron inspected the book.

"Yeah, I couldn't find it." Harry lied, "It thought that it was on table right there," he pointed to the table in front of the biggest couch, "But it wasn't and I couldn't think of anywhere else it would be."

"Funny," Ron muttered, "I came down here, and guess where it was?" Ron dropped the book onto the table.

"I must've missed it." Harry tried to cover his lie, "It was dark, and well, you know how it is."

"yeah I suppose," Ron handed the book to Harry, "better bring it up stairs, before you lose it."

Doing what Ron suggestion, Harry sprinted up to the boy's dorms and threw his book onto the bed. Just as quickly he nearly jumped down the steps.

"We going to the Great Hall first then?" Harry asked, a little winded, "Afterwards to the 2nd floor?"

Ron nodded and the two of them went through the portrait hole into the corridor and towards the staircases.