The Third One

Chapter 8

I walk into the Great Hall and mail begins to flutter in when I see my owl coming down with an envelope. I catch it and he perched up on me as I opened it.

" Hunter,
Got into a fight, on the first day of classes? Well at least it was for good reasons. I have also received a message from Professor Dumbledore about a meeting? Care to explain? I am happy you were sorted into Gryffindor!! I hope you are having fun and not being very careless..
Love
Remus"

I smile at the letter and show George and Fred.

" It's not a howler?!!"

" He's ok with you fighting??!!"

" HOW??!!" They exclaim.

" It was for a good reason. If I had no good reason then that would be a howler." I say smugly.

George and Fred eat their food quietly then smile.

" Let's prank someone!" George whispers.

" Ok well we need materials." I say.

Fred pulls out a Fillibuster Firework and I roll my eyes.

" I always carry one!" He exclaims.

I chuckle and aim it at an unsuspecting Slytherin, Brian. I smirk and let it fly I duck my head. I hear a shriek and I look up and laugh at the scene. Brian was covered in various breakfast items. I cover my mouth from laughing too hard and he looks over at me glaring.

I smile and wave then show that deadly creepy smile we were getting to be known for, the smile that means there's more to come.

I finished eating and headed to my first class George and Fred trailing close behind sniggering about their latest victory. Entering the classroom I see Professor Snape's eyes trail on us.

" Mr Weasley. Mr Weasley. Mr Weasley." He sneers.

" Hello Professor." I say.

Sitting down soon everyone else files in quickly. He began talking but I wasn't paying much attention until he told us to start brewing a simple potion with the directions on the board. Getting up I get ingredients and begin brewing and soon my water is boiling. George and Fred were also boiling their water but on the wrong potion.

" Guys it's this potion." I say.

Turning the page I get them to the right one.

" Thanks." They whisper.

Getting up they collect other ingredients and sit down. Smirking we continue working. After an hour the potions were supposed to be ready, and mine was. Professor made occasional rude remarks about the potions of other Gryffindors, but none of mine just simply saying 'keep it up Weasley'. I'm not entirely sure if that was him being nice.. or not..

" Hand your finished potions up front. " he growls. Everyone took a sample and one by one put them up there labeled with a report.

When Fred, George and I came up he looked surprised at our skills as they looked sort of correct.

" Clean your cauldrons then class is dismissed. " he growls.

Scrubbing the cauldrons was actually fun. Well actually what was fun was throwing soap at each other and getting detention, again. Which none of us minded at all.