AN: Hi peoples!  Due to my lack of study since the beginning of the year, my work has piled up to an extraordinary amount, so there will be no more updates until exams are finished.  DO NOT WORRY, THIS FIC WILL NOT BE ABANDONED, yet… although next wait will have to be about 3 months, sorry!

No time for individual thanks, but thank you for reviews all the same, they make my day!  Oh, and someone reviewed in French, I had to look up the words in a dictionary.  I do not understand any French, so if you wish to review in a language other than English, make it Japanese, or Vietnamese (languages I have studied in school, wish I still had time to study them…).  Thank you for the review anyway, I eventually figured out what it meant ^_^.

A kind reviewer has pointed me to a website about Cluedo, and apparently Cluedo is called Cluedo everywhere except in America, where they call it Clue, or Japan and China, where they call it some Japanese name and Chinese name.

Someone asked about Plum's identity, I will not say it here, but was it that obvious?  All will be revealed in next coupla chappies!

Sorry if I missed any specific questions, I'll try to get to them later!

Disclaimer:  Harry Potter and co. belong to JKR, or else I wouldn't have to be posting fics here, would I?

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"Kill him, KILL HIM!!!"

The woman's voice was high and annoying, one of those screechy types of voices you just want to silence.  Sirius tried to curse the portrait while dodging Snape's curse.  The duel was intense: both Sirius' and Snapes' were fast, with many tricks up their sleeves.

A wooden chair flew into oSirius, who was knocked out for several seconds before transfiguring the chair into a metal one and threw it back.

"I'll teach you to talk about Harry like that!"  oSirius roared as the chair exploded in the air.  He then threw a nasty hex at Snape, who deflected it just in time.

"I was merely speaking the truth, you who do not accept the truth…" a bucket of mud fell on oSnape, who growled in a Sirius-like manner while cleaning the mud off himself.  As soon as his vision was cleared of mud, a creamed cake splattered in his face.

Snape came to the rescue, throwing painful hexes and transfiguring the wooden furniture into sharp objects before making them fly towards Sirius.

"KILL HIM!!!"  Mrs. Black shrieked again, to Sirius' annoyance.

A knife stopped right in front of Sirius' face, and a booming voice said.

"Children, I think it is time your wands are confiscated while you think about the consequences of your actions," Dumbledore shook his head, his silver beard swaying back and forth, while he was obviously trying not to smile.  He held up his hand and four wands flew towards him.  Lupin was standing behind Dumbledore, shaking his head as well.

"There are important things to plan, so if we may begin our meeting…"

"Oh, how I wishes Dark Greasy Man would hex my traitorous master…" Kreacher mumbled in the background.  Sirius kicked him out.

~*~

Harry had spent all of the night before beginning his set essays, while Ron and Hermione had gone on their Prefect rounds.  Of course, if Ron and Hermione had been there he would not have started doing his homework but rather have played some Exploding Snap or Wizarding Chess with Ron, to Hermione's usual disapproval, but he had become so bored he decided he should do something useful.

Before he went to bed he wrote a letter to James and Sirius to tell them he had become the Quidditch Captain, and would have talked to his mum if it had not been so late in the night.

The morning brought a single lesson in Herbology and a double in Divination.  The Gryffindors had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.  Professor Sprout went through the standard lecture on how important their OWLS were and then assigned an essay for them.

Trelawny was the first professor to not tell them how important their OWLS were.  Rather, she said that they could see their success or failure, and studying or not won't change that result, although she assigned homework anyway.  Apparently, Harry would be dying before the OWLS anyway, but he still had to do any set homework.  The rest of the lesson was spent flipping coins ("is that Muggle money?"  "Yes Seamus," Harry laughed).  While Parvati and Lavender 'oohed' and 'aahed' at their futures, Harry and Ron spent the time playing 'Heads and Tails'.  By the end of the lesson, Harry was losing.

Lunch was a nice relief from the stuffed towers of Divination, and got them prepared for the 'sleeping' lesson ahead.

Professor Binns mentioned how important the OWLS were, before droning on about Magical Settlements in the 15th Century and the various problems associated with magic at that time.  Parvati and Lavender had their little pink mirrors out, doing their hair and makeup and whatever else it was that girls did when they had their mirrors out.  Dean was scribbling furiously in his notebook, and upon looking over his shoulder, Harry noticed, slightly relieved, that Dean was not scribbling down notes but was working on another artistic construction.  Neville was looking at the board with his eyes half closed, and Harry knew that if a hand was waved in front of Neville's face, Neville would not have moved an inch.  Seamus was a little less discrete about his tiredness and had his head resting on his forearms, snoring softly.  Ron was doing likewise, although his notebook was out and he still had his quill in his hand after making an effort.  Even Hermione was struggling to stay awake as she took down notes from Professor Binns' lecture.

Harry heeded the advice that Griff gave him regarding having enough time to finish homework, play Quidditch, and prank people; he took out one of the essays he began the night before and worked on it during the lesson.  After finishing off the essay, he realised the wisdom in Griff's advice; the lesson was quiet, and he would not be disturbed or distracted, which meant he could get quite a bit of work done if he put his head to it.  He had told Ron to do the same, but Ron had a late night the night before so it was difficult for him to keep up.

After History of Magic, the Gryffindors were wide awake, thanks to Peeve's water bombs, and standing excitedly outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"I can't wait to see what he's like!"  Seamus exclaimed excitedly.

"Ginny said he's pretty good, she had him yesterday," Ron put in.

"He's not bad looking either!"  Harry heard Lavender whisper to Parvati, and they both giggled.

"I'm happy as long as he's not another Lockhart," Harry murmured, "I'd actually like to learn something."  Hermione heard and frowned, but refrained from saying anything.  What Harry said was true though, they needed to learn to defend themselves in the dark times to come.

The door opened with a swish and there stood Professor Plum in clean black robes with a genuine-looking smile on his face.

"Come in!  Come in!"  He stepped aside and the students made their way in.  The classroom was the same as it was when the fake Moody was teaching, not a dark creature in sight as it was when Lupin was teaching, and no pictures of himself, to Harry's relief.

The professor closed the door with a 'click' when they were all in and made his way to the front of the classroom.  He quickly did the roll call, and to Harry's relief he didn't look up at Harry's name, and then looked up at the class with a look akin to that of a child receiving a birthday present.

"I am told that you have learnt about simple defense mechanisms, dark creatures, and the Unforgivables," Professor Plum began, while some of the students nodded back, "this year we shall be undergoing an intense course in both fitness and defensive spells.

"You are probably curious as to the reason behind the fitness?  In a duel, you will need to be able to dodge spells that you can't block, such as the Unforgivables.  If you lose your wand, and your opponent still has theirs, the only thing that you can really do is run, which would be a little difficult if you have not run in a very long time.  Imagine your lovely caretaker running…"  the students burst out laughing, "he was not too pleased last night when I accidentally walked into that cat of his."  Harry had to disagree with the part about Filch not being a good runner; otherwise, how could Filch always make it to the scene of crime in record time?

"Anyway, in our double lessons we shall begin with a quick stretch and a jog around a part of the Hogwarts grounds, so I'd like students to meet me in front of the Entrance Hall for our lessons.  If you get there early, I want you to begin stretches.  You will not be changing into any sports gear, in a duel your opponent will not expect you to turn up in your tracksuits," Professor Plum gave the class a lopsided smile, and everyone chuckled, "and so that you don't think I'm just slacking off, I will be jogging with you.  Although I might bring along a broom if I've had a lot of defense lessons that day.  While we cool down after our run we shall review the defense spells we already know and new spells we will be learning, and upon returning to the classroom we will try out the new spells.  This is more of a practical class, so you will make quick notes about what spells we are studying and their affects, and then we'll try it out.  Understood?"

Everyone nodded, but the professor shook his head, "tut, tut.  As a class, we must work together, we must be more vocal!  Understood?"

"Yes, sir!"  the class said loudly, and the professor looked upon them with a look of pride.

"In our single lessons we will simply look at the spells we've studied, or you may take on a quick obstacle course.  Any questions?"  Everyone seemed to eager to begin the lesson to ask questions.  "Students, on your feet!"  He suddenly yelled, and everyone stood up quickly.

"Leave your cloaks here, I shall lock up the room.  Out to the Entrance Hall!"  Everyone quickly shuffled outside and made their way to the Entrance Hall.  They passed McGonagall, who looked at them with a smile and waved at Professor Plum.

"Taking your students out on an afternoon stroll?"  Snape stepped out from a side corridor, he was glaring at Plum with a look of loathing comparable to the look Snape gave Harry in classes.

"I think students need the fresh air to be able to think clearer," Plum said, "it's so hard when all they breathe is musty castle air, it must be hard to think down in your dungeons."

Harry and Ron looked at Professor Plum, awed at his obvious fearlessness of Snape, and hid their smiles behind their hands.

"You obviously do not note that the dungeons are well ventilated so that students do not die breathing in the fumes," Snape said through gritted teeth, he glided away down the way they came from, Neville jumping out of his way with a squeak.  Harry noticed that Snape walked with a stiff back, and wondered if he was in pain.

"Forwards, students!"  Plum said when Snape was out of sight.

"Okay, pop quiz, are vampires really scared of garlic?"  Professor Plum asked, while walking behind the whole group.

Hermione put her hand up, and the Professor laughed, "no need to put your hand up, Miss Granger!  As we are a small group, it won't be too noisy if we all just express our opinions out loud."

"No," Seamus said, "they are only afraid of sunlight."

"They are not afraid of the sunlight," Plum corrected, "they are merely weaker, and the weaker vampires die in the sunlight."

"But don't vampires have a keen sense of smell?  That's why people think they don't like garlic," Dean added.

"They do have a keen sense of smell," Professor Plum said, "but they are not afraid of garlic, neither are they afraid of crucifixes, it's all a myth.

"Now, what spells are unblockable?"

"The Unforgivables!"  Everyone chorused.

"But you can block the Imperius Curse," Harry put in.

"Correct, five points to Gryffindor!  This is so much fun, giving people points!"  Plum said with glee, and the students laughed.

When they were outside, Plum showed them some simple warm-up and stretching, working the whole body, and then they began their jog around the castle. 

As the jog went on, Plum jogged beside them, listing the spells they would be studying in the lesson.  Harry never realised how unfit he was as he breathed heavily, trying to get oxygen to his lungs, and trying to take in the professor's words while he jogged.  Of course he was not very fit, he never had to run long distances.  Harry was always proud of his short distance running though, although anyone could easily outrun Dudley.  To Harry's relief, everyone else seemed to be struggling.  The only person who did not look like they were about to keel over was Dean, who Harry knew played soccer.  Hermione looked dead on her feet, her cheeks red as she puffed alongside him.  Ron's whole face was red as he breathed loudly.  Parvati seemed to be lagging behind a bit, and Neville looked like he was trying very hard not to lag behind as well.

Harry was glad that they could walk as they reached the last hundred metres or so, just to warm down.  They stretched when they reached the Entrance Hall.

"So, did anyone hear what spells we're learning today?"  Plum asked, stretching his calf muscles.

"Uh, distracting spells?"  Ron ventured a guess, only taking in some of Plums' speech during the run. 

Plum laughed, "Correct!  Five points to Gryffindor!  Of course, you were all concentrating on the jogging and would not have absorbed what I was saying.  A word of advice; if you listen to me speaking, the jog finishes much quicker."  Neville looked confused at this.

Harry thought about that statement for a while, then realized the wisdom in his words, "he means that if we don't think about the jogging, then we don't realise how much time's gone by while we jog and it seems quicker," he explained.

"And if you're not thinking about the jogging, you won't feel as tired," Hermione agreed, a smile on her face at the realization.

"Correct," Plum nodded, "back to the classroom!"

~*~

Upon returning to the class, everyone felt more energised.

"You always feel more energetic after some fitness activities," Plum explained.

They went on to list the spells that came from other areas such as transfiguration and charms that were useful in a duel and they would try and their affects, Harry now knew how to make people think what they are seeing is real when what they are seeing is an image he created.  He also learnt how to make a pile of dirt in front of his opponent rise to cover his opponents view, how to make a blinding white light accompanied by a thunder crack, how to make his opponent lose all of their clothes (they only tried this on a dummy) and how to make an image of himself appear elsewhere for a short time.  Not only that, but they also leaned some simple spells and shields to counter such tricks.

"Class dismissed!"

Everyone chatted excitedly as they put their notebooks in their bags and stood up to leave.

"Mr. Potter, if you could stay behind?"

Harry looked at Plum, surprised, but the professor just smiled reassuringly, "don't worry, you're not in trouble."

Ron and Hermione looked at him expectantly, but Harry waved them on.

"We'll wait outside," Hermione said.

"That's okay, you probably want to start on your essays," Harry smiled as Hermione nodded.

"See ya, mate," Ron said as he followed Hermione out, a pained expression on his face at the thought of beginning his essays.

"We'll be in the library," Hermione smiled.  The two of them left, closing the door behind them.

"Do you have a lesson now, Mr. Potter?"  Plum asked, looking straight at Harry.

"Uh, no," Harry said.

"Good," Plum nodded, "we don't want you to be late for your lessons, now do we?"

Harry just nodded, not sure how to answer.

"So, you're the famous Harry Potter!"  Harry was surprised at the sudden change in tone; the professor had not mentioned Harry's fame during the lesson, to Harry's surprise.  Now, though, he was staring openly at Harry's scar.

"And that is the mark you were given when you were a baby?"  As Harry nodded, Plum had transfigured his quill into a magnifying glass and was looking very closely at Harry's scar.  Harry thought it would be rude to move away, so he just stood there in discomfort.

"Ah, such a strangely shaped scar," Plum commented, "magical scars, cursed scars, are always strange in shape.  I hear that Headmaster Dumbledore has a scar on his knee in the shape of the London Underground map."

Harry gasped, surprised; he had never heard that before.

Plum stepped back, "I have a scar too.  It's actually some Muggle machine, a computer I think, did you want to have a look?  It's on my inner thigh…"

"Uh, no thanks," Harry said hurriedly, as Plum reached for his belt.

Plum looked at Harry for a moment, and laughed, "just kidding, although the scar really is there."

"Oh," Harry said stupidly, not knowing what he should say.

"Now, you probably wondered why I asked you to stay behind?"  Harry nodded, glad that there was a proper reason Plum had wanted to see him, other than to show off his scar.  If anyone had magical scars to show off, it was probably Moody.

"I assumed that you wouldn't have wanted to stand out in front of the rest of the class.  The reason I asked you to stay behind was to ask about your regular experiences with the Dark arts," Plum began, and Harry wondered which event Plum was referring to, and how he knew about them in the first place.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore has given me a brief description of your exploits," he added when he saw Harry's look of suspicion, "so in your experiences, how did you manage to escape your encounters with evil?  I'm sure the other students could learn a lot from your experiences."

Harry had to think about the question for a while.  How did he escape Voldemort time after time?  Luck had a lot to do with it.

"Um, I think I'm just lucky," Harry said, after some thinking.

Plum laughed, "that would be one of the factors," he agreed, "but I'm sure you didn't escape with just pure luck."

Was that true?  In his first year, he was just acting brave.  In his second year, he was saved by Fawkes and the Sorting Hat.  Last year, he was saved by a simple Disarming spell and a simple summoning charm.  But what did each situation have in common that allowed him to survive until this day?

"Well, I think that apart from being lucky, I kept my head in those situations, enabling me to think clearly and use simple spells for specific purposes," Harry said thoughtfully.  He looked to Plum to see if that was the answer he wanted.  Plum was beaming down at him.

"Precisely!  That's what I wanted to hear; you can learn all the spells you want, but unless you can keep your head when faced with danger, you won't be able to use even the simplest of spells.  As we are in a school environment, it is difficult to learn how to keep from panicking when faced with a dangerous foe.  The rules restrict us from hurting students… in order for them to learn I may have to hurt them a little."

"In my second year here, our teacher had a Duelling Club," Harry said, without even thinking.  Why was he telling this weird Professor about the Duelling Club?

"A Duelling Club?  Sounds brilliant!  We can all benefit from a Club like that!"  Plum said triumphantly.  "Well Mr. Potter, I only wanted to know how you survived your foes, but now you give me an even better way to teach the students, this is amazing!  I shall have to speak to Headmaster Dumbledore about this!  You may now leave!"

Harry quickly left the over-ecstatic Plum behind, making his way towards the library.

"Ow!"

Turning a corner, Harry had run into someone and dropped his bag on the floor, along with it's contents.  Looking up, he saw that it was none other than Malfoy, although his goons were not there for a change.

"Look where you're going Potter!"  Malfoy yelled, hurriedly putting his things back in his bag.

"Well, excuse me, but you weren't looking as well!"  Harry retorted, beginning to stuff his things back into his bag as well.

"Well well, I didn't know you carried a mirror, although I shouldn't be surprised, wouldn't want to smile at your fans when you've got something stuck between your teeth," Malfoy sneered.

Harry was a little confused at first, but then saw the little mirror near the wall and remembered that it was the foe-glass he had received from Sirius and Remus for his birthday (chapter 6).  He quickly picked it up and stuffed it in his bag.

"If you must know, I've kept one since second year, in case the monster from the Chamber of Secrets attacks again," Harry quickly lied.

Malfoy just eyed Harry curiously, then shrugged, "well, I'll let you off for walking into me this time, Potter.  But watch out, next time…"

"Yeah, yeah, next time you'll let Bangers and Mash loose on me," Harry muttered, walking away.

"Who?"  Malfoy asked Harry's back, but Harry had already gone too far to hear.

As Harry walked away, he thought about the mirror, he had seen some people in it, although they were blurry, and the mirror felt hot.  Harry looked around to make sure no-one saw him with a mirror, took the mirror out of his bag and stuffed it into his pants pocket.  He must have enemies in his vicinity, but did that include school enemies, or were these enemies more dangerous?

~*~

"Professor Plum is one weird man," Harry muttered quietly as he took a seat in front of Ron and Hermione in the library.

"What did he want, anyway?"  Ron asked, looking up from a half-filled roll of parchment.  Harry could see that Ron had started on his charms assignment.

"I didn't think he was weird," Hermione said, flipping a page of a large book, "I mean, he just seems happy."

"More like hyper," Harry said under his breath, "anyway, at first he was going to show me his magical scar that was in the shape of a computer…"

"What's wrong with that?  He's just comparing scars!  He probably reckons his is cooler looking than yours," Ron sniggered.

"Well, then he asked how I escaped Voldemort," Ron winced at this, "and I mentioned that we had a duelling club, then he got all excited over the idea of starting a duelling club."

"I still don't think that's weird, he's just enthusiastic," Hermione said, "and he is a good teacher."

"Yeah, that man knows his stuff," Ron agreed, "what did you write about charming an object so that it can have an affect on the people who touch it?"

Hermione looked at her notes, "well, some objects are naturally magical, like some precious gems, whereas some aren't and a spell can be used to make them magical…"

Harry got his notes, a piece of blank parchment, and his quill from his bag.  He began to work on his charms essay.

~*~

Dear Gryffindor Quidditch team,

Practice will be held Monday evenings for an hour at five o'clock and Saturday afternoons at two o'clock.  More practices will be scheduled later.

HP

Harry had caught up with Madam Hooch after dinner and she had agreed to overlook their practices.  After going to see Madam Pomfrey, he returned to the common room and pinned the notice up on the notice board next to the Weasley twins' advertisement.

"Hey Harry!"

Fred swung an arm around Harry as George stood on Harry's other side with his arms crossed.

"I see you have scheduled our practices!"  George said, reading the note Harry had put up.

Harry grinned at them, "and I see your advertisement has not suffered Hermione's wrath."

Fred chuckled, "well Mr. Potter, you obviously underestimate our abilities."

"As seventh years, we are privy to more spells and charms than you simple fifth years," George said.

"Our beautiful piece of advertisement has undergone several charms to assure it stays where it is," Fred said.

George patted their advertisement, "our dear piece of parchment can withhold simple fifth year spells…"

"And I think Professor McGonagall will be capable of removing your advanced seventh year spells, don't you think?"

They all jumped as Hermione stepped up behind them.

"Well, hello there, Miss Granger!  Are you not supposed to be on your Prefect guard tonight?"  Fred said nervously.

"Being late to your duty is just not on," George added.

"Ron and I were on our way," Hermione sniffed, as Ron looked anywhere but at the twins.

"You were just kidding about telling McGonagall, weren't you?" George asked hopefully.

"No, I was not.  Your advertisement will be gone by tomorrow," Hermione said, "good night."  She walked towards the exit.

"See ya, mate," Ron said quietly as he followed her, rolling his eyes.

"That calls for some action on our part," George said, as soon as Hermione was out of earshot.

Harry looked at them, confused.

"We'll get to McGonagall before she does, McGonagall must hear our side first!"  Fred said, "g'night, Harry!"  Fred waved.

"Good night," Harry replied, and watched as the twins left the common room.

He made his way up the stairs to the fifth year boys dorm.  Neville was getting ready for bed, while Seamus was writing a letter to his relatives.  Dean was lying on his bed, reading a Muggle magazine.

Harry got changed, rummaged through his trunk, and hid the communicating stone under his shirt.

"Good night, everyone!"  He said loudly.

"Good night," the others replied, not looking up from what they were doing.

Harry pulled the curtains closed around his bed, and cast a silencing charm, before holding the purple stone in his hand and speaking into it.

"Mum?  Are you busy?"

Harry knew that Lily had the stone on a necklace and had charmed it so that only she could hear when Harry spoke.  Harry thought it was a good idea, but as he already had Hagrid's amulet, he didn't want to be seen wearing two stones.

"No honey, I'm not busy.  Just hang on a moment, I need to take my charm off of it so that Magnolia can hear as well."

Harry waited a moment, and then Lily said, "how are you, dear?"

"Well, good I guess, same as usual," Harry said, smiling.  It was nice to have someone, who genuinely cared, ask him how he was.  "How about you?"

"Yes, all is fine here," Harry could hear the smile in her voice, "Magnolia is busy with the computer game console at the moment, so you'll have to bear talking with just me."

Harry chuckled, "that's fine!  Do you know Michael Plum?"

"Hmm, is he the weird one with brown hair?"

"Yeah, he's the one!  He's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."

Harry heard Lily laugh on her end, "well, he's an interesting man, you might want to keep your eye on him."

"He is a good teacher I guess, although a little over enthusiastic at times.  Snape really seems to hate him though."

"Severus seems to hate a lot of people," Lily sighed.

"He's the same as usual, always taking points off Gryffindor and picking on me in potions…"

"I'm sure after some time he'll see you're not James and be more reasonable…"

"It's been four years already, I think that is a lot of 'some time's.  Anyway, he picks on Neville more than me, although Neville is a little clumsy in class.  He didn't hate Neville's dad or anything did he?"

"Not that I know of, then again, I didn't keep track of all the enemies Snape made, the Marauders lost track of it ages ago."

"Still, there's still something weird about him…"

"Perhaps you should write down everything you know about him, see if his actions and his abilities are like those of a Death Eaters' or if there's something out of the ordinary, if that's what you're worried about."  Something in her tone of voice was very suggestive, and Harry decided he would do just that.  "So how are your other classes?"

"Well, all the teachers are assigning a lot of homework because we have OWLS this year.  What is the scoring system for OWLS like?  Snape asked me in class, and I had no idea."

"Outstanding is the top score, then Exceeds Expectations, and then Acceptable.  Those are the pass grades.  The rest are Poor, Dreadful, and then Terrible."

Harry thought about the names for a moment, "wizards sure have a weird way of doing things sometimes."

Lily laughed, "I can agree with that, although wizards think Muggles have a weird way of doing things as well I guess."

Harry sighed, "looks like Snape's going to give me Terrible for everything…"

"Cheer up dear, if you have any problems, I can help you."

"Really?"

"Yep, although Potions isn't really my fort, I managed well enough when I was studying it.  What are you looking at now?"

"Well, we're looking at direct influences of one ingredient on another…"

Harry spent the rest of the night discussing potions, the Marauders, and Lily's experiences.  All in all, the night was well spent.  And in his exhaustion, Harry didn't have any dreams.

~*~

"Traitorous son is still alive and walking around as though he owns this place… Mistress would be so maddened to see the company traitorous son keeps…"

The door to the attic opened, and Sirius' head appeared.

"Kreacher!"  He sounded angry, "I ORDER you to place a spell on Snape to…"

He stopped for a moment, then reconsidered.  He smiled devilishly then, "I order you to follow Snape around next time he is here!"

~*~

AN: end for now, quite a long chapter if you ask me!  Sorry if it's slow, but some important points are brought up in it.  The pace should pick up next chapter!

In case you don't know Bangers and Mash, if memory serves me correct, they are a pair of gorillas in a cartoon I used to watch as a kid.  Somehow I remember the song though… Bangers and Mash, Bangers and Mash… ^_^

To all you Marauders and Snape fans, they should make more of appearance in the next chapter.

As always, if you have any comments and suggestions, please leave a review or email to tonderumushi@yahoo.com.au.  Seeya!

~ultrasoul