Hello again! Sorry for not updating! School has started again, and exams and coursework are a lot of work! But here I have a new chapter for you my lovely readers. So enjoy!

Small changes to book explained, PLEASE READ: Snape is still potion master not Slughorn. Seeing as River got the job as DADA teacher, there was no need to hire Slughorn, apart from to get the memory. However, he will still be involved ( maybe ;) ). Also Snape's old potion book is not used, a regular copy is. This is mainly because Snape would never let Harry use his old book.

Also, this chapter does contain one use of language, but not a very bad one.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything you recognise, including characters, plot, or setting. Please don't sue me I HAVE NO MONEY

Previously: 'Hermione Granger. I was wondering if we will be using defensive spells?' Hermione asked. Song smirked softly as she paced forwards a few steps and bent down 'till she was Hermione's height.

'Ah well now Miss Granger, Spoilers!'

Professor Song straightened up and winked at Hermione before addressing the class,

'But in answer to Miss Granger's question, yes, we shall be using defensive spells. I believe you should all know how to defend yourself. After all who really knows what's out there? However today we shall begin with Dementors. Now everyone, turn to page 41 and begin reading….'

For the rest of their first lesson was mainly uneventful, apart from the occasion where Song whacked Ron around the head with a book for whispering to Harry when he was supposed to be noting down the homework. Ron was still moaning as they left the stuffy classroom and made their way to lunch. It was only when Hermione snapped,

'Really Ronald! Do stop complaining, it didn't hurt that much, and you were talking,' that Ron stopped and looked sheepishly at the ground. In the Great Hall, they met Ginny who was outraged at the amount of homework she had been given on her first day back, and after a cold lunch, Harry left to find professor McGonagall. He knocked tentatively on her office door before entering; only to come face to face with Song, who grinned as she brushed passed him into the corridor.

'Yes Potter, how can I help you? Not in trouble already are we?' McGonagall asked, her Scottish accent hinting at amusement.

'Oh no Professor, nothing like that. It's just… I was wondering if you could speak to Sna- I mean Professor Snape for me? You see I didn't get an O in my Potions O.W.L, but-' Harry began before McGonagall interrupted,

'You want to continue at N.E.W.T, so you can become an Auror? Yes I thought as much, and don't worry, I've already gone to the liberty of asking Professor Snape myself, but as you could expect he wasn't too happy with that idea. However, Dumbledore persuaded him. This is for you by the way, from Dumbledore.' McGonagall handed Harry a scroll, before continuing,

'So anyway Potter, you may want to get going. It's nearly lesson time, and Snape will be looking for any excuse to get out of his lessons, so do behave Potter, alright?'

'Yes Professor, thank you!' Harry exclaimed as he hurried from her office.

'Oh and Potter?' McGonagall called, sticking her head out from the doorway. 'Take Weasley with you, won't you? He needs something to do…' And with that Harry grinned, and nodded, before hastening to the dark dungeons, grabbing a bewildered Ron on the way.

20 minutes later Harry was regretting his choice to try and be, as Hermione put it, 'A good student.' Once Ron had heard that Harry and gotten him roped into N.E.W.T level potions, he had called Harry something much less complimentary, using a far more creative choice of words. Harry didn't care about that, but as the two boys burst through the dungeon door, with 1 minute to go as before the bell went, they had to trudge up past all the rows of chairs, to the only two chairs available to them. Right in the front. Snape observed them with unhidden distaste, and hatred. Snape had then begun to lecture the students on lateness, and how it would not be tolerated in his lessons, giving very pointed looks to the two boys, sitting uncomfortably before him. After ranting about punctuality, he set them the lesson; The Draught of Living Death, a very complicated looking potion, with many different ingredients.

'Um Professor, me and Ron don't exactly have ... erm … books…or ingredients.' Harry started out sheepishly,

'We weren't sure if you'd let us into class see.' Ron finished, trying to save his best friend's skin, but faltering under Snape's iron glare.

'Unprepared for lessons are we? Very well you utter imbeciles, go and fetch some books and supplies from the cupboard.' Snape growled, his greasy hair hanging in his eyes, ' GO. NOW! And stop wasting my precious time, you irritating fools!' Snape shouted this time, fury burning in his black orbs of eyes. Harry and Ron scrambled out of their seats and over to the supply cupboard. After checking that Snape was out of earshot (he was terrorizing a Ravenclaw girl who's name Harry thought was Jess) Ron muttered,

'Psycho that one, I'm telling you. Anyway, what's got his robe in a twist?' Harry shrugged,

'I dunno mate, but as long as he doesn't take it out on me, I don't care. Come on; let's get to work before his head explodes.'

And with that, Harry and Ron started out on the seemingly impossible task. Nearing the end of the lesson, Harry's potion was a florescent orange colour, whilst Ron's was a rather unattractive shade of green, which also seemed to be emitting smoke.

'This can't be right,' Harry moaned as the orange turned into a Caribbean blue.

'No Potter, for once you are right.' A sneering voice said. Harry looked round to see Snape leering at his cauldron,

'I suppose you added the sloth brains before stirring twice clockwise didn't you idiot child? Well I can't say I expected any more from you. However, it does seem to be better than Weasley's miserable excuse.' Snape gave a nasty grin towards Ron's potion where a thick skin was floating on the top. He sauntered off, knocking both Harry and Ron's cauldron off their stands in the process. Ron swore and leapt backwards as the concoction splashed over the desk and splattered onto his shoes. Harry simply stared at Snape in disbelief as he felt the failed potion soaking into his socks.

'Oops.' Snape uttered the single word, a look of malice in his face as he flicked his wand and vanished the boy's attempts at The Draught of Living Death.

'Detention Mr Potter and Mr Weasley for clumsiness and another one for Weasley for his use of foul language.' Snape announced, and swept off, sniggering as he went. Ron stood there, blinking in disbelief as Harry angrily packed his book and quill away.

*RIIIINNNNG*

Almost immediately after the bell went, signaling the end of lesson, Harry and Ron were out the door. Ron was storming, swearing at Snape, and calling him very uncomplimentary things. Harry's rage was bubbling slowly inside of him, like a volcano ready to erupt. Hermione caught up with them, and spent the entire time on the journey to the common room, complaining about how unfair Snape was. As they neared the Fat Lady, Harry finally had enough and turned to Hermione,

'Hermione, get over it. Snape hates me, he always has, and he's just pissed I manage to get into his N.E.W.T class. There's nothing we can do.' And with that he announced, 'Abstinence.' Having acquired the password of Ron the previous evening and once into the common room, sprawled out on one of the comfy armchairs, tossing his bag aside with a sigh. Ron and Hermione shared glances as they joined him, shooing some scrawny first years out of the way. Hermione bent down to retrieve Harry's bag, when Dumbledore's message fell out.

'Harry what's this?' Hermione asked as she picked it up, and handed it to him, her eyes curious.

'Oh yeah, I forgot. McGonagall gave it to me earlier. It's from Dumbledore.' Harry explained as he unrolled it.

Dear Harry. I would like to start some Privet lessons with you; all shall be explained when I see you! I hope to start them this Saturday. Kindly come along to my office at eight p.m. I hope you are enjoying your first day back at school.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. I enjoy Acid Pops

SO there you go! Another chapter. Did you like it? Please comment! Now there may be a special character appearing in the next chapter or so! Exciting I know! Now, put in the reviews who you think it is, and if you guess correctly, I will give you a shout out, and a mystery prize (Oooohh). But this only goes to the first person who gets it, so get guessing! I hopefully will update soon, but I do have important exams (Boooo), so patience! Byee xoxox