Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies. This chapter veers wildly off course. Oh yeah, to those who have used this story's idea somewhere, please send me a link, okay?

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The beginning of this chapter takes a slight time skip into the future…

Harry sat on one of the comfy chairs in the Gryffindor common room, his posture not unlike that of on Leon S Kennedy as he sat upon Osmund Saddler's throne. With a single hand on his chin, Harry appeared to in deep thought.

"I'm bored." Thought Harry.

Ever since he had been able to predict and correctly answer every single question of every single professor in every single class, the teachers had started to detect that something was off. When Harry started handing in perfect essays for the entire first half of the school year, the teachers simply stopped giving him homework, because for some unknown reason every copy that was henceforth handed in was an exact copy of Harry's work. That is, save for one Hermione Granger's essays of course.

However, most of the time she only got an E, because even though under normal circumstances her essays would merit an O, Harry's essays were just so good that something the professors had to do some research of their own just to keep up.

If Harry kept up his 100 streak, he would probably be the first student to get a 100 score at the end of a year. (Just for reference, Hermione Granger got a 99.99 for her first year. The 0.01 was lost because she forgot to put in a full stop at the end of her sentence.)

As he had no homework, and all his other friends were up to their ankles in it, Harry was, predictably, bored.

He scanned the room. "HEY! WOOD! Want to practice Quidditch?"

"Can't, Harry! My professors have stuck me in homework up to my ass. Maybe if you'll help me do my work…?"

Harry waved him off. "Nah. If I do, then I'll have to help the rest of the team, and I'm not in the mood."

Lets see… maybe I can find something fun to do within these saves of mine… Harry sifted through his now considerable amount of saves, and isolated one.

"OH HO! I remember this one. Never really got the chance to get down to doing it. Maybe now something funny will happen."

Before he went, Harry made a save, a practice he picked up after a really painful loss, but that's a story for another time.

For now, Harry's consciousness disappeared.

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Unfortunately, while Harry did remember this save, he didn't remember the circumstances that lead to it.

One of which was his pissing off Snape so much that Snape cursed him into the goddamn wall. Unfortunately, because of his power he couldn't fall unconscious, so he was stuck in the waking world cradling his very, very delicate head, which had just been whacked by a cold, cruel and heartless dungeon wall of stone with a solid bang.

THE INJUSTICE!

But Harry soon got over it, and staggered to his feet. Then, in a most unexpected gesture of the Harry of this time, he started yelling really, really loudly. At Snape!

"THIS WON"T BE THE END OF IT! YOU HEAR ME? IT WON'T BE THE END OF IT! I'LL SUE YOUR PANTS OFF… OH YES I WILL!"

Snape smirked in a most infuriating manner. "Oh no you won't, you little punk. Just like your father, you are, but now I have some new tricks up my sleeve that I didn't when I faced down that evil bastard that was your father and defeated him in a climatic battle!"

Harry sweat dropped. The rest of the class was already too stunned to have any reaction. Finally, after a few minutes, Harry spoke up. "You did?"

"Oh you little bastard! OBLIVATE!" Harry flew into the wall, again.

"OBLIVATE OBLIVATE OBLIVATE OBLIVATE OBLIVATE OBLIVATE…" Snape paused for breath, before continuing, "OBLIVATE OBLIVATE OBLIVATE OBLIVATE…"

…Until finally, he finished oblivating the whole class, except Harry, of course, whose special condition prevented him from succumbing to the effects of the spell.

As the rest of the class were trapped in the induced daze caused by the spell, Snape yelled out the current circumstances. "ALL OF YOU HAVE JUST SEEN MR POTTER ATTACK ME UNPROVOKED! AS A RESULT, I HAD TO DEFEND MYSELF FROM HIS DARK CURSE, EVEN THOUGH NO FIRST YEAR COULD HAVE KNOWN IT, AND THUS HE WAS KNOCKED INTO A WALL AND BECAME UNCONSCIOUS. Oh yeah, I had better make sure of that. STUPEFY!"

Harry was hit by a stunner, and couldn't move. He really wanted to hop out of this bad situation, but he decided to ride the situation out.

Snape waited for the rest of the class to snap out of their daze before barking out an order. "Malfoy! Take Potter to the Hospital Wing. I trust that you will take… good care of Mr. Potter here."

Ron yelled. "HEY! Malfoy is going to do goodness knows what to Harry!"

Snape's eyes narrowed. "50 points from Gryffindor for doubting a professor. Draco, get moving."

Malfoy smirked at Ron before standing up and levitating Harry with a cry of "Wingardium Levi O sa!" With a flick of his wand, Harry went zooming out of the room, still perfectly conscious, but without any motor controls. The moment the door closed as Malfoy walked out, the class could hear a continuous banging sound that sounded suspiciously like the contact of a human head and a rock wall.

Snape grinned.

Nasty.

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Harry was awake, and he wasn't digging it, as some people would say. However, he couldn't lash out at his aggressor due to the stupid stunner he had taken.

"Maybe I really should hop…"

But then, the thought of being able to incriminate both Draco and Snape was enough to keep him going. Oh yeah, he'll put his memories into Dumbledore's pensive… and then the two slimy gits would be appropriately punished. Just the thought of Snape's face, when he realized he had been implicated despite his memory charm, and Draco's when he realized that his victim wasn't knocked out at all, was enough to keep him running.

Revenge was coming to claim them…

End of time skip…

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