Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters you may recognise from the book. All of them belong to that wonderful writer J.K Rowlings.
Dom, Nicolas, J.P and Anita are all real people that are really enjoying being in my story.
I have created any creature and person you don't recognise from the books.
This story takes place after the publishing of The Prisoner of Azkaban, and the release of the second Harry Potter movie.
Harry is in his fourth year at Hogwarts.
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Chapter eight: Extra classes time.
As the Gryffindors left their Care of Magical Creatures class along with the Slytherins, the Ravenclaws finished their potion classes and headed toward the Great hall to have their lunch. This place was common for all houses, yet it was rare to see members of the different houses mingle. Therefor it was actually strange to all the other students to see Anita, J.P and Dom take a seat at the same table, chatting happily. It was even more awkward when several other students both from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, along with Cedric from Hufflepuff, moved to where the three were sitting, pulling a table along so they would have something to sit around. Most of the Slytherins sneered at the mixed group, most, but not one thin boy with clear ginger curls. He was simply looking longingly at the table where people from the four houses were chatting quite amiably.
Cedric looked around and was puzzled, as he didn't see Nicolas around. J.P quickly explained what had happened at herbology, causing Cedric to cringe slightly, he remembered HIS experience with bubotuber pus.
Kat, Fiona and Orla were all chatting with Anita, who was telling them about her first encounter with the dreaded Snape. J.P was showing Fred and George the wound on the palm of his hand and telling them how he got back at Draco. The twins didn't believe him at first, but one gaze toward the Slytherin table and at the eyebrow-less Draco was enough to convince them. Once more the pranksters at Hogwarts had met their match.
Halfway trough lunch Nicolas appeared in the great hall, his hands almost completely healed, only some small wounds here and there.
He was received with joy by his three friends and by the small group of people that were sitting around the table. Both Anita and J.P introducing him to their small group of friends from the different houses before telling him about the things that had happened in their respective classes. Dom chuckled as Anita described Snape's flabbergasted face when he saw her perfect potion, and his even more suprised expression at her answer. As they were talking they didn't notice the ginger haired boy in Slytherin robes that was starting to head toward the table, in fact they were completely oblivious to his very existence until a loud voice rose above the rest of the chatter in the great hall.
"So the dirty Irish boy is joining the muggles... how perfect. Going to ask them to include you in their little group, O'Shanty?"
The four friends and everybody at their table, in fact everybody in the great hall turned to stare at the ginger haired Slytherin. The lad, who must be O'Shanty, was standing halfway to the table where the four friends were, staring into the stone floor, a deep crimson oh his cheeks.
He stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity before rising his head and glaring at Draco and the rest of the Slytherins.
"Anythin' is better than bein' witcha lot av poisonous adders!
No... dat wud be insultin' de adders.. e'en they are better than yer people!"
The loud irish accent ringed trough the room, causing Seamus to look up from his lunch. After all, it was his own dialect that was spoken, and it was quite a lot clearer than his own, he had been in England for quite a bit so he had been loosing his accent. But not this O'Shanty, the lad sounded like he had just arrived from the streets of Dublin.
Draco sneered at the boy, the other students from Slytherin growling at the insolence of the new students, pulling their wands out from their pockets and pointing them at the lad.
"I really don't understand how you can DARE to call yourself a pureblood. Your speeches sound like something a Gryffindor would say. Just go and join the muggles. I bet they would be more than happy to receive you in their little group of imbeciles, you tattered street rat."
At Draco's word the four friends and the people that were at the table with them. Several wands were pointed at the Slytherins, but four wands were directed straight at Draco. Actually there were five wands pointing at Draco, the last one belonging to Seamus. His proud irish blood had won over the hate for the Slytherins as he was defending his countryman.
"Well, well Draco. It seems that losing your eyebrows wasn't quite enough."
Dom smirked as he spoke, his dark eyes ablaze with lust for revenge against the blonde Slytherin student. What did he care that they belonged to the same house. Draco was still nothing more than a selfish, stuck up little turd.
Dom nodded to Anita who nodded back. A evil smirk coming to her lips. They both lifted their wands at the same time, yelling the exact same words.
"DRACO CALVUS!"
A blue glow surrounded Draco's head as his beautiful blonde hair suddenly shrivelled up and fell off, leaving him as bald as a billiard ball. The Slytherin students were too astounded to actually cast any spells as they saw the completely bald head of Draco. That, and the fact that he had no eyebrows, made him look like a survivor of a nuclear accident of some sort. For a moment there was a total and profound silence in the great hall. And then hell broke lose.
Ron, Harry, Fred and George broke down laughing, rolling on the floor and holding their stomachs. Hermione was trying to give Anita and Dom a reproaching look, but the sides of her mouth were slowly starting to curl upwards. Cedric, Kat, Nicolas, Orla and Fiona were all chuckling loudly while pointing at Draco.
The Slytherin has not yet understood what had happened to him but as he felt a cold breeze on his head he lifted his hand and ran it over the baldness. He looked like someone had just forced him to swallow bubotuber pus as he hissed to Anita and Dom.
"Undo the spell! Undo it NOW!"
Anita looked at Dom and smirked. Dom nodded and turned to grin at Draco.
"Well Draco.. you see that two poor muggles as us doesn't know how to undo spells yet. So you will have to ask some of your fellow purebloods to undo our little spell. I am pretty certain that you oh-so-great wizards know how to revert a simple little hex as that one."
Anita was chuckling, so was all the people that had been seated at their table. The lad, O'Shanty, had decided to join in the laughter as he approached the table of the mixed students, all of them gawking and laughing at the bald Draco. Soon O'Shanty had joined them all in the laughter and mocking of Draco.
The Slytherin students didn't know what to do, the spells seemed to have been blown out of their heads, as if by art of magic. Draco fumed in anger as he realised he couldn't do anything against the four muggles, at least for the moment. Growling in anger he headed out of the great hall, along with the rest of the Snakes.
Anita and Dom turned to look at J.P , who had been alarmingly silent during the whole incident. J.P blew at the end of his wand, as a cowboy would to with his pistol and said in a low voice.
"A simple Excidere spell. Made them forget their spells for a few moments. Not as powerful as Oblivate, but it does the trick for a while.
They are going to be pissed as hell when they remember them."
Dom and Nicolas made victory signs while Anita struggled to stop laughing. The irish lad was happy he had decided to leave the pompous snakes and join the mixed group of friends. He waited until the laughter had stopped before walking toward Anita and stretching out his hand.
"Me, me.... Remind me ter never make yer four cheesed aff.. yer are quite a fearsome foursome of hooligans.
My name is Ian O'Shanty, fresh from Dublin an' a first year student, sorted into Slytherin for only Bejasus knows waaat call. A true so 'tis pleasure an' 'onour ter meet yer al'."
Anita took his hand and shook it, smiling at the ginger haired lad. If it had not been for the difference in features, and the fact that this boy spoke with a heavy irish accent she would almost have mistaken him for one of the Weasley's.
"Well, the pleasure is all ours. And what did you just call us... Hooligans?
Hmm... I like the sound of that."
She looked to her friends who all nodded back. It seems that a new generation of Marauders had been born.
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The rest of the classes of the day passed without major incidents. Anita had History of Magic (where she promptly fell asleep, lulled by the droning voice of professor Binns.), Nicolas had artimancy, Dom had potions, where Snape leaved him alone since he was a Slytherin. J.P had to suffer himself tough a class of divination, where professor Trelawny predicted he would be gored to death by a werewolf.
The Hooligans was extremely happy when dinnertime arrived and they could once more join the rest of their friends in the great hall. They looked over at the Slytherin table and chuckled as they saw that Draco had somehow found a partial antidote to the spell, partial, because his head was covered with small patches of extremely short hair. He looked like he had a bad case of scabies. And just like any dog affected by the illness he seemed to have a hard time not scratching his semi-bald head.
All the friends of the Hooligans were chuckling and making fun of Draco as they ate their dinner, once more having taken place around a small table at one end of the hall. It was quite a unusual group of people. Two Slytherins, four Ravenclaws, two Hufflepuffs and six Gryffindor's, that turned into seven as Ginny decided to join them at their table with the pretext of all her brothers being there. But the sideways gaze told people otherwise. The thing that shocked most of them was that the gaze went straight by Harry and landed on Dom. So the tall and gangly teen, with the eagle like nose and the spiked hair, had managed to catch Ginny's fancy.
Harry noticed he was no longer on the receiving end of Ginny's affection, and for a short moment he felt jealous. But after a moment of reasoning he realised that he actually should feel relieved, now he could concentrate completely on Cho. He still couldn't believe what Anita had told him, about her cold recievement by the beautiful Ravenclaw girl and her friend. He couldn't believe Cho was so petty.
Anyway, dinner passed quite quickly and soon each of the students went off to their own chores. The Foursome sighed slightly as they looked longingly out of the window, the day was beautiful and it was extremely tempting to skip classes and just g outside and share some time with their new friends.
But they knew what teacher they had in extra classes, McGonagall. The Hooligans had read enough about the strict teacher to know better than to try to skip her classes.
With a sigh they headed toward the transfiguration classroom. The only thing positive about this class was the fact that they would be together, all four of them.
The severe face of their teacher was the first thing that greeted them when they finally reached the classroom. McGonagall locked the door behind them and started speaking in a stern voice.
"Very well, I am pleased to see that you are on time. These extra classes will take place every monday evening until you all have reached the same level as all fourth year students. I hope all of you try your best to master the difficult art of transfiguration. Now then...shall we begin?"
Each of the four friends took a seat. In front of them, on the table, there was a small amount of matches. McGonagall explained them what they had to do. First they had to read trough their "A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" during the first half of the class, and then trying to change the matches into needles.
Dom and Anita only managed to set fire to their matches. J.P managed to transform them halfway to needles, the other half remaining made of wood. At the end of the double class only Nicolas had managed to turn one of his matches into a needle, quite pointy too. So pointy in fact that he stung his fingers several times while trying to pick it up.
McGonagall seemed extremely pleased with the progress of J.P and Nicolas, and disappointed with Dom and Anita.
"I think this is enough for our first class. 10 points to Hufflepuff, and 5 points to Gryffindor for their great achievements. Miss Salinas, Mister Prevost, you need to read tough your books again and study harder. I expect you to manage to transform the match next class."
The two friends sighed and nodded to the strict teacher, more reading. Just what they needed, they already had quite a workload from their regular classes and now this.
Well, atleast now they had the rest of the afternoon to dedicate to leisure. And what better place to leisure than the ample grounds of the school. The quartet headed down towards the lake and sat down in the grass.
Dom and Anita immediately initiated a discussion about how they were going to manage the huge load of homework the extra transfiguration classes would mean. J.P and Nicolas offered helping the two with their notes, this causing Anita to throw herself at the two, hugging them. Nicolas only laughed at her enthusiasm but J.P blushed and started stuttering. Before he actually managed to say something Anita heard the calls of Orla, Kat and Fiona. She excused herself and ran over to her housemates.
J.P looked after her and sighed. Nicolas nudged Dom who was grinning in a knowing way. The Slytherin placed a hand on J.P's shoulder and shook his head slightly.
"You do know that if you don't TELL her you like her she will never notice. Anita can be incredibly oblivious at time. You better act before someone else decides to conquer her. I have seen how some of the other students sometimes shoot her gazes.
Alright, it might just be because she is weird, but even then."
J.P looked toward Anita that was laughing at some joke told to her by her three other friends. He felt a tug of fear at his heart when he thought that someone could actually try to take her away from him. Not that she was really his, but...
His thoughts were broken off by a quaffle flying trough the air and hitting him straight on the head., blowing his glasses off and knocking him to the ground.
He looked up and was not suprised to see Fred and George grinning at him and his friends.
"So we found the Hooligans finally. We were wondering if you had your first flying classes yet. If you had then maybe we could convince you to have a game of Quidditch maybe. We have spoke to Ceddric, Harry and Ron, and they all agreed that it would be fun to try."
Nicolas shook his head, a small smile on his lips. Dom shrugged and J.P shuddered as he placed his glasses back on his nose. He listened to the twins and then swallowed once more, his voice slightly unsteady as he spoke his answer.
"Quidditch? You mean play that on flying brooms... High up in the air? Um... No thanks."
Dom and Nicolas were about to answer as Anita interrupted them as she joined them once more.
"What are you lot talking about? Kat and Fiona just told me that Madam Pomfrey finally managed to give Draco his hair back. But for some odd reason he didn't tell her that we actually did it. We better be careful, that snake knows how to bite"
She then turned to the twins that had picked up the Quaffle. She tilted her head curiously as they told her about the wish of including the Hooligans in a match of Quidditch. Her lips curled upwards in a wide smile as she nodded excitedly.
"So we get to finally fly!!! Great! Where do I sign?"
The twins were happy to see that Anita had agreed. But it would have to wait to another day. The lights in the windows of the castle were starting to light up as the sun was fading behind the horizon.
The friends started their way back to the castle. This had been a great first day of class.. if only things continued like this it would be great.
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End chapter eight.
DRACO CALVUS = Draco bald
Exidere = to pass from memory
Alrightly do.. sorry for the delay. Life is hectic here.
Now we will concentrate more on the four than on Harry and his peers. I will include Harry and his peers from time to time, but not too much, after all, this story isn't all about him... hehehe
Next chapter: DADA classes with out favourite werewolf!!!!!