A/N: I realize that no one particularly cares about this fic other than the people in it, but I don't care. I'm still posting it publicly. Why, you ask? Because I CAN! That's all.

Awkward- you're my hero! Your review made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Chocolate chip cookies to you!

Lady Moon3- Unfortunately, you can't actually join. However, please take this "Potter must die!" t-shirt as a token of my appreciation.

Jess and Mia in Spanish- Lovely name. No, you canNOT have Harry. He deserves to be tortured.

Andaisha- Yes, I'm sure flying is fun. But now we're going to the library!

Tamar Piper- Thank you. There's no reason to apologize. I'm quite proud of my mental state.

Cynaraod Eleihoma- Stop that! It's just WRONG! So very WRONG!

DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this belongs to Aindel, except for what belongs to her.

Chapter 5

"Now, everyone listen to me," Mel said. The girls didn't pay any attention, laughing at whatever Sharon had just said. "Hello! People! Listen to me!" They still paid no attention to the short one. "YO! SHUT UP!" They did so instantly. "Thank you. Now, we're going into the library. I don't think I need to remind all of you that the library is a place of quiet study and learning. You are to keep your voices to a whisper, and treat the books and all other objects in there with respect. If ANY of you misbehaves and gets me kicked out of there, there WILL be hell to pay, I promise you. Got it?"

Silently, the girls shook their heads vigorously. There had only ever been one other time where they had seen Mel so serious, and that had been after Sarah ate all the fruit and got chocolate on the blanket. They didn't want a repeat of the incidents that had followed. Carefully, each girl picking up their feet so as not to make them squeak and cause too much noise, they entered the library and found a table in the back.

"Are we in here for any particular reason?" Andrea whispered.

"Not really," Sharon answered. "Mel wanted to be here, and for some reason, we can't argue with that."

"Why is that?"

"Because she's writing this."

"Huh? How is that possible?"

"Never mind."

They spread out, each taking a section that interested them. Sharon headed into the Potions section (for obvious reasons), Meg went for the Magical Creatures shelves, Jess dragged Sarah off to find a book on Quidditch, and Andrea was stuck with Mel, who decided to hunt for advanced spells and incantations.

"You can't even do this stuff! Why are you looking at it?"

"For the theory behind it."

"…You have issues."

Mel moved her hand lightly across the spines of the books, reading the titles as she went along. "Transformation…too risky. Creation…WAAAAAY too risky. Apparitions and their origins…who really cares? Hey! What's this? 'Increasing Power'. Cool."

"Right."

Mel flipped through the volume quickly, scanning the index page for interesting spells. "Listen to this. 'An incantation to temporarily acquire power.'"

"Why would that be here? Shouldn't it be Restricted?"

"It would…except the spell is geared toward giving a Muggle the powers of a witch or wizard for a certain amount of time."

Mel and Andrea hurried back to the table and called the others (still whispering, of course). They huddled around the book, looking at the spell on page 432.

"We should do it!"

"We don't have any power, though, Shar," Sarah pointed out.

"But this would give us some."

"But we need it in order to DO the spell."

"…I knew that."

Meg scanned the page. "We need someone to read it for us, insert our 'identities' here, whatever that means, and direct the power to us."

Jess looked at the group. "So who do we know that's stupid enough to read this for us?"

All Sharon and Mel had to do was grin. "We know exactly who can do it."

Harry Potter was having the worst day of his life. His hair was still growing at odd angles, he couldn't find matching socks for the life of him, there was no bacon with breakfast, and there were a group of girls after his blood. He couldn't remember ever being worse off, and for him, that meant something.

Charms was just about over. In ten minutes, Harry would walk into the hall only to be mauled by those who referred to themselves as Potter Poachers. He had to admit, they were good at what they did. But that didn't make it any better. If he heard the words "Ickle Harrykins" one more time, he was going to jump from Gryffindor Tower. Anyone attempting to save him would be shot with a Muggle Bazooka gun, as soon as he could get his hands on one.

The Potter Poachers waited outside. There were only seven minutes left. "Okay, so everyone know what to do?" Vanessa whispered.

"The same thing we always do."

"Hey, wait," Maria said. "I have an idea. Let's not attack him."

"WHAT?! Are you going soft on us?"

"No. But it would lead him into a false sense of security, and then he'll let his guard down. It's been getting harder to torture him now that he knows we're going to jump him."

"True. Good job, Potter Poacher Two."

Amy looked around. "So what do we do now?"

"Still got one of each sock?" Vanessa asked.

"Yeah."

"Good. Let's pay a visit to the kitchen then."

"Excellent."

A/N: A short chapter, I know, but I had to get that out of the way. Won't be updating for a while, since next week is going to be the week from Hell.

Stay tuned!

…Oh, and if anyone wants to become a vampire, check out the link in my bio.