A/N: to the person who reviewed and said that people were saying mean things about me on a website, where are people doing this? It sounds like either you are making it up just because you think I'll stop my story (and I won't, I said before I don't care what flamers think) or these people are cowards or something who don't want to review because they don't want me to yell at them. I bet your making it up, though, because I haven't heard of any site where they're making fun of my story. Anyway, please read (and hopefully review, but I'm not going to force you to) everybody! Thanks! Oh, and if anybody has any idea of what should happen next, please tell me, because I'm kind of running out of ideas… I'm not sure who I want to have taken Hermione, probably not Voldemort because I'll do that later, I don't know. I might make it Draco Malfoy, though, we'll see. And also, I don't know why people are saying this is funny,it's not supposed to be funny, but whatever... I'm glad you read it anyway: ) But the thing I'm really concerned about is the 'conversation' with the friend about writing a book about dyslexics being killed. That is such a horrible thing to say, and I hope he was kidding, because he could turn out to be the next Hitler or something if he isn't careful. And even if he is kidding, you really shouldn't joke about something like that, it's just not nice. Trust me, my sister gets enough of it (or used to get enough of it, when she was younger) at school. So yeah. Anyway, this A/N is really long, lol, so for some reason I'm going to continue with the story now! Okay, bye!

A few days later, there still had been no news of Hermione. Dumbledore had promised them that when he found something out, he would tell them, but so far, nothing had come up. Andrea was on her way to Potions class, and she couldn't help worrying about what was to come that day. Something seemed wrong to her somehow, she couldn't quite put her fingre on it.

"Sit down, everybody!" Snape yelled five seconds after the passing class bell rang. "The next person to come in late will have 10.0000 points taken from their house!" Draco Malfoy slipped in, but Snape pretended not to notice. Then Harry came in, and Snape called out, "10,0000 points from Gryffindor!"

"Sorry," Harry whispered to Andrea as he sat down next to her.

"That's okay, that's not fair," she whistpered back. "I don't think we even have that many points to begin with!"

"You should converse with Dumbledore about this conundrum, Drae." Harry said. "He'll take note to what you suggest, and most likely take some action against Snape's blatant favouritism. It's time somebody dealt with this matter." Harry sat back in his seat, satisfied.

Snape saw them whispering and pointed a long finger at Andrea. "You! Come up to the board this instant, and write out last night's homework problems!" Andrea gulped. She had been able to do her homework because Hermione had dictated the problems for her, and she had solved them and memorized the answers in her own mind. But odviously, she could not write them down.

"Sir, can I just say the answers out loud?" Andrea queried.

"Absolutely not!" Snape shouted. "Get up here and write them down now." His voice lowed down to a menacing hiss. "Or I'll send you to the dungeons."

Andrea went up to Snape and said to him quietly, "I can't, you know I can't, why don't you just let me say it?"

Snape grinned evilly. "You've already gotten me in trouble once with Dumbledore this term, and I'll not have it happen again! Now, if you can't solve the problem, just go through that door down that way and stay tahtere for the remainder of the class period."

"Aren't you supposed to send disobedient students to their heads of house?" Andrea asked.

Snape smiled again, a mean smile. "Oh yes, but I can't take the chance of you going to the headmaster again. You'll go down in the dungeon, and if I hear another word about you talking to your friend Dumbledore, I will personally see that you are expelled!"

"You can't do that!" said Andrea. "Dumbledore won't expel me, he would never do that!"

"You just bet your boots he wouldn't." said Snape. "But I have friends in high places, such as, oh, I don't know, the MINISTRY OF MAGIC!" these last words came out as a terrifying roar. "Now either write the answers down on the board or get down into that dungeon!"

"Yes, sir," said Andrea rejectedly. She felt the urge to punch Snape, but, knowing that violence was never the answer, resigned herself to spending the rest of class in the cold, dark, rat-infested dungeon.

A/N: Sorry that was so shot, but I promise to have the next chapter out really soon. In fact, I'm writing it right now : )) And it would be really nice if you reviewed, but don't worry, you don't have to or anything.