(A/N) Flametongue: I am so very sorry for making you all wait this long, but, y'see, I've had a lot to deal with...

I just spent the afternoon writing this chap so it's pretty short...from now on, the story will be labled AU since the sixth book has been released...my comment of the book you ask? I HATE SNAPE! Enough said.

(A/N) thekecmaster: I changed a few lines to meet story submission guidelines. I understand why Snape did it.

Chapter 04 – Enter Lightsabers

Dean Thomas was having a good day; a very good day indeed. Gryffindor were favorites of winning the Quidditch House Cup, his grades were all decent, he and Seamus had managed to hex a bunch of big-mouthed Slytherins without getting detention, and last night he had successfully asked Ginny out to Hogsmeade this weekend. Yup, it was all good and dandy. It was when he turned a corner on his way to breakfast however that his day turned out to be more awkward than good.

One can easily state that he was greatly surprised when Professor Flitwick came soaring through the air and knocked him to the ground.

Dean groaned as he heaved himself off the floor, pulling Flitwick up with him as he did so.

"Professor, are you alright?" He asked worriedly as the tiny professor coughed slightly.

"Yes," Flitwick said. "Worried, you need not be, Mr. Thomas." His voice was raspy, and his skill for putting words together seemed to be a little off. Very unlike Flitwick's usually squeaky and intelligent voice.

"Er…professor….your voice…" Dean said as he looked down at his charms professor's frowning face. For some reason, Flitwick's way of speaking sounded familiar to the young muggle-born.

"Hmm…a charm from him, it must have been." Flitwick stated and sent a determined look down the corridor.

Dean looked up, and for the first time he noticed someone standing at the end of the corridor; wand in hand and a furious look on his face.

"Get out of the way, Dean!" Wrath barked.

"Harry?" Dean asked and stared at his dorm-mate with a confused look on his face. "What're you-"

"Harry, he is not," Flitwick stated as he took a step forward. "Wrath, his name is."

"Don't make me curse you!" Wrath shouted at Dean.

Dean's eyes widened and he held his hands up defensively. "Hey whoa!" He protested. "Don't do anything that could damage my face, I got a date with Ginny this Friday and-"

"A date with Ginny?" Wrath questioned as a manically wicked grin crept across his face. "I can think of a big pack of Weasley brothers who'd be grateful if I beat the living daylight out of you!"

"Come on mate, it's-"

"Your fight, this is not." Flitwick said and took another step forward, his eyes fixed on Wrath.

"Eh?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Professor Flitwick." Wrath said conversationally as he lowered his wand and took a determined step forward.

"Wrath Potter." Flitwick said as he took an equally determined step forward.

"You have meddled in my business for the last time." Said Wrath and in a swift movement swished his wand and sent a vase that stood nearby flying at Flitwick. After a quick swish and a flick from the charms master's own wand the vase stood securely by the wall next to him. Wrath did another levitation charms and sent a, no doubt horrified suit of armour flying at his opponent. The armour screamed in a terrified voice but sighed with relief as it too was placed down safely by the swift little wizard called Filius Flitwick.

Flitwick sighed. "Strong you have become, Wrath, the dark side I sense in you."

Dean at this point feared for his sanity, but these actions and Flitwick's strange way of speaking was somehow reminding him of a movie he saw this summer.

"I have become more powerful than any wizard," Wrath spoke as if he had learned these lines by heart, as if he'd read them from a manuscript, "even you." Wrath pointed his wand and sent some sort of blue lightning towards the old little charms master. Dean quickly stumbled backwards, but with speed that seemed impossible for such a puny man, Flitwick had raised his wand and somehow absorbed the lightning in a blue orb at the tip of his wand before Dean had even taken two steps to safety. He thrust forward with his wand and sent the bolt back towards Wrath who quickly deflected it and sent another one back, this time Flitwick absorbed it completely without sending it back.

"Much to learn, you still have." He stated.

Wrath smirked. "I think it's obvious that this duel won't be decided by our knowledge of spells, but by our skills with the wands."

Dean frowned, weren't they already using wands? He got his answer quickly though, as Wrath held his wand like a sword, and sure enough, a red beam came out of it and stopped in mid-air, giving it the impression of a lightsaber.

Flitwick held his wand pointed and the same thing happened to it that had happened to Wrath's.

'This is seriously starting to freak me out!' Dean thought as tiny professor Flitwick lunged towards Wrath with something that resembled a battle cry. He was jumping ridiculously high into the air and spinning around while swinging his blade-equipped wand, attacking and blocking Wrath's moves.

Dean had by now conjured a bucket of popcorn and was staring at the fight intently. He finally remembered the science-fiction movie he saw this summer, but still could not believe that the action before him was really happening.

Suddenly Flitwick and Wrath crossed their wands/sabers and glared at each other.

"Fought well, you have," Flitwick said, "my young student."

"This is just the beginning." Wrath stated, and in a surprising move, he swished his hand and made every suit of armour in the corridor fly towards Dean, without even using his wand.

There were several screams of 'help' and 'save me' from the armours and a very girlish scream from Dean as the helpless suits flew towards their unfortunate goal. Flitwick quickly turned around, extinguished the saber and with much difficulty stopped all the armours in mid-air, right in front of Dean. The armours all let out sighs of relief, but screamed shortly as they all landed in a heap on the floor.

Flitwick turned around and saw to his disappointment that Wrath had escaped. He sighed and walked back to Dean who looked as if he might have wet himself.

"How feel you?" Flitwick asked kindly.

"I'm-" Dean began to say, but was interrupted by the charms master's quiet exclamation of "Bollocks! Annoying, this voice is." He pointed his wand towards his throat and waved it around a couple of times before saying "Testing, testing. One two three…" He coughed a little. "Dore mi fa so la ti…"

Dean watched the professor with a slightly disturbed look on his face.

"Ah, much better!" Flitwick said, his voice back to its squeaky octave. "Now, Mr. Thomas, I think it would be best if you went back to what you were doing." And with that the tiny man turned around and hurried along the corridor after Wrath.

Dean did as he was told and continued on towards the great hall, musing about what the bleeding hell Flitwick had meant by 'the dark side' during his duel with Wrath. Perhaps he too, had seen Star Wars.

There was a lot of commotion in the entrance hall when Sloth and co. arrived there. It appeared as if Snape was trying to capture one of the sins, namely Pride.

He laughed as he dodged yet another hex from Snape with ease. "Come on Snivellus," He taunted, "You can do better than that!"

Snape sneered as he sent hex, after curse, after jinx at Pride. This soon began to bore Pride, but he quickly made the duel more enjoyable (for him, that is) as he practically skipped towards Snape, avoiding stunners as he did so, and sent a roundhouse kick straight at Snape's jaw and sent him tumble through the closed doors of the Great Hall which now flung open violently.

The Slytherin table stared in shock as their head of house landed rather ungracefully on the hard floor. The Ravenclaw table was host to many curious looks as the smart-brained students all quickly tried to come up with the most logical explanation to this occurrence. At the Hufflepuff table every single occupant asked each other why the potions professor was lying on the floor. Everybody at the Gryffindor table just beamed.

"Pride, that's enough!" Hermione scolded as she made her way towards him. "You might hurt…" But before she was able to finish, someone zoomed past her and into the great hall. Apparently the sight of four big tables full of food was too much for Gluttony to resist.

"Not so fast, Potter!" Snape, who had gotten back onto his feet, sneered at Gluttony and grabbed him by the arm, his greasy hair was disheveled, giving him the look of a mad scientist. "You'll pay for that."

Gluttony frowned. "That wasn't me." He said. He jerked his head out towards the entrance hall. "It was Pride.

"That may be, but you're still a Potter, so you will be coming with me!" Snape said sharply and made to drag Gluttony out of the hall. Bad move.

Snape shrieked like a Banshee as Gluttony began to gnaw rather viciously at his arm. Never stand between a glutton and his food.

The Gryffindors all cheered and called out encouragements to Gluttony. Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville all watched in shock as Snape tried desperately to shake Gluttony off of him. Ginny suddenly shook her head violently to get herself out of her daze and waved her wand, closing the doors to the great hall and saying, "We can come back for Gluttony later."

And with that, the four friends, plus Luna and Sloth, headed of to pursue Pride, who in some mysterious way, had disappeared.

(A/N) Flametongue: See? Told you it was short...I'll try to get the next chap up quicker...and before you say anything; yes, I am aware that Episode II: Attack of the clones wasn't on screen in 1996 (which happens to be the year when Harry starts his sixth year) but come on, this is AU!

Now, be good little readers and review!

(A/N) thekecmaster: If there are any other problems, let me know and I'll think of something to fix it.