Harry's POV:

In all honesty, my day had begun normally. There was absolutely nothing to indicate that something would be out of the ordinary.

Well, as extraordinary as being a wizard is, anyway.

I'd been wandering around Hogwarts by myself (I am an introvert, I just don't like admitting it out loud) while thinking about the possibility of something going wrong this year.

Namely, the possibility that nothing would go wrong. Of course, not long after that, something went wrong.

(Really, what is it with my luck?)

I honestly didn't think something would happen, but as usual, when you think of something like that something bad usually happens.

Trouble came my way.

I thought I'd be safe this year because most of the bad things that I can think of have already happened, already been dealt with.

I know Dumbledore's trying his hardest to add extra precautions around the castle because parents (mainly Muggle ones) have started complaining about the lack of safety.

I mean, I fully agree.

In my first year I fought with Voldemort over the Philosophers Stone, but luckily Dumbledore destroyed destroyed it and got rid of all of the dangerous things that guarded it.

And since it's destroyed, it won't happen again, which is very relieving.

Voldemort also doesn't have a need for the stone, since he has a body now.

The Chamber of Secrets can't be opened anymore, since nobody else in the school other than me is a Parseltongue, and I doubt I'm going to open the chamber again.

Besides, Tom Riddle's diary was destroyed (by me) so he can't use anybody anyway.

As well as the fact that the Chamber isn't dangerous anymore, seeing as I killed the Basilisk inside of it.

Sirius Black, my godfather and an escaped convict, is innocent, and the only person he wants to harm is Peter Pettigrew, which can be justified since he did sell out Sirius' best friends (my parents).

There's absolutely no way that Dumbledore would re-instate the Tri-Wizard tournament, not after what happened last year.

Honestly, it still hurts to think about it. I normally just shrug it off.

After that comes the Defence Against the Dark Arts professors.

(Professor Dumbledore seems to have a talent of picking the worst ones - or if he just plucks them off the streets.)

The first one had Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head (it was rather gruesome, actually).

His name was Quirinus Quirrell, and in all honesty, I (and everyone else) thought he was a joke.

He never stopped stuttering and didn't seem to know one end of his wand from the other.

It was safe to say that nobody trusted Dumbledore's judgement with that man.

However I actually think that Dumbledore interviewed Quirrel before Voldemort possessed him, before Voldemort had to put the act on to keep himself less suspicious.

That was one safeguard for Dumbledore, at least.

Voldemort can't possess people at this point anyway, seeing as he had his body back he didn't have any need to.

Unless he uses the Imperius curse, which I think I'd actually prefer.

(Seeing Voldemort sticking out of Quirrell's head wasn't a nice thing to see. I had nightmares for weeks.)

After Quirrell was Lockhart, and I can't really tell who was better. At least Quirrell wasn't as vain as Lockhart.

He only really became a Professor because of his good looks, charm and ability to wipe people's memories.

He was in St. Mungos after his stint as Professor, since he tried to wipe the 'saviors of this world's' memories (along with Ron's) and it backfired on him.

(I'm pleased. If it didn't backfire, Ginny would be dead.)

I'm actually pretty grateful that Ron's wand broke, otherwise that wouldn't have happened. I suppose Dobby did save me... In a way.

If those memory charms had worked and Tom Riddle had stolen Ginny's life force, he would've likely gone after another student anyway, just to make sure.

Lockhart was an idiot, in all honesty.

One of my worst detentions (other than the ones with Umbridge, they were literal torture) was the one that Lockhart put me through.

Four hours answering fan mail? Really?

After him was Remus Lupin, who is the best Defence teacher we've ever had - although there wasn't much competition. He did all of that with his 'little furry problem' in the way.

He'd taught much better than the other two had, even managing to teach me how to conjure a Patronus (which has helped me a lot throughout the years).

It had to have been a massive achievement for Remus, seeing as a Patronus is one of the hardest spells.

I'm still irked at Snape for telling everyone about Remus' problem, making him leave, but our fourth year Professor seemed to be just as good.

He was Mad-Eye Moody, or rather Bartemius Crouch Junior.

He was an imposter, pretending to be Moody, and he actually did a pretty good job at it. Even Dumbledore didn't see through his disguise.

Crouch tried to kill me after he found Voldemort hadn't, but luckily Dumbledore came just in time. I'd be dead if it weren't for him.

Crouch had put Moody into a massive suitcase (that I'd seen when I went into his office, how did I not notice it before?) and weakened him so he couldn't get out.

Moody was really jumpy after that. Once Madam Pomfrey released him from the Hospital Wing, some Slytherins went as far as scaring him.

They were in St. Mungos for the rest of that year, and apparently most of the summer too.

I heard Dumbledore say that he wasn't going to put an Auror who was very defensive and paranoid in a teaching position again.

Good for him. I got in the way of a hex Moody meant to send Malfoy. A few months later, my ribs still hurt.

Anyway, once I got to Hogwarts I was fairly confident that nothing bad could happen to me this year.

Never again.

Not only did Malfoy almost manage to hex me - I'd let my guard down, thank Merlin Ron and Hermione were there - but I had one of my 'feelings' about Professor Umbridge.

Ron and Hermione say my feelings prove that something bad is going to happen in the future. I'm pretty sure they're right.

After all, I had a feeling about Hagrid and Norbert, right?

Anyway, I found out that Umbridge really is as bad as she looks. And she looks like a toad, so my point is proven.

I was actually looking forwards to classes today. At least I was until I looked at my timetable.

All of the bad lessons in one day? What are the chances of that?

My first class was History of Magic, and that's about as fun as sitting down and doing nothing for three hours straight. Actually, I think doing that would be better.

Thought I did get to play noughts and crosses with Ron. We forbid doing magical games a while ago when Ron set his cloak on fire and I managed to snap my glasses in half (and as they were on my face, I don't know how that happened).

My second class was Double Potions. With Snape. The professor who hates me.

He hates me more than I hate him, with is an accomplishment. He puts instructions on the board, then rubs them out because he assumes we would have memorised them.

Only Hermione can do that.

Potions runs through class two and three, and then there's Divination, which is fourth.

Worst class ever. Trelawney makes it sound as though I'm on my death bed, which I'm not. I swear!

After was lunch, which I guess will be fun (I have to deal with Ron and Hermione bickering all the time though).

After lunch was my final class of the day, the class I'd usually enjoy, the one I used to love.

Up until Umbridge ruined it all, of course.

Double Defence. Really? I thought I'd at least have some free time to myself, but after that is only a couple hours, which I'll be spending on the Quidditch pitch with Ron, because he wanted to get better.

And that'll be fun.

Sarcasm.

|HP|

As soon as we got into our History of Magic classroom, we settled down and listened to Binns start droning in about the goblin wars or whatever.

I'm sure this would be interesting if he actually used expression in his voice. Otherwise it sounds the same as if he were talking about walls.

Everyone got bored immediately. Some fell asleep. Ron and I didn't. We just started playing our Muggle games like we usually do.

Binns kept going on and on, finishing his topic on the goblins and going onto their riots and other things that I didn't listen to.

The class fell into its usual stupor, with the exception of Hermione. She listened to Binns intently, making notes occasionally and, sometimes, looking over at Ron and I and sniffing.

That got even more irritating than Binns' voice.

That lesson felt like it took half the day.

~~~

Now it's Double Potions, which is practically hell.

No, wait, it is hell.

Snape was being more malicious to me than normal. It could be that he caught me pointing my wand at Malfoy, half spitting out a curse earlier. Malfoy is his favourite student, after all.

I swear teachers aren't supposed to have favourites?

He was only saying my potion is bad. Nobody else! Not even Neville - and you just know something's up then.

I looked at the instructions on the chalkboard, squinting a little. I could've sworn it said to stir clockwise earlier, but now it says to stir it counter-clockwise. Is Snape messing with me?

I'm sure the potions are messing with my head.

That was a great lesson.

~~~

I rush led out of the dungeon as soon as class ended and turn to the direction of the North Tower.

I waited for a second for Ron to catch up, before we raced each other up. We do this every time, to try and have a little bit of fun before class starts.

I've won four times so far, Ron's won five.

I was determined to win this time (to even out the scores, you know?), so I snuck into one of my secret passageways that I hadn't told Ron about.

I got to the tower rather quickly by doing that and waited by the ladder. I noted with satisfaction that Ron hadn't turned up.

Perhaps that can be my method from now on? A new passageway every time, though. I can't lie to my best mate, especially about something as stupid as this.

Ron came panting five minutes later, and he gave me a look of astonishment.

"Luck and method, Ron," I said, smirking. "Luck and method."

He just stared at me, confused, before he raced up the ladder after me.

I sat on one of the seats and stared into the crystal ball. I think I zoned out a bit there, I can't remember when Ron appeared.

(And since nobody would trust Ron with a time turner - and since he wouldn't choose extra lessons anyway - it had to be me.)

I think he might've been talking to me. I wasn't paying attention.

I know, I know, Harry, why weren't you paying attention to your best mate?

I saw something in the crystal ball.

Was I seeing? I hope not, I don't want to end up like Trelawney. Plus, when they zone out and stuff it looks really creepy. And I don't want to be obsessed with death and all that.

S'matter of fact, I don't want to be like Trelawney at all.

I stopped paying attention to my thoughts and focused on the ball's image, tuning out Ron's voice even further.

There was a class in which everyone was reading. Heaven for Hermione, I'm sure.

I saw Malfoy, his blond hair is hard to miss after all, pointing his wand at someone. Me?

I'm either being warned or being told in order to go along with it. What would happen if I avoided his curse?

Because it's sure to be a curse, Malfoy wouldn't cast a nice spell on me. Not at all.

At least I could tell Trelawney that I was going to suffer.

I thought it was going to be soon. Malfoy didn't look older, so it's safe to assume that.

"Honestly, mate, are you even listening to anything I'm saying?"

"Sorry, can you say it again?"

"Honestly, Harry, you suck sometimes."

"You love me for it."

"I definitely don't."

~~~

Draco's POV:

I had a plan. It worked very well in my opinion.

There was this spell - it was a rather old one, where it was Latin to English exactly, and not just shortened, but that just meant it would be more powerful.

After all, those old spells were banned for a reason.

It didn't make all that much sense, but it was in my father's spell book and that's usually full of dark magic.

I quickly read over the piece of paper I had taken from the book before I cast it on Potter.

Sentio dolore morten misera est. Nocte una, et dilexit ones plenis venit.

That was the actual spell. I made sure I pronounced it correctly. It took many sleepless nights to achieve, but I managed it.

It's the English part that doesn't make all that much sense to me.

Pain you feel, death is undone. One night full and loved ones come.

This spell can be considered Dark Magic. Many people say that it is not possible for your loved ones to come back from death.

That is not strictly true.

If you feel the pain that your loved ones had felt at one point in their life, the worst piece of pain they'd ever felt, or the worst piece of pain you yourself have ever felt.

One full night of panic, and the next day one of your dead loved ones come back. If you do this spell numerous times, the pain is multiplied, until you die from the impact.

Nobody has ever survived this spell if they do it more than once. Take heed.

You feel pain until you're full of it, every single inch of your body. If you manage to survive he e, the next morning your loved one shall come back.

Okay, maybe I do understand more than I did, I'm just not certain I want Potter's parents to come back.

Although it does mean he'd be full of pain...

I'll use the spell on him in Defence. He won't see it coming.

I enter the classroom, my usual signature Malfoy smirk evident on my face.

Potter looks at me warily. Does he know what I'm going to do?

No, of course not, the only possible way for him to know would be in Divination, and I know how terrible he is in that classroom. I heard him complaining about it to the Weasel.

I sit at my desk and get my wand out in preparation, hiding it under my desk so both Professor Umbridge and Potter were unaware.

At that moment, Umbridge entered the room.

"Wands away," she spoke her signature greeting. I rolled my eyes, did she really expect that people would still get their wands out at this point? "Good morning class."

A stony silence filled the room.

"Dear, dear," she tuttered. When I say good morning class, you reply with 'good morning Professor Umbridge'. Shall we try again? Good morning class."

"Good morning Professor Umbridge." Many people just muttered it under their breath, while I could see Potter just sitting there, not bothering to speak at all.

She smiled (making her toad features even more pronounced) and spoke. "That wasn't too hard, was it? Now, when I ask you a question, you will reply with either 'yes, Professor Umbridge' or 'no, Professor Umbridge'. Do you all have your Slinkard books?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," rang throughout the room.

Once Umbridge's back is turned, I spot Potter and Thomas close. Thomas glares at Potter as he gives him two Sickles. Potter just smirked that aggravating smirk in return.

Now's the time. I point my wand at Potter discreetly and whisper the spell.

"Sentio dolore morten misera est nocte una, et dilexit ones plenis venti."

Potter immediately scrunched his face up in pain and raised his hand, his hand shaking.

"Yes, Mr Potter?" Umbridge said once she had turned around.

"Please may I go to the Hospital Wing? I don't feel very well."

"No, Mr Potter," Umbridge said nastily. "You appear to be fine in my eyes, so I believe you are lying to try and escape my lesson."

Potter sat down again, and it's clear how much pain he's in. I grin.

I didn't think the spell would work this quickly, and I'm extremely happy it did.

Once the bell rings, Potter, the Mudblood and the Weasel all travel in the direction of the Hospital Wing. I pause before following them, wanting to catch some of their conversation.

"... spaced out..." Potter was saying. "In Divination... Malfoy... pointing his wand... I saw it in the crystal ball."

I'd finally gotten close enough to hear what he was saying.

"I wasn't sure whether I should change it or not."

He saw what happened, like I'd suspected at the beginning of the lesson. Why didn't he change it though? Surely he knew that I wouldn't have good intentions...

Maybe he didn't know what the spell was. Maybe.

Rubbish ending, but it's all shaping up. I made up the spell and translated it to Latin. Hope you enjoyed this new story. I'm really sorry about how slow the other stories are going, say if I made up a new story I would have about a million ideas. Then I go to chapter 10 of a different story and I have none. I occasionally get ideas, but that's in the middle of the night, and I forget by the time it's morning. Well, now that I've got that little rant out of the way. I'll get the next chapter out as soon as possible, once I've done the chapters for my other stories.

Edit: Ahhhh this took so long! I hope you like the new version though! I changed the beginning from 1st person to 3rd person to 1st person again, that's why it took so long XD Some of the other chapters I changed to 3rd person as well, so I'm going to have to change that... Hope you enjoyed it! I hope I'll get the next chapter out soon! Bye!

-RomioneAndHinny