Hi folks.
Somewhere down the line someone suggested I put in more Harry/Charles time. So yeah, here you got it. See, I do read your reviews. I even act on them. Occasionally. So write more! ;-)
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1. September 1994, the Great Hall
It was once again the beginning of a new school year and as usual there were several announcements to make. It was McGonogalls first year as the headmistress and with the ministry pushing for the Triwizard Tournament (which she disapproved of greatly) she was under a lot of pressure. After she explained to the school that we'd be hosting the tournament, fake Moody had his dramatic entrance. Only after he had been introduced and sat down did McGonogall make the final announcement, the one which I had been waiting for.
"Since I will not be able to continue teaching while performing the duties of the headmistress", she said, "let me introduce your new transfiguration professor: Professor Raven."
Exactly 24 hours later I stood up from the head table and bowed to the applause of the student body.
"Okay", the sibilant hiss of Notch (the snake) reached my ear from where he was hidden under my cloak, "I give up. How did you do it?"
"Why", I answered in parsel too silent for anyone to hear past my privacy ward, "with magic of course."
"Don't play with me, Master!"
"Alright, but I thought it was obvious. I'm going to use the time turner each day at the same time, go back exactly 24 hours, take enough elixir of life to get rid of 24 hours of ageing, drink an ageing potion to temporally age me 30 years and teach myself at transfiguration."
"That wasn't what I meant..." Notch had travelled with me often enough to know all my different personas and how I got to be every one of them. He was actually growing rather old already. "I mean how did you get the woman to hire you? You're not exactly a transfiguration genius."
"That's just it, I don't have to be perfect. I just have to be better then the competition. I'm the best in my year, excluding Hermione. I was certainly the most qualified for the job. You see", I explained, happy to have at least one person I could gloat to, "there were around fifteen candidates for the job. I ordered five to be killed in freak accidents, blamed crimes on two others, exposed the crimes of another four and made sure the letters of application of two of them never reached McGonogall. The remaining two were rubbish and then I got a werewolf and two of my more pathetic followers to apply so that there would be a decent number of competition but none that could beat me. Oh, and I faked a graduation certificate from Durmstrang using Karkaroff, who was bullied into joining our group by Tom. Really, compared to the kinds of teachers they got for defense I'm really good."
"But how are you going to teach the upper years if you don't even know the spells yourself?"
"Oh, that's easy too. First I'll just stick to the books McGonogall had them read. Then for every spell they are to perform I'll have them read up on it and write me an essay on how to perform it. The essay I think sounds most plausible gets an A and the rest just goes down from there. If I can perform the spell after reading the summary that's fine and I'll demonstrate but even if I don't I can still go on teaching theory." I leaned back and enjoyed the view of myself up there. "It helps that McGonogall herself gave me her notes on what she used to teach. Basically I'll let the students do all the work for me."
"And... Why exactly are you doing it?"
"I thought that was obvious. I need somebody trustworthy at Hogwarts. At the end of this year Voldemort will come back and then he will discover the army at last. There won't be any reason to hold back anymore. We'll open the war against the ministry. With Dumbledore gone Voldemort will want to have me, his horcrux, at his side and Charles Potter will have to leave Hogwarts. But the whole universe centers around this place. It's the main ground for the HP series. Whenever something really important happens, it will be here. Also without the Black house it's possible that the order will use it as its base. It's just a strategically important place that I want to be at."
"But what about the HQ?", Notch argued. "Isn't that more important?"
"I purposefully made Lestat to be as old as Riddle Jr. I thought Tom would have to stay two years at Durmstrang but he only took one and so I made Lestat graduate last summer. He's now taking the Raven's place at the resort. He will have to stay there full time and is organizing the forming of a magical portal similar to the one we used to go to Azkaban to open a passage between the resort and the Chamber of Secrets. By the end of the year I want the basilisk to move out of here and join the army. He'll support the werewolves, they are trained to fight with their eyes covered by following the scents."
"So you will be living every day thrice now... and if one of you dies, you all do. You don't even have Luna to reset for you again." I had explained some of the basics to Notch but he still thought what Luna did was simply magic.
"Yes well, it will be a busy year. But once it's over we're finally going to have AU."
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Why don't you just admit that you don't want to leave Hogwarts", Notch muttered.
"Because that's not the case", I said, rolling my eyes. "However, I do freely admit that I would like to get into closer contact with our bloodsucking history teacher. Werewolves are all fine and dandy but vampires are monsters 24/7. As a student I never had much of a chance approaching him without breaking my cover but now..."
"Substitute goat on five o'clock!"
Quickly I lifted my privacy charm and made sure Notch couldn't be seen. The feast was coming to its end and Professor McGonogall was indeed coming down the hall, heading for me.
"Mr Potter", she said stiffly, "I would like you to join me in my office."
"Of course, Professor." I said formally and went to follow her. Moody joined shortly after, glaring at me suspiciously with his magical eye.
In the office the witch turned towards me.
"As I'm sure you've heard", she said after welcoming me in, "there has been a mass breakout in the wizarding prison Azkaban around two weeks ago."
"I only heard about it recently", I said with a frown, "I went out of country after what happened at the Cup but yes, I've heard of it."
"Originally it was thought that the people who attacked the World Cup were simply overconfident drunkards playing a cruel prank. But fact is that their attack took place only around five minutes before Azkaban was attacked. It wasn't a coincidence. What you witnessed at the World Cup was a strategical distraction."
"You mean... there where actual Death Eaters at work?", I asked.
"Damn right there were", Moody growled. "The question is: Who is leading them?"
Oh, I'm sure he was asking himself that question.
"The ministry believes it was the work of Sirius Black, but the breakout was too grand-scale to be organized by a single man. There are witnesses who saw him there but he had at least five other wizards with him. The group of them fought the aurors while the prisoners were escaping..." I noted that she didn't mention the dragons with a single word. Maybe she didn't know? The ministry had tried very hard not to leak anything about them.
"Excuse me, Ma'am but... why are you telling me this?"
"A war is coming, boy", Moody said, his eye spinning wildly. "You and your brother, you're going to be right in the middle of this."
"In the past headmaster Dumbledore always did his best to make sure the students were safe and could enjoy their childhood without having to worry even in the middle of a war. But I have lived through this once already and I think it is time for you to prepare. Mr Potter, I believe you are the leader of a club founded here at Hogwarts that practices duelling?"
Oh, that was where she was going.
"Technically, I'm not the leader but I'm the founder, yeah."
"I think the effort you're making is admirable and should be supported. The Slytherins have never behaved better then now since so many of them are part of that club. I'll admit that I had almost given up on them but you've brought them back on the right path. Even after all those horrible things that happened to you you're still standing strong and fighting."
I wanted to laugh hard. I wanted to bang my head against the table until I wracked my brain out. I wanted to burst into maniacal laughter and show her the wand I had stolen from ol' Dumbles corpse. But I just nodded and used my colour-changing ability to turn my cheeks pink. Old hag.
"I think this school should support you more thoroughly. That is why Professor Moody will supervise these duelling sessions from now on to further teach you and your friends how to fight."
"But Professor!"
"I know you want the duelling show at the end of the year to be a surprise for everyone. I quite enjoyed it in your second year and it's unfortunate that in light of Professor Dumbledores... disappearance we didn't get to see it again. But this year we're holding this tournament. I believe the skills of our students will be shown often enough. I want you to be as best prepared as you can possibly be – and your brother as well. I will speak to him and see that he joins you in your club, since there is not going to be any Quidditch this year."
Oh... fuck. I didn't have any real complains against Moody, I'm sure I could get him on my side. But Harry was going to be a problem.
XxX
Hermione Granger huffed and put her bag on the table.
"Alright", she called, "what's going on?"
Earlier that day some tiny second year had slipped her a note that spelled 'Outtakes meeting, 5 o'clock". No location, which meant it was to be held in the Room of Requirement. Charles had only told his 'nest mates', his inner circle, about how to get in there about a year after the start of the Outtakes. The rest still had to be let in every time. But there was no meeting here, she could see that. Charles wasn't here.
She could make out the Weasley twins, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Lisa Turpin and Daphne Greengrass but their leader was absent.
"We thought that we should.. talk about things", Malfoy started, watching her warily.
"About what?", she snapped. She never liked people talking about her behind her back and now she felt as if she was doing the same thing.
"Oh, I don't know", Zabini snorted, "how about that giant freaking breakout? Or the battle training we underwent?"
"The new Professor's called Raven", Daphne whispered. "And he looks so much like him. That can't be a coincidence."
"I heard Outtakes are now being supervised by that Ex-auror Moody", Lisa provided.
"In summary, I think it's about time we talk", Fred said.
"It's about time that we start thinking..."
"...about whose side we've taken..."
"...and if we want to remain there", George finished. "Who is it that we're supposed to fight? Who is the enemy, Hermione? Do you know it?"
She hesitated.
"You don't, do you? Because he never tells us anything. Not even you."
"We've trusted him until now", Draco said. "And he has never let us down. He's done much for us, much more then anyone else. But we're about to get serious. And I'm not sure he knows what he's doing."
"He does!", Hermione protested. "Charles is... different. You don't know him as well as I do. He has a plan. Maybe I don't know the details but whatever he comes up with, it always works out in the end. He knows what he's doing."
"Amongst those Death Eaters that were freed", Neville whispered hoarsely, "there was Bellatrix Lestrange. She's the one who t... tortured my parents u-until they... until they were..." He couldn't finish the sentence. Instead he took a deep breath. "If he has anything to do with that I... I don't know what I'll do."
Hermione felt sick. She felt sick because she didn't have an answer either.
Draco straightened his back and looked at everyone of them. "I think we should clear up a few things together."
„Like what?"
„Like who is Charles Potter? Where does he come from? Why does he know so much?"
He looked at the Weasleys first. Fred shrugged and said: „Charles is a seer. Harry told us so. He sees possible outcomes of the future or something like that."
„Yeah, that's why we always knew what he was doing was for the best."
„Wait, what? A seer? Are you serious?", Daphne asked.
„Don't tell me you didn't know that?"
„But he – I never – Draco, did you know?"
The blonde shook his head, as did Lisa and Neville.
„What did you think was his secret?", the twins wanted to know.
„Well, you see, it was on his very first day at school. He told us that he was... that he was Salazar Slytherin reborn!"
For a moment there was silence. Then the twins burst out laughing. „What, and you believed that!?"
Draco went a little pink and answered angrily: „Shut up, alright! We thought he was kidding at that time too but there were... incidents."
„What kind of incidents?", Neville wanted to know.
„Well, for example he had the Bloody Baron, the scariest ghost in the whole castle, under his thumb in a matter of hours. He's a parseltongue and he knew the castle better then some of the teachers on his very first day. He found his way into the Chamber of Secrets and returned unharmed... And that's not even mentioning his power. Maybe it's actually true after all", Zabini summarized.
George snorted. "That's the most ridiculous story I've ever heard."
"Well, but yours is more believable!?"
"Stop it!", Hermione interrupted them both. "Charles is not a seer. They don't work that way and I really don't believe he's an ancient evil wizard reborn."
"Salazar Slytheirn is not evil..."
"What do you think is it?"
"I don't know! But Charles is my friend. He's important to me. He told me not to question him and I won't!"
"I wonder how many people we could ask and how many different answers we could get", Neville muttered. "He lied to us."
"Did he?" Hermione looked him straight in the eye. "Did he really lie to us? Or did he joke about some far-fetched explanation for the inexplicable that you took as the truth because you so desperately wanted to have an answer?"
They remained silent on that.
"Don't you see it? The reason he's telling us not to question him is so he won't have to lie to us. He can't tell us, for whatever reason but he doesn't want to betray our trust by lying either. Now all we have to do is believe in him. He will show us what we are for him, not with words but with actions. For me that's good enough."
"For me to", Lisa agreed, almost too quiet to be heard. She blushed a little when Hermione took her hand and smiled gratefully.
"That's cute, girls, but undying loyalties aside", Zabini drawled, "I think we should know it when we're joining a Dark Lord."
The Weasley stiffened at that and Neville looked as if he was going to be sick.
"I think", George finally admitted, "with how he operates... with this much secrecy... whatever he has in store can't be completely legal. We knew that from the very beginning."
"So all that's left is to find our limits", Daphne provided. "Obviously, Longbottom's is Lestrange. I for one, just want to know my family safe. And with safe I mean I don't want them to have anything to do with any of this."
"My family has always been a part of everything big going on", Draco muttered and ignored the Weasley's snort. "I don't think they're in any danger. But I..." He bit his lip and avoided the other's eyes. "I don't want to... I don't want to me marked. By anyone. I don't want to be treated like a possession."
He looked at Zabini, who shrugged. "Hey, I just want to get out of this alive."
"You mean to tell us you won't risk your life for him if he needs you?"
"My place isn't on the battlefield. I'm a strategist. I'm fine making plans and stuff but... I picked his side because it was the winning one. I won't have anything from it if I'm dead."
At last it was the Weasleys turn. The twins exchanged one long look and nodded.
"Mum and Dad", the said together. "Nothing must happen to them."
"What about your brothers?"
"Ron hates Charles... we can't make him promise he won't defend himself when it comes to that."
"Percy's an asshole..."
"...but he's also a stuck up star pupil. He's in little danger to get into any sort of fight."
"Charlie and Bill can look after themselves, they're old enough and not weak either. If they chose to fight on a different side then us..."
"...then that's their choice. We still hope they stay completely out of it though, since they're living abroad."
"I think we can work with that", Hermione said with a smile. "If you want to, I can go and tell Charles about your limits. I'm sure he will understand it."
"So that's it then? We're going to war?"
"Only if he tells us to", Draco said but his eyes gleamed determined. "And if he does, we'll fight against everyone in our way."
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Amon Sibwayn was just filling himself another glass of delicious pureblood as a knock sounded at his door. With a scowl he set the glass down. "Come in", he called, wondering who it could be. He usually had classes from four to six in the afternoon, and again after supper from nine to eleven. Most of the time it was fine. His students weren't giving him any trouble and the other professors were polite enough. But nobody ever came to visit him in his office, no student and to teacher. He was accepted amongst them but nobody wanted to get too close. Moreover it was the time everybody usually was at supper and he never went to the Great Hall for it for obvious reasons.
To his surprise the visitor was the new defense professor, Raven. The tall, black haired man grinned at him mischievously before closing the door behind him.
"I'm sorry to intrude this sudden", Raven said. "I'm kind of running from Professor Sinistra and this is the only place I know nobody ever goes to. Do you mind if I keep you company until the supper is over?"
"Not at all", Sibwayn replied, trying not to show his surprise. "Please, take a seat."
Raven did so and took a look around to admire the small collection of medieval weapons, magic staffs and armor that decorated the room.
"Do you mind telling me why Professor Sinistra is chasing you?", Sibwayn asked carefully.
"Well, she accuses me of having broken her model of the solar system, but just between us, I think she has a crush on me." He grinned with boyish charm that, since he was a bit too old for it, made him look like a bit of a shady character.
"Well, you are right that this is the last place she would look at for you", Sibwayn admitted.
Raven raised an eyebrow at him. "Do I hear a hint of bitterness?"
For a moment the vampire stared. He had been certain that none of his feelings could be heard in his voice.
"Not that I would judge you for it", Raven hurried to say. "I mean, I've been teaching at the school for only two weeks but I've never once met you during the meals and the only time I saw you in the staff room were to obligatory meetings. Either you just don't like humans very much – which, unless that's animal blood in that glass, I find unlikely – or Dumbledores tolerance for other magical races does not extend to the rest of the staff."
Sibwayn was silent for a couple of minutes. He had seldom met a man who spoke his mind this openly. It was almost as if he wanted him to complain. But why would he?
"It is true", he said slowly, "that Albus Dumbledore was a noble representative of equal rights for all magical races. The other professors respect and admire his teachings but they do not put in the same... effort in building relationships."
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to open old wounds. It's just that I'm friends with a werewolf who has to suffer from difficulties to form bonds as well, and let's just say as the new one you're always a bit at a disadvantage so I thought we could get to know each other a little better."
Sibwayn relaxed a bit. "Of course, it would be my pleasure. Your friend is lucky to have you at his side. I believe the werewolves got it far worse then my kind."
"I'm glad that you think so. I heard your kind doesn't get along well with them..."
The vampire smiled wryly. "How could I ever demand tolerance for my race if I'm not willing to give it to others?"
Raven laughed heartily. "That's true! If you see it like that, I guess you all sit in the same boat."
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you come across such a friend? During your work, maybe?"
"Actually, I'm not all that specialized on transfiguration", Raven admitted. "I'm more like a... collector. I've got a nice inheritance so I could travel around a lot. I fought against creatures and encountered cursed places. More often then not, entering an old tomb or a warded ruin was too dangerous for one person. My friend was the only one who would agree to be hired – he desperately needed the money and I needed someone who could smell a nundo ten miles against the wind."
Sibwayn nodded. "Yes, werewolves are certainly good at detecting danger."
They continued to have some small talk until it was time for the vampire to prepare his next class. Raven made his way to the kitchen to get the supper he missed.
Watching him go Sibwayn felt content and relaxed. That was rare these days. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a real friend in this new colleague. He was certainly glad that the young man (compared to him) had joined the staff.
XxX
"I can't believe there won't be any Quidditch this year", Harry Potter muttered.
"Wood would've had a heart attack", Ron agreed with him.
"I suppose then it's good he graduated the year we won the cup."
Harry turned around. "Do you know where this class room is we're supposed to be in?"
"It's over here, Potter."
Harry and Ron turned around to see a seventh year Hufflepuff boy. They didn't know his name but a shiny green badge with two black swords crossed in it told them that he was the new leader of the Outtakes duelling club. The leaders were always seventh years, seldom from sixth so they changed every year.
"Cedric Diggory", the boy introduced himself. "You're late."
"We didn't find the way immediately", Harry admitted.
"It's alright. Come in, we've already started."
They stepped forward but in the last second, Diggory held out his arm and stopped Ron.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you in."
"What!? Why not?"
"We have a rule in this club. Once you're out, you're out forever. People who drop out in the middle of the training just don't have the fighting spirit we're training here."
"But that's not fair! Harry dropped out too!"
"That's right", Diggory said with a scowl. "I am not happy about this either but the headmistress himself ordered he take part in it. The club is already torn because he get's special treatment, I can't make it any worse by letting you in. I'm sorry, but those are the rules."
"Well then, change the rules! You're their leader, aren't you?"
For a moment Diggory looked really uncomfortable. "Still, I don't make the rules – not me alone. I really am sorry. If it was just me I'd let you in, but... I can't."
"If Ron doesn't get in, I'm not going either", Harry decided. He already felt terrible. Special treatment? He had never wanted that.
Ron sneered. "Don't bother, mate. I don't care about this stupid club."
"No. That's not right. I won't go."
If he had hoped this would change Diggorys mind he was mistaken. The Hufflepuff looked almost relieved as he said: "That is your decision of course."
"Harry, it's okay. You'll just tell me what you've been doing and we... can practise together or something."
"Well, if you're sure", Harry said, his shoulders hanging in disappointment.
When Ron was gone Harry entered the classroom alone. At once he caught sight of his brother, who, upon noticing him, quickly motioned for him to come closer.
"You're just in time", Charles said. "Moody just finished his opening speech."
"Did I miss something important?"
"Well no, as long as you remember his motto: constant vigilance. He said that around half a dozen times in tn minutes."
Charles flashed him a smile that Harry returned hesitantly. Sometimes he just didn't know how to act around his twin. There were times when he wouldn't acknowledge him, would ignore his very existence even when Harry called out for him or just said hello when they met in the library or during class. And then there were times like these when his brother acted like everything was alright, as if they weren't becoming more distant every day.
Harry didn't understand it. He didn't even see some kind of pattern in his behaviour. It didn't seem to matter whenever or not there were people around, which time it was or what subject they had together. Not once during their years at Hogwarts had Charles asked for his help in anything and he had stopped offering his very quickly too. It was as if he was just... enduring him when he had to. It made Harry angry but above all it made him desperate. He didn't want to loose his brother. That was why he smiled back and why he too pretended everything was alright.
"This Hufflepuff wouldn't let Ron in", Harry complained quietly. "Said he wasn't allowed since he already dropped it once. He only let me in because I'm Harry Potter. That's not fair."
Charles nodded absentmindedly, his mind focused on the demonstration Moody gave up at the front.
"Can't you... Well, can't you do something about that?"
"What?"
"I mean, about Ron joining in the training."
Charles looked at him incredulously. "Seriously? Harry, I'm not sure if you've noticed but your friend hates my guts. If I' d want him to learn how to wield his wand I'd be suicidal."
Harry looked away. "He doesn't really blame you for... you know. He's just angry because you're so populate and nobody ever listens to him, not even his brothers."
"If that were the case he'd hate you too."
The conversation was growing more and more uncomfortable. "I'm not like you. I'm just... I'm just a normal guy. People have realized that pretty quickly. How could they not when they have you as a comparison?"
Charles laughed at that. "Oh, people will wonder yet", he said cryptically.
Soon they were paired up to train duelling. Harry watched with wide eyes as Charles paired up his friends and everyone did as he was told without hesitation. Then his brother turned towards him and he couldn't help but be happy that he chose to train with him.
"Alright Harry", he said, drawing his wand. "Have you worked on your performance at all? Do you know at least some curses or hexes?"
"I do", he said more confidently then he felt. "Let's start."
"Are you sure? Maybe we should just-"
"No, I want to see for myself what all your training did for you."
"Okay. Then let's begin." He bowed lightly and Harry returned the gesture.
"One. Two. Three."
Harry found himself on the ground.
"Huh?"
Charles chuckled and helped him up. "Too fast for you?"
"What was that?", he asked, rubbing the back of his head. He didn't even remember falling.
"That was a stunning spell. One of the very basics."
"But... I never saw it coming!"
"I fired when you blinked."
"You didn't say any incantation!"
"It's called silent casting. Awfully useful for sneak attacks but also to confuse the enemy."
Harry growled. "Let's do it again!"
"Alright..."
This time Harry did caught the flash of yellow. He tried to doge it but somehow found himself upside down the next moment. Only that he wasn't. He had the feeling that he was falling into the sky with the ground above him not able to pull him down – or up – anymore.
Charles flickered his wand and the world returned to normal.
His brother sighed. "Harry, you're a good seeker and thus have good reflexes but that's not always enough to dodge a spell. Athena's net is a widespread spell that you won't be able to escape by bolting to the side. You need to block it. Please tell me you at least know the Protego."
"Uh..."
Charles rolled his eyes. "How in hell did you survive at Hogwarts with nothing but a flimsy Expelliarmus?"
"Just shut up already and tell me what you're talking about."
Charles looked at him pityingly (Harry wanted to punch him) but then followed his request. He explained to Harry what the incantation and wand movement for the protego charm was and corrected his form until he was satisfied.
Harry had been angry about the way his twin had treated him before but he had to admit he was a good teacher. He got the spell right after only the third try and continued to get the hang of it when Charles started firing spells at it, slowly becoming more and more powerful. While he did that he gave him a lecture about what kind of spells would still penetrate his shield and how its greatest weakness was that it was immobile and thus made the caster unable to dodge without dispelling the shield. He told him about alternative shield charms too.
"You're fit enough so dodging might still be your best shot", he explained at last. "You only need to worry about shield charms when attacked with a widespread curse like the one I used before or when you're facing multiple enemies. Of course if your opponents have any brains whatsoever they'll attack you with both magical and physical means. Since you can't hold a physical and a magical shield at once, you'll be at your end pretty quickly if you're alone. But when have your enemies ever had any brains, huh?"
When the session was finally over Harry was all sweaty but happy with his progress.
"That was actually quite fun", he said grinning.
"Huh?" Charles looked at him strangely.
"Yes... I suppose so", he said finally. But he couldn't fool Harry. He had seen the excitement in his eyes when they duelled, yet his muscles were relaxed, his movements fluid. Charles was always very busy and Harry felt content that he could help him to feel relaxed.
"That's it for today", Moody announced. "You all worked hard. You should drink something cold and go to bed early, I have classes with some of you tomorrow!"
Everywhere on the benches that had been shoved to the side of the room cold drinks with pumpkin juice appeared. Only now did Harry realize how thirsty he was. The air too felt drier then usual. Together with everyone else he went to grab a drink and one for Charles too when he seemed to be lost in thought.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you", his brother said when Harry came back with the juice.
"What?"
"I mean, I wouldn't take a drink offered to me by a guy who is so paranoid he only ever drinks from his own flask", Charles elaborated.
As if on cue everywhere around them the students suddenly started floating. Boys cried out, girls were screeched as they lost the ground under their feet and slowly rose up to the ceiling.
Moody let out a mad cackle. Then his magical eye stopped on the twins.
"It seems the Potters are the only ones without homework this week", he said clearly amused. "The rest of you still has to learn the most important lesson: CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"
Several students tried to get down or cast spells like finite incantatem but nothing worked. Moody cackled again and left the room and the floating students were on their own.
Harry turned to his twin and whispered: "Is he mad?"
Charles smirked that damnable smirk that meant he knew more then Harry. "Absolutely."