Authors Note-

So the idea for this fic is what would happen if instead of changing the wizarding world through war, because Voldemort is the evil lord of no nosedom, what if you changed it through legitimate means? The result is the following have the first several chapters written and the entire thing outlined so hopefully we'll make it to the end. Hope you all like it.

Before you get started you should know that both of the writers on this are big into plot so it's going to be a long time before any ship stuff happens and when it does it's not going to be the focus of the story. So like yes this is a Clexa fic but you're not even going to meet Lexa for like the first two thirds of the school year. Also the timeline we have is going to expand past Clarke's seventh year at Hogwarts by several years, because again we're writing a plot heavy story. Also both of us adore Bellamy. So like how Lexa never died in 3x07, Bellamy never magically went out of character and turned into a murderous maniac. Because Bellamy is awesome and we reject whatever the hell is happening with him in the show. So don't worry he's not going to be a punching bag for us. We love these characters and this world and would love to hear your comments cause this has just been a thought exercise sitting on our computers for a couple of months now. Also if you want any one shots from characters perspectives other than Clarke, Bellamy and Lexa let us know cause we have several ideas and have considered making a oneshot collection from other characters points of view.

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Clarke leaned her head against the window of her train compartment. It was going to be a long year she mused as she watched her breath fog the window. Outside the window students bustled round dragging their trunks, parents hugged their children. It was warm, colorful and the sounds filtered through to her compartment. Sighing she moved her attention to the large text on the medicinal effects of aconite in potions. It was long, dry as dirt, rather dusty, and unfortunately necessary for her studies. Just getting ahold of the thing had required hours of digging through her mother's old research materials. Necessary evils Clarke figured as she turned to her bookmarked page and began to read. While completely mind numbing she found herself becoming absorbed in the pages on acidity levels and how that affected the consistency of a finished potion depending on the amount added and methods for counteracting the ensuing reaction depending on the other ingredients in a given potion. She was part way through the section on various beetle eyes and how they could be used to thicken a potion involving aconite when the door to her compartment crashed open causing her to jump slightly and look up at the commotion in the doorway.

"Oh no Griffin, put that book away we are partying today!" Raven grinned at her friend before dragging her trunk in as she made her way in. "You're not a Ravenclaw, the best house by the way, which means no studying on our last train ride to school."

Clarke smiled, "You're not going to let me do anything productive are you?"

"You know me so well, and budge up I'm sticking my trunk under your seat." Raven grabbed one end of her rather battered trunk and grunted as Clarke grabbed the other end so they could shove it under the seat. Huffing in satisfaction she plopped down next to Clarke grabbing her book from the seat. "A Theoretical Study of Aconite….seriously Griffin you have issues. Why would you read this?"

Clarke grabbed the book back. "It's a fascinating read thank you very much."

Raven raised her eyebrows, "Really, you want me to believe it's an engaging read?"

"I never said it was fun, just interesting." Clarke stuffed it in her book bag before Raven could grab it again.

"You Slytherins and your word plays. Why are you reading it anyways, and don't you dare say because it's 'interesting'." Raven made air quotes with her fingers for the 'interesting' while staring at Clarke challengingly.

Clarke glared at her friend. "It's necessary knowledge for certain pursuits."

"Aconite? Seriously Clarke how is a rare potion ingredient necessary, unless...Clarke why are potions part of your and Wells's secret plot stuff? Wait, never mind I don't want to know what you two duffers are up to."

Raven froze at the unnatural quiet that suddenly was purveying the compartment. "Shit, I wasn't thinking."

Clarke interrupted Raven before she could say anything else. "It's alright, he was our friend and he's going to come up whether we want him to or not." If Clarke's eyes were slightly misty when referencing Wells Raven didn't mention it.

Before the silence could get more awkward the door to the compartment slid open again and two boys stuck their heads in. "Were you starting the party without us?" Jasper grinned as he made his way in along with Monty. Clarke jumped up to help them with their trunks and was quickly engulfed in a three way hug. She leaned her head into Monty's shoulder and made a pleased sound in the back of her throat.

"I've missed you guys."

"Hey like you haven't missed me most." Raven stuck her tongue out before jumping up and joining in on the group hug. "So are we going to start the party or what?"

Jasper grinned as he pulled a crate of butterbeer out of his bag, "Expanding charms are magical aren't they."

"We would have brought moonshine but mom found our supply last week." Monty shook his head in disappointment.

Clarke slapped the boys over the head, "Great example I'd be showing up to the prefect meeting smelling like alcohol."

Monty rubbed the back of his head, "You're no fun. Now that you're head girl you're supposed to help us expand our moonshine business."

Raven popped open a bottle of butterbeer. "So who's up for some exploding snap, I enchanted the cards to give them a bit of an extra bang!" She grinned mischievously as the boys looked excited and Clarke pulled her wand out. The boys dropped to their seats eagerly while Raven started to deal out the cards.

"You're such a worry wort Clarke, stop putting protective spells on your robes and get over here." Jasper demanded while pulling a pack of licorice wands out of his robes.

"It's not paranoia when it's a reasonable fear." Clarke said while she sat down and grabbed her hand of cards. She idly wondered if she'd be needing to regrow anyone's eyebrows, she had gotten rather good at that spell over the years. It was worth it to watch the smiles on her friend's faces as they shoved candy round and began the game.

Several hands, four re-grown eyebrows, some seriously singed robes, and aching sides from laughter later and Jasper stood up and cleared his throat loudly. "Ladies and gentlemen of the assembled coolest kids from Hogwarts. I propose a toast to our final year at Hogwarts."

Raven raised her jug of butterbeer, "Hear Hear!"

Jasper glared at her for interrupting briefly before continuing, "And since our number has been reduced by one, let's make this a year to make Wells proud and for us to go out with a bang! To Wells!"

The others raised their bottles with cries of 'to Wells!' before downing a rather lot of butterbeer. Clarke smiled sadly at her friends as they all got quiet and a bit introspective as they thought about their deceased friend. Clarke pulled herself together with a shake.

"On that note I need to go help Dax set up the prefect meeting." She stood up and stuck her vine and dragon heartstring wand behind her ear while smoothing her robes and straightening her tie. "See you losers later." As she left the compartment boos and cries of lame followed in her wake. She leaned against the side of the hallway trying to pull herself together. Wells' death weighed heavily on her still, sometimes it felt like she trying to walk through mud. Several deep breaths later and she started to make her way to the prefect carriage. Dax would be waiting for her and as much as she disliked him she needed him to at least be willing to work with her.

Clarke smiled at various first years excitedly bouncing between compartments and saved one second year from a jelly leg jinx. Two cars before the prefect carriage and Clarke paused at the unnatural silence, the ambient sounds of students talking in their compartments cutting out abruptly. Frowning she decided to check things out, an overpowered silencing charm was just begging for trouble. She rolled her eyes when she noticed the compartment with Bellamy Blake in it, that would explain the charm. Trying to keep that boy from burning down the school this year was going to be difficult, but necessary. He and his trouble making friends with their war on the purebloods were getting out of hand, but it was understandable. Deciding to ignore the brewing problems in that compartment she quickly took down the silencing charm before moving onwards.

Dax was writing up the agenda for the meeting when she got to the prefect carriage. He was pointedly ignoring her, great the first interaction of the year and already the ass was upset with her. Rolling her eyes she pulled out the lists of rules she'd worked out for all the prefects and started to help set up.

Half an hour of uncomfortable silence later and the prefects started to trickle in. Clarke found herself talking with the new fifth year prefects from Slytherin and the female fifth year prefect from Ravenclaw. The Hufflepuff and most of the Ravenclaw and the Gryffindor prefects were fairly clumped together. Clarke felt herself groaning internally at the mess that making the head boy and girl both be from Slytherin was going to be. Because of course headmistress Sydney had to choose the two students from the most prominent families instead of the two most suited for the job. The fact that Dax and her were both in Slytherin was just bad luck really, but trying to get Gryffindor to work with them was going to be a nightmare, that and the fact most of the Hufflepuff prefects were half bloods and it was going to be an uphill battle. Eventually everyone made their way to their seats and Dax banged the gavel to call the meeting to order.

Clarke watched the prefect's reactions to the drivel that Dax was saying. They all knew the school rules and the overview of rules was really just a formality. What she found interesting was the reactions of the various prefects. While she was making a notation in her notebook about how George the sixth year Hufflepuff prefect should not be given any rounds in the schedule with Sarah the other sixth year Hufflepuff prefect since apparently that romance had ended according to the awkward sitting positions they were in, the carriage door opened letting in a disheveled Monroe the seventh year female Gryffindor prefect. Dax looked like a particularly pleased cat.

"So nice of you to join us, I'm sure you have a reasonable excuse for your absence that won't require the loss of your badge?" He was smiling his cruel smile.

Clarke rolled her eyes before looking up properly, like Dax or her had the power to take away someone's badge. At worst they could deduct points and give the prefect the worst night patrol hours. She supposed a detention was also a possibility but only the headmistress could take away a badge. Best to nip this in the bud before a power struggle occurred. "Monroe thank you for handling the dispute between those third years for me."

Monroe and Dax both looked at her in surprise. Monroe was more flabbergasted to Dax's annoyed surprise but still. "Prefects are required to attend meetings Griffin." He bit out.

"Yes of course but since Monroe is a seventh year and has already been through orientation before it seemed best for her to handle the issue so we could start the meeting." Clarke turned to the other prefects while Monroe made her way to her seat. "Anyways does anyone have any questions or requests for the patrols this coming year?" Thus the meeting returned to point and Dax quickly took back the lead.

Three pages in her notebook later and the meeting was called to a close. "We'll post the patrol schedules in each of the common rooms after the feast tonight. Lets all have a good year." Clarke smiled at the prefects as they started to make their ways out. Seeing Monroe moving with the crowd she paused. Monroe was a part of Bellamy's group of trouble makers, having an ally might be helpful in keeping the damage to a minimum. Decision made Clarke spoke, "Monroe would you mind staying behind for a moment?"

Monroe looked back startled. Clarke pretended she didn't notice her gulp while she steeled herself to stay behind.

Dax turned before he left, "Do you need help with that Griffin?"

"I just need to check base on how she handled the fight. Do you mind sending the patrol schedule to Sydney without me?" She knew carrying out duties would appeal to him. Dax always had liked using his perfect position a bit too much.

"Of course." he turned and left with the last of the prefects leaving Monroe with Clarke.

Clarke considered what to tell Monroe to spark the interest of the trouble makers. Coming to a decision she started. "Try not to be late next time, I won't always be able to cover for you."

"Thanks for that." Monroe nodded her body pulled in on itself defensively.

"You may want to tell your 'friends' that it would be wise to move contraband items out of their trunks before bed tonight, the staff are instituting random trunk searches." She watched the incredulity on Monroe's face.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course not, but let's say you were friends with certain rebellious members of your house like say, Bellamy Blake, you may want to say something." Clarke made her way to the door, either she'd listen to her warning or she wouldn't, either way when the 'random' searches occurred she'd be proven to be a possible ally.

"Why would you warn me about this?" Monroe's eyebrows were bunched up together.

Clarke paused on her way out the door, "Because things are changing." Clarke moved out and headed towards her compartment. It would be interesting to see what the Gryffindor gang would make of her warning but for now she had friends and ridiculous amounts of candy waiting for her.