Neville walked timidly into his dorm, not wanting to disturb Harry, who had been laughing and crying manically for the last four hours, but he really wanted to get some sleep as it was 3 am and he had a transfiguration test first period the next morning.

Two hours later Neville was really annoyed. Transfiguration was hard enough without having spent the night seeing torch light coming from Harry's four poster bed and hearing his muffled chortling coming from under his hippogriff duvet. And where was Ron? He still hadn't turned up! Maybe the lemmings had got him…

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Harry meanwhile had been having the time of his life, reading these poems in torchlight. And he had come across some pretty strange stuff… he didn't know what Ron had been on when he wrote them, but it must have been good…

Honeydukes
All the colours of the rainbow,
Pink and purple, yellow and day glow,
In this shop here are seen
In the magical world of the candy queen.
Where's the candy queen?
Here's the candy queen!
With a wonderful sheen
Of day-glow green!


Fizzing whizbees, Bertie's beans,
Choc-a-block with starving teens,
Honeydukes is just so great-
There is just one thing I hate-
Cockroach clusters fill my fears-
With gummy legs and spiteful leers-
I'd rather have a chutney slice-
But Fred and George insist they're nice!


Just one thing holds me back
Harry's predicament - Alack -
He cannot come to Hogsmeade now,
As McGonagall wont sign his form, the cow,
He'll get out of Hogwarts come what may
To sample these delights, I say,
Now I must ask George and Fred
How to get out of the castle and out of my bed…

Harry went downstairs for breakfast. As he went through the common room, he saw Neville curled up on one of the armchairs beside the fire. Puzzled, he went up to him.

"Neville! What are you doing there? You look like you haven't slept all night! Strange person…"

"Well excuse me for existing, but it was slightly hard to sleep in our dorm. I don't know if you noticed, but someone was reading something hilarious last night, and was making enough noise to wake up Grawp, let alone someone with a transfiguration test the next morning. This was the only place where there was any peace at all. Even the bathrooms were riotous – Murtle was wreaking havoc. Again. If you don't mind me, I'll just…"

Neville promptly fell asleep. Harry wondered vaguely what to do with him and decided to leave him alone. He started to go to breakfast. Then he realised he had a transfiguration test too. He lay down on the armchair next to Neville and drifted off too. Maybe if he ignored the test, it would ignore him. It was worth a try.

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An hour and a half later Harry emerged from transfiguration. Unfortunately, the test hadn't ignored him, and his robes were now severely damaged by the flesh-eating slug, which had once been his school bag. Luckily Hermione had transfigured it back before it did any more damage, but she wouldn't repair his robes. She had said something about learning the consequences of his actions… Harry wondered why he was friends with her. He started to go to Potions, trying to cover the hole in his robes with his now fully restored bag, thinking about what it would be like if all his robes were ruined, like Lupin's were, and how it must have felt for him to have people like Draco Malfoy judging him purely on his looks.

Professor Lupin
Grindylows astound,
Hinkypunks surround…
Magical creatures
Making not a sound
Are to be found here,
In Lupin's classroom,
A room so full of memories
And times still to come
That I sit here,
Listening
(And writing poems)
For this lesson
Must be the best of all.
We have learnt so much already
Even Lupin is still
Fascinated
By Dark creatures…


He knows,
He knows a lot
About these animals,
And for some reason
He makes us think -
Maybe all these Dark creatures
Are simply misunderstood…
And we're just being
Prejudiced against them.
Imagine being a vampire,
A centaur or even
A werewolf.
I wouldn't enjoy it much
I don't think….
But then again…
You have to admit it would be quite cool…
Imagine having fangs…
Imagine what I'd do to Snape…
Revenge!
Revenge I tell you!
CHEESE PIE!

Harry was worried. But he lived through it. He almost didn't live through potions, however, as the new potions teacher was, if possible, even harsher than Snape had been, and had taken 10 points off Gryffindor because of the state of Harry's robes and had put Harry in detention for reading poetry under the desk. I mean, who reads poetry in secret? He must have been imagining things.

Dementors
Cold.
Dark.
Depressing.
Miserable.
Gloomy.
Scary.
How can you describe them?
They're big.
Dark, like I said.
They have big cloaks.
Anyone who's seen
What's under their hood
Is in no state to tell us.

Is there really
No happiness in the world?
That's what it feels like.
How can even Black,
Who killed so many people,
Deserve this?
This depression?
The insanity?
Imagine your soul
Being sucked out…
It must be the worst fate…


Or one of the worst, anyway.
Being cooked in a cheese cauldron
Must be pretty bad.
Especially if you don't like cheese…

Harry ate supper quickly, so he wouldn't be late for his detention. It was colouring different coloured squares so no square was next to a square of the same colour. It must be the most tedious detention invented. It sounded like a muggle detention. He'd disembowel toads any day rather than that. He'd never have thought he'd think this, but he was starting to miss Snape… maybe if he brought the book to keep him company…

Immediately he was transported back to his 3rd year again, when Ron and Hermione were bickering about their pets. This detention was going to go on a long time…

Crookshanks
That evil cat…
Will it never leave my rat in peace?
Poor Scabbers…
He's going all thin
And his hairs falling out.
And he's really nervous…
Poor thing.

How can anyone think
That excuse
For a cat
Is cute?
It is terrorising
My pet!
And Hermione lets it!
I'm getting in such a stew…
No, not a cheese stew.
That's disgusting.
Why is everyone so
Obsessed with cheese,
Anyway?

Harry was confused. Was there even such a thing as a cheese stew? And if there was, surely it was muggle food that Ron had never heard of anyway? Oh well… Harry looked for Ron so he could ask him.

Harry couldn't find Ron. Now he came to think of it, he hadn't seen Ron for three days. That couldn't be good. Especially as they shared a dorm and had identical timetables.

Harry went to Hagrid's. Surely Ron would be there?

He wasn't. This wasn't good at all…

The lemmings hadn't got him, had they?