Ok… here is something to clarify. I'm thinking that this takes place
during Harry's fifth year, but the Triwizards Tournament never happened,
and the twins are actually a year younger than they really are… We know
this is confusing, because the Halliwell part of it takes place during the
third season, but it has to work this way… anyway… on with the story.
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"What did the elders say about Wadwork?" Phoebe asked Leo the next morning at breakfast.
"That he has been teaming up with a dark wizard to kill you and the dark wizard wants Harry dead." Leo said.
"So there's two demons?" Prue asked.
"That can't be, there was only one in my premonition." Phoebe said. "And how come they knew that, it wasn't in the book." She then teased.
"They don't know what they do, but they do know what is happening with them, to an extent. To make it simple, they have lots of spies. And, the other may not attack at the same time as Wadwork."
"Do they know who the other demon is?" Piper asked.
"Yeah, but they wouldn't tell me. They said that everyone here would know who we are talking about."
"Ok, then, while we wait, what is on our agenda today?" Phoebe asked. It was for everyone to answer, but everyone turned to Prue for the answer.
"I, I, I think I want to explore, sleep, and go to work."
"Work?" Piper asked.
"Well, I feel really guilty about leaving all my assignments to the others on such a short notice, and Christopher is really pissed, and so I want to go to work."
"Prue," Phoebe said, putting her arm around her sister, "We need to get you a life."
Piper smiled, and Prue looked fake hurt, but she knew it was true.
"Really, what do you want to do, with us remaining here?" Phoebe asked.
"I want to head back to that library. It was kinda impressive, and some of those books looked halfway interesting." Piper said.
"You mean the book on potions for the amateur?" Phoebe joked.
"I am not an amateur. You guys are, but me… I'm the one that makes them at the house!"
"But you flipped through it yesterday, and you saw things that you never even thought about doing!" Prue said.
"Like doing your potion over a fire?" Phoebe asked.
"Yeah, with our pots it's really easy to make potions over an open fire. With a stove it is hard enough."
"What do you mean? Our stove is quite easy!"
"Not with you two always pushing me around!" The girls erupted with laughter. It had been a while since the last time they had a 'fight' like that. All jokes… and nothing serous.
"Come on!" Phoebe said, pulling her sisters away from the table.
"I wasn't done!" Leo complained. Piper grabbed some toast, and put it in her husband's hand.
"You haven't seen much of the castle, and I want to see more, let's go!" Piper said, leaving a stunned Leo to go running after her.
"Actually, let's go outside," Phoebe said, stopping at the front doors.
"Ok, the looked pretty yesterday." Prue said, opening the door.
"Hold on a second!" A voice called. Piper, Prue, Phoebe, and Leo froze and turned to see Dumbledore calling to them. "Could you please be back to the castle by three, I need to get you girls oriented before the students get here."
"Ok, sure." Prue said, looking at her watch.
"And I would stay out of the forest if I was you." Dumbledore said, smiling. He gave them a quick nod, and the Halliwells and Leo went out into the fresh outdoors.
"I wonder why he warned us about the forest." Phoebe said, staring longingly at the forest.
"Its filled with magical creatures that even I don't think we can deal with." Prue informed.
"We can defeat anything!" Phoebe said, looking high and mighty, but a menacing glare from Prue smashed her back to Earth. "But I was only kidding." She recovered. The girls went looking around outside. They saw the green houses, and did some 'window shopping' and admired all the plants they had never seen before. At one point they began to veer towards Hagrid's cabin, but quickly headed up to the castle for lunch. Fang's barking scared them quite a bit.
"Ok fun's over, we are here to defeat Wadwork, can we please get to business?" Leo asked during lunch.
"Why are you not having fun?" Piper pouted.
"No, but I definitely prefer to be at home where the paintings don't talk." Leo said. "And the elders don't like you here. Eons ago the two types of magic were connected, allies, but then conflicts arose and they split to the point of now, the two don't know about the other. They don't want the ancient conflicts re-surfacing."
"What do the elders like?" Phoebe questioned.
"I've heard ice cream." Leo informed them.
"I say we bribe them to let us stay longer." Phoebe joked. Prue and Piper glared at her, but Phoebe held up her hands, "Back off guys, I was joking. Pass the jello." They ate lunch in silence. Leo was right. They were not there for pleasure; they were there for work, important work. "Do you think Dumbledore knows who this dark wizard is?" Phoebe asked as they stood up to head back to the guest rooms. They passed a suit of armor that appeared to be checking Phoebe out. She looked behind her, only to see the armor still looking at her. "I think that, that armor there was checking me out!" Phoebe said. Prue and Piper burst out laughing and uncontrollable too. "What!?!? It's true!"
"Pheebs, you crack me up." Piper said.
"Anyway… I know who the dark wizard is." Prue said, when the tears started to go away, and the giggles were small enough to talk over.
"You do? How?"
"The books."
"Who is it?"
"His name is Lord Voldemort. I'd put him more evil than the source. He goes around killing normal people. The source would never do that!"
"True. Lemon Drop!" Phoebe said. The portrait hole opened and they took seats on one of the couches.
"Do you think that he is in the book?" Phoebe asked, standing up and heading over to the table.
"Doubt it, back to the whole 'the two magic's don't mix." Leo said.
"Well, where can we find more about this dude?" Piper asked.
"Their library might have it." Prue suggested.
"Ok, well, we have um… its two thirty and Dumbledore wanted us here by three…" Phoebe said, looking at her watch.
"So we should just hang out here until then…" Piper finished. "Sounds good to me… as much as poking around is fun… I could really use the rest."
"Ok… back down here at three?" Prue ordered.
"Why, we're not leaving the room. Just call when Dumbledore gets here." Piper said, heading up to her room to take a quick nap. Phoebe grabbed the copy of Harry Potter off of the table and settled into a large arm chair by the fire to read. Prue decided to follow in Phoebe's footsteps and took out a book that she too brought. Leo decided to go up and take a nap too. On the button, Dumbledore showed up at three.
"PIPER! LEO!" Phoebe called. Slowly, Piper and Leo stumbled down the stairs.
"Ok… The students arrive in two hours approximately, and I need you to be sitting at the head table by 4:45. The students will arrive, the sorting will happen. It is then that I will give my welcome back speech. I will introduce you, and the new teacher, as well as go over a few of the new rules. I will also bring up your classes on Wicca? As long as you are still here, will you be willing to teach on Sunday night?" Dumbledore said, looking hopefully at the girls.
"What?" Leo asked.
"Dumbledore asked us if we would teach a class on Wicca while we where here. And we agreed." Piper explained.
"Piper," Leo's voice warned "I don't think the elders will approve; remember what I said earlier about the two magics."
"Well, you weren't there to tell us not to, so we agreed." Phoebe said.
"And we are still going to do it. We want our two magics to be friends again." Piper said. She was mocking the last part.
"Fine, but unless the elders find out on their own, I won't say anything."
"Why should you fear? WE made this choice on our own." Prue said.
Phoebe turned to Dumbledore, "As long as we are still here, we would be glad to teach your class."
"Good, please be in the Great Hall an hour and half. You are free to do what you want until then. Oh yes, there are robes sitting on the chair there" Dumbledore quickly pointed to the chairs and four sets of robes magically appeared. "I suggest that you change into them before the feast." Dumbledore gave them a large smile, and stepped out of the portrait hole.
"Ok, with our extra time, I think that we should head to the library and find more about Voldemort." Prue ordered. Piper and Phoebe nodded. Knowing not to mess with a Halliwell, Leo followed them. The elders won't be too happy. They changed into the wizard robes and left the room. The library had a large section in the back filled with books on Voldemort. They looked like they hadn't been touched in about five years, and once they got reading about the guy, the more they wished they hadn't. He had murdered innocent people. For no reason more than they had no magic in them. And the effect that the source had on the Halliwells, was only scratching the surface on how scared the wizarding world feared Voldemort. Few dared to speak his name; preferring to call him You-Know-Who, or He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named. Only one had ever survived an attack by Voldemort, Harry Potter. Little Harry had been just one when Voldemort showed up at his door to kill his parents. Voldemort was successful in doing so. He turned his want to Harry to rid of him too, but instead of killing Harry, the curse somehow rebounded onto him, and Voldemort, just… know one actually knew what happened to him. Some say codswallop, and some say died.
"So he could be out there now?" Piper asked.
"Maybe," Prue clarified. "But no one knows. Most likely he is barely living, using other things to help him move around."
"So it is plausible that he is alive enough to tell someone to kill Harry?" Phoebe asked.
"Definitely."
"Ok, well our hands are full with this and Wadwork." Leo commented.
Prue closed the book she was reading and stood up to put it away. "The Dark Lord's Life and Death, sounds interesting." Prue sarcastically commented.
"Well, put it back, its 4:20, and I think it will take us more than ten minutes to get to the great hall. I left the map in the room." Piper said.
"Ok, well I can get from here to the room," Prue said.
"I can get from the room to the Great Hall." Phoebe offered.
"Always thinking about your stomach are you?" Prue joked.
"No, we've just gone there the most, and I remember the way. You lead." Phoebe retorted. They made their way to the room, and then the Great Hall, realizing that they backtracked part of their route getting there. They arrived to see most of the teachers already in their seats. A grand total of six were empty. Four for the Halliwells, and two for the teachers. They took their seats, and sat nervously for the next half hour. A few of the ghosts fluttered in and sat at the house tables. One ghost came and began to throw the gold plates around, smashing them. One of the teachers stood up, used a spell to banish him from the room, and created a shield, from which this ghost. Promptly at five, the first of the older students entered the Great Hall. They chatted excitedly, looked oddly at the Halliwells, and took their seats at their respective tables. When Harry, Ron and Hermione came in, they gave a smile and a small wave to the Halliwells. Finally, Dumbledore stood up, shushing the room almost instantly. In came McGonagall leading about twenty young students behind her. In her hands she held the old hat, from the pictures, and a small three legged stool.
"Welcome to another year." Dumbledore said. He gave a quick nod to McGonagall, and she set the stool and the hat down in the front of the room.
"This is the sorting. First years, when I call your name, come forward, and place the hat on your head." She yelled. The first years began to look more and more nervous. McGonagall gave the hat a quick tap on the tip, and a wide brim at the bottom opened, and it began to shrilly sing.
"A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerer
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug around your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell you where you belong."
The room exploded with applause when he had finished. The applause died down, and McGonagall called out the names. One by one they shyly stepped forward and placed the hat on their head. The sorting hat called out their house, and they sat down at their table. Finally the sorting ended with "Zelwing, Joseph!" (Ravenclaw.) Dumbledore stood up again, and began his speech. "Welcome back to another year! I invite you feast in a matter of moments, but first a few words. No one is allowed in the dark forest, unless you do wish to die a horrible death. And no one under their third year is allowed in Hogsmead. Now, I would like to welcome our new Defense of the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Jorgensen! And here with us for a short time for reasons that do not concern most of you are Prue, Piper, and Phoebe Halliwell, and Leo Wyatt. However while they are here, they will be teaching a class on Wicca, starting tomorrow night. I encourage you to attend. That is all." He sat down, and just like the night before the dishes instantly filled with wondrous foods. The feast ended amazingly with a display of fireworks put off by the teacher's wands. The students began to file out, their full stomachs, and tired eyes motivating them. Outside of the hall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran into their long time enemy.
"So Potty, Weasel, and Granger," Malfoy spat. "Are you going?" He asked.
"To what?" Harry dared.
"That stupid class on muggle magic. My father of course knew that they were coming and warned me to stay away from them, yesterday."
"Well, we knew that they were coming on Thursday, and we know that that is no muggle magic." Ron challenged.
"Well, with as good as you are, I'm surprised that they don't snap your wand in half and force you to live like a muggle." Ron made a lunge at Malfoy, but Hermione grabbed the back of his robs, and pulled him back.
"He's not worth it, come on Harry." Hermione said, pulling both Ron and Harry, leaving Malfoy laughing so hard that he almost peed in his pants.
"Harry! Hermione! Ron!" Phoebe called to the trio.
Hermione stopped, and let go of Ron and Harry. In the distance the sound of Malfoy's laughter stopped instantly as he saw that Ron wasn't lying. "Oh hi! How has your stay been?" Hermione politely asked.
"Great! We need to talk to you three in private." Phoebe said. She had read enough of the Harry Potter book to know that it was easier to just tell all three, than to exclusively talk to Harry, so that he won't have to relay it to the others. They couldn't be separated, almost as much as the sisters were. After much discussing about the best place to meet, they finally decided on the Vistarus room. They got there.
"My turn! Lemon Drop!" Prue said. The kids looked at the room with much awe.
Ron exclaimed "Bloody! This place is huge!"
"I know, now to business, the two magic evils have collided, and both are conspiring against both of us." Phoebe tried to explain. She was talking mostly to Harry.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"The source has sent a demon to kill us. And Lord Voldemort obviously want to kill you Harry. Wadwork, the source's demon, hooked up with Voldemort and the rest is history."
"Ok, is that it?" Harry asked. He needed to think about this. It was a lot, but it wasn't anything new, but this was different. This time he was getting outside help. He wasn't sure he felt comfortable about it.
"Yeah…"
"Ok, I'm really tired. I'm heading to back to the common room." Harry said, stepping out of the portrait hole. Hermione, and Ron somberly followed him.
"Ok, then, I will see you all in the morning." Phoebe said, heading up her stair case.
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"What did the elders say about Wadwork?" Phoebe asked Leo the next morning at breakfast.
"That he has been teaming up with a dark wizard to kill you and the dark wizard wants Harry dead." Leo said.
"So there's two demons?" Prue asked.
"That can't be, there was only one in my premonition." Phoebe said. "And how come they knew that, it wasn't in the book." She then teased.
"They don't know what they do, but they do know what is happening with them, to an extent. To make it simple, they have lots of spies. And, the other may not attack at the same time as Wadwork."
"Do they know who the other demon is?" Piper asked.
"Yeah, but they wouldn't tell me. They said that everyone here would know who we are talking about."
"Ok, then, while we wait, what is on our agenda today?" Phoebe asked. It was for everyone to answer, but everyone turned to Prue for the answer.
"I, I, I think I want to explore, sleep, and go to work."
"Work?" Piper asked.
"Well, I feel really guilty about leaving all my assignments to the others on such a short notice, and Christopher is really pissed, and so I want to go to work."
"Prue," Phoebe said, putting her arm around her sister, "We need to get you a life."
Piper smiled, and Prue looked fake hurt, but she knew it was true.
"Really, what do you want to do, with us remaining here?" Phoebe asked.
"I want to head back to that library. It was kinda impressive, and some of those books looked halfway interesting." Piper said.
"You mean the book on potions for the amateur?" Phoebe joked.
"I am not an amateur. You guys are, but me… I'm the one that makes them at the house!"
"But you flipped through it yesterday, and you saw things that you never even thought about doing!" Prue said.
"Like doing your potion over a fire?" Phoebe asked.
"Yeah, with our pots it's really easy to make potions over an open fire. With a stove it is hard enough."
"What do you mean? Our stove is quite easy!"
"Not with you two always pushing me around!" The girls erupted with laughter. It had been a while since the last time they had a 'fight' like that. All jokes… and nothing serous.
"Come on!" Phoebe said, pulling her sisters away from the table.
"I wasn't done!" Leo complained. Piper grabbed some toast, and put it in her husband's hand.
"You haven't seen much of the castle, and I want to see more, let's go!" Piper said, leaving a stunned Leo to go running after her.
"Actually, let's go outside," Phoebe said, stopping at the front doors.
"Ok, the looked pretty yesterday." Prue said, opening the door.
"Hold on a second!" A voice called. Piper, Prue, Phoebe, and Leo froze and turned to see Dumbledore calling to them. "Could you please be back to the castle by three, I need to get you girls oriented before the students get here."
"Ok, sure." Prue said, looking at her watch.
"And I would stay out of the forest if I was you." Dumbledore said, smiling. He gave them a quick nod, and the Halliwells and Leo went out into the fresh outdoors.
"I wonder why he warned us about the forest." Phoebe said, staring longingly at the forest.
"Its filled with magical creatures that even I don't think we can deal with." Prue informed.
"We can defeat anything!" Phoebe said, looking high and mighty, but a menacing glare from Prue smashed her back to Earth. "But I was only kidding." She recovered. The girls went looking around outside. They saw the green houses, and did some 'window shopping' and admired all the plants they had never seen before. At one point they began to veer towards Hagrid's cabin, but quickly headed up to the castle for lunch. Fang's barking scared them quite a bit.
"Ok fun's over, we are here to defeat Wadwork, can we please get to business?" Leo asked during lunch.
"Why are you not having fun?" Piper pouted.
"No, but I definitely prefer to be at home where the paintings don't talk." Leo said. "And the elders don't like you here. Eons ago the two types of magic were connected, allies, but then conflicts arose and they split to the point of now, the two don't know about the other. They don't want the ancient conflicts re-surfacing."
"What do the elders like?" Phoebe questioned.
"I've heard ice cream." Leo informed them.
"I say we bribe them to let us stay longer." Phoebe joked. Prue and Piper glared at her, but Phoebe held up her hands, "Back off guys, I was joking. Pass the jello." They ate lunch in silence. Leo was right. They were not there for pleasure; they were there for work, important work. "Do you think Dumbledore knows who this dark wizard is?" Phoebe asked as they stood up to head back to the guest rooms. They passed a suit of armor that appeared to be checking Phoebe out. She looked behind her, only to see the armor still looking at her. "I think that, that armor there was checking me out!" Phoebe said. Prue and Piper burst out laughing and uncontrollable too. "What!?!? It's true!"
"Pheebs, you crack me up." Piper said.
"Anyway… I know who the dark wizard is." Prue said, when the tears started to go away, and the giggles were small enough to talk over.
"You do? How?"
"The books."
"Who is it?"
"His name is Lord Voldemort. I'd put him more evil than the source. He goes around killing normal people. The source would never do that!"
"True. Lemon Drop!" Phoebe said. The portrait hole opened and they took seats on one of the couches.
"Do you think that he is in the book?" Phoebe asked, standing up and heading over to the table.
"Doubt it, back to the whole 'the two magic's don't mix." Leo said.
"Well, where can we find more about this dude?" Piper asked.
"Their library might have it." Prue suggested.
"Ok, well, we have um… its two thirty and Dumbledore wanted us here by three…" Phoebe said, looking at her watch.
"So we should just hang out here until then…" Piper finished. "Sounds good to me… as much as poking around is fun… I could really use the rest."
"Ok… back down here at three?" Prue ordered.
"Why, we're not leaving the room. Just call when Dumbledore gets here." Piper said, heading up to her room to take a quick nap. Phoebe grabbed the copy of Harry Potter off of the table and settled into a large arm chair by the fire to read. Prue decided to follow in Phoebe's footsteps and took out a book that she too brought. Leo decided to go up and take a nap too. On the button, Dumbledore showed up at three.
"PIPER! LEO!" Phoebe called. Slowly, Piper and Leo stumbled down the stairs.
"Ok… The students arrive in two hours approximately, and I need you to be sitting at the head table by 4:45. The students will arrive, the sorting will happen. It is then that I will give my welcome back speech. I will introduce you, and the new teacher, as well as go over a few of the new rules. I will also bring up your classes on Wicca? As long as you are still here, will you be willing to teach on Sunday night?" Dumbledore said, looking hopefully at the girls.
"What?" Leo asked.
"Dumbledore asked us if we would teach a class on Wicca while we where here. And we agreed." Piper explained.
"Piper," Leo's voice warned "I don't think the elders will approve; remember what I said earlier about the two magics."
"Well, you weren't there to tell us not to, so we agreed." Phoebe said.
"And we are still going to do it. We want our two magics to be friends again." Piper said. She was mocking the last part.
"Fine, but unless the elders find out on their own, I won't say anything."
"Why should you fear? WE made this choice on our own." Prue said.
Phoebe turned to Dumbledore, "As long as we are still here, we would be glad to teach your class."
"Good, please be in the Great Hall an hour and half. You are free to do what you want until then. Oh yes, there are robes sitting on the chair there" Dumbledore quickly pointed to the chairs and four sets of robes magically appeared. "I suggest that you change into them before the feast." Dumbledore gave them a large smile, and stepped out of the portrait hole.
"Ok, with our extra time, I think that we should head to the library and find more about Voldemort." Prue ordered. Piper and Phoebe nodded. Knowing not to mess with a Halliwell, Leo followed them. The elders won't be too happy. They changed into the wizard robes and left the room. The library had a large section in the back filled with books on Voldemort. They looked like they hadn't been touched in about five years, and once they got reading about the guy, the more they wished they hadn't. He had murdered innocent people. For no reason more than they had no magic in them. And the effect that the source had on the Halliwells, was only scratching the surface on how scared the wizarding world feared Voldemort. Few dared to speak his name; preferring to call him You-Know-Who, or He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named. Only one had ever survived an attack by Voldemort, Harry Potter. Little Harry had been just one when Voldemort showed up at his door to kill his parents. Voldemort was successful in doing so. He turned his want to Harry to rid of him too, but instead of killing Harry, the curse somehow rebounded onto him, and Voldemort, just… know one actually knew what happened to him. Some say codswallop, and some say died.
"So he could be out there now?" Piper asked.
"Maybe," Prue clarified. "But no one knows. Most likely he is barely living, using other things to help him move around."
"So it is plausible that he is alive enough to tell someone to kill Harry?" Phoebe asked.
"Definitely."
"Ok, well our hands are full with this and Wadwork." Leo commented.
Prue closed the book she was reading and stood up to put it away. "The Dark Lord's Life and Death, sounds interesting." Prue sarcastically commented.
"Well, put it back, its 4:20, and I think it will take us more than ten minutes to get to the great hall. I left the map in the room." Piper said.
"Ok, well I can get from here to the room," Prue said.
"I can get from the room to the Great Hall." Phoebe offered.
"Always thinking about your stomach are you?" Prue joked.
"No, we've just gone there the most, and I remember the way. You lead." Phoebe retorted. They made their way to the room, and then the Great Hall, realizing that they backtracked part of their route getting there. They arrived to see most of the teachers already in their seats. A grand total of six were empty. Four for the Halliwells, and two for the teachers. They took their seats, and sat nervously for the next half hour. A few of the ghosts fluttered in and sat at the house tables. One ghost came and began to throw the gold plates around, smashing them. One of the teachers stood up, used a spell to banish him from the room, and created a shield, from which this ghost. Promptly at five, the first of the older students entered the Great Hall. They chatted excitedly, looked oddly at the Halliwells, and took their seats at their respective tables. When Harry, Ron and Hermione came in, they gave a smile and a small wave to the Halliwells. Finally, Dumbledore stood up, shushing the room almost instantly. In came McGonagall leading about twenty young students behind her. In her hands she held the old hat, from the pictures, and a small three legged stool.
"Welcome to another year." Dumbledore said. He gave a quick nod to McGonagall, and she set the stool and the hat down in the front of the room.
"This is the sorting. First years, when I call your name, come forward, and place the hat on your head." She yelled. The first years began to look more and more nervous. McGonagall gave the hat a quick tap on the tip, and a wide brim at the bottom opened, and it began to shrilly sing.
"A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerer
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug around your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell you where you belong."
The room exploded with applause when he had finished. The applause died down, and McGonagall called out the names. One by one they shyly stepped forward and placed the hat on their head. The sorting hat called out their house, and they sat down at their table. Finally the sorting ended with "Zelwing, Joseph!" (Ravenclaw.) Dumbledore stood up again, and began his speech. "Welcome back to another year! I invite you feast in a matter of moments, but first a few words. No one is allowed in the dark forest, unless you do wish to die a horrible death. And no one under their third year is allowed in Hogsmead. Now, I would like to welcome our new Defense of the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Jorgensen! And here with us for a short time for reasons that do not concern most of you are Prue, Piper, and Phoebe Halliwell, and Leo Wyatt. However while they are here, they will be teaching a class on Wicca, starting tomorrow night. I encourage you to attend. That is all." He sat down, and just like the night before the dishes instantly filled with wondrous foods. The feast ended amazingly with a display of fireworks put off by the teacher's wands. The students began to file out, their full stomachs, and tired eyes motivating them. Outside of the hall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran into their long time enemy.
"So Potty, Weasel, and Granger," Malfoy spat. "Are you going?" He asked.
"To what?" Harry dared.
"That stupid class on muggle magic. My father of course knew that they were coming and warned me to stay away from them, yesterday."
"Well, we knew that they were coming on Thursday, and we know that that is no muggle magic." Ron challenged.
"Well, with as good as you are, I'm surprised that they don't snap your wand in half and force you to live like a muggle." Ron made a lunge at Malfoy, but Hermione grabbed the back of his robs, and pulled him back.
"He's not worth it, come on Harry." Hermione said, pulling both Ron and Harry, leaving Malfoy laughing so hard that he almost peed in his pants.
"Harry! Hermione! Ron!" Phoebe called to the trio.
Hermione stopped, and let go of Ron and Harry. In the distance the sound of Malfoy's laughter stopped instantly as he saw that Ron wasn't lying. "Oh hi! How has your stay been?" Hermione politely asked.
"Great! We need to talk to you three in private." Phoebe said. She had read enough of the Harry Potter book to know that it was easier to just tell all three, than to exclusively talk to Harry, so that he won't have to relay it to the others. They couldn't be separated, almost as much as the sisters were. After much discussing about the best place to meet, they finally decided on the Vistarus room. They got there.
"My turn! Lemon Drop!" Prue said. The kids looked at the room with much awe.
Ron exclaimed "Bloody! This place is huge!"
"I know, now to business, the two magic evils have collided, and both are conspiring against both of us." Phoebe tried to explain. She was talking mostly to Harry.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"The source has sent a demon to kill us. And Lord Voldemort obviously want to kill you Harry. Wadwork, the source's demon, hooked up with Voldemort and the rest is history."
"Ok, is that it?" Harry asked. He needed to think about this. It was a lot, but it wasn't anything new, but this was different. This time he was getting outside help. He wasn't sure he felt comfortable about it.
"Yeah…"
"Ok, I'm really tired. I'm heading to back to the common room." Harry said, stepping out of the portrait hole. Hermione, and Ron somberly followed him.
"Ok, then, I will see you all in the morning." Phoebe said, heading up her stair case.