Harry Potter and the Kid and the Tiger
Disclaimer: "Calvin & Hobbes" and all related to them belong to Bill Watterson and United Press Sydinicate. The exception is my plot of C&H being wizards. "Harry Potter" and all related belong to JKR and Warner Bros. so don't sue me!
Author's Note: I'm sorry that this is really short, but this chapter is a turning point in HP and the KatT so read carefully. I realize that the prophecy sounds cliche, but I really don't think that it really is. BTW, I'm begging for reviews, I NEED reviews!!!!!
"I can't believe it!" wailed Hermione, "I still can't conjure up more then a bit of silver mist in front of me."
"Hermione, that's more then anyone else in the class did," Ron pointed out.
"No," Hermione said stubbornly, "Harry and Calvin were able to easily."
Harry put a comforting arm around Hermione's shoulder, "C'mon 'Mione, you know I've been able to do that since third year. And Calvin's from another school. He also obviously knows Professor Siberia, did you hear him call him Hobbes? Maybe he taught it to him."
Hermione still pouted a bit, mumbling something about how this was going to wreck her grade, and Harry and Ron sniggered.
Suddenly, as though he had just Apparated, although this was impossible, Harry reminded himself, you can't Apparate or
Disapparate at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore was right in front of them.
Seeing their shocked faces, Dumbledore laughed a little bit, "I don't need an Invisibility Cloak to become invisible, you three, you should know that. In any event, Mr. Weasley, I need Mr. Potter and Miss Granger here."
Ron nodded, and Harry and Hermione went off to Dumbledore's office.
"Cauldron Cake!" he told the stone gargoyle in front of his office and it moved and let them in.
"Please sit down," Dumbledore said, gesturing towards two chairs in front of his desk.
"Harry James Potter and Hermione Elizabeth Granger, as you know, you are members of the Phoenix Underground. Along with that comes knowledge that is reserved only for members of the Underground. It is the text of Professor Sibyll Trelawney's first prediction. It details the final Battle of Dark and Light," Dumbledore handed them each a piece of parchment, "Please read."
Harry looked at the parchment and read:
"The Final Battle will be fought on the plain of Fawkes' Scar.
On one side, the Dark, will be the Phound Lord and his followers who eat death as their food.
On the other side, the Light, will be the Kid and the Tiger, the Lightening Who Lived, and the Stupendous Scholar. Fighting with them are the ones called Dragon, Flame, and Dogstar.
The Werewolf will play a important role, while the Wise and Old shall sit out this match.
Should the Scholar die, the Lighting Who Lived, will as well, ending all hope for the Light.
The winners will rule this world, both wizard and Muggle for over a hundred years.
But there is no hope that everyone will come out of this alive."
Harry looked up, palely looking, "If Hermione dies, I die, and we lose. Hobbes Siberia will fight. Sirius and Remus will fight, but I can't figure anything else out."
"I think," Hermione broke in, "That Draco Malfoy will fight for the Light. The Flame, I guess that's Ron. The Wise and Old, that must be you Dumbledore."
Professor Dumbledore looked gravely at them, "That is mostly correct. We don't know who the "Kid" is (A/N: No, it's not Calvin, the Tiger isn't Hobbes either so there!). That could be the center of this prophecy, and I don't understand the spelling of "found" as P-H-O-U-N-D, Professor Trelawney wrote this prediction as she said it. We don't know who the Flame is, I'm not that sure it is Ron, nor am I sure if Mr. Malfoy is the Dragon. You may go now."
Harry and Hermione walked out. Harry sighed, and looked away from Hermione.
"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione whispered taking his hand.
"What do you think, 'Mione?" Harry said sadly, looking as though he'd jump off a cliff if he could.
"The prophecy?" Hermione said, and Harry nodded, "Harry, you of all people know that Professor Trelawney is an old fraud," Hermione put on a very good impression of Professor Trelawney's falsetto, 'My dear, you have the Grim!'"
Harry sniggered and squeezed her hand, then put his arm around her waist, "It's just, if it's true, if you die then I'll die and Voldemort will win. I don't want to lose you, or Sirius, or Remus, or Ron, even Malfoy, for that matter."
Hermione smiled, "I don't want to lose you either, but Harry, you can't waste yourself away worrying over a prophecy that may never come true. Come on, we've got to head to the common room to pick up our dragon-hide gloves for Herbology."
Harry grinned, he was glad Hermione had been able to cheer him up so easily. Still, he hadn't completely tossed away that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
When they arrived at the common room, Harry saw an amazing sight, all of the first-year Gryffindor boys were yelling, "Huzzah! Huzzah! All hail Dictator-For-Life Calvin!", while wearing hats that had been folded from old Daily Prophets. Meanwhile, Calvin and Professor Siberia, also wearing newspaper chapeaux were smiling and laughing carelessly and then Calvin motioned for silence.
"Oyez! Oyez! It is I Calvin the Bold prepared to lead G.R.O.S.S. (Get Rid Of Slimy GirlS) England Branch to continue the Girl and Boy War that rages in my neighborhood in America!" Here Calvin emitted red, white, and blue sparks from his wand, "And here's..."
"Hobbes, El Presidente and First Tiger, feline extrodinare, Calvinball
All-Star and great. May his words of wisdom be granted the ability to reach the minds and souls of his valiant listeners! May together with Calvin, may the war finally end!"
The Gryffindor first years pounded on the ground and emitted clanging sounds from their wands.
Harry stared at the group then turned to Hermione, "They're all nutters.
Calvin's our age after all. I can understand the first-years acting like this...but Professor Siberia too? Maybe their under the Imperious Curse."
Calvin bellowed out, "All rise for the G.R.O.S.S. Anthem, sung to the tune of the American "Star-Spangled Banner"! Hobbes, take the lead!"
Professor Siberia nodded,
"Ohhhh, G.R.O.S.S,
Best club in the cosmos,
For so proudly we hate,
All things female."
Calvin then took the falsetto, as his voice hadn't changed quite yet,
"And the waterbombs splash,
The attacks from mid-air,
Gave proof through the day,
That boys are superior."
Then Calvin and Professor Siberia took the last section,
"Ohhh say does the spirit
Of G.R.O.S.S.ness remain unvanquished,
For the club of the brave,
And the home of great power!"
"YEAHHHH!" yelled the first-years excitedly, and Calvin bellowed out over their screaming,
"OK! When we go to Hogsmeade, we're going to pick up a lot more jokes for you guys so you can pull pranks on the girls. Meanwhile, President and First Tiger Hobbes will pass out assortments of Canary Creams, Dungbombs, and fake wands that Fred and George Weasley made for our cause! Enjoy! And attack!"
After the first years had received their practical jokes, and rushed passed Harry and Hermione, the two walked in and stared at Calvin and Professor Siberia.
"What the-" Harry started.
Professor Siberia looked up, "Hello, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger. How are you?"
"Just what were you doing, Professor?" Hermione wailed, stunned that a teacher could act this way.
"I've been a member of G.R.O.S.S. for years Miss Granger," Professor Siberia said, "I created the club with Calvin when he was six. Of course I don't follow the G.R.O.S.S. Club Charter when I'm around the tigresses, and Calvin doesn't around girls anymore," at this Calvin sent Hobbes a disapproving glare.
"I might as well tell you about me, please sit down. Miss Granger, Mr. Potter," Hobbes pointed at Hermione and Harry, "Please don't fidget, I will write you two a pass for your next class. Now let's see," Hobbes began after they all had sat down, "I became an Auror in the mid '70s when Voldemort was just beginning his power, so mostly I was just giant, and vampire hunting in America. Fairly boring job really, as opposed to fighting Death Eaters.
"When Voldemort's power began peaking in the '80s I was continually protecting the American schools of magic, and hunting down American followers of Voldemort. Eventually I even faced him myself in 1986 and managed to luckily Disapparate away in time. After that I stopped calling him, You-Know-Who, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Once I faced him, my fear was of the man, not the name. Not that Lord Voldemort is the thing I fear most. Personally a ravaging dementor would give me more creeps then anything else."
Harry smiled, in this respect Professor Siberia and himself were quite the same.
"Then young Harry here, better know as Lightening in Sibyll's-er-Professor Trelawney's prediction, defeated Voldemort," he paused to make sure they understood and after seeing Harry and Hermione nod he continued, "I came over here to England and helped Mad-Eye Moody on numerous occasions, and a few Aurors joked that half the cells in Azkaban were filled because of Mad-Eye, and the other half by Hobbes. By the way, please do cal me Hobbes, I hate 'Professor Siberia'. By the early '90s, we had done about as well as we could, the information old Snape, who I understand is Potions teacher here, helped in finding Death Eater hideouts.
"Anyway, in 1991, when Calvin here was only four, I came to his house and lived there until he turned eleven. I knew for certain he would be a great wizard. Muggles see Wizarimals as a stuffed animal but Calvin could see through that. I was absolutely thrilled when I found he was a wizard related to Albus. In any event, we became best friends and I was able to publish my memoirs secretly and act like a tiger cub again. We played a lot of great games, like Calvinball, which we still enjoy. The same goes for G.R.O.S.S. Calvin also managed to put spells on himself and cardboard boxes to turn himself into a dinosaur, an astronaut named Spaceman Spiff, a superhero named Stupendous Man, an explorer named Safari Al, as well as create Duplicators, Time Machines, Cerebral-Enhace-O-Trons, all without a wand, or even knowing it."
Harry looked at Hermione whose jaw had dropped in amazement.
"Anyway, his parents were both Squibs so they didn't tell think he'd be magic until he was accepted to Salem Academy. I pressed him to tell his parents to transfer him here because of the dangers that were surrounding the schools and his great-grandfather would be here. So now he's a Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Here's your notes, you too need to get to Herbology, and I need to prepare for my next class." Hobbes said, smiling as he gave them their notes, and he walked out Calvin trailing after him.
Harry and Hermione both smiled, "Well," Hermione said, "I guess their not nutters."
Harry sniggered and they went to get their dragon hide gloves.
