Here We Go Again! SD and PK Take on Hogwarts

-samuraiduck27 and PsychoKitty13

A/N: …………….. (is hiding in a fox-hole she dug for herself and is wearing an army helmet)

PK13: (stumbles into the hole) WTF? Uh… SD? What in Ra's name are you doing?

SD27: Hiding from the reviewers. It's been over a month since we updated.

PK13: What? You waited HOW long?

SD27: Hehehe… I got… distracted?

PK13: (pulls her out of fox-hole and ties her to her swirly chair in front of her computer) Now, TYPE THE CHAPTER!

SD27: (cries) Y-y-you're so mean! But for my safety, I think I should… well, after a bit of surfing…

PK13: …

SD27: Ehehe… or I can do it now!

DISCLAIMER: SD27 and PK13 do not own anything familiar in this story except for stuff that we made up… like our counterparts, Niiro-chan, Rakir, and etc.

SD27: ONWARDS!


Chapter 8- Uh-oh... Houston, We Have a Problem...

Surprisingly, it turned out that PK did know her way to the Hog's Head, which made the Trio wonder a bit at this, until PK shrugged it off that she had come down to Hogsmeade during the summer holidays. The three bought this, and they all entered the dingy pub right on time.

It was a definite welcome from being out in the blustery autumn weather; the place was warm, cozy, and a little more than cramped because of all the turnout for those who wanted to be part of the not-yet-formed D.A.

Harry looked around the small pub with a bit of disgust, seeing as the place was filthy and known to be a place where rather dodgy characters turned up.

"I don't know about this, Hermione," he muttered, glaring at a heavily veiled witch as they crossed the bar, "Has it ever occurred to you that Umbridge might be under that?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, but PK snorted at that comment, "No- Umbit-I mean, Umbridge is shorter that that…'witch'. Not to mention fatter."

Hermione nodded, "Not to mention, even if that woman does show up in here, she can't do anything to stop us as I've double and triple-checked the rules: we're not out of bounds, and I've looked up everything about study/homework groups and this is allowed."

"But it's best we don't just go waving around a huge frilly pink and highlighter yellow banner that says what we're doing, though, ne?" commented PK as they made their way over to the bar, ordered a few butterbeers- much to Ron's displeasure as he wanted a firewhisky- and got ready to address the group of students that were gathered in one corner of the bar.

Harry and the others scanned the group and saw a load of familiar faces in them. Neville, Dean, and Lavender were seated next to the Patil twins, and to Harry's delight, Cho Chang (who was with one of her giggly girlfriends).

PK saw Luna Lovegood sitting dreamily in a corner near Ginny and some blond boy, and spotted the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan- all three of them carrying Zonko's Joke Shop bags that couldn't bode well for her nor her partner-in-crime.

Mental note: Tell SD to watch out for the next couple weeks… she thought.

There also were the girls from the Gryffindor Quiddich team: Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, and Angelina Johnson. The Creevey brothers showed up as well as Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie Macmillian, Hannah Abbott, and a bunch of Hufflepuffs Harry didn't recognize. A few Ravenclaws Hermione found vaguely familiar showed up as well.

PK absently noted that out of the bunch of students, not one sported the silver and green of Slytherin House.

Well… that sucks. Too bad SD isn't here. Then again, she'd probably get assaulted since the majority of these guys are Gryffindors. Damn house rivalries…

"A couple of people?" said Harry hoarsely to Hermione, "A couple of people?"

"Yes, well, the idea seemed quite popular." said Hermione happily.

"What have you been telling them? What are they gonna expect?"

"I told you, they just wanna hear what you've gotta say, Harry."

The raven haired teen sent her a look of pure fury; she added quickly to her statement, "Don't worry, I'll talk to them first."

Neville walked up and took a seat beside Harry, "Hi, Harry. Some turn-out, right?"

Harry could only smile and nod weakly, his mouth had gotten dry all of a sudden and he didn't feel so well. It didn't help much that Cho had just beamed at him from across the room.

Hermione got up and tried to capture the group's attention, "Er… hello? Hello!"

No one paid much attention to her as the chatter went on around the room. Hermione tried again, still trying to capture their attentions by being rather polite about it. PK had had enough of it and jumped on top of a table and did an ear-splitting whistle. Needless to say, that shut up the students in the pub rather quick and made more than a few of them glare at her murderously.

"Oi! Hermione's trying to speak here, so shut your pie-holes and listen so we can get the hell out of here!" she yelled.

The group focused its attention from PK to the bushy-haired brunette.

"Well- er- hi. Well…erm…well, you know why you're here. Erm, well… Harry had the idea- I mean" - Harry had thrown her a sharp look- "I had the idea-"

PK groaned in frustration and stood up, pushing Hermione off to the side a little and spoke for the flustered girl.

"Hermione here had the idea that it'd be good for people who actually wanted to learn DADA this year -since what Toad-woman's teaching can't be considered DADA-"

There was a "Hear, hear!" muttered from a boy in the corner at this statement, and PK continued on while the group chuckled.

"And she thought it'd be best if we took matters into our own hands. To learn to do this stuff right and etc."

A voice from the corner rang out, "You just wanna pass your O.W.L. for DADA, don'tcha?"

"And I bet you'd like to pass your final and keep your tongue, right?" she replied, shrugging and giving the boy a wicked grin with that gleam in her eye that promised pain for the next person to interrrupt or get her angry.

Ron chuckled at the look on the boy's face, and Hermione rolled her eyes before getting back up, her will restored.

"Of course we do, but I want more than that, I want to be properly trained in Defense because… because Voldemort's back."

There was an immediate response to this. Cho's friend shrieked and got butterbeer all down her front, Terry Boot twitched, Padma Patil shivered and Neville yelped.

PK chuckled at the scene, "Dun dun dun…" she muttered, getting odd looks from the people next to her.

Yep. SD was really starting to rub off on the girl… more so than usual.

Everyone looked fixedly at Harry, who stood up and defended his position on Voldemort's return and the DA. The majority of the students were listening avidly to Harry's speech, but PK, having 'heard' it a dozen times before was bored out of her mind and began quoting the Boy-Who-Lived word-for-word in some parts.

I wonder what SD's up to… knowing her, she's probably bored out of her skull and robbing people with the help of that demon spawn of hers…


Draco Malfoy was pissed. Well, maybe that was too small of a word to describe what his anger was. He had missed the train to Hogsmeade. He had missed the trip all because of a detention he had gotten in Transfiguration.

…And it was all HER fault.

When I get my hands on that brat… she is going to wish she never crossed the path of Draco Malfoy, he brooded, striding down the halls, for once not having his two dim-witted bodyguards at his side.

Right now, the self-proclaimed 'Prince of Slytherin' was on his way to the library to finish some homework, then find a rather nasty hex to use on an annoying newbie Slytherin and all around pain in the ass.

He walked into the library and headed for the books on Animal Transfiguration, stopping and quirking an eyebrow at the sight of SD snoring and muttering in her sleep as she rested in the window seat near the bookcase he was searching.

"Pathetic." he sneered, looking down at the girl, "Leaving herself wide open for an attack…"

He noticed her Transfiguration notes and books lying on her lap and surrounding her on the seat and floor. Raising an eyebrow, he swiped the parchment containing a good amount of helpful notes from SD's non-existent grasp and before pocketing it.

"Or for thieving." he finished before giving an odd look at the pen SD had behind her ear before taking that, testing it out to find it to be some sort of odd ink-replenishing quill type thing, and pocketing it as well. SD stirred, but didn't wake up, and for that Malfoy was extremely grateful.

"This is too perfect. Revenge is so sweet." he muttered, an evil grin creeping up his face.

The platinum-haired boy pulled his wand out its hiding place in his sleeve, wondering what curse to use- she was asleep after all, so he had pretty free range of what to use.

"I think maybe… an Aguamenti, then a bat-bogey or a full-body bind'll do the trick." he said after a minute of contemplation.

Taking a step back, so he'd be out of SD's direct line of sight and fire when she woke up, Malfoy aimed his wand at the sleeping girl and was about to cast the Aguamenti charm, which would send ice cold water from the tip of Malfoy's wand flying towards SD, when a low growl caught his attention.

"What the… oh bloody hell…"

Malfoy looked at the top of the bookcase nearest him and gulped at seeing the sight of a rather rabid looking fox kit growling at him. He took a step back cautiously as the kit watched his every move.

"Nice fox… don't wanna do anything hasty, now do we…?"

Malfoy backed up slowly, keeping eye contact with Niiro-chan as he did so. The kit wasn't stupid though, after all- he was a fox. And a wizarding-bred one at that. So, of course, right when the blonde boy was about home free, Niiro-chan jumped on top of the boy's robes and bore his teeth at him.

…Malfoy shrieked like a little girl and tried to knock the kit off of him by waving his wand around like the stick it was while running in a little circle.

Psh- some wizard. And of course, all of this commotion woke SD up- she's a heavy sleeper, but not that heavy of one- and after taking in the scene before her eyes, she frowned and with a cry jumped up and dealt the boy in front of her a harsh kick to the shin.

"Take that! Kyaa!" she yelled, watching in amusement as Malfoy dropped to the ground, clutching his leg and glaring up at the girl in front of him, who was still half-asleep and yet quite intimidating.

"What the hell was that for?" he hissed, rubbing his leg.

Niiro-chan had walked over to SD and looked at Malfoy with an almost smug grin. His owner looked down at the blonde boy on the ground with a smirk on her face that mirrored the expression that Niiro-chan seemed to be wearing.

Malfoy glared at the kit, then SD before growling out, "You'll pay for this, Zephyr. Mark my words!"

SD rolled her eyes and sighed, "Get a new line. Seriously. That's so overused that it's predictable coming from you, Malfoy."

"I mean it this time, damn it!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now run along like a good little ferret and leave me be."

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me! And unless you want me to hex you into next week as well as set my fox on you, I suggest you run for the hills, buster!"

Malfoy quirked an eyebrow at the girl's odd choice of words, but at the increased glare from her, decided the wisest thing to do at this moment would be to run for it- he was at a disadvantage with a leg that was definetly bruised and not to mention he was crouched on the ground within perfect kicking distance of the girl.

Frowning and muttering things under his breath, he high-tailed it out of there, smirking when he remembered that he had taken SD's pen and notes, and he had just gotten a good little idea in his head for what to do to get back at her.

Now… all he had to do was go visit Snape to ask him something…


"Baka Ferret-face…" SD sighed, sitting back down on the window seat and looking out onto the grounds, "Whoa- how long was I sleeping here? It's almost dark out. PK'll be getting back soon, I guess."

The blonde pushed back a few strands of hair that had gotten loose from her messy bun and began gathering up her things, setting the books that weren't hers off to the side so Madam Pince could set them back in their proper order later.

She collected her books and papers, throwing things haphazardly into her bag, frowning when she realized she was missing some stuff.

"Ra-damn it, where did my pen and notes go?" she muttered to herself, checking under tables, chairs, and basically the whole small alcove she had stayed in that afternoon.

She was about to yell in frustration and have Niiro-chan help her when something clicked.

"Malfoy… he was in here… damn it! He stole my pen! And… oh, Ra no… please tell me he didn't take my paper."

SD blinked and looked at her fox, who had just popped up from underneath a table, "Houston... we have one hell of a problem."


Malfoy was on his way back to the Slytherin common room, a small bounce in his step and a smug look on his face. He had just spoken with Snape, and gotten him to change the Potions assignment for Monday from the Confusing Concoction to a more advanced version of the Animagus Solution that they worked briefly on the year before. (1)

Snape had asked him why of all things he would want to work on that, and being the sneaky little bugger he is, answered that it would tie in with their lesson on Animal Transfiguration that McGonagall was teaching them. Snape, of course, didn't buy this, but remembering how dismal some of the students in the Slytherin/Gryffindor 5th year potions class were, decided it would be best to just have them study the Confusing Concoction instead of creating it and told Malfoy that he would think about his idea.

Speaking of McGonagall's class…

Malfoy pulled out the now rather crumpled-up sheet of parchment he had taken from SD and scanned it over, looking for things that could help him on his essay. When he actually began to read it, however, he halted and frowned as he noticed that they weren't Transfiguration notes he had swiped from the sleeping girl, but rather theories and ideas on how to transport things from one place to another without using a charm or Apparating.

"What the hell is she up to? This is interesting though… some of these ideas might actually work." he muttered, thinking about the anti-Apparition barriers surrounding the castle and how a few of the notes on the paper could lead up to some possibilities of overcoming that.

"I think I'll keep this." he said after a moment, slipping the sheet back into his robes and continuing on his way.


PK walked into the Great Hall that night at dinner to find that her blonde partner in crime was nowhere to be found.

"Huh. That's odd. Where'd she go?" PK muttered to herself, scratching her head before shifting the large parcel she was carrying in her hands, "Now I have to carry this damn thing even longer!" she whined.

PK shoved down dinner at record speed, before heading up to the library, thinking that maybe SD was still in there.

"Oi! SD- you in here?" she called as she wandered through the endless maze of shelves and books, trying to find her troublesome friend.

When she didn't find her, PK sighed before heading back out of the library- avoiding an angry Madam Pince, who yelled at the brunette for the "unnecessary usage of an overly loud voice while in the library".

PK didn't get a detention though- lucky her.

The brunette sighed, thinking she might as well give SD the stuff she had been asked to get for her, as well as the book she had picked up and… something else… the next morning. Turning around and heading for the staircases that'd eventually lead her to Gryffindor Tower, she bumped into someone and both of them went crashing to the ground.

"What the hell! Watch where you're going!" PK yelled, rubbing her head.

"PK? That you?"

"SD?"

"The one and only."

PK smiled as she looked at her friend who rubbing her head where she had collided with the ground. SD looked at all of PK's things on the ground and began to help gather them together.

"Thanks a bunch." PK said, taking her things.

"No prob. Have fun with the Trio?" SD replied.

"Yeah- would've been better with you though. Oh- Fred and George had bags of Zonko's stuff when they came into the Hog's Head for the DA meeting. You might want to watch what you eat, drink, and take from them for a while."

"Duly noted."

The two began walking together to the stairs, continuing their little talk.

"You find anything useful in the library?" PK asked the blonde, who sweat dropped and got a guilty look on her face.

PK stopped and narrowed her eyes, looking down the few inches of height difference between them.

"What did you do?" she inquired in a quiet, calm voice.

"I uh… kinda fell asleep while taking notes on possible ways to get home?" SD replied.

PK sighed, "That's it? There's nothing to be all nervous/guilty about, then."

"…What if I told you Malfoy stole them from me while I was sleeping?"

"…SD, YOU IDIOT!" PK roared after a second of letting it sink in, "What if you actually had a good idea for once, and Malfoy uses it? Or worse, what if he figures out how we got here! You are so dense sometimes… I can't believe you! Argh!"

SD frowned, "It wasn't entirely my fault, you know. He was the one who stole them. And what d'ya mean, 'good idea for once'? I have plenty of good ideas, thank-you-very-much."

PK snorted, "What was on there, anyways… I swear, SD- if we get in trouble…"

"There was nothing but some odd notes from this book I found in the back, behind all of the other transportational guides. It was really dusty."

"…SD… That's like, one of the cliché characteristics of a special book that would be exactly what the main character of some story's looking for."

"Cool! I'm like a main character, then!"

"…You baka."

"Don't worry- I got bored as well and started drawing little transmutation circles and stuff from Fullmetal Alchemist. Malfoy's probably lost as hell with all of that made-up stuff; if he actually stole it, that is."

PK sighed as they reached the staircases; taking one that would lead to Gryffindor Tower. She remembered the parcels she was gonna give SD, and handed her the lumpy bag she had been carrying.

SD quirked an eyebrow, "And this is…?"

"Stuff you wanted from Zonko's, some Honeydukes chocolate, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, a bottle or two of butterbeer, and a book on Transportational spells that I found in the bookstore that may help us." PK explained, gesturing to each item in the bag.

SD pulled out a flask of something that was definetly not butterbeer, "…PK, is this what I think it is?"

"Firewhiskey, yep. Ol' Dung can't keep himself hidden from someone who's read OotP about a dozen times. And he's even easier to blackmail when drunk." PK grinned wryly.

SD shook her head as they reached the Fat Lady's portrait, "I owe ya, PK. This is going towards a good cause. I have plans for this, that I do." she reached into her pocket and pulled out 5 galleons, "This should be more than enough to cover what I owes ya. I'll see ya in the morning, okay?"

PK chuckled as she accepted the money and turned to give the password to the guardian of Gryffindor Tower, "'Night SD. Have fun with the Snakies."

A pair of rolled eyes and a frown was what she got as a response as her friend headed back down the staircases with a sarcastic reply, "Oh yes. Joy upon joys I shall be blessed with by going back down there."


SD walked into her dorm room later that night, grumbling about something or other that the only other occupant of the room, Blaise, couldn't hear.

"What's wrong, SD?" she asked, getting a surprised look out of the blonde.

"Huwha? Oh- hey! Haven't seen you much in the last few days, hehe. Umm… nothing's wrong, per say. Just a little aggravated, that's all." SD replied, scratching the back of her head sheepishly as she went back to unpacking the parcel PK had given her.

Blaise shrugged and returned to flipping through her Charms book, watching SD discreetly over the book pages- wondering what the girl was up to as she continued to mutter to herself.

The girl's talking to herself… that's odd… how did that saying go? 'Speaking to one's self is the first sign of insanity'? Blaise thought, watching SD pull out the butterbeer out of the bag.

"How did you get that? I thought you didn't go to Hogsmeade with the rest of us today." the raven-haired girl commented curiously.

"I didn't go- I spent today in the library, actually. I asked PK to bring me some back." SD replied, shrugging, throwing the book and other treats into her trunk.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "You gave up going to Hogsmeade to spend time in the library? What were you doing the entire time?"

The blonde gave her a weak grin, "I uh… fell asleep, actually."

This got a chuckle from the girl, before she asked another question.

"PK? Is that that Gryffie you always hang out with?"

SD nodded, "Yep. Me 'n her go way back."

"…You do know, Slytherins and Gryffindors don't exactly… get along, right?"

"Yeah, I know. Guess we're the exception to the rule, eh?"

Blaise gave a slight nod, "You're different than most Slytherins, that's for sure."

"Yeah… that's me alright… well," SD broke off and let out a huge yawn before flopping on her bed, "G'night."


"So PK- what'd you think of the DA turnout?" Hermione asked of the brunette, who at the moment, was knawing on the head of a chocolate frog.

The two were in the Gryffindor common room with the other two members of the Golden Trio, who were frantically working on the essay for Potions class that was due first thing Monday, as they had Potions class first then.

"Hmm? It was okay, I guess," she replied, "Yummm… chocolate."

The bushy-haired girl sighed at PK's one-track mind. She was so much like Ron and Harry at times that it was scary. Same eating habits as Ron, tendency to not do homework until the last minute like both the boys, and some other stuff that the authoress is too tired to type out right now but hopes that her readers can figure it out. Bah- back to the story.

"Hey, Hermione! Can we get a little help over here? Please?" a pleading Ron moaned from the corner of the common room.

The girl rolled her eyes and sighed as she walked over to the table where the boys were seated.

"Fine, fine, fine…. At least this time you managed to get…" Hermione stopped as she actually saw what the red-headed boy and the Boy-Who-Lived had completed in the last two hours, "…A paragraph and a half a piece? Ron… Harry…"

PK snickered as she watched the only girl of the Golden Trio berate the other two, who were both wincing underneath the glare of the teenage girl. Getting up from her spot on the floor near the fire, PK stretched out, yawned, and bid the Trio goodnight.


Sunday brought some… interesting… news to the young witches and wizards-in-training when PK got up, headed downstairs, and found a large sign printed in ornate, black letters with an official Ministry seal at the bottom of it covering everything else posted on the common room notice board. Quirking an eyebrow, she walked over there and read it over, growling "Umbridge…" like it was a foul curse underneath her breath.

Overnight, a new notice had been put up- "Educational Decree Number Twenty-four" as it was labeled- that automatically disbanded any student extra-curricular activities that had three or more students attending.

And to get them back… they had to meet the approval of the Toad. PK sighed and headed back upstairs, thinking this was all a bad dream and she needed more sleep.

The Trio and the DA recruits were a little uneasy about the whole thing, seeing as they had just met the day before to start up an organization that would be definitely banned by Umbridge.

This also meant that the House Quiddich teams were disbanded… which created an uproar in Gryffindor- Umbridge's most unfavored house.

"D'ya reckon that they're gonna shut down the Gobstones Club?" one little second year asked his friend.

"I think you'll be fine with Gobstones, kid." Ron said darkly, making the two younger Lions in front of him jump, "I don't think we'll be as lucky though, what do you think, Harry?"

"…This isn't a coincedince," he said, reading it through once again, "She knows."

Ron gave him an uneasy look, "She can't." he said automatically.

"There were people listening in that pub, and let's face it- any one of them could be less than trustworthy and blabbed to Umbridge."

Harry sighed, here he was, thinking that they believed him… that they had maybe even admired him…

"I bet it was that Michael Corner kid! He had a real shifty look to him… or Zacharias Smith!" Ron commented, punching a fist into his hand.

"Think Hermione's seen this yet?"

"Let's go ask her."

The two started up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitories, only for a loud creaking sound to come from the stones underneath their feet before the steps turned into one long slide.

The boys certainly weren't expecting that. Their limbs flailed wildly as they both tried to regain their balances and Ron even tried running up the slide.

They both ended up on their backs at the bottom of the staircase. A pair of 4th year girls giggled as they slid down the slide, asking who had tried to get up to the dormitory and pestered Harry and Ron.

"Me." said a disheveled Ron, "I didn't know that'd happen… it's not fair! How come Hermione can get into our dorm, but not us into hers?"

"Well, it's an old-fashioned rule, you know." said Hermione, who had just slid neatly down the slide and landed in front of them, followed by a quickly-losing-balance PK, who had tried to slide down the slide on her feet, like a snowboarder would.

"Yeah. It says in that one book… umm… oh- Hogwarts, A History that the founders thought boys were less trustworthy than girls were." PK finished, getting up from her spot on the ground where she had fallen.

"And why were you trying to get up there anyways?" Hermione inquired, giving the boys a look.

"To see you- look at this!" Ron exclaimed, dragging the bushy-haired girl over to the notice board.

Hermione's expression became stony and impassive at the sight of the paper, while PK muttered "Here I was, thinking that this was just a bad dream…"

"Someone must have blabbed!" Ron growled angrily.

"They couldn't have." replied Hermione, in a low voice.

"You're so naïve," Ron said, "you think that just because you're all honorable and trustworthy-"

PK and Harry sighed as they watched the fight in front of them escalate.

"For Ra's sake- no one could have run off and blabbed to the Toad-Woman because Hermione jinxed the paper that we signed with quite a nasty jinx. If anyone blabbed, we'd know who it was, and they'd be sorry…" PK growled, getting tired of the constant fighting between them.

Ron blinked and turned to Hermione, eagerness reflected in his eyes, "What'll happen to 'em, Hermione?"

"Well, put it this way…" she started, a slight wicked grin on her face, "It'll make Eloise Midgen's acne look like a few cute freckles. Now let's go to breakfast and see what the others think."

PK nodded and followed the Trio out the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall. Today was going to be a very interesting day…


(1) Yeah… they never did an Animagus Potion in 4th year, but I needed a good reason for them to learn it, and this fitted in too… I have a kind of pet peeve of making sure things have a plausible reason for why and when they're entered in a fic.

A/N: Haha! Finished! I could have gone on, but then you guys wouldn't have gotten this for another few days as I wouldn't have been able to finish tonight and I have a paper and a story for Creative Writing to finish.

PK13: (OO) Oh… yeah… did I finish mine? (goes to check)

SD27: (sighs) Yeah… you might want to go do that, PK. I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY ON THIS CHAPTER! FORGIVE ME, PLEASE! IT'S MY FAULT!

PK13: Whoa… since when do you take responsibility?

SD27: … Haha.

PK13: Oh! SD and I have also posted two other SD and PK fics! 101 Ways to Kill the Pharaoh is on my page, and The Height Wars is on SD's. Both are anime based, so if you wanna check 'em out- please do!

SD27: Yay for shameless plugging.

PK13: Yep!

Ja ne, minna-san!

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