AN: As always, huge thanks to my beautiful artist Brie and my wonderful beta Ximena!

Warning: Contains homophobic language.

Disclaimer: Everything related to Hogwarts!verse belongs to J K Rowling, all of the Dalton!verse characters belong to Mamma CP and the OCs are thanks to one of three things: my friends volunteering, my brain making them up or the special guest I have dropped in because I can ;) Also, the title was inspired by 'Magic Works' from the OST of 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire', so credit goes to whoever wrote it.


The Gryffindors and Shane were heading to the Great Hall for lunch, chatting about the classes they had just been in when Kurt stopped suddenly, his face pale and his eyes wide.

"Kurt? Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine asked, his words rushed and his tone concerned.

"They're here." He stated, his eyes fixed straight ahead and his voice reflecting his fear.

"Who's here?"

"The boys who bullied me at Durmstrang." He answered. Everyone turned to look in the direction the chestnut-haired boy had his eyes fixed on, two boys- clearly Durmstrang students- strutting down the corridor and laughing loudly. "Rick Nelson and Azimio Adams, they're on the Quidditch team... they were the worst of them all."

Blaine squeezed his hand softly. "You've got us now. Come on, let's go-"

"Well, well, well; look who it is! We wondered where you ran off to." The tall, black boy of the two called out, his mouth twisted into a cruel smirk.

The shorter boy, with a red mullet, looked over, his lips twisting into a similar manner. "The Fairy transferred to Hogwarts!"

"Don't call him that." Blaine growled, turning and placing himself between Kurt and the two approaching boys.

"Or what?" The taller one squared up to Blaine, the height difference apparent as he set his face with a stony but cocky expression.

"Or I'll hex you into the next Triwizard Tournament."

People began to stop and watch, none daring to take a side.

The taller one laughed. "You really think you can hex me?"

"Azimio, back off." Shane called from the group, his face contorted into an angry expression no-one had seen before.

"Shut up, Anderson. What are you doing with these guys, anyway? I thought you were one of us."

Shane moved to join Blaine. "Because this is my brother. And Kurt is his boyfriend."

The boy- now known as Rick Nelson- laughed. "That explains everything! Fags run in your family!" He dropped his voice. "Tell me, is it from your Mum's side, or your Mudblood Dad's?"

"Stupefy!" Blaine cried, his wand pointed at Rick who went flying back down the corridor, causing spectators to hurry out of his way.

"So this is how we're playing?" Azimio snarled, stepping back and grabbing his wand. "Flipendo!"

"Finite Incantatum!" The spell dissolved in the air and Dwight shot forward. "Avis!" Birds shot from his wand straight into Azimio's face, causing him to stumble back and cry out as they began to peck at his head. He quickly turned to Rick, who had recovered and was running over. "Locomotor Mortis!" The redhead's legs immediately locked together and he fell with a whack to the floor. "Expelliarmus!" Rick's wand flew from his hand. "Expelliarmus!" Azimio's hit the wall moments later. The corridor was silent as the raven-haired boy stood there, his chest heaving from the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Thanks, Dwight." Blaine smiled gratefully.

"No problem." He replied shortly, still catching his breath.

"Boys! What in Merlin's name just happened here?" A Professor Shane didn't recognise, with brunette hair and long, deep red robes, rushed over, unlocking Rick's legs and making the birds disappear before turning to the group. "These are our guests, this is not how we treat them!"

Dwight's best friend rushed over and stood by him. "But Professor Seaway, they called Kurt a Fairy, called both Blaine and Shane the F-word- you know, about their sexuality, then called their Dad the M-word- the one about being Muggleborn!"

"It's true. Blaine may have cast the first spell, but he was provoked by Rick." Shane pointed at the redhead.

When no-one spoke up to deny the accusations, some even nodding as the Professor looked around, she sighed. "Alright. Andersons, Hummel, Houston, come with me. Adams, Nelson, come on, let's go and see what your High Master thinks of this." She turned to look around. "The rest of you, go; lunch will be gone if you're not careful." After a few murmurs, everyone dispelled from the hallway as Professor Seaway led the six away.

Later, after Azimio and Rick had received a severe scolding from High Master Bernhardsson and Blaine and Dwight a warning from Professor Harvey, Shane returned to the corridors of Hogwarts, where he bumped into Reed, literally. Before the Hufflepuff could fall, however, Shane caught him, his arm wrapping around the shorter boy's waist.

"Easy there." The brunet chuckled, ensuring the beauty in his arms was stable before reluctantly freeing him.

"Thanks." Reed was blushing again- which he found incredibly adorable- before meeting his gaze. "I saw you before, with the others and those bullies. That was really brave of you, standing up to them."

He rubbed his neck bashfully. "It was nothing; those guys are arseholes anyway, they had it coming." He chuckled. "I didn't knew Dwight was so good at magic."

"Yeah, he's the best Defence Against the Dark Arts student in the school, and he runs Dumbledore's Army."

"Dumbledore's Army? What's that?"

"A few years before the Second Wizarding War, when there was speculation about You-Know-Who's return, Harry Potter set up a secret club for people who wanted to learn defensive spells; because at the time, the Ministry of Magic had hijacked the curriculum and made pretty much everything theory-based. They got caught and the club was disbanded, but after the War they brought it back, but this time it's for students who are really good at Defence Against the Dark Arts, so they can improve their skills. Dwight's basically the teacher, because they're keeping the idea of how it originally was- but he gets a lot of guidance from Harvey."

"Wow, that's pretty cool. Why aren't you in it?"

"Me?" Reed outright laughed, and it was the most beautiful thing Shane had ever heard, even if he appeared to be laughing about himself. "I'm terrible at magic, and even worse at Potions. Thankfully I got to give it up in Sixth Year because I did really badly in my OWLs."

"You can't have done that bad."

"My potion nearly blew up."

Shane laughed. "It didn't!"

"It did! There was smoke and everything, but I fixed it before it actually exploded. I just managed to get an Acceptable. Luckily, my Mum wasn't bothered; she knows I'm rubbish at Potions."

"So what are you good at?"

"Herbology, and Care for Magical Creatures. I get hurt a lot by the creatures though- it's always an accident; as you've seen, I'm kind of clumsy." He chuckled nervously. "But I'm getting better at Charms; Professor Coulter's really helpful and friendly, and she gives me extra classes."

"That's good." Shane smiled. They looked around, seeing the corridor begin to fill up.

"Time for class!" Reed stated. "I'll see you around, Shane."

"Nice talking to you, Reed. What class do you have?"

"Magical Literature, you?"

"Transfiguration." He grinned. "What's the deal with that subject? It's like everyone takes it."

"Because Professor Seaway is a great teacher, everyone loves her. You should be glad she found you guys and not Murdoch; he's pretty nasty."

"Yeah, I've seen. I take Potions."

Reed winced. "He hates my guts."

"He appears to hate mine too, since he realised I'm Blaine's brother."

"He's the Head of Slytherin, he doesn't like Gryffindors." The two were quiet, sharing a smile. "Anyway, I better-"

"Yeah, I'll see you later. Have a good class."

"You too!" Reed waved at the brunet as he turned to leave, quickly knocking into another student and apologising before scuttling off, leaving Shane to grin after him before making his way to his class.


AN: I like to think of this chapter as "the one Dwight is a BAMF" XD Thanks as always for reading! If you have time, please feel free to review!