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Hogwarts Secret Scandal 16

Flight to Durmstrang

Serena was doing Potions homework in the common room a couple days after having detention with Professor Shields. While she was doing that, Hermione was writing a letter.

"You're not writing to Krum again, are you?" Ron demanded.

"Not exactly," Hermione said.

"'Not exactly,'" Ron echoed. "Who then, his brother?"

"Yeah," Hermione said.

"Brother? Krum has a brother?" Ron said in shock.

Serena grinned as she dipped her quill into her ink bottom. "Relax, Ron. Don't get all Krummy…"

Ron flashed her a deadly look which Serena just ignored.

"Why are you writing to Krum's brother?" Ron asked. "One Krum not enough for you?"

"Oh, please," Hermione said, "honestly. Professor Dumbledore said for us to become pen pals with other students. I saw Vasil's name and I thought I'd write to him. Viktor told me how good a student he is."

"Pen pals?" Serena mumbled, putting her hand to her head. "Oh, I totally forgot to pick a pen pal! Do you think they're all taken?"

"I don't think it matters how many pen pals you have, Serena," Harry said with a shrug. "I haven't picked one yet."

"I'm going down to get one before I forget," Serena said as she got to her feet. "Want to come with me, Harry?"

"Sure," he said, "I could use a break from homework."

"A break?" Hermione twitched her nose. "You were reading Flying with the Cannons! Harry, you should at least put a little effort in!"

"I'll get back to it later," Harry insisted, "you coming, Ron?"

"I've already got a pen pal," Ron said with a slight grin. "Aimee Arroser from Beaxbatons—I think I'll go write her now since we're on that subject…"

Ron pushed his books aside and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment. Harry and Serena stepped out of the common room.

Harry and Serena read over his list of students at a nearby bulletin board in the corridors. "You want a pen pal from Durmstrang or Beaxbatons, Harry?" Serena inquired.

"Not sure," said Harry, "how about you?"

Serena shrugged, running her finger down the list. "Maybe I'll have one from both schools. Hey, here's Ron's pen pal Ami. She's a 7th year too, and she's one of the best students in Beaxbatons! I'm definitely writing to her. She can help me with my homework!"

Serena scribbled down Ami's name, looked over the list of Beaxbatons students a few times then looked at the list of Durmstrang students. "Hmm, Martina Oleg is the daughter of the Headmaster. Wow, can you imagine going to a school where your grandfather is the Headmaster? That will be so weird."

"Yeah, it probably would," Harry said.

"But I bet you she knows more about Durmstrang than anybody," said Serena as she scribbled down Martina's name to her list of pen pals. "Lavra Molniya…she sounds like a nice girl. I'll write to her too." She turned to Harry. "Picked one yet?"

"Yeah, I think I'll write to this guy," Harry said, pointing to Grégoire name.

"I wonder when I'm going to get the time to write to these girls," Serena said, looking at her list and putting it in her pocket. "With homework and writing to my friends back home."

"I know," Harry said as they walked back to the common room. "But one thing is for sure. This has been the most exciting year yet."

Serena wrote to her new pen pals whenever she got the chance. She told them all about herself though she knew nothing about them. It was strange. She felt as though she could tell them anything. She had a strong feeling that she had to meet the girls soon. She couldn't wait until the Winter Wizard Olympics so she could see them in person. Somehow she knew they would make great friends.

Following the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, the school began tryouts for the winter Wizard Olympics. Serena decided to try out for the relay race and the figure skating. She practiced with every spare moment she had. Ice skating was hard for her and it angered her how she kept falling and losing her balance. In the back of her mind she felt as if this should come easy to her—that she be a natural. Yet she kept losing her balance. She put this out of her mind decided to focus on the relay race. If she could throw the Quaffle, a race should be a piece of cake.

Many people tried out for a part in the relay race, mainly those in Quidditch. Dumbledore had them separate into houses and the batons were in the colors of their respected houses. The race had ice Bludgers that flew around along with pillars and walls of snow that would come out of the ground. The flyers had permission to hit the Bludgers out of their ways but they were not to hit the Bludgers in the direction of the other flyers.

When Ginny handed Serena the baton and she started flying, someone forgot that this was a relay race and thought it was an ordinary Quidditch game. An ice Bludger came flying toward Crabbe and Crabbe smacked the bludger really hard with the baton. The ice hit Serena square in the back.

"Aaah!" Serena screamed.

"Oh no!" Ginny and the other players called out.

"Serena!"

The wind was knocked out of Serena. She slipped off her broom and fell—right on top of Professor Snape. As the players crowded around Serena, Darien freaked out and a furious Madame McCloud stormed over to Crabbe.

"CRABBE! DID YOU NOT LISTEN TO ME!" she snarled, raising her hand and Crabbe was pulled down to the ground as if she did a summoning charm. "You were not to hit the ice Bludgers at other players. This is a relay race, not a Quidditch match! You are therefore banned from participating in the tournament!"

"Wait, you can't do that," intervened Draco, "you're not Head of Slytherin! You're just the Quidditch Referee!"

"I am the one choosing the candidates for this event," Madame McCloud said pompously. "Do not tell me what I can and cannot do Draco or you won't play in the tournament either!"

"But professor Snape--," Draco began.

"It looks like Snape doesn't have a say in it," Madam McCloud said, jerking her head to the flattened Potion's professor underneath Serena. She grabbed Crabbe by the neck of the robes and pulled him off the Quidditch field. "Detention, Crabbe!"

Serena rolled off Professor Snape. "I'm so sorry, Professor! Really! I didn't mean to. I was hit with an ice Bludger! Oh, are you all right?"

"It looks to me like you're falling for him, Serena," Ron joked.

"Shut up, Ron!" Serena snapped and she looked back at Professor Snape. "I am so, so sorry! Do you need help?"

"Not from you," Professor Snape groaned.

Professor Shields hurried down to Serena, looking extremely anxious. "Serena—I mean—Miss White! Miss White! Are you hurt?"

"Besides having a big bruise on my back," Serena grunted, "I'm okay…Professor Snape softened my fall."

"You need to go to the hospital wing," he said urgently, helping to her feet.

"But the relay race!" Serena persisted. "I really wanted to try out!"

"I don't think the relay race is for you, Ser—Miss White," Professor Shields told her. "It's too dangerous. Tryout for the figure skating, I think it will suit your better."

"Hey, you saying I'm a bad flyer?" Serena demanded as he started pulling her away from the field.

"Of course not," Professor Shields said, slightly irritated. "Geez—I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all. It's only the tryouts and already you've been hit with an ice Bludger. You might turn black and blue in this relay if you play at Durmstrang—and not just from getting hit from the Bludgers but you might catch frostbite too!"

Serena groaned. "But I want to be in the Olympics!"

"There are other events, Miss White," Professor Shields told her. "Skiing, Ice Melting, Ice Sculpting, Figure Skating…"

"You said Figure Skating already," Serena muttered.

"Well, I think you'd do well in it," Professor Shields said. "You have the build of an ice skater."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Serena demanded. "You think I don't have the build for anything else? Are you saying I'm fat?"

"No!" Professor Shields exclaimed, releasing her arm and putting his hand to his head. "Listen, if I thought you were fat, would I say that you'd be a good ice skater?"

Serena pushed her lips together and forced her head away. "Oh, whatever. I don't want to be in the ice skating event anyway."

"Why not?" Professor inquired as he put his arm back around her and led her up the steps. Serena felt a really weird sensation in her stomach, like butterflies.

"Because I've already tried, all right?" Serena said. "I keep losing my balance and falling down. I'm too much of a klutz."

"Maybe you just need more practice," Professor Shields said, pushing open the large oak door. "And a teacher. I can help you."

"No, Professor," Serena muttered, pink patches in her cheeks, "you don't need to."

"You want to be in the Olympics, don't' you?" he asked her.

"Well, yeah but--,"

"Then you've got to keep trying," Professor Shields, smiling with what looked to be encouragement. "You can't give up. Trust me; you've got the potential of an ice skater. You just need some practice and someone to show you the ropes."

"And you think you can show me how?" Serena demanded.

"Of course I can," Professor Shields said, "I know how to ice skate. I've been doing it for years."

"Really?" Serena asked, unaware of the hint of interest in her voice.

"Really," said Professor Shields. "There was a pond close by my home growing up. I went over there all the time."

"Wow, that's, well, cool," Serena said awkwardly.

"Perhaps you'd do better on the ice with a partner," said Professor Shields once they got to the fourth floor.

"A partner?"

"Yes," said Professor Shields, "that way you have someone to support you while you skate."

"Um, Professor, I don't think that'd be a good idea," Serena frowned, "I mean, teachers can't compete in the Olympics, can they?"

"No, Serena, I didn't say we'd go together," Darien said closing his eyes, though it looked like he wished it could be that way. "I only meant that you should ask one of the male students to be your partner in this event, like Potter perhaps."

"I don't know if Harry can skate," Serena said doubtfully.

"Then I'll teach him too," Professor Shields told her. "I'll be your coach."

"You will?" Serena said, not knowing whether to be shocked or flattered. "Really?"

"Really," Darien said, smiling slightly. Serena smiled back.

"Thank you, Professor," Serena said, leaning against him a bit too much. She gasped and stepped back away. She cleared her throat, as did Darien. "Er, I mean, well, all right."

They didn't say another word until they reached the Hospital Wing. Professor shields explained Serena's ailment. Madame Pomfrey was shocked.

"Ice Bludgers?" she exclaimed. "How does Dumbledore expect any of our students to come back alive?"

"I'll go talk to him and see if we can change the relay race some," said Darien, heading to the door. "Feel better, Serena."

"Y-yes, thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore was able to soften the relay race to Darien's request as well as many others. The ice Bludgers were to be replaced powdery snow balls that would burst into powder when the players hit them with their batons. The pillars of snow and ice would not move on their own but remained still and the players would just have to weave around them. However, there was nothing Dumbledore could do with the weather in Durmstrang. It was going to be much colder there than it was at Hogwarts. For all he knew, they could be playing the relay in the middle of a blizzard.

Madame McCloud found the seven players for the relay: Jimmy Peakes, Demelza Robins, Mina Lovegood, Leon Bradley, a Ravenclaw beater; Dan Summerby of Hufflepuff, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. There was no surprise that the majority of the players were Gryffindors as they had flown the best. Draco and Harry were absolutely infuriated that they were both picked to eon the relay. When they began arguing, Mina (and everyone else) remembered that they were to hug after every time they had a fight. Madame McCloud went a step further and had them walked around the Quidditch pitch holding hands three times. After which she warned them that they'd have to hold hands for one whole day if she caught them fighting again. Harry nearly threw up at the thought of holding hands with Draco to all of his lessons.

"You're both on the relay team," Madame McCloud told them, "so you had better act like one!"

"Yes, ma'am," the boys mumbled in unison.

Serena was released later that evening and after eating dinner, she went straight up to the Gryffindor tower. There she heard the news of those that were going to be in the relay and wasn't too surprised.

"Mina's in the relay?" Serena echoed. "Great! I knew she could do it!"

"Yeah, and Malfoy," Harry said tiredly. "We got in a real fight big fight over it and Madame McCloud made us hold hands. I can't believe I'm going to have to be on the same team as Malfoy! It'll be a nightmare!"

"Oh, that's awful, Harry," Serena groaned and then thought for a moment. Perhaps it was good that she wasn't picked on the team. She wouldn't want to be on the same team as Malfoy any more than Harry would. Then she remembered about what Professor Shields had told her.

"Oh, Harry," Serena said, "I'm going to enroll in the ice skating but I can't skate very well on my own. You think you can partner with me?"

"Ice skate?" Harry mumbled. "I can't ice skate."

"I spoke to Professor Shields and he'll be willing to teach us," Serena stated.

"Lessons from Professor Shields?" Harry inquired. "How do I know he won't make it like detention?"

"Oh I don't think that—wait a minute—what if he does make it like detention?" Serena brought her hand to her mouth and thought really hard. "He may make us have to write our lines in the ice with our skates or something."

"Oh, I think you both should go for it," Parvarti said from the table. "I'm entering the solo ice skating event. It sounds like fun!"

"You can skate?" Serena inquired.

"Yeah, a little," Parvarti answered.

"Why don't you teach us, then?" Serena asked.

Parvarti chuckled. "I don't know enough to teach you, Serena. Besides, it'll be different skating with a partner. I've never done that before. If Professor Shields is willing to teach you then you should go for it. He might be pretty good."

"Tryouts for the ice skating event is in a week," Serena said thoughtfully, "and Professor Sheilds said he's been skating for years. Oh Harry, why not give it a try? Please?"

Serena folded her hands over Harry's. Harry looked at her big deep blue eyes and groaned.

"Ice skating, well, okay," he said, "I'll give it a go, for you."

Serena laughed and embraced Harry. "Oh, thank you, Harry!"

The following day after dinner Professor Shields gave Harry and Serena their first lessons. Professor Shields was right about suggesting Serena skating with a partner. She was absolutely pathetic when she was skating on her own. For the most part Professor shields had to get on the ice with her and keep her steady. When they skated together, not only could Serena remain stable but she could do all sorts of moves. Harry watched from the side of the lake in awe. Perhaps Professor Shields really was a good ice skating coach.

"All right, Potter," said Professor Shields, "now you try."

However, Harry really wasn't that good in the ice anymore than Serena. Professor Shields had them skate while holding hands and he pulled them along by holding Serena's hand. Serena tightened her hand around Harry's. It felt so weird to be holding hands with Harry and Professor Shields at the same time. Somehow, this felt a little familiar, like something in a dream. She looked over at Harry and for a moment it looked like he was wearing the same costume he wore at the Masquerade Ball. She looked over at Professor Shields and he was dressed in a white Arabic garb.

"What the?" Serena mumbled, twisting her feet to stop.

"Serena?" Harry and Professor Shields asked at the same time.

"Why'd you stop?" Harry inquired.

Serena blinked and shook her head. "Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see if I could stop and I did. Wow, it looks like I'm getting the hang of this!" she giggled nervously. "let's keep going."

"All right," Professor Shields, "let's skate around in a circle for a while until you get used to the ice. Then you and Harry can skate together."

Harry and Serena nodded and they went on with the skating lesson. By the time the lesson was over Serena and Harry had made an improvement.

"Same time tomorrow," Professor Shields said, "and on Saturday I want you here all day."

"All day?" Serena gasped.

"You want to be in this event or don't you?" he asked challengingly.

"All right, fine, we'll come!"

"Come on, Harry," Serena taking him by the arm, "let's get up to Gryffindor tower. I'm freezing my butt off!"

Next to the warm, roaring fire in the common room, Serena wrote letters to all of her pen pals. She asked Ami for tips on her homework and told her how much she loved transfiguration. In her letter to Martina she asked how big Durmstrang was and how much trouble they were going through to get their school ready. Noting that Martina was the best divination student in Durmstrang, she told her about the symbols she saw while cloud scrying and asked what she thought about them. In Lavra's letter she told her that she planned on skating in the Winter Wizard Olympics. Within each letter she included a picture of herself.

"It's funny," Serena said as she folded each one and went down to the Owlery. "I haven't met these girls yet and I feel like I know them."

Serena searched the Owlery for the three largest owls she could find and tied the letters to their legs'.

"Now be careful," she told the owls. "I don't won't you to get stuck in a blizzard or anything."

The owls hooted and took off into the night. Serena walked over to an empty window and propped her elbows up.

"I can't wait to meet these girls," she said. "I know that from the moment we meet, we'll become good friends."

"Hey, I got a letter from that girl in Hogwarts again," Martina told Lavra as the morning mail arrived in Durmstrang. "Serena White."

"Me too," Lavra said, going through her mail. "Oh, I've got some more. One fro Mina Lovegood, some guy named Draco Malfoy."

"Malfoy…Malfoy…isn't he one of the Death Eaters?"

"I don't' think a Death Eater is writing me, Martina," Lavra grinned as she opened her letter. "It's his father's that's in Azkaban. Draco is just praising our wands. I didn't realize that my family was that popular." Lavra looked Draco's letter over and gasped.

"What, did his father break out of prison?" Martina inquired, trying to sneak a peek at the letter. Lavra pulled the letter from her eyes and pushed it against her chest. "What is it?"

"I can't tell you," said Lavra.

"Oh, of course you can," Martina insisted, "what'd he say?"

"You'll laugh."

"No I won't."

"Oh, al right," Lavra said, "he said he can't wait to meet me so I could guess how his wand was made!"

"That's it?" Martina inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I happen to think its romantic," Lavra said, "He said he always wanted to come to Durmstrang."

"Well, of course he would," Martina said, "Durmstrang used to teach the Dark Arts and this guy grew up with them."

"Oh, loo, here's a picture of him!" Lavra picked up a picture of a pompous looking Draco Malfoy. "He has such gorgeous eyes, don't you think?"

"Yeah, he's got white hair too," Martina said lazily. "I guess that's from shock when his father went to prison."

"No, it looks natural to me," Lavra said, studying the picture.

Martina looked over her letter from Serena. "Hey, this is weird."

"What is?"

"This girl is studying cloud scrying in her Divination class," Martina replied, "and she keeps seeing the same clouds. They're shaped like the symbols of the planets."

"The same ones, over and over?" Lavra asked. "Isn't that a little odd?"

"Yes," said Raye with a nod. "She says her teacher is a centaur and she has class in a bewitched room that is supposed to look like a forest. She thinks the room is doing it on its own but her teacher states otherwise."

"Wow, imagine having a centaur as a teacher," Lavra said, "aren't they like, masters at Divination or something?"

"Yeah, they do things differently," Martina confirmed, "but th4e strange ting about this is, I've been seeing the same clouds."

"Whoa, hold it," Lavra muttered, turning to Martina. "You're seeing these same symbols? But you're learning about cloud scrying in deviation. How can you be seeing the same symbols?"

"Cloud Scrying is best to take during the spring," Martina explained, "I learned it last year. Right now we're learning about flame scrying. But I've noticed, as we've been working on that paddock for Beaxbatons horses, the clouds…look like the symbols of the planets."

"So, what do you think it means?" Lavra asked.

"I don't know," Martina said, "usually the clouds tell us what is to come by offering visions. I wouldn't know what they mean unless the girl tells me what visions she has."

"Have you been having visions after seeing these clouds?" Lavra inquired.

Martina scratched her head. "I…I have, yes. But it's strange. I just see things like fire, and lightning and water….and I see girls but I don't know who they are."

"And this is why I don't take divination," Lavra said with a small smirk. "It makes me more confused about the future than I already was!"

"Divination isn't useless!" Martina said in shock.

"I didn't say it was," Lavra said, finishing her breakfast and standing up. "I'm just saying it makes me confused. And anyway, I know I'm just going to stay with my family business so I don't have to worry about what the future brings!"

Lavra waved at her friend and left the dining hall. Martina turned back to Serena's letter. 'I wonder if Serena's having the same visions as I am,' she thought. She looked at the picture of Serena with the letter.

"Strange…why does she look so familiar?" Martina wondered out loud. "I feel like I met her before."

With more practice, Serena and Harry improved. Serena thought not only would she get to participate in Durmstrang, but she was certain that she would be able to win. The problem was, she didn't have a costume or a song picked out for her routine. Her mind went back to Reenie Gray's sketchbook. Serena did like the Moon princess costume but Serena wouldn't want to try skating in a fancy gown. There were other costumes in the book. A costume like Mina's stood out, but it was different colors. What was the costume called? Sailor Moon or something?

Serena scratched her head as wrote down possible ideas. Maybe if Serena asked the girl to look at iher sketch book she could find something. While she was in deep thought, there was a tap at her window.

"Huh?"

Serena looked at the window to see an owl outside the window. There was a large parcel attached to its legs.

"Oh, you poor thing!" Serena gasped, rushing to the window to let the animal in.

It fluttered inside and plopped on her bed. Serena took the parcel off its legs.

"There, is that better?" she asked it.

The owl hooted in reply. Serena scratched its head and gave it a few crackers to munch on. Serena looked at the parcel.

"Hey, it's for me," she said and she ripped into it. Inside she found a record from the Shooting Stars. The note attached to it read:

Serena

I promised you a song and here it is. Actually, I wrote you ten but who's counting? You can listen to them while you do your homework. Maybe we'll get to dance to them if we see each other again.

Hope all is well,

Steven

"Oh, I forgot," said Serena, glancing back at the record. "Steven was going to write me a song…"

Serena stood up and looked around for a record player. She didn't have one. Did any of her roommates own one? She felt weird about going through their stuff.

"Hi, Serena," Parvarti and Lavender said as they entered.

"Hi guys," Serena said, "hey, you wouldn't happen to own a record player, do you?"

"No, sorry," Lavender said with a shake of her head. Parvarti had the same response.

"Bummer," Serena moaned, "Steven Star just sent me this record…"

"Steven Star sent you that?" Parvarti exclaimed, pointing at it.

"Yeah," Serena replied, "he said at the dance he'd write a song for me. And he wrote ten."

"Ten songs?" Lavender gasped.

"Yup," Serena said, rubbing her head. "Song writers, huh? Oh well, I guess I can wait until next Hogsmeade Weekend…"

"Oh no you don't!" Lavender said, grabbing Serena's arm. "You don't have to wait until Hogsmead Weekend!"

"There's a record player here at Hogwarts?" Serena asked.

"There can be," Lavender replied with a sly smile. She looked at Parvarti. "Remember where we had the DA meetings?"

"Oh, yeah!" Parvarti said with an equally sly smile as she took Serena's other arm. "The Room of Requirement can have anything we want. All you have to do is walk by it three times and think about what you want and the door appears!"

"It can be anything?" Serena asked, intrigued.

"Yeah, anything!" Parvarti said, "come on, Serena, we'll show you were it is."

Parvarti and Lavender took Serena to the seventh floor Serena looked at the tapestry of some trolls clubbing Barnabus the Barmy.

"I've never liked trolls," she said, shaking her head at it and squirming each time Barnabus got smacked.

"Barnabus was crazy to think trolls could dance," Lavender snickered.

"Over here, Serena," Parvarti said, waving her over. "We've got to walk over this wall three times and think about what we need."

"Got it," said Serena with a nod. She and her friends walked back and forth, concentrating hard.

I need a place where I can listen to Steven's record. I need a place where I can listen to Steven's record. I need a place where I can listen to Steven's record.

A polished door appeared in the wall, the entrance to the Room of Requirement. Parvarti put her hand on the brass handle and pulled it open.

"Wow," Serena breathed as she walked in behind Lavender and Parvarti. "Is this really what we were all thinking about?"

It looked like they had walked in a DJ's garage. On the far wall was a table with a stereo and turntables with earphones, microphones and a screen for karaoke. Next to the table was a box of records and tapes. There were two huge speakers standing by the table with smaller speakers all around the room. Attached to the ceiling was a disco ball and different colored lights. The floor was practically open except for some foldout chairs at the wall behind them.

"C'mon, Serena," Parvarti said, pointing at the record in her hand. "Play Steven's record!"

"Oh, right!" Serena giggled and she walked up to the DJ table. "Hmm…let's see…"

She turned on the record player and put the record on. The karaoke screen came on. Parvarti and Lavender squealed.

"Cool, we can sing along!" Parvarti said, pointing at the screen.

The three girls grabbed a microphone and began singing along with the songs. They laughed and commented on how great the songs were. Not all songs were just of Steven singing. A few were solos of his brothers. Serena's favorite song was By the Moonlight, the first song they started singing. As she was singing along, she saw herself dancing under a full moon with a man all in white. After nearly two hours of singing along with the songs, dancing along to them and sitting down just to enjoy the music, Parvarti gave Serena an idea.

"Hey, Serena, you and Harry should skate to one of these songs for the Olympics!"

Serena sat up. "Hey, you're right! I'll pick 'By the Moonlight', it's my favorite."

"That is a pretty one!" Parvarti said. "Is it all right if use a song too?"

"Of course it is," Serena replied.

"I think I'll use the song Nathan sings," Parvarti said, looking at the list of the songs. "Yeah, 'Star Sensitive Inferno.' That'll be fun to skate to."

"You want to pick a song too, Lavender?" Serena asked. "It's not too late to tryout for singles ice skating, you know."

"I've only skated once," Lavender mumbled, "when I was a little kid. I don't think I can…"

"Sure, just believe in yourself!" Serena insisted. "I've never skated before but once I put my mind to it I was able to do it."

"You mean when Professor Shields started giving you lessons," Parvarti teased.

Serena sweat dropped. "Er yeah, that too…"

"Must be nice having him teach you one on one huh?"

"What do you mean one on one?" Serena demanded. "He's teaching Harry too."

"But I bet he wishes he can skate with you for the Olympics," Parvarti went on, "admit it, you kinda want him to come too."

"Are you nuts?" Serena gasped, falling out of her chair. "Professor Shields is a teacher for goodness sakes. You know how many times I had to do detention for him for the stupidest things?"

"Yeah, must be nice," Lavender pointed out, "whatever you're doing for him must be better than what Professor Snape or somebody else would give you."

"He made me do a handstand on his desk and recite my lines out loud last time I had detention!" Serena cried, waving her arms. "I'd rather be out picking fluxweed at the full moon again, or pickling rats' brains or something. At least that's useful! The blood went down to my head…"

Lavender and Parvarti giggled and began chanting, "Rena likes Professor Shields! Rena likes Professor Shields!"

"I do not!" Serena shouted. "Come on, cut it out!"

However the two girls continued, this time grabbing their microphones and repeating the words: "Rena likes Professor Shields!"

"And don't call me Rena either!"

After a minute of teasing Serena, Parvarti lowered her microphone. "Hey, it's all right, Serena. It doesn't matter if he's a teacher. Look at me, I'm head over heels Firenze and he's not even human! Well, the half of him that counts is human."

Lavender paused from teasing Serena and looked at Parvarti, confused. "The part that counts is human? What'd you mean by that? What about the other half?"

"What're you talking about?" Parvarti asked, also slightly confused. "Lavender, if it was switched and he was a man with a horse's head he'd look ridiculous!"

"Yeah, true…"

"And he's got a very gorgeous face! Why should I care what the other half of him is? And he is sooo nice!"

Serena ignored the half man half horse talk and waved her hand.

"But I don't like Professor Shields," Serena insisted, red in the face. "I don't I don't I don't! How'd we get into this anyway? We were talking about skating!"

"Hmm, well, if you really don't like Professor Shields," Lavender said, "I guess I'll consider taking lessons from him."

"Hey!" Serena shouted, a little bit jealous as well as surprised.

"It's like you said, Serena," Lavender told her, winking "I should just believe in myself." Lavender looked at the back of the record sleeve to pick out a song. "And I think I'll pick this song that Tyler sings: 'Make me a Star.'"

"Well now that we've picked out songs," Serena stated, "what about our outfits?"

"Oh yeah, good point," said Parvarti, rubbing her head. "This will be the hard part. We might need to order something from Gladrags or Madame Malkins."

"Or transfigure out something to wear from our school uniforms," Serena added.

"Well not all of us are transfiguration experts," Lavender muttered.

"Hey, since all our songs have a stars and moon theme," Parvarti said, "we can make our outfits kind of like that. I'm thinking of making mine midnight blue with stars on it."

"Let's go write to Gladrags," Lavender said, "the faster, the better."

"Okay."

The second they walked out of the Room of Requirement, Serena stopped and looked behind her. "hey guys, we don't have to write to Gladrags!"

"We don't?"

"Aren't you forgetting what room this is?" Serena asked, grinning.

The three girls looked at each other, walked past the wall three times thinking: We need ice skating outfits. We need ice skating outfits. We need ice skating outfits.

When they stepped inside once again, the DJ equipment was replaced with ice skates and ice skating outfits of all colors and designs.

"I love this room!" Serena exclaimed, running to the racks to check out the ice skating outfits.

Serena and Harry were picked as one of the two couples to represent Hogwarts in the ice skating competition. Lavender and Parvarti were both picked for the single girls' competition. Hermione was picked for the ice melting and the ice sculpture contest and also for the skiing race. Hermione was a good skier, but just as she said to everyone, it wasn't her thing. Nevertheless, because so few tried out for skiing, she was picked to represent Hogwarts. Ron somehow found himself as the goalie for the ice hockey. He kept complaining how the muggle sports just didn't have enough balls. "Can't they at least give me another net to guard? As Keeper I had to protect three hoops and they were all different sizes!"

Dean Thomas was happy to land the forward position in hockey. Unlike Ron, he was excited to play in the hockey tournament. There was a slight difference from the ice hockey he normally played. When the puck was hit with a stick it screamed, hooted and sometimes yelled, "weee!" depending on how hard it was hit. When the puck was stolen it spat raspberries to the opposing team. When it was hit into the goal net it yelled, "home at last!" When so many sticks were trying to get the puck, it shouted, "one at a time, one at a time" or "ouch! Watch where you stick that thing!"

Dumbledore thought this would add a bit of humor and it did. Sometimes however it got on the players' nerves when it talked back to them.

The end of first term was approaching. Many were excited, some nervous. Some were too sure of themselves. Parvarti however was upset, not because she thought she would do badly in the Olympics but because…

"Last Divination lesson with Firenze!" she sobbed as she, Serena and Lavender walked to classroom eleven. "And then it's back with Professor Trelawney!"

"But I thought you liked Professor Trelawney," Serena said.

"She does," Lavender answered for Parvarti as she patted her shoulder. "Divination is still our favorite subject and Professor Trelawney is a great teacher. But Parvarti was really excited when he became our new teacher, because he's so handsome. She's had a thing for him ever since."

"It's all right, Parvarti," Serena said, "it's not like he's leaving the school. You can still come and visit him I'm sure."

"I know," Parvarti said tearfully, "but it's not the same!"

Serena smiled. "Hey, maybe I can see if I can transfigure you into a centaur so you can be with Firenze."

Parvarti stopped crying at once and took Serena's hands in hers. "Oh, will you, Serena? You're such a good friend! Thank you!"

"Er, yeah, you're welcome!"

"Become a centaur?" Lavender inquired. "Is that possible?"

"Well, there are animagi, right?" Parvarti asked. "We're studying it in Transfiguration right now and when it is time to take our NEWT's we can try transfiguring ourselves to the animal we want to be. I can just transfigure half of my body to a horse."

"Just make sure it's the right half or you'll have yourself a problem," Lavender said, "remember when Viktor Krum only used incomplete transfiguration on himself? He just had a sharks head...imagine walking around having a horse's head…"

"Yeah, that'll be pretty weird," Serena agreed, "but if we work on it hard enough you should get it right. Learn every single detail you can about horses and maybe you can try asking Firenze where centaurs came to be. Maybe they really used to be people and they used incomplete transfiguration on themselves."

"Yeah, maybe," Parvarti said, "come on, class is about to start."

They entered the forestry classroom and had their last lesson with Firenze. After finishing cloud scrying, they went to water scrying. The students threw rocks into pools of water and studied the ripples. When Serena threw her rocks into the water the ripples took form of girls in strange outfits, much like the girls Serena saw in her dreams. The water reminded her of these girls somehow, especially, two girls in particular. The funny thing was that she didn't know who they were. She just got the vision of a blue haired girl surrounded by bubbles and another with aqua colored hair surrounded by water. Serena bent down and touched the water. All of this was really strange. The words the wind whispered to her. Her dreams. The shapes of the clouds. The ripples in the water. What did they all mean?

She received word from Martina Oleg abut what she saw in the clouds. Martina told her she wasn't sure what it all meant until she knew about Serena's visions. Serena ordered if she should tell her. She was on her way to Durmstrang in two days. Maybe they can talk about it then.

As transportation to Durmstrang, Hogwarts used flying double Decker busses, much like The Knight Bus. The busses were equipped with disillusion boosters so to the Muggle eye they were only things like planes or helicopters. As the competitors were boarding the double Decker buses, all else remained at Hogwarts or took the train to spend Christmas with their families.

Because Reenie could not attend the Winter Wizard Olympics, she went to be with Luna and Artemis so they could work more on the plan to reunite the senshi. They stayed headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. Reenie didn't like staying in the awful house. Reenie wished that they had gotten a different place to stay but Dumbledore waned them in Headquarters as most of the Order was spread out. At least the pesky house elf, Kreacher, was no longer at the house. Reenie would've used her Luna P ball on him.

"Luna," Reenie said, "since I can't come, can't you go to the Winter Wizard Olympics?"

"Perhaps."

"Serena will be with Raye and the others," Reenie said, "they're going to feel like they know each other. I know it. Maybe you can go there to help them. Maybe help them remember in someway."

"I can't use the Luna mind meld unless it is truly necessary," Luna stated.

Renee sighed and stirred her tea. "There's got to be some way to elp them. One of us should go to Durmstrang and just keep an eye on something. I should've left Diana on one of those busses."

"Do you know how many people tried to pet me when I spied for you last time?" Diana asked her. "I almost got jinxed too!"

"Wait, there may be another way," said Artemis thoughtfully. "We can send the transformation pens to the girls as presents. Luna can put the Luna may put the Luna mind meld on them and when the girls use the sticks they'll get all their memories back."

"But don't you think that's risky, Artemis?" Luna asked. "They might not use them. They may think they are hexed."

"I know," said Artemis, "and they may check to see if there are hexes on them. Raye's checked Reenie's photographs and other things. She'll be able to tell fi they are real or not."

"What if their owls will be intercepted though?" Reenie inquired.

"We can use spell to protect them," Luna answered, "anyone that tries to take the owls will lose their memory."

A group of Muggle boys were playing football when one of the players stopped suddenly and pointed at the sky.

"Hey look, an airplane!"

His friends stopped. "So? I've seen planes before."

"Look, it's a blimp!" said the same boy. "Betcha you've never seen one of those! And a helicopter. And wow…guys look! Look! It's a flying bus!"

The boy nudged his friends and forced them to look up. The boys gasped and stared open mouth.

"No way! I must be seeing things!"

"Well there's something you don't see everyday," said another boy.

Inside the triple Decker bus, the bus driver realized that disillusion charm was wearing off. "Darn it! We can't risk muggles seeing us!" The bus driver pressed the button hard until the disillusion charm came back on. "There, that's better!"

"Dude! Did you see that?"

"It changed into another helicopter!"

"I think we'd better get inside."

"Yeah, I'm with you!"

Inside all the triple Decker busses, which were all decorated with colors and symbols of the four houses, the Hogwarts students excitedly talked about what it was going to be like once they got to Durmstrang. Draco Malfoy wouldn't hut up. He kept saying that it was his dream to see Durmstrang, how Durmstrang was so much better then Hogwarts because they taught the Dark Arts. Then his girlfriend burst his bubble when she told him that things had changed.

"Dwakie sweetie," said Mina, "don't you remember what Professor Dumbledore said? Durmstrang stopped teaching the Dark Arts when Karkaroff left and now they just started accepting Muggleborns."

"What…what did you say?" Draco said, turning to his girlfriend. "Durmstrang…no Dark Arts? Mu—muggleborns?"

"Yeah," Mina said, patting his hand. "Professor Dumbledore already told us."

Draco hung his head, looking very disheartened. People thought he was going to scream or start hexing everybody in sight. Mina patted his back.

"Now what am I supposed to dream for?" Draco wondered out loud.

"Well, for starters," Mina said, "how about winning the broom relay race? And then…I dunno…visiting a space station and then going out to space?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Draco said, heaving a great sigh and letting his head drop onto Mina's lap. Pansy Parkinson threw jealous glares as Mina giggled and began grooming his hair and outlining his face.

"Hey, so what if Durmstrang is accepting Muggles and they don't' teach the Dark Arts anymore?" Mina said encouragingly. "It's still a different school and it will still be a good experience. Trust me, Draco. When we go back home, you'll be in such a good mood that Durmstrang's not the same as you heard it. You'll be happy with making new friends."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Draco mumbled. "I still know enough about the Dark Arts anyway…"

Draco turned his head closer to Mina and he fell asleep. Mina grinned and she looked out her window. It will be so nice to finally meet my pen pal, Lavra Molniya.

Within hours, Hogwarts and Beaxbatons finally arrived at Durmstrang. Durmstrang had special spots on th grounds for the two guest houses to land their transportation and keep their students. There was a giant trough filled with single-malt whisky for the giant Abraxan horses of Beaxbatons along with a pasture. Just like at the Triwizard Tournament, Beaxbatons arrived first in their giant powder blue carriage. Madame Malkin walked out leading her students and Professor Oleg greeted her by kissing her on the hand.

Martina stared at Aimee Arroser and nudged Lavra.

"Hey," Martina hissed, "doesn't that girl look familiar to you?"

"Hmm, I think so," Lavra whispered, "but I can't really tell. I've got to get a good look at her."

"I wonder where I've seen her," Martina said. As Raye watched Aimee walk with the other Beaxbatons students into the castle to warm up, Raye pondered things in her mind. None of us were old enough to go to the Triwizard Tournament. We were just fourth years. So why am I getting these strange feelings?

The Hogwarts busses were coming closer to Durmstrang. Mina was saying Draco's name over and over to get him up but he didn't stir. Finally, she resorted into tickling him awake.

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy Dwakey!

Draco giggled in his sleep, began kicking his foot, slapped Mina's hand away and fell out of his seat. Everyone howled with laughter. Draco sat up and looked at Mina.

"Mina! Were you tickling me in my sleep?"

"Yes," Mina answered, "it was the only way to wake you up."

Draco jumped to his feet, pointing at his girlfriend. "Mina! You know I'm ticklish! You can't tickle me all the time, especially when I'm asleep! What if people find out?"

"Ohh, is Draco ticklish?" Blaise Zabini asked teasingly.

"Shut up, Zabini!" Draco shouted, his pale face turning pink as he brought out his wand.

"Draco, sit down," Mina said, 'we're almost at Durmstrang."

"Don't any of you even think about tickling me," Draco said as he sat down, crossing his arms. "Even when I'm asleep!"

Maybe it was true about Hogwarts motto, "Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus," really did mean never tickle a sleeping dragon. At least Draco wasn't a real dragon or Mina would really be in big trouble.

"Look, I can see Durmstrang!" called a couple people.

"Where? Where?"

Draco pressed his face against the glass. He saw people standing outside a castle a little smaller than Hogwarts.

The four busses landed on the ground and the doors opened. The students began piling out, walking in four lines behind their Headmaster. Professor Oleg embraced Albus like a brother and kissed him on both cheeks.

"Albus! Welcome, welcome to Durmstrang!"

"Thank you, Ivan," said Dumbledore, "thank you for having us."

Martina gasped and grabbed Lavra's hand. "Lavra! It's that Serena girl! Remember her picture?"

"Yeah," said Lavra, "wow...she looks kind of familiar, doesn't she?"

"Yes, I know," said Martina, "I sensed that when she was writing us."

"Huh?" Serena mumbled, turning over to look a Martina and Lavra. 'Those girls,' she thought, 'I know them.'

Serena lifted her hand slowly and waved at the girls. Lavra waved back.

"Hey, did you send her pictures of us, Martina?" Lavra inquired.

"No. Did you?"

"No," said Lavra, "well, if you didn't send her pictures and I didn't, then why is she waving at us?"

"I…I don't know," Martina mumbled, "I really don't know."

"Come," Oleg said, waving the throng over, "inside for the welcoming feast!"

However, in spite of these exciting and fun times, there was still evil lurking. Voldemort was still plotting his revenge. He was seeking a way to get to Harry Potter, destroying Dumbledore. But how? He needed more power.

"I need more power," said Voldemort as he sat on his throne. "Even though his blood runs in my veins now and I can touch him…he still manages to get away from me…"

"You want more power?" said a mysterious woman's voice.

"Hmm?" Voldemort muttered. "Who's there?"

"I can give it to you."

Voldemort stood up and began looking around. The voice did not sound familiar to him at all. He thought to perhaps call his Death Eaters then decided against it. No, if there was someone here with him, he would see who it was on his own. Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at random spots.

"Who are you?"

"I am Chaos."

Voldemort chuckled. "Chaos? Are you some sort of witch? Have you come to take my destiny from me? You think you can beat me?"

"No," said Chaos, "to assist you, Voldemort. You want power. I can give it to you. You'll just have to do one thing for me."

"And what's that?" Voldemort demanded.

"I want you to kill the moon child."

"Moon child?" Voldemort echoed, laughing. "What are you talking about? I already have a child I'm trying to kill at the moment. Why don't you show yourself to me?"

"Because I can't," said Chaos, "I have no body."

"So, you are a spirit then?" Voldemort asked.

"No, I have told you what I am. I am Chaos."

Then a black energy began to form in front of Voldemort. Startled Voldemort steadied his wand at the matter.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Chaos laughed. "You can't kill me with that, Voldemort. That isn't strong enough."

"It is the killing curse!" Voldemort shouted and he began sending more curses at the essence. Chaos laughed again.

"Why are you trying to kill me, dear Voldemort?" Chaos asked and as she spoke, the matter glowed and vibrated. "I am only trying to help you. I can give you the power you need if you become my servant."

"I am no one's servant," Voldemort said, "I am Lord Voldemort."

"You do not want to trifle with me, Voldemort," said Chaos, "You try to take over a small country when I have conquered worlds, galaxies. You have much to learn. Just kill the Moon Child for me and then we'll become one. I'll lend you my powers and we'll be unstoppable."

"I don't work for anyone," Voldemort said.

"Very well," said Chaos, "you can stay a simple wizard if you wish. But if you ever change your mind…you know what to do…"

"Where are you going?" Voldemort demanded, "Come back here!"

Laughing, Chaos floated through the ceiling of Voldemort's hideout. Voldemort groaned and tightened his hand around his wand. He had never liked taking orders from others. For decades he was the one with the power, the authority, giving out orders. But if someone was stronger than him, would it be wise to follow that someone's orders? Just what kind of power could Chaos give him? And this Moon Child Chaos spoke of, who was she? Or he? Voldemort walked over to his throne and sat down. He would need time to ponder this but how much time would it be until Harry Potter got the better of him again?

TO BE CONTINUED

I laugh at you: There ya go! You wanted some 'baddie' action so I put a little bit in. I was thinking of saving this little section for later but I guess this is a good time for it too.