A/n: Ok, ill keep going. But a couple of things- Tekvah Ariel- I'm not really a flame sending sorta chick, but just so you know what went down, I do fanfiction INSTEAD of homework, which is probably why I had a D in English :-P And yea I like this story, but I like receiving comments and suggestions more. To improve my writing. So if I'm not doing that, there's really no reason for me to write, you know? And the only reason I had a, like, three word response was because I hadn't gotten many for the chapter before that, and I got in trouble for writing that by my mum, and it's a rule you can't have an A/n without a chapter. Just so you can see why I did that, my mom came home to tell me that my grandpa will die in the next three days, my dad is going to be outta town for two weeks straight my best friend just told me I was a :: insert vulgar unacceptable saying here:: after being mean to me for what everyone agrees is a reason unknown to man, my OTHER fishie died, and then I got my D in English. So I'd had a bad week, and I'm sorry. And the whole started-wishing-i-was-dead-again thing kinda made me feel like I should chill a little. A chick just needs to feel loved once in a while, ya know? Getting some reviews makes it a little better, but I'm still kinda sad.

Merlindamage, thanks for the advice, maybe someone will!

And thanks for reviewing to everyone. Uchiha Kumiko, you smell (good or bad… I wonder…) Check out her story though. It's hilarious...

Ok…so where was I? Ah yes…

"Bloody…oh dear." said Ron, in a panicked voice, as he got off Hermione. "I hope we won't be in trouble." Harry didn't doubt that they would be, however.

"Oh, Ronald! You're so stupid! Of course that could be misinterpreted!" Hermione said angrily, picking up her bag, and making for the door.

"Hey wait!" Harry said, "What about studying?" Hermione made a face, and kept walking, right out of the door.

"Nice job, Ron! Now we're going to fail!"

"Come on, d'ya think they're going to fail HARRY POTTER? Its me you should be worried about."

"Hermione was right, it IS always about you, isn't it? Ron let out a low growl that would have sounded like Fang, if Fang had not been such a wuss. Harry stood up abruptly, and got onto his own bed. He yanked up the curtains and tried to go to sleep, but was too nervous. He tossed and turned for the next two hours.

He was woken up to someone poking sharply at his head.

"OW!" he yelled, and turned to look into Malfoy's cold sneer.

"McGonagall wants to see you in her office, now." He turned suddenly and walked of the room. Ron had already risen, and was waiting for Harry at the door. The two walked to McGonagall's office together, although they weren't speaking.

Hermione was already there, sitting in one of four chairs across from McGonagall's desk; Malfoy was in the other one.

"Please sit." McGonagall looked tense. "Now…" she said, her lips pressed tightly together like they always did when she was angry, "Would you three please tell me your side of the story?"

Professor, we were just studying for these tests!" Hermione said earnestly, "which, by the way," Hermione turned angrily to stare into the Professor's eyes "is completely barbaric- as if anyone woul-"

"What Hermione means, Professor," Ron broke in, wisely, "is that since we didn't have too much time to study for the tests, Hermione was our best bet. We're really sorry. It won't happen again, we swear!" Harry nodded encouragingly.

McGonagall looked apologetic "I'd like to say that apologizing is enough, but..." her voice died off, and she looked at Malfoy. Harry got the picture.

"I am afraid that I am going to have to take one hundred points from each of you Gryffindors. This type of behavior is not acceptable at Hogwarts." McGonagall said, looking extremely tired. Ron, on the other hand, looked livid.

"Do you mean to tell me that-" Hermione kicked him under the table, and Harry gave him a look. McGonagall looked apologetically at him again, and said, "You two, and you, Mr. Malfoy, can go. Mr. Potter, I need a word with you." Hermione squeezed his hand under the table, and grabbed Ron by the arm, and they walked out of the room. When Malfoy was far from sight, the Professor leaned in toward Harry, and began to whisper.

"Harry, I believe your bird has been intercepted. Nyphadora Tonks claimed to have replied to your letter four days ago, when it came to her. Your bird has not been seen in the owlery for all of that time." Harry was shocked, and an instant buildup of guilt gave him a gigantic stomachache- He hadn't even thought about Hedwig since they had sent the letter to Tonks four days ago!

"I'm so sorry Harry!" McGonagall whispered "But all of this was unnecessary. Nymphadora's letter would have told you that your tests have been rigged to have you pass- that is, Mr. Weasley, Miss. Granger, Luna Lovegood, Mr. Longbottom( thank heavens- otherwise I have no idea what might have happened!) Miss Weasley, and you have tests that were meant to pass. You have proved yourself worthy to attend Hogwarts this past spring, at the Ministry of Magic headquarters. I thought you knew, until I talked to Professor Dumbledore this morning. " Harry nodded, feeling extremely angry with himself. McGonagall nodded briskly, sitting back in her chair.

"You best get to your next class. I look forward to reading your essay on Animagi, and how to become one, which you have due right after lunch. Interesting topic, Potter. Any reason in particular that you picked it?"

"Er…no… well, you know my Dad was one…" Harry said uncomfortably. He had been considering becoming an unregistered one ever since he had found out that his father had been one. The fact that Sirius was one, and was now dead made his desire to be an Animagi even stronger.

McGonagall nodded, and whisked him off to his nest class.