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Chapter 6: Between Dreams and Reality

I had been a dream; hadn't it?

It was the day after the big feast, and Leo's first lesson was transfiguration, Leo should be excited; why wasn't he excited? All he could think about was that damn dream. Well he was pretty sure it was a dream but… Well it had felt so real, in that moment the mists of war had been rising in his nostril, adrenaline pumping through his veins an army at his side; and then? Nothing, he had woken up, sweat trickling down his brow, heart thumping in his chest.

It couldn't have been true; he was Leo, just Leo, a normal boy from a normal wizard family.

Leo allowed himself a small chuckle, 'wizard', well not completely normal then; and to think about it, his family wasn't too normal either, being adopted into a house of fifteen strong wasn't the most ordinary of starts from the majority of children, but it was less crazy than the vision he'd experienced just the day before.

The transfiguration class buzzed with anticipation, wooden desks were lined up in rows and almost all were inhabited. Leo weaved his way through the chattering students, until he found himself pulling out a stool at the very front of the classroom.

Where was the professor? He thought, surely she wouldn't want to be late to their first class of the year.

"Can I sit here?" Leo looked up, Hugo Weasly stood before him; Leo remembered the boy from the sorting last night, though he couldn't actually recall meeting him in person due to the fussiness, which unfortunately blanketed the majority of the night.

Leo shrugged, "Sure." Hugo clumsily sat down.

"Nice feast wasn't it?"

"Umm," Leo bit his lip, but forced himself to nod in agreement.

"Do you remember the…?"

"Where's the teacher?" Leo cut in smoothly, Professor McGonagall was still not here and only a solitary cat stood at the teacher's desk.

Leo watched the cat curiously, for a moment it stayed there grooming its paws, before taking a long look around and hopping onto the floor below.

As it did though, a change happened; a change that took but a split second. The cat seemed to push outward in mid-air, fur replacing itself with clothes, its claws shortening into finger nails and before Leo knew it, an elderly woman was standing before him.

"Ouch!" Hugo had elbowed him in the rib cage, but as Leo looked round, the boy crinkled his face in apology.

"Sorry, didn't mean it that hard." Leo nodded in understanding. "I knew she was gonna do that see?" Hugo whispered, "She's an animagus, you know what that is right, coming from a big wizarding family and all?" Leo nodded again, wandering when he'd told Hugo about his family, "I want to be able to do that someday!" Hugo continued, before pausing for a moment, "I've always wanted to be a dog." He said, bobbing his head dumbly up and down.

"Out of all the animals in the world, you choose a dog?" Hugo looked back at Leo and they both smirked.

"Be quiet boys," They jumped, and for a second McGonagall's old eyes burrowed into them, but as the boys stared back, they soon pounced from one place to another, observing the class; old, yet still alert.

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

Leo glanced at Hugo warily and shrugged. He picked up his quill, ready to write, but as soon as he did so, it was changed into a beautiful, ornate butterfly, which rested on his fingers for a moment before flying around the class and finally out the door, leaving the eyes of eager students staring after it.

McGonagall nodded toward the direction it left in, "want to do that? Well you're going to have to listen."

They soon found out that they wouldn't be doing anything that impressive anytime soon, after making a lot of complicated notes, they were given a match and told to turn it into a needle which only Hugo, to Leo's surprise, managed receiving a small smile from the Professor as he did.

As Leo left his first ever wizarding class he was in high spirits, or he would have been if it weren't for the damn head ache that had gradually been getting worse and worse throughout the practical, until it slowly began draining the life force out of him. Leo shook his head, slipping his wand inside his bag as he did so, and as if by magic the head ache slowly ebbed away.

'Weird' he thought, but all he could do was shake off the feeling, as him and Hugo walked to their next class: - charms with the aptly named Professor Flitwick.

"Well, Mr Smith," Leo lowered his head, the head ache retreating yet again; his wand lay in pieces in front of him. Professor Flitwick, peered up at him, squinting as he adjusting the silver spectacles that settled on the bridge of his nose.

"Did you pronounce something wrong? I did tell you, be careful in your pronunciation, it is vital." He wiggled a finger at Leo, who shrugged. He didn't like the feeling of people's eyes on him.

"No sir," Hugo raised his hand, "he said everything right; heard him myself."

"Well just to be assured, Leo look at me." Leo looked down at the dwarf, who held his gaze steadily. "Now boy I want you to repeat after me wingardium leviosa!" The professor automatically moved his arms in a grand gesture as if he were really casting the spell.

Leo nodded, opening his mouth he repeated the words: "wingardium leviosa!" he couldn't help but let his eyes dart to the feather lying on the desk in front of him, but as he did gasps emitted from all around the class. On command, the feather hovered into the air, dancing in the grasp of Leo's eyes; Leo was astounded, this was him! It must be, but how?

Professor Flitwick, seemed just a bewildered as he was, the professor stood there squeaking excitably. "Well I never…" the dwarf said, voice barely audible, but just enough for Leo to hear. Leo prized his eyes away from the soft white of the feather, and looked instead at the professor.

"What is…?"

But, in that second, the bell chose it's time to ring and the moment was broken.

"Okay everybody off to break now, go on, shoo!" Flitwick's voice quivered a little, but he turned, just in time to see Leo slowly creeping out the door. "Mr Smith!" Leo stopped, nodding at Hugo to go on he turned to face the still dazed dwarf.