Me: Hmm, I've been having bursts of Harry Potter writing lately
Friend: Really? So what else are you going to write?
Me: I was thinking about a Naruto/Harry Potter, what do you think?
Friend: It's up to you
First things first, and that was to talk to Professor Dumbledore. I really couldn't stand to go through another one of Snape's lessons, especially when it was poor Neville that was the main target. Although he did seem to have a hatred for Harry, but I think that is on a more personal level. This school was just getting more and more interesting.
I would have never thought that the hippogriff statue was the entrance to the Headmaster's office. Harry had told me when I had asked where it was. I stopped in front of the statue and stared at it for a minute, trying to remember what Harry had told me.
'I don't know the password, but I can only tell you that every time it's been some sort of candy, or sweet.'
I shrugged at the thought and then looked up at the statue, not really knowing what I should do. "Um, 'chocolate frogs'?" I asked uncertainly. No dice. "How about 'blood pops'?" I had heard about them from Ron. They sounded disgusting. "No, then what about 'lemon drops'?" I knew it was a Muggle candy, but I couldn't help but try. To my surprise, the statue leaped out of the way leaving me there to stand in stunned silence.
I slowly walked up the staircase until I finally reached a door. Well, this is it. I thought as I pushed opened the door to the Headmaster's office.
I almost fell over as I walked in, due to the abnormally large bird that flew at me and perched itself on my shoulder. I looked up at my feathery friend so that I could take in it's appearance. It had bright red feathers with a tinge of orange on the side. The bird was warm, so warm that it felt a bit like the sun. I reached up and patted its head and it cooed in pleasure. "I see that Fawkes has taken a liking to you, Your Highness."
I looked up at the only desk in the room to see Professor Dumbledore watching me with twinkling blue eyes. "How-?" I started to ask, but then I saw Murata standing being the Headmaster. "Don't worry Shibuya, no harm done. We can trust him." I sweat dropped while staring at Murata but decided to let it go. If the Headmaster was ok with me being a Demon then I was fine.
"What brings you here, Yuri my boy?" The old man asked as the newly dubbed Fawkes flew over to his owner. "Um, I apologize if I've interrupted anything, but I came to talk about the actions of a teacher." A white eyebrow was raised, urging me to continue. I coughed as I went on. "I'm sure there are other teachers who have noticed this, but I believethat Professor Snape is abusing his power as a teacher to torment those who are not of his house."
The old man leaned back in his chair and stroked his beard in thought. "Yes, I have noticed this, but I am afraid that I have not been reported anything until today. I am very glad that you have mentioned this to me Yuri, for it gives me a reason to have a talk with Snape about that." I gave him a questioning look to, which he also noticed. "You see, being the Headmaster I would have to be fair toward every teacher and student in this building. So when one teacher accuses another with matter such as this, I cannot do much because I have to consider both words of the teacher. Then there is the matter with the students who are all underage and some do not understand the difference between a bullying teacher and a strict teacher." I nodded, that made sense. "But you, being an outsider with no particular hatred or love for any of the Houses and also you are, by Wizarding age, an adult. I can take your word seriously based on all of these factors. So I thank you, and I assure you that Snape will be having a long chat with me."
I scratched my head a bit. That was easier than I thought it would be. Then again, nothing was easy, at least not for me. "Uh, Murata? About that thing coming up . . . ." I started to ask hesitantly. My friend looked up at me with a glint on the surface of his glasses. "Don't worry, Shibuya. Albus and I were just discussing my new teaching position." I stared at him in disbelief but then rubbed my temples. This was just the sort of thing Murata would do. "Which position?" I asked, although I could already guess. "History of Magic, I looked into the class myself and to be honest, I think that the students deserve to actually learn something besides the art of sleeping." I nodded in remembrance. The only reason I was able to stay awake was due to Gunter's lessons, which were even more boring.
"Our dear Professor Bins has had no time to rest, I'm afraid. Even after death. It would be best for him to get some kind of holiday." I silently agreed with him. Despite being a ghost, I noticed that the Professor had noticeable bangs under his eyes from his time with the living. I could only imagine the overwork he goes through with teaching while being dead. I still didn't get my question answered. "Murata," I said in a warning tone. I was not in the mood for mind games. "I really don't want to go through another one of Wolfram's rants." The Great Sage only chuckled before saying, "Yes, Your Highness." I sniffed and started to turn away. "Just three more days, Shibuya, trust me we'll be back before you know it." I silently prayed that he was right.
I was walking down the hall as I noticed Hermione climb into the common room. I shrugged as I saw no reason to hurry. Instead I took my time until I reached the portrait. "Password?" It asked, "Balderdash." I answered lightly before stepping in. I looked over at Ron, Harry and Hermione just as they were talking about something, "Not going to have a very good month, are you?" said Hermione as she pet the ugliest cat I have ever seen. I went over and started inspecting the parchment over Hermione's shoulder. "You seem to be drowning twice." I said as I looked over Ron's homework that was obviously made up.
Hermione jumped at my sudden appearance as she turned around and looked me in the face, "Goodness, Yuri! You scared me!" I backed up and smiled in a silent apology. "Oh, I am! I better change that one to getting trampled by a rampaging hippogriff." Hermione scoffed, "Don't you think it's a bit obvious that you've made these up?" Ron scrunched up his face in mock outrage, "How dare you!" He continued with sarcasm just dripping from his voice. "We've been working like house-elves here!" I rolled my eyes as Ron tried to defend himself from Hermione's look.
"What's in the box?" asked Harry. Uh-oh. I had run into Hermione while she was at the Library a few times, and I had seen what she was reading about. And honestly, I didn't want to get involved. So, I sat into a chair and drown out Hermione's enthusiastic look on S.P.E.W., a new organization to help House-Elves gain rights. I looked up at the awkward silence, hoping that Hermione doesn't go into some rant again. At that point I decided to talk to Hermione. "I'm sorry to ask, but did you ask them if they wanted to join?" I watched as a bushy head of hair turned so that I could see Hermione's face. "Look, if you're forcing them to join S.P.E.W. then you are no better than the Witches and Wizards that own House-Elves. You can't just make an organization, thinking it's for a good cause, and expect people to follow. As I told you, I do not like forced slavery, but House-Elves are part of it willingly."
Before she could answer, there was a 'tap tap' at the window, and outside I could see a snowy white owl with my own behind it. "Hedwig!" Harry shouted at he raced across the room to open the window. I waited as Al landed on the desk and reached out his leg. There was a package in his leg to which I gratefully accepted and opened. Inside were two letters with two baseball gloves and ball. "Alright!" I said before yawning. I stretched and said, "Well, I'm going to read my letters, goodnight everyone." The tension in the room was released as Harry turned to his letter eagerly. Whatever it was about, it wasn't my business.
I walked up into the dormitory only to not hear the usual sounds of Neville's snoring. I looked over at his bed and knocked on the wall a bit to ask if we could talk. I had been really worried about the whole thing that had happened during class. The curtains surrounding Neville's bed was opened and I smiled as Neville gave me a raised eyebrow. "Hey, what are you reading?" I asked as I noticed the book on my awkward friend's bed. "Oh, it's a Herbology book that Professor Moody gave me." I swallowed at the sound of the Professor's name. I really didn't trust that man.
I sighed as I scratched the back of my head. Now was not the time to be mulling over my suspicions. "Hey, look. About what happened in the classroom . . . ." I watched as Neville stiffened, "I'm not going to ask why you acted that way, but if you need someone to talk to, I'm here." Hazel eyes met my black ones as I smiled at him. "T-thanks Yuri. I really don't know what to say . . ." I smiled at him and then said, "No worries! Just promise me you'll come with me to the field after classes tomorrow ok?" That seemed to startle him. "S-sure but why?" I lifted my package and put it on his bed. "Where I come from, there's this sport called Baseball, and it's amazingly fun. Everyone can play it."
Neville seemed to look down in disappointment at the word 'sport'. "I dunno, Yuri. I'm not exactly the best at sports." I chuckled a bit at that. "Let me guess, you're talking about Quidditch?" He blushed in embarrassment as he looked down in shame. "Look, I've seen Quidditch, and it seems like an exciting game but there's almost no need for teamwork." Neville seemed startled at that, "What do you mean?" He even seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. "Well, for one the team is too reliant on one player. The Seeker, right?" Neville nodded, trying to understand my logic, "There's no balance, is what I mean. In baseball if you make one mistake, or make one great play, it could shift the balance from one team to another. Not to mention the end of the game is determined by a time limit, so great plays can be balanced out by great mistakes."
He seemed disheartened by my speech, "I bet I would only make mistakes," He whispered as I shook my head. "Another great thing about baseball is that you don't need any special qualities to play. Even if you make a mistake it's ok as long as you learn and try again. It isn't like life or death or anything." I watched as Neville pondered this information. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as I grabbed my package and rested it in my arms once again. "What I've noticed about Witches and Wizards is that they take everything way too seriously. Honestly, you would think that everything revolves around danger of some sort. Can't we be a little more carefree?" With that, I took my leave to my bed. I could still feel Neville's eyes on me as I sat on my bed that was next to his.
I changed into my pajamas and then I purposely fell on my bed with one last stretch. I would read my letters in the morning. "Hey Yuri?" I heard Neville's voice, "Yeah," I asked through a stifled yawn, "Thanks." He said and I smiled before slipping into sleep.
Me: I honestly have to say that I like Neville. I mean he's clumsy and nerdy and all, but I think he's the actual normal person in Harry Potter. By normal, I mean he takes in situations like any normal teenager would. Yuri is also like that, just with more spunk, so I thought that they would be good friends if they did meet.
Friend: Wow, you actually put some thought into this. I'm shocked!
Me: About what?
Friend: That you can actually think.
Me: Oh really? You know I can actually kill too right?
