Hey you crazy kids, ready for more masochism? Well here's my attempt at a Harry Potter/Avalon crossover, Jewels and Wands. Oh yeah, I was getting creative with title there. It only has two short-ish chapters, so I'll combine them. According to the files, chapter one was last edited on September 4, 2004, and chapter two the day after. It was written after Ghost Wolf and Order of the Phoenix came out, but before Heart of Avalon and Half-Blood Prince. I remember this fic much more clearly than the other two, and there was a pretty ambitious plot planned out, which I'll explain in the A/N at the end. In fact, this story idea may even be…salvageable?

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CHAPTER I

"This tree house is a DISASTER, Zachariah!" scolded Silver Eyes.

The pack mother was right. The bedroom alone was the equivalent to a garbage dump. (I'll spare you the details).

"Clean it up!" ordered the silver wolf.

Zach obeyed. His usually mellow wolf mother could be quite assertive at times, it was best to do what she said.

In a few hours, the tree house was looking better.

Exhausted, Zach sat down in an armchair, made of Okwa's softest moss.

All of the sudden, there was a flash of light, and a tall figure appeared. Her gray hair was in a bun, on the top of her head was a pointed hat. She wore an emerald green robe that reached down to the floor. In her hand, she carried a stick.

Zach jumped up, his dragon stone glowing, ready to defend himself.

"Are you Zachariah?" she asked Zach.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Head Mistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"And I'm a quiffle in disguise."

"My reason here is no joking matter, for I fear that what I am about to tell you will bring a great shock."

"Try me."

"Very well, then. The Ministry of Magic-

"The Whatistry of Whosit?"

"The Ministry of Magic, the governors of the wizarding world.".

"Wizarding world?"

"The community of wizards on Earth."

Zach couldn't help laughing.

"You ARE insane! There's hardly ANY magic on Earth!"

"We keep out existence a secret."

A low growl came from below the tree house. McGonagall looked down and gasped. Below them was a giant black wolf, Zach's pack brother, Moonshadow.

He sprang up into the room with just a few leaps off the branches.

The wolf bared his teeth fiercely and fixed his eyes on McGonagall.

"Easy, Moonshadow. She's not going to kill me!"

With another fierce growl at the professor, Moonshadow stood down, but his body remained tense.

"As I was saying, they have been looking at your family history, and they have found that you are the grandson of the wizard, Henry Gardener."

Both of them gasped.

"You are kin of Gardner!" exclaimed Moonshadow.

"You traveled to another world just to play a practical joke on me?" he exclaimed.

"I feel she speaks the truth, brother."

"As do we." The looked down to see the speakers.

At the base of the tree house stood Silver Eyes and Dawnrunner (Moonshadow's mate).

"Oh my, More wolves!" gasped McGonagall.

They made their way up the stairs to the tree house, Dawnrunner helping the elderly pack mother over the higher steps.

"We come peacefully."

McGonagall seemed unstartled by the wolve's telepathy.

"We have seen your work with that magic stone." She said, pointing to the dragon stone, tied to Zach's wrist with a leather cord.

"We see that you have great magical ability, and your grandfather's wizard blood. We also feel that you have the potential to achieve his greatness, so it is only necessary that you attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This will mean leaving your home here, and traveling to the country of Scotland, on Earth."

"NO!" exclaimed Zach. "The mistwolves need me, I need them, I-"

"I assure you that we have look into the circumstances carefully and feel that the mistwolves are in no danger, as long as they are here.

'It is important for you to advance your magic, brother, we have no idea when the dark ones will strike again.' Said Moonshadow.

Zach turned to Silver eyes and Dawnrunner.

'I feel that the magic of wizards will be of great use to you, my son.'

'As do I.'

"But what if they come here, while I'm gone?"

"There are no power crystals here, and the Sorceress's magical animal theory has been proven false."

'We will miss you greatly, but the witch is correct, you have great potential, pack brother.' said Dawnrunner.

"How long would my stay there be?" he asked.

"Nine months." The professor replied. "But the students who choose to may go home for the holidays."

"What are the holidays?"

"Christmas, in the winter, and Easter, in the spring."

Zach knew the seasons.

"I need to think about this…"

"It is the pack of whom you concern, is it not?" asked his wolf brother.

"Of cores it is!"

"Then we will let the pack choose their own fate."

"You mean you'll have the pack vote on it?"

"Precisely!"

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An hour later, the pack had decided; Zach was going to Hogwarts!

"There will be 50 other newly discovered witch and wizard students at Hogwarts. Eight of them are of your age. You will take your classes with them, instead of the other 15-year-olds, or the little first year students." informed the Professor.

"I'm 15?"

She was quite surprised that Zach didn't know his own age, but was too polite to ask why.

"Our records show that you are indeed 15."

'Will Zach need any supplies for this school?' asked Silver Eyes.

"I almost forgot!" she exclaimed.

Digging into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a box, no bigger than a pencil bag. She set it down on the ground and pointed her wand at it. There was a puff of smoke, and where the box had been, was a full-sized trunk.

"That trunk contains your school supplies, including a wand, which you must not fool around with!"

"That's a lot of stuff!" he exclaimed.

McGonagall noticed that the sun was setting.

"Oh my! I'm quite late for my meeting! Good-bye Zachariah, I'll see you when the term begins, and remember the train for Hogwarts leaves in five days." the professor told Zach. "I will send one of my associates to escort you there."

She drew something from her pocket, which appeared to be an old shoe. There was a flash of light, and she vanished.

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CHAPTER II

Early morning sunlight spilled through the windows of the tree house the next day, awaking Zach from a long and deep sleep.

A bit reluctant to get up, he rested for a few more minutes, thinking about the last day's events.

Although he STILL had a ton of worries about the pack, Moonshadow had convinced him that the Dark Mages would not invade Fairy Glen.

Silver Eyes trotted in quietly, unnoticed by Zach. Seeing that her human son had not yet gotten up, she gave a sharp howl-like bark to rouse him.

His eyes bolted open.

"Don't startle me like that." He mumbled, still semi-sleeping.

"It is past your rising time, my son. We must make preparations for this wizard school."

He glanced over at his father's pocket watch, which lay on the bedside table.

"It's 5:00 in the morning, must sleep."

He reached for the leafy blanket, but the pack mother gave his pants leg a tug.

Seeing that she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, Zach quickly combed his hair, got dressed, and washed his face.

Now feeling less zombie-like, he followed his wolf mother down the tree house stairs, while being pestered with questions from the pack, and answered as many as he could.

'ZAAAAACCCKKKKKK!'

The Drake ran up to Zach and gave him a suffocating hug.

'NO EARTH! STAY HERE! RUB TUMMY!'

"Can't...breath."

The Drake loosened his hug.

'Zach no leave! Magic no work without Drake!'

"I didn't think about that!" he exclaimed.

If he were cut off from Drake, his dragon stone would be useless.

'Drake follow Zach to magic school!'

"I wish you could, but there's no room for you in the dorms!"

"I hide in woods!"

"I don't even know if there are woods near the school!"

"Woods everywhere, I find some!"

"I know that you need to come, but they won't even let me bring a mistwolf, let alone a dragon!"

"I live in your stone, like Adriane and Storm, like Kara and fire horse!"

"That's it, the mages! Maybe they'll have an idea!"

He broke away from the Drake's hug and dashed towards the lake, home of Marina, the water farimental, the large dragon following close behind.

Marina rose up from the water, shimmering in the light of dawn.

"Relax yourself, I have already contacted the mages, but I fear that my message was not that clear." she said, her voice, smooth and calm, like the lake it's self.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

As if on cue, Kara's five dragonflys popped into Fairy Glen.

Zaaaaakkkkk! Squeaked the yellow one, whom Zach recalled was Goldie.

! Said the orange one, looking at Marina.

They began to spin in a circle, becoming a rainbow blur.

In the center, a porthole appeared, no bigger than a salad bowel.

The faces of Adriane, Kara, Dreamer, Tweek, and Lyra formed.

"Zach!" said Adriane. "A water farimental just came a few minutes ago! She said something about you, wizards, and, Scotland!"

"It was WAY weird!" exclaimed Kara.

Zach noticed that she was covered in mud and dirt, and wearing a navy blue bathrobe.

"What happened to you?" he asked.

"She slipped near the water gardens and fell into a mud puddle." said Lyra.

"And when I went into Adriane's bathroom to take a shower, the sink turned on automatically, and then the farimental appeared, I could hardly make out what she was saying. What's going on?"

"To make a long story short, a witch came to the tree house yesterday, told me I was a wizard and Henry Gardener's grandson, that I had to go to a wizard school in Scotland, and, gave me a trunk full of school supplies."

"Henry Gardener's grandson!" they all yelled.

'ZAAAAAKKKK NO GO!'

They looked behind Zach and saw the Drake, who, before now, had gone unnoticed.

"Do you know what kind of magic that the wizard use?" asked Lyra.

"My HORARFM (Handbook of Rules and Regulations for Mages) says that wizards use their magic to do things such as tasks and chores. They also learn spells to fight and defend themselves." Piped Tweek.

His jewel (a.k.a. HORARFM) projected an image of a stick, like the on the professor used.

"This is a wizard's wand, they use it to cast spells almost all of their magic is in the wand." he continued.

The Drake began to whimper.

'Ask about me!'

"I meant to ask you how I could get the Drake to the school, and keep him hidden."

"You could hide him in a cave or something, my geography teacher says that Scotland has loads of them." said Kara.

"Let's do a web search on them, Scotland's a tiny place, I'm sure we'll come up with at least a dozen." added Adriane.

"Thanks." Zach said gratefully.

"Are you sure that the pack will be safe without you?" asked Dreamer.

"They seem pretty sure, they even voted on it."

The porthole began to close, for the dragonflys were growing tired.

"We'll send in the minis with the search results!" called Kara, just before she, they, and the dragonflys vanished.

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Wow, that was non-atrocious. I'm pleasantly surprised. Hell, the characters are even kind of in-character! Back in the day, I had this whole big story planned out in my head, where Zach went to Hogwarts and met the trio, Voldemort tried to take his mage magic, the girls showed up to help, and Zach finally got a paladin and evolved to level two… It was an actual plot with a beginning, middle, and end! Too bad I never got around to writing it.

Well, it's been fun! This marks the end of our journey into my sordid past of horrible fanfic. Unless I decide to transcribe my old notebooks, which contain Avalon stories that I wrote before I even knew what fanfiction was. They are physically and emotionally painful to read.