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Draco and I decided it would be a good idea to let Snape in on our little surprise. He found it rather amusing, and decided to brew a potion that would help make it easier for me to change. After a bit of trial and error, it was perfect. Halloween was drawing near quickly.
On the morning of Halloween, we woke up to the sound of rattling chains; the Slytherin house ghost, the Bloody Baron, had decided to scare us all awake. Though there were a few complaints about it being too early, the majority of us laughed it off and went to the hall for breakfast. We sat down, surprised to see that no Ravenclaws were there. Or if there were, there was nobody at their table. We sat for a few minutes, eating slowly, worried by the lack of Ravenclaws and the racket they make while they eat.
"Where are them lot, then?" Draco pondered aloud.
"Awful unusual for any one of them to skip a meal, let alone all of them at once," I added.
Suddenly, food moved from the plates, hitting everyone who hadn't already taken cover under the tables. Cutlery turned into numerous objects; matches, quills, even birds! All around us, voices were shouting spells. Voices that had no apparent bodies.
"It's the bloody Ravenclaws!" Draco shouted as he dived under the table, and pulled me over too. Just in time, as the bench flipped over, just missing my legs.
"Should've guessed, really," I speculated. It sounded like one of Jack's ideas. He'd always been one for making a bit of trouble on occasion.
Draco stuck his leg out under the table, a smirk spreading across his face. A bit of his trousers crumpled up, and someone shouted in shock, followed by a thud on the ground.
"Got one." Draco laughed.
The poor Ravenclaw Draco had tripped reappeared on the floor, his eyes screwed shut.
"You!" Draco sounded angry. He took the mahogany wand lay beside the boy, and examined it.
"Give me my wand" The boy tried to snatch it back, but Draco moved out of the way and then, he snapped the wand clean in two.
"No!" The boy crawled away, accidentally knocking over another invisible person by the sounds of it.
Another thud sounded, and Draco fell back against my arm, doubling up and holding his stomach.
"Draco!" I pulled him up, and shook him. "Are you alright?"
He groaned, and I lay him against the fallen bench.
I clambered out from under the bench and shouted "Who's there? I'll get you, you invisible idiot!" I threw a few punches into thin air, hoping to get lucky with at least one. Sure enough, I felt my fist collide with what felt like someone's arm.
The invisible person fell back, onto the floor. They became visible again.
"Jack?!" I felt bad, yet happy at the same time. Happy that I'd got back at whoever it was that hurt Draco. "Why would you do that?"
"Because he's a racist, sadistic, psychopathic freak who just attacked my friend!" Jack spat back, holding his arm.
"So you attacked him?" Yeah, true Ravenclaw spirit there Jack.
The teachers began shouting for calm, waving their wands to make the Ravenclaw students reappear. Everyone else was laughing and joking about it. Except us. I glanced around; Draco was still coiled up against the bench.
"He's a horrible little Slytherin, Toni!" Jack shouted back, even over the teachers' calls for calm.
"He's my friend – wait, you're insulting him with the word Slytherin? Being a Slytherin doesn't make you horrible! Being sorted doesn't change who you are!" I screamed at him. I'm a Slytherin, and I'm not a horrible person – Am I?
"Really?" Jack retorted "Because it seems to have done an awful lot to you!"
That confirmed it – I had become a horrible person. But I wasn't about to change to please one person.
"What?" I gasped "Jack, I-"
"When was the last time you had a decent conversation with me, Toni? When was the last time we just chatted like old times? Ever since Slytherin wonder-boy came into the picture, you've been dismissive, rude and more!"
I tried to speak, but was cut off by Jack muttering a very sarcastic "Happy Halloween." Before storming off.
I dropped my head, causing my hair to fall into my face. It had turned a magnificent purple – That's halfway between anger and sadness.
I dropped to the floor and scurried over to Draco, who had eased up a little and was just lying there, his hands covering his stomach, and his eyes closed.
"Draco?" I whispered. I pulled him upright. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, but groaned at the same time. Snape was walking past the table so I tapped his leg and pointed to Draco.
"We'll have to get him to the hospital wing…" Snape's monotonous voice advised.
Snape reached under the table and grabbed Draco, and carried him to the hospital wing.
I followed.
