Disclaimer: I'm not italian or british so there's no way I could own Winx Club, or Harry Potter.
September 2th, 1998, Hogwarts.
The portrait of the potion master and former headmaster, entered in his portrait in the headmistress office in Hogwarts, passing the portrait of the old coot called Albus fucking Dumbledore, who smiled in his direction. The potion master rolled his eyes.
"Severus, my boy, nice to see you." said Albus; the how the eyes of the deceased headmaster had that sparkling gaze in the portrait was beyond him.
"I would say the same if I could, Albus." Replied camly, and took a seat in the chair painted in the portrait.
"Hello Severus."
"Minerva." He made a quick nod to the old woman and former colleague. "Can we have a word? Privately."
"Of course." Minerva replied and took a little and empty enchanted portrait from her desk, signalling her predecessor to enter there.
"Severus, my boy, is something of much importance to tell it in from of us?" Said the portrait of the former director. Severus snorted, Gryffindors and their obsession of knowing everything to stuck their noses where they haven't been called.
It didn't surprise him at all, Albus had a bad habit, the raw need to control everything, like chess pieces.
"It is." said plain and without another word, emerged of his portrait and entered the other in Minerva's hand.
They got out of the office, passing the annoying voices of children and teenagers, and soon they were near the dungeons, specifically, an empty classroom used by the deceased potion master in his free time when he was alive.
The reasons why Snape loved that place was the many wards he had put in the time he were headmaster. A place to talk without the annoying voices of the Carrows, or the incessant yelling of the dunderheads he had under his charge... and a powerful muffliato that even in his dead, didn't vanished thanks to the instructions in an ancient book..
Minerva seated in a comfy cogswell chair, green and black, putting the little portrait on the desk.
"What is that so important you wanted to talk with me?"
"Draco found an annoying little pest, and saved her from Dark Wizards. It appears that the girl is not from here, is from America and he can't take portkeys to travel out the magical Britain..."
"Dark Wizards... Morgana's sake, we had enough of Dark Wizards for two lifetimes. Severus, what is my part on all this?"
"Help Draco, of course. I know you're capable, even in if that capable means the intrusion of those dunderheads of your house." The stare of the former potion master was of somebody so bored with everything... "The child is magical, will not be a problem if she stays here a few days."
"Well, Hogwarts was founded to protect the children from the menace of the muggles and their church in the Dark Ages... if this child is magical and is in peril, she can come here."
Severus nodded and abandoned the portrait, wanting the solitude in Malfoy Manor.
Minerva stood and hurry her way to the headmistress office, with worry saw Potter standing in front of a blank space, and Granger trying to make him speak.
She knew the young man had it hard, depression is a bad counselor. She had the hope the boy started talking soon, he needed what muggles call, therapy.
Not many moments after she made it to her office, the red flames of the chimney turned a pale jade green, and two persons, a tall young man and a little girl emerged from the flames, the both with robes in green colours.
"Headmistress McGonagall." politely said the young man "Thanks for your help."
"You're welcome Mr Malfoy. How's your mother?"
"Waiting. My father will be release from Azkaban next year. But, our problem now is with her." Draco looked behind, where the child was hidden.
Bloom was looking the strange office with a hint of fear. Her big bright blue eyes gazing the men and women in the portraits. Some of them sleeping. The young wizard put his hand in the head of the redhead.
"What we have here?" Said a joyous voice from one of the portraits. Sparkling eyes, long white beard... "What's your name, my dear?"
"Bloom Elizabeth Schuyler, sir."
"Schuyler? Like Bartholomew Schuyler, the famous curse-breaker master of Germany?" Said another one.
"She must be a pureblood then!" exclaimed the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black.
"I heard the Schuyler emigrated to the new world in between the Second muggle World war in 1942. Those nasty muggles killing the ones who helped those Jews..." Armando frowned.
"And don't forget that was the time Grindelwald raised as a Dark Wizard..."
"How old are you, my dear?"asked the portrait that spoke first, interrumpting his predecessors. "You don't look with enough age to be in Hogwarts."
"She's nine, almost ten." Replied Draco with annoy in his voice. "I think my godfather told you everything you needed to know, didn't he?"
"Yes, Mr Malfoy. He did it, but what we want now is an explanation. Also, if she's going to be here, she must have a fellow student responsible in charge..."
"Saint Potty." The blonde rolled his eyes, Bloom behind him raised an eyebrow, then smiled.
"Saint Potty, that's a funny name."
"I'm afraid Mr. Potter isn't in shape to take that responsibility now. The war left him with post traumatic stress... we'll have to use the hat, and assign a member of that house to take care of Miss Schuyler."
Draco nodded and gave a quick explanation. Bloom nodded and filled the holes in the story. McGonagall narrowed her eyes at the mention of a group of dark wizards, Hogwarts wasn't ready to face another attack.
But they couldn't let a child alone, not when she was targeted by evil forces.
Bloom meanwhile was sure the men that kidnapped her wanted to sacrifice her in a dark cult, making the wizard, the old witch and the portraits chuckle.
She frowned, why nobody believed it? In the church, the reverend said that, mean persons kidnapping children to drink their blood in cults to Satan, and that they made it near Halloween. For that reason parents have to be with their children, and be against that pagan tradition...
The headmistress stood and walked to a portrait, opening and revealing the place where a snoring hat was sleeping. The old woman took the hat, and this stirred like he was alive. Bloom was stunned by this, in few hours, she not only were kidnapped, she did meet a real wizard, had the chance to travel in the most uncomfortable way, saw real magic in action, saw elves and talked to portraits... now she was watching a hat, talking.
"The sort was yesterday headmistress. What is so important to discuss now?"
"We have a guest, Orion. She's nine, and she's in danger. She needs to stay in Hogwarts but we need to put a student in charge, from one house. We need you to know what we need to know, in the hypothetical case she would be sorted here, which house she would be."
The hat moved his point, and was putting in the head of the redhead child. A voice began to talk inside her head.
"An unique individual are you... you're not even from this world I see..."
"I don't understand you... huh, Mr Hat?"
"I see everything inside between your ears, child, that's my job, to search the strength and weakness, the abilities and qualities. I send the brave ones with heart of gold to the great lion house, and the sly, smart and ambitious to the serpent's den. Those who have thirst of knowledge and wisdom, to the marvellous eagle nest I send, but those who are amicable and gently with the badges will be.
"I am the sorting hat, two hats like me you'll never find, I was created for the great Godric, and enchanted by the lovely Rowena, with impartial judgement by the fair Helga, and the power to see what's hidden is, by the cunning one, that Salazar, so let me child to see your mind, to see in which house you'll be fine."
Bloom was laughing. The hat started a song inside her head, and she doesn't understand why she wasn't afraid. Something inside her head must be wrong, maybe she lost her mind, and was a loon like Mitzy called her. But she was curious, and wanted to know, prove her theories, and now, she had one. Magic is real.
"You're funny, and have a great voice, sir."
"You're interesting as well, and very powerful too. Oh, many years passed since the last time I heard about guardian fairies and now I'm in the head of one... but you have to learn, have to be prepared, because, with a great power, a great responsibility came chained to it. You have traits to be in Slytherin little one, you're ambitious, you're cunning and sly, smart enough too, but you need to learn even more than hide. The only place for you is..."
"Ravenclaw" screamed the hat, after almost ten minutes. Minerva took the hat off of her head, smiling motherly to the redhead child.
"I need to go. The Aurors came everyday checking if I'm not making dark magic. I'll see you tomorrow Miss Schuyler."
Bloom nodded sadly, and ran hugging Draco, before he stepped in the fire place where he were engulfed by the green flames. Minerva took her by the hand and they descended the stairs, a weird figure made of stone moved aside.
The little one saw everything with awe, the floating candles, the many boys and girls in robes with books and wands walking in the halls, a tiny man with a funny mustache... she and the headmistress walked in a great hall with four large tables and banners in different colours above. In one, was red and yellow tones, a lion stood in his back feet, two paws in the air, ready to attack. The green one with silver bord has a serpent with green scales and silver tiny eyes. But they stopped in the blue one with bronze tones. Above, the image of an bronze eagle with blue eyes and extended wings greeted her.
One girl was there, the only one, but the only option in the house of the eagles. A former veteran of the war against Voldemort. She had dirty blonde hair, silvery gray eyes so big like the moon and fair skin. The girl had her wand stucked behind her left ear. She had radishes in her ears and a cap as necklace. She raised her gaze and smiled warming to the headmistress.
"Hello Professor McGonagall"
"Miss Lovegood, she is Miss Schuyler. Is a bit young but needs a guardian. The sorting hat put her in Ravenclaw and..."
"I'll do it" replied with a dreamy voice, patting her side. "Come and sit here Miss Schuyler."
"Just call me Bloom."
"Good." Luna frowned putting the tip of her finger in the tip of the nose of the young one "You have an infestation of wrackspurts"
"Wrackspurts?"
Luna nodded "They're invisibles, they float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy."
Bloom nodded unsure of what she could say, and took a seat aside the blonde, moving her hand around the head, trying to scare away the devious and invisible creatures.
The headmistress sighed and took her leave, walking to a large table in front. Many people started to enter the Great Hall, friends chatting, gossiping... She narrowed her eyes to those who were giggling and teasing saying loony, looking in their direction.
Luna took her wand, a silvery hare sprout from the wood stick making the little one laugh.
"Now you don't have Wrackspurts. They hate positive thoughts."
"Thank you. My name is Bloom. What's yours?"
"You already said your name. Mine's Luna. You're in problems, aren't you?" Asked the blonde and she nodded, starting to exposing why she was in Hogwarts and saying she missed her friend Draco.
Talking with Luna was great, she was a great listener. The ravenclaw was sure that all was fault of some things called heliopaths, and that was a evil scheme from a Fudge that was a vampire... those four were his workers?
"He knows we have Harry, so he needs kidnap magical children from around the world to make a evil team and bring down the Ministry, in revenge for lose his position as minister. Then the aurors can spread gum disease and help Fudge. This needs to be in the next article in the Quibbler!"
Bloom gave a quick nod, if her guardian said was important, it must be, after all, her life changed in seconds so, she need something to believe. Now she had two friends in that place faraway from home. Oh damn, her parents must be very worried, she had to ask her guardian how she can go home.
Then something called her attention. Many girls were flirting with a boy with glasses and unruly dark hair. The poor one had an dark aura around him, and a gloomy face, like he had seen someone killing kitties with a clamp.
"Hello Harry Potter" said Luna without leaving the page she was reading. The little redhead looked curious, reacting to that name. He was Saint Potty! But he didn't looked so special...
"Hi Luna" the boy took a seat resting his elbows on the table, and let fall his head in his hands. "Have you seen Ginny?" The blonde shook her head "That's great."
Bloom saw something floating above the boy and gasped, then she rubbed her eyes but that image didn't disappear. The aura was purple, and sad, almost crying, depressed...
"You're tormented, Saint Potty"
The boy gazed the little girl bewildered and frowned. She was grinning.
"She's my protégé, Harry" replied Luna before he make the question. "She needs a guardian here because Fudge kidnapped her to make a team to destroy the Ministry letting the Rotfangs create a chaos" she raised her head and frowned. "You're tormented, Harry Potter."
"That's what I said." said the child, pouting.
"Kidnapped?"
"Yeah, four. I was with my family having supper, the earth started to shake, was an earthquake, we were reaching the safe spot and they came and took me away, they were about to sacrifice me to their satanic cult but Mr. Malfoy came a saved me using an stick like that." She signaled the wand.
Harry frowned, a little bit confused. Draco Malfoy... the most selfish person he ever had the displeasure to meet... saving a life? Why the rotation of the planet didn't stopped by now?
Valyrian's replies.
Silvos- Thanks for your comment! I don't think Luna will be a fairy, but that's a good idea.