Magical Magick

--Dancing With Lightning

A/N: To all Finding Nemo-lovers out there, I pay it out a little this chapter, so please don't kill me. I had to find some movie to pick on, and it had to be one of the cutest ones I knew, so... there you go. I hated writing this chapter, even though I love it so much. I was forever running from the computer to the bookshelf and getting out my books, trying to remember which Wicca/Sweep book had what information in it and where. Stupid. Then I had to make up my special theory... I went and did a lot of research for this story, people!! Thank me and bow down! On second thought, it wasn't this one, it's the next!

Welcome To Hogwarts —Sky—

I watched Hunter closely on the flight, and noticed with humour, that he wiped his eyes on his shirt sleeve, when he thought I wasn't looking. Unfortunately for him, I was. To be honest, the whole plane trip was boring. Sitting in some seat for a few hours, listening to the bright and happy 'good evening everybody' of the blonde hostess... honestly, I'd much prefer to be curled up with Raven at home, watching a movie. I'd even prefer to watch Finding Nemo, and I hate that movie with a vengeance. I mean, what sane person would watch a little orange fish float around the screen, looking for his son, who also happens to be a fish?? I mean... hello?!?!

Anyway... let's get back on track.

The plane landed... finally! Hunter and I got off, both talking to each other quietly, just trying to make innocent conversation. When we got into the airport terminal, I spotted an elderly lady holding a sign that said:

'Niall-Eventide'

"Hunter... there's someone there."

I pointed, and Hunter nodded, walking over to the lady. I followed. "Hello," Hunter said cheerfully. "I'm Hunter Niall, and this is my cousin, Sky Eventide."

"I know who you are," the lady said tersely, dragging us both out of the airport and into a car outside. "I am Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts."

Pretty formal introduction, don't you think? "Hello," I said, trying to be as pleasant as possible. Unfortunately for me, pleasantry isn't one of my good points. Let's have a scale of one to fifty. Hunter would be a forty, because he's nice, but still a little reserved. Raven would be a twenty five. Morgan would be a forty-eight, her sister eighty nine, and me, minus 100. You see my point? Not very pleasant, although I try...

"Sky?" Hunter waved a hand in front of my face, and I came out of my scale stupor with a 'mm?' "Professor McGonagall was just saying that you can teach a little at Hogwarts as well, if you want to."

"What subject would I teach, though?" I asked, feeling a little lost. Hunter and Minerva were both very skilled at what they did, and that just left plain, boring, old me.

"You'd co-work with a man named Rubeus Hagrid," Minerva told me. "He teaches Care of Magical Creatures. Things like, Unicorns, Griffins, Hippogriffs... quite a lot of things."

I nodded. Sounded like a little bit of fun. "I'll do it."

—Harry—

"We're what?" I couldn't believe my ears. Hermione smiled and said, very slowly and clearly:

"I said, we are getting a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"No more Umbridge?" Ron asked, mock sadness showing on his face. I laughed, and Hermione frowned at him.

"No," she said. "His name is Hunter Niall."

Ron fell off his chair. "THE Hunter Niall?!?!"

I shrugged. "Who's he?"

Hermione opened her mouth, but the door to our compartment opened and Luna Lovegood stood there, looking as dreamy as ever. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" she asked dreamily.

Hermione nodded, and Ron sat back on the chair, making room for Luna.

"As I was saying," Hermione started. "He's about nineteen or twenty, and just as famous as Moody."

"No way!" I said. 'No-one's as famous as Moody."

"You are," Hermione stated, her brown eyes sparkling with humour. "Anyway, he works, no used to work for the Ministry of Magic, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore wanted him to come work here. Why, I don't know."

"To protect Harry, of course!" Luna exclaimed. "Hunter's the best in the business, but his girlfriend should have come, too. She's just as good as him, Morgan Rowlands."

I nodded. Well, they really wanted me protected, didn't they? I guess they thought I needed serious help after what happened last year. Oh well. I'll just have to wait and find out what this Hunter is like when I meet him.

The train stopped, and we all got off, normally, talking like normal students, until we saw Hagrid standing with a tall, pretty, blonde-haired girl with black eyes. What the hell?

Hermione, Ron and I walked up to them. "Hello, Hagrid," Hermione said pleasantly.

"Who is this?" Ron asked bluntly. Hermione stepped on his foot and he winced.

Hagrid smiled. "My co-professor, if you could call it that. Harry, Ron and Hermione, this is Sky Eventide."

Sky smiled. "Harry Potter? Ah." She shook my hand, then Ron's, then Hermione's. "My cousin, Hunter Niall, should be getting her soon."

"Hunter Niall is your cousin?!?!" I asked. "Does he look like you?"

She half-smiled. "Sort of. Some people say we look like twins, others say I look like I'm from Africa and he's from Japan, we look that different. I couldn't say."

I nodded. I could live with that until I met Hunter... if I ever met him.

"You must be Harry Potter."

I turned around to see a man just like a mirror image of Sky in front of me. He smiled and held out a hand. "I'm Hunter Niall."

Hermione spluttered and turned pink when he turned his green eyes towards her. "Hermione Granger, am I correct?"

She nodded, and I noticed with some humour that she was twisting her hands under her robe. I hadn't seen her this nervous since... she was with Viktor Krum. Wait. Did that mean anything...?

Nah.

—Hunter—

I got up the next morning, the past events of last night catching up with me. Morgan was not going to be happy. It seemed as though every girl in the Hall came up to me at one point during dinner and tried to get a hug, or a kiss, or something even worse. All except the Slytherin girls, and Hermione Granger.

As I made my way to my classroom, I got many waves from people I didn't know (most of them girls), so I just smiled and waved back. When I finally arrived at the classroom (I got a little lost), the students were just arriving, after breakfast. They all sat down at the desks and looked at me patiently. Now this was the part I wasn't good at. Getting started.

"All right... as most of you already know, my name is Hunter Niall," a hand shot up in the back of the room, and I jumped, startled to find that someone was asking a question already. "Yes?"

"My name is Parvati Patil, Professor Niall," she said slyly. "I was just wondering, for future reference, of course, do you have a girlfriend?" All the boys in the class tried to hold their laughter in, but ended up giggling anyway. All the girls' heads snapped in Parvati's direction, glaring irately at her. Only Hermione kept her eyes directly to the front. I felt my cheeks heat up a little.

"What?"

"Because darling, if you didn't, I'm always free," she smiled, running her tongue over lips. "Do you have a girlfriend?" The girls started frantically whispering to each other, and Lavender Brown turned away from her friend unhappily.

"I'm sorry, Parvati, I do have a girlfriend." Parvati started crying. Oh, crap. I sat down in the chair heavily. I didn't need a sixth year crying—not yet, anyway. It was only the first day!! The boys in the class giggled simultaneously, and I frowned. I stood and waled around to the front of my desk, leaning lightly on it. "Quiet, please. Now tell me, as sixth years at Hogwarts, there must have been quite a few things you've covered, am I correct?"

Everyone nodded. "Could you tell me?"

Hermione put up her hand, which I noticed was shaking slightly, and I nodded to her. She stood up and said clearly everything they'd done. I whistled. "Not bad. But this year, I'm not here to teach you about werewolves and theory and about myself—"well that scored a laugh from everyone, "—I'm going to teach you about the other witches in the world."

Ron cleared his throat, and I looked at him. "Yes?"

"Excuse me, but that's kind of sexist. I mean, there are wizards, too."

I laughed. "You don't get my point. There are different kinds of witches and wizards, if you want, around the planet. The ones I'm specifically talking about are called witches, whether they are men or women."

Hermione put up her hand. "How do you know about this?" she asked. "I mean, the Ministry of Magic only deals with our affairs, not with any others."

I nodded. "Good point. But what you don't know is that the Ministry of Magic is combined with other forces, the International Council of Witches, that's where I used to work, the Japanese Magical Embassy, and the one in Scotland, which actually doesn't have a name. We're all linked, all have the same boss, which is a man named Nicholas Starfire.

"The International Council of Witches has been able to get some information on Ciaran MacEwan in these past months, thanks to my girlfriend, and now Ciaran in powerless. But, Voldemort has taken over Ciaran's coven, purely because they were the best of friends. Now Morgan, my girlfriend, has finally gotten the Ministry of Magic to realise that Ciaran never practiced your kind of magic, and Voldemort doesn't practice ours. What do you think that means?"

Three hands shot into the air. Parvati's, Harry, and Hermione's.

I decided to give Parvati another go. "Yes, Parvati?"

"I think that means you'll have to dump your girlfriend so you can be with me."

Without saying anything, I turned to Harry. "Yes?" Hermione put her hand down, looking a little miffed.

"That both Ciaran and Voldemort have weaknesses."

"Exactly. Ciaran, even though we stripped his powers, still is capable of much damage, and able, if he finds a way, to bring his magick back. But Ciaran never learned your way of magic, and Voldemort never learned the way of mine, so it means that I have a one-up against Voldemort, and you have one against Ciaran. Ten points to Gryffindor, Harry. I'm going to teach you things this year that no other student in another school will have heard of, and probably never will. I'm going to teach you about magick."

I turned to the blackboard behind me and wrote: 'Magic: Latin-based, used by modern witches and wizards. Magick: Used by Wiccans. Gaelic-based.'

"Copy that down," I heard myself telling them. "And keep your parchment out. You need to take a lot of notes on what I'm going to tell you..."