A/N: Yes! It's the part you've all been waiting for! The start of MACBETH! Squee!

Well, I won't delay, except to say, (OMG I RHYMED XD)

Disclaimer: I own my body. And some stuff they say. And that's it. I don't own the name Harry Potter. Besides, what's in a name? That which we call a rose...oops. Too much Shakespeare again. sigh I wish I owned that line. It's a good line. I could sell it for a million billion pounds...

ANyway, on we go!

Macbeth - Act I - Scene I

Lavender sighed. "And I thought the homework for History of Magic would be easy and boring, like usual. Why did Professor McGonagall have to take over? It's like sooo not fair!"

"Tell me about it," agreed Parvati. "And it's group work. How hard is that? We all have to meet up someplace. And...we're with her..." Shuddering, she pointed at the third member of the group...Hermione Granger. "She's gone weird. I think it was a spell gone wrong."

"No, Hermione's too smart for that. She probably tested out a new spell on herself or something." Lavender argued.

Hermione chuckled. Lavender and Parvati looked at her for a few moments, but she didn't do anything else.

"Why couldn't we have got Patil or someone? It's like, child abuse!" Parvati whispered. Hermione looked up.

"Come on, Lav and Parvati, we really need to organise this! Let's meet up sometime later." Hermione snapped.

Lavender and Parvati sighed. She was back to normal. Phew.

"Okay, let's do that." Lavender agreed amiably.

"So, When shall we three meet again?" Hermione looked out of the window. It had rained for weeks, and it showed no sign of stopping. Ugh...rain..."In thunder, lightning, or in rain, most likely." she commented.

"I'm free this afternoon, when all my stuff's finished, you know, when the hurly burly's done. And when the battle's lost and won. I'm having a duel with that Patil. She sooo took my Seamus, she did. I'm gonna show her a piece of my mind!" Lavender added.

"Well, that won't take too long, will it?" asked Parvati. "I mean, you've been learning so many hexes. That duel will be over in moments. You're gonna sooo wipe the floor with her! Oh yeah, that will be ere the set of sun, all right."

Hermione looked curiously at Parvati. "Ere the set of sun? What's that about?"

"Nothing...I don't know. The words just popped into my head...freaky."

"Definitely. Anyway, where the place?"

"Um...how about by the lake? You know, that clearing?" suggested Parvati.

"OK, upon the heath." confirmed Lavender.

"There to meet with Macbeth!" cried Parvati. Everyone gave her funny looks...

"The words again?" asked Hermione sympathetically. Parvati nodded. "That's okay- I come, Graymalkin! Ack! Words!" She put her hands over her mouth.

"Paddock calls!" cried Lavender.

"A horse field is calling you? God, that is freaky." muttered Hermione.

"Anon!" added Parvati again. "Wait, that makes no sense at all. Anon? Jeez. Am I getting the worst of this, or what?"

"Mm...let's go up to the hospital wing and ask Madam Pomfrey if she knows what's going on."

"Yes, good idea. Uh oh...I feel words coming..."

"Me too...must not say..."

"Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through the fog and filthy air!" they all cried, with the exception of Parvati who kept her fingers tightly on her mouth and could only manage a short "Owair!"

They looked at each other, picked up their bags and hurried out of the room towards the hospital wing.

A/N: All the italic words are the real Shakespeare passages. Graymalkin is a witch's familiar, a grey cat, a paddock is a toad, and anon means 'I'm coming'. How do you like it? I wanted to show my love for the words while somehow making them amusing and their meaning unclear.

This chapter is a lot shorter than the others will be, it's a very short scene. Only 13 lines. Others will be much longer so if you don't like short chapters, be not afeard. Oh, I feel inspired to write:

Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises

Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears and sometimes voices

That if I then had waked from a long sleep

Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming

The clouds methought would open and show riches

Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked,

I cried to dream again.

Caliban, The Tempest.

I know it by heart! It's so lame! I'm sorry!

And on that note, farewell to thee all.

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