A/N I don't own Harry Potter.
It was a normal day at Walkerville Elementary School. It was early December and the snow had just started to fall. The students begged Ms. Frizzle to let them have an early recess. She didn't let them have recess, but she decided to have the rest of science outside. The kids ran outside, after putting on snowpants, coats, gloves and hats.
"Now class," she asked, "Who can tell me how snow is formed?" Dorothy Ann's hand shot up. "Yes, Dorothy?"
"According to my research, snow is formed when the water in clouds freeze and instead of it raining, it snows."
"That's a good explanation, Dorothy Ann. Who wants to take a trip inside a cloud?" As she spoke, a stern looking woman in a green dress carrying a toddler walked over. The Friz hesitated as the class started for the bus.
"Hello, Lily," said the woman cheerily with a British accent. Ms. Frizzle stared at her. The class stopped walking.
"I go by Valerie Frizzle, now," Valerie said. "Students, you can play on the playground." The kids raced over to the snow covered equipment and watched the two women. "Hello, Professor McGonagall. I think I know why you are here, but can it wait? I have classes to teach and I would have thought you knew how hard it is to teach when someone interrupts your class." Professor McGonagall looked taken aback at her cold tone.
"I see you are going on a field trip. May Harry and I come with you? Oh, and you can call me Minerva. You are no longer my student." The students watched, noticing the tension. Ms. Frizzle nodded.
"Come on, students," she called. "Are you ready to learn about snow?" The kids ran to the bus. The two women followed.
"Who are you?" Keesha asked Minerva.
"I am Professor McGonagall. I taught your teacher when she was in secondary school. Who are you?"
"I'm Keesha Franklin. Did you really teach the Friz? What was she like?" Valerie pushed a button on the dashboard and the bus shrunk. She pressed another button and the bus shot toward a cloud.
"I did teach her. She was great at science." She grinned and turned to Ms. Frizzle. "Flitwick will be glad to know you paid attention in his subject." The Friz smirked. Professor McGonagall turned back to the students.
"What did you teach?" Dorothy Ann wanted to know. Minerva paused.
"I taught children," she said, evading the question. "So, is Ms. Frizzle a good teacher?" The class debated how good her teaching skills were. They concluded she was a fun teacher who knew science but she was a bit crazy at times. McGonagall and the students talked. Harry slept. They flew back to the school at two-fifty, returning to normal size. The kids walked to various homes and cars and buses while the two teachers walked back into the school. "Do you want your child back? Voldemort was defeated by your son. When he tried to kill him, the curse backfired and hit him."
"I thought he died that night! And of course I want my son back! How did you find me? Oh, and there are no magical schools in America but I'm almost positive that two students have magical abilities. Are there extra places at Hogwarts?"
"There are always extra places at Hogwarts. And there is also always an opening for the Defense against the Dark Arts position. You could be a teacher. Dumbledore is the only person Voldemort ever feared. And who are the two you think are wizards?"
"I'll think about the Defense against the Dark arts position. Give me a week. The kids I think have magical abilities are Keesha Franklin and Carlos Ramon."
A/N If I get five positive reveiws, I'll make another chapter.