Sorry for not updating in a while but I didn't have any inspiration until now. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club or the Harry Potter series, those rights belong to Iginio Straffi, Rainbow S.r.l., Nickelodeon and J.K. Rowling respectively.

Harry's POV

"Well that's a nice greeting for friends you haven't seen in a while." Neville jokes, smiling cheekily at me.

During the war, Neville really did a 360, no longer being the shy, scared kid with baby fat still clinging to him. Now standing in front of him was a fairly muscled man, confidence oozing out of him as he stood tall beside his wife, Luna, who had also changed herself. At least physically.

Luna is still the odd character she had been in during their years at Hogwarts, however, she really bloomed into a pretty woman. She still has the same long bleach blonde hair and silver eyes, but now she is slightly taller and her features more mature. Harry actually could see some of the Red Fountain guys stealing glances at her.

Turning his attention back to Neville who had addressed him, Harry smiles at him mockingly.

"Oooo someone's been learning how to be cheeky."

"What can I say? You're a bad influence."

"What, me? Never!" He responds sarcastically.

Luna giggles. "You kind of are Harry."

"Not you too Luna!"

"Ahem." someone clears their throat. Harry turns to see it was Gantlos, who's looking impatient sitting near Duman.

"I hate to interrupt this reunion, but now that everyone's gathered, shouldn't we be focusing on healing Duman?"

"Yes, we should." Madam Pomfrey says, bustling to Duman's bedside. She motions for Harry, Ron and Hermione to come forward as well.

"Now the spell is quite simple. The only difficult part of it is that it requires a lot of magic, strong magic, which is where you three and I come in." Madam Pomfrey turns towards Luna and Neville. "We need to concentrate with no distractions so I will have to ask you all to leave the room. Luna, Neville, I trust you can give them a tour around Hogwarts to keep them entertained? I'm sure we'll be done the spell once you've finished."

"We can do that." Neville says. Gantlos looks like he wants to protest, but at one stern look from Madam Pomfrey, he follows the others behind the wizard and witch known as 'Neville' and 'Luna.'

Ogron's POV

As much as all us wizards wanted to protest leaving Duman alone, we know he's in good hands with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Also, he is curious to tour the place where his ex went to school. Obviously, he's not the only curious one.

"Oh this is so exciting! I wonder what this school is like compared to Cloud Tower? Well, other than the fact that the student's are not all female." Stella jabbers. It seems that fairy can't go a minute without talking.

"Me either. This is a great opportunity to learn about a new culture we never knew existed until now." The tech fairy says.

"I'm excited as well." Bloom agrees.

"But let's not get carried away. Remember, we're here to help Duman." The earth fairy, Flora I think, the one that Anagan likes, says.

Gantlos and Anagan nod along with me at the fairy's words. For once there's something we can agree on.

"Great. Now that that's settled, I think our tour guides are getting a little impatient." Helia says.

We all turn toward the witch and wizard who have been silently standing and watching us talk. I nor the other wizards never met them on our 'little adventure' with Harry and friends, so we're quite curious about them. Why are they here? Are they as powerful as Harry, Ron and Hermione?

"Oh no, we aren't in any rush." The guy, Neville, says politely while the woman, Luna stands with a dreamy look on her face.

"But still, we'd really like to see the castle." the orange haired specialist says, looking as eager as his girlfriend.

"All right, then follow us, and make sure you stick close. It's easy to get lost in this castle and who knows what you might run into."

Harry's POV

Sweat poured down Harry's brow as he focused on healing Duman. He and his friends knew that a lot of magic is required for this particular spell, but they didn't realize the magnitude of it until they were only a half hour into the spell.

Two hours into the spell, Harry now knew why it required a lot of strong magic: you need people whose energy won't run out fast because depending on the severity of the injury, who knows how long it will take to heal the person.

Madam Pomfrey had warned them before they started that this may take hours because magical exhaustion is no joke. It's taken some wizards and witches months, even years to recover from said illness and since they're trying to pack that healing time into one spell, one could never know how long it would take. Harry just hoped the wizards, especially Gantlos, had the patience to wait.

Ogron's POV

It only took them an hour and a half to see all the important places in Hogwarts, but they were all wiped out, resting in one of the empty classrooms.

"So Harry mentioned something about 'witch-hunts' on Earth?" the brown haired specialist asked if only to break the silence in the room.

"Ah, the witch-hunts. Not quite such fond memories for me." A voice from nowhere says.

I admit that I looked around startled as those pesky Winx and Specialists. Meanwhile, our two guides didn't even seem startled that a voice just said something from nowhere. They actually look amused. What's there to be amused about?

"Friar, you shouldn't scare our guests." Luna says.

"Oh, pardon me. I didn't mean to do such a thing."

And then the weirdest thing I've seen in all my life happened, which is an accomplishment since I've been around a long time and seen many strange things; An actual ghost floated right through the wall in front of us.

The girls gave startled gasps while the boys jumped up in defense (though they too also looked startled), and Gantlos and Anagan just stared in awe like me.

Now the ghost itself isn't really scary, just a pudgy see-through man with brown hair. His clothes suggest that he is way older than me and might of been a part of a church?

Said ghosts bows toward us.

"Again, so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you all. I just get curious whenever I hear people talking about the witch-hunts."

"Why's that?" Bloom asks, looking more relaxed at the friendly smile on this 'Friar' guy's face.

"Well they were way ahead of my time, but I myself have experience with them. In a way, though I guess you can say it was my own fault."

"How so?" The blonde specialist asks.

"After I graduated from Hogwarts, I joined the clergy of a mendicant religious order where I made the mistake of making the senior churchmen suspicious of me because I only had to poke people with my wand to cure them and I may have had a habit of pulling rabbits out of the communion cup."

Neville laughs. "That story always makes me laugh. I mean not that they executed you for being a wizard," the Winx and Specialists gasp at this tidbit of information. "but the fact that you seem surprised they caught onto you. I mean, you made it pretty obvious."

"I know, but being able to help people was more rewarding so it didn't matter to me if I did it in the open or not."

"Yes, you truly are one of the bravest and most kind wizard I know. Aside from Harry of course." Luna says, that dreamy look back on her face. I have to wonder if she always walks around in a daze.

"She's right. To risk your own life to save people is truly noble." Flora says.

"Why thank you miss. I don't think I've ever seen you all in Hogwarts. Were you from different wizarding schools?"

"Oh no, we're not witches or wizards, well except for those three." Musa jerks her thumb in the wizards and my direction. "We're actually from a different dimension."

"You don't say? In my day, that would be blasphemous talk."

"Why?" Tecna asks, looking as baffled as the rest of her friends.

"I lived in the 10th century, a more primordial time period where people were still discovering the world and anything they couldn't explain or were ignorant of made them wary. For example, the witch-hunts in the 1600s was such a case."

Bloom and Roxy's jaws drop.

"Oh wow..." Bloom says.

"That makes you really old!"

"Roxy!" Bloom admonishes.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it in a rude way." Roxy shoots an apologetic glance at the Friar.

"No need for apologies my dear. I know quite well that I'm as you kids call it these day's a 'geezer.'"

"Why does him being born in this 10th century make him a geezer?" Stella asks, looking puzzled.

Bloom turns towards her. "On Earth, for every hundred years that pass, it marks a new century. the 10th century was between the years of 901 to 1000, marking the end of the first millennium. The year is currently 2009 (1), the 21st century which means that the Friar is at least 1000+ years old."

"He's really that old!?" Stella exclaimed loudly in awe, the rest of her friends just as impressed.

"Looks like we were born around the same era as you." Anagan says to the Friar, pointing at Gantlos and myself.

"Really? So I'm guessing from your youthful appearance you're immortal? Hopefully not through the use of horcruxes?" The Friar says, suddenly looking stern, an expression that doesn't really go with his jolly countenance.

"Umm...no. We have no idea what these horcruxes are. We're a different breed of wizards."

The Friar's face relaxes back into a smile.

"Oh, I had no idea another kind of wizards existed."

"They do indeed Friar." A familiar voice rings in the room. Turning in my chair, I've never seen a sight as beautiful as Harry standing in the doorway of the classroom with the bright daylight shining on him through the windows. The only thing that ruined said image is the frown on his face. Had something gone wrong with Duman? Harry didn't look too grim so I suppose it's nothing too big? Or maybe that's just wishful thinking, but whatever it was, Gantlos was up on his feet and standing in front of Harry at record breaking speed.

"What is it Harry?" He asked, letting us all for once see the fear he held within.

Things are getting heavier. What do you think happened? Did something go seriously wrong with Duman? All will be revealed in the next chapter at which I'm currently writing.

Also, let me know if I made any errors with the timeline or Grammar and spelling in this story.

(1) The fourth season premiered in Italy in 2009, so I set that as the year this story takes place.