A/N: As always, this chapter is going to be pointless.  It's not like there's any other kind in this fic.  I'm only writing this because I'm bored, and I owe it to Sharon.  Please keep in mind that there may be a lot of mistakes in this chapter, as I am writing it while trying to ignore a play-by-play on the World Series from Vanessa.

DISCLAIMER:  I own Harry Potter.  I own my friends.  While we're at it, I own the White House, the blueprints for the Titanic, the set for Sleepy Hollow, Polaris missiles, and 437 rubber chickens… Yeah, right.  I own absolutely nada.

Chapter 3

            "But it would be so much FUN."

            "No, Sharon.  Absolutely not."

            While sitting at the Slytherin table for breakfast, Sharon had decided it would be a good idea to storm into Snape's Potions class and say they were checking for 'foolish wand-waving'.

            Meg turned to Mel.  "Do you think we should get a leash made for her?"

            "It would help."

            "Couldn't she get out of it?" Sarah piped up.

            "Good point.  So we put her in a straightjacket, and THEN put her on the leash."

            "Will you stop talking about me as if I'm not here?"

            "No."

            They finished their breakfast, and met the Gryffindor half of their group at the doors.

            Vanessa looked around.  "Well, what shall we do today, people?"

            "Stalk Snape!"

            "Fly!"

            "Go look at all the animals!"

            "Library!"

            "Torture Harry!"

            "I agree!"

            Since everyone wanted to do their own thing, they decided to separate and meet in the same place after lunch.  The only person who didn't get to do what they wanted was Mel, who was physically dragged by the hair by Sharon, kicking and screaming all the way down to the dungeons.

            Sarah had managed to talk Meg into going down to Hagrid's to see if he had any cool animals.  They grabbed their cloaks from the Slytherin dormitories, and ran out onto the grounds.  The pair strolled over to Hagrid's hut, where he was currently teaching a group of First Years.  Sarah walked up to him when he was finished giving out instructions.

            "Hey, um, excuse me."

            "Yea?"

            "Um, I'm Sarah, and this is Megan.  We wanted to know if you had any cool animals over here."

            Hagrid's face brightened.  "Well, come on over 'ere.  I've jus' got a nice shipment of kneazles for th' Second Years."

            They walked over to a large wooden crate.  Sarah leaned toward Meg.  "What's a kneazle?"

            "No idea."

            "Okay."

            Hagrid pulled one out of the crate and showed it to Meg and Sarah.  "Aww!" cooed Sarah.  "It's a kitty!"

            "No' quite," Hagrid laughed.  "Kneazles aren' too friendly with bad wizards.  They c'n smell th' evil right away.  You'll also notice that they've got big ears an' lion tails."

            Meg looked at him.  "Do you really think it's a good idea to have those around Slytherins?"

            Hagrid looked confused.  "You're Slytherins."

            "Not like us, though.  The nasty ones."

            "Well…" Hagrid trailed off.  "You know wha' else I've got? …"

            The two followed Hagrid some more, seeing creatures of varying ferocity and cuteness.

            The Sixth Year Slytherins had Potions first with Ravenclaw.  Sharon decided to go to this class, even though they were technically Seventh Years.

            "He's not going to let us in, Cy."

            "Yes, he is.  We have these badge thingies from Dumbledore, and he has to respect them."

            They filed into the classroom and took the two empty seats at the back.  Snape stared at them.

            "What, may I ask, are the two of you doing in this class?"

            Sharon opened her mouth to speak, but Mel elbowed her under the desk, and she shut her mouth.  Mel had decided it was dangerous to let Sharon speak within ten feet of Snape.

            "We want to learn Potions."

            "You are Muggles.  You couldn't possibly comprehend the making of such magical substances."

            "It's no different from Muggle Chemistry, except for the obvious dissimilarities between the properties put to use."

            Snape sneered at them.  "I believe Dumbledore put you with the Seventh Years?"  They nodded.  "Then why is it that you are not with them?"

            "We thought it might be a bit too stressful, since the focus of Seventh Year classes is the N.E.W.T.s."

            " I see."  He paused.  "Stay if you must, but be warned: should you disrupt my class, you WILL be dismissed."

            "Of course.  Thank you. Professor."

            Snape put the instructions on the board at the front, and barked at the students to get to work.  Being the less clumsy, Sharon set up one of the spare cauldrons while Mel headed toward the student store cupboard, sincerely hoping the bottles were clearly labeled. 

            Andrea and Jess went out onto the grounds, over to where the broom shed was.  They had been told that Madam Hooch could be found there, even on spare periods.  Sure enough, when they entered the shed (which was as big as a small house), they found her polishing one of the old school brooms.

            Andrea cleared her throat.  "Excuse me, Madam Hooch?"

            She looked up from her work.  "Ah.  You're the Muggles from the last night.  What can I help you with?"

            "We want to learn how to fly," Jess answered.

            "We didn't think it required magic powers to do it, so we decided to try it."

            Hooch put the broom back on the rack and stood up.  "I'm not sure if it will work or not, but I suppose we can try."  She directed them toward the brooms used by the First Years, and headed back out onto the open ground.

            "Stand to the left side of your brooms.  Put your right hand over your broom.  Say 'up'."  They did so.  Surprisingly, the brooms jumped into their hands.  "Good.  Now mount your brooms, and push off lightly."

            Andrea pushed off first, hovering a few feet above the ground.  Jess did the same thing.  "Whoa!" said Jess.  "This is really funky."

            "I know!"

            Madam Hooch told them to bring themselves back down, by pushing the front of the broom slightly downwards.  They spent the rest of the morning doing that, going a little higher each time.

            Vanessa poked her head around the corner, and then moved back to her position against the wall.  "It's clear," she said to Amy and Maria.  "Let's go."

            Humming the James Bond theme the entire way, they walked down the hallway with their backs to the wall.  When they reached a suit of armor, they ducked behind it, making sure no one was following them. 

            "Remind me why we're doing this again?" whispered Amy.

            "Because Harry's annoying, and it's fun to torture him," was Maria's reply.

            "Well, yeah, I knew that.  I meant the whole backs to the wall, Mission Impossible thing."

            Vanessa smirked.  "It's amusing."

            "Okay then."

            "And remember, don't use our names.  We refer to ourselves only as the Potter Poachers."

            "Potter Poachers?"

            "I'm not the best with names, alright?" 

            They continued to do this down various halls and staircases, looking into every classroom for The Boy Who Lived.

            Maria turned to Vanessa, who was currently wiping the dust on the stairs across their footprints.  "So what do we do when we find him?"

            "We wait outside the door, jump him when he comes out, knock his books all over, and then run around the corner, making him think we've run far away.  Then, when he leaves, we follow him, and do the same thing after every class."

            "Okay.  Sounds fun."

            They finally found him on the fifth floor, in History of Magic.

            "Right.  Take your places.  Class should end in three…two…one…"

A/N: Hahaha!  Cliffhanger!

Don't you just love me?

…Didn't think so.

Next chapter:  Sharon does something outrageous (are we surprised?  No), The Potter Poachers attempt to jump Harry, Jess and Drea try not to knock people off their brooms, and Sarah and Meg are chased by an unknown magical beast (only unknown because I haven't decided yet).

Stay tuned!