Academy of Witches
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I don't own DP or HP.
(1) I know it was Seamus' and Harry's feather that caught fire in Charms class, but I thought it be a bit funnier if it happened to Draco.
(2) Next chapter will involve the troll, Amorpho's 'class', and includes a conversation between Vlad and Quirrel.
Ravaged Angels
"Very interesting sport, Quidditch is," Professor Flitwick said, sitting down beside Sam and Danny. They had moved to a closer spot to watch the practice. Danny was human again.
"Yeah, I guess," Danny said, feeling jealous, ignoring his ghost sense.
"It's just another form of magic, Danny," Sam reminded him, "nothing to be jealous over."
"Perhaps and perhaps not," Amorpho said, dropping his guise. "Billy, do you want to be on the Slytherin team?"
Danny was sick and tired of being compared to Harry and being reminded that he had no magic. "Why?" he snapped. "Let Harry enjoy flying. I don't need a stinking dust sweeper to fly!"
He transformed and flew off.
Amorpho sighed. "What would be the best approach to teach Billy about his powers?" he asked Sam.
She blinked. "You're asking me? You're the teacher."
Down on the field, a bludger hit the wrong way, sped into the stands, narrowly missed hitting Sam, if Amorpho hadn't grabbed her and turned them both intangible.
"Sorry about that," Oliver Wood called out from the field.
Amorpho's eyes narrowed.
"He's gonna get pranked, isn't he?" Sam asked, a bit worried.
"Yep," Amorpho confirmed, not taking is eyes off the Gryffindor Quidditch captain.
"Now about Billy..."
"Danny," she corrected.
Time rolled on at Hogwarts and everyone found their niche and settled into a routine as Halloween rolled around.
Danny and Sam were greatly relieved that Oliver Wood had missed Danny's transformation.
Danny was still mad at Harry and barely spoked to him.
True to his word, Professor Dumbledore sent Danny an owl asking him to come to his office.
The talk had not gone well, but one good thing had come out of it. Tucker and Jazz would be permitted to come to Hogwarts for Christmas if the Fentons and the Foleys agreed.
Charms class was particularly frustrating today for both Gryffindors and Slytherins alike.
Seamus Finnigan scowled at the feather he was trying to levitate. "This is stupid," he grumbled.
"Maybe you're not trying hard enough," Harry suggested.
Seamus's face brightened. "You're right Harry. Brilliant!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys."
Ron cleared his throat. "Wing Guardian Leviosa!" he said, swishing and flicking his scuffed up wand.
"Ron, you're doing it wrong," Hermione told him. "It's Wingardium Leviosa, not Wing Guardian Leviosa."
The Slytherin class faired not much better.
Draco and Danny, as usual, were paired up for the exercise.
"A feather? Couldn't he have assigned something more 'flashy'?" Malfoy snarled.
"Hey, we had to endure a day of bad rhyming a few weeks ago," Danny told him. "Cut the professor some slack."
"I guess," Draco sighed. "Well, let's give it a whirl."
He swished his wand over the feather and invoked the charm. His feather floated a centimeter off the table and then exploded, turning both their faces black.
Professor Flitwick was at their table in a trice. "So, Mr. Malfoy, can you tell me what went wrong?"
Draco wracked his braings, but came up blank. "Pronunciations can cause disaster?" his answer squeaked out as a question.
"Correct," he said.
"What happened to you?" Sam asked as Danny sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Charms," came the reply.
"So, Mr. High-and-Mighty Ghost Boy wants to sit with us lowly mortals?" Fred jumped in, his hair standing straight up. It was dripping a purplish liquid and sticky to boot.
"What happened to you?" Ron asked, trying not to laugh.
"A blur of a half-pint pirate who doesn't know the lingo," Fred grumbled, trying to dry his hair.
Danny's mouth twitched. "Champagne globe," he said.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "This has happened before?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Sam, Harry and Danny replied in unison.
Danny felt a heavy hand clamp down on his shoulder.
"Mr. Nightingale, you are to required to sit with your House for all meals. What part of this do you not understand?" Professor McGonagall asked him.
"It's not in the official rules," Danny argued.
"But still..."
Professor McGonagall escorted him back to the Slytherin table, where Draco was smirking at him.
"Has anyone seen Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Not since you lambasted her in the hallway after Charms class," Harry replied.
"Oh," Ron said in a small voice, looking down at his plate.
The doors to the Great Hall slammed open.