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Spell Two: Night Owl

Most of their first day was uneventful after Potions. Hermione got through all the classes without loosing more House Points nor getting the class extra homework. A good thing considering the seven page essay they had to do for Potions.

Half-awake, the three friends made their way to the Great Hall to have dinner before going up to Gryffindor Tower to start their homework. Yawning open-mouthidly, Hermione flopped onto the bench at the Gryffindor Table. All three spooned random food-stuff onto their plates and ate while talking about the day.

"I can't believe Hagrid had more of those blast-ended skrewts!" Ron sighed with a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "He must be off his rocker!"

"Those aren't new ones, really," commented Hermione, waving a drumstick like a baton. "He said that they're offspring from the previous ones that he had in our fourth year. They must have escaped into the Forbidden Forrest after the final stage of the tournament."

"All the more reason to stay out of those bloody woods," Ron shook his head and swallowed his potatoes. "What with all the spiders and werewolves and centaurs and now those bloody blast-ended skrewts."

"Not that we'd ever need to go in there again," Harry added, finishing his cup of pumpkin juice.

But one should never assume these things. Because when you do, they tend to happen and your words will come back to haunt you. No, the magic world is not impervious to Murphy's Law, sadly. Too bad for them! Mwahahahahaha! Oh wait...that's mean...oh well.

They finished their meals and headed for the usual path up to Gryffindor tower. But just as they reached the stairs leading up, they moved to another platform. Not just any platform. The platform leading to the still-forbidden-for-some-unknown-reason third floor corridor. Looking at one another, Ron and Harry went to go back down. Hermione, on the other hand, continued up toward the platform and the corridor.

"Are you guys scared?" she laughed, turning to face them when she got to the platform.

"No, but I think you're nuts!" Ron called up to her, stopping halfway down the stairs.

"It's still off-limits isn't it?" Harry commented, a few stairs below Ron.

"Buckaw!" Hermione imitated a chicken and strode into the corridor. "Chickens!" "Alright," sighed Ron, shrugging. "We'd better follow her or she might get hurt."

"By what?" she called back, waiting just in the corridor. "I bet it's deserted by now."

Assuming that she was right, as she usually was, Ron and Harry followed Hermione toward the small wooden door at the end of the corridor. As they passed along, the stone torches lit the way. Like magic. Wait. It was magic. Never mind. MOVE ALONG!

Reaching for the door handle, Hermione found that it was locked. Confused, she tried turning it the other way, but with no results either. Pulling out her wand, Hermione prepared to unlock the door when Ron grabbed her shoulder.

"What is it now?" she asked, lowering her wand from the lock.

"Don't you think that they would have left it unlocked if nothing was in there?" he asked.

"He has a point," added Harry. "Let's just go. We need to start those essays."

"Aw, you two are such sissies!" she laughed, turning back to the door. "There's nothing left in there to be afraid of; the teachers just forgot to leave it unlocked, that's all! Alohomora!"

There was a soft click and the wooden door creaked inward. Smiling confidently, Hermione strode in and faced her two friends with her hands on her hips.

"See, there's nothing to," she started, then felt drool on her shoulder. "I guess I shouldn't look behind me, right?"

"..." Harry and Ron both nodded and started backing away.

Herminone looked over her shoulder slowly. Her eyes widened.

"Bloody hell!" she shrieked as she dashed out into the corridor just barely out of reach. "Why in Merlin's hat is Fluffy still here?!"

"Less wondering and more running for your bloody life!" Ron yelled over Fluffy's booming barks. "I don't think the wall will hold!"

They should really look into teaching Murphy's Law in Hogwarts. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Just as Ron had finished saying that the wall wouldn't hold, it stopped holding.

"Great!" Hermione snapped, following Harry and Ron back down the stairs. "Look what you did! You jinxed it!"

See what I mean? Murphy's Law right there for you. Well, not really if you think about it. See, because I control their world and I can do what ever I want. Like, for instance, I could have Fluffy rip them to shreds and drag their entrails about the school like some kind of morbid victory lap. Or I can simply have Fluffy fall off the stairs and go SPLAT far below. But that would be mean. So I'll let Fluffy chase them.

"Thanks a lot!" Harry yelled at the author.

"At least he won't be tearing us to shreds!" Ron gasped for breath as they neared the portrait of the Fat Lady, Fluffy right on their heals.

"Try telling him that!" Hermione motioned over her shoulder at the three snarling heads. "The password's Trogdor! Hurry it up!"

"Oh my!" gasped the Fat Lady who swung open as fast as she could to allow the three to run inside.

SHMACK!!!!!!!

Fluffy, unfortunately for him, was far too large to fit through the doorway and slammed into the wall with sickening force. The three startled and winded teens stared at the unconscious, man-eating, three-headed dog. He didn't move. Out like a light.

"Now what?" Harry sighed, still standing rigid against the wall of the stairwell.

"Act like nothing happened,I guess," shrugged Hermione as she swept past Harry and Ron heading up to the Common Room. "Fat Lady, just say that it chased my cat up here or something if anyone asks...and I'm sure someone will."

"Right," yawned the Fat Lady as the portrait swung back over the opening.

"Essay time!" growled Hermione as she disappeared into the Common Room. "Oh how much bloody fun! Yeah...right."

Another 'WTF' moment passed between Ron and Harry before they manage to wobble up the stairs after her.

"She's mentally fried I tell you," Ron whispered to Harry. "Something is definitely not right with her."

"The glasses?" Harry suggested. "Maybe we should look into that at the library. Normally Hermione would, but....."

"Get out of my chair, first-year!" Hermione roared as the frightened first- year fled for his dear life.

"Enough said," Harry finished. "Right after lunch we'll go look in the library for anything on the subject."

"Right," Ron nodded as they reached the Common Room, nearly tripping over Hermione's cat. "Tomorrow after lunch it is."

The Next Day: Potions Class

(Side Note: Much of the story will be in this class. They go to other classes, yes, but none have been important to the plot thus far, so...yeah.)

Weary-eyed students struggled to keep their heads from slamming down into their books, where others (mostly Sytherins) were sleeping peacefully. Ron and Harry looked like they had just gotten done with a marathon and Hermione was near collapse. The only thing keeping her going was a chocolate-chip cookie that she was munching on merrily.

"I lwove cwookies," she mumbled through a mouthful.

The tell-tale SHLAM of the classroom door meant that Professor Snape was ready to begin class. Those who were asleep woke instantly and those who were drifting redoubled their efforts to stay awake. Snape didn't look all that well-rested either. Hermione, Harry, and Ron could guess why even before he began to address the class about what had happened last night. This being because of the simple fact that, well, they were there. Duh.

"Last night there was a giant three-headed dog loose in the stairwells," he hissed, directing his glare at the three Gryffindors. "Luckily, no one was hurt and the dog was removed from the school."

"Snape lingo for 'Man, I can't believe none of these snott-nosed brats got ripped to pieces and flung about like a bloody rag-doll,'" murmured Hermione to herself, making Ron and Harry laugh.

"Miss Granger?" Snape growled, now standing right before their table. "May I ask what's so funn......what are you eating?"

"Er," Hermione looked at the cookie in her hand. "Cookie?"

"There is no food allowed in my classroom, Miss Granger," sneered Snape as he snatched it from her. "Five points from...."

"Hey!" she cut him off, standing abruptly. "Do you know how long it took me to do that bloody essay on shark-fish poison antidote?! I woke up late and missed breakfast! That cookie is all I ask for!"

"Must I deduct more House Poi..." Snape began, but was silenced when Hermione launched at him with her wand bore like a knife.

"Cookie! NOW!" she hissed, knocking him to the ground

"Aghhhhhhhh! My EYE!" he howled.

"I bet that her wand gets lodged in his brain," Ron whispered to Harry.

"You're on," Harry whispered back.

After a while Snape just passed out and Hermione took the cookie back in triumph. Yawning, she sat back down at the table with Ron and Harry, who looked like they'd been slapped upside the head. Twice.

"What?" she asked, popping the cookie in her mouth. "I said I wasn't going to take his crap this year, didn't I?"

The Gryffindors roared with laughter and congratulated Hermione. Even some of the Sytherins had to contain their laughter. When the bell rang, Hermione looked down at the unconscious Snape. Shrugging, she followed Ron and Harry out into the hall.

When Snape woke up minutes later, he couldn't remember who had stabbed him in the eye or even why. Struggling to the cabinets, he got a bandage especially for eye wounds. You know teens and their wands: one minute everyone's happy-go-lucky...then BAM! Someone goes PMSy and stabs someone in the eye. Hey, it happens.

Poor Snape had no idea that his next class with Hermione would be even worse. Why you may ask? Well, let's just say that she has a weird taste in pets. Now, everyone throw a two second pity-party for Snape (waits) Okay! Better now? Good.

Fans of Snape be warned: he gets beat up a lot in this, so don't take offense or anything like that. Last thing I need is to be beaten to death by Snape fan-girls in a back-alley out here in Idaho Falls.

End Spell Two

What is Hermione's new pet?

Will Snape ever figure out who stabbed him in the eye?

Was Hermione just PMSy or is it the glasses?

Find out some of these answers in Spell Three!

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