AN: Thank you all so much for reading my first Chapter, I am honored so many of you read it and the PM's I got congratulating me on it, thank you so much. So onto the sorting!

Harry, Skylar and Ron walked up the grand staircase, stopping in front of a large doorway, where an old strict looking witch was standing. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her eyes were framed with tortoise shell glasses.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, in a few moments you shall pass through these doors and join your class mates, but before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Now while you're here, you're house will be like your family, you're triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking and you shall loose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup-" Professor McGonagall explained, being interrupted by a shout.

"Trevor!" a round-faced boy shouted, running up the stairs to pick up a toad that was a few inches from McGonagall's feet, before looking up to the professor with an apologetic look, "Sorry," he said, before walking back to beside Hermione.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily," Professor McGonagall announced, before walking through the doors.

"Its true then, what they were saying on the train," a boy with ice blonde hair, slicked backwards with gel said in a pompous tone, his cold grey stare locked on Harry. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Everyone instantly burst into whispers about Harry, the savior of the Wizarding world.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle," the boy said gesturing to two large boys with vacant expressions on both their faces, with his head. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron snickered at the blonde boys name under his breath, hoping the boy wouldn't hear, but with no luck as he turned his piercing eyes onto him.

"Think my names funny do you? No need to ask yours, Red hair and a hand me down robe, you must be a Weasely." Malfoy spat, making Ron flinch. Skylar noticing the slight flinch looked up from her book, raising an eyebrow at the boy.

"Such taunts are below your high breeding Mr. Malfoy, you should be ashamed at your behavior." Skylar stated in a blasé tone, going back to her book as Draco stuttered.

"And who are you?" Draco spat, regaining his composure to look at the odd girl, sneering at the objects in her hair. "And what's up with your hair, freak."

"I am Skylar James," Skylar replied impassively, her soft lilt and Jamaican accent flowing smoothly together, her pale eyes flitting up from her book and caught the wince that was on the blondes face.

Draco winced, remembering from the lessons his mother gave him when he was younger, teaching him about Magic, the James family being decedents of the Goddess Calypso. Draco turned back to Harry, his fake smile back in place.

"You'll soon find that some Wizarding families are better than others Potter, you don't want to go on making friends with the wrong sort," Draco stated, sneering towards Ron, who was calmed by the hand Skylar had placed on his arm. "I can help you there," Draco offered, holding his hand out for a handshake.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks." Harry replied, not accepting Draco's hand. Draco opened his mouth to replied, but was interrupted by professor McGonagall returning and tapping him on the shoulder with a piece of rolled up parchment.

"Were ready for you now," McGonagall announced, "Follow me." She turned and walked towards the doors, which swung open jus before she walked into them. The first years walking in two's, except Skylar who walked with Fang besides her as Hagrid had disappeared once McGonagall appeared.

Skylar stood behind Ron and Harry, her hand resting on Fang's head, while Fang nuzzled into her side, resting his large head on her hip. McGonagall left them standing at the bottom of the raised stone platform, placing an old looking hat on a plain stool, the hall going completely quiet. The teachers who were at the head table looked at the first years, smiling encouragingly at them, Hagrid winking at Skylar as he saw where Fang had gone, seeing his boarhound melt as Skylar stroked his head.

"Now before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words." Professor McGonagall announced, turning to look at the wise old wizard who was sitting on a gold throne looking chair.

"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce," Albus Dumbledore stated, in a slightly rasping voice. "First years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also our caretaker, Mr. Filch would like me to remind you that the first floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds, to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." He finished, before sitting down once again on the golden throne. Professor McGonagall unraveled the parchment in her hands, before looking over the first years with a slightly stern look.

"When I call your name you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you shall be sorted into your houses." Professor McGonagall announced, picking up the hat by the point tip that was angle towards the side.

"Hermione Granger."

"Mental that one I'm telling you," Ron mumbled to Skylar and Harry, receiving a nod from Harry and an exasperated look from Skylar.

"Mmmm right then, ah I see, right…Gryffindor!" the hat shouted, the Gryffindor table erupting into cheers.

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Slytherin!" the hat shouted less than a second after it touched the ice blonde's head.

"Susan Bones!"

"Ah," Harry yelped softly, bringing Skylar and Ron's attention to him, worry on both their faces.

"Harry what is it?" Skylar fretted, laying a hand on Harry's arm, worry clear on her face.

"Nothing," Harry muttered, staring at a professor in all black robes, with greasy limp hair that framed his gaunt face that was topped off with a crooked nose. "Nothing I'm fine." The professor turned to talk to a man in a pale purple turban that seemed to stutter a lot.

"I know, Hufflepuff," the hat announced, Susan hopping off the stool and hurrying towards the Hufflepuff table who cheered loudly.

"Ronald Weasely!"

"Ah! Another Weasely, I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor!" the hat shouted, the Gryffindor table cheering wildly.

"Harry Potter," McGonagall announced, the hall filling with whispers, before quieting down as the hat was placed on his head.

"Mmmm difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind either, and there's talent, oh yes and thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?" The hat said echoing throughout the quiet hall.

"Not Slytherin," Harry whispered desperately, hoping the hat would grant his wish.

"Not Slytherin eh? Are you sure, you could be great you know, its all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness. There's no doubt about that, no well if your sure, Gryffindor!" the hat shouted, Gryffindor table erupting into shouts and cheers of 'we've got Potter!"

The sorting continued until Skylar was the only one left, Professor McGonagall giving a slight smile towards the girl who was stroking Hagrid's dog absently, the large boarhound seeming to hang onto every stroke.

"And finally Skylar James, who is transferring from Caribbean."

Skylar walked up the steps, the medallions and arrow heads in her hair clinking together softly, filling the hall with a soft melody as the girl walked to the stool, Fang sitting down beside the stool on her right.

"Ah, a brilliant mind, very studious, Ravenclaw would suit you well, yet so much courage, and a secret how interesting, I know just where to put you, Gryffindor!" the hat shouted, Gryffindor erupting into cheers as Skylar sat down next to harry, Fang jumping up onto the bench next to her, licking her face, making her laugh gleefully, trying to push the dog away, making people within earshot smile at her infectious laughter.

"Your attention please," Professor McGonagall called, tapping her spoon against her glass, chiming filling the hall and everyone instantly settling down. Professor Dumbledore stood up, smiling down at his students.

"Let the feast begin," Dumbledore, announced, food instantly appearing on the tables, and people began talking again.

Harry and Ron instantly began piling food onto their plates, while Skylar took a chicken breast and salad, looking at her friends with lightly veiled disgust as they shoveled food down their throats. Sharing a look with Hermione, Skylar smiled at the young witch, as Hermione sent a disgusted look towards Harry and Ron, who were still stuffing their faces.

"I'm Half, and half, Mam's a witch, Dads a muggle, bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out." A boy named Seamus Finnigan shared, the two boys either side of him sniggering at the thought of his shocked father.

"Say Percy," Harry started, bringing the older Weasely child's attention to him. "Who's that teacher talking to professor Quirrell?"

"Oh that's professor Snape, head of Slytherin House."

"What's he teach?" Skylar asked, over hearing their conversation, her pale eyes curious.

"Potions," Percy said with a smile at Skylar, "but everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies, he's been after Quirrell's job for years."

Ron reached for another chicken thigh, letting out a yelp when a head popped through the table in front of him.

"Hello!" the ghost said jovially, smiling brightly as the first years all stared at him in shock. "How are you, welcome to Gryffindor." The ghost said to Ron, nodding his head in his direction.

"Hello Sir Nicholas, have a nice summer?" Percy asked the ghost, who turned to Percy with an angry look on his face.

"Dismal," Sir Nicholas replied, "Once again my request to join the headless hunt has been denied." Floating away, but being stopped by Ron's statement.

"I know you, you're nearly headless Nick."

"I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind."

"Nearly headless, how can you be nearly headless?" Hermione asked, confused at the prospect of nearly, you either are or you aren't.

"Like this," Sir Nicholas said with a smile, pulling his head to the side to show his head only staying on with a few strands of skin and muscle. Ron yelped in horror and Hermione looked away with a disgusted look, quickly being brought into a conversation with Skylar who tried to make the bushy haired girl feel more comfortable.

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Percy led the first year Gryffindor's up a staircase, looking back over his shoulder to make sure they were keeping up.

"Gryffindor's follow me please, keep up." Percy said before turning right, Ravenclaw's turning left and down a different staircase. "This is the most direct path to the dormitories," Percy explained, "oh and keep an eye on the staircases, they like to change."

Harry and Skylar looked upwards in awe, hundreds of staircases above them, changing and moving every once in a while. Before following Percy, stopping slightly as they saw pictures moving, talking to each other and waving at them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," a painting of an old wizard stated, smiling back at Skylar who smiled at the old wizard.

They finally arrived at a picture of a large woman in an ornate pink dress, a regal look on her face as she regarded the first years in front of her. "Password?" she asked, her voice as regal as her appearance.

"Caput Draconis." Percy replied, moving back slightly as the picture frame swung open, revealing an archway into a homey looking room, decorated in red and gold with a large fireplace, a roaring fire already lit.

"Gather round here," Percy instructed, looking around the first years. " Welcome to the Gryffindor common room, boys dorms upstairs and down to your left, girls the same on your right. You'll find all your belongings have already been brought up."

"Well I'll see you both tomorrow, sleep well." Skylar said, hugging both Ron and Harry before walking up with Hermione who had been waiting at the foot of the stairs.

"Goodnight," Harry and Ron replied, smiling at each other before following them up, going to their own dormitory.

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The sun began to rise in the sky, its dull rays casting onto Skylar's face, waking the girl up slowly as her bed was right by the window, Hermione's on the other side of the window, though her curtains were closed. Slowly getting out of bed, Skylar silently got dressed, brushing her long hair, her hair only containing golden medallions today, her arrowheads and bones in a small box in her dresser. Adding a few braids in her hair, Skylar pulled it up into a high ponytail, the braids standing out as they weaved through the long mane of hair. Slipping on black combat boots, slipping her wand into her right boot, she picked up a pierce of parchment, writing a short note telling Hermione where she was and leaving it on the bushy haired girls bed, Skylar picked up her bag, and left the dorm quietly. Heading down the staircases, Skylar walked over to the black lake, setting her bag down and sitting beside it, leaning back against the trunk of a tree. Taking out her advance charms book that her grandmother gave her, Skylar flicked through it, trying to find a simple charm to try. Smiling when she found one, Skylar stood up and focused on a pile of fallen leaves. Taking out her wand, she pointed it at the leaves, taking a deep breath.

"Avifors," Skylar annunciated, squealing when the leaves exploded into feathers. Giving a small laugh at her own fright, Skylar removed her hand from her chest, where it had flew to in fright. Taking a deep breath, she looked down at her book; Skylar spotted an easier way to get the same result, only differently. Facing the black lake, Skylar pointed her wand to the sky.

"Avis!"

A flock of small blue and silver birds flew from her wand, swirling gracefully in the air around her, twirling and diving every once in a while, almost like a dance on the air currents.

"Miss. James!" squeaked a voice, bringing Skylar out of her trance, scaring her.

"Oppugno!" Skylar yelped, pointing her wand at the voice, the birds diving towards the person, pecking at figure. Noticing the small stature, Skylar panicked as she recognized it as her Charms Professor, Filius Flitwick, the birds dissolving into feathers as her concentration was shot.

"Ah! Sorry professor, you scared me!" Skylar said, rushing towards the fallen figure of her teacher, helping him back up with a wince when she saw his scratches.

"I'm fine dear, how did you do that charm? Its third year level, rather than first year!" Professor Flitwick squeaked, looking at Skylar incredulously. Skylar winced slightly, thinking she was in trouble. Seeing her look, Flitwick rushed to assure her. "You're not in trouble Miss. James, I was just wondering."

"I don't really know professor, when I read a spell that concerns animals, or helping someone it just comes naturally, I mean I stopped Harry's chocolate frog from getting away with Wingardium Leviosa on the train here." Skylar replied, looking down at the ground ashamed, as she knew she wasn't supposed to do magic outside of school.

"Interesting, very interesting. I'll be seeing you Miss. James and keep practicing," with a wink and a smile, professor Flitwick waddled off into the castle, looking back to see gold and silver birds dancing around Skylar.

"She's interesting isn't she Filius," a wise voice commented, making the charms professor squeak and jump in fright.

"Oh, Headmaster. She is indeed," professor Flitwick replied, both of them turning to look as a familiar looking boarhound ran up to the young witch, playing with her as the birds twirled around her in a complicated dance on the air currents.

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Hermione and Skylar walked into their Transfiguration classroom together, after they had finished breakfast early, seeing they were the only ones in the classroom besides silver tabby cat that was sitting on McGonagall's desk, they took seats at the front, taking out their books and parchment. Hermione started to read through her book, while Skylar just stared at the cat suspiciously, looking it over. Spotting something unusual about the cat, Skylar tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips slightly.

"Professor McGonagall what exactly are we doing this lesson?" Skylar asked, still looking at the cat, noticing the slight shock that entered the cat's eyes.

"Skylar, what are you doing? Professor McGonagall isn't here," Hermione said in confusion, having looked up and seeing that their professor wasn't in sight, went back to her book.

"Perhaps, though the perfect alter ego for a Transfiguration professor would be an Animagus, would it not?"

The cat seemed to sigh before it leapt of the desk, transforming into their professor, who had proud look in her eye, though it was highly disguised. Hermione gasped in shock, though Skylar's lips just twitched in satisfaction before returning to normal.

"Well done Miss. James, if I may ask how do you know of Animagus's?" Professor McGonagall asked, looking down at the young witch, Professor McGonagall had told her of the girls intuitive and intelligence, but no other student had ever saw through her disguise before.

"I don't know a lot about them professor, though my grandmother is a crocodile due to where she lives. An Animagus is a witch or wizard who morph themselves into an animal, each Animagus has ears an identifying mark on their animal form that is caused by something on their human body, I saw that you had dark fur in the shape of your glasses around you eyes, just like my grandmother has in her form, so I connected the dots." Skylar replied, blushing under her professor's stare and looking down at her desk.

"Two points to Gryffindor for figuring out my disguise Miss. James, and another two for your detective skills." Professor McGonagall granted, giving a rare smile to the girl, and a nod to Hermione who was looking at Skylar with joy, no doubt the girl happy to find another student on the same intellect level.

The rest of the class filed in, taking their seats as McGonagall started the lesson, introducing herself before bringing their attention to the blackboard, where a lecture on how to turn a match stick into a needle was written, as they would be doing practical next lesson, before turning back into her Animagus form. Gasps erupted from the class, though they were quickly quieted down by a stern look from their professor, who despite being a fluffy creature was still a person you didn't want to mess with. Halfway through the lesson, Harry and Ron ran in, breathing heavily no doubt having ran straight from their dorms to the classroom.

"Whew, we made it." Ron huffed, placing a hand on his stitch, not used to running that much. "Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late."

The cat seemed to raise its eyebrow before leaping of the desk, transforming into their professor, who stood in front of them with a stern look on her face.

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron said in awe, Harry silent, as his mouth was open in shock.

"Thank you for that assessment Mr. Weasely, perhaps it would be more useful if I Transfigured Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, that way one of you might be on time," Professor McGonagall reprimanded sternly, looking down at the two young wizards who looked uncomfortable at her stare.

"We got lost," Harry piped up, having gotten over his shock.

"Then perhaps a map, I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

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The potions classroom door swung open, slamming against the wall, making the students inside jump. Severus Snape stalked gracefully up to his desk, his robes billowing out behind him like bat wings, fluttering in the draft ever so slightly. Sneering slightly at his class, he crossed his arms before starting the lesson.

"There shall be no silly wand waving, or foolish incantations in this class. As such I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making, so for those select few who posses the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses, how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. Then again maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough not to pay attention." Professor Snape stated, looking directly at Harry who at this time was taking notes of everything professor Snape had said. Skylar seeing his look nudged Harry inconspicuously, bringing his attention back to Snape.

"Mr. Potter, our resident Celebrity. Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood." Snape asked, seeing only two hands go up, one belonging to Hermione Granger, the other belonging to Skylar James. Harry shook his head, not know the answer.

"You don't know? Then lets try again, where Mr. Potter would you go if I asked you to find me a Bezoar." Professor Snape asked again, the only two hands going up again being Hermione's and Skylar's.

"I don't know sir," Harry said lamely, shrugging ever so slightly, though Professor Snape caught the shrug, his eyes darkening slightly.

"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked, this time only Skylar's hand going up, Hermione chewing on her lip as she tried to remember.

"I don't know sir," Harry replied again, this time forgoing the shrug.

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything Mr. Potter, is it?" Snape sneered slightly before continuing on with his lesson.

Once the lesson had finished every quickly filed out, Hermione waiting for Skylar outside as she wanted to ask Professor Snape something, even being a slight know it all, Hermione didn't want to be in that classroom any longer than necessary. Severus Snape regarded the young girl with a slightly confused face, though it instantly melted into its usual indifferent mask, not one of his students had ever stayed behind after one of his lessons to ask something.

"Did you need something Miss. James?" Snape asked in a cold voice, looking down at the young witch, who looked back at him unflinchingly.

"Professor Snape, though I don't know the reason why you favor Slytherin over other houses, except the fact you're their head of house, I would appreciate it if you didn't give me bad grades just over prejudice. I'm not asking for special treatment, I actually enjoy teachers pointing out things I've done wrong, because it helps me learn. I would just like you not to give me a bad grade, if I did something right, just because I' m not in Slytherin." Skylar stated softly, not wanting to anger the potions master.

Severus Snape looked at his young pupil with an indifferent mask, though inside his emotions were bubbling with shock. This little girl, had just called him out on his prejudice, encouraged him to pick out the things she did wrong in class and asked him to consider giving her a good grade if she got her work right, even if she wasn't in Slytherin, something that no student had ever had the guts to do before, and the real reason for his shock was the fact he was considering doing it.

"Fine Miss. James, I agree to not give you bad grades just because you are not Slytherin, but if you do not get either a Exceeds Expectations or an Outstanding on your finals I shall disregard your presence entirely." Professor Snape agreed, his black eyes seeming to stare right into the young girl, who nodded happily, walking out of the classroom pausing only to throw over her shoulder.

"Goodbye Professor Snape, have a good day."

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In the Great Hall, many of the students of Hogwarts were at their tables doing homework or having a snack and talking to friends. Skylar sat opposite Ron and Harry who were attempting to do their homework, Skylar having already finished hers was helping them both and Neville to do theirs. Hermione was silently doing hers, asking Skylar questions every now and then, though they weren't to do with homework, more on the life she had in Jamaica. Seamus was attempting to turn his water into rum, his spell not working and eventually blowing up in his face, making the older Gryffindor's laugh at his misfortune. Screeching filled the air as owls swooped in, dropping objects to their owners.

"Can I borrow this?" Harry asked Ron, holding up Ron's newspaper, Ron nodding in response reading his letter that also came.

Neville's package contained a glass ball, with a band of metal around the middle, which instantly filled with red smoke once settled in Neville's palm.

"Hey look, Neville's got a Remembrall." Dean Thomas said, looking at the red filled smoke object in the pudgy boys hand.

"I've read about those, when the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something." Hermione stated, before asking Skylar for her help on a diagram for Transfigurations.

"The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten." Neville said sadly, before returning back to his homework.

"Hey Ron, Skylar someone broke into Gringotts. Listen, 'believed to be the work of dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins while acknowledging the breach, insist nothing was taken. The vault in question, vault 713 had in fact been emptied that very same day. That's odd, that's the vault Hagrid and I went to." Harry read out, looking up to see an inquisitive look on Skylar's face, while Hermione who had been eavesdropping looked suspicious for some reason.

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"Good afternoon class!" a chipper voice said. The voice belonging to a woman in her early forties with silver hair and yellow hawk like eyes, Rolanda Hooch.

"Good afternoon Madam Hooch."

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well what are you waiting for, everyone step up to the left side of their broom, stick your right hand over your broom and say 'UP!'" Madam Hooch instructed, the class following her orders, Harry's being the only one to fly up the first time, Skylar joining him next while Hermione's rolled around a bit and with a thwack Ron's hit his forehead, earning a chuckle from the Slytherin's. Once everyone's broom was in his or her hand, Madam Hooch continued.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it, and grip it tight. When I blow my whistle I want each of you to kick of slightly, hover, lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle, three, two," Madam Hooch counted down, blowing on her whistle.

Neville's broom hovered slightly, before slowly going upwards.

"Mr. Longbottom get down. Mr., Mr. Longbottom!" Madam Hooch demanded, scowling when he continued to rise, jerking wildly on his broom.

Neville crashed into one of the school's towers, before diving down low to the ground, forcing his teacher and classmates to dive out of the way to avoid him. Skylar took out her wand from her combat, her pale eyes glowing fiercely as Neville fell from where he had gotten his cloak caught, pointing her wand at the falling form of her friend.

"Impedimenta!" Skylar shouted, a gold light shooting out of her wand, making Neville fall slower, so that when he hit the ground his ribs would break or fracture. Neville hit the ground with a loud thud, Madam Hooch and Skylar running over to the whimpering boy.

"Oh dear it's a broken wrist," Madam Hooch tutted, helping the boy up as Skylar fretted from beside them, fidgeting with her wand, Madam Hooch seeing this nodded hesitantly at the young girl, having seen her spell slow Neville's drop.

"Ferula!" Skylar casted, bandages and a splint appearing to wrap around Neville's wrist tightly, keeping it straight until it got to Madam Pomfrey, earning a thankful look from Neville.

"Now I want everyone's feet to stay firmly on the ground while I escort Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing."

After placing her wand back in her boot, Skylar hurried after Madam Hooch and Neville, wanting to stay with the boy, as she knew he didn't have many friends. They arrived at the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey coming out of her office and walked over to them. Noticing the bandage on Neville's wrist, the Mediwitch looked over to flying teacher in confusion.

"Miss. James here used a spell to wrap and splint Mr. Longbottom's wrist, I really must get back Poppy, Miss. James you have my permission to stay if Madam Pomfrey lets you." And with that the flight teacher swooped out of the hospital wing, her robes billowing in a way that would make Professor Snape proud.

"Well sit down Mr. Longbottom, you'll be here a while." Madam Pomfrey instructed, leading Neville over to a bed, Skylar following and sitting on a chair beside Neville. "Here you go Mr. Longbottom, drink up, it will take a while for that wrist to heal." Madam Pomfrey said, giving a vial of purple liquid to Neville, who drank it down, grimacing at the taste. Skylar wanting to take Neville's attention of his hurting wrist caught his attention by jumping on his bed beside him, pointing her wand in the air.

"Where's your wand Neville, I would like to teach you something," Skylar said with a serene smile, her soft lilting voice calming Neville who looked frightened at trying to learn a trick. Neville hesitantly took out his wand from his robe, pointing it up in the air along with Skylar.

"Repeat after me, Avis."

"Avis."

With that, a flock of silver and gold birds flew from Skylar's wand, while green and white flew from Neville's, the flocks of birds twirling gracefully around the two's heads, making Neville laugh when every once in a while a bird from his flock would fly down to caress against his face gently. Making the old Mediwitch who was watching secretly from her office smile.

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Thank you for reading, if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask via review or PM I don't mind. Just a note, the reason why Snape agreed to Skylar's suggestion is not because he likes her, but because she's the first student to actually be civil to him and call him out to his face about his prejudice towards Gryffindor's.