A/n: Hello to my adoring fans...autographs later lol!

Prongsharry: So, Harry, how's life?

Harry: Bad!

Prongsharry: And, er, why may I ask?

Prongsharry:You knew that was gonna be tiring... but good luck, Harry, this chapter may hurt...

Harry: Why?

Prongsharry: Wait and see...

Harry woke up, to see Ron standing over his beds, anxiously.

"Er, Ginny said you weren't feeling well, are you ok?"

"How did she know?"

"Last night. Apparently, you apperared in her dorm, and said you weren't feeling well... it was like 3:00 am. How the fuck did you get in?"

"What? I was in Ginny's dorm? Er, no way! You know you can't get into the girl's dorms."

"She said you did kinda look tired, and your eyes were closed."

"Ok, I must hav been sleepsomething!"

"Yeah, summat like sleepapparating!"

"Maybe not. You know you can't apparate inside Hogwarts."

"Yeah, I know, but she was pretty sure it was you."

"Yeah, well, it could have been summat else."

"Ron?"

"Yup?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, couldn't have been better."

"Ron, what have you been eating? Or drinking for that matter?"

"Nothing!" Ron's voice wavered, and he giggled uncontrollably. Harry noticed something about the laugh that was unmistakeable. That wasn't Ron's normal laugh. He threw back Ron's covers to reveal... nothing. Harry sighed, and realised... underneath the bed. He found the chocolate cauldrons he had given to Ginny. The jinx had worked perfecly. He reckoned Ron wouldn't touch a chocolate cauldron again, because suddenly, Ron bent over double, and groaned.

"Didn't I tell you?"

Ron groaned in reply.

"Ow! Harry! That jinx hurts!"

"It's meant to, stupid, that's why I put it on!" Harry grinned to himself.

Harry sighed as he put his bag down on the table in theDefence against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, but Harry was far away in a world of wondering how to lift the jinx on the post of the defence against the dark arts, then realised. Ha! I've cracked what no-one else has. It's easy, just the Imperius curse, telling people to go. No, that's not it. I reckon Voldemort's going to come in, and kill me, now, kill everyone, arghh! Well, he is now impersonating Dumbledore, and others, sooooo...

Harry sat up when the new defence against the dark arts teacher came in.

"Open your books at page 116." They began, but way too quickly Harry knew who it was. Well, duh, they looked so like each other... Oh my god, it's my dad!

"Hey, Harry! That must have been the best lesson ever! I mean, we've never done so much practical!"

Harry turned round to see Ron speeding towards him, until he collapsed on the wall next to Harry, quite out of breath.

"Harry?"

"Yup?" Harry answered to Seamus Finnigan,

"When are Quidditch tryouts?"

"Tommorow, down at the pitch."

"Hokay, I shall practise. What time?"

"Oh, erm, 6 o'clock. See you there. What d'ya wanna try out for?"

"Erm, chaser?"

"That's ok, seen as Katie's left, so come down, and there might be quite a few people there too, you know..."

"That's fine, ok, see ya..." Seamus ran back off down the corridor, when Hermione pointed her wand secretly at his bag. His bag immediatly burst open, and the contents were all over the floor. She jerked her head in the opposite direction at Harry and Ron, and they ran with her. She entered an empty classroom, and sat down.

"Ok, I Hate Seamus. I don't want him to be chaser. And you know why? Because plainly, he's on Voldemort's side. How else could he have got in? Now, if we get him out by some miraculous method..."

"Levitate!" Harry exclaimed, "drop him out of the window, score Hermione..."

"Oh, yeah, and get expelled. Harry, you're head boy, you can't do that, we'll just have to..."

"Put him in the one eyed witch's little place, then get him out, put him in the shrieking shack, he'll be, erm, boy, scared. He might find the way out, but woe betide him when he comes to the whomping willow. That'll be funny..."

They stood up,

"You know, that is exactly what I was thinking. Harry you're a genius!"

"I know, Hermione. Autographs later!"

Hermione smiled sarcastically, for a moment, then Harry walked out, Ron following. Hermione punched the air with satisfaction. How was Seamus on Voldemort's side? Hermione just hated him, because he had been having a go at him. Then she realised she was not alone...

Hermione sighed, as Snape dragged her to the dungeon.

"So, greasylocks, how did you get in here?"

"So, smarmy little brat, do you not remember the vanishing cabinets?"

"Piss off." Hermione said quietly.

"Oh, yeah, you can say what you like to me now, but something rather, unpleasant might happen, very soon, to you."

"PEEVES!" Hermione yelled, and the poltergeist drifted in.

"GREASYLOCKS!" He cried, and set about wreaking as much havoc as he could. Snape hit out wildly against raining candles, and let go of Hermione's hand. She immediatly ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction.

Hermione skidded around the corner, and ran into Ron.

"Hey, wotcha doing?"

A/N:I'm very sorry for that crap ending, but...

Prongsharry:Ron?

Ron:Yes?

Prongsharry:No bad language. Ch 7 will be up soon, also, Bis Dann! Or, until then, goodbye!