A/N, Now...to conjur up another plot! This one might have some serious angst-y stuff in it, beware.

NPOV

At breakfast the following day, everyone was surrounding our table. Not for Harry, though. For Millie.

"How did you escape?"

"Are you okay?"

"Did Voldemort use the Cruciatus curse?"

Millie was not enjoying the attention. "Can't I eat my french toast in peace?" She asked, with her mouth full of breakfast food.

Collin Creevey took a picture of her. "Cheese! Now I see a weird colorful square everywhere!"

He smiled and walked away.

The golden owl on the front of the podium that Dumbledore stood at unfolded its wings.

"Ahem" Dumbledore cleared his throat. "A-HEM" The entire student body of Hogwarts quieted down and turned their attention to Dumbledore. He hardly ever said anything at the feasts, and when he did, they were usually very important things. When he clears his throat twice, and in that manner, you know that what he was about to say had emmence signifigance.

"I'm sure many of you know Millie Homestead," He began. He had a serious tone, instead of his normal jolly one. "Well, as all of you know, thanks to Mr. Malfoy," He had a peeved expression there. "She was kidnapped last week. She is very lucky to have gotten out of that situation alive. First, I would like for everyone to acknowledge her skills with an appluase. She figured a way to escape Voldemort, by herself."

Everyone clapped and cheered.

"Secondly, I ask of you to leave her alone. There will be plenty of time for questions when her face is not dripping with maple syrup." The two exchanged a glance and the owl refolded its wings.

::::Defense Against The Dark Art::::

Bogarts

"Everybody line up." The professor called out. In the middle of the room, about five feet in front of the beginning of the line, stood a large bureau.

The first person in line was Ron, followed by Hermione, then Harry, who was prceeded by Millie and Draco.

The bureau opened and a large spider crawled out. Large meaning the size of full size bunk-beds.

"Ridiculous." Ron pointed his wand at the spider. Suddenly, its eight legs all tied together in a knot. Ron stopped hyperventalating, and began to half-heartedly chuckle.

When Hermione stepped up, the tangled spider turned into an attractive girl of fourteen. She was chewing gum obnoxiously loud and twisting a lock of hair with her left index finger.

"Um, Hermi-won? Like, everyone hates you. You're like, really ugly. And, you fail EVERY class next year. Heh heh HA."

"Ridiculous!" Hermione furiously shouted, and a gust of wind shot up the valley girls surprisingly short skirt, making her cry.

"My daddy will hear about this!" She shouted.

"Sounds like you," Millie whispered to Malfoy.

Harry's turn.

The embarrassed Mary-Sue morphed into a slimy-seeming, noseless, green-ish pale man in a large black cloak.

"Ridiculous!"

Voldemort suddenly sprouted a rainbow affro, and his cloak turned into a poofy pink tutu and a white leotard. The entire classroom laughed.

Millie cautiously walked up. The result was the funny Voldemort changing into Jack the Ripper drinking sour milk.

Jack poured the sour milk on his head and his face turned into a pancake as soon as Millie uttered the spell.

"...Okay..." Lupin said, quite befuddled.

At last, it was the final main characters turn. Draco strutted into the place that Millie had been standing. The odd pancake man transformed into Lucious Malfoy. He muttered "Behave" towards his son and lifted his cane as high as it would go.

Not without whimpering first, Draco shot out, "Ridiculous!" and the cane turned into a rubber band that was attached to the ceiling, and Lucious flew into the air and through the roof.

"Okay...weird class." Lupin raised his eyebrows. "Well, seeing as the bogart has catapulted somewhere around the castle, we will be cutting this lesson short."

Millie patted Draco on the shoulder.

"I guess we're just strange little oddlings."

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