Pickle-c.o. - Oops, we are very slow.

Kayla-m.f. - Well if someone wrote her part-

Pickle-c.o. - Look who's talking?

Kayla-m.f. - I was busy!

Pickle-c.o. - I was busy, uh-huh.

Emokidemokid - Shut up guys!


Chapter II:

Arrangements

"I am thinking the exact thing, young lady," an old man said.

All eight turned around and stared up at the newcomer. Cassie looked up at the old man with awe she knew who this tall, wrinkled, long breaded, old man was. He was Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Like most of her friends, she had read countless books about this great wizard, but she had always thought it was just fiction, an elaborate fairy tale. Could this night get any weirder?

"Professor," the Weasley twins squeaked.

The headmaster looked at the twins with cool, sparkling blue eyes and said, "Mr. and Mr. Weasley, I think you've done enough damage for one night." As the twins were about to run off to their safe beds, Dumbledore held out his hand. "And leave those interesting dungbombs if you please."

Reluctantly, Fred handed Dumbledore the package that he had been hiding. Happily the Professor smiled at the backs of the two retreating Gryffindors. Once again he turned back to the six muggles as he tucked the package of dungbombs into his pocket.

"If you follow me," he ordered.

Silently, Tina took hold of Jessica's elbow, as Dumbledore led them to a statue. Naming a type of sweet, the statue began to turn to reveal a staircase that wound around, up to the headmaster's office. When the Canadians entered, they were overwhelmed as a phoenix swooped down and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder. With a wave of his wand, six chairs appeared in front of his desk.

"Have a seat," he commanded. They sat. "Now it appears you six have had quite an adventure."

They nodded in agreement.

"I'm afraid I haven't caught your names," he said politely, looking at Jessica.

"My name's Jessica Waterfall," she said.

"I'm Tina Rollings," she piped in, when Jessica tapped her on the shoulder.

"Courtney Johnson."

"Robert Brown, but most people call me Bobby."

"Michaela Woods."

Then there was silence, all eyes turned towards Cassie's direction, "Cassie," she mumbled.

"Pardon me?" Dumbledore asked.

"My name's Cassie Kealohiani," she said sweetly.

"Thank you, young sirs and misses. Now let's get down to business. I assume that you're not from around here."

"I wonder what gave you that impression," Cassie mumbled under her breath, receiving a smack over the head from Kayla.

"So I suppose the first logical question to ask is where you all came from."

"Canada sir," they said in unison.

"Ah… that's quite a long way," Dumbledore said. "By now I assume you are at a school like this for wizards and witches."

They shook their heads in response.

"North Americans," he sighed, "always cutting corners."

"Excuse me Professor, but I don't understand," Jessica said.

"Me neither," Courtney said.

"We're just lowly muggles," Kayla explained.

"Well as you can see, you are not just muggles," Dumbledore said. "Only creatures with magical ability can see Hogwarts, you must know something about magic, seeing how you know the term muggles."

"It's in our books," Jessica explained.

"But we just figured that it came from someone's elaborate imagination," Bobby interjected.

"Well as you can see it's not," Dumbledore smiled. "This is beside the point, maybe some day I'll explain it to you. It appears that you'll be staying with us for a while, well until I discover what went wrong with these dungbombs." He held up the package. "For now, you attend classes, as if you were any other wizard or witch."

"Whoa, back up," Courtney interrupted. "Classes? Wizards? Witches? What the hell are you talking about? That's all make-believe."

"I thought we already went though this, you all have magical ability, so it's about time you were taught how to control it," Dumbledore explained again.

"Idiot," Cassie and Kayla mumbled.

"Shut up!" Courtney yelled.

"Oh, bite me," Kayla shot.

"I think I'll leave that to the giant," he grumbled.

Dumbledore cleared his throat to gain the teens attention once more. "As I was saying, you'll be attending classes, so evidently you'll need to be sorted and will need to obtain a wand. I can't do anything about the wands right now but I can sort you into your houses."

Elegantly, he rose from his seat and walked to a bookshelf. On the top shelf sat a tattered old wizard hat. Everyone except Courtney fidgeted with nervousness, knowing what was in store. Cassie and Kayla glanced at each other knowing very well that they were going to be separated.

"Now, as some of you might know, there are four houses here at Hogwarts, They are Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff. This is the sorting hat, he was created many years ago by the four founders of Hogwarts, it's his duty to sort newcomers into one of the four houses, by looking deep inside of you," Dumbledore explained. "Who would like to go first?"

No one moved.

"Alright, how about you Miss Waterfall?" he asked.

When the hat was placed on her head, it fell over her eyes. "Hmm…" the hat whispered in her ear, "What a lovely, brilliant mind you have, a bit snooty, but quite a kind heart." I'm not snooty, she thought. "I said just a bit."

"RAVENCLAW!" the hat yelled out.

"You don't need to shout," Dumbledore said.

"Sorry."

"Next," Dumbledore ordered, placing the hat on Tina's head.

Oh just put me in Slytherin, Tina silently commanded. "Touchy," the hat grumbled.

"SLYTHERIN!"

"That was fast," Kayla mumbled.

"Stuff it Woods," Tina snapped.

"Courtney, it's your turn," Dumbledore said. "Are you ready?"

"Can't I just go home?" he asked.

"I'm afraid not at the moment," he sighed, placing the hat over the boy's head.

"How many of you are there?" the hat demanded. Too many, Courtney thought. I wish Brandon was here. "Hmm… you don't seem all that bad." Oh shove it up your ass and just pick a house already. "Maybe I'm wrong."

"SLYTHERIN!"

Next it was Bobby's turn. "Hmm... It appears I am given a challenge with you, very cunning, a good mind, and brave also. What should I do with you?" Whichever house you choose just don't put me with anyone who would harm my sweet princess. "Ah very loyal to those you care about you seem. Yes, I know just where to put you now."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"At least it's not Slytherin, oh Lord of Fluff," Cassie mumbled.

"That's me," Bobby grinned.

"Your turn Miss Woods," Dumbledore said sweetly.

With a sigh, Kayla let the headmaster place the hat over her head, engulfing her in darkness. "Interesting… very interesting, you seem to be a bright child." Am, not! "Brave too, to speak your mind. I also see great loyalty. But where to put you, where to put you…."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Shame, it wasn't Hufflepuff," Cassie whispered.

"Yeah," Kayla agreed.

Without warning, Dumbledore placed the sorting hat over Cassie's head. For a second she forgot where she was and was about to rip the hat off when he whispered, "I'm not that frightening am I?" Oops. "Now let me see, loyalty yes, hard worker… hmm… not bad mind as well. Very shy aren't you?" That's the understatement of the century. "I think you'll excel in…"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Excellent, excellent, now that you're all sorted, I suppose I need to know your ages, so I can place you in the right year," Dumbledore said, putting the sorting hat back on its shelf.

"Won't we all be first years?" Kayla asked.

"Merlin no, that would be very odd to have you all with the first years. No, you'll be placed in your proper years, but your first week or so you'll be taking lessons with me, and then whoever is old enough shall take their OWLs. Now your ages please," he said.

"I'm sixteen, so are Cassie, Tina, and Jessica," Kayla butted in. "Courtney's fifteen, and Bobby's seventeen."

"So you young ladies will be placed with the sixth years, while Courtney is a fifth year, and Bobby is a seventh year. Merlin you have a lot of catching up to do."

"Professor, if you're real, does that mean Harry Potter is too?" Cassie questioned.

"As a matter of fact, you six switched places with him, and his friends, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and his little sister Ginny, along with two of my professors, Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall."

"Yeah, no Pointy Nose!" Kayla and Cassie cheered.

"Pointy Nose?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh never mind," Kayla murmured, going a little pink.

"Is it bed time yet?" Tina yawned.

"Heavens to Merlin, you must be tired," Dumbledore exclaimed. "The Prefects should be here soon."

As soon as he finished his sentence, a knock sounded at the door. Three teens entered the room, each wearing a golden badge with the letter P engraved onto it. Two of them were girls, sporting either the colours of Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. The third newcomer was a Slytherin all knew very well who he was, his ice blue eyes and grease blonde hair gave him away as Draco Malfoy.

"You called for us professor," the Ravenclaw girl said.

"Right on time Miss Patil," Dumbledore said. "These are transfer students from overseas they will be staying for a while. They have been sorted Miss Woods and Miss Waterfall are sixth years in your house. I would appreciate it if you led them to their rooms. Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Johnson and Miss Rollings will be with you. And Miss Abbot, Miss Kealohiani and Mr. Brown are in your house."

"Yes, professor," the Prefects chorused.

"Their trunks are already there, and they are to report to my office before breakfast," he instructed.

"Yes sir," the Prefects said. "Follow us."

So the Canadians followed the Prefects down the stairs and into the halls. Right now they didn't care where they were, exhaustion had caught up with them and they were ready to pass out on the floor if necessary. When they parted, it was an odd feeling, knowing that the next day they would wake up and be somewhere they only thought belonged in books and dreams.


The building though old from the outside it had appeared, looked inviting enough. As they entered the six witches and wizards stared down a long hallway that stretched the length of the strange building with doors to different rooms leading off of it. At the front of the building and to the immediate right of the group stood an open door, the room containing an older balding man who rummaged around as he searched for something.

Taking on her role as leader of the group McGonagall asked, "Excuse me sir, but maybe you can give us some information regarding this place?"

"I'd like to help but right now I have a goalball game to supervise," the man replied as he retrieved a large ball that jingled with the sound of a bell inside of it.

Professor Snape merely glared at the muggle, "Just direct us towards whoever is in charge of this place."

"That would be myself, Mr. Mic Ferris," then with a closer look at the newcomers Ferris apologized, "Oh, I'm sorry you must be the new co-ops here to help with the game. Excuse my rudeness but I've just been under a lot of stress lately, on our way over to the gymnasium I would be happy to answer whatever questions you and these trial students have about our school."

Not wanting to be late Ferris bustled the six back out the doors they had entered only moments ago. With a shrug the Professors along with the students decided to follow this odd muggle man. Back out in the evening air the seven of them crossed the path into a larger building through a pair of automatic double doors, making their way through the other building.

"You mentioned that this was a school, what school is this might I ask?" McGonagall wondered, hoping that they could get their bearings on what kind of place they had been thrown into.

"W. Ross Macdonald School for the blind and visually impaired, this is a residential school where the students stay overnight and participate in activities like the sport of goalball. You will see what goalball is like once we reach the gym, though what you see may surprise you."

They trekked through the school building until they landed themselves at an intersection. Though they could've decided to turn off their guide continued to lead them straight into a room that stood before them with two sets of double doors. The adults continued to talk as the young wizards and witches made their own impression of the place, Harry was becoming more board by the second after living with the Dursleys he despised the muggle world. Though his two Weasley friends were taken aback by the sheer awe of it, having never actually witnessed a truly muggle place before, while Hermione with her bookish ways chattered on wanting to figure out everything she possibly could about the school they were in.

Within the gym there were loads of kids either just goofing off or squaring off against each other and shooting basketballs into hoops.

Blowing a whistle that hung around his neck Ferris called, "Sorry that I'm a little late, hopefully you've all got your equipment on and are ready to play. Now we have some guests from Mohawk College who are going to be helping us out as well as some new trial students who are going to watch to see how goalball is played."

The group of six was directed to a set of bleachers that stood against the wall of the gym, the man leaving them there as he went to get everything under control. A girl who was helping set up stole a glance back at the bleachers- she looked to be about fifteen and wore strange mismatching socks. Her hair was red, tied back away from her face and her black eyes stared as she pulled out the ball with the bell inside it.

Recognizing the group her eyes grew wide in shock as she screamed, "Oh my God, it's Daniel Radcliffe!"

She ran over to the newcomers the remainder of the gym's population following suit, crowding around Harry and his friends asking non stop questions.

"You must have me mistaken with someone else, my name's Harry not Daniel," Harry replied dumbfounded by the swarm.

"You mean Harry Potter, I can't believe it's real, I always thought it was J.K. Rowling's imagine. I'm Stephannie, you're so amazing Harry, I love you so much," the redhead, Stephannie rambled on.

Great just what I need, another fan club and here I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with it here in the muggle world, Harry thought forlornly as he and his friends drowned in the crowd about them.

Ferris blew another note on his whistle, "That's enough fooling around there's a game to play."

"Sorry, I have to go ref the game but I'll be back as soon as I can. Oh and if you're gonna watch make sure to be really quiet or else the players won't be able to tell where the ball is," the preppy redhead informed as she bounced off into the centre of the gym.

To Harry it seemed like a normal gym, mostly but quickly he noticed that there was tape that seemed to outline the court. There were three people on each side, one in the middle about seven feet from the boundary line and two on either side of the person in the centre. The odd thing about these players was that they were blindfolded, sporting hockey pants as well as knee and elbow pads.

"Alright today's game is between the Red Hot Flames and Team Stoners," Mr Ferris announced. "I have a number between one and five, Aaron?"

"Two," the centerman to the right called.

"Dylan?" Mr Ferris called.

"What's the point, it's always two," the other centerman grumbled.

"Pardon me?"

"Three," he shouted.

"The number was two. Do you wish to shoot or to receive Team Stoners?"

"Shoot!"

"Alright, Centre," he said tossing what looked like a basketball to the boy called Aaron, "Quiet please, PLAY!"

Aaron quickly picked up the ball, took three steps back and then charged forward. The arm that held the ball swung back as if he was bowling and just as quickly swung forward. When he released the ball bells began to jingle from inside of it.

The ball raced down the court, even though the Red Hot Flames were blindfolded their heads turned to face the ball as it drew near. Just before it slid past the other teams centre, Dylan, he lay down and stopped the ball with his body.

"Tony," he called.

"Here," a boy to his right answered.

Dylan turned forty five degrees to his right and threw the ball to the ground. It rolled to Tony's feet as he quickly shot it back down to the other end of the court.

The game continued on like this for some time though Harry and his friends were unsure of just how long it was. Occasionally someone scored when they were able to find an opening in the other team's defence. The lead didn't last long, soon after there would just be another goal to tie the game back up again.

Eventually the whistle blew again and Ferris bellowed, "That ends the game Red Hot Flames win by a score of nine to eight. Each team meet at the centre of the gym to shake hands."

After the game, the group from the Wizarding world made their way back to the building that was the residence but this time the students had accumulated a fan club, trailing behind them. By the time, they made it back to the other building Harry and the others wanted to keel over from the ringing in their ears.


Once inside they were led into a lounge type room with a couch, some chairs and a TV, the group making themselves at home in the welcoming room.

"Now you just wait here while I see what accommodations can be made and which rooms we have available," Ferris instructed leaving the group to wait alone.

As they waited with his trademark scowl Snape grumbled, "First we have to put up with muggles and now we have to suffer with blind brats as well."

"Severus, we are just going to have to make do while we're stranded here until we can figure out how to return to Hogwarts," McGonagall scolded.

"You know Professor, not all muggles are bad and some even have magical properties," Hermione piped up.

"I didn't ask for any input from you Miss Granger so keep your nosy little bookishness out of this. Five points from Gryffindor."

"But Snape… we're not even at school, why do you have to keep taking points from us?" Ron Weasley whined.

"Because I can, five more points from Gryffindor for questioning my authority."

"One of these days that big ol' pointy nose of his is going to fall right off of his face," Ginny commented under her breath winning a series of snickers from her fellow students.

Cutting the conversation short Mr. Ferris returned with a pair of adults, who seemed to be fairly young,

"So tell me again who are you?" Ferris demanded.

"We're the new co-ops from Mohawk College," one of the newcomers replied.

The man was confused, "If you're the co-ops then who are these two?"

The co-ops shrugged as Ferris glared at Snape and McGonagall, "If you're not co-ops or teachers then you must leave, you have no business in this school."

"I'll gladly leave, better than being stuck with some dirty, blind muggles," Snape replied with distaste and left from the building that was beneath him.

With a sigh, Professor McGonagall followed the impossible man, hoping to find another way to keep an eye on the young witches and wizards.

"Well now that's been taken care of I'd better show you all to your rooms, the girl's floor is upstairs while the boy's sleep here on the main floor," Ferris announced leading them upstairs to where Hermione and Ginny would stay.

The man conversed with some other staff members that they encountered in the hallway and then continued a ways, stopping as Ferris knocked at the door of a room. There was a shout from within until the door opened to reveal an average girl with straight blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Ferris, I swear whatever you think I did I didn't do it this time," the girl protested.

"You're not in trouble Maggie. I just came to introduce you to your new roommate, Miss…" He paused struggling to find the girl's name.

"Hermione Granger," Hermione supplied.

"Ah yes, thank you. I'll leave you two to get to know each other."

The remaining three students encountered similar situations as they were sent to different rooms and introduced to their new roommates. Ginny was next to be paired, sharing a room with a short quiet girl that possessed blonde hair and glasses, named Brooke. Returning to the main floor Ron was paired with a tall boy named Stephen Lovely, and after his friends had gone Harry was finally set up with a boy called Brandon Shafonie. The group of friends who had come from Hogwarts, now separated though they were knew that somehow, they would manage to get through whatever adventures tomorrow would bring as- in their separate rooms- one by one, they passed into slumber.


The next morning, Jessica woke in a room she had never seen before…. Wait, now she remembered her and the others had somehow teleported to Hogwarts. She was sorted into Ravenclaw. In the bed next to her lay Kayla, still asleep. Gently, she tried to shake her awake, but she still continued to snore. How does Cassie do this? She wondered, Oh yeah. With all her strength she lifted up the brunette's mattress and watched her tumble onto the floor.

"Owe, Cass!" she yelled.

"I'm Jess," Jessica protested.

"Oh yeah," she mumbled.

"Come on get dressed," Jessica ordered.

"Ain't it good enough that I'm awake?" Kayla complained.

"No, not really, remember we have to meet Dumbledore before breakfast."

"But I'm too tired I wanna sleep," she exclaimed, rolling over in the comfort of her bed.

"C'mon get dressed," she suggested, throwing a uniform from one of the trunks that was given to them the night before. Most likely the house elves brought them up, from storage.

"Fine," she mumbled getting up mumbling, "You're worse than Cassie," under her breath.


"Man I'm hungry," Cassie mumbled.

"Bottomless pit," Kayla murmured, sitting next to her.

Four out of the six Canadians sat once again in front of the Headmaster's desk. Tina and Courtney were late. Just like practice, Cassie thought, recalling their wrestling practices. Professor Dumbledore was late as well. It was odd, the four knew that the Professor usually was on time, but here he was late. Just then the missing two teens entered the room.

"About time," Bobby said.

"Oh shove it," Courtney snapped.

"What too early for you?" Cassie teased.

"Ducked."

Before an argument could break out between the classmates the Headmaster entered. Next to him, was another old man. In his hands he carried a giant box that looked to be too big and heavy for him. However, the old man seemed like he wasn't having any trouble, in fact it looked like he could have thrown it across the room like a tennis ball.

"Morning kids, I hope you all had an excellent sleep," Dumbledore said. All nodded. "This is my friend Mr. Ollivanders, he will be giving you your wands."

At the word wand all forgot about their drossiness and sat up straight.

"Hello kiddos," Mr. Ollivanders said, "Now this may take a while, because you can't choose the wand-"

"The wand chooses the person," Kayla, Cassie, Jessica, Tina and Bobby chorused.

"I see you've heard this before." All six nodded. "Then let's get started. To make my life easier would you just take a wand out of the box, if you please? When you find one, bring it over to my right and give it a wave."

Quickly, they stood up and began to dig inside the box. It was pure chaos, with six teens waving random wands. Glasses were breaking and books were flying off the shelves. The first to find their wand was Courtney, 9 ½in., birch, wand with a dragon heartstring in it. Next was Jessica, a 10 in. birch wand with unicorn hair. Nothing happened for the next half hour, but finally Tina found her wand, a 7 in. pine, also with dragon heartstring. Half were done while the other half continued to search. Coincidently Cassie and Kayla found their wands at the same time, both were 11 ½ in. long, and both contained a phoenix feather, the only difference between the wands were that, Cassie's was made out of mahogany, while Kayla's was made out of oak.

All the while Bobby was having a great deal of trouble finding his wand. Wand after wand rejected him and he could feel his frustration boiling over. Finally there was only one wand left. This better work or Courtney better run before he finds himself as a punching bag, he thought. As he waved it he thought Lumos. From the end of the wand a light illuminated.

"You're a very lucky young man Mr. Brown, that there, is a 13 inch, oak wand with werewolf hair," Mr. Ollivanders said. "Now that you are all equipped, I shall take my leave."

"Well I do simply adore wolves, especially this little pup," Bobby exclaimed pulling Kayla onto his lap and messing with her ears.

"Bobby, stop that," she whined in protest.

"No love, you and your pointy ears are mine," he grinned evilly.

"Oooh… ears," Cassie commented and joined in the fun.

"You two are so evil they should've put you in Slytherin."

"Now I'm sure you don't want to be kept from your morning meal, so run along," Dumbledore broke in with a wink in his twinkling eyes.

Knowing that they were dismissed for the time being the six left the wizard's office making for the Great Hall. They were both anxious and excited of how their first day at Hogwarts would turn out.


Pickle-c.o. - Goalball is a real sport so : P.

Kayla-m.f. -: Yeah what she said.

Emokidemokid - R&R Please.