Monday morning soon came and the first year Gryffindor pupils found their way to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Oi! Perce! Pass us the newspaper!" Fred and George shouted to their brother, who handed the DailyProphet over stiffly. Jay drizzled her pancakes with maple syrup and chocolate sauce as she looked over at the newspaper. The photo on the front was moving and Jay shook her head to clear it. She was still getting used to he fact that photos and paintings could talk and move!

"Let's see what rubbish they've written for us today!" Fred said, opening the paper up as he chewed on a piece of bacon.

"Aah here it is. Oh lovely what a nice compliment." Fred said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What did they say?" Jay and Lee questioned, eagerly trying to peer at the paper.

"Yesterday afternoon Albus Dumbledore was questioned after allowing two underage wizards to perform the Memoria spell on another child. The two boys in question were none other than Arthur Weasley's twin boys, Fred and George Weasley.

They had performed it the day before and were in a coma for several hours. The ministry are looking to terminate the headmaster from Hogwarts for breaking several educational decrees.

Since yesterday, Millicent Bagnold, the current minister for magic has been in several meetings with the headmaster. Madam Pomfrey, the mediwitch had this to say "Oh of course I was furious. The girl had lost her memory just the day before after an accident concerning the groundskeeper!"

After this incident the Daily Prophet after that the school should be shut down until a proper headmaster or headmistress can be appointed.

But why would the Weasleys have so many children? All we know is that they are unfit to be parents after willingly sending their children off to a place like Hogwarts." George sighed.

"They're always finding some way to poke fun at us or our parents!" The boy groaned. Jay looked at him in confusion.

"And half the time it doesn't even make sense!" Fred added. A few moments later, Professor McGonagall came around with the timetables for the first years.

"Potions with Snape. Apparently he's the worst!"

"Well dear brother of mine, we must be on our way to annoy this fella!"

"That we must George that we must! You coming, Jay?" The three of them left the hall and made their way to the dungeons.

Snape was waiting outside one class impatiently tapping his foot, he glared at the trio especially the two boys. "Sir are you trying to tap dance, I think it goes a bit more like this!" Jay said cheekily and showed off her moves. She patted him on the chest and strode past him into the dungeon. The boys sniggered and followed suit. They reached the back of the classroom and high-fived Jay.

After the whole class entered, Snape stormed in, his robes billowing behind him. "Sir before you start, may I ask you a question?"

"You already did, but what is it Weasley?" Snape spat.

"Well sir, what do you get if you mix soap and hair? Clean hair! But you wouldn't know that, would you Sevvy?" The class laughed as Snape turned grey.

"Weasley! Ten points from Gryffindor! And another five for the mudblood's joke earlier!" All eyes glared at Snape. Especially the purebloods and halfbloods and though the muggleborns had no idea what it meant, they knew it was bad.

Fred and George got their wands out and pointed them at Snape threateningly. "We don't know any good spells yet but if you say that word again, we will study so hard that we are able to hex you into oblivion!" Snape had never been more afraid of two amateur wizards who didn't know any magic. In fact, he had ever been afraid of two amateur wizards who didn't know any magic before. Apart from those stupid maraudering blunderheads!

"I am hardly afraid of two children holding sticks!" He lied as he shoved past them, and launched into a well practised speech. Fred thought that he probably had nothing better to do than practise the big first lesson speech — and plot revenge against his students of course!

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few...Who possess, the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention! Mister Weasley, Mister Weasley and Miss Davies. Our new celebrities." Snape drawled as he glared at the three troublemakers in front of him. Jay held out both of her fists and Fred bumped one whilst George bumped the other. The trio smirked identical smirks as Snape glared. Fred was certain that his right eye was twitching and not in a healthy way either.

"Turn to page 32 and be quick about it. Follow the instructions. You will present it at the front in an hour and a half. Start." The potions master snapped and he retreated to his chambers to clear his head. The class heard something bang into the door, Jay was dared to go and see what it was, so she cautiously peeked behind the door.

Jay looked into the room and saw Snape throwing darts. He turned round and Jay took this opportunity to see what was behind the door. It was a picture. A picture of...Harry Potter? The boy who lived? Why? Snape spun round and Jay pulled her head back and raced to her seat. Snape re-entered and shot a look at Jay who smiled innocently. Jay hurriedly whispered everything to the twins and smirked.

"Okay. Stir counter clockwise and add the quills once taken off the heat." The twins instructed as Jay made the potion. After an hour and a half, Snape came back to inspect their potions.

"Passable." He said, brushing past their cauldrons, purposely spilling some onto Jay. "Stupid girl!" He snarled as Jay left the room.

"Back again, dear?" The nurse asked kindly. Jay had been in the hospital every day. It was the third day, because Friday didn't count, that she had been in the hospital wing.

By the time that Jay was allowed to leave the hospital wing, potions class had ended and Fred escorted her to transfiguration.

"Weasley! Davies! You are late and on the first day! Do you care to explain?" Professor McGonagall screeched as they took their seats.

"Potions mishap, Minnie," Fred said coolly, "Old Sevvy down there decided it would be fun to spill a boil potion onto Jay." He explained as the Professor turned from pink to a very dark shade of red.

"Five points from Gryffindor for your disrespect to a teacher, Mr Weasley. Anymore cheek and it will be detention!" The agitated teacher said through gritted teeth. Fred opened his mouth and George could swear that a vein had popped out on her neck. His brother had obviously noticed too so he closed his mouth.

"Now today we won't be doing any magic, we will just be taking notes, so pay attention!" The class groaned. They had expected to be doing something fun not taking notes! "Ok, open textbooks to page 12 and read chapter one, then take out your quills and inkwells to answer a short quiz. Afterwards the answers to the quiz will be checked over and if you have got them all correct they will be your notes and you won't have any homework!"

Fred took out his book and read chapter one, then he put his hand up for the quiz. It was not short at all. In total there were about 100 questions on two sheets of parchment. Slowly he answered the questions and he hadn't even finished when the bell rung. Only one person in the entire class had answered all of the questions, though it was because she had read the text before coming to Hogwarts. "There's always one," remarked Jay as they walked to lunch.

"Hmm?"

"The class know-it-all, I mean, come on, there's always one!" Jay said, staring at the mostly blank parchment in her hands, the unanswered questions staring back at her. Out of a hundred, she had answered eleven, though it was still better than Fred and George who had only answered five each. She sighed. Fred and George sat opposite her and Lee. They took a toasted sandwich and ate in silence. Suddenly Jay groaned. "I can't believe Minnie set us homework on the first day!" She scrawled something down on her parchment and smiled. Fred tried to glance over to see what she had put but Jay shielded it from him.

Jay and the twins hurried to charms. The man at the front of the class appeared at first to be extremely tall, but when the trio took their seats, they realised that, in fact he was very short, much shorter than everyone except a very timid Ravenclaw, who the trio knew was called Esme Hallow. However it was only by a couple of inches. Flitwick started the lesson by taking the register.

"Jay?"

"Here!"

"Esme?"

"Here." She said it so quietly that not even the person sat next to her could hear her. Flitwick asked again.

"Esme?" The little girl raised her voice as loud as it would go and that time she was heard.

"Here!"

"Fred?"

"Sir, you have it spelt wrong on the register, it should be Gred!"

"Oh, sorry Gred." The class snickered slightly as the boys sighed dramatically.

"Oh really, sir. People are always getting us—"

"—mixed up, it really is quite annoying. Now I'm sure this means you have spelt Forge as George?"

"Oh, why yes!" The children were trying not too laugh, some covering their mouths to stifle their sniggering.

"So now that we have got that cleared up...Forge?" That was all it took and Jay couldn't take it any longer before she let out a snort, most of the class breaking too.

"What is funny, may I ask?" Flitwick asked, staring at Jay.

"Sir, no you may not ask, because you have already done so. Thus it would be pointless to ask again because you asked the question as you were asking for permission." The short man looked at her in disbelief.

"But are you going to answer the question?"

"Which one?" Flitwick turned pink. He had never met or had any students so rude but so clever, apart from those marauders when he had first started teaching.

Flitwick never found out what was so funny that day, but from that moment on whenever he took the register, there was always a slight snicker when reading Gred and Forge.

After like what seemed an eternity the trio had finished their first day at Hogwarts. Only three more months before Christmas, they couldn't help but think.