Hiya, broskies! Wow, ANOTHER STORY, and this one might actually be a chaptered fic. :D! HUZZAH!

I WARN you now, loves, this story will probably contain slash... Between whom, I'm not sure... Probably Harry and Neville xD MAYBE Harry and Draco. Seriously, I LOVE HARRYDRACO. Except when it's immediate. Then I'm like "Whoah, back up, didn't you two JUST hate eachother?"

Anyway, I'll try to update at the very least every other week, though CHAPTER ONE will probably be up sooner than tomorrow xD.

Word count(Without AN): 1'129. PATHETIC- but it's only the prologue :S

Disclaimer: For any aspiring author out there, THEN and THAN are two different fucking words ;D

STEPHEN! PROCEED!

Truthfully, that day had started out like any other day thus far. Harry had woken to the russle and loud comments of his dorm mates, none of them heading the fact that it was Friday, and Harry had a free period before he had to endure potions. The very least they could do was shut up and let him sleep in peace.

"Hey!" He yelled, throwing a pillow at Seamus, who was loudly proclaiming his thoughts on one of the fifth year hufflepuff girls, "Shut your bloody trap before I shut the damn thing for you!"

Ron laughed at his irritable friend, tossing the pillow back onto the bed, and ignoring a now whiny Seamus, "Come on and get up, Harry. Breakfast time!"

Harry just rolled over and threw the covers over his face. Ron rolled his eyes and finished buttoning his shirt, tugging his monotonous grey vest over his head and sliding on his robes, "Whatever, Harry. Just wake up before Potions, or I won't cover for you." Which was a complete lie. Ron had Harry's back no matter. Harry just groaned his agreement and snuggled deeper into the warm spot that had formed while he was asleep.

It was a good time later that he lazily blinked his eyes open, cast a dreary-sounding Tempus, and realized that he was almost three minutes late for the dreaded class.

He cursed loudly and jumped out of bed, tripping on a pair of dirty slacks. Rushing into the bathroom, he cleaned his face and tried-in vain-to brush his hair, only succeeding in making the cowlick near his forhead more prominent. Huffing as he rushed out of the bathroom, he quickly exchanged his pajama pants for a pair of clean slacks, and covered himself with a white button up shirt; slightly wrinkled. He looked around for his robes as he pulled on his vest and tie, tucking the thing in haphazardly as he realized he couldn't find them.

Checking the time again and seeing that he was now an entire eight minutes late, he grabbed his satchel and rushed out of the dorms, the tails of his untucked shirt flying out behind him.

The sound of a door almost slamming open echoed through the dungeon classroom, several heads turning to see a disoriented Harry Potter, somewhat out of dress code, rushing toward the empty seat beside Neville. He didn't look over as he caught an exasperated stare from Hermione out of the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Potter. I hope you realize your exaggerated status does not exempt you from following the rules."

"Of course not, sir," Harry murmured, almost glaring at his sneering Potions professor.

"The I expect you to be on time next class. 50 points from Gryffindor." Half the class groaned while a good number of the other half snickered. A few nasty glances were thrown at Harry, but most understood that Snape was just an arsehole, "I hope you've paid enough attention, Potter, as you're short Twenty minutes of the instructions. Neville should be able to explain."

They were brewing Animagus Revelae, a ridiculously tough potion even for sixth years. Of all people to get stuck with for a partner, Harry wished it hadn't been Neville. The kid was sweet, and loyal, but a tad skittish, and it effected his potions work dramatically.

"Alright Neville, what step are you on?"

"Erm, I think step four."

"Alright," Harry grabbed a handful of dried moonbud, "I'll start preparing for step six, if you'll measure the boonwax."

They worked semi-quietly for the rest of the hour, occasionally dropping silly comments and sharing a small laugh. Harry found himself enjoying talking to Neville, and the other boy found himself thinking similarly. After some debate, they decided that Neville would be the one to test it, the clumsy boy adding the allotted amount of blood and getting Harry's help in bottling their shiny blue potion-baby.

"Alright, when I come to your table, the chosen partner will test your potion, and I will decide whether mercy will be granted or not. The effects of the potion will wear off in about a minute."

As Snape started going around to different tables, Neville noticed how vast the difference between their potion and other potions were. Many of them were a bright orange, some a slightly darker shade, while two or three- including their own- were so off the color stream it was ridiculous.

"Harry," Neville whispered, drawing the boy's attention from watching Seamus develop some parrot-like features- including a beak, "I don't think we made this correctly."

"I really don't think we did, either," Harry grimaced as screeching sounds came from their aforementioned classmate.

Before Neville could voice his worries, he found Snape looming over them with a sadistic sneer. Silence fell over the classroom as the other students looked to the two worst potion makers in their house.

"If you'll please."

Neville carefully picked up the potion with shaking hands, almost tearing up as he swallowed around a knot in his throat. Harry watched, pained, as Neville began whimpered, and didn't think twice about what he was about to do.

"Neville, what are you doing! That's dangerous!"

Neville jumped slightly and looked over at Harry, who looked convincingly outraged, "You don't drink a potion with someone else's blood in it! Hand me that!" Before Neville could say anything to object, Harry had grabbed the bottle filled with shiny blue potion and downed it with a sour face.

The classroom was quiet for a moment, completely still as they watched the Chosen One cough and hack, wiping his mouth to get the potion off of his lips.

"Ugh, that tastes terrible," He murmured, wiping his tongue. After a deep breath and a grin aimed at his partner, Harry turned to Snape.

"Whellp! I guess it doesn't work! You're just gonna have to-!"

A sudden, intense pain had Harry doubled over, clutching his ears with a loud groan. A collection of gasps were heard as his two friends scurried over, instantly at his support. His legs wobbled and gave, the boy landing on his knees as the classroom watched the scene, Hermione and Ron looking worried as they tried to support some of his weight. There was a loud ringing in the Boy Hero's ears, and his vision blackened before giving out completely, the last sight reaching him being a frantic Neville apologizing over and over.

Oh Christ, what's Harry's animal THIS time? O:

Well, I can tell you right now, it isn't a fucking cat or bird. Seriously, those are getting old... then again, so are animagus fics xD

BUT THIS WAS A RIGHT OF PASSAGE D:!

Anyway, BRO. REVIEW. Or I'll turn Harry into a laundry hamper and allow my cat to whelp her kitten inside him. GROSS.

-ZucchiniBiscuits