I woke up with a sore neck and realized I was laying on Carrie's butt.

"Ew..." I whispered and I slowly got up. I grabbed my robes and pulled them over my favorite t-shirt and jeans. Most girls try to look pretty but I don't care, all you see is a robe. I looked in the mirror and started putting on makeup and quickly straightened my hair using my wand. Natasha starts stirring and envy swirls in me as I see that she has had no bed head from the night before. She slowly gets out a sundress and puts on her robes over it. I roll my eyes. All the other girls start waking up and getting ready and I sneak downstairs. No one is here so I look at my list of classes.

Potions---Professor C. Raren---Monday and Wednesday at 9:00

Charms---Professor R. Flitwick----Monday Wednesday and Friday at 1:00

Transfiguration---Professor H. Weasley---yada yada

Herbology---Professor N. Longbottom---yadayadayyada

Defense Against the Dark Arts--- okay this is boring no more reading ofschedules

I closed it after realizing it would not help me at all and looked up to see Derrick standing on the stairs. "You can come in... I don't bite...hard." He laughed, then shuffled his feet in. I looked at him closely. "I still don't like you."

"Well, then I guess I don't like you."

"Well, as long as we understand each other."

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Hundreds of miles away in Azkaban, a very quiet man sat on a dirty floor looking out at the window fifteen feet above his bed. He wished he could look out at the stars and find happiness, but it didn't matter much because the bloody death eaters would just suck it right back out. A very slim guard came up to his cell and looked in.

"Eh, get up."

"Why, Oliver Wood, what happened to your Quidditch career."

"No funny business, you have a visitor." The prisoner snarled. He hated visitors. It would either be his blubbering wife or Potter with more taunting news on new trials brought up against him. He slowly climbed out of his spot in the corner and made his way over where Wood took out his wand and pointed it at him.

"Wood, you don't think I am that stupid, do you?"

"I know you would do anything to get out of here. Don't pretend you aren't effected by the death eaters, I hear your screams." The prisoner flinched at the name of death eaters. He slowly walked into the padded room that had about a million charms on it to protect the person inside waiting to talk to the prisoner. He went in and looked at the person in the shadows. He couldn't make out who it was.

"Hello, My name is Sally-Anne Perks. You wouldn't remember me, but I certainly remember you. A sleek women stepped out of the shadows to reveal her beauty. Her brown curls were pulled into a pony tail that looked like a bun and her gray eyes were smoky. She had sultry lips. The prisoner couldn't remember the last time he had seen a gorgeous woman, but Sally would stick in his mind. She wore no wedding ring, but the rest of her body was done up with a fine necklace and earrings. She had a ruby robe to match her jewelry and a briefcase sat on the table that was the same ruby color. She looked the prisoner up and down than sat in her chair. "You wouldn't remember me, but I was in your class. Even in the same house if you can believe it. I became a lawyer and I have been looking over your case files. You have a very clean cut case, but I see a problem in it, if you are willing to pay, I can get you out of Azkaban eighty years early."

The prisoner couldn't believe his ears. Get out i early ? /i He thought it over and looked at her.

"How much."

"It depends on how long the trial will last, but here is a good figure." She scribbled a number down and threw the paper at him. The prisoner raised an eyebrow.

"Let's do it."

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I took another bite of my marmalade pancakes then shoved the plate away. It had been two weeks of school and I was finally getting a routine down. I had even managed to run all this week, keeping the extra pounds off from all the food I was eating. Carrie sat next to me and Emma was in front of me. All the owls swooped in and I saw Snowball (Hedwig's daughter) among them. She had a letter, a package, and the paper tied to her leg. She dropped down to me and I took all of the things off and gave her some of my bacon. She ate it gratefully then took off. I opened the letter and saw that it was in Mum's handwriting. I smiled when I saw a pumpkin juice stain on it.

Dear Lily,

I hope you are having a splendid time at Hogwarts. The baby and I are fineand the boys wish to know if their sister has gotten into any trouble yet. I am glad that I have not gotten any letters from Aunt Hermione and I hope that---oh dear. I am sorry there is pumpkin juice your father spilt some.I have to go...sorry to cut the letter short

Love,

Mum

I frowned and got up to walk over to Al's table. "Hey did you get a letter from Mum?"

"No, obviously she thought you were more important," He joked. I handed him the letter and he scanned through it then looked up at me. "Maybe..." Then his eyes got big and round as he looked at the paper in my other hand. He pointed to it and I opened it to look at the headline...