A/N: All I wanted to say was thanks a lot to Red Phoenix Dragon and Artur Hawking 1 for all their suggestions and help. I'm actually pretty surprised that anyone was still reading at this point.

A/N: This is a chapter for all you Fred and George fans! I wanted to put more Weasley than moRon.

Disclaimer: Refer to any past Disclaimers. I'm too tired to write a witty, original one.

George Weasley POV

My brother and I aren't evil. We swear. Schoolwork is too easy (everyone thinks we're stupid, we aren't), and although Quidditch is the shepherds pie of life, it is not the fish and chips. So we decided to entertain ourselves with the comical pain of others. Call it scheming, if you will. We like to call it lightning the tension, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

We were entering History of Magic this morn when Fred decided to have a bit of fun. " Georgie, isn't attending HM… fannying around? Binns is duff anyhow. Look I get the new victims-er students- arrive today, but honestly, wouldn't Filch want a jolly good start to the school year?" suggested Fred, eyeing the door. I had been pretty eager to meet the other twins today, but…..

" Hunky dory, Frederick" I relented, slipping out the door with my brother, a sly smile on my face.

Filius Flitwick POV

I smiled as they entered the room. Really! The brightest witch of her year and The Boy Who Lived in one room! It's to much to take. Frankly I'm surprised Merlin's descendant didn't decide to pop in for a class. " Attention! Attention Ravenclaws! Settle down now, class" I called out, flipping the pages of Charms for Children 1. They eventually settled down and hushed their exited, loud tones.

" Thank you. Now, onto the first Charm of the entire year. The Levitation spell is a simple flick, twist, and (repeat with me now) Wingardium Leviosa" I instructed, giving them an easy example, a book hovering in the air. The Muggleborns gasped at the elementary spell, while the Purebloods looked eager to follow in their parent's footsteps.

" You will be starting with a far easier object, an owl feather" I assured. Some breathed a sigh of relief, while my Ravenclaws complained of its simplicity. A sense of pride swelled in me at how ambitious they looked, but l stopped before I could go any farther. Favoritism was not encouraged at Hogwarts, and Severus was biased enough for all the Heads.

Out of the corner of my eyes I watched a feather shoot up to the roof. Sitting straight under it was a Mr. Harry Potter. The children gasped as their own feathers lay entirely still. My jaw dropped. Never before had a first-year wizard levitate his object on the first day, and never so high. I applauded after snapping back to reality.

" Well done Mr. Potter! Well done! Excellent, excellent work, yes indeed" I congratulated. Hermione Granger frowned in frustration at her feather, her nose scrunching as she muttered the incantation. Her own object hovered a couple inches off the ground. I awarded them each ten points. Look out Slytherins. A new House is winning that Cup.

Harry Potter POV

Everything was so different second-time round! I saw details that I had never noticed before, especially of Hermione. Her coffee coloured hair had thin strands of blonde, and her brown eyes held flecks of green. How had I not noticed the splash of light freckles, a constellation across her nose? Her eyes twitched when she was envious, and her nose scrunched at frustration. Colours became brighter, and I could smell everything, from the freshly-cut grass to the musty books in the library. Fate must have been feeling kind when he granted me these extra senses. Or had it been that I had experienced everything before, and I now paid more attention ? I don't care a bit, so long as this continues.

George Weasley POV

We slipped out of class in what I am ashamed to say, a true Slytherin manner. We tip-toed by Peeves, and slinked past Mr. Norris. We found out his true gender a while back, in second year (and what a horrible experience that had been). Fred had already told me of his plan, and we were just about to put it into action, when we saw two feminine figures, apparently already Dung bombing the halls.

Cathryn Taylors POV

Well. This wasn't supposed to happen. Two red-headed boys stared at us, their mouths ajar. They were obviously identical twins. My sister Whitney and I stood, holding this amazing British invention (Dung bombs, was it?), caught at the scene of the crime. We were the crime, actually. Whitney and I had taken one look at our new History professor, and knew we wouldn't be attending that particular class.

Besides, Filch needed to be taught a lesson by the notorious Taylors girls, for ratting us out on the after-curfew incident. It was only fair to be on the 'same page' (as the Americans would put it). Whitney looked from me to the boy, then repeated the action once more. " We weren't Dung bombing Filch's favorite corridor girl's a genius at scheming, but when it comes to the real action, she a bloody nesh wimp. I smackedmy forehead in exasperation. "How could you?" cried one. We looked down. Well, boarding school was worth a try. Best us be packing our bags now.

" And not include us?" cried the other.