Dylan Potter

It was October and Halloween was almost here. Dylan hasn't heard the Parseltongue since her detention. Maybe Ryan found the prank too boring to continue. Besides she had to be busy with studying for her N. E. W. Ts. Dylan was grateful and Harry stayed true to his word and didn't mention it again.

It was pouring outside and the wind was rough, but that didn't stop Oliver Wood from having Quidditch practice as scheduled. Dylan was drenched and could barely see through the raindrops.

To add insult to injury, Fred and George, who had been spying on Slytherin practices, said that the Slytherin team looked like green blurs on their new brooms.

This made Dylan a bit nervous. She talked a big game and at first she was confident in what she said, but if the broom is that much faster than her Nimbus 2000 it would be very hard for her to beat Draco to the Golden Snitch.

"Great practice guys! I know you don't like practicing in the rain, but when the other teams aren't prepared we will be able to beat them in any weather condition," Oliver clapped as they lowered their brooms.

Dylan felt the squish of mud on her boots as she hit the ground.

The team began to head back to the castle in haste. Dylan and Harry did not take off running though. At this point they were already drenched and muddy. It didn't really make a difference either way. Besides Dylan's legs were way too tired to run.

When they finally got inside they saw Nearly Headless Nick muttering to himself with an upset look on his face.

"Hello Sir Nick," Dylan said.

"Oh hello young Potters," he said.

"Is everything okay?" Harry asked.

"Its nothing you need concern yourself about...I mean it isn't like I even wanted to join anyways...I just thought I could apply, but I apparently don't meet the requirements," he rambled.

Dylan looked over at Harry, wondering if they should say anything, but Nick spoke again first.

"But I should, shouldn't I? I mean I was whacked in the neck 45 times with a blunt ax. That should be enough to qualify for the Headless Hunt," he said with a bitter look on his face.

"Of course," Harry and Dylan both said trying to appease him.

"I wish my head would've come completely off, but that is not the way it happened and since they only accept those whose heads have come completely off I still have to suffer after death," he said shaking his rejection letter in the air.

"I-I'm sorry?" Dylan said more like a question.

"It is merely half an inch of skin, but that isn't good enough for Properly Decapitated- Podmore," he muttered.

Dylan and Harry looked at each other wondering if they should sneak away, but he spoke again.

"Enough about me, is there anything I can help you with?" he asked.

"Unless you have 7 Nimbus 2001s to give us, I doubt it," Harry sighed.

Nick was about to say something when a high pitched meow was heard. Dylan turned to see Mrs. Norris looking at them with her bright yellow eyes. Dylan groaned. That meant Filch was near.

"Quick hide. Filch has the flu and has had to clean all morning. He is not in the best mood," Nick warned. Dylan looked down to see the mud they tracked in. They definitely needed to hide. Before she could make her move, Filch stormed into the room and saw them.

"Mud! Everywhere! I've had it! Follow me Potters!" he yelled.

Dylan sighed and waved goodbye to Sir Nick.

Harry and Dylan followed Filch to his office. Dylan had never been there before. It was dark and had a fishy smell to it.

There were chains hung all over the wall.

"Now where is that form...oh there," Filch said as he took out a long parchment from his drawer, grabbed a quill and dipped it in ink.

"Names? Harry and Dylan Potter. Crime?..." he started.

"Is this really necessary? I mean it was just a little bit of mud," Dylan said.

"Just a little bit of mud? That is an extra hour of cleaning for me!" he growled.

He continued to fill out the form when a loud crash was heard, followed by a loud laughter.

"Peeves! I'll get you this time!" he yelled as he shot up and stormed out of the office. Peeves was the school's poltergeist and loved causing problems around the school.

"Should we leave?" Harry asked. Dylan pondered this, then shook her head.

"That would probably anger him more," Dylan pointed out. Harry sighed and sunk into the chair. Dylan looked at the form that was almost finished. She stared off until she heard Harry say something.

"What is Kwikspell?" Harry asked.

Dylan looked over at Harry who was looking at an open letter on Filch's desk. Dylan looked at the letter and saw an advertisement for Kwikspell. Dylan had heard of it before. Some of her Aliquam Velit teachers took the class so that they could fit in more with the witches and wizards. It didn't help that much, but they were able to learn basic magic through it. Harry picked up the paper to get a closer look, but Dylan quickly smacked it out of his hand.

"Ow," he groaned.

"Filch would flip if he came back to you looking at his things," Dylan said.

"But what does it mean?" he asked.

"Kwispell is a class for squibs to learn basic magic," Dylan explained. Dylan didn't know that Filch was a squib, but she guessed it made sense. She has never actually seen him do magic.

"Squib? What is a squib?" Harry asked.

Dylan should've known that Harry didn't know what a squib was since he was raised by muggles. Dylan opened her mouth to answer, but then she heard Filch coming back in.

"We'll have Peeves out this time!" Filch said to his cat Mrs. Norris as they came back in.

Filch looked at his desk and his eyes went wide.

"Did you read my letter?" he asked.

He must have noticed that the letter wasn't in the same place.

"No," Dylan said quickly.

"Well it isn't mine...its for a friend...but still if you say anything...but if you didn't read it...just go! I have to write up a report on Peeves!" he said. His face was red and his eyes were bulging out of his face.

Dylan and Harry quickly left Filch's office. He was madder than they had ever seen. They didn't want to stick around.

"Did it work?" asked a voice. Dylan looked up to see Sir Nick giving them a hopeful look.

"Did what work?" Dylan asked.

"I got Peeves to cause a distraction to get you both out of trouble," he said.

"You did that?" Harry asked.

The ghost nodded proudly.

"Yeah it did work. We didn't get in any trouble. We owe you one," Dylan said.

"Well...now that you mention it...and if it is too much let me know," he said.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Well this Halloween is my 500th death day and I am holding a party in one of the dungeons and it would be an honor for the two of you to attend. Ron and Hermione can come too...that is if you want to go," he said.

Dylan didn't want to miss out of the infamous Hogwarts Halloween Feast, but she did owe Sir Nick.

"We'd be happy to come," Dylan said.

"Excellent! I will see you all there," he smiled as he floated away.

"That was the right thing to do," Harry said as he left.

Dylan nodded.

"And maybe we'll have time to go to the party and the feast," Dylan said.

Harry nodded.

"What does one do at a Death Day Party?" he asked

Dylan shrugged. She had never been to one before so she had no idea what to expect.

In the next chapter we will check out the Halloween Feast from the point of view of the Slytherin Princess, Skye Hamilton. Then after that we will check out the Death Day Party with Dylan. Stay tuned!