A/N: Few words... Sorry I haen't updated, I'm trying to make this a very long chapter, b/c I may not be updating next week either. This is due to the fact that my schedual is

6:00 am-Wake up

6:45- Catch bus

7:30- Start some stupid Spanish thing

2:30- School "lets out"

5:00- Finally go home after 2 and a half hours of working on a stupid play, with no break

5:30- Leave for practice

8:35- Arrive home

10:00 pm – go to sleep

As you see, there is no room for writing. This chapter may seem weird, due to the fact I spent the last 4 hours babysitting a very hyper 3 year old (He's really cute though) And its 10:20pm and my eyelids are dropping... a lot. Dad's out hunting, Moms asleep, prefect time to write. AND I have finally started reading Lord Of The Rings. And I think It might rub off in my stories. Well, anyway, To the story then.

"Hey Harry?" Asked Ron, as he tried to sleep. "Why didn't you tell us about the prophecy?"

"Ron!" Cried a very tired Harry. "Go back to bed!" But Harry wasn't tired. To tell you the truth, he really didn't know the answer to Ron's question. The only answer he could think of would probably get Ron yelling at him.

"But I can't sleep."

"Well, then here, take this!" Harry said, as he through Ron the cassette and the cassette player.

"Wow.. What's this?" Ron asked, turning it over in his hand.

'It's a cassette Ron."

"?"

"Here." Harry Said as he got out of bed to show Ron how to work it.

"You put the cassette in here. Take these earplugs and put them in your ear. (Yes Ron, like Extendable Ears) Then you hit this button." And as he hit the button, a long drowning sound filled Ron's ears.

"EGH!" Ron said as he wiped the headphones off. "WHAT IS THAT?"

"I'm insomniac, and so one day, I decided to tape Binn's lectures and I've gotten full night sleeps ever since."

"Oh. Ok" He said as he put them back on and sat his head down on the pillow as Harry went back to bed.

Harry sorely missed his cassette player already. But, he had to stop Ron from asking him about the Prophecy. He needed his own time to think.

"Good Morning!" Dumbledorr Said as he led "The Group" to the dungeons, where Snape was brewing a blood transformation potion.

"I hope you all had a good nights sleep." He said with that familiar twinkle, twinkling in his eye.

And quit a few groggy, sleepy children(Except Ron, who had the best sleep of his life) Replied with a few 'Sure. Whatever Professor.' And 'Where are we?"

"Now, Professor Snape has been kind enough to make us all some Blood Transferring Potions. All you must do is put Harry's blood into your goblet, fill it with potion, and drink a way. Are you ready Harry?"

"Yes." He said, very solemnly, and very tiredly (for he had give-in up his tape. THE HUMANITY!)

"Well then, let us begin!" Said Dumbledorr, as "The Group" all formed a single filed line and walked into the Potions room.

"Good morning Professor Snape!" He cried cheerily.

"Not so sure what's good about it, you old wind bag." He replied under his breath.

"What was that my dear?"

"Nothing sir."

"I thought so. Now, how is the potion going?"

"It shall be ready in a few moments." Snape replied, stirring the bright green potion, while adding something that defiantly did not look legal.

"Good. Very good. Now students, please take a goblet," He said as he waved his pretty, little wand and POUF gold goblets started raining down on the poor, helpless kids.

"Oh! My fault!" He said as he flicked his wand the other way, causing the goblets to rain down harder.

'I knew I should have left for Dumstrung years ago.' Thought Snape as he watch the "Headmaster" try to draw up goblets, when hundreds of them started cascading down from the ceiling, pounding dents into his student's desks, his desk, and the floor.

"Headmaster," Snape cried, "Are you sure you don't need help?"

"Yes Severus, I can manage myself." He replied as he flicked his wand again, and again, and again, until finally, not only goblets were raining down, but breakfast was too. (This was the only good thing because the very tired children were very hungry too.)

'FOOOODDDD!' Was all the children could think of as they saw; sausage, eggs, bacon, ham, pancakes, bagels, and toast, fall from the ceiling.

"My stomach hurts!" Cried Ron to the rest of the students, who had all taken refuge under the dented desks when the orange juice started sprouting up by the door.

"Please Headmaster! Just let me fix it!" They heard Snape cry as he dodged a goblet.

"NO SEVERUS! I can do it myself! I don't need a pansy like you to fix things for me!" Replied an enraged Dumbledorr.

"But HEADMASTER! If this doesn't stop, then I will never be able to administer the potion!"

"FINE!" Screamed Dumbledorr, "JUST FINE! YOU DO EVERTHING! WHY LET THE "HEADMASTER" FIX HIS MISTAKES? I MESSUP ONCE AND THE WORLD THINKS I HAVE FINALLY CRACKED!!"

"I already knew he cracked along time ago." Whispered Draco. "That "brilliant" can't be so brilliant if he can't even transfigure a few simple goblets!"

"This is probably some type of lesson DRACO! Really, the headmasters right. He messes up once, and everyone thinks he's finally gone cuckoo!" Said Hermionie, convinced this was a lesson, and was even taking notes on the improper way to transfigure things from thin air.

'Mcgonigal shall be pleased with this!' She thought, as she finished writing the 3ft notes.

BOOM and with that, the goblets stopped falling, the breakfast stopped pouring, and the orange juice stopped sprouting up.

"Now, everyone come here so I can give out this potion!" Said a disheveled Dumbledorr as he filed one of the hundreds of goblets with what was left of the potion, and blood he stole from Harry the night before.

As everybody finished drinking they automatically felt different. Stronger, and braver. Very brave actually, even Draco felt it; after all, Harry is a descendent from the great Brave Gryffindor.

A/N: Yeah....that's all I wanted to do in this chapter. Ill either send it in now, or tomarrow. Not sure. Really tired. Cant THINK!