Chapter 2:
Off the Train, Hogwarts, Here He Comes
*Wow! The groundskeeper changed the shapes of all the hedges! The school looks amazing! It is so awesome!* Mr. Swan thought as he got off the train.
"Sure has changed alot since I came here!" Said Jay.
"Whoa! Demons come to Hogwarts too?"
"Yes, Draco, even demons –eh –future demons come to Hogwarts."
"Wow!"
"Mr. Swan, dude, how long has it been since you've came to Hogwarts?" the plump Goyle asked.
"Um –uh –about 30 years now I guess. It's been awhile."
"But Mr. Demon-dude, you only look about 20 years old."
"Well, my child, that is because demons –sometimes –help each other. I wanted eternal youth and one of my fellow demons could offer it to me."
"Wow! Can I get it, too?"
"You must be at least 20 years old before I can offer it to you, my boy."
"Wow! I'll get it when I turn 20, then. Who do I ask for it Mr. Demon?" Malfoy said sounding fascinated.
"You –oops, sorry, here we are, at the Great Hall. I'm gonna go talk to Professor Dumbledore. Can you wait here until I return?"
"They might instruct us to go sit; if they do, we'll be at the Slytherin table. It's that one right over there. Er –yes, that one."
"Ok, guys, er –see you when I see you."
"Man, was that guy weird?" said Crabbe sounding freaked out.
"CRABBE?! HE WASN'T WEIRD, HE WAS JUST ER –STRANGE. I WANNA BE JUST LIKE HIM WHEN I GROW UP!"
"Draco, do you think you could lower your voice please?" said Goyle somewhat embarrassed.
Jay smiled as he walked away with his head down.
"I told you... please leave the school NOW!"
"But professor --"
"But professor nothing. You were not invited to this school and I don't want you here. Now leave before I REALLY get mad."
"Yes, Dumbledore, sir. I'll leave first thing in the morning if that's alright with you."
"Where are you going to sleep Melkier?"
"Wherever there is space, headmaster."
"What if there is no space?"
"Then I'll sleep in the corridors."
"I couldn't possibly let you sleep there; you'll get run over when classes begin in the morning. I'm sure we can find some space for you to stay. I'll consult with you after the Sorting Ceremony."
"Yes, Dumbledore, sir."
"Now, go, so we can begin the ceremony and feast."
"Going, sir," Melkier said as he was leaving the place where they stood to talk.
*How could I let him stay? I know he's a demon. Am I just stupid or what?* All these thoughts crossed Professor Dumbledore's mind.
"I'm back, boys. Missed me?" Jay called at Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe.
"MR. SWAN! Back so soon?" Goyle said frightened.
"Why, yes sir, we did miss you," Draco said enthusiastically.
"Glad to feel loved. But there's been a change of plans. Professor Dumbledore is sending me back tomorrow morning. He decided that demons were a little too intense for the students here. I will miss you greatly, gentlemen."
"Not as much as we'll miss you, Jay."
"Thanks, Mr. Malfoy, you're so kind. I'm sure we will meet again. Maybe even in Hell."
"WHAT?!" Goyle and Crabbe said confused.
"I come from Hell: your own, personal Hell. I AM your worst nightmare."
"Oh," the two sighed a relieved sigh.
"Chris Falgout... Gryffindor!" the Sorting Ceremony had begun. The cheers of the whole Gryffindor table filled the room.
"Peter Farraguat...*mutters sly one, this one* Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat continued down the list. The Slytherin table roared in its entirety.
"Harold Granger... Gryffindor, just like his big sister. Hermoine must be very proud of you." The complete house applauded.
The list continued on. Finally the last name, Colby Zeringue, was called (he was a Hufflepuff). "Finally, LET'S EAT!" Dumbledore said excitedly. The rest of the evening was a blur until the next morning, Melkier's last day at Hogwarts.
*Wow! The groundskeeper changed the shapes of all the hedges! The school looks amazing! It is so awesome!* Mr. Swan thought as he got off the train.
"Sure has changed alot since I came here!" Said Jay.
"Whoa! Demons come to Hogwarts too?"
"Yes, Draco, even demons –eh –future demons come to Hogwarts."
"Wow!"
"Mr. Swan, dude, how long has it been since you've came to Hogwarts?" the plump Goyle asked.
"Um –uh –about 30 years now I guess. It's been awhile."
"But Mr. Demon-dude, you only look about 20 years old."
"Well, my child, that is because demons –sometimes –help each other. I wanted eternal youth and one of my fellow demons could offer it to me."
"Wow! Can I get it, too?"
"You must be at least 20 years old before I can offer it to you, my boy."
"Wow! I'll get it when I turn 20, then. Who do I ask for it Mr. Demon?" Malfoy said sounding fascinated.
"You –oops, sorry, here we are, at the Great Hall. I'm gonna go talk to Professor Dumbledore. Can you wait here until I return?"
"They might instruct us to go sit; if they do, we'll be at the Slytherin table. It's that one right over there. Er –yes, that one."
"Ok, guys, er –see you when I see you."
"Man, was that guy weird?" said Crabbe sounding freaked out.
"CRABBE?! HE WASN'T WEIRD, HE WAS JUST ER –STRANGE. I WANNA BE JUST LIKE HIM WHEN I GROW UP!"
"Draco, do you think you could lower your voice please?" said Goyle somewhat embarrassed.
Jay smiled as he walked away with his head down.
"I told you... please leave the school NOW!"
"But professor --"
"But professor nothing. You were not invited to this school and I don't want you here. Now leave before I REALLY get mad."
"Yes, Dumbledore, sir. I'll leave first thing in the morning if that's alright with you."
"Where are you going to sleep Melkier?"
"Wherever there is space, headmaster."
"What if there is no space?"
"Then I'll sleep in the corridors."
"I couldn't possibly let you sleep there; you'll get run over when classes begin in the morning. I'm sure we can find some space for you to stay. I'll consult with you after the Sorting Ceremony."
"Yes, Dumbledore, sir."
"Now, go, so we can begin the ceremony and feast."
"Going, sir," Melkier said as he was leaving the place where they stood to talk.
*How could I let him stay? I know he's a demon. Am I just stupid or what?* All these thoughts crossed Professor Dumbledore's mind.
"I'm back, boys. Missed me?" Jay called at Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe.
"MR. SWAN! Back so soon?" Goyle said frightened.
"Why, yes sir, we did miss you," Draco said enthusiastically.
"Glad to feel loved. But there's been a change of plans. Professor Dumbledore is sending me back tomorrow morning. He decided that demons were a little too intense for the students here. I will miss you greatly, gentlemen."
"Not as much as we'll miss you, Jay."
"Thanks, Mr. Malfoy, you're so kind. I'm sure we will meet again. Maybe even in Hell."
"WHAT?!" Goyle and Crabbe said confused.
"I come from Hell: your own, personal Hell. I AM your worst nightmare."
"Oh," the two sighed a relieved sigh.
"Chris Falgout... Gryffindor!" the Sorting Ceremony had begun. The cheers of the whole Gryffindor table filled the room.
"Peter Farraguat...*mutters sly one, this one* Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat continued down the list. The Slytherin table roared in its entirety.
"Harold Granger... Gryffindor, just like his big sister. Hermoine must be very proud of you." The complete house applauded.
The list continued on. Finally the last name, Colby Zeringue, was called (he was a Hufflepuff). "Finally, LET'S EAT!" Dumbledore said excitedly. The rest of the evening was a blur until the next morning, Melkier's last day at Hogwarts.