Part 5 The Werewolves' Magic Institute
By Admiral Albia

In which Sirius gets sorted out and Harry goes HOME!

Disclaimer; I own nothing except the plot and any characters you don't recognize from the books. It's very simple. Jiggy McCue (and the other Musketeers) belong to the great god Michael Lawrence, the rest belongs to the great goddess J.K. Rowling.

My heartfelt gratitude to Caitlin Black. A better beta-reader I could not ask for.

Chapter 5; The WMI
"Hello and welcome to the Werewolves' Magic Institute! Did you all have a good holiday?"
"YES!" The assembled masses yelled, except for Freda Weatherby, who yelled `NO!`
"Oh dear, why not, Freda?"
"I died in the last week of term, only came round last week."
"Nasty." The Headmistress smiled at Freda, then turned to the Hogwarts students. "Now, I'm sure you're all aware that joining us for this term are seven students from Hogwarts... let me see now... ah, here we are... Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter -" she had to stop here, because an excited buzzing broke out all over the hall. When it'd died down, she finished, "- And Ronald Weasley. Welcome to our ranks, even if it is only for a term. I am Professor Henthry, and now it's over to our only Hogwarts graduate to sort out where you're all going." She sat down, and Remus stood up.
"At the risk of sounding stupid, we can't sort you in the normal way because the bowl's gone to sleep, so I did it by basic character attributes. Put it simply, if you're normally a Gryffindor you're in Omnibus, if you're a Slytherin you're in Lucet, Ravenclaws go to... wait a second, you're all Gryffindors and Slytherins. Oh well. Back to the Headmistress."

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They soon found that life at the WMI wasn't all that different to life at Hogwarts, except for the obvious points that nobody did any work the days directly before and directly after the full moon and the first potion anyone learned to brew was the wolfsbane potion. Then there was more freedom; WMI students could go to the village any weekend, as long as they signed out before they went and signed back in again, which wasn't too hard to do since the signing-out book was right by the door. The other main difference was that there was no uniform; Harry was profoundly grateful that his mother had taken him clothes shopping over Christmas. Hermione's parents had also seen the giggles coming and bought her fresh robes; Ron had already had some, as did Neville.
They saw very little of Malfoy, but when they did he was complaining loudly about being surrounded by werewolves. Fortunately for Harry, Ron seemed to be over his dislike of lycanthropes, or maybe he was just hiding it; he and Mona were playing chess game after chess game, constantly getting stalemates, while Hermione bonded with Anna, and Harry and Neville became ever closer friends with Indus and Paul.
They didn't realise it, but someone was watching them, and growing ever more confident.
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It was in Divination that Harry, Ron and Neville got their first big shock. They had their first lesson in the second week of term, due to the full moon, and were just packing when Paul and Anna - who also took Divination - came in and stared at them.
"It's Divination this afternoon," Paul said. "Why are you packing?"
"Er... Divination stuff?" Ron hazarded.
"Why d'you need Divination stuff? All you need's Quidditch robes and a broom," Anna said, getting hers out.
"Huh?" Neville said.
"Divination... Quidditch... don't tell me you actually learn Divination at Hogwarts!"
"Er... yeah," Harry said.
"You poor souls. Just trust us, OK? Bring Quidditch robes and a broom to Divination and leave your bags behind."

So, at two o'clock Harry, Ron and Neville traipsed up to the Divination room and collapsed into desks, waiting for the teacher; who appeared two seconds after the last person was seated, wearing green Quidditch robes and carrying a Nimbus Two Thousand.
"Hi, kids! Now, just for our Hogwarts guests, here's the deal." Professor Munco dropped his broom and plonked himself down on the desk. "The WMI, by law, has to offer Divination, but it's geneally assumed that it's a complate waste of tine teaching it because only a true Seer can foretell the future and they don't need teaching. Because of this, we offer it as a subject so we don't get closed down, but we spend the lesson playing Quidditch. Everyone to the changing rooms!"
As they made their way down to the Quidditch pitch, Ron remarked, "It's almost worth getting bitten just to get away from Trelawney." Harry had to agree.

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A/n; My apologies for the short chapter =( Chapter Six will be longer, I promise! And thanks very much to Caitlin Black, once more. And... review please?
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