American Wizards

By

Fliangic Dep Essing

YO YOU YEA YOU! If you're reading this then congrats for being literate as well as being patient enough to read this and giving me time to write this. I was never a writer or fond of writing. I read not write. Disclaimer! Yeah, yeah, much angst here! References to games over the M rating (i.e. TF2, HALO, and HL2 episodes one through three). Also written by a teen, this will be rated TEEN! I do not (nor do I wish to) own the Harry Potter books.

(Ps: I don't even like J.K Rowling much, figure this out huh?)

Author's Note from HarryPotterFangirl4Ever: So yeah, this is the next chapter, written by my friend, who has decided to call himself Fliangic Dep Essing, BUT it was edited by me. Another thing, as you may notice, the characters are much more advanced than Hogwarts students. This is because they can only have lessons during the summer and have the opportunity to study privately. They are still 11 years old like every other kid going to Hogwarts. Yes, Fliangic will tend to write with much angst. Please don't hold that against him, he's a cool guy in real life. Please R&R!

Jeffrey Livingstone, a simple lad of the indeterminate age of between 14-16. No one could tell from his height or body looks. His long dark red hair spoke of his heritage and temperament, but his tall height and smooth grace, unusual for a teen, came from him being an illicit animagus. Tonight was just that time as his window opened up and a calico cat of reds, browns, and oranges slipped out the crack and into the moist evening. His path today was the same he had been making every Wednesday night for the past four summers. He and his "sister" had found out that they are indeed of Magical gift and powers and had been secretly taking classes from the local wizard after (REALLY after, the cat thought) school programs. He had on his own time been learning how to shift into the cat form he had chosen (those squirrels had it coming the cat thought).

The cat padded across the city park and into the hidden clearing shifting back into his human form, his shoulders straight and his green eyes piercing as he stepped through the bushes and touched the Portkey, the old forgotten Washington statue. He felt the sickening lurch as the ground flew away before throwing him back at it as he lands on the ground in the center of an abandoned loft refurbished to help teach the select American wizards and witches.

"Way better than the Griffon at Busch Gardens" Jeff muttered as he adjusted his glasses back up onto his nose.

"Oh so you finally admit that magic is better than your precious technology?" A voice said from behind Jeff making him swirl around, his two-foot-long Post-WWII wrench in hand ready to fend off an attack the doddering old wizard professor was known of creating.

Jeff growls none too gently, a perk he thought, of being a cat animagus, "Yeah but this technology," –motions to the heavy steel wrench- "can still put a dent into anything, magical or Muggle!"

Selena, his best friend and "sister" for life since they had met as little kids in Hawaii, sighed and stepped forward and gave a big hug to her annoying older "brother"

Jeff hugged back a little stiffly and sighed softly. "You know, I am still getting used to being a wizard."

Selene just looked at him as she backed off and took a seat on an old crate that held a boggart and immediately began to shake making her jump up even as Jeff strode forward and slammed the Wrench into the lid, reminding the boggart who was on the other side with the wrench.

"Yeah bugger, you do that again and I will teach you what I can really do with this thing," he kicked the box that was holding still making him grin. "See, Selena? Wrenches: no one likes to be at the business end."

Selena just rolled her eyes at the cocky teen holding the wrench over his shoulder and posing dramatically. She pulls out her wand and performs the Jelly-Legs Jinx, thus making Jeff slide to the floor with a "oomph" of outrushing air

"Now hey that is not…"

The Professor, an English Wizard who went about teaching the American "troops" as Jeff like to call them, into the wizarding art walked in smoothly for his plump figure and dispelled the Jelly-Legs Jinx with a wave of his wand, allowing Jeff to get up, his dignity hurt more than his rump.

"Students! I taught you better than to jinx each other willy-nilly…"

"Didn't know they used willy-nilly anymore, teach," Jeff interrupted as he hid his wrench on his person magically.

The Professor glared at him then looked at Selena, "I should have left him on the floor "

Selena just shrugs and hides a grin at Jeff's rebellious look, "I don't think he would appreciate that, sir."

The Professor looked at Jeff and grins, "Nah I don't think so either, oh but the reason I called you two today is that I have wonderful news."

Both Selena and Jeff stood straighter and Jeff was already reaching for his wrench again as there was rarely any good news from the Professor:

"Good new students today we are working with Blast-Ended Skrewts"

"Good news students since it's a full moon, I thought it would be fun to learn about the natural habitat of the Lycan"

"Good news we are learning how to fight…."

It just never ended well for the two students unfortunately.

"Good news students, and this time I mean it!"

Jeff already had his wrench in his hands again and was retreating to the door, "What is it this time teacher? Vamps? Zombies? More blood crazed Lycans? Dementors? Or even worse…Wizard Politicians?"

The Professor waves them all away and grins handed Jeff an envelope made of old parchment that read:

Jeffery Livingstone

Warehouse 31

8675 Terrace Court

Virginia Beach, Virginia

United States

He opened his letter and began to skim through the letter. At the top was the name of the school, and something about a Headmaster. The actual letter part began:

Dear Mr. Livingstone,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been nominated to join our international wizard exchange and if you accept, you will be educated at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

Jeff looked up in shock only to meet Selena's surprised and happy face

"No….they could not be doing this," Jeff looked up at the professor who was beaming with glee at having two of his, HIS, students chosen for the international exchange program.

"Jeff….JEFF! I got accepted too! I got my letter this morning! We…WE, Americans! Going to the fabled Hogwarts! Where …where Dumbledore worked! Where–, "she got an odd glint in her eyes as she read further into his letter, "-OMG OMG OMG!"

Jeff who was shocked, too much to even look back at the papers, he was horrified to the extreme. Yeah, Hogwarts was famous, sure the greatest battle between wizards' good and evil battle had taken place there, but…but he was pure bred American stock. His family had fought against those uppity Brits and won their independence and had created this great nation. He was the only student in his class nowadays that stood and proudly said the Pledge of Allegiance, his back straight and his eyes hard as he looked at Old Glory.

"I am NOT going to…to that horrid country! There is no way in this day and time you could get me…me! A pure bred Oklahoman? Going to that snobbish hell? You must be both daft and brain dead."

Both the professor and Selena gaped at Jeff as he looked at the opening words again and glared so hard that Selena was particularly fearful that the paper would combust in gory detail of flames in his hands and even as she thought that the paper seemed to wilt and start to smoke before Jeff looked up his green eyes dark and foreboding.

"Jeff…." Selena stepped forward to put a hand on Jeff's arm to try and sooth him but he brushed it away and shook his head "Jeff." she said more firmly "Get a hold of yourself, think about what you are saying! Hogwarts! The first Wizarding School! History is there and keeps happening there! I mean, you could visit the battle field where Harry Potter defeated Voldemort!"

Jeff glared at her knowing she was picking at his weakness for battle zones and the following history. Inwardly a small voice was excited that he had been chosen, and along with Selena no less! But the bigger voice was mad that they had chosen and was giving him the chance, no forcing him, to uproot and go over the great pond to the little island that had so much wizarding history.

Jeff sighed holding the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb folding his arms across his chest.

"Okay, let's say we do this…how are getting there?"

The professor took this time to step forward holding a small bag, "Floo powder, instant movement from here to there!"

Selena, if possible, was more excited by this news and almost bursting with anxiety.

Jeff, on the other hand, was scared to his combat boots. He loved to fly and he was okay with the stupid Portkey. On the other hand he loved to read science papers and laws of physics that the professor had glanced and then laughed at. Floo powder made him nervous as he has looked up his chimney and after deducting that Santa could not do it, how in the seven levels of hell was he going to fit in there and LAUNCH across the ocean to their foster home?

"Okay…no other means I guess? No civilized plane…? No boat?"

Selena, noticing how nervous he was looking, went over and made him look into her eyes.

"You. Jeff. Defeater of Boggarts, with nothing but your wrench, man who is not afraid to walk, AT NIGHT no less, through a neighborhood where people walk openly around with a gun in sight, cannot be afraid of skipping the laws of physics and going to England by Floo powder?"

"They would never shoot me…" Jeff mumbled as he had not even told Selena that he could turn into his cat animagus and that he could change his pelt at whim so that as a black cat, every superstitious snob would not even think of shooting it. "Plus…my wrench keeps me safe."

"Then man up and accept the fact that we are going via Floo network." Selena patted his cheek before going back to her seat leaving no room to discuss the matter.

Jeff grumbled to himself, and, turning his left hand into a fist, shifted the hand hidden by its long sleeve into a feral paw mix and extended his claws inward to prick into his palms as he sighed. He was not emo, the prickly sensation distracted his mind and helped him think and calm down as he made his way to the other chair and sat down his hands back to normal. He sighed, flipped his hair out of his eyes, and sat upright. Although reluctant, he was eager to learn the next lesson the professor had to teach.

"Good news! As you are going to Hogwarts, we are going to learn what the elusive Hufflepuff is and how it got chosen as the symbol of one of the Hogwarts houses!"