If I were in Ravenclaw...

by Elementary98

Disclaimer: For the disclaimer, check out Chapter 1 - An introduction to magic

Chapter 9 - The Ingenious Accident

At the end of Potions Class, I was determined to go and talk to Harry. So right after Snape had finished docking off points from both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, I went towards the Great Hall, where basically everyone started gathering now.

Checking the Hall, I found both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sitting at the Slytherin Table, who tried to look at everyone but each other. I gave a bright smile and squeezed myself between them, ignoring the weird looks I got from the students (Morag MacDougal, mostly) and the teachers (Flitwick grinning amused, Snape gaping openly, McGonnagal protesting, Sprout smiling, and Dumbledore being his usual twinkling self).

"Hi Harry, how's it going! I tried to find your Common Room, but it really is difficult to find!" This caused more gaping and the whole hall to become silent. Harry grinned. "Yeah, if it weren't for Prefect Farley I wouldn't have found it!" He nodded towards an older girl, who hesitantly nodded back. "You know, Julia, it's really cool, there's this moving wall and-"

"Potter! Stop spilling our secrets!" Malfoy pinched Harry, who stiffened. "Excuse me? Julia is my friend, who says I am not allowed to tell her, anyway?"

"Me. And the rules of Hogwarts." Professor Snape swept up to Harry, glaring. "You would better be more considerate and stick to the given rules, Potter. Detention at the weekend, for nearly announcing the secret behind the Slytherin Dorms which has been kept just that for more than ten generations!"

Now it was my turn to stiffen. "It's statistically unlikely that a delicious secret like that has been kept for so long. Someone must have slipped, some time, anyway. Especially the first years. If it were that important, you'd need to tell them as soon as they set foot into the dorms!"

I bent down and looked through my bag. "Not to mention I have no idea where in the rules of Hogwarts I need to search for it. I read through all of it, but haven't found anything similar to this."

Finally I found what I was looking for. With a big bang, a huge book the size of Fang (Hagrid's boorhound) landed on the Slytherin Table. I smiled innocently, tilting my head. "Mind pointing me, sir?"

Ignoring all the weird looks I got, I stemmed myself against half of the book pages, trying to turn them. "Mind... lending... me... a hand... Harry?" Together, we went through the page register, trying to find Snape's "rule". Of course, we were not successful.

After we finished eating until we were close to blowing up, both of us left the Great Hall. "So Harry, mind telling me more about the mysterious moving wall?" The boy laughed. "Ha, no, Professor Snape would have my head! I'll show you instead, since they didn't say anything against that yet!" I grinned, both of us running for the door, ignoring the angry calls behind us.

Due to our little... rule-breaking, we were later called into Dumbledore's office. After muttering the password (a sweet, of course! How barmy was that old man?), I went past the gargoyle and up the stairs. I didn't bother knocking, the door was open. Driven by a weird intuition, I curiously looked around.

A bird. And flames, lots of flames, surrounding it. A bird on fire. Whoah, cool! "Fried chicken!", I whispered, causing Harry to giggle.

"Look, Harry, look!" I tried to touch it, only to jump back, half of my arm on fire. "Help! Harry, help!" Driven by some sort of intuition, Harry jumped forward, pulling me to the ground... And accidently taking down some papers from the desk as well. We rolled around on the ground, Harry desperately trying to put out the blaze.

A sound made us look up. Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape stood there, watching us with a bemused expression on their faces. "Oh dear. Ms Brandtstetter, the fire of my Phoenix Fawkes isn't dangerous for humans -" We stood up, the burned stack of papers becoming visible. Professor Dumbledore blanched. "But the lesson plans! Oh no! Do you know how long I sat planning that?"

Snape gave an as a cough faked snicker. "Well, Headmaster, you'll just have to do it again. I guess this means either a lot of midnight-hour-work or no school tomorrow."

The old man shook his head, groaning. "No. No! All destroyed! Now I need to plan all again! And if I stick to sorting first year Gryffindors and Slytherins together for most of the classes to support unity, I'll never be able to redo it!"

I shrugged, grinning. "Well, that's life! Do pair Slytherin with Ravenclaw, it's always better than Hufflepuff, ain't it, Professor Snape?" The man made a noncommital sound, frowning.

"Come on Harry, the Professors have lots of work to do!" I grabbed my friend and hurried out of the office, badgering him into a high five. "Yes man, we did it! Either no school tomorrow or class together!"