Day One

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"Your late, your late, your late it's time to get your fat arse out of bed NOW!"

"Dean, shut that bloody alarm clock off now or I'll come over and break it upon your head," yelled Ron who was face down in his pillow.

"What?…..oh alarm clock …….." groggily mumbled Dean as he hit the clock successfully turning it off.

For a while all five boys just laid there waiting for someone to get up and start the process of getting ready for school. No one moved. Harry groaned, no one was going to move until he did. Rolling off his bed he grabbed his glasses and stretched, "Come on, let's get going."

Fifteen minutes later the 5th year boys of Gryffindor appeared in the great hall wandering around the table looking for food. Hermione and Icicle were sitting down talking to each other between bites when Ron sat down besides them. "Morning Herm, morning Icicle," said Ron as he grabbed for some food.

"Good Morning," chirped Hermione who was obviously looking forward to starting her classes.

Harry sighed; some things will never change no matter what happens. Hell could break loose on earth and Hermione will only be concerned about her extra credit assignments. With out further ado Harry sat down and started to scarf down food, I have been doing that a lot lately thought Harry.

"Harry, chew, swallow, and breath for us please!" exclaimed Icicle.

"MMMmmm…..?"

"Inhaling solid substances is not good for you, chew and enjoy whatever that blob of food is."

Harry looked down, sure enough his food was a blob, a blob of what he didn't know or care. When Harry finished eating, Hermione decided to speak up, "Harry what happened last night? Ron and I were waiting up for you to make sure that you were all right and to find out what Dumbledore has to say but you sunk by us."

"Well I came in and saw you two deep in a conversation that I didn't feel like joining so I decided to head to bed." replied Harry.

"You should have interrupted us," spoke up Ron, "Hermione spent the whole night worrying that something horrible was going on and that you would be sent to China for protection."

Hermione glared at Ron as Harry laughed, "Nothing horrible happened. Icicle and I left the great hall together and walked up to Dumbledore's office……….

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A while later Harry sat in front of his schedule in horror after he had finished explaining to Ron and Hermione an edited version of the Dumbledore meeting. There are just some things that he knew that were better off if they remain unknown.

Divination, potions and then history of magic, Harry's day couldn't get any worse. "I can't believe that we have potions, divination and history of magic on the same day! What the bloody hell were the teachers thinking!" steamed Ron.

"Divination, divination! I can't believe that out of all the classes Dumbledore put me in divination! I asked and I begged and even threatened not to be in that class but no, I have to take that piece of crud class because it will improve your magical skills by mastering such an abstract form of magic," said Icicle as she mimicked Dumbledore.

Ron and Icicle continued to complain and moan until the group left the great hall and Hermione pranced away towards her Arithmancy class. When Hermione disappeared down the corridor Icicle spoke up, "I am ditching. The only way that I would go to that class is if I was dragged fighting all the way. See you at potions."

"I can't believe that you're ditching on the first day." yelled Harry as Icicle skipped down the hallway.

"I can't believe it either, I never ditched at my old school. Have fun!"

A long walk and many hallways later Harry and Ron arrived in Trelawney's stuffy classroom where they sat down at the only free table. As the class started to settle down Dumbledore walked in with a pissed off looking Icicle behind him. "I have a student of yours. She apparently got lost trying to find your class but I know that she won't have anymore problems. Right Icicle?"

"Of course not…….Hitler."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and processed to leave the classroom. Icicle stomped over to where Harry and Ron were and threw her backpack down as she slouched down in her chair. "Now class, the divine powers visited me this summer and told me of so many horrible things to come. A test that will determine your future lies ahead of your path. It is because of this that I have chosen to start the year with tea leaves. A massive review will be needed for you to come anywhere near passing. You may get your cups and Neville do get a blue one again."

The students started working with the normal shattering of Neville's first cup in the background. "How did Dumbledore catch you?" asked Ron.

Icicle sipped her tea slowly trying to procrastinate as much as possible, "Well I headed back to the common room where Dumbledore sat waiting for me so that he could drag me to class. So we started arguing and I obviously lost.  What blows me away is that he actually knew that I was going to ditch."

"Icicle stop chatting and get to work," snapped Trelawney as she walked by their table.

"Who wants to read my cup," asked Harry

"I will," smirked Ron, "Let's see you will face a gruesome death by a wild flobberworm who will gum you to death."

Harry snorted, "Oh no I am going to die."

"Why do I sense that your voice is dripping with sarcasm?" asked Icicle, "Is predicting your death by flobberworms a common thing in this class?"

"Not death by floberworms in particular but my death itself is." replied Harry as he started to read Icicle's cup.

The class continued like so for the rest of the hour and sure enough Professor Trelawney had predicted Harry's death several times by the end of the class. The bell rang and the whole group headed towards the dungeons barley making it in time. "Where have you been?" hissed Hermione as they all started taking a seat.

"Our class room is a little father away from the dungeons then yours Herm," replied Ron as he dug through his bag for his summer essay.

The bell rang and Snape walked into class with his usual bad temper. "Five points from Mr. Longbottom for not having his essay out and ready when the bell rang."

The Slytherins snickered as they started to rustle through their bags for their essays. Snape pretended that he didn't hear his house digging for their papers and continued to talk to the class, "Turn in your papers and get out a quill and some pieces of parchment because we have a lot of notes to take. This year we will be going into medical potions such as a dreamless sleep potion and others along that line."

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Harry had a painful hand cramp by the end of class. They had spent the whole period taking notes on the history of medical potions and proper preparation skills that will be used all year. Luckily they hadn't had time to start to any potions which saved the Gryffindors from losing too many points.

Lunch passed uneventfully as did History of Magic. That class may be boring but at least you were in no danger of losing points if to choose to go to sleep. It was later that evening when Harry, Ron and Hermione decided to head for dinner and they met up with the Fred and George. "Hey Harry, this Friday at 6 o'clock we are having a Quidditch practice meeting thing. We have to elect a new captain and figure out about holding try outs since most of the team will be graduating this year."

"Great, I really missed flying over the summer."

Harry chatted with a few friends that he hadn't spent any time with this year and eventually everyone headed up to their towers. When Harry, Ron and Hermione got back to the common room Hermione sat down in one of the big arm chairs with a book about prefects while Ron and Harry started chatting about Quidditch strategies.

"Where did Icicle disappear to?" asked Ron who had suddenly realized that she had been missing the whole evening.

"I don't know," replied Hermione who was still glued to book, "I haven't seen her since she went into our dorm before dinner."

Buddy, who was laying down besides Harry, hear a noise so he bolted up and ran toward the portrait of the fat lady standing there wiggling like he was the happiest creature on the planet. As if on cue Icicle stepped through the portrait sweaty with her hair pulled back and dressed in muggle clothes. When she saw Buddy she greeted him with an ear rub and kiss on the nose. "Where have you been?" asked Ron.

"Dance class, I had ballet and jazz today." replied Icicle as she pulled a water bottle out of her bag and started to drain it's contents.

"They offer dance classes at Hogwarts?"

"Nope, I go to my muggle studio every day for class. But guess what I might get to apparate there pretty soon. I think Dumbledore is going to work out a deal with the ministry so that he doesn't have to arrange all of those porkeys."

"That would be smart. My dad says that arranging porkeys is a pain in the butt." Ron's face lit up, "Hey Icicle are you up for a game of chess?"

"I don't know how to play but teach me and I'll give it a shot." said Icicle as she threw down her bag and sat down to what would be a slaughter.

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