Pervious Evening..
Summer had slowly faded away, and day-by-day, the trees and the grass turned golden brown. Hogwart's grounds were covered with leaves from the Forbidden forest. As the stars began to reveal themselves, the great hall was filled with merry students, comforting their tired brains by filling their tummies with delicious foods and sweets. It was just as any night at Hogwarts, with everyone in the Great Hall.
Well.. almost everyone.
One lonely Gryffindor was making her way toward the Gryffindor field house. After scanning around to make sure that no one was watching her, she entered. A few minutes later, she emerged carrying a broom, and a rectangular box. As she opened it, she took out a single Bludger, and then putting the box on the ground, flew high up in the air. The wind blew chilly air toward her, making her red hair flow carelessly around the girls cream colored face. She circled the Quidditch field two times, then looking around once again to see that no one was near, threw the Bludger up in the air.
The Bludger bounced off the walls of the stands, and started to head right back to the girl, with fast speed.
.Yet she did not move. Instead, as the bludger came toward her, she merely held up her right hand, and the bludger, which was only inches away from crushing her face, stopped.
With another flick of her wrist, the bludger began to circulate slowly around her hand, as a moon would around a planet. The girl sat still on her broom and sighed.
What in Merlin's name is happening to me?
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"RONALD WEASLEY! SLOW DOWN!"
The next morning, the great hall was full of excitement. Dumbledore had announced the previous night that there was going to be a Winter Dance, held on the eve of Christmas.
The girls were chatting nonstop about what they were planning to wear, how they were going to do their hair, and most importantly, whom they were going to take.
But for the boys, it was totally different. In fact, most of them weren't even looking forward to it. Scanning the tables of their own house over and over, trying to find a date was what most of the "men" were doing.
But there was one who wasn't doing that. Ron Weasley was different. He KNEW whom he wanted to ask, but he also knew that he would probably die before he summoned enough courage. So instead of worrying, be started eating.. a lot.
Hermione couldn't even see Ron. It wasn't even 8 yet, and he was stuffing him self with sizzling bacon, cheesy scrambled eggs, fried eggs, sandwiches, and stacks after stacks of pancakes and waffles. Then to help them digest, he drowned them down with glass after glass of pumpkin juice.
"RON! You're going to make your self sick!"
"Itbus oik Herione! I'm bine! I'm hjust a lil Bit Ungry!"
Hermione threw her hands in the air as she declared defeat.
"Fine! Go kill your self! Your going to explode and I won't care!"
With that she returned to her books. But her mind wasn't on what she was reading at all. If someone had been watching closely, they would have noticed that she had been on the same page for almost 20 minutes, which was not normal for Hermione. She was thinking about the Winter Dance, and the boy she was hoping to ask.
Looking up, she saw the top of what must be Ron's head, still busily eating. All she could do was shake her head.
What am I thinking? He probably doesn't feel a thing for me.or does he?
But as Ron reached out to grab another pancake, the doors of the Great hall were slammed open. All heads in that roomed turned automatically and stared at the group of people that just entered.
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As Meridel kicked the door open with unnecessary force, Harry and the rest of the group was greeted with hundreds of pairs of eyes, all staring at them.
Bienes and Emphis, ignoring the stares and the open mouths, began to walk toward the head tables. Harry followed closely behind them, and sneaked a peak at the Gryffindor table.
Ron was staring wide eyed at them, with mouth opening and closing in shock. He didn't even notice as the piece of bacon he was intending to eat fell from his hand. Hermione was sitting there, with the same expression as Ron, but perhaps less stupidly. Harry almost burst out laughing at the sight of those two, but he suddenly stopped smiling, for he just remembered that they would not recognize him. Sighing, he turned his attention back to the head tables and the professors.
Dumbledore stood up as the group approached with their trunks floating behind them.
It seemed that Dumbledore was the only who wasn't shocked, for even the Professors were speechless. No one knew that elves actually existed, and they defiantly never seen a GROUP of elves.
Bienes, giving a short bow to Dumbledore out of respect, spoke.
"I assume you are the Headmaster.. Deamiblidore?" The headmaster looked a little surprised at the mispronunciation of his name, while the other, students and teachers, gasped with shock. The headmaster nodded slowly, answering Bienes' question.
Bienes, not realizing at all what he had done, went on. "We have been sent from King Androld to protect your castle and the students. My pupils will be living here in the castle, but my partner and I will only drop in now and then."
"But they are nothing but children!" Harry turned to see who had spoken. It was Professor McGonagall. Feeling a little annoyed, he walked closer to the head table.
"We might not be as old as you, professor, but we are more experienced and more powerful. Each of us has powers that no other wizard or witch possess, and believe me, if we are given the job to protect your students, we will do it successfully."
McGonagall, a little taken back by the answer, said nothing more.
"Let me show you your rooms, and please make your selves comfortable, for Hogwarts, will now be your home." Dumbledore began to lead them out of the great hall.
Emphis began speaking to his students. "All right you guys. We have to leave now. Got some more spying to do. Now, anytime you need us, just contact us through Elijah's telepathic powers. See you later kiddos, oh and "Evans", remember what we said." With that, Emphis and Bienes disappeared with a "POP".
Gasps and whispers filled the air, as everyone watched the two disappear. Even Dumbledore looked shocked.
"They are elves. Their magic are one of a kind and Hogwart's wards doesn't work on them." And with that explanation, Harry followed Dumbledore, with Meridel close behind. When the door was close behind them, the Great Hall, which had been deadly quiet, suddenly exploded with whispers.
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"You will be staying in this room. Boy's rooms will be on the left, and the ladies will be on the right." The room the Headmaster lead them was right in the middle of the school. A picture of winged horse was the entrance.
"The password is 'Pegasus.'" With that, the picture opened, revealing a triangular hole to climb through. The room was small compared to the regular common rooms, but large enough for 5 people. The main room had a large fireplace, with pillows of all size thrown around it. Two old fashioned sofas were placed in the center of the room, while chairs were placed in the corners. The room's main color seemed to be silver, for the rugs, furniture and the walls were that color. Pictures of Pegasus flying were hanging in the boys' room, while pictures of BEAUTIFUL mermaids were in the girls.
As the other began to put their trunks in their rooms, Harry talked to Dumbledore. It was extremely hard for him to act as though he had not known this man for 5 years, and speak with an unemotional tone.
"My name is Evans. As you can see I am the only human in this group. But I am the leader. I would like to ask your permission to start a class."
"Oh? What kind of class?" asked the headmaster.
"It's a class that teaches advanced students about dueling. I know there are chances that Lord Voldemort might attack the castle. I want some of the student body to be prepared, so if for any reason we are not available, they can hopefully defend them selves." Dumbledore, a little shocked that Harry had used Voldemort's name, nodded.
"I agree. I'm surprise I haven't thought of it myself. Begin the class when ever you wish," With that, the Headmaster began to walk out.
"Oh and one more thing, Evans. Call me Albus."
The portrait closed, leaving Harry alone. And unexpectedly, he smiled.
Albus.
-Albus? What's that?
Harry jumped with shock and scanned around the room to see who had spoken. He saw no one. They were all still unpacking.
Who are you? No WHERE are you?
-Oh Harry, it's me! Elijah!
What? Why are you in my min.OH! Your psychic!
-Correct. Now, don't worry I don't do this often.
Praise Merlin!
-Ha ha. I'm just telling you that we are done packing. You should call us out and discuss the plans
Right. almost forgot. Hey, why don't you do that for me? You seem to be good at it.
- I suppose I should take that as a compliment
Just go!
With that, Harry fell on one of the couches, and threw his head back and began to massage his temple, hoping to calm down the headache he was beginning to have.
"YO! EVANZ!" Looking up with an annoyed glare, he saw Meridel smiling cheerfully down at him.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You."
"And why is that?"
"Cause your cute"
Slightly surprised with the answer, Harry reflected back her smile.
"Guess I should smile wider." Meridel lowered her head down, hoping to give Harry a quick kiss. But was rudely interrupted by a rudely person.
"Cut it out. I want to finish this "Mission" as soon as I can. I have better things to do."
With a sneer, Ceris looked at Harry, who merely blinked. He hadn't heard at all what Ceris had said. He was too busy calculating the possibilities of Ceris been Snap's son.
"Potter, you have the plan?"
"Ceris, come down. Wait for the other to come." Meridel, a little shocked with the way the elf was acting, said in an annoyed tone. Ceris did not answer. Even he did not dare to speak to a royal elf with out respect. As Elijah and Everest made themselves comfortable on the pillows and the couches, Harry walked to the middle of the room.
"All right. Here's how I have decided to organize this. There's four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and off course, Slytherin. Now, the houses I put you in is the place where you are to guard at night, unless I take over for you. Then you can stay here. Everest, you will be the Hufflepuff guardian; Elijah, Ravenclaw; Meridel Gryffindor; and Ceris, Slytherin."
Scanning around to make sure all were satisfied with their position, Harry returned to his explaining.
"You will guard your Head of House's classroom during class time. And of course you would also need to check to the hallways. I'm assuming that you all are capable of felling anything dangerous around you, so scanning the whole place is unnecessary. Elijah will also be able to warn us quickly if any Deatheaters or, if we get lucky, Voldemort himself comes. Now, as for the off campus activities, I will go. And if I am not available, I have made sure that there will always be one of us that will be free. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner will be watched by 3 of us, as the other two guards the rest of the castle. I will be teaching a class in the evenings with Meridel. It's not a big class. In fact there's only about 10 people. Bienes and Emphis will drop by occasionally, as they told you, and apparation back to Gloriden are only allowed when you have contacted me and have received Bienes or Emphis' permission. Now, if we are all ready,"
All heads nodded.
"Then I believe we have some work to do."
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While Harry and his teammates were getting ready to leave, Hermione, Ron, and a few other Gryffindors were walking toward Transfiguration, still discussing what happened early morning.
"Elves! Dad will freak when he hears about this!"
"Did you see that blonde one call Dumbledore by the wrong name?"
"Which blonde one? The were all blonde!"
"No, there was one human!"
"Don't you think that was odd?"
The talk began to die down once people saw the stern face of Professor McGonagall, and students began to take their seats.
Ron, sitting next to Hermione, scanned the room.
"Great. I just can't believe our first class for the entire year is with the Slythrins."
"Well its not like we can do anything about it." Hermione was a little hot tempered. Due to the intrusion earlier, she had not been able to proof-read her homework.
"All right class. Turn in your homework to the front. Come one, hurry up. We have a lot to do." Professor McGonagall began to tap her wand impatiently on her desk as students rushed forward to dispose scrolls of essays. Then suddenly, there was a knock on the door, but it opened loudly before any one could get it.
The room fell silent.
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Meridel stepped into the room. She was 5 minutes late and she blamed the stupid, bloody castle. It kept on moving and no matter how hard she avoided the same stairs or halls; she couldn't get no further then 50 feet from their common room. It was only with the help of one of the ghosts, Nick, that she was able to even get in to the Transfiguration rooms. Her cheeks, a little flushed from all the walking, gave her a rosy look as a few strands of hair covered her face. She looked like she had been playing outside in the wind, and had just come inside.
All the students recognized who she was immediately. After all, how many dazzling she-elves do you see everyday?
Walking up to the teachers, Meridel held up her hand grinning.
"I am Meridel, daughter of King Androld, Princess of Gloriden, Protector of the Chosen One, and I will be guarding your house and classrooms."
"Umm, ergh, Princess Meridel," McGonagall, not quite sure what to call her, began to stutter, which was not very common.
"Just call me Meridel."
"All right, I welcome you to my classroom. Make yourself comfortable." Making sure that Meridel had found a chair and was comfortably seated in the corner of the room, she turned back to her class.
"Now, today we will be learning how to change toads into doves. The first step is to."
No one seemed to be paying any attention to the Professor. Draco Malfoy surely wasn't. He was staring at the blonde elf. He had never seen anything so.mysterious, and he wanted more then anything to talk to her, maybe be friends with her. But would he be allowed to? After all, they had come to protect them from evil, which meant they were good. And if they fought for the light side, Draco knew his father would never permit him to become friends with the elves.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco snapped out of his thoughts.
"Since you seem to think that Ms. Meridel is more important than our lesson." Draco flushed. He noticed that the elf was staring at him also. He heard snickers from the Gryffindors.
"Why don't you perform the spell us? Simply say, Renovata Tofodia " The Professor placed a large green toad in front of him. Draco, now suddenly pale, looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"I..I mean I .can't..." He stuttered, looking down at his books, too embarrassed to look up.
"Go on Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure looking at Ms. Meridel taught you everything you need to do this spell." Making it sound as sarcastically as she can, Professor McGonagall cocked an eyebrow at him. Malfoy, with no choice left, lifted his wand up slowly, and said in a stuttering voice, "Re.RENOVATA TOFODIA!"
A big puff of smoke surrounded the smoke, as it let out a loud croak. Then finally, when the smoke cleared, the classroom was filled with hollering laughter. The toad looked pretty closed to normal that is if you ignore the pair of white dove wings growing from its back.
CROAK!
Students began to laugh louder. Looking to see that Meridel was laughing at him too, Draco slammed his head on his desk.
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Pleaz R/R. this one is longer than normal.. Action is going to come pretty soon. I promise!!
Summer had slowly faded away, and day-by-day, the trees and the grass turned golden brown. Hogwart's grounds were covered with leaves from the Forbidden forest. As the stars began to reveal themselves, the great hall was filled with merry students, comforting their tired brains by filling their tummies with delicious foods and sweets. It was just as any night at Hogwarts, with everyone in the Great Hall.
Well.. almost everyone.
One lonely Gryffindor was making her way toward the Gryffindor field house. After scanning around to make sure that no one was watching her, she entered. A few minutes later, she emerged carrying a broom, and a rectangular box. As she opened it, she took out a single Bludger, and then putting the box on the ground, flew high up in the air. The wind blew chilly air toward her, making her red hair flow carelessly around the girls cream colored face. She circled the Quidditch field two times, then looking around once again to see that no one was near, threw the Bludger up in the air.
The Bludger bounced off the walls of the stands, and started to head right back to the girl, with fast speed.
.Yet she did not move. Instead, as the bludger came toward her, she merely held up her right hand, and the bludger, which was only inches away from crushing her face, stopped.
With another flick of her wrist, the bludger began to circulate slowly around her hand, as a moon would around a planet. The girl sat still on her broom and sighed.
What in Merlin's name is happening to me?
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"RONALD WEASLEY! SLOW DOWN!"
The next morning, the great hall was full of excitement. Dumbledore had announced the previous night that there was going to be a Winter Dance, held on the eve of Christmas.
The girls were chatting nonstop about what they were planning to wear, how they were going to do their hair, and most importantly, whom they were going to take.
But for the boys, it was totally different. In fact, most of them weren't even looking forward to it. Scanning the tables of their own house over and over, trying to find a date was what most of the "men" were doing.
But there was one who wasn't doing that. Ron Weasley was different. He KNEW whom he wanted to ask, but he also knew that he would probably die before he summoned enough courage. So instead of worrying, be started eating.. a lot.
Hermione couldn't even see Ron. It wasn't even 8 yet, and he was stuffing him self with sizzling bacon, cheesy scrambled eggs, fried eggs, sandwiches, and stacks after stacks of pancakes and waffles. Then to help them digest, he drowned them down with glass after glass of pumpkin juice.
"RON! You're going to make your self sick!"
"Itbus oik Herione! I'm bine! I'm hjust a lil Bit Ungry!"
Hermione threw her hands in the air as she declared defeat.
"Fine! Go kill your self! Your going to explode and I won't care!"
With that she returned to her books. But her mind wasn't on what she was reading at all. If someone had been watching closely, they would have noticed that she had been on the same page for almost 20 minutes, which was not normal for Hermione. She was thinking about the Winter Dance, and the boy she was hoping to ask.
Looking up, she saw the top of what must be Ron's head, still busily eating. All she could do was shake her head.
What am I thinking? He probably doesn't feel a thing for me.or does he?
But as Ron reached out to grab another pancake, the doors of the Great hall were slammed open. All heads in that roomed turned automatically and stared at the group of people that just entered.
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As Meridel kicked the door open with unnecessary force, Harry and the rest of the group was greeted with hundreds of pairs of eyes, all staring at them.
Bienes and Emphis, ignoring the stares and the open mouths, began to walk toward the head tables. Harry followed closely behind them, and sneaked a peak at the Gryffindor table.
Ron was staring wide eyed at them, with mouth opening and closing in shock. He didn't even notice as the piece of bacon he was intending to eat fell from his hand. Hermione was sitting there, with the same expression as Ron, but perhaps less stupidly. Harry almost burst out laughing at the sight of those two, but he suddenly stopped smiling, for he just remembered that they would not recognize him. Sighing, he turned his attention back to the head tables and the professors.
Dumbledore stood up as the group approached with their trunks floating behind them.
It seemed that Dumbledore was the only who wasn't shocked, for even the Professors were speechless. No one knew that elves actually existed, and they defiantly never seen a GROUP of elves.
Bienes, giving a short bow to Dumbledore out of respect, spoke.
"I assume you are the Headmaster.. Deamiblidore?" The headmaster looked a little surprised at the mispronunciation of his name, while the other, students and teachers, gasped with shock. The headmaster nodded slowly, answering Bienes' question.
Bienes, not realizing at all what he had done, went on. "We have been sent from King Androld to protect your castle and the students. My pupils will be living here in the castle, but my partner and I will only drop in now and then."
"But they are nothing but children!" Harry turned to see who had spoken. It was Professor McGonagall. Feeling a little annoyed, he walked closer to the head table.
"We might not be as old as you, professor, but we are more experienced and more powerful. Each of us has powers that no other wizard or witch possess, and believe me, if we are given the job to protect your students, we will do it successfully."
McGonagall, a little taken back by the answer, said nothing more.
"Let me show you your rooms, and please make your selves comfortable, for Hogwarts, will now be your home." Dumbledore began to lead them out of the great hall.
Emphis began speaking to his students. "All right you guys. We have to leave now. Got some more spying to do. Now, anytime you need us, just contact us through Elijah's telepathic powers. See you later kiddos, oh and "Evans", remember what we said." With that, Emphis and Bienes disappeared with a "POP".
Gasps and whispers filled the air, as everyone watched the two disappear. Even Dumbledore looked shocked.
"They are elves. Their magic are one of a kind and Hogwart's wards doesn't work on them." And with that explanation, Harry followed Dumbledore, with Meridel close behind. When the door was close behind them, the Great Hall, which had been deadly quiet, suddenly exploded with whispers.
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"You will be staying in this room. Boy's rooms will be on the left, and the ladies will be on the right." The room the Headmaster lead them was right in the middle of the school. A picture of winged horse was the entrance.
"The password is 'Pegasus.'" With that, the picture opened, revealing a triangular hole to climb through. The room was small compared to the regular common rooms, but large enough for 5 people. The main room had a large fireplace, with pillows of all size thrown around it. Two old fashioned sofas were placed in the center of the room, while chairs were placed in the corners. The room's main color seemed to be silver, for the rugs, furniture and the walls were that color. Pictures of Pegasus flying were hanging in the boys' room, while pictures of BEAUTIFUL mermaids were in the girls.
As the other began to put their trunks in their rooms, Harry talked to Dumbledore. It was extremely hard for him to act as though he had not known this man for 5 years, and speak with an unemotional tone.
"My name is Evans. As you can see I am the only human in this group. But I am the leader. I would like to ask your permission to start a class."
"Oh? What kind of class?" asked the headmaster.
"It's a class that teaches advanced students about dueling. I know there are chances that Lord Voldemort might attack the castle. I want some of the student body to be prepared, so if for any reason we are not available, they can hopefully defend them selves." Dumbledore, a little shocked that Harry had used Voldemort's name, nodded.
"I agree. I'm surprise I haven't thought of it myself. Begin the class when ever you wish," With that, the Headmaster began to walk out.
"Oh and one more thing, Evans. Call me Albus."
The portrait closed, leaving Harry alone. And unexpectedly, he smiled.
Albus.
-Albus? What's that?
Harry jumped with shock and scanned around the room to see who had spoken. He saw no one. They were all still unpacking.
Who are you? No WHERE are you?
-Oh Harry, it's me! Elijah!
What? Why are you in my min.OH! Your psychic!
-Correct. Now, don't worry I don't do this often.
Praise Merlin!
-Ha ha. I'm just telling you that we are done packing. You should call us out and discuss the plans
Right. almost forgot. Hey, why don't you do that for me? You seem to be good at it.
- I suppose I should take that as a compliment
Just go!
With that, Harry fell on one of the couches, and threw his head back and began to massage his temple, hoping to calm down the headache he was beginning to have.
"YO! EVANZ!" Looking up with an annoyed glare, he saw Meridel smiling cheerfully down at him.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You."
"And why is that?"
"Cause your cute"
Slightly surprised with the answer, Harry reflected back her smile.
"Guess I should smile wider." Meridel lowered her head down, hoping to give Harry a quick kiss. But was rudely interrupted by a rudely person.
"Cut it out. I want to finish this "Mission" as soon as I can. I have better things to do."
With a sneer, Ceris looked at Harry, who merely blinked. He hadn't heard at all what Ceris had said. He was too busy calculating the possibilities of Ceris been Snap's son.
"Potter, you have the plan?"
"Ceris, come down. Wait for the other to come." Meridel, a little shocked with the way the elf was acting, said in an annoyed tone. Ceris did not answer. Even he did not dare to speak to a royal elf with out respect. As Elijah and Everest made themselves comfortable on the pillows and the couches, Harry walked to the middle of the room.
"All right. Here's how I have decided to organize this. There's four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and off course, Slytherin. Now, the houses I put you in is the place where you are to guard at night, unless I take over for you. Then you can stay here. Everest, you will be the Hufflepuff guardian; Elijah, Ravenclaw; Meridel Gryffindor; and Ceris, Slytherin."
Scanning around to make sure all were satisfied with their position, Harry returned to his explaining.
"You will guard your Head of House's classroom during class time. And of course you would also need to check to the hallways. I'm assuming that you all are capable of felling anything dangerous around you, so scanning the whole place is unnecessary. Elijah will also be able to warn us quickly if any Deatheaters or, if we get lucky, Voldemort himself comes. Now, as for the off campus activities, I will go. And if I am not available, I have made sure that there will always be one of us that will be free. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner will be watched by 3 of us, as the other two guards the rest of the castle. I will be teaching a class in the evenings with Meridel. It's not a big class. In fact there's only about 10 people. Bienes and Emphis will drop by occasionally, as they told you, and apparation back to Gloriden are only allowed when you have contacted me and have received Bienes or Emphis' permission. Now, if we are all ready,"
All heads nodded.
"Then I believe we have some work to do."
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While Harry and his teammates were getting ready to leave, Hermione, Ron, and a few other Gryffindors were walking toward Transfiguration, still discussing what happened early morning.
"Elves! Dad will freak when he hears about this!"
"Did you see that blonde one call Dumbledore by the wrong name?"
"Which blonde one? The were all blonde!"
"No, there was one human!"
"Don't you think that was odd?"
The talk began to die down once people saw the stern face of Professor McGonagall, and students began to take their seats.
Ron, sitting next to Hermione, scanned the room.
"Great. I just can't believe our first class for the entire year is with the Slythrins."
"Well its not like we can do anything about it." Hermione was a little hot tempered. Due to the intrusion earlier, she had not been able to proof-read her homework.
"All right class. Turn in your homework to the front. Come one, hurry up. We have a lot to do." Professor McGonagall began to tap her wand impatiently on her desk as students rushed forward to dispose scrolls of essays. Then suddenly, there was a knock on the door, but it opened loudly before any one could get it.
The room fell silent.
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Meridel stepped into the room. She was 5 minutes late and she blamed the stupid, bloody castle. It kept on moving and no matter how hard she avoided the same stairs or halls; she couldn't get no further then 50 feet from their common room. It was only with the help of one of the ghosts, Nick, that she was able to even get in to the Transfiguration rooms. Her cheeks, a little flushed from all the walking, gave her a rosy look as a few strands of hair covered her face. She looked like she had been playing outside in the wind, and had just come inside.
All the students recognized who she was immediately. After all, how many dazzling she-elves do you see everyday?
Walking up to the teachers, Meridel held up her hand grinning.
"I am Meridel, daughter of King Androld, Princess of Gloriden, Protector of the Chosen One, and I will be guarding your house and classrooms."
"Umm, ergh, Princess Meridel," McGonagall, not quite sure what to call her, began to stutter, which was not very common.
"Just call me Meridel."
"All right, I welcome you to my classroom. Make yourself comfortable." Making sure that Meridel had found a chair and was comfortably seated in the corner of the room, she turned back to her class.
"Now, today we will be learning how to change toads into doves. The first step is to."
No one seemed to be paying any attention to the Professor. Draco Malfoy surely wasn't. He was staring at the blonde elf. He had never seen anything so.mysterious, and he wanted more then anything to talk to her, maybe be friends with her. But would he be allowed to? After all, they had come to protect them from evil, which meant they were good. And if they fought for the light side, Draco knew his father would never permit him to become friends with the elves.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco snapped out of his thoughts.
"Since you seem to think that Ms. Meridel is more important than our lesson." Draco flushed. He noticed that the elf was staring at him also. He heard snickers from the Gryffindors.
"Why don't you perform the spell us? Simply say, Renovata Tofodia " The Professor placed a large green toad in front of him. Draco, now suddenly pale, looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"I..I mean I .can't..." He stuttered, looking down at his books, too embarrassed to look up.
"Go on Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure looking at Ms. Meridel taught you everything you need to do this spell." Making it sound as sarcastically as she can, Professor McGonagall cocked an eyebrow at him. Malfoy, with no choice left, lifted his wand up slowly, and said in a stuttering voice, "Re.RENOVATA TOFODIA!"
A big puff of smoke surrounded the smoke, as it let out a loud croak. Then finally, when the smoke cleared, the classroom was filled with hollering laughter. The toad looked pretty closed to normal that is if you ignore the pair of white dove wings growing from its back.
CROAK!
Students began to laugh louder. Looking to see that Meridel was laughing at him too, Draco slammed his head on his desk.
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Pleaz R/R. this one is longer than normal.. Action is going to come pretty soon. I promise!!