I've been wanting to do this for a while now, ever since I saw it on Pinterest. I think I may continue this as a series of muggleborn one-shots, but I'm not sure. If you haven't already, check out my other Percy Jackson fanfics, I think you'll like them.

Don't worry, I haven't given up on The Shadow's Sun, writing is just a bit difficult right now. A new chapter will be up in a while.

Disclaimer: the characters belong to me! All mine! Hehehe….

Fine.

They are J.K's

Draco POV

"Welcome! Everybody!" that old coot Dumbledore says as he spreads his gnarly old hands wide. "I trust you all had a pleasant trip. Now, some announcements. It is my painful duty to announce that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not be taking place this year."

The great hall erupted with noises of outrage from the students that were lesser and had no clue what was going on this year. Draco sniffed in annulment. If Dumbledore would just stop delaying the fact and get on with it, they might be done with his petty introductions before the night was over.

"This is due" Dumbledore continued "to an event that will take place this October which I'm sure you will all enjoy very-"

"Um… sir?" a tiny, muggleborn Gryffindor first year boy squeaked. He had a small red and black box thing in his left hand, and it was lit with a strange glow. There were murmurs as people craned their necks to see the person so brave and stupid to interrupt the mighty Dumbledore. The boy had a"Sir?" he looked terrified now, his voice cutting into the dead silence. "w-what's the Wy-Fyee password?"

Wy-Fyee? What in the name of Merlin is a Wy-Fyee?

"Ah, yes" Dumbledore answers calmly "sherbet lemon. With a capital 's'."

All at once, all of the mudblood students whipped out devices similar to the awful first years' and suddenly the air was filled with an infernal tap tap tap sound. Draco covered his ears in annoyance. What is a Wy-Fyee? Is it some sort of secret organization or something? Is it to overthrow the superior purebloods, like me? Even some of the Slytherins, Draco noticed, had some if the noise boxes. After about a minute, all of the devices had been shoved back into pockets of robes and pants, and the tip-tapping sound was no more. Draco's friend's brows creased as they murmured about what those things that the mud bloods had were.

"May I introduce our new defense against the dark arts teacher, professor moody?" Dumbledore said, as if nothing had happened. But Draco wasn't listening. His mind was swirling with questions about what had just happened. What had happened?

His father would hear about this.

Yay! I am pretty happy with this. See you later!

-The Mac'n'Cheese Fangirl