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."
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.
"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.
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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