(AN: As J.K. Rowling's timeline doesn't work for some of my ideas I am moving it foreward. 1990 is the when Harry is born now, and if you don't like it I don't care. But "I" am the same age as Harry, currently unspecified house. That means for my third year, as in this memory/story it is 2003. Thank You Elven-Quill11)

The summer before my third year was rather boring. Having nothing to do all summer I entertained myself by totally geeking out. I watched the Lord of the Rings (the extended version) and the Star Wars trilogies (Technically trilogy and 2/3 of another trilogy as Episode III hadn't come out yet). Needless to say, third year was geeky trouble. I learned early that year that people find Star Wars geeky and annoying.

When a teacher told us to do something with our wands I corrected them calling the wands "An elegant weapon for a more civilized age." Most teachers ignored me in hopes that I would shut up and go away. They soon learned. When given free reign to use my creative genius I go a bit crazy.

The teachers gave me detentions for "disrupting class" or "mouthing off to a teacher." I do believe that I broke a school record. I was told I'd get detention until Christmas if I didn't stop saying my wand was "An elegant weapon for a more civilized age." I stopped because I am not an idiot. I continued to mouth the words, never getting caught.

Also reviewing in Charms was very fun. We practiced the Wingardium Leviosa charm, levitation, which I just happen to rock at. When asked how I got that good my answer was always that "my midichlorian count is off the charts." It is funny to make people stare!

Also the Accio charm is fun to call the force. As it was not common knowledge for third years people are confused when things fly. Telling people that you have been using the force is fun because people are stupid.

Also, according to Snape, McGonagall, Flitwick, Filch, and strangely Hagrid, when I use my wand lightsaber sounds are not necessary. They make a great deal of people very angry.

Visits to Hogsmeade are not so pleasant when you stand on an overlooking bluff and say "a wretched hive of scum and villainy." Technically it is not a hive at all, it is a village. The people inhabiting this village don't like to be told the afore mentioned quote.

When I got in trouble during third year I exercised my wise cracking mouth. Being grilled about some delinquency or other I always replied to the Professor's questions by saying "These are not the droids you are looking for," while waving my hand. It gets harsher detention sentences because Hogwarts teachers don't understand me.