Harry looked at the huge school and groaned. He dropped his trunk on the ground and looked around. He stood on the palace grounds (for it did look like a palace). The grass was a little too green, and half of the flowers had faces. The school was a light blue color with elegant towers spiraling upward. The roof was a light purple and the windows were paved with stained glass. The entire place emanated of girly happiness. No, not the whole place. There was one tower that was a dark violet color surrounded by black clouds with crackling lightning. The sky was bright blue everywhere else.

"Pick up your trunk, Potter. I don't want to be here any longer than I must."

Harry glanced at Snape, who was his escort. A look of disgust was on his face. For once, Harry agreed with him. But he picked up his trunk and started walking to the big set of doors. It seemed impossible that only a week ago he had been having his career discussion with Professor McGonagall...

A girl in a floaty blue dress made of periwinkle material was waiting for him out front. As he approached, She beckoned for him to come closer.

"Welcome to Fairy School," she said in a bored voice. She seemed to be around Harry's age, maybe a bit older. "My name is Heather and I'll be showing you around today. You are Harry Potter, aren't you?"

When Harry nodded, she opened the large set of purple doors with a wave of her hand.

"Follow me," she said, going in. Harry looked back at Snape, who pushed him in and hurriedly walked back to the portkey. Fearing for the worst, Harry walked through the open door.

…...

As soon as Harry stepped in he was blinded. After rubbing his eyes for several seconds, he realized the whole room around him was flashing, shining, and sparkling.

The room he had entered had a cream colored floor that stretched to a point where a staircase spiraled upward. Then the floor reached beyond that until it hit a wall that was rapidly changing color. Other staircases went around, hugging the wall, until they met their individual floors, all of which looked down to where Harry was standing. As he watched, a giggling young girl jumped off one of the balconies and floated down. When she touched the ground she ran as fast as she could through a door, still laughing. Three other girls followed, also laughing.

"Done looking around?" a voice said. Harry started. He'd forgotten all about Heather. She was standing next to the spiral staircase, a smirk on her lips.

Heather had very short blond hair and blue eyes. She was tall, and her blue slippers matched her dress. Only now did Harry notice the lilac colored wings that sprouted from her back. All in all, she was incredibly pretty.

She drew a lilac colored wand from nowhere and–

"Whoa!" Harry said indignantly. "Why do you get a good-looking wand?"

Heather raised an eyebrow at him. "You get a wand of your color when you graduate your eighteen-year-old class. I'm only sixteen, but apparently I'm a fairy prodigy."

Harry noted that she wasn't much older than he was. But something about what she had said was bothering him.

"You said you're eighteen when you get a new wand?"

She nodded. "Some are nineteen when they finish the class."

"Well, I met this fairy named Carl. He didn't have a wand like that, and he was definitely

older than eighteen."

Heather snorted. "Carl's doing his seventeen-year-old classes for his second or third time over. He went to Hogwarts to fill in for someone who was sick."

Harry nodded, understanding. She smiled at him, a real smile, not a smirk.

"Come on," Heather said. "I need to take you to the Head Fairy."