After that wonderful breakfast about how Americans talk, James, Dom, Fred, and I walked down to the dungeons.

"I always hated these. There so cold." I said. Dom nodded. Parkington opened the dungeon door.

"Come on, file in. Ingredients are on the board. Get your cauldrons, ingredients are in the supply cabinet." she lazily growled.

I sat next to James. He got the potion ingredients, and I got the cauldron. I put the water in, and prepared to boil it. "Er... Okay, so.. Boil it... Uhm, on Medium for two minutes." I nodded. "I think the board says to: abb six suake faugs to the wotar. Anb wix nntile it's pombery."

"it says: add six snake fangs to th mortar. And mix unlike its powdery." he whispered to me. I blushed. "heh... Im sorry, I suck at this."

I carefully put in four of the crushed snake fangs. James mixed it clockwise five times, and changed the heat to high for ten seconds. I took my wand, and mixed it. Then, I added porcupine quills.

After half an hour, the potion was complete. Parkington came around.

"Ugh. Please, Potter, Smith, that potion is utterly correct." she vanished it.

"you said it was correct! What did you vanishing for?" she sneered, "because I don't like you." "nice, aren't you?" I mumbled, sarcasticly.

"what was that, Smith?" "nothing." "tell me! Now!" I smiled.

"what's the magic word?" "JUST TELL ME!" I smirked, and idea forming in myhead.

"I won't say nothing if you don't say please!" she rolled her eyes. "Please, tell me, Smith."

"NOTHING!" every single Gryffindor was laughing histercicly.

"ugh!" she screamed at me:

"FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, SMITH!"

Poo. I'm such a retard.

My fellow Gryffindorors weren't very happy with me. I wonder why!!

In History of Magic, it was normal.

Fred, James, Dom and I played Hangman. It was from Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Then it just accorded to me...

I've never been into one of my best friends dads store!

Huh.

"I just realised, Fred, I've never been into your dads joke shop!" they gasped at me. "Well, this Christmas, James and I will have to take you, won't we?" I smiled. "I guess so!"

After the first few letters appeared on the magical game sheet, I guessed it right away.

I wrote it in with my quill.

In my rather scraggly, messy, awkward, non girlie, boy like, dyslexic handwriting, I wrote:

U NO POO! IT'S COLORFUL- AND.... FUN TO PLAY WITH, NOT TO EAT!!!!!

I snickered. "How'd you..." "Lucky guess, but damn Weasleys...... " Dom and Fred rolled their eyes. "I'm just kidding, kidding!"

"Smithsonaian! What's the year when the First Goblin Rebelion began!?"

I smiled, and replied to the boring ghost Proffessor Binns.

"I believe, that it was the year you had died. So... The year, I dont know, the eightieth year in the whole world?" he frowned. He sighed and to my surprise, he said:

"Correct, Miss Smithsoinian. The year I-" blah blah blah blah.

When we sat down, later that day, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, I hummed to myself.

"You gotta get up and try, try, try. You gotta get up and try!"

"SMITH!" I looked up from my game of phoney wand sword battle with Fred.

Ofcourse, I was winning. Sucker.

"yes, Professor Boone?" he smiled a nasty smile, and asked me,

"What is the spell that stuns the opponent?" I smiled, and said:

"Er, Stupify." he raised his eyebrow.

"it's, sir. Yes..." he opened his mouth. "YES SIR!" I snickered.

"there's no need to call ME sir, professor. I'm a girl, arent I?" he growled, "Forty points from Gryffindor." I frowned.

Shit.

"NOW! OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!" I shrugged, grabbed my bag, and set off towards the common room.

I have a whole hour and a half until Double Transfiguration.

"Password?" I quickly said, well, snapped, "Golden Trio." "no need to snap at me!"

The Fat Lady opened up the portrait whole to the common room.

I sat on the red satin couch by the flaming fire that had this mornings 'Daily Prophet' crumbled in it. Well, Rita Skeeter was on the cover, doing a documentary on a cloud. Wait.

A cloud!? What the fucking hell!?

Trying to controll my laughter, I took a mirror from the mantel on the fireplace. In my hands, I noticed how messy my braid was. With a frown, I took it out of its place.

Since the Gryffindor common room was empty, and I was doing my hair, I took out my wand, and muttered, "Accio hairbrush."

I was able to wet the brush in my dormitory bathroom, and brush out my jet black hair. My hair was a bit wavy from the braid. So, I took the straightener I hid in my make up bag the I also hid from James and Fred's view and looked at my now frizzy hair.

I sighed, and plugged it in. With an image in my head, I began to work.

I began to straiten the lower layers first. I got to my side bangs, and I straightened them. They became super straight, with a little bit of a small curve. I pinned them back, and grabbed my bag. I met James and Fred and Dom and the Reston the Gryffindorors at Proffessor Weasleys classroom.

We filed in, and I sat in the back. Dom was on my right, James on my right, and Fred next to James. I took out my homework. This is one of my best, and favourite subjects.

Dom looked at mine, and how I explained the meaning of why you transfigured a mouse into a snuffer box, how it's done, the uses of the transformation, and it had to be at least seven inches long.

James, Fred, and Doms essay on what we learned last Friday before break was about seven or eight inches. Same with everyone else's. Phineas Flinns essay was eleven inches long.

Mine was.. Er... Fourteen inches. Only Gryffindor is in this class, and all the second years were glancing at me with disbelief.

"what? I also included a picture!" Hermione collected mine last. She smiled, and went to her desk.

"Alright, class! Today we are gonna be working on a simple project! A individual project. Not much we should really learn, because on Friday, it's the end of the first term. So, the project- is up on the board."

We nodded. "I'll read the basic idea of the project aloud." I smiled, and mouthed, 'Thank you'. She nodded and smiled.

"So, basically, you are each going to pick a item out if, and come up with a spell to do say how it became something. The object you will pick, will be something ordinary, and you'll have to make up something that goes along with the object. Then, create a spell that might go along with it, you will not perform the spell, but you will have to make a model of the object you pick, and what might transform into it. So, all of the objects you can use are over there. Make a 3D model. There's clay, boxes, now, come and get a item, one by one."

We all understood the project.

"This is due on the first day of next term!"

We all went up and chose from the table.

I was the last to pick. So, of course, everyone else chose something easy. I had the last object. A combat boot.

I went to go grab some materials, when Professor Binns wandered in. Or, more like, flew through the door, because he's a ghost.

"Now, uh, Miss Gengald-" "I got married, remember? It's not Hranger now, it's Weasley. I bit married to Ron." "oh, yes, yes."

His eyes were dazed. He slowly began to drag on what he was saying to the class.

"Miss Smithsonian-" "it's Smith." I corrected. "I asked her a question when she wasnt paying attention, like everyone else, so I asked her a question. I asked her when the first Goblin Rebelion began. She answered with this answer:

'Uhm, the year you died, so... The eightieth year that world was alive?' She was correct-" Hermione shrugged.

"I just realised that Miss Smith answered correctly, surprisingly, but she also insulted me. So, therefore, I must say to you, ten points from Gryffindor. I believe that you have lost one hundred points today. So, it's been decided that I'd give you a detention. I won't be holding it. Proffessor Weasleybe will."

I looked sad.

"You will have to be down here in this classroom after dinner, right after you finish eating." he then floated through the wall.

"me and Harry, and Ron lost one hundred and fifty points in one day. All together, that is. So, guess what? We didn't get a detention." I shrugged.

DINNER:

Hermione's P.O.V.

"Ron, love, after dinner I have to go back to school." "Ahh. Detention?" I nodded.

I hugged and kissed him. "Ill be there for an hour or so. Tell Hugo once he gets back from Harry and Ginnys that his dinners out." he nodded. I hugged him again, and flooed.

Sky was in there already, sitting there. "Sky, hey, you got a hundred percent on that essay. An O, so.... I think that that O isn't just for your grade- but how about one hundred points to Gryffindor?" she smiled a wide, big, kind smile.

She ran up, and hugged me. "thank you, Mrs. Weasley." "Your welcome, Sky." "oh... Thisis weird.." she went and sat down.

"you coming for Christmas?" I asked. She nodded. "yea, I am, on the twenty third. I'm going to visit my Greek family at Camp, and clean out the attic, if you remember my punishment. So, I've never seen Camp in the Winter, so it'll be new! All my Camp friends- well, family, you know what I mean-" I nodded, and she continued.

"Are gonna be there, and I haven't seen them for along time... I don't known they had gotten the letters.. I sent Annabeth and Percy one.. But my godmother, Sally, contacted me the other night through Iris Message, and said that she and Percy will pick me up, and that well go on a plane, so...."

A hour later, Sky had left detention, and I went home.

Me, Ron, Angelina, Harry, Ginny, and George have a secret. We're all going to California for a few days, and we rented a little vacation house by the mountains, and by the beach.

Also, we kind of have to followe James and Fred on their special mission. Lord Zeus told us.

But, I guess, Fred and James just have to save Sky really quick, because of... I don't know. But why would they have to save her?

A 'Bond. James Bond.' movie title came to my mind.

Skyfall.

Lyrics... Adele.... The song..... They came to me.

This is what it goes like, or something like this:

"And at Skyfall.... We will crumble... We will stand tall.. And face it all, together.... At...........

SKYFALL."

Oh my gods. I think.... Maybe...

Either the Sky will ACTUALLY fall...

Or...

Maybe......

The Sky won't fall.

Something else will.

The Sky won't fall.

But.... She might....

Maybe....

Sky will fall.

Maybe..

Skylar Alana Pandora Smith....

Might fall.

Well, Skyfall.... Two options.

Chicken Little option, I doubt it....

And then there's the other option. The option thats pretty likely, considering her goddessly part.

Sky might fall.