Random person who may have stumbled on this FF- i advise you to head over to my other FF instead, since i'm starting in the middle of this one where i left off for my bumpers at , this was before the boards changed. So i guess if you really desired you could read it, but you'd be very confused very fast. and it only gets more confusing.

PT, Randy...Forky?- I'm posting...a lot of this actually, the first part is something you probably already read, and maybe more, but y'know i just put it in there because it all flowed better. yay for being alive. Thanks also for everything you three have done with being so loyal and all tear it's been so nice of you guys to actually continue an intrest in this stupid thing. just now are you getting to the good parts. plus...much forshadowing in this little piece of writing!

GRYFFINDOR VICTORY OR GRYFFINDOR LOSS?

Who started this whole controversy over other magical creatures attending school? Remus J. Lupin was the first to rebel and win Professor Dumbledore's favor. Most suspicion and question arose when this young werewolf was assigned the house Gryffindor, and then to follow, his son, and grandchildren as well.

Now, many years later. The house Gryffindor at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had seen no winnings in the game Quidditch since the days of Harry Potter himself. Yesterday, as a surprise to all, the Seeker that the captain, Orrange Wood, the very son of Oliver Wood, had chosen was none other than Interstate Lighting, the half-vampire that was omitted to the school this August. Again, Interstate Lighting is indeed Gryffindor; more conflict was rising as to notice that most of these dangerous magical creatures were excepted into this house.

His mother, Zoƫ Jane Martian is an Auror, also working at the school along side the famous half-breed werewolf, Noah Lupin.

Interstate Lighting, after only two days ago, trying to end his life after biting and drinking blood from an innocent student, none other than Truett Potter, Harry Potter's eldest son, was allowed to play in yesterday's Quidditch match as the Seeker. His broom, rumored to have dark magic embedded inside of it, wasn't the only one of the un-fair tactics Gryffindor used to win the game.

The Daily Prophet held an interview with someone who chooses to remain anonymous, in the interview they clearly stated, "We know nothing about this kid. The public doesn't even know his real name, which might I add is suspicious in itself. Letting a vampire play Quidditch isn't allowed in the professionals because of the un-fairness in it, it shouldn't be allowed now either. Vampires have acute senses for hearing and there vision, others don't have that. Interstate Lightning could hear the Snitch before even seeing it, which isn't fair to the other team. And last but not least the tricks he pulls in the game, that should be illegal, but were dismissed."

Others interviewed seemed to say the same. Also other's said that educating vampires and werewolves to use magic would only cause rebellion against The Ministry its self. And lastly, another stated that vampires and werewolves alike were rumored to be in close league with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Even Noah Lupin's son, Lyric, is in fact in question. We are still un-able to identify what he truly is, but we have been able to confirm he has psychic abilities and he does have werewolf blood. As for his daughter, sources say she is a human witch only. We interviewed mother's who said they thought her bringing up so far was horrible, and that she should be taken from Lupin's custody immediately, even those at The Ministry now ask if living with two werewolves is safe at all.

Like the questions have been many times before. Is Hogwarts School safe with these monsters inside?

Lyric rolled his eyes and threw the paper back down on the table, "Unbelievable," he murmured, not only was his dad mentioned for the millionth time, but they were even dragging Lyric himself into the matters now... and Keaton. Was what they said true? Could Keaton be taken away?

He looked up towards his dad, who was actually returning the same look of concern towards Lyric, and then his dad's gray eyes drifted to someone behind Lyric.

Lyric turned and say Interstate reading the newspaper he had put on the table before, it was hard to read the expression on his face, but he really wasn't showing any emotion at all. His gaze shifted to his sister...

"Lyric-they-"

"We can talk about it later," he said quickly trying not to look too obvious, everyone was reading it by now, or most knew.

"Bull shit, stupid wizards and there 'photograph a vampire' cursed camera's!" Interstate suddenly shouted throwing the newspaper with a little less care, almost hitting over Truett's orange juice, "Don't worry Lyric, they can't do something like that to Keaton. If they did I'd-"

"Do nothing," Lyric interrupted, "That's the kind of thing that gets you this reputation in the first place."

"Look at what they did to ya!" Interstate growled.

"Look at what they did to you!" Lyric mocked back imitating Interstate's voice

"Dark magic. Where did that come from? Your broom doesn't have dark magic in it does it?" Truett asked raising an eyebrow.

"Of course not! They could have just asked. I designed it, one of my friends from...before made it, he makes brooms, knows a lot of the spells they put on them and stuff, and he helped with the making of the Firebolt." Interstate said informatively.

"You've got to be kidding! Why don't you tell them this stuff? The rumors would stop...and what about your name anyway. I guess I never thought about it before now. You've never told us!" Truett snapped looking back down at the paper.

"Yeah," Lyric said chiming in, "You never did say-"

Interstate snorted, "For a good reason."

"What? Why-"

"I reckon' it's too long an' complicated for your brains to fully comprehend." Interstate answered, "Consider Interstate-the shortened version."

"Your lying, I know, your name starts with an L not an I," Truett snapped quickly in a suspisous reply.

"It doesn't have to start with an I...and where did you hear that?" His voice showing the slight hints of concern, then declared, "Isn't that enough for any of y'all to know?"

"Why how long is it?" Lyric asked with a smile, trying to forget about his other problems.

"This long." Interstate said holding up his hands about a foot apart, "That's how long."

"Who the hell named you?" Lyric said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"My dad." Interstate muttered dryly, "Unfortunately...he thought it would be a good joke."

"I don't believe you." Truett replied, "I bet it's something like...Lance or...Lee, or-or...Loki-,"

"Loki?" Lyric interrupted glancing at Interstate, "Isn't that the angel of war and destruction in the Bib-"

"The point is, I'm never going to tell," Interstate interrupted next.

Lyric narrowed his eyes; "It's Loki isn't it?"

"No, no it's not."

"It is!" Truett shouted, "His name is Loki!"

"My name is not Loki!" Interstate yelled loudly, a few people looked over at the disruption at the table, "Believe me..." he muttered almost desperatly.

"Fine then, what else could it possibly be?"

"When y'all do finally guess correctly, you'll know when ya do," he murmured under his breath so quietly that Lyric nor Truett barely heard his muffled words.

"How?"

"You'll just know."

"Hey...Lyric?" Truett murmured yawning, "Was' today?"

"The erm...10th...augh...." He said realizing why he hadn't felt very good awakening in the morning, "I hate this-"

"Cool, we getta see what Lyric looks like on a full moon-"

"You have before!" he hissed laying his head down on the table.

"Nu-uh, you locked your self in your room last time, Loki was the only one in there and...did you fall asleep?"

"Shut it, and don't call me that." Interstate snapped rolling his eyes, "Just leave him alone. I know this would be a bad time to mention it to y'all, seeing as you've got enough to go an' worry about...but your dad ain't doing so well either."

"I know that. I can clearly see that my father is well...out of it? I can't find the right words, sorry."

"No I mean...last night, did you sense it Lyric? I thought I was dreamin', I felt a werewolf aura close by, really, I did."

"I don't know what your talking about Interstate, and why are you talking so much? Normally you shut up before you eat your eggs." He said, trying to think of an excuse to why he hadn't felt anything weird last night, he had shunned his power away for one thing, and he had kind of occupied himself with Willow. He hadn't talked to her this morning, he knew the rumor was already all over the school that he had made out with her last night. He didn't think it had gotten back to Interstate or Truett yet, which he was thankful for.

"As your...friend I think..." Interstate whispered leaning over to Lyric and keeping his voice low, "I strongly advice you to settle your differences with your dad...and talk to him for once. You're still angry, I can tell. Just try to ask him questions some time, I'm sure he'll answer them now."

"When am I going to find time to ask him then genius?"

"Tonight? Before he goes to bed?" Truett suggested, Interstate and Lyric looked at him.

"My dad's an insomniac, or at least he is now. I know that much, I can see it in him, and feel it in his mind. He doesn't get barely any sleep anymore, I'm not risking him biting my head off or something. I'm sure he'll just...be mean. It's a bad idea, he'll kill me. Literally."

"Oh please, he's not going to kill his own flesh and blood," Truett insisted, "Right Loki?"

"If my name was Loki, and you said it out loud...let me just tell you, I would not be acting like I am right now." Interstate hissed dangerously, "I would-you shut up!"

Lyric raised his eyebrows and exchanged a look with Truett across the table, "Are you okay-"

"Yes-I said shut up! Stop it!" Lyric felt something shimmer in Interstate's vampiric aura, very lightly...Interstate shook his head and blinked. "Okay...you were saying?" he asked in a calm voice as if nothing had happened. Lyric could tell Truett wanted to ask why Interstate was all of sudden arguing with himself, but Lyric spoke before Truett could get any words out at all.

"I think...I should talk to my dad, or something...whatever. What else do I have to live for anyway?" He murmured trying to stay sarcastic.