My goodness, guys, I've been gone for a while. I've been cleaning up a ton of crap and everything. School's back in session but I have study hall at the end of the day so I can't study then and will probably just write.

I wonder how long this book is gonna end up being. I hope that I'll finish it before February. That's a good goal. Kk, guys, I'll slap myself in the face if I don't finish it before then.

I WANT ACTUAL FEEDBACK ABOUT IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE THE ACCENTS.


Like Yesterday Previously

Gryffindor Common Room, evening

When they were back in their common rooms, Harry said to Hermione and Ron, "I really feel like something's out to get me this year."


Like Yesterday

The next day

Harry had woken up with a sore back in the morning. All of the unneeded pats of achievement on his back had really bruised him. He never really liked all of the extra attention that he always got.

Filled with displeasure about last night, Harry changed from his blue striped pajamas into his Hogwarts garbs and groggily made his way to the Common Room. Hermione was there but Ron wasn't. He was sleeping when Harry left.

"Did you get good sleep, Hermione?" Harry asked, wiping his eyes underneath his circular glasses.

"No," was her terse response.

"Oh…" The boy-who-lived said dejectedly.

Hermione sat on the red couch in front of the fireplace holding a pillow. She looked at Harry with a sad glance before her eyes followed the floor. "I had a dream that you both had been expelled from Hogwarts and that Draco and his gang followed me around all the time yelling, 'Mudblood! Mudblood! Smartarse mudblood here!'."

"T-That's horrible," Harry remarked, walking to the couch.

"But don't fear!"

Harry and Hermione turned their heads to the stairs to the boys dormitories.

"Because we're all here!" Ron yelled, flying down the steps (not actually flying, speedwalking).

Hermione had a tiny hint of a smile on her face as she shook her head. "Let's go to breakfast then?" she suggested, getting off the couch and standing up.

"I'm starving!" Ron cried out, patting his stomach.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry mumbled.

Hermione led the way as she pushed the portrait of the Fat Lady outwards and walked through the porthole, Harry and Ron went through at the same time.

And so, they walked down the foreverchanging stairs down to the Great Hall but not without a little bickering.

"You saw Professor Lockhart at dinner didn't you?" Hermione said, her shoes clacking down the stairs. "He seems like a good teacher. Worlds better than Mr. Quirrell."

Harry questioned her with his gaze. Did she really not see him at the bookstore? "I don't like Professor Lockhart. He was rude to Professor Dragneel when I met him." Harry offered up.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, stopped her feet on the stairs, and looked at Harry straight on. After a few moments of staring into his green eyes, she spoke. "You're lying. Just wait, this year he'll be your favorite teacher."

The three on the steps had a few moments of silence.

" 'mione? Are you going mad? Or is it a lack of sleep?" Ron questioned, snapping his fingers in front of her face and waving a hand in front of her eyes. "Harry never lies and I think we all know our favorite teachers."

"My goodness, Ron." She shook her head. "You guys just don't understand a thing." Hermione rolled her eyes before she scampered down the steps, her hair bumping up and down in a trance.


Great Hall

When they traversed to the Gryffindor table, half of the hall was full but not many Gryffindors were there. The Golden Trio had left the Common Room relatively early and many were still tired and lulled with their bellies full from last night. A certain few were probably saying "Five more minutes" to their friends who are trying to wake them up or kicking at their friends. All of the teachers were there however, as well as Headmaster Dumbledore.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked down the center aisle and sat down at the end of the the long table next to the other second-years. They made idle chatter as they ate sunny side up eggs and toast and soon the Great Hall became packed.

Natsu Dragneel and Lucy Heartfilia were laying a bit low this year because they were being overshadowed by the new guy, Professor Lockhart.

Lucy felt honestly threatened when he began flirting with her, saying that because their names were like and both liked books "They were meant to be". He was promptly hit by a flaming fist though and that shut him up quickly. So now, at the Professor's Table, Lockhart was sitting far away from them.

"Ne ne, Lushy!" Harry purred, standing on top of the table on his two legs. Natsu and Lucy looked at him. "There's no garlic guy this year!"

Lucy laughed while Natsu remarked with a toothy grin, "That's right, Happy! No more fruit guy."

Lucy punched Natsu in the arm, Natsu didn't notice, and said, "Onions are vegetables, vegetables!"

"It's all the same!" Natsu defended playfully shaking off her statement. "It's all the same."

"No, it's not."

Snape looked on at his bleak breakfast.

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall was walking back and forth from one end of the Gryffindor table to the other holding a large pile of parchment in her arms and giving people their schedules while the other Leaders of the Houses were doing the same. She gave the senior students' theirs first and then made her way down the year and down the table.

Hermione grabbed hers from Professor McGonagall's hand with a certain glee that only she could have mustered and scrutinized her schedule when she saw the first class on the list.

"We have Herbology with the Slytherins first period," Hermione announced with distaste.

Harry was handed his and then Ron. Ron stuck his tongue out at it and McGonagall said nothing. She hastily exported the last few out and then made her way to the left side of Headmaster Dumbledore.

"This is the worst schedule I've ever had!" Ron remarked before he put it into his pocket and had a large bite of toast.

"Oh, come on, Ron!" Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "You're just being a big baby about it."

" 'm not being a baby, Hermione!" Ron disagreed, his food-filled mouth in a frown.

"Come on, guys," Harry said, biting into a small morsel of toast. "We can just ignore them like last year."

"Last year?" Ronald questioned. "Last year they were laughing at our every mistake!"

"Oh, just stop it, Ron," Hermione berated, her eyebrows furrowing. "Herbology's an easy class."

"I agree," Neville inserted a comment that was unheard.

Ron looked at his bushy haired friend with an innocent looking glare. "You're probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

Hermione laughed it off.

And so, after a good ten minutes of breakfast, the windows at the top of the Great Hall began to rumble. Although muggle folk would've assumed an earthquake, the wizards knew exactly what was coming. Simply, owls.

The first one to come through the small, footlong window, was white. The second was black. And the third, brown. Soon, the entire top half of the Great Hall was filled with flying birds carrying loads of parchment while a miniscule amount had packages. However, one rutty brown owl named Errol was holding a red envelope in his beak.

"IT'S GONNA BLOW!" A Slytherin seventh-year remarked to the whole of the hall.

While Draco beamed, the Weasleys grew insurmountably terrified.

"That's Errol, your bird," Harry stated. "Right, Ron?"

The second-year redhead let out a noticeable gulp as the owl began to swoop over the table-heading straight towards himself.

"I-I guess word got to her fast…" He said underneath his breath as the bird smashed into the porridge.

As expected, hundreds of students laughed right out of their seats. The teachers, however, were very angry with them. Ron felt terrified and didn't even knowledge the creature in front of him. That was a very bad idea according to the fishy-faced second-year, Neville Longbottom.

"Ron," Neville said, pushing onto the depressed one's right shoulder. "Open it before it blows up. My gran once let me have one. It was terrifying."

Ron perked up and hesitantly reached his hand over the beaming red envelope but, before he touched it, it ripped itself open.

"RONALD, YOU HAVE DISGRACED US ALL IN OUR HOUSEHOLD BY WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT!" The letter screamed in Mrs. Weasley's voice.

It had echoed all around the Great Hall and many students sitting close to the blast, Hermione, Neville, Harry, and Ron himself, shut their ears with their fingers. Some dust had fallen from the arches and was now raining down on them all. But, it had only just begun.

"YOUR FATHER IS NOW BEING INSPECTED AT WORK BECAUSE OF YOU! I WAS READY FOR THEM TO SAY YOU'D BEEN EXPELLED! WE COULDN'T BELIEVE THE LETTER FROM HEADMASTER DUMBLEDORE!"

People were looking around the Great Hall exhilarated to find out who had gotten the Howler but couldn't find the sunken Ronald. The tips of his ears were flaming red and matched his hair while he covered his face with his hands. He was clearly quivering in fear.

"YOU ARE SO VERY LUCKY THAT YOU HAVE FORGIVING TEACHERS! IF I WOULD HAVE BEEN THERE, YOU'D BE GONE IN A MOMENT!"

After a few moments of silence, the letter said in a much quieter voice, "Ginny, I am so very, very proud to have another Gryffindor in the family."

Ronald turned his head to his right side and eyed Ginny who was drinking soup. She became inflamed as well.

The letter seemed to have nothing else to say and caught itself on fire after it stuck out its tongue and gave a long spit.

No one was laughing now.


Minutes later, Great Hall

A very regal looking owl flew three times over the tables and finally found its recipient. It swooped down, and gracefully dropped the letter right into Draco Malfoy's lap.

Draco scowled. He hadn't been expecting a letter from anyone. Not from his manor and definitely not from his father but, it was Lucius Malfoy's special parchment.

Draco looked cautiously to his left and right only to see Crabbe and Goyle stuffing their faces with a should-be illegal amount of food and undid the ribbon bowed around the wrapped up paper.

'I didn't do anything wrong when I left. It's also the first day-no problems with grades,' Draco thought, hesitantly unwrapping the thick cardstalk.

Letter from Lucius Malfoy to his father.

~Draco Malfoy,

I am writing to you specifically for a mission relating to the Dark Lord. This assignment will be futile to get into the order and, if you succeed, you will be highly praised in our community. A book became lost from my underling two days ago and I have a reason to believe that it is now at Hogwarts with a teacher. I hope that you will find it, however, I cannot tell the exact specifications because of the barrier around the school. This one task is bigger than your entire life-do not mess this up.

Lucius Malfoy~

Draco gulped.


I cannot pass this ending up. It's just too good.

I already have some devious ideas for the end of this book. It's not going to be the as expected, cliche, "Oh my god, prof drag went into the chamber oh no!" That's boring.

Yes, this is shorter but I like all my classroom days in the same chapter. It's just easier.

Have a nice day, night, morning, september, and year.

Bye.