Let us see what else Mel has in store for the rest of the school.

Disclaimer: This stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling and Annoying Brat (this is merely my own continuation of Annoying Brat's story and putting it into Rowling's setting) Please do not sue, I'm innocent, I tell you, innocent!

We followed a prefect girl named Eve "Eagle-eyed" Porterson. She her auburn hair was cut short like a boy's and she had thin lips and blue eyes. Unlike Dumbledore's twinkling good-natured eyes, hers were piercing, cold, and hard as steel. True to her nickname, she seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. When I tried to go off into a stray corridor that looked like it lead to the potions room she snapped, "No wandering the corridors and stay close to me."

She led us down a dark dank stone staircase. It seemed to go on forever and went miles underground. Then, when it finally ended, we came out into a room that had tens of doorways on both sides.

We went through the first one on the right. When we went through that, we entered a corridor that had just as many doors as the hall did. We went left, then right, right again, left, it was so confusing. I had just stopped keeping track of all the twists and turns when Eve said, "Make sure you remember the way because I'm not likely to show it to you again. Also, if you're thinking of asking a fellow house member of perhaps an older grade forget it. As you will soon learn, we Slytherins are not the kindest of folk. It is likely that you will have enemies in your own house."she warned, in a tone thatmade one heed her."Those who are your friends are the only people whom you can truly trust and, therefore, the only people I suggest you ask for directions unless you want to get completely lost. Bottom line, remember where to turn."

"Wow. I'm glad I didn't learn that lesson the hard way." said Ann next to me.

I continued to keep track of the odd twists and turns we took from then on in. First left, ok first three lefts, then two rights, another left, two more rights, through the tapestry of the angry dog, then left. When I thought my feet couldn't walk another step we got to a large door-shaped portrait of a green double-headed snake, one head on each end.

"Passssword?"hissed the head on the top.

"Mortal dread" said Eve.

"Enter sssmall firsst yearss."hissed the head on the bottom.

The portrait swung forward revealing a large fire-lit room decked out in green and silver, the house colors. There were large leather green couches in the middle and some green winged chairs near the fire. There was a giant Slytherin crest in the middle of the stone floor. Between two of the couches was a large table and there were several wooden bookcases along the walls. Straight ahead were two staircases, one on the left and the other on the right. They both lead downward.

"Girl's dormitory is the first door down the right stairway and boys are the same on your left. Your things have already been brought to your beds."

The group split up, boys to the left, girls to the right, but everyone was dragging their feet due to tiredness. My legs felt like lead as I plopped down onto my bed. I immediately took off the uniform and got on my pjs. I had only just gotten the covers pulled over me when I was drifting off to sleep. "I think I'm going to like it here." I muttered to myself sleepily.

RRIIIINNNNNGGGGG!

My alarm clock woke me up at 8:00. I've never been a morning person and I wasn't about to start. I lazily pressed the sleep button.

Five minutes later it woke me up again. I was about to press it again five minutes later when Ann pulled the covers off of me.

"Get off!" I said, not hiding any of my annoyed feelings. "What are you, my mother!"

"No, but you'd better get up or you'll miss both breakfast and mail." she said firmly.

"Ugh. Alright, I'm up." I got up, yawning sleepily. I groaned as I put on my uniform. "I look like a bloody schoolgirl." I grumbled as I looked at myself in the mirror. They had a full-body mirror in the dorm. I guessed they didn't have one in the boy's dorm because they wouldn't care what they looked like. I only just had time to do a quick brush-through of my hair and quickly brush my teeth before Ann dragged me down, or rather should I say up, to the great hall. There we got our schedules with the mail. I couldn't believe my eyes when the mail came. Hundreds of owls came swooping in and dropped letters or packages in their owners lap. That day I got two letters. One contained my schedule and the other was a note from the twins.

Dear Jen,

That was a very funny trick you pulled but it wasn't funny for us. We've got three detentions thanks to your tip off last night. We hope you're happy because detentions around here are a lot worse than the muggle world. We also think you have something of ours and we would like it back because it's of no use to you. Watch your back.

Yours truly,

Fred and George Weasly

Only then did I remember that piece of paper I had stolen from then that night on the train. I had kept it in my pocket so I took it out. It looked like an old piece of paper to me but I assumed it must have some special magical power or they wouldn't have bothered asking for it back. I most certainly would not give it back, but I could give them a decoy and see what they did with it. I resolved to go ahead with the decoy plan on the weekend when I would have time to see what they would do with it.

"Oh, Mom, what is that paper? You know what it is, right?" inquired the daugher.

"Of course I know what it is, and I'll pass it down to you when you enter school." answered the mother, before continuing.

Then the classes begun. It was not the easiest thing to get to the classes because the main staircases liked to change. There were 142 staircases at Hogwarts as well as hidden stairways, ones that had a trick step half-way up that you had to remember to jump, and some that lead somewhere different on Tuesdays. Then the doors were another story. Some wouldn't open unless you asked politely and there were doors that weren't doors at all and just walls pretending to tick people off. The ghosts didn't help either. None of the ghosts, except the Bloody Baron, were at all helpful to the Slytherins. On my way to my second class that day I met Peeves the poltergeist.

Peeves was the very soul of mayhem in the castle, and he did it just for fun. All of the students hated him. As I was on my way down a twisting hallway I looked up to see two chalk-filled erasers floating in midair. I supposed that it was some sort of trick so I looked around. Ann, who was with me at the time, recognized it as Peeves at once.

"Peeves we're really late for class so can you please just leave us alone?" she said at the erasers. He suddenly appeared out of thin air. He looked like a small man with wicked dark eyes and a wide taunting smile.

"Nope. Can't let you through if you don't say the password." he retorted with an evil grin.

"So Peeves," I said to him, "You want us to say the password? Well here it is : 'the password'."

He looked like he had just swallowed a lemon.

"Ooh, a smart little firsty. Not too nice about it either. I'll have to teach you a lesson" and he started clapping the erasers all around us until we were almost as white as a ghost.

"Will you just stop this amateur prank already Peeves!" I yelled at him. "Really, erasers are second-grade. Can't you do any better?" That remark seemed to shock him. He backed away, looking impressed, and a little sore at being called and amateur.

"Well it seems I am in the presence of one who is learned in the art of pranking." he said, in a tone that could seem either insulting or admiring.

"Thanks. Now if you'll get out of my way and leave me alone for the rest of my time here I just might teach you a thing or two so you can upgrade from the second grade." Dusting myself and Ann off, I continued walking along my way. Truthfully having no idea where I was going, I politely asked the poltergeist which way the transfiguration classroom was. I took the chance because it looked like I was on his good side. For once in his life, Peeves actually gave correct directions.

"Wow. How did you do that?" Ann whispered to me as soon as we were safely in class.

"What? Oh, you mean degrade Peeves without ending up with bruises or gum in my hair and make him help us?" I answered, casually.She nodded in awe, her eyes slightly wide.

"No idea." Ireplied truthfully. I was somehow aware that I had just unintentionally taken on an apprentice.

As for the rest of the classes, easily the most boring subject was History of Magic, the only class that was taught by a ghost, Professor Bins. Needless to say, I was not at all interested in learning about goblin rebellions and the important figures in them. It did, however, prove to be the easiest class to use to talk to friends, or in my case the friend.

I soon learned that Ann had an older sister Jess who was in her last year at Hogwarts. That was where she had learned about the school and the teachers in them. From her I learned that Snape, the potions master, was head of Slytherin House and favored those in it. He also was after the job of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and had been for a long time. I also learned that Filch could pop up anywhere and hated the students. There was also a rumor around that he was a squib, a muggle made from two magical parents.

I was the most interested in Charms class, seeing that it would be the most useful. We learned a spell called "wingardium leviosa" that made things levitate. The task we were asked to do was to levitate a feather until it was at least 3 feet above our desks. Hermy did it on the first try. What a showoff. Not too many people got the spell to work and Seamus fried his feather. He has a habit of making things blow up. On what seemed like the hundredth try I finally got mine to levitate. It only got a couple feet high when it fell back down. I decided to make Charms class my best. I would work extra hard on perfecting spells that were taught and those that I learned on my own.

"Did you really do extra work in school?" asked the young girl.

"Surprisingly, yes. I actually did fairly well in school, and I'm proud to say I never failed any of my exams. I'll tell you about a couple more classes, and the infamous Professor Snape."

Transfiguration wasn't my favorite. After Peeves helped me get there, I found out that McGonagall was really strict. We started out trying to turn matches into needles. It was a lot harder than it would sound. Ann did her transformation perfectly. Mine only went all silver and became a little pointy. I figured this spell might come in handy if I wanted to stop someone in their tracks. Might have to work on it.

On Friday we had double potions with the Griffindors. I wanted to see if what I had heard about him favoring us was true.

Potions class was in the dungeons. We still had to step over a small hole or two thanks to my, um, I mean, the twins' work at the start of term. There were pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Snape had slick greasy hair and stony eyes. He also wasn't one for small talk and had that strange ability of keeping a class silent without trying.

He started class with the role call, but stopped at Potter's name.

"Ah, yes. Harry Potter, our new celebrate." Malfoy and his body guards sniggered behind their hands. When he finished the role call, he looked up at the class and said, "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making. Since there is no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect for you to understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame and brew glory, even stopper death. If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." More silence followed this little speech and I looked around the class to see how others were reacting. Some looked impressed, others nervous, even others looked skeptical that they could really learn how to do all of those things he had just said. Hermy looked ready to prove that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to and infusion of wormwood?" I knew the answer but wasn't about to volunteer it. Harry looked baffled at the question and Hermy's hand shot into the air.

"I don't know sir." said Harry slowly. Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut tut, fame clearly isn't everything." He totally ignored Hermy's hand.

"Snape's being really mean, isn't he, Mommy." said the young daughter.

"Yes he is. Believe it or not, he acts even worse." she answered, in a matter-of-fact tone. She continued her narration of Harry's interrogation.

"Lets try again, shall we. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bizuar?" asked Snape, with a cruel sneer on his face. Hermy continued to stretch her hand as high as it would go. Harry didn't know again, it was obvious from his look.

"I don't know sir."

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming here, did you Potter?" Harry seemed like he wanted to reply hotly that he had indeed looked through his book, but didn't say anything because he didn't want to get in trouble. Snape continued to ignore Hermy's quivering hand.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Hermy stood up, at last, her hand stretching towards the sky and would have touched the ceiling if she had been taller.

"I don't know sir." said Harry again, this time quietly. "I think Hermione does though, why don't you try her." he said. I thought this bit was quite a bit more daring than the rest. A few people laughed, myself not one of them. Snape, however, did not find it as amusing as the rest of the class.

"Sit down." he snapped at Hermy. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draft of Living Death. A bizuar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant that also goes by the name of aconite. Well, why aren't you all copying that down!" he suddenly snapped at the rest of the class. Everyone rummaged for quills and paper. Over the noise Snape announced that a point would be taken from Griffindor for "your cheek, Potter".

I learned at least one important thing that lesson that I thought would come in handy later, Snape hated Harry Potter.

Things definitely didn't improve for the Griffindors or Potter during the rest of the lesson. Nevil melted his cauldron, spilling the potion everywhere. Most students began standing up on their chairs, getting out of the was of the festering material. Nevil, however, got drenched in the concoction and his face started erupting in boils.

"Idiot boy!" scolded Snape. "You probably added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire." he said angrily. "You, Potter!" he said suddenly, turning to Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Nevil. "Why didn't you tell him not to add the porcupine quills! Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Griffindor. And Seamus," he snapped, "take Nevil up to the Hospital Wing to stop his wining." Nevil had been whimpering in pain.

"Yikes. Is he always this harsh on Griffindors?" I whispered to Ann.

"Well, not usually. It seems like he really doesn't like Harry. I wonder why." she replied.

The lesson was fairly uneventful after that, unless you count the fact that Snape favored Malfoy. What a teacher's pet. He was so eagre for the easy way out of work. In that matter, he was almost a boy after my own heart. You need good hard work in pranks, no doubt about that, but other than that ... lets just say the ends justifies the means.

Potter looked pretty bummed at losing two points for his house already. My guess was that he got off easy and Snape would have loved to turn two into twenty. He wouldn't have gotten away with it, though. The other teachers would probably gotten suspicious and asked what a new student could have done to lose that many points in a single lesson. His true reasons would probably be Harry's heartbeat and breathing.

"Well, I guess the rumor was true." I said to Ann on the way out the door. "Snape really does favor us."

We went down to dinner together and had another delicious meal.

"I hope I don't get used to this food," I said through a mouthful of chicken, "because I'll be real disappointed when I get home for the summer. By the way, Ann," I said after swallowing, "do you have any tips on making a piece of parchment look old?" I needed to make my decoy look authentic.

The inquisitive girl at her feet again erupted with curiosity. "A decoy, Mom?"

"Yes, dear. I made a decoy of that paper."

"Now will you tell me what it is?" she pleaded.

"Not yet." chortled the mother, continuing her tale.

"My mom taught me a technique about burning the edges, why?"Ann said curiously.

"Oh, no real reason. Think you could show me tonight?" I replied casually. I still had to keep my dealing secret.

"Um, sure. I don't see why not. But why do I have something of a bad feeling about this?" she said suspiciously.

"No idea. It's not like I'm up to no good. Really, Ann," I said, sounding hurt, "have I ever given you reason not to trust me?"

"No." she said, looking sorry.

"Great! I'm done, wanna show me now?" I said happily.

"Well, okay." she said, leaving a half-full plate to follow me down the stairs to the dungeons.

We walked down the seemingly endless corridors, arguing somewhat which turn to take and whether or not to turn, before we got to the portrait of the double-headed snake.

"Mortal dread" said Ann automatically.

"Thatssss wrong." hissed the top head.

"The password changes on Friday, remember. Pureblood." I said, correcting Ann.

"Lucky guessss." sneered the bottom head.

"Yeah, yeah. Just open up will ya?" I retorted.

The portrait swung forward and we both climbed in. It slammed shut behind us.

"Note to self: don't insult the door." I said to myself. "The last thing I want is to be on the wrong side of the gatekeeper."

Ann showed me how to burn the edges of paper to make it look old and I crumpled my decoy too. Finally, before going upstairs to bed, I put in a sealed envelop with a note that read:

Dear Weasly twins,

Sorry, I didn't know this grubby old piece of parchment was yours. I found it on the train and kept it as a spare. Well, here you go!

Yours truly,

Jen

"yawn I wonder what that dumb thing does anyways." I mumbled to myself as I slowly dropped off to sleep.

"What is it, what is it, what is it?" protested the young listener.

The mother answered ambiguously, "Patience, my dear. Patience."

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was on vacation. What is that paper? You might know, but those of you who don't (which should be a very select few) you'll just have to wait. Happy reading (and please review)