[Harry and Ron walk into the Entrance Hall with their belongings and pets, which they leave with the rest of the students' luggage.]

Harry: See you, Hedwig! [he and Ron then run up the steps] So a house-elf shows up in my bedroom, we can't get through the barrier to Platform 9¾, we almost get killed by a tree... clearly someone doesn't want me here this year.

"That's literally what Dobby said, Henry." Ariel stated.

"Not a Ravenclaw, but has a Ravenclaw girlfriend." Jasper started.

"Thank Merlin you gain some common sense due to Avery." Amara concluded, their friends nodded in agreement.

[Reaching the top of the stairs, they come face-to-face with the caretaker, Argus Filch and his pet cat, Mrs. Norris]

Filch: [glaring at them with a malicious smile] Well, take a good look, lads. This night might well be the last you spend in this castle. [Harry and Ron glance at each other nervously] Oh, dear, we are in trouble. [he smiles more devilishly; moments later, Harry and Ron are standing in Severus Snape's classroom]

"Merlin, I hate that guy." Sirius, Marlene, and Theo stated.

Snape: [holding up a newspaper article about their flying car at King's Cross Station] You were seen by no less than seven Muggles! [furiously throws the newspaper aside and glares at them] Do you have any idea how serious this is? You have risked the exposure of our world. Not to mention the damage you inflicted on a Whomping Willow that's been on these grounds since before you were born!

Ron: Honestly, Professor Snape, I think it did more damage to us.

Some people chuckled at the boys response.

Snape: Silence! [walking around his desk towards them] I assure you... that were you in Slytherin and your fate rested with me, the both of you would be on the train home tonight! As it is.

"Merlin, give them a break, Sev. Their just kids." Evan groaned, making Snape slightly slump into his seat.

Dumbledore: They are not. [Harry, Ron, Snape, and Filch turn towards the doorway to see Dumbledore standing there, accompanied by his associate, Professor McGonagall. Both of them are looking stern.]

"Savior complex." The dynamic duo coughed.

Harry: [glancing at Dumbledore and McGonagall] Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall.

Snape: Headmaster, these boys have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry. As such...

Dumbledore: I'm well aware of our bylaws, Severus, having written more than a few myself. However, as Head of Gryffindor House, it is for Professor McGonagall to determine the appropriate action.

Ron: We'll go and get our stuff.

McGonagall: What are you talking about, Mr. Weasley?

Ron: Well, you're going to expel us, aren't you?

"Always optimistic that one." The twins snorted.

McGonagall: Not today, Mr. Weasley. But I must impress upon both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to your families tonight. And you will both receive detention.

[Harry and Ron turn back to Snape who casts a glare of pure venom at them]

Dumbledore: And now I suggest that we all return to the feast. There is a delicious-looking custard tart that I am most anxious to sample.

[Dumbledore and McGonagall exit the office and Snape follows behind with a disapproving facial expression. Harry and Ron pass Filch. Harry notices a envelope on the ground and picks it up. It's addressed to Filch and is about the basics of magic.]

Harry: Eh, Mr. Filch, you dropped this.

[Filch eyes the envelope before he grabs it and stuffs it in his pocket fast while looking flabbergasted. Harry and Ron walk on.]

[The Whomping Willow sulks in the courtyard, slings strung about its injured branches.  camera cranes over the castle walls, revealing the exterior of GREENHOUSE THREE, where students hurry inside for the beginning of class. As Harry and Ron enter, Jasper, Seamus, Neville and some of the other Gryffindors hover nearby.]

Neville: Detention.  On the first day?

Seamus: That must be some kind of record.

The Marauders gape. "We get detention during the first week." Sirius started.

"But never the first day!" Peter concluded.

"Fellas, we clearly need to step up our game." Remus stated.

"Yeah, I'm already being shown up by my own son!" James argued.

Hermione: I should think you'd count yourself lucky that's all you got.

Ron: I should think you'd mind your own
business.

[They glare at each other.]

Jasper: [smirks] Just kiss already.

"Yes, give the audience what we want!" A random student yelled. Ron and Hermione were blushing furiously.

Multiple people yelled in agreement.

"The people love Romione, I see." Ariel giggled.

"Wait until they watch our fourth year." Amara snickered, her friends joined.

[Ron and Hermione start to blush as their friends chuckle at them. Hermione then walks to Avery, Ariel and Amara to sit with them for class.]

[Professor Sprout, a squat little witch, TAPS her wand on a stack of pots.]

Professor Sprout: Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years.  Today, we will be re-potting Mandrakes.  Now, who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake?  [Multiple hands go up, but Hermione's hand goes up the fastest] Yes, Miss Granger.

Hermione: Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been transfigured to their original state. 

Avery: For example, if I was to transfigure Malfoy into a ferret, his true state, and I didn't do the counter spell, he could drink the potion and sadly be a human again. [she smirked as many around her snickered, while Draco redden in embarrassment glaring at her, she sends a wink in response.]

The great hall's laughter could be heard from America.

"Why a ferret? Out of all animals?" Dorcas snorted.

"I don't know, I just felt like that was really him. Third and fourth year proved that theory." Avery said dramatically waving her hands around spiritually.

Hermione: [shaking her laughter away] It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it.

Professor Sprout: Excellent.  Ten points to Gryffindor, and ten to Ravenclaw for the example. As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet.  However, they will knock you out for several hours. That is why I have provided each of you with a pair of earmuffs. If you would then... [she gestures to the earmuffs on the tables.] please put them on, right away? Quickly! [Ron frowns. He's gotten a bright pink fluffy pair. The class secures their earmuffs] Flaps tight down, and watch me closely. You grasp your Mandrake firmly, you pull it sharply up out of the pot...

[She grasps one of the tufty plants before her... and pulls. Harry gasps. Instead of roots, a small, muddy, extremely ugly BABY pops out of the earth, leaves growing right out of its head, screech crying.]

All: Aah! Ooh! [All the students clutch onto their earmuffs]

The students all reacted the same, covering their ears from the retched screams on the screen.

Professor Sprout: Got it? And... now you dunk it down into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm. [Professor Sprout plunges the bawling creature deep into a pot]

Neville: Uhh... [Neville's eyes roll back.  He faints.]

Alice smiled lightly at her son, "It's okay. I'm kind of weary around those plants too."

Professor Sprout: Uh, Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs.

Seamus: No, ma'am, he's just fainted.

Professor Sprout: Yes, well, just leave him there. Right! On we go! Plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mandrake, and pull it up!

[The whole class pulls out their Mandrakes, the room is filled with screeching, screaming cries. Draco pets his plant, taunting it by putting his finger in it's mouth. The plant then bites down and Draco struggles to get it back for a second, he glares at the Mandrake, then shove it into it's pot.]

Narcissia giggled at her son's behavior as Theo and Blaise were on the floor laughing away.

[Percy enters in the company of Penelope Clearwater, just as Nearly Headless Nick glides by.]

Penelope: There's Nearly Headless Nick.

Percy: Hello, Sir Nicolas.

Nearly Headless Nick: Hello, Percy. Miss Clearwater.

[At the Gryffindor table, Ariel and Hermione have their noses buried in Gilderoy Lockhart's Travels with Trolls. Amara and Jasper were eating while Avery was reading a book on third year hexes. Ron runs gobs of Spellotape over his broken wand, shakes his head grimly.]

"Ah, my daughter reading advanced hexes. She's perfect." Jasmine wiped a fake tear from her eye.

"I was just finishing that book. I was already starting fourth year hexes the next week." Avery grinned.

"Harry James Potter, you better marry her!" James and Sirius yelled.

"No! Absolutely not! No marriage until she's thirty!" Remus scolded his friends.

Harry leans to his girlfriend and whispers, "Love, he is going to hate the years after this movie."

Avery sighed heavily, "I'm already dreading it."

Ron: Say it. I'm doomed.

Harry/ Avery/ Jasper: You're doomed.

Avery: Molly is going to throw a fit, Ronald.

Jasper: You, Bilius, are in deep shit.

[Ron groans and throws his head on the table.]

Avery: By the way Potter, I already made a bet with Theo and Blaise that we will win the first quidditch game. [huffs] Those blokes won't tell me who Slytherin's new seeker is.

Jasper: Just ask Pucey. He'll tell you.

Amara: Yeah, rumor has it he has a crush on you. [she smirked at her friend's blushing face and Harry's jealous look.]

Hermione, Ginny, and Amara swoon lightly, "Adrien Pucey."

Remus looked furious, "Who the bloody hell is Adrien Pucey?!"

Avery giggled at her dad's protective state, "Pucey was a Slytherin, year above me, a beater, and not too shabby on the eyes."

"Yet, he doesn't have the girl." Harry stated narrowing his eyes.

"Jealous Potter. You're going to be seeing him for the next three movies." Jasper laughed.

Avery: [shrugs] Who doesn't have a crush on me?

Ariel: [snorts] Way to be egotistical.

Avery: [shakes her head] No, please tell me who doesn't have a crush on me so I can be friends with them. [rolls her eyes] I'm tired of being friends with males who have crushes on me. [Harry goes to say something, she lifts her finger] Shut up, Harold. You don't like me, you have an obsession over me that will go away soon.

Harry:[smirks] I would like to test your theory, love. Kiss me and I'll know for sure if it's an obsession or not.

"Ok, that was a bit smooth, Potter." Blaise lightly clapped.

[Harry leans in to kiss the girl sitting next to him, but she mushes his face backwards just as... FLASH! -- a light blinds Harry. He blinks, finds a small boy (Colin Creevey) standing before him with a camera.]

Colin: Hiya, Harry. I'm Colin Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor too.

"Oi! He is just too cute!" Jasmine cooed at the screen. Her friends agreeing with her.

Harry: Hello, Colin. Nice to meet --

Colin: They're for my dad -- the pictures. He's a milkman, you know, a Muggle, like all our family's been until me. No one knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till we got my letter from Hogwarts. Everyone just thought I was mental.

Ron: Imagine that.

Avery: Adorable. Colin, can you please make a copy of that picture for me?

Colin: [he nods] Say, Harry. D'you think your friend could take a photo of me and you standing together? Ya' know, to prove I've met you?

"Now that's fangirl behavior." Natalie muttered.

[Harry glances at Ron. He looks positively homicidal. Mercifully, just then, owls stream into the Hall.]

Dean: Post is here!

[One after another, the birds swoop gracefully down, clutching letters from home. All except one, who plops beak-first into Ron's soup. Errol.]

Ron: Bloody bird's a menace -- Oh... no.

"Don't be rude to Errol, Ronald." Luna lightly huffed.

Seamus: Heads up, everyone. Weasley's gotten himself a Howler.

Avery: Told you. Molly's pissed.

Neville: Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my Gran once... and it was horrible.

[Ron looks pale. Clutched in Errol's beak is a damp red envelope. Hands shaking, he takes it, opens Mrs. Weasley's voice thunders, sending plates and spoons rattling.]

Mrs. Weasley: RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! (the letter turns to Ginny, softening suddenly) Oh, and Ginny dear. Congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud.

The future generation recited the howler, giggling.

"You guys bloody remembered that?" Peter snickered.

"It's been implanted in our heads for years!" Ginny laughed.

[Ginny, sitting a bit apart from the others, looks up shyly, then returns to the small black book she's scribbling in. Ron watches the envelope rip itself to pieces, then endures howls of laughter from the other House tables. Colin Creevey snaps a few photos. Harry looks sympathetically at Ron.]

Harry: Look at it this way. How much
worse can things get?

"He jinxed you guys didn't he?" Lily whined. They all nodded.

Avery: Encouraging words, Harold. You clearly forgot we have that frauds class. Trust me, it's just getting started.

"She's always right." Harry huffed.