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Woohoo! In a fit of insanity and overly active imagination, my Harry Potter book and I have returned.

As a note, I tried very hard to make the chapter very long. Don't try to kill me… I'm too young to died.

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Chapter 10: The Flying Fool

(Juliet and Headmaster Alexander mused at the strange similarities between themselves.)

In the Academy, it was general knowledge to never question Wolfe about knowledge regarding any school subjects unless it was known before hand that she will proceed to explain with an abundance of patience until all questions are answered. Although, if you ask her about flying, secrets, love or even magical theory, she will stare at you with a blank face until you died of shame or walk away.

Headmaster Alexander likes to see Juliet smile, he likes cracking her blank mask, and he admit that his little one is just "too much fun to leave alone". Although, if he sees her with a potential mate, he, as her father figure, will scrutinize that person until they crack, or admit to him that they are only friends or acquaintances.

Both of them admit that seeing the students crack under the pressure is a joyful event. This will also train them to respond with less emotion to blank stares that peers into their souls. Less embarrassment to all of them later in life when they finally starts dating. They shivered at the thought of some of the students dating, some people are just destined to be single.

Wolfe McMillan, Juliet, or Kage Tsukiyomi, as she was called by the Japanese sector of students, was the beloved icon of the seventh year students. She looked like a fallen angel when she smile with her eyelids half-closed in sleepiness and wearing a white shawl around her shoulder. It was easy to assume that she is chased by the male population, but she is not. She never know why a person might greet her with a kiss on the cheek one day, and then avoid her another time.

Oh well, she guessed that Headmaster Alexander might have something to do with that, but it's bedtime for this overworked child. Eliminating clans after clans of wizards has caused her to become very tired indeed.

Nighty, night daddy, I mean Headmaster.

Nighty, night Little one, I mean, Miss Kage.

(Past)

Was there something more painful than giving birth? Yes, watching your loved ones died in front of you because you existed counts.

Was there something more painful than betrayal? Yes, watching the one who betrayed you gloat about it afterwards counts.

Was there a reason to all of this? Yes, because she was betrayed and hurt by those she once loved. Now, she is so tired, she just wanted to rest. Now, she is so numbed, she just want it to stop. Now, she is telling herself that it could have been worse.

Remus did not come the first two weeks she was here. She felt numbed, what if he doesn't come at all? 'He promised he will come,' she thought. 'I will wait. He will be here tomorrow.'

That tomorrow never came.

"Get up you freak, get up!" Mrs. Dursley was screeching again. Joy.

"Now!" Mrs. Dursley rapped on the door again.

Juliet heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the cooker. She rolled on to his back and counted to ten before lifting herself from the floor of the cupboard under the stairs. Two long legged spiders greet her good morning before scurrying off to who-knows-where.

The cupboard door, she discovered when she tried to push it open, was still locked. The Dursleys takes extra precautions to man-handling her. One of the ways was that they will not open the lock until she knocks back to signal that she is awake. Another was that they will never leave her alone with their 'precious Duddy', but we will talk about child mistreatment later.

She knocked, and Mr. Dursley opened the door slowly as though she would have rushed through and pummel him if he open it any faster. She inwardly thought that if she want to pummel him, just pushing his body away with part of her magic would have been enough to leave a bruise. She held her tongue with indifference as Mrs. Dursley gave her a piece of bread and a cup of water.

She sat in one of the empty corners of the kitchen before eating the bread slowly, not wanting to choke. She curled her legs close to herself as she sipped the water, savouring the taste of cool liquid. The Dursleys paid no attention to the strange girl in the corner, but occasionally, Mrs. Dursley would stare at her indifferent niece and wonder what happened with her parents.

On the day she arrived, she did spoke, but in such a mature and sweet manner that Mrs. Dursley wondered how they taught her to be as such. She addressed her Uncle as Mr. Dursley and her Aunt as Mrs. Dursley while calling her cousin as Dudley. She nod at what they told her to do, and would do it unless she is unable to or is not allowed to do. She bow and say 'thank you' in courtesy before excusing herself to read in the second bedroom, which now also has a lock on it.

When she does not understand something, she asked before trying. When there was a problem, she try to fix it without magic before even attempting to use magic and she always ask for permission before using it.

There was only one time she did not ask for permission, and that was when Dudley broke his arm while running a week ago. She fixed the arm by healing it with magic. Her eyes were tender and sweet at that time, but a few days ago, that look was gone.

Mrs. Dursley could only watch as her niece drifts away from reality only so long. Perhaps they are not the best choice to care for this child, this 'freakish, magical' child, this child who once had the tender and sweet eyes of an angel.

Mrs. Dursley sighed; Mr. Dursley gave her a look before they decided to leave Dudley and Juliet alone. It was time for a little talk between the couple.

Juliet stared at their retreating back before she drifts off again, not wanting to hear Dudley pigging out on the remaining breakfast. Yes, it was almost time for her to leave again, she predicted. She fingered her T-shirt and closed her eyes, wondering what would happen.

She never predicted that she would go to an orphanage the next day.

(Present)

A newspaper article, neatly trimmed and enlarged on a white 8.5" x 11" sheet of paper was sent to Wolfe onThursday by a regal black owl along with a letter from the Headmaster.

To Wolfe,

Greetings from your love ones. Know that I am proud of you whenever in doubt. Try not to attract too much attention. Understand that we do not want to lose you, we cherish every moment you are living. Come home on Christmas, your Aunt Crystal is visiting and she would like to "introduce a nice boy to you". Your mother and I love you very much, so be careful and have fun. Mother is having a fit at me for not telling her that you are going to Hogwarts instead of staying at home learning from us. Women, hope you don't grow up to be like them. Ouch, your mother just pinched
me for saying that.

Love from all around, Daddy and Mommy say, "We love you Sweetie."

P.S. Your friends thought that it would be good to send you a clip of their latest break through in their job, hope you like riddles.

That was short, to the point, but very effective in lessening her stress. The little hints he gave her was not unnoticed. In truth, the post-script was a warning to read the clipping because it regards Voldemort. The rest of the letter was made to sound like family talk, but it was more like this.

To Shadow,

Greetings from all around the world. Know that I will be there for you, so never be in doubt. Try not to attract attention, period. Understand that the Light and the Dark will not hesitate to kill you if they know of you value to us. Come back to the Academy during Christmas break, your teachers would give you your final exam then. Your mother Hecate would like to meet with you to tell you who you belong with. She depleted my magic by half for letting you get into danger. I hope that you would tell her to quite mess around with my magic some time soon. Ouch, she just pushed all of it back again.

Hope you will be back soon, Daddy and Mommy say, "Don't die. We love you Sweetie."

P.S. The investigation group just reported back, the clipping should be enough of a hint of what the Light and Dark are doing. Voldemort is back.

Well, certainly a great hint of whatWolfe should do. Nowshe just have to decide which class to pass sixth year besides potions, which she will pass seventh year without fail. There is no way that she would let herself be in the presence of Professor Snape as his student, that would be a weakness in her plot. He is much too smart for a mere Professor, no wonder Professor Valmont specifically told her to watchout for him.

Speaking of the devil, he is staring at the letter now, attracting attention to her letter from the rest of the staff. She forced a blush to surface to her face as her eyes twinkle with love and adoration, a smile creeping up her face. There by completing the illusion of a love letter being sent to her. Then, pretend to discover that she was being stared by the staff, turned her face slowly toward the table. Shocking expression, then quickly look down and left the Great Hall.

She is a good actor, enough to fool lots of people, but not the greatest in the Academy. Although that was enough to fool the staff, she knew that she will have to reveal herself sometime after fourth year, when the war, predicted by the many prophets in the Academy, will start. Sad, considering that four years away from the Potter family in Hogwarts is not very long at all.

When she reached the Ravenclaw common room, she let out a sigh, pretending that she forgot something in her bedroom. The Ravenclaw common room wall was decorated with looking glass and mirrors-like borders, every looking glass lets the viewer sees a different scene outside. Between each window, there hung a tapestry of moving wild eagles flying across the blue sky coloured fabric bordered in bronze. The wall are natural wood, maintained by the House Elves of Hogwarts.There weretwo towers on either side of the door.

The towers where there for the late-night studious students.The one surrounded by desks and chairsprovides parchments, quills and ink bottle when you insert some wizarding money in, while the other, surrounded byround tables and swivel chairs,is linked to the kitchen, which will provide warm drinks and late-night snacks to students for free. Rowena is very practical, but also very innovative in providing her students learning opportunities. She is also a very good interior designer.

The sitting area was like a nest, it dropsdownward from the main area to the fireplace as a focaland it was layered so every two step, there is a level of at least one sofa and two armchairs facing the fireplace. There are three levels in all, but all of the furniture besides the highest level has low back furnitures. The fireplace was lit every time a student steps into the sitting area, since the fire was only for show, not for warmth. The House Elves cast a warming spell every morning.

The ceiling over the sitting areawas bewitched like the ceiling of the Great Hall while the rest of the ceiling was decorated by smooth white marble shaped like overlappingclouds. Today, it was cloudy white, with little bit of light coming through. Wolfe love this weather, her second most likeable weather must be light sprinkle of rain with deep heavy clouds.

That reminded her to go to her roomand retrieve her mission folder, which is part of her report about Hogwarts as a student, but also about the Light and Dark side in this conflict. She slipped into the circular dome-likedormitory and opened one of the doors. Her room was plain, but at least it gave her some privacy from other students.

She left the Ravenclaw common rooms in less than 15 minutes, but she still rushed to Hagrid's cabin just to paid the giant a surprise visit. After all, you can't be too anti-social toward the Groundskeeper. It pays to be friendly, she learned in the Academy, which seems to be such a long time ago.

(Later that day)

At three that afternoon, an owl swoops down onto the giant's table and pecked at Wolfe's hand. She delicately opened the letter after excusing herself and read the letter with raised eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, Hagrid, sorry about this," Wolfe took a deep drink of the tea before continuing. "But I have to be going now, Professor Dumbledore wants me to help Madam Hooch in the flying lesson today if possible."

"No need to worrie, go and help Ma'm Hooch." Hagrid said with a smile.

Wolfe decided that although the giant is harmless and friendly to a fault at times, he is more trustworthy than Professor Dumbledore, so she answered with an equally bright smile, "Hope to see you soon."

The giant see her off and waved, seeing her wave back with a smile, he joyously trudged off to his work.

At the grounds, Wolfe helped Madam Hooch set the brooms in two rows facing each other. When asked why, Madam Hooch replied that it would help her keep an eye on the Slytherin and Gryffindor. At Wolfe's inquiring look, she laughed, but quickly apologized before explaining that it was because this year, the Slytherins has the proud and prideful Draco Malfoy, while the Gryffindors have the support of the hard-headed, stubborn Potter twins, Micheal and Theodore.

Wolfe and Madam Hooch makes jokes and laughed 15 minutes away. Madam Hooch asked rather Wolfe has any experience in flying, she truthfully told her that she usually use floo or portkeys to travel, but she was praised by her godfather in having a natural sense of balance and direction.

She showed Madam Hooch her grip with her correcting it every so often. Soon, she was flying and she demonstrated to Madam Hooch that she is a great natural-born broom rider. She and the broom stick was performing stunts that she would have gotten herself banned from brooms in the Academy. Madam Hooch was silent the entire time, but called Wolfe down after a while.

With 5 minutes remaining until the class come, Madam Hooch left Wolfe in charge while she inside for somethingmumbling about"Professor Flitwick" and "brooms". Wolfe laughed while she was out of sight, somehow, she just could not see Professor Flitwick on a broom.

'But if he is,' she thought. 'I wonder if he would be giggling and laughing like a kid the entire time.' She laughed a bit more before composing herself, knowing that the students will come in about 3 minutes more, she went on the broom like a teenager with a need for speed for another minute, not knowing that in another part of the castle, one Professor Flitwick and one Madam Hooch was watching, and plotting for a devious plan to win the Quidditch Cup.

TheGryffindors and the Pottertwinshurried down the front steps into the grounds for their first flying lessonat three-thirty that afternoon to see a Ravenclaw their age marching infront of the lines of Slytherins like a pacing cougar. The Slytherins seems to be unaffected by the pacing student, but they made no move to wander around or taunt the Gryffindors. They are standing dignifyingly by a broomstick with their voices raised so they can hear each other.

Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, grey hair and yellow eyes like a hawk. 'Probably fly like one too,' Wolfe noted.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" She barked at the Gryffindors. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."

The Slytherins wants to laugh at the unfortunate Gryffindors, who have the more battered and aged brooms, but one intimating look from Wolfe, and they quiet down for the lesson.

The lesson proceeded with Wolfe helping Madam Hooch showing them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end. They walked up and down the rows, alternating every so often correcting their grips. The twins were delighted to be praise by Madam Hooch and seeing her telling Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.

If Madam Hooch noticed how reluntant it was for Wolfe to interact with the Potter twins, she didn't say anything. Instead, she told Wolfe to kick off and supervise from the sky. Wolfe noticed that the broomstick she handed to Wolfe was slightly better than the school brooms.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and tne come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle - three - two -"

Neville Longbottom, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Come back, boy!" She shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle - twelve feet. Then a black blur went spinning up to meet him and his broomstick.

Wolfe has done this moveexactly adozen times since she has been in the Academy. Keeping Neville calm, she smile and whispered reassurance to keep him looking at her and not the ground while she placed her broom parallel to his and she puts the handles as close as possible. Looking at him with a determined look, she grabbed the two brooms and locked hishands in one of her own while the other tips the top of the two brooms until it slows down. Her legs tugged at his until it came loose, then wrapped them around her broom, she tucked her knees inward and locked them so it goes over the two handles and keeps his chest at a consistant level with the broom.

Madam Hooch watched as she performed this dangerous stunt, upside-down with Neville facing upward now, and fly in a leisurely, circular motion. She watched awed as Wolfe's back hits the ground. Neville fell off the broom and was desperately in need of a calming potion, but Madam Hooch really wants to ask where Wolfe learned sucha move. Nevertheless, as a teacher, the priority was clear. Wolfe smiled at her asMadam Hoochwalked away from the ground, but not before leaving Wolfe in charge and threatening to expel any of them if they try flying without her supervising.

No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face, he looked a ghost?"

The otherSlytherins joined in while the Gryffindors defended Neville, Wolfe stood at the side observing the rivalry. She still held the broom that Madam Hooch lended her, knowing that if she was forced to, she would have to settle things with flight alone. She shook her head at Malfoy's tactic, a true Slytherin should never openly antagonize against a large group of people, unless it is assured that he will win no matter rather his group supports him or not. A good rule to follow, basically, never go against a large group of people, unless you know that you will not be harmed or you are skilled enough to take them all down by yourself.

When Malfoy held up the Remembrall, Wolfe started walking towards the group while the twins started arguing with him.

"Give that here, Malfoy," said Wolfe indifferently, knowing that Malfoy would either taunt her or submit.

Malfoy seemed surprised by her reaction, assuming that she would not interfere.

Malfoy smiled nastily before saying, "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect -- how about -- up a tree?"

"You are trying my patience, Mr. Malfoy." Wolfe whispered in a calm manner, but Malfoy hadleapt on to his broomstick and taken off.

She eyed him like a hawk, and waited until he was at hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak.

He called, "Come and get it, McMillan!"

She flew up faster than the twins could even touch their broom. Dully, she thought she heard Miss Granger shouting at her, but she ignored her surroundings.

Flying to face Malfoy within an instant, she gave him a blank expression and stated, "Give it here, or I'll knock you off that broom."

"Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.

Wolfe noted that the twins are flying at them from behind her.

"Catch it if you can, then!" Malfoy shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back towards the ground.

Wolfe wasted no time in diving to catch the Remembrall ball, the twins were still a few metres away, and with their brooms, they will not make it. The dive was exhilarating, but didn't last long. The wind whistled in her ears, mingled with the screams of people watching - she stretched out her hand in a leisure fashion - a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull her broom straight, and she leveled the broom in a gentle landing with the Remembrall clutched safely in her fist.

"WOLFE MCMILLAN!"

Her heart was calm as stone even after the dive that was faster than free-falling. Professor McGonagall was running towards them.

Wolfebowed politely as she smiled and said, "Why, Professor McGonagall, for what do I owed the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice screeched out my name in such a terrified manner? As you can see, I am intact, and not at all hurt."

She sighed as she kept listening to her rave and the students complaining. Perhaps she should have some tea with Hagrid after this, she is in desperate need of relaxation after this. Although, complaining to Professor Snape about the volume control of Gryffindors might be even more amusing.

With her mind in auto-pilot, Professor McGonagall lead her to Professor Flitwick's classroom.

Wolfe was suddenly woke up to reality when Professor McGonagall let out a second, perhaps an even more terrified screech.

"YOU WANT TO DO WHAT?"

Sometime, Wolfe noted before she wake up completely, the Professors are like actors and actresses, but if so, than Wolfe is the Flying Fool.

Chapter 10: End
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