A/N I am so sorry for not posting for over a month. First I had a pressing research project I had to finish, and I had to go away for a week. Not to mention the piling amount of homework even though it was the end of the year. And I lost this chapter in my notebook on a school trip. So I had to re-write it over again. Anyway, I apologize again, and I am already ahead a chapter on this story, so don't worry about me not posting.

Plus, school is now out, so I can do a lot more writing! Don't forget to review.

This chapter is from Fred's point of view

"What's on the agenda today?" George asked when he came into the Great Hall.

"Potions." Lee answered.

George then stuffed a whole piece of toast into his mouth.

"Must you do that in public?" I asked, disgusted. George had now started scooping spoonfuls of butter and jam into his toast filled mouth.

"Aaw, Fred, don't go all pansy on me now." George answered teasingly.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my scrambled eggs. When Lee came down he gave up breakfast to try to finish one of his potions essays assigned over the summer. I chuckled and he rolled his eyes without looking up from the parchment.

"10 points from Gryffindor." Snape stated sharply when we came into the Potions classroom 5 minutes late for class. "What is your excuse this time?"

"Erm… well we got confused. We figured that after all these years they'd let you have a classroom with some sunlight and happiness." I knew I was pushing it at this point, but for some insane reason I decided to go on. "But we know that's just not your style." In fact, we had actually been late because Lee wouldn't leave the Great Hall without finishing his Potions essay first.

"Another 15 points from Gryffindor…. Apiece." Hissed Snape through clenched teeth. "For your cheek."

I refrained from rolling my eyes and I cautiously took my seat in the back of the classroom. Lee and George, who could probably care less, plopped nonchalantly down in the two seats beside me.

3 girls sat in front of us. I didn't recognize them at first. I thought I knew everyone in my class.

"Nice way to start off the school year." One of the girls hissed to me.

"Laurel?"

"Yep." She muttered in agreement.

"This is a 7th year class. Your supposed to be in the 6th year class."

"We're ahead a year." She muttered back.

"How'd you manage that?" I asked amusedly. She was about to answer, but Snape had seen thaeir little chat and walked over to their table with his meter stick. He slapped down the stick on the table. My fingers barely got out of being hit, but Lee and George weren't so lucky. They both cursed liudly while shaking their fingers to restart the blood flow. Snape took away another 15 points an proceded to the board to write the directions for the potion they were to make in this class period.

When Snape barked at a few students for not paying attention, the girl in front of me shuddered violently. It was Maddy. I took out a piece of parchment and scribbled a note to her. I threw it in front of her, but she didn't move an inch. It was as if she hadn't even seen it.

When I saw that Snape was out of ear-shot I leaned over my table to whisper to Laurel.

"What's up with her?"

"She has what we like to call, ESP."

"ESP? Isn't that the thing muggles think they have when they see the future or something?"

" Well yes, but for us it's a shortening of 'Extreme Snape Phobia'." I laughed and she shot me a stern look. "I'm serious, she's scared out of her mind. Won't even tell us what made her so scared. Just said it happened when she was little, and it was too stupid to tell us."

Afraid of Snape? Everyone's afraid of Snape. I mean he's probable the scariest Professor at Hogwarts. But this was extreme. Every time he walked near her she shuddered. She was so pale I was almost afraid she wasn't getting enough oxygen to her brain.

"Fred mate, stop staring into space! Your potion's burning!" I looked down at the potion I was supposed to be making, It was infact burning. I cursed under my breath and desperately tried to scrape of the purnt parts form the side of my cauldron.

"Time is up!" Snape shouted, with 15 minutes left in class. He flicked his wand to erase the instructions on the board. "I want you to pour your potion into one of these vials on my desk. You will then drink your potion to see if it was brewed correctly."

They had been making the Draught of Desire. When the drinker ingests it, they are supposed to go into a sort of sleep, and have visions of your true desires. I scooped some of my watery blue liquid into a vial and placed it on my desk. Most everyone had potions the same color as mine., all except for Maddy. Hers was an ugly muddy brown substance. It seemed to be very thick. I shuddered at the thought of having to drink that.

"Bottoms up." George and I knocked back our potions. Everyithing became fuzzy, and then dark.

I opened my eyes and saw I was in a different room. It was another sort of dungeon. The room had no doors or any openings of any kind. Thank goodness I'm not clausterphobic.

In the distance I heard a clucking sound, like a chicken., but that's impossible there are no doors!

The sound seemed to be coming closer.

Cluck ,Cluck, Cluck.

Closer, Closer, Closer.

Suddenly out of nowhere, the beast appeared. It was a headless chicken. A headless chicken! I almost laughed, but it seemed to be heading for me. I stepped out of it's way, but it changed directions. As if it could see me. But it's a headless chicken! How the hell could it know where I am?

I had to start running away from me. It kept getting faster and faster. It never seemed to tire out. It was almost at my heels now, so again, I sped up to try to lose it. I looked behind me, the headless chicken had now stretched out it's large talons and was desperately trying to scratch my legs.

Then I ran into something, something like a wall.

When I opened my eyes I found looking up at the potions classroom ceiling. The back of my head was throbbing. So I had run into a wall. I winced in pain as I got up. I saw other people were in srange positions as I was, like strewn over the desks, some were even still frantically running around.

I noticed a strange sound in the room. It was unknown to my ears. I looked around the room to find the source of the noise. My classmates were either waking up or running into things. Then I saw a convulsing hooded figure with it's head on the teachers desk.

Snape was laughing. Professor Snape. I didn't think it was possible. When he looked up, I saw tears of laughter in his eyes. He wiped them away and seeing all his students waking up groggily, gained his composure.

"As I'm sure you have noticed, almost all of you have brewed this potion wrong. Well actually, everyone except- will someone please get that girl to madame Pomfrey!"

Angelina Johnson was sitting in the corner, holding her knees , and muttering "Not the three legged cows. Not the three legged cows. Not the three legged cows." Alicia Spinnet and Kenneth Towler helped her to the nurse.

"Yes Ms.Rotter?" Snape acknowledged Laurels hand in the air.

"Maddy still hasn't woken up!"