I do not own Harry Potter, or any charecters you imeadiately recognise.

Everyone else is mine, bitch! xD

Please R+R, this started as a joke, but a sleepless night I spent thinking about it, and it turned into...this...

Angst and decadence are promised.lol

"Oi! Redbagger!"

The lanky, youth said. He was waving down a shorter, stockier boy, who had been reading something on the announcements board.

Not eager to look away, he simply turned his head the smallest of fractions in the other boy's direction.

"Yea..."

"You coming or what! We got..."He looked cautiously around for a moment, before lowering his voice,"We got the purple advacado... We can start brewing it now!"

"Al, are you sure... are you really sure it's such a good idea? I mean really..."

"We all had to do something for our initiation... Sides, he'll thank us the next morning... What're you reading, anyway?" The one called Al said, saddling up beside the smaller boy.

The message, posted read:

"To all whom is may concern, the initiation rituals into the quidditch house teams are no longer necessary, nor allowed. May we draw your attention to Belandia Gorge, who is now without a nose because of them. Such practices are for muggle fraternities and small children. Thank you for your time."

"This is bloody wonderful... We can pretend we didn't see it..."

"Don't even start Al. We've broken enough rules as a group to get the entire Ravenclaw team expelled. I'm nowhere near sure about you, but I like school, and I like quidditch. I'd hate to loose either, or both... So you can brew the bloody potion by yourself." He said sharply, his plump little face going red. Alphonse Madwen was the team's best catcher, and the most influenceal player under Leslie Adams, the captain and another catcher... The simple reason was that they were dating. He was also a 7th year, and had shown off the ring he was going to use to propose...

Many, many times.

On the other had, short little Martin Redbagger was the best Keeper in the whole of Ravenclaw house, despite his weight problem. A 5th year, he wasn't the most impressive person on the team.

"Your the only one who knows how..." Al whined, obviously ignoring how seriously adamant Martin was.

"How in the hell did you ever get yourself into Ravenclaw?"

"I'm a bloody genius with Arithmancy... Your the potions guy..."

Marty snorted.

"Well you are... Now meet me and the other guys in our dorm tonight, we'll start brewing Cog's thing tonight... And don't tell him, alright?"

He snorted again. "You owe me..."

"How bout I get you a weight loss potion? Eh? Eh?"He said, nudging the small boy in the side with his elbows. "See ya there..."He said, slapping him on the back and running off.

"His name's Cauqe! There's a French bit in there!"He yelled as Al ran off, his longish black hair getting messier as he ran, "Stupid little..." Martin muttered, running his hands through his own tangle of blond hair. "You'd think he'd at least know the poor boy's name..." He said to himself, strolling casually off to potions class. He had a Slughorn to impress...

It was only 1956. Snape wasn't even a sperm cell yet.