"Miss Elliot...Miss Elliot!.."

"Hmm..." I groggily unstuck my cheek from the desk and wiped a string of drool from my lips. How attractive.

"Ms Elliot! I am strongly against letting students sleep during my classes, if you could at least pretend to listen I may be able to pass you this year," muffled snickers broke out around the classroom. Normally, I enjoyed the company of my pudgy potions professor, but not after he wakes me up and then humiliates me in front all the whole class. Not that I felt humiliated, but he doesn't know that and it's the intention that matters.

"Professor," I said. "That was a very unkind comment."

"Well Miss Elliot I find it incredibly unkind to fall asleep while I am attempting to teach a class."

Touché.

"I was not asleep professor, I was merely resting my eyes...while continuing to listen to your thrilling lecture on," I glanced at the board, looking for a hint,"...uh...on... potion making...even though I have in fact, already heard it last year. I think that I was being very tolerant." Uh Oh...might have gone a little too far there.

"It is only the first week of school Ms Elliot and I suggest that you do not make a habit of 'resting your eyes' in my classroom. Detention, Friday night." He was now using his 'Disciplinary Professor' voice, so I managed to stop glaring and mutter, "Yes, sir."

"So I hear you have already managed to fall asleep in class and get a detention."

"You have a talent. I mean, it's the third day of school and you have been to bed by nine-thirty every day this week. Why would you even need to fall asleep in class?"

I glared at my two supposed best friends. "Other than yourselves and me you two have no other friends, how do you find out these things?"

"Don't change the subject. And, I'd tell you but I'm afraid that your brain couldn't hold the information, as it is so spectacular, and that you would simply implode. As your best female friend, I just can't do that to you," Billie, my self proclaimed best female friend, informed me.

"Well I thank you for your concern," I replied sarcastically. "What about you Iggy? Would you tell me and risk the possible implotation of my brain?"

"I would," he said, "but if you imploded I would be left with Billie as my only friend. I don't know if I could handle that."

Meet my two best friends. Wilhemina Karen Green, otherwise known as Billie, unless you want to be hexed, and Ignatius Isaac Dalton. We call him Iggy because his name is weird. Iggy is also weird, but so much cooler then Ignatius. My name is Sonnie Chasity Elliot.

Me and Billie have been friends since birth. Our Mum's met at 's, going into labour at the same time, the healers stuck them in the same room. They both had long births and became fast friends. My Dad is in jail, muggle jail, and Billie's Mum and Dad are divorced. After my Dad went to jail, soon after my birth, my mum divorced him and used all the money she got to buy this big old house in the country. When Billie's parents got divorced the summer after fifth year, her mum was a wreck and they moved in with us for while she was trying to get through the divorce. It was supposed to be temporary but we've living together as one big dysfunctional family ever since.

We met Iggy at Hogwarts, we were strangers first year, acquaintances second, and best friends third. We have been ever since. Billy and Iggy are completely in seventh year. But I somehow failed Potions last year, so I'm now in sixth and seventh year Potions...

"So how was your first Potions class with the littlun's?" Billie asked.

"Fine," I glared, "and I did not fall asleep I was-"

"Resting your eyes'?" Iggy asked, rolling his eyes.

"Exactly! I do not fall asleep during class," I said matter-of-factly, and went back to eating my lunch.

Billie and Ig started talking about our new mysterious extra-extra-credit class.

"What do you think about this new class?" Iggy asked me when Billie became more interested in eating then talking.

"What am I supposed to think? We don't know anything about it yet."

"Well do you have any ideas or feelings about it?" Iggy persisted.

"No."

He sighed, "What about you Billie? Any thoughts?"

"I have many thoughts!" Billie exclaimed.

"Any thoughts on the new extra-extra-credit course we're taking?" He clarified.

"Oh. No."

Iggy rolled his eyes, and muttered something under his breath.

"Well I actually have thoughts on important matters and I think that this class has got to be some new experimental thing. We've never heard of it before, and there has to be a reason why they wouldn't tell us anything specific about it..." Iggy kept talking, I mhmm'd and nodded. I could tell that Billie was off in her own little la-la land by the look on her face. I know for a fact that a certain James Potter has a second home in her la-la land.

We were sitting at the Hufflepuff table today, Billie is in Hufflepuff, I am in Gryffindor, and Iggy's in Ravenclaw. We switch which table we sit at and which common room that we hang out in all the time. I really don't know if it is allowed to hang out in a common room that isn't your own, but we are not popular and nobody really notices us so no one's ever said anything about it. I have even had Billie stay in my dorm for a slumber party, it was our birthday, and nobody noticed.

"...don't you think?" Ig turned to me with a questioning gaze.

"Uh...yep, mhm, definitely," I nodded.

"I knew you weren't listening."

I was saved from responding when the five-minutes-till-class bell started to ring.

"I guess that we'll find out about the new course now," we gathered our books and started toward the Transfiguration classroom, where we were told the extra-extra-credit class would be held.

Ig walked to my right, the top of my dark reddish brown head coming up to his lips, I have very straight hair with alot of layers. Iggy's hair is a light brown and cut fairly short, with tight little curls all over, it's really cute actually. Billie has brown hair too, lighter than mine, but darker then Iggy's. It has natural springy loose curls to it and is almost always pulled into a high ponytail. She comes up to Iggy's eyes.

We reached the Transfiguration classroom a little early. I looked at the other people already waiting. Grace Kelly of Ravenclaw was wrapped around her boyfriend, Quinn Saintfeld. They seemed to be in deep conversation. Robert King from Slytherin was lounging by himself beside the door. Remus Lupin, a fellow Gryffindor, was just walking up the hall across from where we came from. We walked over to the wall beside the door, on the opposite side of the Slytherin, and stood waiting for McGonagall.

Iggy and Billie started talking about the insane amount of homework they had gotten in History of Magic while I was in Potions. I was very upset that neither of them was in my HoM class, as it is the one class that you can get away with talking the whole time and I was stuck all by myself. There was a loud racket coming from down the hall and James Potter (Billie eyes glazed over when she saw him), Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black, all of Gyrffindor, came and joined their friend Remus Lupin.

"I wonder why they're here," Billie thought out loud, "they're all fairly smart, aren't they?"

"Well I don't know, just because they're in my house doesn't mean that I know everything about them."

"I know," Billie said sticking her tongue out at me.

Billie thinks that James Potter is, like, the hottest guy on earth. She doesn't fancy him or anything though. She's never even said two words to him in the whole seven years she's gone to school with him. She just loves to drool over him, and really wants to draw him. Preferably nude, she says, but clothed would be fine too.

The bell that signals we should be in class rang just as McGonagall came around the corner. She opened the door and we all filed in after her. It seemed like it would just be the ten of us when Lily Evans hurried into the classroom. She too is in Gryffindor. We share a dorm. I was surprised by the people that had shown up because like Billie said I thought they were all rather bright, especially Lily. But then again not alot of un-bright people would want to take an extra course, cause if you do bad in an extra credit course, you really are screwed. I think that probably means I'm screwed.

"So sorry professor," she says, sounding out of breath.

"Please take a seat Miss Evans, and we'll begin." Lily sat down by herself in front of Iggy who was sitting in between me and Billie.

"We were hoping for a bigger class then this," McGonagall said, "but I suppose you eleven are it. You are probably all curious as to why you are here. This course was designed for seventh years only, to prepare you for your futures outside of Hogwarts. Muggle schools have a course like this which is optional for their students. This year Professor Dumbledore decided that we would offer a similar course similar. Your parents have all been informed of what this class will entail and have signed forms giving you all permission to participate, they are aware that this is experimental and have agreed to everything that it will require." By this time everyone was paying attention to every word coming out of McGonagall's mouth.

"This," McGonagall paused here, presumably for dramatic effect, "is a parenting class."

"It's a what?" I couldn't help it, I don't even remember forming the words in my brain, I just kind of screamed them out. Everyone looked at me and my cheeks flushed scarlet.

"Now that's embarrassing," Sirius Black said out loud. Everyone laughed a little bit.

I stuck my tongue out at the back of his head. Everyone but him saw me. Remus snorted, apparently at my show of maturity.

"Thank you, Mr. Black," McGonagall said with her annoyed look.

"No problem," he said with a 'charming' smile.

"Now if I may continue with no more interruptions," she glared at me here,"...as I said it is a parenting class. I will be putting you all into random groups of three-"

"Yes, Miss Elliot? You have a question?"

"Yes, I do. Can I, like, transfer out of this class," Billie gave me a funny look, "please?"

"No, Miss Elliot, there will be no transferring out of this class."

"But-"

"That is not an option, Ms Elliot"

"But-"

"Man, suck it up, you can't leave." Oh, my dearest friend Billie. Sometimes she sounds like such a guy.

"Thank you, Wilh-"

"Oh don't you dare!"

Iggy cleared his throat, "We're kind in class people, wrap it up."

I made a face at him and Billie stuck her tongue out. Iggy, always the responsible Ravenclaw.

"If you three can't control yourselves, I will have to ask you to see me this Friday night."

"Sonnie's already busy with detention this Friday night Professor."

"If I could get back to the lesson, I will further explain this course to you," McGonagall continued, ignoring Billie. "As I said, you will be placed randomly into groups of three at the end of class. Tomorrow you will all drink a potion. All of these potions look, smell and taste the same. Only one of them is a real potion. The real potion will turn whoever drinks it into an infant."

Two words: Dead. Silence.

"The infant will believe that the two remaining students are his or hers 'parents'. This course will last until the end of the Christmas break. We understand that this is a long time, especially for the student that is the infant. When the project is in session, the infant will be like any other infant, but when it is finished, they will remember everything that happened throughout the duration of the course. At the end of October there will be a period of nine days, beginning on the twenty-eighth, where the infants will return to their normal age, another time where they will return to normal will be from November twenty-second, until the twenty-fifth, and again from the twenty-fourth of December to the twenty-seventh, when they will return to their families for Christmas. Other then these days, they will be with their student 'parents' during the break. You return on the fourth of January from break and the course ends on the seventh.

"You were not the only students who signed up for this course; you are the students who have permission from your parents to participate. Other then the designated times, the infant will be the sole responsibility of the 'parents'; you will have them with you day and night. Not every infant will be the same age. They can be from anywhere between six months to two years old, there is no choosing which, it is all completely random. You will all share a Common Room with different dorms for each 'family'. Every other day you will all gather in this classroom, the times are designated on your schedule, to make sure that your 'child' is completely healthy and in no way being neglected.

"You are allowed to hire babysitters for your children, if you have a reason, you cannot bribe a younger student to take care of your child all the time. Your babysitter must be run by me before they babysit, to insure that they are a responsible student that will take good care of the child. These will be real infants you are handling here. You must both take care of the child, it will believe that you are its parents and will want to be with you. Tomorrow, if you have questions about taking care of a child they will all be answered before you take your child out of this room. You will also carry around a bag with necessities for your child everywhere; there will be healing potions within this bag in case of any emergencies.

"Are there any questions right now?"

I'm sure everybody in class had at least fifty questions they wanted to ask, but we all seemed to be in shock. I know I was! I love babies but, common! Giving a bunch of teenagers babies to take care of? I think Dumbledore has actually finally fallen off that damn rocker of his!

"Alright then, I will now randomly create each group of three students." McGonagall picked up a class list, and waved her wand up and down it. A new piece of paper materialized in front her. She put down her wand and the original list, and pulled the new one out of the air.

"When I call your names, please go sit with the other students in your group. Group One: Grace Kelly, James Potter and Remus Lupin," James high-fived Remus while Grace picked up her bag and went over to sit with them."Group Two: Sonnie Elliot," I held my breath, "Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew," I let my breath out in a whoosh...fuck! I pouted to Iggy and Billie and went to sit with Sirius and Peter."Group Three: Wilhe-"

"Yup! That's me!" Billie said before McGonagall could say her name.

"-Green, Quinn Saintfeild and Ignatius-"

"Yes!"

That was Billie.

"-Dalton. Now seeing as we have an uneven number of students, one of the students in our last group, Lily Evans and Robert King, will be a single parent."

Lily and Robert both looked horrified as they went to sit with each other.

"Now, I understand that this is alot of information right now, and very shocking. You have tonight to think about this, think of any questions you want to ask and such. This class is only a single period, so if there are no questions you'd like to ask now, I will be seeing you all tomorrow," she looked around the classroom, waiting for questions. None came and we all gradually migrated toward the doors.

"We all have spare now, yah?" I asked when I met back up with Billie and Ig.

I was answered with a nodded and a mhmm." Shall we go to a common room now then?" I asked.

"Yours?" I glanced over at the 'Marauders'.

"No. Why don't we go to yours?" I answered Billie.

"Yeah, okay."

We walked in silence down to the Hufflepuff common room. We never do anything in silence. Even if we're not talking there is always some humming or tapping or singing or whistling going on. The only thing I heard the whole way there was the soft sound of our footsteps echoing off the corridor walls.

I was bouncing up and down, marveling, yet again, at just how plushy the Hufflepuffs' chairs are. They are, like, crazy plushy. I mean all the Common Room chairs at Hogwarts are plushy, but none of them compare to just how plushy the Hufflepuff's are. It's crazy!

"I wonder if our new Common Room will have chairs this plushy! I mean, like, the plush factor of these chairs is amaz-"

"Hello! I was in the middle of a rant. We have had the 'plushy chairs' conversation so many times before, and you are interrupting this rant, about how crazy Dumbledore must be, to talk about the plushy chairs?"

"This chairs plushy-ness is crazy too," I mutter unintelligibly.

"Say what?"

"Nothing, Billie. Would you like to continue with your rant?"

"Yes, yes I would," she said, then sat down, into a very plushy chair, in a huff.

Me and Ig looked at her expectantly."Oh, I don't have anything left to say," she informed us. I rolled my eyes, and Iggy snorted.

"Does either of you two actually know anything about kids?" Iggy inquired.

"No."

"Yes."

"What do you know about kids?" Iggy asked me.

"Oh, I love babies. I used to babysit for our neighbours all the time. They had three kids."

Iggy stared at me, "Well then why did you want to transfer out of the class?"

I shrugged, "I donno. I have enough trouble as it is in my classes, I don't want to be in a parenting class too."

"Well if you're so good with kids then you'll probably do really well in this class. That will be good for you grade point average, especially since this is extra credit."

"Iggy, you are so smart."

"I know."

"And so modest too," Billie added sarcastically.

"I guess it won't be so bad."

"Yes, it will be!" Billie exclaimed."I don't know the first thing about taking care of a child."

"You are both forgetting the worst part. We could be the kids."

"Ig," I complained. "You are supposed to be the optimistic one! I don't want to be a baby," I whined. "My grades can't afford that. Oh, Merlin I am going to fail life," I ended my sentence by falling dramatically back into my (very plushy) chair.

"Wait a sec," Billie leaned forward in her very plushy) chair. So technically Iggy could be my infant for the next few months? How weird would that be after this is all over?"

We all sat back in our chairs and thought about that. I looked at Iggy and he looked back at me, he looked at Billie and she looked back at him, then me and Billie looked at each other and we all burst out laughing for no apparent reason.

Iggy finally looked at his watch and then asked, "What do you all have next?"

I pulled a face and said "History of Magic, luckily it's only a single period today, then a double period of Charms."

"Oh good," Billie said, "I have a double period of charms then too, next I have a single period of Arithmacy. What about you Ig?"

"I've got to go to Care of Magically Creatures," he said glumly, looking out at the dark gray rain clouds gathering over the castle. "Then I'll see you both in Charms, it's awesome that we can all three be in a class together now that it's NEWT's."

The bell rang and we started to gather our things. We headed out of the common room, and went to our separate classes.

The sound of snoring and shuffling reverberated around me. I banged my head against the window I was leaning on and rolled my eyes at it. I hate history of magic. I glanced over at the quill I had charmed to copy down Binns' lecture. The one subject I was actually good at was charms, Professor Flickwick actually told me that I was 'above the usual student level of comprehension' in his class. I was shocked, along with everyone else who knows me.

I glanced at the ceiling. I glanced out the window. I glanced, longingly, at the door. Then toward the four boys in the back right hand corner of the room, goofing off and having fun. I glared at them. I wanted to have fun, but instead I was stuck here staring out the window and being slowly bored to death. I started doodling on the corner of my desk with a pencil I always kept in my bag. Only twenty-six minutes and seven seconds left...five...four...three...two...

"Wow, so you're, like, really smart in charms then. Like, really."

"Yes, Billie. I thought we had established this and gotten over the astonishment when we had found out in second year."

"Well...I mean, yeah, I knew that you were smart in charms. But not a genius, you got the charm on the second try and moved on to 'more complex charms not meant for academic purposes'." She looked incredulous while saying this.

"Billie, get over it. She's a genius."

"I just don't get how someone who is so absolutely dreadful at almost all the other subjects can be a genius!"

"And thank you for that!" I said."I am not a genius, as you so kindly pointed out I am 'dreadful' at all the other subjects. I am just abnormally adept at charms."

We were sitting at the Gryffindor table for dinner, and Billie had not stopped talking about my adeptivity in charms since we left the classroom. She did not seem to be able to comprehend the fact that there is a subject in school that I am good at. Is adeptivity a real word?

"What I can't believe is that we have gone seven years at school together, and you have never been in one of my charms classes. I also can't believe that Flitwick gave us so much homework."

"Doesn't matter to you," Iggy said somewhat resentfully, "you had time in class to complete the whole essay and hand it in."

"It was still alot," I muttered.

"...and he asked you to tutor someone, and a seventh year someone," apparently Billie hadn't finished her rant.

"I know," I said, "I was there. I said that I couldn't accept because I have enough trouble keeping up in my other classes that I don't think I have enough time to be helping someone else with theirs."

"He said that he would give you extra credit."

"Yeah but I don't need extra credit in Charms. I told him to talk to me again after a couple months, and if I am keeping up with my studies I will help him out."

"You know who is really hot?" Billie asked randomly.

"Who?"

"Ken Jameston," at my confused look she said," the assistant coach for the Chuddley Cannons."

"Oh, him," we sighed. I don't know if I mentioned it but Iggy is gay. Well, he says he's "not gay, just not quite straight" whatever that means. But he has always been rather shy when talking about his love life, or lack thereof.

"You know what I think? I think that seeing as we are either going to be 'parents' or infants by this time tomorrow we should use up some of our stash. 'Cause if we are babies then it'll be awhile 'till we get a chance to again."

The summer of fifth year me and Billie discovered what muggles call 'weed'. We tried it with some guys we had met that summer and rather enjoyed it. When we came to Hogwarts for sixth year Iggy tried it, and he liked it too. Don't get me wrong though, it's not like we're "Pot-Heads" or anything. We just like to relax with a joint or two every once in awhile. Every few months tops.

"Well contact me when you guys are done all your homework and I'll meet you in the courtyard," I said.

"But it's raining out," Billie informed me.

"So...there's a little overhang around the walls," I said.

They looked doubtful.

"Well, if you two want to risk being caught in the halls after hours then you can meet me in the Gryffindor Common Room around eleven. But there is a hell of a lot more chance that we'll be caught if we do it inside, after hours."

"Well since you're so nifty at charms you can just put a few on the Common Room and no one will hear us. And can you do a disillusionment charm?" Billie asked.

"Uh..yeah, well, sometimes. It's not that good though."

"So our problems are solved. Oh! Oh! I have an awesome idea!"

"Well...go on then."

"We should have a ...wait for it…wait for it… SLEEP OVER!" Billie grinned a huge grin.

"Guys can't get into the girls dorm," Iggy told Billie.

"So?" she seemed unfazed by this information. "We can all sleep in the common room."

"You can't invite us to a sleep over in my common room," I said.

"Why not? Don't you guys see the brilliance of this idea?" she asked, excitement all over her face.

We didn't.

"What if we got caught? Or if someone came downstairs or into the common room while we were sleeping…that would be weird."

"Oh so what? You guys are no fun. Come on…we can sleep in that corner by the window. If anybody came down, not that I see why they would, they wouldn't be able to see us unless they looked behind the table. It's foolproof."

"That plan is far from foolproof Bill," Reasoned Iggy...always the rational one.

"So what? We'll move the chairs over and it'll be perfect, c'mon guys! It'll be fun."

"I suppose if we wake up before everyone comes down in the morning it would be fine," Billie never seem deterred by my and Iggy's lack of enthusiasm and her excitement was starting to rub off on me. "Okay! Let's do it." Iggy still looked doubtful but he didn't object.

"I still have a whole lot of junk food, muggle too, from the train ride. I'll bring all that. We'll want something to munch on."

"Yay! Thank you Iggy," Billie jumped on Ig in an awkward looking side-hug.

"We'll meet in my common room at around ten thirty then?" I asked.

"Yup."

"Mhmm."

A/N - Okay so this was originally two separate chapters but then I realized that I had five chapters written and only two days had gone by in the story. So I stuck the first two together and posted them. Shouldn't be too long 'till the next chapters up since I already have it written.

Please Review, criticism is welcome along with any mistakes you may find in my spelling or grammer. Thanks, hope you enjoyed it!

P.S I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter. Except my copy of the seventh book. And all the movies :P