Sorry, Life's insane. Enjoy.

He walked into his transfiguration class late, wordlessly handing the note to McGonagall before taking the seat Hermione had saved for him, unfortunately right at the front.

"Thank you Mr Potter, today we are-"

Hermione raised her hand quickly.

"Yes Ms Granger?"

"Professor McGonagall m'am Harry won't be able to understand a word you say," she explained.

"Ah yes, I forgot about that, please continue your work everyone," she instructed.

Harry sat there scowling, obviously whatever was happening had affected McGonagall too, he couldn't understand a word she was saying. Hermione shot him a sympathetic look and continued her reading.

McGonagall walked over to Harry pulling out his transfiguration book and opening it to the right page, she pointed at it and looked at Harry intently.

She gestured at the lines and then held up a hand in a 'do you understand?' kind of gesture.

He looked at it hopelessly shaking his head, "I'm sorry Professor I can't understand a word of it."

Suddenly the room was silent as everything stopped, Harry looked around in confusion, everyone was looking at him almost hungrily.

"Oh bloody hell," Ron muttered, "I knew this would happen."

McGonagall looked at the expressions around the room and then clicked her fingers in front of Harry to get his attention, she gave him the international gesture for no speaking and he nodded, still very confused.

Classes really weren't very interesting when you couldn't understand a word. He sat through transfiguration watching the others reading and taking notes. Wow he was going to have a lot to catch up on when things got back to normal.

"Well then class dismissed, please hand in your essays at the beginning of class next Monday, I shall see you all then," McGonagall dismissed them and Hermione tugged on Harry's sleeve to indicate the end of class.

He gave her a slight smile and packed up his book to follow her.

He groaned as they entered the History of Magic classroom full of Slytherins. Just what he needed.

"It's alright Harry, just ignore them," Hermione told him.

He couldn't understand what she said but the tone of voice was very soothing and Harry felt himself relax and he smiled at his friend, she always knew what to do.

"Geez Potty, what'd you do with Snape last night? You guys shook the whole castle, should I be buying a wedding gift?" Malfoy sneered.

Harry ignored him as he brushed past to take his seat, Draco was momentarily taken aback and Ron and Hermione held back their laughter.

"What am I already too late? I'm insulted, not even invited to the wedding of my own godfather," Malfoy tried again.

Harry couldn't understand a word he was saying but the tone was unmistakable. He turned to Draco and raised an eyebrow, "What'd Crabbe and Goyle forget to give you your morning blow job today ferret? You're even more irritable than usual you pompous overbearing git." Harry hissed silkily not realising the effect it would have on the entire class.

Ron groaned again, "Merlin I hope that wasn't what it sounded like."

"What did you say Potter?" Draco choked out.

Hermione tried not to laugh, "Don't get your hopes up I'm pretty sure it was an insult Malfoy."

"Didn't bloody sound like it," Blaise Zabini smirked, "It was bloody sexy whatever it was."

"I reckon," Seamus agreed grinning, "If that was an insult I can't wait to hear him compliment someone."

"My thoughts exactly," Blaise grinned at the Irishman.

Harry looked about to go into shock, he couldn't understand the words but it sounded awfully like Seamus and the Slytherin Blaise were propositioning each other.

"Bloody hell," he swore shaking his head, "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder."

Malfoy's eyes were glazed and he looked about ready to tackle him, Harry made the rather easy decision of avoiding the Slytherin for the rest of…oh let's say eternity.

Harry sat and ignored everyone for the entire class which was not all that difficult seeing as he couldn't understand a word they were saying. Oddly enough History of Magic was no different whether he could understand it or not, which tells you what he thought of the class usually.

He took the opportunity to take his regular pre-lunch nap, slumping back in his seat Harry closed his eyes and just let all the alien noises wash over him, he suddenly realised how much everyone was saying with just their tone of voice and intonations. He may not understand the words but he could hear the emotions behind every word. It was kinda interesting.

Hermione almost elbowed Harry to tell him to pay attention as she usually did on a Wednesday, until she remembered he wouldn't understand anything anyway. She sighed, poor Harry, it was always him. Why couldn't something happen to Malfoy for once? Or a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw or something? It always had to be Harry, perhaps because Harry was always able to handle what would send a normal person insane.

Still, it didn't seem fair, and was downright dangerous.

As the class finished Hermione gently shook Harry and then woke Ron a bit more roughly. It served him right, he at least should have been paying attention.

Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes as he woke from his little nap. Hermione was waking Ron and the rest of the class was stirring and leaving. Harry moved to pack up before he realised he hadn't even bothered to unpack his books, it was an exercise in futility, it kind of scared him that he couldn't even understand his books.

He hoped Snape would do something soon, the greasy git was his only chance to fix things, too bad he had just ruined the man's potion….

Please say stuff. Kbye.