When the HRH gang showed up to their next Charms class, they were thoroughly astounded by the Professor in front of them.

"I will be substituting for Professor Flitwick, today," rang the voice of Snape, as he hunched over, his cloak billowing manically. "Turn to page six hundred and fifty-four."

"The Tickling Charm?" said the second 'H' of the HRH gang.

"Is anyone…" Snape seemed to be choosing his words carefully, "familiar with it?"

Harry raised his hand.

"HA!" yelled Snape, jumping toward Harry, "So it was you!" He pointed a crooked finger to Harry's nose. "You're going to be expelled for jinxing the caretaker! I can't wait to report this!" yelled Snape.

"No you're not!" yelled Ron back. "Rictusempra!" Snape seemed to have misplaced his wand, and was producing a fit of giggles, as the force of his laughter was pushing him back toward the window.

"You and…hahha!...Weasley…HAHAGUHHUH!...detention…hagagga…rest of the…hahha…year…guhuhuhhhguhhaaa!" But alas Snape was being pushed back too far; directly through the window fell his bat like, bottom. "HAHA!...EXPELLED…HAGUHHA…BOTH OF YOU YOU!...HAHHEHEH… CRASH! !. Harry and Ron high-fived, as the rest of the class, (that weren't laughing themselves.) gasped.

Snape rolled into Dumbledore's office on his wheelchair and stopped in front of the Headmaster's desk.

"So Severus," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling annoyingly, "What was your view of the situation?"

"This Boy, Potter" he spat out, wincing from the pain afterwards, "attacked me with the Tickling Charm, in an unprovoked assault." Harry looked at Snape with the burning hatred of four months, curiously the time he had known Snape.

"Ah I see," said Dumbledore downing a jug of Butterbeer, "So what happened on your side of the story Harry?"

"Well-er-Snape decided to teach us the Tickling Charm, and I missed Ron-"

"-and it hit Snape straight in the face," finished Ron.

"A very convincing story!" said Dumbledore.

"Headmaster I assure you,-" but before Snape could finish, the next witnesses had walked into Dumbledore's office.

"So was Snape teaching you Tickling Charms today?" asked Dumbledore, his eyes still twinkling, (perhaps an after effect of the Butterbeer.). Harry thought he could count on the Ravenclaws to be on Gryffindor's, well more like against Snape's side.

"Yes." responded the class. Snape looked astounded, though it was hard to tell through the pile of bandages on him.

"Did Harry accidentally hit Professor Snape in the…eh…"

"Nose," said Ron.

"Yes, his big fat nose!" said Dumbledore. Harry could just imagine Snape silently fuming.

"Yes," responded the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors who had been in the class that day.

"So it is settled," said Dumbledore in a very calm voice, "Harry is INNOCENT!" He slammed his mug down in a bad impression of a judge, and performed some spell to fill it back up. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors were shouting for joy, as Snape yelled to Harry and Ron, "You still have detention with me for the rest of the holidays!" He tried his evil laugh, but apparently his confidence had been shaken too much to perform.

Harry was pretty happy the next few days, he and Ron were able to sabotage Snape's Storage Room, they had a Potions Class where Professor Flitwick substituted for Professor Snape, and Flitwick decided, "I don't know anything about Potions so let's just talk!" He also had a History of Magic quiz on himself, Harry Potter. He knew everything about himself, or at least he thought he did (Hermione still beat him.). Even Dumbledore had come in during a Transfiguration test. "Albus, the students are taking a test."

"Oohps," said Dumbledore, "Sorry," he added leaning over to Harry. "The answer's 'C'."

Yup, he was flying pretty sky high now that Snape was out of his life, but Harry was dreading the day he would come back. Sadly that day was Christmas.

Harry leaned over to see that at the foot of the bed were a pile of presents. "I think I've got some presents?" Harry said oblivious to the fact that he sounded like a total idiot.

"What'd ya expect, turnips?" said Ron. Maybe you should be able to pass a test on my life when I stayed up all night and told you about it, thought Harry, as he decided to look at his presents.

He got a magical whoopee cushion from Fred and George, but decided not to try it out yet. He got some Chocolate Frogs and a book called: The Dangers of Sleeping in a Four Poster Bed by Mat Tress, Designer of the Revolutionary Seven Poster Bed. Harry left his bed, suspiciously, to open the rest of his presents. He noticed a package with loopy handwriting that looked like a drunk had written it. Attached were a bottle of some liquid and a cloak.

Merrii Christmas

Keep it. Its time will come.

Oh, and that rag is something that

your father used to carry around.

He wanted you to have it. So anyway

Toodles

USE IT WELL

Harry took a sip of the liquid and immediately spat it out. "Vinegar!"

"Well, he told ya to keep it," offered Ron. Harry shrugged and put it in his trunk. He draped the cloak over himself, and turned to Ron, "How do I look."

"Brilliant!" said Ron.

Harry looked at him strangely.

"I mean-I- your invisible!" Harry looked down to see that yes he was part invisible.

"Don't know how this could come in handy," said Harry. Ron looked like he was about to object, but he noticed that he had got the expansion pack for Virtual Quidditch and rushed off to play it.

Harry and Ron spent most of the day playing with their new gifts, throwing snow balls at each other, throwing snowballs at passerby, and playing Quidditch with the stadium all to themselves. As they walked up to the Quidditch Pitch, Harry remembered, "Hey, aren't we supposed to be reading about Pickolas Dramel?"

"Who cares about Fickilus Lamel, Hermione will figure out sooner or later." So with that, Harry and his Nimbus Two-Thousand, swept (No pun intended. It's a broom ya see. Anyway) the floor with Ron's Comet Model One. Ron boasted that it was the first broom ever mass produced for Quidditch; and Harry didn't have to take Ron's word for it. As they walked back to Hogwarts, they encountered Draco and his mallet head friends.

"So Weasleby, why are you riding that broom, could damage its antique value."

Ron restrained from pulling out his wand.

"Or is your idea of an antique the first ever broom created. I'm sure you still use hand-me-downs from the cavemen…"

"Rictusempra!" yelled Ron, and Harry noticed that Ron had finally gotten good at a spell. Draco was rolling around in the snow laughing, as Snape appeared from the shadows.

He muttered the counter-curse to relieve Draco of his laughing, and said, "Looks like detention for you Weasley…and you can come too Potter."

"What if I don't?" said Harry.

"I know a very good buttocks removal charm," sneered Snape.

Ron and Harry were thrown into Snape's dungeon and ordered to take seats. "Today you will be taste-testing toad buttocks to see if they are ripe enough for the Wart Explosion Draught. If either of you move I'll KILL YOU!" said Snape, pointing his wand at them as he walked into his Storage Room. Ron looked appalled at the idea of eating toad buttocks as Harry began to laugh.

"What are you laughing about? We have to eat toad tush," whispered Ron.

"Remember what we did to the Storage Room," said Harry, his smile widening. Ron remembered too; it was only a matter of time.

An explosive BOOM resounded from the Storage Room, followed by the splats of a liquid. Snape returned to the room, his entire body covered in dung. He wiped some poop off his face and yelled, "CRUCIO!" Harry fell on the ground shaking in pain. Before Ron could reach for his wand, Snape had yelled, "CRU- Headmaster?"

Dumbledore walked into the room obliviously, twiddling his thumbs behind his back.

"Ah, Severus, I think it is time these boys got back to their Common Rooms." Snape sneered angrily, before waving them off.

"DID YA SEE 'AT! I WAS ALMOST CRUCIOED!"

"I HATE SNAPE! I HATE SNAPE! I HATE SNAPE!" Harry shrieked as they were walking back to the Common Room.

"Uh…Harry yeh're goin' the wrong-" but Harry had already turned, "need ta vent off some steam I guess," said Ron.

Harry continued to mutter, "I hate Snape" all through the castle, turning wherever he felt like it. He accidentally turned into a room with just a mirror, and started to leave. But, then he noticed something different with the mirror. He, himself, Harry was punching Snape in the face repeatedly. He looked behind him, but no, there was no Snape being beat up. Harry must have stayed up the whole night watching himself pound Snape's face into a bloody pulp. It was definitely one of his finest moments at Hogwarts.

"Ron!" Harry yelled, making Neville flip over in his sleep. "I have to show you something." Ron didn't want to go at first, but after being coaxed (by the Tickling Charm.) he decided to come.

As Harry and he snuck around under the Invisibility Cloak, Ron couldn't resist the urge to kick Mrs. Norris out the window. Its meow echoed through the chambers, and Harry was barely able to swerve around Filch who was racing to his cat's rescue. Harry took another left and found the door to the room. "See, I'm punching Professor Snape!" yelled Harry.

"That's not what I see…" said Ron.

"Well, then what do you see?"

"I'm-I'm making out with Hermi!- I mean I'm –uh- Head Boy! I've won the Quidditch Cup." So Harry and Ron took turns at the mirror for a few hours before they went back to their Common Rooms and enjoyed two hours of sleep.

The next day, Ron slept through breakfast, while Harry stayed up thinking of the Mirror (Which he had newly decided should be capitalized. I mean the Storage Room is, right?).

"The caretaker, Mr. Filch would like to remind you that Mrs. Norris is a member of the faculty and as such should not be kicked, or thrown out windows. Anyway…happy day after Christmas," said Dumbledore to the students in the Great Hall. "This is when the real parting starts going, right Minerva." He leaned toward McGonagall who did not want to meet eyes with him.

Harry spent most of the day thinking about the Mirror, which resulted on Ron scoring on him once during Quidditch. That night Harry snuck back out to the Mirror (Not even the Tickling Charm would persuade Ron.), and continued to relive the smacking of Snape in the nose. Suddenly there was the breaking of glass, and Harry turned around to see that Dumbledore had dropped a glass of Sherry, and was holding a bottle of Firewhiskey even closer to himself.

"'Eh Harry whatch'yure up tooooooo?" he said gulping down some more Firewhiskey.

"Professor what is this?"

"Da Mure o' Era's Head."

"The Mirror of Era's Head?"

"Era's Head."

"So what do you see in it Professor?" Harry wondered.

"I see meslef, I'm quite content thaks very much'ta ya!" he said taking another gulp of Firewhiskey. "I tell ya 'Arry ya shouldn't beeeerrr messin' wit da Mur o' Era;s Head."

"Era's Head?"

"Era's Head!"

"Why are you moving it."

"We need thuh spaceeeerrr fer a disco!"