My first fic attempt. I'm going to focus mostly on Christian and Syed here – this is a Chryed story, not a Harry Potter one, as I'm not a huge fan. I'm going to try to stay as close to the canon as possible here. Told from Syed's POV! Enjoy! x

"Come on, I'm taking you somewhere special," Christian announces one afternoon, grabbing my arm.

"Christian!" I meekly protest, stumbling over myself as I am unexpectedly yanked to my feet. "I have tons of new methods to learn by the end of the week! I'm already days behind..."

"Then one more day won't kill you," he grins, lifting the keys from the table and opening the door for me. "There's somewhere I've been meaning to show you. We won't be long, trust me."

I sigh, folding my arms and looking at him sternly for a moment. He gives me his best wounded expression, his lips turning downward slightly.

"Okay..." I eventually give in with a roll of my eyes, watching as his face proudly lights up, "...I suppose it can't hurt." I grab my jacket and we are out the door, and I vow to be back on that couch with my notes in hand by evening.

The train journey to where we're going seems to take an age, and I feel myself growing slightly anxious as we sit in our booth. "Christian..." I begin, my nerves mounting. I should've taken my massage notes with me.

"We're almost there, babe, I promise," he says, pressing me against the window and placing a kiss on my head. "You're going to love where we're going, I just know it."

"Yeah, well, as long as we don't have to run through any more walls just to get to the train station," I retort, no longer in the mood for more of his softening up.

As the train comes to a halt, I finally recognise where we are. My eyes light up at the sight of the magnificent building ahead of me; a building I have admired for years and dreamed of visiting.

"Hogwarts..." I manage, shocked.

"Told ya," Christian murmurs knowingly, arms wrapping around my waist.

"I always wanted to come here," I say regretfully as we pace towards the entrance, "but Mum said no; didn't want me 'being influenced by those menacing wizards'." I let out a sad sigh, and Christian gently rubs my back, eyes sympathetic. His face soon lightens up, however.

"I actually have a confession," Christian says, failing to hide a smirk.

"Oh?"

"I actually came here for a few years. Quidditch champion, three years running. Started when I was twelve, got kicked out at fifteen," he grins cheekily, "Got myself mixed up with the wrong wizards, wandered into the Forbidden Forest past curfew..."

"Typical you! I can't believe you never told me!" I shake my head, swatting playfully at him, "But now that you say it, you do keep a wand in the drawer by the bed, don't you? I thought it was just a stick!"

"I thought I'd hidden that!" he exclaims, scratching his head.

"Oh, you," I say, sighing wistfully, thinking of how endearing a goof he could be. "Thanks for bringing me here. I needed a break from all those 'pressure points'!" As I lean over to kiss his cheek, all thoughts of massage exams forgotten, I feel myself bump into another figure.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I immediately jump to apologise, stumbling backwards into Christian, who is wearing his pale blue shirt - one we occasionally share - with '33040' scrawled across it.

"It's okay," says Harry Potter, grinning, "Happens all the time round these parts."

"Harry, do they have tickets? They need to purchase tickets to be on the grounds!" Harry's friend, Hermonie, demands frantically. She looks slightly angry and uptight, and not as relaxed as Harry. I share a knowing look with Christian – typical witch.

"I bet she's a right know-it-all," Christian whispers in my ear, causing me to giggle involuntarily.

"Sorry, we are obliged to check for tickets," Harry says apologetically, laying a hand in front of him to take our ticket.

"Oh, we've just arrived... where can we buy them?" I ask.

"Hey, wait, hold on a second," Christian interrupts, stepping between us. He holds out his hand to Harry. "Christian Clarke. Rank #1 Gryffindorian, 1995-1997. We need no tickets."

Hermonie seems to blush a bit, and I grin as I edge closer to Christian. He is no stranger to pulling strings, and often bullshits his way to get us free meals in restaurants, or discounts off shop purchases.

"Ah, we are sorry about that, Christian," Harry says, shaking his hand. "It's not a problem. We were just about to mosey on over to Dragon Zoo, if you fancy joining us?"

Christian and I agree eagerly, wanting to make the very most of our stay.

Harry continues, chattering on about the various species as we walk."We got some new Lesser Spotted grey-necks in just last week..."

To be continued! I swear it gets more exciting! Please R&R.