a/n:You guys are the greatest. This chapter will be longer, Ron and Harry's plan will be revealed within the next few chapters, hopefully. I'm switching the point of views to each of the main characters in this chapter. I'll try to do that in every chapter if I can. Miles will have a new rival who gets on one of the Quidditch teams after two of the seekers are attacked. If you are wondering, the Hufflepuff Seeker this year (temporarily) will be Jet. He becomes a rival of Harry's who will throw some nasty spells at eachother. Miles' rival is a friendly fellow who fancies Hermione. He is in Ravenclaw. Jet also dislikes Miles very, very much and he is also a rival to him. A young girl will fall for Ron, who is from Beauxbatons and is now attending the Slytherin House. She is very different from them though. Very shy.

Yes the rumors are true, my title will change. If you can't find it you can always go to your profile and check "Favorite Stories". Or authors. lol

Chapter # 7:Scared Stiff

"Hello, Miles." Hermione said cheerfully, as she sat down by Miles at breakfast the next day. "Ready for your potions lesson this evening?"

"Yup. Is this Snape guy as bad as they say he is?" Miles said urgently. "I'm feeling kinda nervous. Hermione nodded her head on that one. Snape was one of the most dreadful teachers they ever had. "Oh, crap." Miles said almost silently. Not long after, Harry and Ron came down to sit across from them.

"Sixth day back and now we got Snape. You don't by any chance backsass do you Miles?" Ron joked.

"N-no." Miles studdered. He was obviously already frightened of Professor Snape, as anyone was if they weren't in the Slytherin House. "I think I'll go to first period. See you guys later." he said, walking off to the Grand Staircase.

"He better not sit by me if he's gonna wet his pants. That's what happened to Ernie Macmillian when Snape screamed at him for doing something." Ron said. Harry's eyes widened and then glanced over at Ernie who was talking with his friends.

"Did he really?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, embarrassing it was. Nickers were soaked down to his ankles. That was last year I think. Don't mention it to him, he'll start whining to his Professor." Ron said, seriously. Harry nodded and finished his porridge. He went off to his first lesson and was shortly followed by Ron and Hermione. They went up to Charms and took their original seats near Flitwick's desk. This lesson featured a more advanced accio summon. It was titled "Accio Megas" which would help you summon heavier objects.

"Watch as I do so," Flitwick said. "Accio Megas Desk." he said simply. His large desk fllew into the air which was simply eight times his size, it glided to him, but he dodged its wrath. He let it drop softly to the ground and asked the rest of the students to do the same.

"Accio Megas!" Ron cried, he was successful but the object he lifted into the air was Flitwick. Harry started laughing but stopped suddenly when Flitwick gave him an angry look. Just then students were being hurdled across the room. "Oh damn." Ron said quietly. Flitwick shot across the room, students laugh as he lowered Flitwick to the ground instantly and tried hard not to laugh. "Sorry, Professor Flitwick."

"That's quite alright, Ronald. But next time, make sure you know what object you will be using for your summoning charm. And I'm afraid I'll have to deduct ten points from your house total, maybe if you learn the correct way to use the charm, I shall award you the points that have been taken." Ron blushed and choked nervously as every student in the room glared at him.

After Charms they were do to Transfiguration where Ron had unsuccessfully transformed Pigwidgeon into a small rabbit-vase hybrid when they were transforming their pets into vases. Harry had no flaws whatsoever and considered himself a better student than last year. Though Hedwig wasn't the happiest about becoming glass.

Their third class was History of Magic which was extended to a maximum three hours. Before they knew it, their last class of the day was approaching. Potions with Snape. The person Harry loathed most at Hogwarts. Along with Malfoy, he was the most heartless person at the school. They took a seat in the back as usual, but Miles sat upfront. Malfoy taunted him as he entered the room. He was sitting behind him with Pansy and his cronies, Crabbed and Goyle. Both very tough, but incredibly stupid.

"Hello Professor. Pathetic. Having fun with the Potty Brigade, or would you be happier back in France?" Malfoy said, Crabbe and Goyle laughed at him but Miles said nothing.

"What does he think he's doing?" Ron said, looking over at Miles.

"Trying to concentrate, maybe?" Hermione said, obviously.

"No, he's sitting at the front of the class. Near Snape? C'mon, Hermione even you should see that. He'll wet his pants just like Ernie!" Ron gasped.

"Ron, he's fifteen. He won't wet his pants." Harry said. "Maybe we should get his attention to come back here?"

"Good idea!" Ron said cheerfully. "Miles, get over here!" he called.

"Better get to the fan club, Almay. They might vote you out." Once again, Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. Pansy gave a harsh chuckle as well.

"Yeah, I better." Miles said quietly. Picking up his things and standing. He started walking when Malfoy tripped him yet again. His bag tore open and all of his books, quills, potion ingredients flew everywhere. Bottles of ink opened and the ink splattered everywhere. Miles stood up and heard the roar of the class howl with laughter as Snape came in. Hermione stood up to come over and help him but he shook his head. Rubbing his chin he gathered the bottles of ink, spinning the cap on he put them in bottom part of his bag, the end which was zipped shut. He looked up to see Snape glaring at him, with an expression of dislike on his face.

"Ready for class, Mr.Almay?" he asked, sneering at him.

"Y-yes, sir." he said. Snape smiled a unkindly smile and walked to his desk. Miles walked over to his new buddies. Sitting on Harry's side he slammed the bag on the table. Malfoy looked back at him with a grin on his face, as did Pansy. Miles gripped his wand tightly, but loosened his grip to think of the consequences for attacking a student.

"Open to page 319." he heard Snape say. Hermione gasped loudly when they opened to the page, they were about to learn the Veritaserum potion.

"Professor! Isn't this forbidden?!" Hermione said without raising her hand.

"I don't remember asking you to speak Miss Granger!" Snape snapped. Hermione glowed red, "Times are dark. This potion is the right kind of tool to reveal who your true friends are. Dumbledore made sure I taught you before the end of the term. Now pay attention so we won't trip," he glanced at Miles, "and lose track of the steps to concoct a perfect sample of the potion.

"Maybe, one lucky student in this class will have it tested on them. I know a few of you who would like that." his eyes traveled to Harry's table. Harry stared right back at Snape who turned back to his desk. "You will need one doseage of vinegar, three samples of doxy saliva and the pedal of a rose."

Harry put the horrible smelling vinegar in and scrounged around in his bag for the doxy saliva he had bought a week ago. It poured slowly into his cauldron, then he grabbed the rose pedal he had been caring for to this day and dropped it into the vat. He took a wooden spoon and dipped it into the contents and started stirring it at medium speed. It turned into a reddish, gooey substance that stuck to the cauldron's inner side.

"If you managed to create a thick substance than your's should be on track. Now, cut up the doxy egg you were to collect into four equal parts." The room went silent except for the rough cutting of a thick shell. "I will not be giving out any more instructions. Instead read manually from your potions book. I'm sure some of you are smart enough to have a perfect example of the potion by term's end. Harry abandoned his eyes from the incredibly rough egg and turned to look at the instructions. 'To make a perfect sample of the Veritaserum Potion, you must start out with simple ingredients.' he read silently. 'I've done that.' he thought. "Ouch!"

Harry looked down at his hand and it was incredibly bloody. He turned it over to see his palm and the knife he was using had somehow slipped from the shell and stabbed him. It was strange enough, the knife hadn't a drop of blood on it.

"Are you okay?" Miles asked, looking at his hand. "Oh God!" he bellowed. The blood was dripping all the way down his pants. His gray shirt was already stained.

"What is it Mr.Almay?!" Snape snapped. Miles didn't answer, but Snape allowed himself in on the event. "Hmm, cutting the doxy egg? Obviously. This shall teach you not to read and cut at the same time. Hospital Wing, Potter!" he heard Malfoy snigger as he left the dungeon. The palm of his hand was a pool of blood. Deep within the pool he could see a mark on his hand, the place where he was stabbed. He winced at the pain, his eyes were tearing. He forced his hand into a fist and punched the wall next to him. His scar was destroying his face. It was in greater pain than ever before. He dropped to his knees and reformed his hand, wiping the blood all over the wall. He stared at it for seconds and then looked down to the stone floor. Getting to his feet, he grabbed a handful of his robes and turned back to the blood. What he saw made him fall back to the ground. His eyes widened. He felt an evil wind rising, to find him...to kill him...He stood still for several minutes. Staring at the blood.

Hermione stared at the place where Harry had been moments ago. Dried blood was rotting into the wooden desk, his bags and potion ingredients were lying loosely in his bags. Snape warned her to get back to her potion, Miles glared up at him every time he got something complete. She went red again and began putting the egg shells into the pink substance. Though Veritaserum was always a clear liquid it was starting to change a different color. It was now a milky white. Smelling horribly of dungbombs.

"Pass me Harry's knife would you?" Ron asked, putting his very dull knife in his bag. "Mine couldn't cut a an almond in half." Hermione grabbed Harry's knife, Ron scuffled his own into his bag and grabbed Harry's. It was scratched and old and had something written upon it. Ron winced to see its true letters and he read in a whisper, "Fourth Corridor?" He ignored it and began chopping up his unsliced egg.

a/c:Like it so far? And I bet you punks are dying to figure out what Harry saw? Wait, maybe not next chapter but you wait. Oh yeah, next chapter you get to see who Hermione's love interest shall be. And you thought it was Miles! AHAHAHA! That's a good one. Psh, Miles.