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Chapter 6

Apparently I did something wrong and Merlin is cursing me for it. I had to sit at lunch and again watch Hermione gorge herself. The girl acted like she hadn't eaten in days. I don't even think she chewed it. I think she just inhaled it like Ron does.

"You're supposed to breathe in between bites Hermione," I said.

"Is this a new stand on elf rights?" Ron asked.

"No," Hermione retorted. "I just need to get to the library."

"Hermione, it's the first day," Harry said. "Why do you need to go to the library already?"

She just rolled her eyes before taking off. She couldn't possibly be doing homework since it was the first day of classes so why in the world would she want to be in the library. I know the library is like a second home to her, but this made no sense.

"You guys don't think Hermione is seeing someone behind our backs, do you?" I asked the boys.

Ron choked on his sandwich and Harry slapped him on the back until he stopped. My eyes had widened at his reaction.

"Of course she wouldn't. Hermione would tell us," Harry said.

Would she?

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I mentally groaned as I walked to Divination with Harry and Ron. I wanted to ascend that silver ladder as much as I wanted to babysit those Blast-Ended Skrewts.

Professor Trelawney was a fake and everyone knew it except Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. They thought she was brilliant, but then again all they could do was gossip.

Partnering up with Neville, we all sat down at the tables. I was starting to envy Amara who decided to take Muggle Studies, but it sounded so boring. This class wasn't exactly exciting either though.

Professor Trelawney came out with those huge glasses that made her look like a bug and her hair tied back with a colorful scarf.

"Welcome everyone," she said. "Today we will observe the stars…"

"Watch her predict Harry's death by the end of the day," I whispered to Neville.

He snickered a little. We all knew she had it in for Harry. She has said that he was going to die so many times that I tune her out. The lady was a fraud and even Professor McGonagall thought so.

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I was right of course by the time class was over. She had predicted Harry would be in grave danger which I thought was a given because we all almost died at least once a year when we were at Hogwarts. We had yet to kick the bucket though.

"I can't believe that bat gave us homework!" I ranted. "She wants us to predict how our month will be and she can't even predict what day Christmas is with a calendar in front of her!"

Harry and Ron chuckled behind me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking whether they were following me or not. If you couldn't tell, I was a little upset. Why Professor Dumbledore kept her around, I will never know. There was no one in the whole castle who had the Sight, no one.

Thank Godric we met Hermione as we walked towards the Great Hall. She was absolutely ecstatic about her class. I swear the girl is bloody mental.

"Hey Weasley!" Draco Malfoy called.

I was silently cursing in my head as we turned to see him walking towards us with newspaper in hand. This encounter would not turn out well.

"Your dad's in the paper," he said with a laugh as Crabbe and Goyle joined him. "Listen to this:

FURTHER MISTAKES AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

It seems as though the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Recently under fire for its poor crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and still unable to account for the disappearance of one of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.

Arnold Weasley, who was charged with possession of a flying car two years ago, was yesterday involved in a tussle with several Muggle law-keepers ("policemen") over a number of highly aggressive dustbins. Mr. Weasley appears to have rushed to the aid of "Mad-Eye" Moody, the aged ex-Auror who retired from the Ministry when no longer able to tell the difference between a handshake and attempted murder. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Weasley found, upon arrival at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded house, that Mr. Moody had once again raised a false alarm. Mr. Weasley was forced to modify several memories before he could escape from the policemen, but refused to answer Daily Prophet questions about why he had involved the Ministry in such an undignified and potentially embarrassing scene."

Ron narrowed his eyes in Draco's direction. I think it was his goal in life to get everyone to hate him because if it was, he was doing a right fine job.

"Look, they even have a picture," Draco said teasing Ron even more. "Is that your mother? She could do with losing a little weight, don't you think?"

I narrowed my eyes in his direction. That was just plain cruel and if he kept talking, I might pull a Hermione and punch him square in the nose.

"Shut up Malfoy," Harry said.

"I heard that you stayed with them this summer Potter," Malfoy said. "Is his mother really that fat, or was it just the picture."

Harry had to hold Ron back from jumping on Draco and Hermione had a pretty fine grip on me. The coward needed his teeth knocked in and I was more than happy to oblige.

"I find it a little pathetic that you keep track of where we are Malfoy," Harry spat. "Is it because you are still in love with my sister?"

"Shut it Potter," Malfoy retorted.

"By the way," Harry said. "I saw your mother at the World Cup. I was wondering; does she always look like she has got dung under her nose or is that just when she's with you."

"Don't you dare talk about my mother!" Draco snarled.

"Then shut your mouth," Harry said.

We started to walk in another way, but stopped when we heard a BANG explode behind us. Draco had thrown a spell and nearly hit Harry in the face. Harry went to grab his wand, but someone yelled.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Professor Moody said and there was another BANG.

A pure-white ferret scurried on the ground where Draco stood mere seconds ago. Everyone in the hall was silent as they stared at the terrified ferret. It made a run for the dungeons when Moody yelled again.

"I don't think so!" he said pointing his wand at the animal.

The ferret flew up into the air as Moody flung it around in the air for a moment. It took me a moment before I realized that the ferret was Draco. After that I had to clutch my sides as they were hurting from the laughter I was trying to hold in.

"I cannot stand when someone attacks someone who has their back turned," Moody snarled. "Bloody coward."

Then he started bouncing the ferret against the stone floor as a panicked voice spoke up.

"Professor Moody!" McGonagall called. "What are you doing?"

She ran up next to him and stared at the ferret in horror. Something told me this fun experience was going to end soon.

"I'm teaching," Moody said simply.

"Is that a student?" she asked aghast.

"Yes," Moody said plainly.

McGonagall pulled out her wand and changed Draco back. He laid on the ground with a horrified expression on his face. He scurried off towards the dungeons with Crabbe and Goyle close behind.

"We never use Transfiguration as a punishment!" McGonagall scolded. "We give detentions!"

Moody mumbled some things before he walked off in the direction of the dungeons. Once he was out of sight, the whole room began to talk.

"That was absurd!" Hermione exclaimed. "I cannot believe that he just did that!"

I looked at her lie she had just caught fire. The boy who had been torturing us and called her a mudblood had finally got his comeuppance and she was saying it was absurd.

"Are you bloody mental Hermione?" I asked.

She crossed her arms and glared at me.

"I think I'm going to like this teacher," Harry grinned.

"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione asked.

"Shhhh! I need to get that image to stay in my mind - Malfoy, the incredible bouncing ferret!" he exclaimed.

I lost it after that. I was laughing so hard that my sides hurt and soon everyone joined in. He may be psychotic, but Professor Moody certainly made my first day back amazing.

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Godric you can't even walk with Amara even more. I mean, I was used to the usual amount of stares she got, but that amount doubled and so did the amount of glares. Those Beauxbaton girls seemed to especially hate Amara. I guess they weren't used to other pretty girls getting more attention than them.

"You have a few admirers," Amara whispered to me.

"You need your eyes checked because they are all staring at you," I said.

"No, quite a few are staring at you," she reassured me. "You have captivated some of the Durmstrang boys."

"And you got the rest," I chuckled.

I took a quick look around, but stopped when I got to some pretty nasty glares. They kind of reminded me of the Veela at the World Cup.

"So how are things with you and Cedric?" she inquired.

"There is no me and Cedric. I talked to him once and that was all," I sighed.

I can't believe she is still stuck on that. Did I think Cedric was attractive? I sure as hell did, but we didn't even know each other. I actually have to ask how he knew my name?

"Isa, you're only fourteen. You should be dating guys left and right or at least flirt with every cute guy you see," she said.

"I flirt," I argued.

"Yeah with Harry," she retorted.

"It's still flirting and besides he is the only guy who likes me," I said.

"Cedric likes you!" she exclaimed quietly. "He was watching you when we walked through the courtyard"

"Now you're seeing things. Come on we need to plan our annual sneak out," I told her so we could get away from the stares and glares. It was really starting to freak me out.