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"I swear I took the same way that we came up last night!" Calvin exclaimed, "It's like the staircase moved or something!"

"I'm starving," muttered Hobbes.

"Yeah I know, you've been saying that for the past half hour!"

"Hmph."

"Man alive!" Calvin bellowed, "How hard is it to navigate this darn castle?"

Suddenly, Calvin heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Professor McGonnagal approaching them.

"The great hall is down the hall and to the left Mr. Watterson," She said, smiling at him.

"Oh," Calvin muttered, looking down the hallway and seeing the same double doors he had seen last night, beginning to turn red with embarrassment. "Thanks professor," he mumbled.

"My pleasure," Said McGonnagal as she walked down the hallway and into the great hall.

Hobbes crossed his arms and glared at him.

"Yeah yeah," Calvin grumbled, "Let's just go eat."

The duo entered the great hall and immediately located Ginny and Hermione, who they approached immediately.

"What's for breakfast folks?" Calvin asked, as he slid into a seat next to Ginny, Hobbes right behind him.

"Anything," said Hermione, buried in a school book.

"No really."

"I'm serious, anything."

"Bacon?"

"Yeah."

"Eggs?"

"Yeah."

"Chocolate frosted sugar bombs?"

"I- wha- can't you see I'm trying to READ?" Hermione exclaimed, glaring at Calvin.

"Gee what a crab," Calvin muttered to Hobbes, who was too busy stuffing his face with lamb chops to hear him.

Calvin looked to his left as he scooped some pancakes onto his plate and noticed Harry Potter and his friend that he now knew as Ron Weasley were sitting on the other side of Ginny.

"When did you get here?" Calvin asked Harry.

"Late last night," said Harry, "Wasn't pretty."

Ron looked up to see who Harry was talking to and glanced at Calvin.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Calvin cleared his throat.

"I'm Batman," he said in his deepest voice.

Ron glanced at Harry with an odd look on his face.

"His name's Calvin Watterson," said Harry, munching on a waffle.

Ron looked back up at Calvin.

"Right," he said nervously, "I'm Ron Weasley. Nice to meet you mate," he turned back down to his food and whispered something to Harry, who shrugged.

"Mail's here," said Ginny, who hadn't said anything up until now, pointing towards the ceiling.

Calvin and Hobbes both looked up and saw hundreds of owls fluttering in through the windows, most having letters tied to their legs, but a few having full on packages that looked like they could be weighing the poor birds down.

Hobbes licked his lips at the prospect of leaping up and taking down one of those birds.

"Don't even think about it," grumbled Calvin, taking a bite from his pancake.

One of the many birds swooped down to their table and dropped a bright red letter in front of Ron, who's eyes went wide.

"Oh no," he muttered.

"Hey look everyone!" Said a short Irish boy, "Weasley's got himself a howler!"

"What's a howler?" Calvin whispered to Ginny.

"You'll see," She muttered.

"Open it, Ron!" Said a portly boy with big teeth, "I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible."

Ron gulped and picked it up. As soon as he tore the seal, the letter flew out of his hands and shaped itself into big red lips and teeth.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" It bellowed, "HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!"

The horrid letter then turned its attention to Ginny.

"Oh and Ginny dear," it said sweetly, "Congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud!"

It then turned back to Ron, blew a massive rasberry in his face, and then tore itself up, falling all over the table.

Ron looked traumatized, Ginny looked as if she wanted to disappear, and Hermione was giggling in Ron's direction.

"Bloody hell…" Ron muttered, glancing around at all the people staring at him.

"So it was you guys in that flying car last night!" Exclaimed Calvin.

Harry nodded weakly, and Ron glared at Calvin.

Calvin looked down at his watch.

"Well folks," He said, "I've got charms. See ya Hobbes, feel free to roam the castle as you please!"

Hobbes gave him a thumbs up.

"I'll come with you," said Ginny, "We've got charms at the same time."

And with that, Calvin and Ginny strode out of the great hall.

Ginny moved closely to Calvin's side.

"I've got to show you something after classes are over," She hissed, glancing around nervously.

"Uh okay?" Calvin said, slightly confused, yet curious.

After getting lost several times in the castle, as the corridors seemed to like rearranging themselves whenever they felt like it, they finally made it to the charms classroom, and as they took their seats, Calvin glanced around the room.

"Where do you think the teacher is?" Calvin asked GInny, whispering.

"Good question," Ginny whispered back.

As if on cue, Calvin heard sounds of someone climbing up something, and turned to the front of the room where he saw the shortest man he had ever seen. In order for The man to be able to reach the top of his podium, he had to stand on 7 large books. He had short well kept brown hair, round glasses, and was wearing neat dress robes.

"There's no way he's human," Calvin muttered.

"Fred and George told me he's part Goblin, but like I said, I've learned to take everything they say with a grain of salt," Ginny said, shrugging.

"Settle down, settle down class!" Said the short man in a squeaky voice, "My name is Professor Filius Flitwick!"

Man, what is it with wizards and dorky names? Calvin thought to himself.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Professor Flitwick shouted, trying to make himself heard over the whispering children.

Flitwick waved his wand, and large white feathers appeared on the tables in front of every student, causing Calvin to jump.

"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills," Began Flitwick, "Is Levitation, or, the ability to make objects fly!"

Calvin's mind raced at this, thinking of all the stuff he could do if he could make objects levitate, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Take out your wands please!" Flitwick squeaked, "And I want everyone to repeat after me! Ready? Swish and flick!" He gracefully moved his wand up and to the right, then firmly flicked it back down to the starting position.

"Swish and Flick!" The class repeated, mimicking the professor's wand movements.

"The spell is called Wingardium Leviosa!" Flitwick shouted, "You will need to say this as you make the wand movement, and be sure to enunciate it correctly!"

Calvin muttered the spell a few times under his breath.

"Well off you go then! Give it a try!" Squeaked Flitwick. And at that, the whole classroom was filled with slurred murmurs of the spell, however no feathers had left the tables yet.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Calvin bellowed, swooshing his wand up and to the right and bringing it right down to point at the feather.

The feather shot off like a bottle rocket, smacking the blonde boy with the camera in the face, who fell backwards out of his chair. The feather then shot up and zoomed behind Professor Flitwick's podium, crashing through the window and exiting the castle.

Everyone stared at Calvin, gawking.

"Sorry Colin!" He shouted sheepishly at the blonde boy, who was laying on the ground with a dazed look on his face.

"Perhaps," squeaked a terrified Flitwick, "We need to practice control specifically."

"First spell under my belt!" Shouted Calvin, pumping his fist in victory as he and Ginny strode out of Professor Flitwick's classroom, "Piece of cake!"

"How did you even manage to get a feather to break a window?" Ginny asked, dumbstruck.

"Well I was daydreaming about spaceships while I performed the spell," Said Calvin, shrugging.

Ginny had no idea what a spaceship was, but she decided it would be best if she didn't ask.

As they made their way to their next class, Calvin noticed a tall blonde boy who looked around Harry's age leaning against the wall, snickering and whispering to two hulking boys who looked more ape than human. As Calvin and Ginny walked into their line of sight, Calvin noticed Ginny visibly stiffen.

"Well well well!" The tall blonde boy shouted as he noticed Ginny, "If it isn't Potter's girlfriend!"

Ginny blushed and the two monkeys next to the blonde boy snickered.

"Who's that with you?" The blonde boy called at her with an evil grin, "Got yourself a new boyfriend already, have you?"

Ginny blushed even more, and Calvin looked taken aback at that statement.

"What's your name spikehead?" The blonde boy asked, turning to Calvin.

"Stupendous Man," Calvin said blankly.

The blonde boy sneered.

"Well Crabbe and Goyle," He said, "Looks like we've got a comedian in our midst. And judging by his accent, he's American."

The two boys on both his sides that he now knew as "Crabbe and Goyle" snickered.

"The name's Malfoy," The blonde boy said, crossing his arms, "Draco Malfoy."

"Tell me Draco," Calvin said, "Has anyone told you your facial features look remarkably like a ferret's?"

Malfoy's face twisted in anger.

"You dare talk to me like that?" He hissed at Calvin, "Do you have any idea who my family is?
"No clue," Calvin responded, smirking, "Do you all look like rodents?"

Malfoy gritted his teeth.

"Judging by the fact that you have never heard of my family," Malfoy said with venom in his voice, "I'm going to assume you're a mudblood,"

As soon as those words came out of Malfoy's mouth, Ginny jumped in front of Calvin.

"You prat!" She shouted.

"Look at this, boys!" Malfoy shouted, grinning deviously, "The Weasley girl is defending her new boyfriend!"

Ginny made an obscene gesture at Malfoy and then grabbed Calvin's arm, beginning to drag him away, leaving the three bullies to laugh at them from a distance.

"See you around, Stupendous Man!" Malfoy shouted at Calvin, who stuck out his tongue at him as he was pulled along by Ginny.

"Useless, bigoted, slimy, Slytherin piece of…" Ginny muttered under her breath.

Calvin scanned the hallway to make sure no one was around and began to speak.

"Are you actually Harry's-"

"No!" Ginny snapped, blushing again, "Malfoy's just a prick!"

Calvin felt slightly relieved, though he didn't know why, and he changed the subject.

"What's a mudblood?" He asked nervously, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

"It relates to what we were talking about on the train," responded Ginny, "It's a horrible name that those 'Pureblood' witches and wizards use to refer to muggle borns." She mimed a strangling motion, which Calvin assumed was her imagining she was choking out Malfoy.

"That's what I figured," Calvin mumbled, staring at his feet.

They walked the rest of the way to the transfiguration classroom in complete silence. As they walked into the classroom and took their seats, Calvin noticed that he again could not spot the teacher. The only living being in the classroom besides the students was a gray house cat perched upon the teacher's desk at the front of the room.

Why are they always hiding? Calvin thought to himself as he looked all around the room for the teacher.

As soon as the bell rang, however, Calvin watched in shock as the cat began to transform. Slowly it started to look less like a cat, and more like Professor McGonnagal, until finally, standing in front of them was McGonnagal in the flesh.

Most of the class either gaped or exchanged muffled whispers. Calvin however, expressed his awe in a different way.

"That was INSANE!" Calvin shouted.

"Thank you Mr. Watterson," Said McGonnagal, smiling as the rest of the class began to snicker.

Calvin blushed and turned to Ginny.

"Did I say that out loud?" He asked her.

"Loud and clear," Responded Ginny, giggling.

Calvin clapped a hand to his forehead and sat back in his chair, ashamed.

"Before we begin," Said McGonnagal, "I'd like to say a few words."

She began to walk back and forth down the middle aisle that separated the two sides of desks.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," She said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Calvin sighed with disappointment, as "messing around" was essentially his middle name.

"Now that that's out of the way," McGonnagal said, "Today you will be attempting to turn matches into needles."

She pulled a match out of her pocket, pointed her wand at it, and the class watched in awe as the match turned thin and metal before their eyes.

And so, the class got to work. Calvin got it on his first try, but Ginny, along with the rest of the class was struggling greatly.

"How on earth were you able to do it so easily?" Asked a frustrated Ginny as she continuously pointed her wand at the match she was given, which had somehow been twisted up like a churro.

"I used to do this type of thing all the time at home!" Calvin exclaimed excitedly, using his wand to levitate his needle in front of him.

Ginny looked up from her match.

"You did?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah!" Said Calvin, grinning. "I turned myself into a tiger, a toad, a pterodactyl…"

Ginny just stared at him.

"What?" Calvin asked.

"Sometimes I don't know whether to believe you or not," said Ginny suspiciously.

Calvin shrugged.

"Believe what you want to believe," He said nonchalantly. "Just remember that there are billions of people in this world who would view the idea of magic being real as absolutely preposterous."

Ginny blinked and looked back down at her match, pondering that statement.

Calvin jerked his wand arm by mistake and sent the needle he was levitating flying across the room.

"CALVIN WATTERSON!" Professor McGonnagal shrieked.

"Aw crud," Calvin muttered, lowering his wand and staring at his feet.

"Man, how angry can that lady get?" Calvin grumbled to Ginny as they exited the transfiguration classroom. "That was the most humiliating lecture I've ever been given!"

"I don't know Calvin," said Ginny. "I think you were pretty lucky you didn't get detention."

"It's not like I meant for that needle to stick into her hat!" He shouted, raising his arms in frustration.

Their next class was potions, and as Calvin sat next to Ginny in the classroom, he couldn't help but notice how dark and dingy the classroom was. The classroom was located in the dungeons so he figured that it would have a darker look to it but he thought the teacher might have spruced it up a bit. As Calvin finished his look around the room, he heard a slam of the classroom door behind him, and watched as the man he had seen leave the great hall when he saw the flying car strode in, his black robes and greasy hair flying in the wind behind him.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class," The man said, walking up to the front of the room. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

Calvin raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"My name," Said the man, "Is Professor Severus Snape."

Calvin couldn't help but snort, as all the goofy wizard names had finally gotten to him, causing the whole class to turn their heads and look at him.

Snape narrowed his eyes at him.

"Ah yes," He said, stepping out from around his desk and stopping in front of Calvin. "It seems we have a budding comedian in this class."

Calvin felt a surge of anger as he remembered the interaction he had with Draco Malfoy and his jungle buddies before transfiguration.

"I had a similarly insolent boy in my class last year," Snape said threateningly. "Therefore, I shall ask you the same questions I asked him." He leaned down until he was face to face with Calvin.

"Tell me Mr. Watterson," He said with a sneer. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Calvin blinked.

"Well I don't know much about asphodel, but Wormwood was the name of my first grade teacher," He said sheepishly.

Snickers erupted throughout the class.

"10 points from Gryffindor," Said Snape angrily, "For mocking my question."

"What?" Calvin exclaimed, dumbfounded. "I was just saying what I-"

"Where would you look," Snape interrupted. "If I asked you to find me a bezoar."

"What in the world is a-"

"Another 10 points!"

Calvin glared at Snape, who now had an evil smirk on his face.

"What is the difference between-" Began Snape

"Tell me Severus," Calvin interrupted, glaring at Snape. "Do you pick on people younger than you to gain a feeling of power in order to compensate for past trauma?"

The whole class became so silent you could hear a pin drop, and Snape turned a deep shade of purple, causing Ginny to turn to Calvin with a terrified expression on her face.

"Get out," Snape growled.

I guess I struck a nerve, Calvin thought to himself as he made his way out of the potions classroom, Snape glaring at him with a look of pure hatred etched upon his face.

He spent the next few minutes walking aimlessly through the castle, admiring the many moving paintings and suits of armor that lined the halls. As he turned a corner, he noticed the two Weasley twins walking down the hall in his direction.

"Hey you're Ginny's brothers!" Calvin said as he walked towards them.

"In the flesh!" They said synchronously.

"I'm Fred," Said the one on the left.

"And I'm George!" exclaimed the one on the right. "Or are you George?"

"I thought you were keeping track!"

"Ah forget it."

Calvin snickered.

"And you're Calvin, the friend of that tiger, Hobbes!" Said Fred.

"Met him at Diagon Alley!" Added George.

"Nice guy!" Responded Fred.

"What are you guys doing here anyway?" Calvin asked, grinning.

"Skipping divination!" George exclaimed.

"Useless class!" Fred added.

"Crystal balls and predicting the future, rubbish really."

"Not to mention the teacher is useless!"

"Couldn't make a prediction if her life depended on it!"

"Do you guys always finish each other's sentences?" Calvin asked them.

"No!" They both exclaimed with smirks.

Calvin laughed.

"Anyway what are you doing here?" Asked Fred.

"Yeah what caused you to wander the halls during a class period and by coincidence, encounter us?" Asked George.

"Snape kicked me out of his class," Said Calvin, rolling his eyes.

"Oh that's happened to us loads of times," Fred said, grinning.

"More than we can count!" Added George.

"One time we cursed his cauldron to spit fire at him every time he tried to add an ingredient!"

"Got a month's worth of detention for that but it was worth it!"

Calvin gaped.

"How did you guys manage that?"

"A prankster never reveals his secrets!" The twins exclaimed together.

"Anyway you can hang out with us until your next class if you want!" Said George.

"Yeah we're loads of fun!" Fred added.

Calvin looked at the two twins and grinned mischievously

"Count me in!"

Calvin and the twins spent the rest of that class period walking the hallways and telling stories about the many pranks they had pulled.

"And that was the noodle incident!" Said Calvin, clapping his hands together.

Fred and George roared with laughter.

"And you got away with that?" Asked Fred, continuing to laugh.

"How did you do it?" Asked George, who was almost in tears.

"Well," Calvin began with a smirk. "I still maintain the story that I was framed to anyone who asks!"

"Brilliant!" The twins exclaimed.

"Well boys," Calvin said, looking at his watch. "It looks like I've gotta run. I have defense against the dark arts in 5 minutes."

"See you around Calvin!" Said George, waving.

"Yeah, we'll let you know if we need help on any pranks we're planning!" Fred added.

Calvin waved at them and made his way down the corridor.

As he entered the defense against the dark arts room, he noticed it was a bit different from the other classrooms he had been to, as there was a stairway at the front of the room behind the teacher's desk that led up to a balcony with a door that Calvin assumed to be the teachers office, and there was a giant skeleton of some unknown creature hanging from the ceiling. He spotted Ginny sitting alone and sat down next to her.

"What happened in potions?" Calvin asked, glancing at her.

"Nothing too interesting," She responded, glancing back at him. "We learned how to make a cure for boils. He actually caused Colin to break out in them in order to 'motivate' us."

"Man he's evil," said Calvin, glaring towards his feet.

"What were you doing during that class period?" Ginny asked him. "You got kicked out pretty early."

"I met your brothers, Fred and George," Calvin responded, looking back at her with a smile. "Fun guys."

Ginny rolled her eyes and snickered.

"As soon as I befriended you I knew that you, Fred, and George would get along well," She said.

Their conversation ended abruptly when the door at the top of the stairway opened up and the teacher stepped onto the balcony, and Ginny groaned at the sight of him.

The man had luscious blonde hair, carefully styled in a poof atop his head. He wore gold dress robes, and had a set of unusually white teeth.

"My name is Gilderoy Lockhart," The man said with a smile. "Though I'm sure you all already know that."

He winked and Calvin noticed that all the girls in the class except for Ginny seemed to swoon.

"Order of Merlin third class," Lockhart said. "Honorary member of the dark force defense league, and 5 times winner of Witch Weekly's most charming smile award."
Lockhart smiled again and Calvin felt slightly uncomfortable.

"But enough talk of that!" Lockhart exclaimed. "I didn't defeat all those creatures by smiling at them!"

"Should I know who this is?" Calvin whispered to Ginny.

"He's a big wizarding celebrity who claims to have defeated all these dark creatures," She whispered back. "People love him but personally I think he's a self absorbed nutcase."

Calvin snickered and turned his attention back to Lockhart.

"Now I thought we'd start today with a little quiz!" Said Lockhart cheerfully.

Calvin groaned and leaned back in his seat while Lockhart passed out the quizzes, covering his face with his hands.

Just my luck, he thought. A quiz on the first day of class!

But his despair quickly turned to confusion as he looked at the questions that were on the quiz.

"Number one, What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite colour?" He read aloud, turning to Ginny. "Did I read that right?"

"Unfortunately," Said Ginny grudgingly.

"You have 30 minutes!" Said Lockhart. "Start now!"

After the awful quiz was finally over, Lockhart leaned under his desk and pulled out a shaking cage covered with a sheet.

"Now," Lockhart said as he set the cage on his desk. "It is my job to arm you against the world's greatest dangers. You may find yourself facing your worst fears in this room, only know that no harm will befall you whilst I am here."

Calvin felt the atmosphere of the classroom grow tense as everyone became nervous about what Lockhart might be about to show them.

"I must ask you not to scream," Said Lockhart seriously. "It might provoke them!"

He tore the sheet from the cage. Calvin, preparing for the worst, was pleasantly surprised with what he saw inside. There were about ten or so of the same creature in that cage. They had bills like a duck, and fluffy black fur. They almost looked like platypuses without the tail.

"Nifflers?" Ginny asked, a slight twinge of mocking in her voice. "Those are just common pests!"

"On the surface that may be so Mrs. Weasley," Said Lockhart mysteriously. "You see, nifflers are creatures that have a strong interest in anything shiny. They're very useful for treasure hunters, but they can wreak absolute havoc indoors.

And with that, Lockhart reached for the cage.

"Let's see what you make of them!" He shouted, and he pulled open the door to the cage.

The creatures Calvin now knew as "Nifflers" darted out of the cage. For a moment it looked as if the creatures weren't gonna do anything, but then one of them noticed the metal stand holding up a globe on the windowsill.

The niffler shrieked and started making its way over to the globe, jumping across desks and startling students. This riled up the rest of the nifflers who all started making shrieking noises and jumping around the room, grabbing anything they found that was shiny and shoving it into a pouch on their abdomens. It was nothing more than amusing until one of the creatures noticed a necklace a girl was wearing and attempted to tear it off her neck. From that point on, the class devolved into utter chaos.

Calvin spotted a smug looking Lockhart attempting to perform a spell, presumably to stop the disorder. Lockhart waved his wand, and the smug look on his face turned into shock and nervousness when nothing happened.

"Good luck!" Lockhart shouted, and he ran up the stairs to his office shutting the door behind him.

"Coward," Calvin grumbled.

He spotted a niffler running towards him, staring at his watch.

"Oh no you don't!" Calvin shouted, and he kicked the niffler across the room, who landed on top of a desk looking dazed.

He looked back down at his watch and an idea formed in his head. He turned his head to Ginny.

"Follow me to the cage they came out of!" He shouted at Ginny over the sound of students screaming and nifflers shrieking.

"What, why?" Ginny shouted back.

"No time to explain!" Calvin said, already running to the cage.

As they both arrived at the cage Calvin spoke once again.

"When they're all back in the cage, shut the door behind them as fast as you can!"

"How are you planning to get them back in?" asked Ginny as she positioned herself by the door to the cage.

"You'll see," Said Calvin with a mischievous grin.

He took off his watch and held it high in the air.

"YO NIFFLERS!" He shouted.

The nifflers stopped what they were doing and looked up at Calvin.

"YOU WANT THIS?" He shouted, waving his watch in the air. "COME AND GET IT!"

He tossed the watch into the cage and the nifflers all let out shrieks. They began charging to the cage, piling themselves into it, all having their hearts set on adding that watch to their collections.

"NOW!" Calvin shouted to Ginny as the last niffler shoved its way inside the cage.

Ginny slammed the door closed and pulled down the latch to lock it.

There was about 10 seconds of silence, and then Calvin pumped his fist.

"That worked!" He yelled. "That actually worked!"

"Wow," Said Ginny, shocked. "That was-"

"Very quick thinking, dear boy!" Lockhart interrupted, having just reappeared out of his office, acting like nothing had happened. "Now if I didn't cast that confundus charm to make the creatures more open to suggestion, then you most likely would've had a lot more trouble luring them back in! Anyway, Class dismissed!"

Calvin glared at Lockhart and was about to call him out for taking credit for what he had done, but before he could, Ginny grabbed his arm and started to lead him out of the classroom.

"What are you doing?" Calvin asked angrily as he followed Ginny into the corridor. "I was going to give him a piece of my mind!"

"It's not worth it," She said. "Also, I said I had to show you something after classes, remember?"

They made their way back to Gryffindor common room, and as soon as Calvin stepped into the living area, he heard a shuffling sound.

"COWABUNGA!" Hobbes yelled as he hurtled into Calvin like a runaway freight train, sending them both flying into one of the armchairs that sat around the fireplace.

"LET GO OF ME YOU MANGY MALEVOLENT MORON!" Calvin shrieked as Hobbes began to laugh.

"Wooo that never gets old!" Hobbes exclaimed, wiping tears out of his eyes with his paw.

"Hi Hobbes," Said Ginny with a smile.

"Oh hey Ginny!" Said Hobbes, glancing at her.

"Hang on, I'll be right back," said Ginny as she made her way up the stairs to the girls dormitory.

"Where's she going?" Hobbes asked Calvin, who was still sprawled out in the armchair.

"She (ow) has something (ow) to show us," Said Calvin, grimacing with pain as he sat up. "Geez Hobbes, could you at least try to be a little more gentle next time you pounce?"

Hobbes shrugged.

"Sorry buddy," he said.

"Got it!" Yelled Ginny as she reappeared from the girls dormitory holding a book.

She sat down in the armchair next to Calvin and set the book on the top of the little table that sat in the middle of the chairs and the fireplace.

Calvin leaned over and looked at the cover.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," He read aloud. "Who's that?"

"No idea," responded Ginny. "I found the book in my cauldron when I went to the dormitory last night."

"Well what do the pages say?" Asked Hobbes, looking at the book inquisitively.

"That's the weirdest part," said Ginny, opening the book. "It's blank!"

Calvin looked at the pages closely, saw that they were indeed blank, and got an idea.

"Write something in it," he said.

Ginny gave him an odd look.

"Why?" She asked.

"This is the wizarding world," Calvin said. "What if it has some sort of secret?"

"If this is a magic book that holds some kind of secret, I doubt the secrets would be released by something as simple as writing in it," said Hobbes, eyeing the book suspiciously.

Calvin shrugged.

"It's worth a shot," he said, glancing at Hobbes.

Ginny stared at the book, seeming to ponder the idea before finally pulling a quill out of her pocket and beginning to write.

"My… name… is… Ginny… Weasley…" She mumbled as she wrote.

For a moment nothing happened, but then they all watched in shock as the ink seemed to sink through the page, and was replaced with a different message.

Hello Ginny Weasley, My name is Tom Riddle.