AN; I don't own Harry and co. never have and (sadly) never will. But its
nice to dream.
Chapter ten. Abysmal Potions Once Again.
Harry turned, "Hi Hagrid. What's up?" the half giant was covered in soot and dust.
"Been helping the workers at the explosion, repairing the engine 'n all. What 'bout you? I hear you were pretty helpful."
"Not just me." Said Harry, annoyed. Hagrid chuckled.
"That's jus' like you too, eh, Harry?"
"I dunno." Said Harry truthfully, not really understanding what his friend was talking about.
"Have you heard much news about You-Know-Who?" he added as he followed Hagrid back to the hut.
Hagrid eyed him thoughtfully as he poured the tea, almost spilling some. "Well, now Harry, I'm sure you know its been pretty quiet."
Harry smiled ruefully, accepting his cup, "don't let Hermione catch you saying that."
Hagrid's face was grave, "yeah, I heard about that. How are they?"
Harry shrugged. "As well as can be expected I guess. She doesn't really talk about them, I think she prefers not to."
"Well, you prefer not to talk about your parents too, so I spose it's natural."
Harry frowned. "I dunno about that Hagrid, I mean, we're not exactly the most ordinary kids around are we?"
"And not kids neither." Agreed Hagrid. "Did you have a good birthday?"
"Yeah, it was okay."
"As good as expected in that house eh?"
"Yep."
There was silence for a second as they sipped their tea and then Harry said, "What have you got lined up for us this year Hagrid?"
"For you older ones I'm having Charlie bring a few Dragons over, only babies, mind, perhaps Norbert will come." Hagrid said hopefully.
"He's no baby." Said Harry hurriedly, thinking of the Norwegian Ridgeback that he had beaten fourth year in the competition. But thinking of that made him think of Cedric, whom he still watched die over an over every night along with Sirius so he changed the subject.
"What other animals?"
"Well, I was thinking about Snorlacks. Not that you'll ever run into them. And then I'm going to give you a good run down on keeping magical pets such as owls, toads, rats, etcetera. Where to put the doves when they're not in your hat and the like."
He spent the next little while talking to Hagrid, and left feeling contented, but only a little drowsy. He was heading along a corridor inside when he ran into Snape.
"Well well Potter, out of bed are we?" sneered the slimy git.
Harry, after the first shock of seeing him willed himself to hate the man, but could only find a mild dislike and something akin to pity inside him, though he would never admit it.
"Couldn't sleep he said truthfully." Not that it's any business of yours he thought wryly.
"Well as it happens your first lesson is potions. We'll see how well you rise to the challenge shall we? But of course, you could never pass up a challenge, could you?"
"Just like my dad." Harry agreed amiably and strode off, feeling rather pleased with himself, and leaving Snape staring wrathfully after him.
-
He was just about to climb in the portrait hole when Professor McGonagall found him.
"Potter! A word if you please."
"Sure Professor, what is it?" Harry waited for the Professor to reach him, his mind flashing back to when he had been set loose from the house last year and a certain grey tabby had rescued him.
"This year we've decided that the Quidditch practice Roster will be done by the teachers. As such Gryffindor will have the pitch Thursdays and Fridays unless a match is coming up and then the practice will be given to the battling teams exclusively. Here is a complete timetable." She handed him a copy and Harry scanned it. "here are all the Gryffindor timetables, I want you to give them out personally so as no fake times will be set by the more comical students. And, have you given any thought as to who you think should be Quidditcch Captain?"
Harry took the timetables. "No, I haven't thought about it." He paused, running through the list of team members. "But as only Ron and I are in seventh year and as I already have the honor of being Head Boy, I think Ron should get it. It's the sorta thing he'd like, and I think he'd be good at it. He loves the game."
The Professor nodded. "Yes, I was leaning towards Mr Weasley, thank you Potter, I shall tell him later today."
The elderly witch walked briskly away and Harry called out, "Professor? Don't tell Ron I suggested him. He'll think it's a handout."
"Alright Potter."
Harry hung the Quidditch time table and used his wand to add a swirling pattern to the days when Gryffindor would practice. He shuffled through the rather large pile of student time tables until he found his own (seventh year times were different than the rest of the schools so they had names on the timetables).
Snape had been right. Potions first. Harry pulled a face and put his timetable in his pocket. He glanced at the clock on the wall and was just about to go upstairs to wake everyone when a noise from behind one of the chairs made him turn. A pair of huge luminous eyes were watching him, and a small pinched face was grinning.
"Hi Dobby. How are you?"
"Harry Potter lowers himself to ask how a lowly house elf is?" asked Dobby in amazement and Harry opened his mouth to tell Dobby that he was a being when e caught the mischievous smile.
"You're teasing. Well done."
"Thank you Harry Potter sir. Dobby was wondering sir if Harry Potter required anything."
"No thank you Dobby, though perhaps if you could help me wake everyone. Is the food ready? I reckon everyone is really hungry."
"Yes sir! The house elves have everything ready. I will go and wake those sleepers."
"Be gentle. A lot of them are pretty high-strung."
Hedwig tapped a window and Harry turned from dobby to see her holding a newspaper clipping her beak. He opened the window and she dropped it on to the floor. Dobby was there, quick as a shot and picking it up for Harry.
Harry read the clipping. It was from the Daily Prophet. He read it aloud.
"The Hogwarts Express was attacked yesterday on its way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There were numerous injuries, and the Driver of the train and fireman were both sadly killed. The school was first alerted when an owl arrived from none other than Harry Potter (the Boy-Who-Lived) telling the teachers of the disaster. Headmaster of the School, Albus Dumbledore says that the culprit has been caught and is a self confessed Death Eater (supporters of You-Know-who) and just escaped from a maximum security vault in the Ministry of Magic."
Harry looked down at Dobby. Then he continued.
"The Headmaster is asking all worried parents to please remain at home. If their child was in any danger the school would contact immediately. Cornelius Fudge says that he 'believes in the strongest of fashions that new leadership is needed at the school. It is quite obvious Dumbledore is loosing his touch.' He reminds the public that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's treatment of the High Inquisitor year before last. Professor Umbridge is now permanently in St Mungo's hospital and is quite insane."
The article went on, telling of the rescue operation but Harry ignored it. So Fudge was trying to get Dumbledore out of office? Again? Like that was going to happen. Harry had lost count of the number of times that Dumbledore had been removed from office in the last seven years. Almost every year there was a threat of it. He wasn't worried, but he pinned the clipping on the board anyway.
"Come on Dobby. Let's wake up Gryffindor."
Ron didn't want to wake. Harry shook him. And again. And again. Then he sighed. Across the room Dobby wasn't having much luck either.
"Dobby, if you don't want to get wet I suggest you hide."
Dobby immediately ducked under a bed.
"Irrigatus dampus."
He waved his wand, thinking again that the standard book of spells number seven and chapter three was a very handy book to have around.
He pointed his wand a Ron. Water appeared above him, and Harry twisted his wand.
"YAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" yelled Ron. Waking everyone else in the room.
"wha?" said Neville, leaping out of bed and fumbling for his wand.
Dean swore and sat up so suddenly that he fell out of bed.
Seamus sat up, bleary eyed, "what you go and make that noise for Ron?"
Ron glared at Harry who smiled amiably.
"You wouldn't wake up. Desiccate!"
The water that was pooling around Ron disappeared and Dobby came out of his hidey hole.
"Dobby, go make a lot of noise under the girl's beds, that'll wake em up."
Neville chuckled.
Harry went down stairs and woke up the first, second and third years while Ron and Neville and Seamus woke the fifth sixth and seventh years.
As he was coming back into the common room he heard yelps and shrieks from the girl's quarters. Dobby appeared to be doing a fine job.
A few minutes later Hermione appeared, looking very bleary eyed and grumpy.
"What on earth did you send Dobby in for Harry?" she complained.
"We wouldn't have minded if you sent yourself in you know." Added Parvati as she went past wither friend. Harry stared at them a second and then flushed. Hermione glared at them and they walked away, giggling.
"Harry's got some admirers!" Ron teased. Harry, feeling very mature, stuck his tongue out at his friend. Ron chuckled, apparently having recovered from his dousing.
Harry handed out the time tables.
Breakfast was a non event, except for the fact that Ron was gloating good- naturedly about being Quidditch captain. He sent letters home, and couldn't help rubbing Bill and Charlie's nose in it. But Potions wasn't a non event. The Three friends were extremely glad to find themselves in the same class, but horrified when Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle waiting outside the dungeon too.
"What are it 'n dit doing here?" muttered Ron in Harry's ear, and Harry shrugged,
"Probably thinking Snape 'l pass em."
"He will." Said Hermione.
Both Ron and Harry looked at her.
"Well, they're in Slytherin." She said with a shrug.
"Yeah, you're right. Sometimes I forget that our teacher is such a lousy-"
"Detention, Weasley, Potter and Granger." Snape was behind them. Harry, who's feeling of pity towards the black robed figure had disappeared, rounded on him.
"What the hell for?"
"Loitering in the hall."
"WHAT?" yelped Ron, "we can't get into you're classroom because it's locked and you've told us that we are never allowed in the dungeon with out a teacher!"
"Talking back to a teacher." Added Snape.
Malfoy was watching, laughing. Harry's temper began to heat up.
"With all due respect sir," he began, his voice barely controlled, "loitering in the hall isn't fair."
"Let me be the judge of what is right Potter."
"yeah." Said Harry, suddenly losing his temper entirely, "We all know what a great judge you are."
Snape's face went pale. Harry continued. "I mean who got out of school and immediately got a funny little tattoo on his arm, a skull and snake? And who tried to put a innocent man in jail. Who believed that Madame Pomfrey was the real one last year? And who expelled a kid on the grounds of waiting in an office for a teacher?"
Snape had slowly gotten red as Harry's tirade continued. Hermione was tugging his arm and Ron was watching him anxiously, his gaze flickering over the two.
Harry watched the thoughts flick through Snape's head. If he told Harry not to come back on the first day of class there was a good chance Harry would be in a lot of trouble. But as much as Snape wanted to cause trouble for Harry he knew that Harry was Dumbledore's pet student. (Or at least that's what Snape thought) he, Snape, was going to be in a lot of trouble himself.
"Potter, I don't want to hear another word from you over the year once you are inside my classroom."
Harry shut his mouth, trying to keep the triumphant smile from his face. He was thinking that he would like to see the looks on Snape's face when he, Harry, returned triumphant from killing Voldemort.
The rest of the lesson was a non event, but Ron and Hermione kept shooting him glances along the table. They couldn't talk to him, but he knew as soon as they were free that Hermione would chew him out for talking back to a teacher while he was some thing as important as Head Boy, and Ron would probably say something along the lines of 'wish I thought of that stuff to say.'
He was right. Seven years with his two friends had led him to know what their reactions were. Hermione chewed him out. Ron defended him. Hermione left in a huff. Harry and Ron followed surreptitiously to the Library where they sat and studied. Harry, glancing across at Hermione once saw with a glimmer of pride that she was a little behind him in writing an essay on the properties of Arrowroot for Snape. Ron, of course was far behind, and was chewing his quill while he scanned the text. Harry flicked the pages of Ron's text over a few times and tapped the page that he had been using. Ron shot him a thankful look and set to work.
Harry went back to work, not noticing Hermione watching him thoughtfully.
***
That's how the first term passed. They would study when they weren't practicing for Quidditch or in class. They visited Hagrid on the weekends, spending the day with him as often as not, because, for once, Harry and Ron were on time with their work. Hermione never came on the weekend visits; she always hurried off to St Mungo's to be with her parents. That meant that Mondays she would be in a bad mood, tired and grumpy, but Ron and Harry never commented.
The first Quidditch match was Ravenclaw against Hufflepuff and the winner would play Slytherin and that winner would play Gryffindor as they were the reigning champions. Ron had the team learning new moves, ones he had read about in Quidditch monthly. Harry actually found the moves rather fun, but admittedly he did have a better broom than everyone else.
The long study sessions had Harry getting straight A's in all his subjects except Potions. Malfoy, of course, was receiving the best marks at the highest possible level, but he was really blowing up more things than Crabbe. Harry didn't comment, though Hermione complained bitterly when her marks weren't good. Harry just kept all his returned essays and assignments to give to his Potions NEWT examiner later in the year, knowing very well that the marks would be changed.
An; I've gone and done it again, but this time I've been out an I'm slightly tipsy *hick* and I should go before I write some thing *hick* that I might *hick* regret, TELL ME WAT U THINK. Its rather a long one, and I know its boring but I promise all that will change next chapter. REVIEW!! I really appreciate them.
Chapter ten. Abysmal Potions Once Again.
Harry turned, "Hi Hagrid. What's up?" the half giant was covered in soot and dust.
"Been helping the workers at the explosion, repairing the engine 'n all. What 'bout you? I hear you were pretty helpful."
"Not just me." Said Harry, annoyed. Hagrid chuckled.
"That's jus' like you too, eh, Harry?"
"I dunno." Said Harry truthfully, not really understanding what his friend was talking about.
"Have you heard much news about You-Know-Who?" he added as he followed Hagrid back to the hut.
Hagrid eyed him thoughtfully as he poured the tea, almost spilling some. "Well, now Harry, I'm sure you know its been pretty quiet."
Harry smiled ruefully, accepting his cup, "don't let Hermione catch you saying that."
Hagrid's face was grave, "yeah, I heard about that. How are they?"
Harry shrugged. "As well as can be expected I guess. She doesn't really talk about them, I think she prefers not to."
"Well, you prefer not to talk about your parents too, so I spose it's natural."
Harry frowned. "I dunno about that Hagrid, I mean, we're not exactly the most ordinary kids around are we?"
"And not kids neither." Agreed Hagrid. "Did you have a good birthday?"
"Yeah, it was okay."
"As good as expected in that house eh?"
"Yep."
There was silence for a second as they sipped their tea and then Harry said, "What have you got lined up for us this year Hagrid?"
"For you older ones I'm having Charlie bring a few Dragons over, only babies, mind, perhaps Norbert will come." Hagrid said hopefully.
"He's no baby." Said Harry hurriedly, thinking of the Norwegian Ridgeback that he had beaten fourth year in the competition. But thinking of that made him think of Cedric, whom he still watched die over an over every night along with Sirius so he changed the subject.
"What other animals?"
"Well, I was thinking about Snorlacks. Not that you'll ever run into them. And then I'm going to give you a good run down on keeping magical pets such as owls, toads, rats, etcetera. Where to put the doves when they're not in your hat and the like."
He spent the next little while talking to Hagrid, and left feeling contented, but only a little drowsy. He was heading along a corridor inside when he ran into Snape.
"Well well Potter, out of bed are we?" sneered the slimy git.
Harry, after the first shock of seeing him willed himself to hate the man, but could only find a mild dislike and something akin to pity inside him, though he would never admit it.
"Couldn't sleep he said truthfully." Not that it's any business of yours he thought wryly.
"Well as it happens your first lesson is potions. We'll see how well you rise to the challenge shall we? But of course, you could never pass up a challenge, could you?"
"Just like my dad." Harry agreed amiably and strode off, feeling rather pleased with himself, and leaving Snape staring wrathfully after him.
-
He was just about to climb in the portrait hole when Professor McGonagall found him.
"Potter! A word if you please."
"Sure Professor, what is it?" Harry waited for the Professor to reach him, his mind flashing back to when he had been set loose from the house last year and a certain grey tabby had rescued him.
"This year we've decided that the Quidditch practice Roster will be done by the teachers. As such Gryffindor will have the pitch Thursdays and Fridays unless a match is coming up and then the practice will be given to the battling teams exclusively. Here is a complete timetable." She handed him a copy and Harry scanned it. "here are all the Gryffindor timetables, I want you to give them out personally so as no fake times will be set by the more comical students. And, have you given any thought as to who you think should be Quidditcch Captain?"
Harry took the timetables. "No, I haven't thought about it." He paused, running through the list of team members. "But as only Ron and I are in seventh year and as I already have the honor of being Head Boy, I think Ron should get it. It's the sorta thing he'd like, and I think he'd be good at it. He loves the game."
The Professor nodded. "Yes, I was leaning towards Mr Weasley, thank you Potter, I shall tell him later today."
The elderly witch walked briskly away and Harry called out, "Professor? Don't tell Ron I suggested him. He'll think it's a handout."
"Alright Potter."
Harry hung the Quidditch time table and used his wand to add a swirling pattern to the days when Gryffindor would practice. He shuffled through the rather large pile of student time tables until he found his own (seventh year times were different than the rest of the schools so they had names on the timetables).
Snape had been right. Potions first. Harry pulled a face and put his timetable in his pocket. He glanced at the clock on the wall and was just about to go upstairs to wake everyone when a noise from behind one of the chairs made him turn. A pair of huge luminous eyes were watching him, and a small pinched face was grinning.
"Hi Dobby. How are you?"
"Harry Potter lowers himself to ask how a lowly house elf is?" asked Dobby in amazement and Harry opened his mouth to tell Dobby that he was a being when e caught the mischievous smile.
"You're teasing. Well done."
"Thank you Harry Potter sir. Dobby was wondering sir if Harry Potter required anything."
"No thank you Dobby, though perhaps if you could help me wake everyone. Is the food ready? I reckon everyone is really hungry."
"Yes sir! The house elves have everything ready. I will go and wake those sleepers."
"Be gentle. A lot of them are pretty high-strung."
Hedwig tapped a window and Harry turned from dobby to see her holding a newspaper clipping her beak. He opened the window and she dropped it on to the floor. Dobby was there, quick as a shot and picking it up for Harry.
Harry read the clipping. It was from the Daily Prophet. He read it aloud.
"The Hogwarts Express was attacked yesterday on its way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There were numerous injuries, and the Driver of the train and fireman were both sadly killed. The school was first alerted when an owl arrived from none other than Harry Potter (the Boy-Who-Lived) telling the teachers of the disaster. Headmaster of the School, Albus Dumbledore says that the culprit has been caught and is a self confessed Death Eater (supporters of You-Know-who) and just escaped from a maximum security vault in the Ministry of Magic."
Harry looked down at Dobby. Then he continued.
"The Headmaster is asking all worried parents to please remain at home. If their child was in any danger the school would contact immediately. Cornelius Fudge says that he 'believes in the strongest of fashions that new leadership is needed at the school. It is quite obvious Dumbledore is loosing his touch.' He reminds the public that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's treatment of the High Inquisitor year before last. Professor Umbridge is now permanently in St Mungo's hospital and is quite insane."
The article went on, telling of the rescue operation but Harry ignored it. So Fudge was trying to get Dumbledore out of office? Again? Like that was going to happen. Harry had lost count of the number of times that Dumbledore had been removed from office in the last seven years. Almost every year there was a threat of it. He wasn't worried, but he pinned the clipping on the board anyway.
"Come on Dobby. Let's wake up Gryffindor."
Ron didn't want to wake. Harry shook him. And again. And again. Then he sighed. Across the room Dobby wasn't having much luck either.
"Dobby, if you don't want to get wet I suggest you hide."
Dobby immediately ducked under a bed.
"Irrigatus dampus."
He waved his wand, thinking again that the standard book of spells number seven and chapter three was a very handy book to have around.
He pointed his wand a Ron. Water appeared above him, and Harry twisted his wand.
"YAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" yelled Ron. Waking everyone else in the room.
"wha?" said Neville, leaping out of bed and fumbling for his wand.
Dean swore and sat up so suddenly that he fell out of bed.
Seamus sat up, bleary eyed, "what you go and make that noise for Ron?"
Ron glared at Harry who smiled amiably.
"You wouldn't wake up. Desiccate!"
The water that was pooling around Ron disappeared and Dobby came out of his hidey hole.
"Dobby, go make a lot of noise under the girl's beds, that'll wake em up."
Neville chuckled.
Harry went down stairs and woke up the first, second and third years while Ron and Neville and Seamus woke the fifth sixth and seventh years.
As he was coming back into the common room he heard yelps and shrieks from the girl's quarters. Dobby appeared to be doing a fine job.
A few minutes later Hermione appeared, looking very bleary eyed and grumpy.
"What on earth did you send Dobby in for Harry?" she complained.
"We wouldn't have minded if you sent yourself in you know." Added Parvati as she went past wither friend. Harry stared at them a second and then flushed. Hermione glared at them and they walked away, giggling.
"Harry's got some admirers!" Ron teased. Harry, feeling very mature, stuck his tongue out at his friend. Ron chuckled, apparently having recovered from his dousing.
Harry handed out the time tables.
Breakfast was a non event, except for the fact that Ron was gloating good- naturedly about being Quidditch captain. He sent letters home, and couldn't help rubbing Bill and Charlie's nose in it. But Potions wasn't a non event. The Three friends were extremely glad to find themselves in the same class, but horrified when Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle waiting outside the dungeon too.
"What are it 'n dit doing here?" muttered Ron in Harry's ear, and Harry shrugged,
"Probably thinking Snape 'l pass em."
"He will." Said Hermione.
Both Ron and Harry looked at her.
"Well, they're in Slytherin." She said with a shrug.
"Yeah, you're right. Sometimes I forget that our teacher is such a lousy-"
"Detention, Weasley, Potter and Granger." Snape was behind them. Harry, who's feeling of pity towards the black robed figure had disappeared, rounded on him.
"What the hell for?"
"Loitering in the hall."
"WHAT?" yelped Ron, "we can't get into you're classroom because it's locked and you've told us that we are never allowed in the dungeon with out a teacher!"
"Talking back to a teacher." Added Snape.
Malfoy was watching, laughing. Harry's temper began to heat up.
"With all due respect sir," he began, his voice barely controlled, "loitering in the hall isn't fair."
"Let me be the judge of what is right Potter."
"yeah." Said Harry, suddenly losing his temper entirely, "We all know what a great judge you are."
Snape's face went pale. Harry continued. "I mean who got out of school and immediately got a funny little tattoo on his arm, a skull and snake? And who tried to put a innocent man in jail. Who believed that Madame Pomfrey was the real one last year? And who expelled a kid on the grounds of waiting in an office for a teacher?"
Snape had slowly gotten red as Harry's tirade continued. Hermione was tugging his arm and Ron was watching him anxiously, his gaze flickering over the two.
Harry watched the thoughts flick through Snape's head. If he told Harry not to come back on the first day of class there was a good chance Harry would be in a lot of trouble. But as much as Snape wanted to cause trouble for Harry he knew that Harry was Dumbledore's pet student. (Or at least that's what Snape thought) he, Snape, was going to be in a lot of trouble himself.
"Potter, I don't want to hear another word from you over the year once you are inside my classroom."
Harry shut his mouth, trying to keep the triumphant smile from his face. He was thinking that he would like to see the looks on Snape's face when he, Harry, returned triumphant from killing Voldemort.
The rest of the lesson was a non event, but Ron and Hermione kept shooting him glances along the table. They couldn't talk to him, but he knew as soon as they were free that Hermione would chew him out for talking back to a teacher while he was some thing as important as Head Boy, and Ron would probably say something along the lines of 'wish I thought of that stuff to say.'
He was right. Seven years with his two friends had led him to know what their reactions were. Hermione chewed him out. Ron defended him. Hermione left in a huff. Harry and Ron followed surreptitiously to the Library where they sat and studied. Harry, glancing across at Hermione once saw with a glimmer of pride that she was a little behind him in writing an essay on the properties of Arrowroot for Snape. Ron, of course was far behind, and was chewing his quill while he scanned the text. Harry flicked the pages of Ron's text over a few times and tapped the page that he had been using. Ron shot him a thankful look and set to work.
Harry went back to work, not noticing Hermione watching him thoughtfully.
***
That's how the first term passed. They would study when they weren't practicing for Quidditch or in class. They visited Hagrid on the weekends, spending the day with him as often as not, because, for once, Harry and Ron were on time with their work. Hermione never came on the weekend visits; she always hurried off to St Mungo's to be with her parents. That meant that Mondays she would be in a bad mood, tired and grumpy, but Ron and Harry never commented.
The first Quidditch match was Ravenclaw against Hufflepuff and the winner would play Slytherin and that winner would play Gryffindor as they were the reigning champions. Ron had the team learning new moves, ones he had read about in Quidditch monthly. Harry actually found the moves rather fun, but admittedly he did have a better broom than everyone else.
The long study sessions had Harry getting straight A's in all his subjects except Potions. Malfoy, of course, was receiving the best marks at the highest possible level, but he was really blowing up more things than Crabbe. Harry didn't comment, though Hermione complained bitterly when her marks weren't good. Harry just kept all his returned essays and assignments to give to his Potions NEWT examiner later in the year, knowing very well that the marks would be changed.
An; I've gone and done it again, but this time I've been out an I'm slightly tipsy *hick* and I should go before I write some thing *hick* that I might *hick* regret, TELL ME WAT U THINK. Its rather a long one, and I know its boring but I promise all that will change next chapter. REVIEW!! I really appreciate them.