Chapter 28: Puff, the Magical Dragon!

(Disclaimer in chapter 1!)

The great hall was decorated wonderfully in black and orange streamers, with live bats and giant pumpkins spread around. Instead of the usual house tables, the hall had a bunch of round tables just like in Christmas time at fourth year, with each having black tablecloth and a lone lit candle, giving it a somewhat private/creepy air.

Everybody was walking and mingling around, listening and dancing to the music that sprung from the enchanted instruments up on the stage, having the time of their life.

Bang!

The great hall's doors slammed open and a dark figure entered them, glaring maniacally at the shocked students and faculty with its red devil eyes.

He crossed the high doors and stood at the entrance, raising a brow at the orchestra who had changed its tune to something more fitting to a horror movie when he walked through the doors.

"Are you supposed to be a vampire with the munchies?" A small first year asked the unnaturally pale figure.

The man turned his stare towards the young student and bared his teeth in a snarl. "No!" He growled. "I'm the dark lord Voldemort, duh!" He declared and most students snorted and turned back towards their previous business.

He turned to look behind him. "Now where the hell is my entourage!" He growled and those who actually kept on staring (though no one could guess why *shrug*) saw one Ginevra Weasley crossing the doors whilst skipping.

"Ta da!" she grinned up at the dark lord. "Puff, the Magical Dragon is heeeeere!" she sing-songed and Voldemort pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Ginny, dark lords don't have magical dragons." He started but Ginny shook her head. "Sure they do, Harry!" she nodded importantly, giving a small twirl that showed off her scaly green body and blue-ish wings.

"Well, this dark lord doesn't!" Harry growled.

Ginny paused. "I think Voldemort would have loved it if he had a magical pet dragon. I mean wouldn't you?"

Harry sighed. "Where's Draco?"

Ginny grinned. "We have captured the fairy called Draco after he tried to escape, again, and now Blaise…I mean the Dementor is keeping guard over him." She saluted Potter, sending a bunch of sparkling blue-green glitter in the air.

"Where?"

Ginny shrugged. "Somewhere around here." She gestured the huge hall and Harry sighed once more. "I see."

"Really? You do? Then where is he?" Ginny bounced up and gazed around the hall.

"Ginny! Never mind." The dark lord walked towards the buffet table, eager to eat some meat-pie.

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"I can't believe you got me into this. Look at me- No, wait, don't look at me! You'll get everyone's attention, dammit! Hide me!"

"Come on Drake, it's not so bad…" Blaise said, trying not to show how amused he was.

"Not so bad? Not so BAD? She- I- TUTU!"

"I think it suits you well. You look all sparkly! And besides, you know better then to enter a bet with Pansy. I mean, what were you thinking?"

"How was I supposed to know she already rigged the whole thing?"

Blaise sighed.

"Well anyway, I am in charge of making sure you don't escape again. You shall not leave! For I am a fearsome Dementor! Deify me, and you will suffer!"

Draco huffed. "And what can you possibly do to me?"

"I shall suck out your soul with my tantalizing kiss!"

Draco raised his eyebrows in interest. He moved closer to the other boy. "Suck my soul, huh? That doesn't sound so bad…"

"I see you two are enjoying yourselves," Pansy said, interrupting something that could have become inappropriate for children and way to revealing at this point.

"Well hello, Pansy," Draco said acidly, causing Blaise to roll his eyes and the girl to grin widely, "found any more innocent people to rip off?"

"Draco darling, you were never innocent. In fact, I think the last time you were was when you were five years old and even then I was suspicious. Besides, I think this getup is a great idea. Pink is SO your color!" She giggled.

Draco fumed and muttered curses to himself.

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Harry frowned when he saw what looked like a mountain of mushrooms and grass standing in front of him. He paused and blinked when he realized that it was a part of Luna' costume.

"Luna." Harry paused. "What are you?"

The dreamy eyed girl stared at him for a mere moment. "I am mother earth." She spoke airily and Harry nodded. "I see." He took in the entire effect and had to admit that it looked magnificent.

What he took for at first to be a mountain of mushrooms and grass was really Luna's torso which was painted/ charmed different shades of brown and what looked like fake- no, real mushrooms sticking out of it. Her shoulders and upper arms were a light green color with small tufts of grass growing all over them whilst the rest of her body alternated between simple soils and bursting flowers.

"Are you a Zam-bee-fire?"

"A what?"

"A Zam-bee-fire. They're the older cousins of the vampires. The lore says that their eyes were as red as blood because the stared into the sun too long." She nodded. "That's why most vampires don't go out at daylight anymore. Red eyes don't suit just everyone, you know?"

"Right." Harry shrugged. "I'm really not a Zam-bee-fire Luna. I'm Voldemort." He explained and Luna turned her bright blue eyes at him. "Are you really?" she paused. "Would it be okay if the quibbler publishes this? After all it's not everyday that someone reveals that he is in fact a Dark Lord."

"Sure Luna, have fun." But when he turned back around, she already left.

He sighed again.

"So, are you supposed to be you-know-who?" an Irish voice asked and Harry turned around to see Seamus and Dean standing near by. "We're warlocks." Dean explained at Harry's frown.

"Oh. And yes, I am the Dark Lord." He sniffed as he was offended they thought otherwise.

"You don't look much like a Dark Lord, you know." Seamus quipped and Harry gaped at him. "Sure I do!" He exclaimed. "I even have a snake!" Potter pulled a huge green and black snake out from the inside of his cloak and showed it to his classmates.

"Hate to break it to you mate, but that's a stuffed animal." Dean paused and Harry shook his head, pulling the snake to his chest.

"Nah ha! Nagini is real!" he spoke vehemently and Seamus snorted. "Mate, it might look a tad real but it ain't scary."

Harry grinned evilly. "Sure it is. Watch." He grabbed the stuffed animal and raised it above his head. "Nagini! Attack!" he cried and threw the doll into a circle of Hufflepuff girls.

At once, everyone in the hall could hear high-pitched screaming and saw all seven teens running away as fast as they can.

Roaring with laughter, Harry turned towards the two boys. "You were saying?"

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"Five points from Ravenclaw! You too, Higgins!"

Severus Snape tuned around on the spot, glaring menacingly at the students who dared laugh at the forced predicament he was in.

"Dumbledore…" He fumed to himself as he made his way back to the teacher's table.

The headmaster, in his infuriating good cheer, has decided to surprise the student body by inflicting absolute torture onto the staff by making them dress up in horrible, horrible costumes. Which he himself has picked out for them. The horror!

He caught a first year staring at him in obvious glee. How was he supposed to terrorize new first years after this?

"Oh, dear boy, you must relax!"

"Relax? I can't believe you made me do this, Dumbledore."

"I didn't make you do anything, Severus. You know that."

Severus snorted and tuned away. True, the headmaster didn't actually make him do anything. But between the two choices Dumbledore gave him, dressing up in this outfit really did seem like the lesser evil. At the time. He's not quite sure anymore.

The old man put his hand on the professor's arm. "I still don't understand why you are complaining? This is exactly what a Genie's supposed to look like. The outfit came out really well!"

Severus sneered. His costume, for lack of a better word, consisted of a tight, blue, half-sheer shirt, thick golden bracelets on each wrist, a small golden earring on the left side, a bright red silk belt, and dark blue Arabian styled pants. Of course, you couldn't ignore the perpetual ring of smoke that twirled around him like a mini tornado, obscuring his feet all the way to his mid-thigh. It truly was ridicules.

"Besides, I don't see the other staff members complaining,"

They looked over to the other teachers. Flitwick was chosen to be a shepherd. He was walking around in green lederhosen, occasionally yodeling for the amusement of the students, while herding a bunch of mini-sheep he himself conjured up.

Hagrid, as big and out-of –place as ever, was trying to calm down a first-year, by the look of it, who was scared of his costume; a red horned devil, with a long pointy tail and pitchfork.

Hooch, who looked completely disgusting with green skin and several moles on her nose, was dressed in a simple black cloak and hat.

Pomona Sprout and Aurora Sinistra sat in the corner of their round table each looking like a medieval princess, complete with a flowing gown and frills, except that sprout had bits of mud and dust all over her clothes.

The only one who Severus thought, got a worse deal than his, was Minerva McGonagall who had been forced to wear a ridicules hair bow with cat ears attached, a long puffed up cat's tail and had her face marked with make up so that she looked like a real cat. Dumbledore had even charmed whiskers on her nose.

"The only reason they are not complaining is because I am sure most are planning revenge, I know I am." Severus growled softly and Albus twinkled even more.

"Look at the bright side dear boy," Severus raised a brow, wondering what in Merlin's name that could be. "At least you're not wearing young Malfoy's costume." Both stared at the sparkling glittery child. Severus shuddered.

"Poof!" Ginny grinned as she tossed more glitter into the air. "Fear my magical fire!" She twirled around Harry who pinched the bridge of his nose again.

"Ginny, that's glitter not dragon's fire." He corrected her but she shook her head. "Have you ever seen a Chinese fireball dragon, Harry?" The red head asked and Harry shook his head, after all, even if there was one in fourth year, he missed it as he had to wait in the tent for his turn.

"Then you don't know for sure, do you?" Ginny nodded with a grin and threw another bunch of glitters his way. "Plus I grew up with Charlie so I know better than you do." She laughed and Harry groaned.

"Whatever." He eyed the hall. "Did you see Snape anywhere? I can't seem to find him." He asked his supposed girlfriend who nodded. "Really where? Cause I really need to see him."

"And why would you need to see me, Potter? Because I can assure you that I don't want to see you." Came a voice from directly behind him, and as Harry turned around he heard another 'poof' followed by a flash of sparks and knew Ginny ran away from him.

"Because sir…I ….um….. I …..er….." Harry flushed as he saw Snape's outfit. God, that shirt was practically see-through, what was Dumbledore thinking?

"Eloquent as ever, Mr. Potter." Snape snorted. "The dark lord, hmm? Only you would be arrogant enough to parade around as the darkest lord in existence." You could tell Snape was eager to vent his frustration on someone. "As if He needs any more reasons to want you dead."

Harry flushed. "I'm not arrogant, I just know vold- er.. Tom intimately so it makes sense." He paused. "And I don't mean intimately in that way as that would be gross, I mean not gross because he's a boy but gross as in he's a snake-hybrid. Not that I think that snakes are bad because they're not-"

"Potter! If I wanted to hear you babbling nonsense at me I would have shoved a Babbling beverage down your throat, as it were." The man glared and Harry found himself hard on the spot. "Yes sir." He whispered, hoping to leave for a couple of minutes so he could fix the problem that aroused. (A/n: isn't English the best language ever?)

Snape, however, seemed to have another idea in mind. "What's this potter?" he growled and Harry shot a startled look his way, please tell he didn't notice? "No Master? Or any other such nonsense? What are you playing at now?"

Harry breathed in relief. "Oh no, sir. I'm not playing anything. Not with you. " yet, he thought, "in fact, I think it rather inappropriate as you're the genie. So if anything, you should call me master." His brain just caught up with his mouth. Oh shit.

"Why you insolent despicable wench…." He growled when Harry turned tail and ran, "DETENTION POTTER!" he screamed and more than a few students jumped in fright.

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Meanwhile, at the other end of the great hall…

"DETENTION POTTER!"

"I'm sure that in that little doggie heart of yours you must be very proud of him for landing in detention even in one of the most infamous days of mischief. And because he pissed of the Snape genie. Poor Harry."

The dog at his feet barked twice in agreement and tried once again (in vain) to scratch off the big red glowing ball at the end of his nose.

"Will you cut that out already? You're Rudolph. The Red Nosed Reindeer. It's in the name. Act the part!"

Sirius whined. Not only did he have to wear the stupid big-ass horns on his head that really threatened to make him lose his balance, but he also had to deal with a fake fluffy white tail, brown harness, and worst of all, a stupid, shiny, round, red freaking nose on his… nose. Dammit! And he had to sneeze. Again.

"And don't think you got the worst flavored been in this batch. I'm the Grinch. The Grinch. Santa Clause, okay. An Elf, maybe, fine. But the Grinch? Really? What was Dumbledore thinking?"

Sirius wagged his tail and let his tongue hang out. Yup, no matter what, Ramus would never live this down. Ever. He can just imagine taking the micky out of him every time he rants about misbehaving students. He really does hate everything on his off days.

"Oh, shut up." The greenish man told the dog, as if he could actually hear what he's thinking.

"At least… I'm not Malfoy right now."

Sirius had to agree.

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"Everyone gather around, I have a surprise for you." Dumbledore, outrageously dressed in his chosen costume (a giant, pink toffee) called out and everyone turned to watch him as the instruments quieted down. "Now will the Hogwarts band come over as well as professor Tonks?"

Those involved came onto the stage and got in the proper positions, each one holding his chosen instrument. Tonks took the baton and stood at the base, getting ready and waiting for Dumbledore to give the signal.

"This next few songs will be played to you by your very own classmates and friends, so if you would?" he motioned to the dance floor and got off the stage.

Tonks nodded and raised her wand. "Ready, one two three." Soon the most beautiful tone emerged from the young students. Cellos, harps, violins and more were mixing with one another in perfect synchronized order and creating a slow song to dance to. Each student giving everything they had as they played the songs they practiced for weeks.

Dumbledore, the first to step onto the dance floor was also the last person to leave it after engaging in a surprisingly passionate waltz with professor McGonagall. She looked a little ruffled and quickly went over to get a glass of punch whilst he got back on the stage.

"Thank you everyone those were truly delightful tunes you indulged us with. And now if you would, I have another even more surprising surprise for you." His eyes twinkled more brightly then ever. "While our dear students have worked hard on the weekends in order to perfect their playing, so have your teachers."

Murmurs broke out as nobody heard of this before. Dumbledore grinned more widely than ever. "If they may have your attention?"

Snape, being the closest to the stage, climbed up first followed by hooch, Sinistra and Tonks herself. Each took an instrument- a tuned guitar for Tonks; Snape picked the violin whilst hooch settled with the cello and Sinistra with the drums.

None of the students headed towards the dance floor but instead watched avidly as their youngest teachers put on a show. At a nod from Tonks, Snape picked up the bow and started a fast paced piece; easily capturing their attention and making their hearts beat in time to the mesmerizing twirls of blue smoke. Soon after hooch joined in from the right, easily matching up with in terms of speed and music style and slowly being backed up by the drum set in the back. Tonks grabbed hold of the magical microphone and as she played her own bit, she sang hard and loud, making all the students burst out in cheers and claps for more.

"He truly is a master." Harry sighed, yelling encouragement louder than anyone else. "Another talent to add to his 'hot' list."

Ginny, who could barely hear him over the loud music, had to agree. "They sure rock!" she cried.

And rock they did, playing several covers to a bunch of songs that only the muggle-raised recognized and sang along to. Hooch had even span her cello around mid-play, getting awed cries from the purebloods, but the truly most amazing part was when Snape and Tonks had preformed a duet together, both singing and playing along to what some recognized as Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas, and Poison by Alice Cooper.

Harry had practically melted when he heard Snape's dark tones singing Poison, and unfortunately noticed he wasn't the only one.

Hmm, he really needed to do something about that. Snape was his, dammit!

Tbc.

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A/n: Looks like Harry has some competition =) we're so smart and pretty and I can go on and on and on and –

SO! I stole the keyboard! And now DikiCat's not getting it back!

-BAM! CRASH! See that I can?

-No! Look what you did! Oh, good, I got the story back on. Stop pouting.

-I'm not doing anything!

-Yet. SO! We were EVER so shocked when we actually, really, authentically got a review from a BOY! Shocking, isn't it?

DikiCat: I think it was more shocking that he actually told us that he gets hard because of our story and in the middle of school…. I thought school only started a few days ago?

Rock_Junkie: no I think it's only in Canada that school really ends after June. Never mind. Anyway! I thought that 99.9% of our readers are faghag girls.

DikiCat: And the other 0.1% are aliens! Or bunnies… *frowns thoughtfully*

Rock_Junkie: *rolls her eyes* sure cat, because bunnies can read… We all know that bunnies give plots but don't read them cause they can't, that's up to the fanfics gods. Are there any more BOYS out there, reading our story?

Aaaand DikiCat almost killed the keyboard.

DikiCat: It started it.

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DikiCat: Wait, can you skin a skinny cat?

Rock_Junkie: See you next time folks.