Chapter Five: First Day of Classes

Frankie didn't want to get out of bed. She was to comfortable and she wanted to stay asleep. Like when you know it's monday morning and you have to go to school but you just want it to stay the weekend. Unfortunately for her, Hermione had other plans.

"FRANKIE!" Hermione shouted as she slammed her pillow against the young girl's head. Frankie opened up her hetrochrome eyes slowly and yawned.

"What?" She said lazily. Yawning again, she sat up and rubbed her green eye sleepily. She saw Hemione in next to her bed, dressed in her Hogwarts uniform except for her robe which was drenched over her arm. A pillow was in her other hand.

"Everyone is already down at breakfast." Hermione said, tossing her pillow back on her bed and pulling her robe on. "We tried to wake you, but the rest gave up after while and left. I didn't want you to miss classes, so I stayed."

"Wait...what time is it?" Frankie said as she unhooked herself form her charging system.

"I think it's 7:50." Frankie sprang out of her bed and quickly changed into her uniform. She brushed her hair quickly and pulled it into a high ponytail.

"Ready!" Frankie said as she came running out from their bathroom and wiped toothpaste off of her sleeve. "Do you remember the way to the Great Hall?" Hermione nodded.

"Let's get going."

Frankie sat in Transfiguration, looking back at the door. Harry and Ron had not arrived yet and she was getting worried. Clawdeen suggest that they might've gotten themselves lost. But Frankie was still worried, not to mention tired. She had been up last night, due to th fact that she kept having the same nightmare. Frankie couldn't remember what it was, all she knew was that it scared her so badly that she had screamed and cried in her sleep.

Frankie yawned again and twirled her quill around her fingers. The door then slammed open, causing her to jump. Frankie quickly turned around to see Harry and Ron running into the room. They quickly took their seats next to Frankie.

"You both are late." She whispered to them.

"Sorry about that." Ron said, pulling out his own quill. "Still, can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if she saw we were late?" Just as Ron finished his sentence, the cat that was sitting on McGonagall's desk leapt off and became Professor McGonagall herself. Several students gasped in amazement.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron said once he was able to speak.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley." McGonagall replied."Maybe if you or would be so kind as to transfigure one of yourselves into a pocketwatch, then the other might be on time."

"We got lost." Harry said to the teacher.

"Perhaps a map then." McGonagall turned away from the three and began the lesson.

"You guys left with Hermione and I when we left the Great Hall." Frankie whispered, so McGonagall couldn't hear. "How did the both of you get lost?"

"We didn't." Ron whispered back. "Harry slipped into one of the trick stairs." Harry's face turned red.

"I didn't!" He whispered to Ron. Frankie giggled and smiled.

"I know you didn't Harry." Frankie whispered before going back to her writing.

The next class the Gryffindors had was Potions. From what Frankie had heard, the Potions teacher, Professor Snape, was one of the most disliked teachers at Hogwarts. He was head of Slytherin house and only favored his own students.

Frankie sat down next to Ron and Harry once more. As she sat down, the door slammed open and Professor Snape walked

in.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly Iincantations in this class." He said as he walked over to his desk. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science that is potion making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper on death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention. " Snape's icy glare Harry, who had been writing doen everything the teacher said. Frankie gave him a sharp nudge to the arm. Harry looked at her, and she gestured to the teacher staring down at him. Harry turned to face Snape.

"Mr. Potter..." The teacher said coldly. "Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione raised her hand, while Harry shrugged.

"You don't know? Let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione held her hand higher.

"I don't know, sir." Harry answered.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know, sir." Harry repeated.

"He doesn't know the answer, Professor." Frankie said, not being able to take him embrassing her friend any longer. "But Hermione might know the answer. Why don't you ask her?" Snape shot a cold glance at the girl.

"Fame clearly isn't everything." Snape said harshly as he walked away. By the end of class, Frankie did not like Professor Snape, who kept giving both her and Harry cold and hate filled stares.

Once lunch had rolled around, the young monster was already tired... and it probably had something to do with the fact that she was up until nearly dawn. Most of the students were working on homework. Although one student, whom Frankie recognized as Seamus Finnegan from the night before, was trying to spell a cup he had in front of him.

"Ron," Frankie asked the redhead across from her. "What's Seamus trying to do to that cup?" Ron looked up at her..

"He's trying to turn it into rum." Ron answered. "He actually managed a weak tea yesterday before-"

Just then, the cup in front if Seamus exploded. Choruses of laughter rippled throughout the hall. A flock of owls flew down from the rafters, breaking the laughter as they dropped packages and letters in front of the students.

"Mail's here!" Ron said happily as mail landed in front of him. An owl flew to Frankie, gave her a letter and flew away. Frankie looked at the letter. It was from her parents. She slid it into her bag, planning on reading it later. Ron had just set aside a newspaper he had received when she came back.

"Can I borrow this?" Harry asked, gesturing towards the paper. Ron nodded and Harry began to read. Meanwhile, another Gryffindor first year, Neville Longbottom, was unwrapping a gift from someone. He ended up pulling out a clear orb, filled with white smoke.

"Hey look," Seamus said, spotting the orb in Neville's hand. "Neville's got a Remembrall!"

"I've read about those." Hermione said, looking up from the book she was reading. "When the smoke turns red it means...you've forgotten...something..." As Hermione spoke, the smoke went from white, to a brilliant red.

"Only problem is," Neville said, staring at the Remembrall, "I remember what I've forgotten!"

"Hey, Ron. Frankie." Harry said, looking up from the paper he was reading. Ron and Frankie turned their attention to him. "Somebody broke into Gringotts, listen. 'Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards, unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist tbat nothing was taken. The valut in question, vault 713,had been Iin fact emptied earlier the same day.'" Harry stopped reading and stared at the page. "That's odd, that's the valut Hagrid and I went to!"

"It's probably just a coincidence, Harry." Frankie told him once he finished reading. "Probably nothing to worry about. What was in the valut anyway?"

"That's the part that confuses me." Harry answered. "It was just a grubby, little package."

"Who would try to steal something like that out of Gringotts?" Ron asked out of curiosity. Harry shrugged.

"I don't know."