Ciao, me again! I'm sorry I didn't update for so long!

Please enjoy this short-ish chapter with only 1,300+ words! I

really, really, really, really hope you aren't

disappointed in the shortness of this chapter! ^^

"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Tut tut- fame clearly isn't everything," Snape sneered, ignoring Hermione's hand.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He heard Alfred, who sat behind up, murmuring. "Iggy, why is he picking on Harry? That's not nice! A hero doesn't pick on people!" to which Arthur replied, "Shut up, git." Harry noticed that Lukas Bondevik was not sitting with his fellow Slytherins. In fact, Lukas was looking at Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle (who were shaking with laughter) so intensely that if he weren't so emotionless, he would have been glaring.

Oliver was nowhere in sight. Where was the strawberry blonde? Harry hadn't seen him since the howler.

"I don't know, sir."

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. He had looked through his books at the Dursley's, but did Snape expect him to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi?

Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching towards the dungeon ceiling.

"I don't know," Harry said quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"

A few people-Alfred was one of the few-laughed. Harry caught Seamus's eye and Seamus winked. Snape, however was not pleased.

"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you copying that down?"

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter." There was another sudden sound, this time the creaking of the chair, as if someone made to stand up. Then a "Oomph!" was heard as if someone had clapped a hnd over another person's mouth.

"Sit down! Do you want to get more house points deducted?" Arthur hissed.

Harry turned around in time to see Alfred rip Arthur's hand away from his mouth. "But it's not fair! Snape is picking on Harry when Harry has OBVIOUSLY DONE NOTHING WRONG," he said the last part very loudly.

The whole class turned to look at him.

Snape stared at him.

Alfred stared back.

Snape continued staring.

Alfred continued to staring back.

Snape kept staring.

Alfred kept staring back.

Snape looked away.

Alfred still kept staring.

Snape deducted house points.

Alfred sat down.

Alfred was still staring.

Snape was glaring at him.

But Alfred was still staring.

And Alfred continued staring till the end of the lesson.

Alfred probably creeped Snape out.

Alfred creeped Harry out.

Alfred definitely hated Snape as much as Snape hated Harry.

"Hey, Alfred!" Ron called to the blonde. "We're going to meet Hagrid at five to three! Do you want to join us?"

The American pulled out of his conversation with the pretty blonde Hufflepuff girl, Phoenix. Phoenix looked kind of solemn and a little desperate too. Harry wondered what they had been talking about.

"Sure!" Alfred replied, flashing Ron a thumbs-up. Phoenix's eyes widened- Harry recognized her from Herbology, which was the class he had with the Hufflepuffs. Suddenly, she was in front of him. "Was Oliver in your class?" she asked with a hint of desperation. Harry thought for a moment, then shook his head.

Phoenix sighed. "Dang, dang, dang, dang," she muttered while walking back to Alfred. "You were simply asking for it, Allen."

Harry really wanted to know what the two had been talking about, but he didn't ask. He also wanted to know where Oliver Kirkland was. He was the kindest Slytherin the trio had encountered so far. Oliver even helped Hermione pick up some stuff in the corridor, and offered her a cupcake after that.

But Ron still didn't trust him. Harry wanted Ron to see that not ALL Slytherins were bad. ((A/N: You know, Harry, you're usually right, but this time I think you should listen to Ron. Don't trust Oliver, or anything related to Oliver. Especially the cupcakes.))

After Allen had recorded the howler full of swears, he made sure to watch Oliver's mirrors to check if the crazy cupcake man-turned-child would come back. Scratch that, Allen was sure he would come back. It was only after they sent the howler that Allen realized the risk he had taken.

Oh well. Allen was a risk-taker. You couldn't be a villain without taking risks.

He gripped his nail-driven bat and examined it carefully. The nails, like always, were slightly bent, but not crooked. Allen smiled. He would need the bat in perfect shape if he wanted to battle the crazy cupcake-loving man-turned-child.

Allen swung his bat wildly around, the wood smashing through Oliver's windows, glass lodging into the hard, rough wood. Good.

Allen grabbed one of Oliver's mirror and peered into it, and, a moment later, he saw the sh*ttier version of him, Alfred, talking to Singa, his half-sister.

Allen definitely liked Singa the most of all his 'siblings', even though she hated cursing as much as Oliver. She usually accompanied him when he wanted to kill some people who had insulted him. And she also disliked Oliver's cupcakes.

Well, she was terrified of them.

The brunette laughed at the memory of he and his twin, Matt, finding out of her irregular phobia. Well, it wasn't really her fault. She had accidentally grabbed a Person-cupcake instead of a Poison-cupcake.

In the mirror, Alfred said, "That cupcake man with the pink hair and freckles? The 2P of Iggy?"

"Yes," Singa replied. "Did you see him in your class? He disappeared after the howler Allen sent."

"Actually I don't know. You could asked Iggy-the-worst-cook-in-the-world or-"

"Hey Alfred! We're going to meet Hagrid at five to three! Do you want to join us?" someone called. Alfred turned and flashed whoever-said-that a thumbs-up and a smile. Allen snorted at Alfred's silly description of Oliver's 1p.

Singa must have heard the sound because she look right at him, and her eyes widened. She muttered, "What are you doing?" as she jogged forward. Allen thought she was going to stop right in front of his mirror but, instead, she walked past it.

Just then, one of the mirror at the corner of Oliver's house started to glow.

Cliffhanger! ;)

This chapter doesn't have much of the three Nordics or Canada (because its

from Harry's P-O-V, mostly), but I'll definitely put them in the next chapter!

I hope you weren't disappointed that I took

2-4 weeks just to write a 1,300+ word chapter! And I hope

you enjoyed it! Adieu!