"You came." Mor'du said, standing at the second level of his room, to Jack as he walked in the classroom with Flynn. "And you brought your brother. Good." Mor'du nodded and smiled. "Before we begin…I want to make sure that you two want to do this. This is very advanced magic that goes beyond the ordinary Wizarding level."

Flynn and Jack looked at each other and nodded. "WE'RE SURE."

Mor'du nodded and gestured to the floor. "Well, everything is prepared." He started his way downstairs. "The spell I'm going to attempt to teach you is called the Patronus Charm. Have you ever heard of it?"

Flynn and Jack shook their heads.

"Well, the Patronus is a positive force. For the wizard using it, it works like a shield; a Dementor will feed upon it instead of him." He sat down on a trunk in front of the boys. "But in order for the charm to work, the wizard must think of a positive memory. A memory that is full of happiness, a very powerful memory. Can you do this?"

The boys nodded.

Mor'du grinned. "Good." Mor'du put his hand up towards them. "Close your eyes."

They closed their eyes.

"Now, concentrate. Explore your past." He stood and started to walk around them. "Do you two have a memory?"

They nodded.

"Allow it to consume you. Lose yourself within it." He stood behind them. "Now, say: Expecto Patronum."

"EXPECTO PATRONUM."

"Well done." Mor'du walked to the trunk and stood beside it. "Shall we?"

Flynn and Jack nodded.

"Jack will go first."

Flynn stepped behind Jack.

"Wand at the ready." Mor'du got ready to open the trunk.

Jack pulled out his wand.

Mor'du waved his hand over the trunk and it unlocked. Mor'du nodded to Jack, Jack nodded back, and Mor'du opened the trunk!

A Dementor came out of the trunk!

Jack pointed his wand at the ghostly figure. "Expecto Patronum."

Nothing happened.

The Dementor got closer.

"Expecto…Expecto…" Jack trailed off. "Expect-" He then fell back, completely unconscious.

After sometime, Jack could feel Mor'du helping him up.

"Come on, get up. You're alright." Mor'du sat Jack up. "I didn't expect you to do it the first time." He chuckled. "That would have been amazing." He then handed Jack a piece of chocolate.

At that time...

Elsa and Anna stopped in their tracks as they walked the halls.

Elsa sniffed the air. "Do you smell that?"

"I feel that." Anna replied.

With Jack and company!

Jack swallowed his bite of chocolate. "That was one nasty Dementor."

"Oh, no, no, no, no." Mor'du stood, shaking his head. "That was a Boggart." He stood and lit his candles back.

Flynn shook uncontrollably. "W-w-well…i-it sure w-w-was s-scary."

Mor'du chuckled. "A real Dementor would have been worse. Much, much worse."

Flynn gulped; and Jack got to his feet.

"Just out of curiosity", Mor'du started, "what were you thinking? What memory did you use?"

Jack finished the chocolate. "The first time I rode a broom."

Mor'du turned to Jack, with his brows furrowed. "That's not good enough. Not even close!"

Jack turned away, looking almost insulted…but he walked over to a candle. "There's another memory, that I thought about using…but it isn't really happy. Well it is…it was one of the happiest moments in my life. I-it's complicated."

Mor'du smiled. "Is it strong?"

Jack turned to Mor'du and nodded.

Mor'du grinned. "Let's give a try then…if you're ready."

Jack stood back in front of the trunk. "I'm ready." He pointed his wand forward.

Flynn began to bite on his fingernails.

Mor'du unlocked the trunk, opened it, and out came the Boggart!

"Expecto Patronum." Jack casted, but again, nothing happened.

The Boggart got closer.

"Expecto Patronum!"

A white funnel of energy came from Jack's wand and started to push against the Boggart!

The Boggart fought back…lurching forward three times against the funnel as it grew into a large wave…until Jack lowered his wand, making the wave force the Boggart into the trunk.

"Yes!" Mor'du yelled and closed the trunk! "Well done! Well done indeed!" He walked over to Jack, digging through his pocket.

Flynn patted Jack's shoulder.

"I think I've had enough today." Jack said.

"Indeed." Mor'du handed Jack another piece of chocolate. "Sit down."

Jack sat down; and Flynn sat with him.

"Just so you know, Jack." Mor'du sat down next to Jack. "You would have given your father a run for his money right then."

Jack, again, failed to fight off his smile; and Flynn gently bumped Jack's shoulder with his.

"And that", Mor'du looked to the boys, "is saying something."

Jack sighed. "I don't know if the memory I used was real, but it's the only one I have of mom and dad talking together. Well…talking to me that is. It feels real…and I guess that's all that matters." He smiled at Flynn.

Flynn put his arm around Jack's shoulders.

Mor'du smiled at nothing, stood, and walked towards the trunk. "Now, it's your turn, Mr. Rider."

Flynn used the same memory as Jack, but he failed at first...Mor'du said it didn't work because of Flynn's fear, but, like Jack, Flynn succeeded the second time.

Once they were done, Elsa and Anna barged in wanting to know of the whereabouts of the chocolate.

Mor'du ran away, while Jack and Flynn held the two girls back.

The next day, all nine went out to meet Gobber at the shore outside of the castle…but on the way, Flynn did nothing but complain about losing track of Mr. Scabbers.

Gobber skipped a stone across the water, standing ankle deep in the water himself; the nine were standing on shore behind him.

Astrid cleared her throat. "How did the hearing go, Gobber?"

"Well", Gobber sighed, "the committee members just had to ask why we were all there." He rolled his eyes and skipped another stone. "I got up and said what I had to say. Told them that Toothless was a good dragon! Always kept himself clean." Gobber inhaled deeply. "OH, and then Alistair Krei got up and you can imagine what he said. He said Toothless was a deadly and dangerous creature that would kill ya as soon as he looked at ya." Gobber shook his head and skipped another rock.

Merida then asked: "And then?"

"Then he asked for the worst." Gobber said. "Good 'ol, Krei."

Kristoff exhaled sharply from his nose. "They're not firing you, are they?"

"No." Gobber shook his head…and threw a stone in the water. "Toothless is sentenced to death!"

That night, Flynn tossed and turned in bed, having nightmares about spiders making him tap-dance.

Jack felt a disturbance in the force…but he chose to ignore it and continued to look at the Marauder's Map. Eating candy and watching people walk about in the halls of Hogwarts. He opened a part of the map and saw Peter Pettigrew shuffling through the halls…Jack remembered hearing about Peter being destroyed by Pitch…and decided to go find Pettigrew.

Jack walked through the halls with his wand casting a light. He stopped, looked at the map, saw Peter walking some feet in front of him, looked back up, and saw nothing. He moved his light around, looking for Peter, but he saw nothing. He looked back at the map and still saw Peter shuffling about in front of him. He took a step forward and still saw nothing.

Then Peter made a beeline to Jack!

Jack pointed his wand forward, saw no one coming, he watched Peter go around him, and he turned in the direction Peter was going, looked up, and saw nothing but the pictures on the wall. He turned around, following Peter; he heard steps, but still saw no one in front of him. He looked back at the map and watched Peter rush off…and then noticed Munds coming around the corner.

"Mischief Managed." Jack tapped the map. "Nox." He said and the light went out from his wand.

Munds came up behind him and shined a light from his wand.

Jack turned to Munds.

"Frost." Munds quirked a brow. "What are you doing up this late at night?"

Jack shrugged. "I was sleepwalking."

"You are exactly like your father, Jack." Munds said, but not in the kind manner Jack was used to hearing. "He too was arrogant and skulked around the castle."

Jack clenched a fist. "My dad doesn't…" He stopped, looked to the side, pursed his lips, and glared back at Munds. "I don't skulk around. Now, if you would please lower your wand." He squinted and turned away from the light.

Munds lowered his wand. "Show me what's in your pockets."

Jack shook his head.

Munds slightly cocked his head to the side. "Show me what's in your pockets." He demanded.

Jack pulled out the Marauder's map.

Munds took a step forward. "What's that?"

"A spare piece of paper." Jack replied.

"Really now?" Munds questioned. "Open it."

Jack did as he was told.

Munds put his wands tip on the paper. "Reveal your secrets."

Red ink went about the paper.

"Read it." Munds said.

Jack then read: "'Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs…send out their compliments to Professor Munds and'…"

"Keep reading."

Jack grinned at Munds. "'And request that he keeps his kangaroo nose out of other people's business'."

"You dirty little-"

"Professor." Mor'du came up behind Munds.

Munds whipped around to Mor'du. "Well, well…Mor'du." Munds grinned. "Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we?"

Mor'du looked at Jack. "Jack." He walked next to Munds. "Are you alright?"

Jack nodded.

"That remains to be seen." Munds snatched the paper out of Jack's hand. "I have confiscated a curious item." He said to Mor'du. "Take a look." He handed it to Mor'du. "Should be in your level of expertise", Munds put the light over the paper, "clearly, full of dark magic."

Mor'du grinned at Jack. "I don't think so, Munds. It's a piece of paper, made to insult anyone", he chuckled, "who tries to read it. It must be a Zonko product."

Munds reached for the paper, but Mor'du snatched it away.

"I will inspect it for any hidden qualities." Mor'du folded the paper. "It is, in fact, within my level of expertise." He looked at Jack. "Jack, please come with me." The two walked off as Munds watched them. "Goodnight, Professor."

Mor'du led Jack into the DDA classroom. "I don't know how you gained possession of this map and quite frankly…I wish you would have turned it in." He then turned to Jack. "Did it ever occur to you that this, in the hands of Pitch Black would be a map to you?"

Jack shook his head.

Mor'du walked to Jack. "Your father didn't care much for the rules either, but he did not put his life on the line for yours and lose his wife, your mother, just for you to walk around the school unprotected at night with a killer on the loose!"

Jack nodded.

"I will not cover for you again." Mor'du said sternly. "Do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go back to your room and stay there."

Jack started to walk off.

"And don't take any detours." Mor'du held up the paper. "Because I'll know if you do." He turned to walk away.

Jack stopped before he made it out of the room and turned to Mor'du. "Just so you know, I don't think the map always works."

Mor'du turned to Jack.

"It showed someone walking around the castle. Someone I know is dead."

"And who might that be?"

"Peter Pettigrew."

Mor'du shook his head. "That's not possible."

Jack shrugged. "It's just what I saw." Jack went for the door. "Goodnight."

Mor'du stared at the map…

The next day, Jack, Flynn, Merida, and Kristoff were being told by Professor Walters to broaden their minds…though, Flynn was fast asleep.

Walters continued to teach. "The art of crystal gazing is in the clearing of the Inner Eye. Only then you can see." She made her way to Jack, Flynn, and Merida.

Jack sat up, causing the table to move, waking Flynn.

"And what do we have here?" Walters approached their table and looked at the clouded crystal, disappointedly.

Merida smiled at Walters. "Do you mind me trying?"

Walters gestured to Merida.

Merida and Walters looked at the crystal.

Walters looked disappointed.

Merida turned to Walters. "The Grim, possibly." She gestured to Walters.

Walters grabbed Merida's hand and patted it. "My dear…the moment you first stepped foot in this class, I saw that you were bullheaded and stubborn. So, bullheaded and stubborn that you could not…no…would not; even dare open your mind to a world of possibilities that were beyond your capabilities."

Merida snatched her hand away, knocked the crystal off the table, and stormed out!

Walters looked at Jack. "Did I say something?"

As the three boys walked down the stairs, Flynn started to talk about Merida.

"Merida sure has lost it; hasn't she?" Flynn asked.

Kristoff nodded. "Yep."

"Hold on." Jack stopped and picked up the crystal that Merida knocked over. "We better take this back."

Kristoff and Flynn shook their heads.

Jack rolled his eyes. "See you guys later." He jogged up the stairs.

"SEE YA." The two walked off.

When Jack came into the classroom, he didn't see Professor Walters anywhere. He shrugged and sat the crystal down on a crystal ball stand on Walters' table. Before he turned to leave, he saw a face in the crystal…he saw that it was Pitch Black. Saying his name…

A hand grasped his shoulder!

Jack turned and saw Walters wheezing. "Professor-"

"He will return tonight." Walters said with a darker voice echoing hers.

"Ma'am?"

"Tonight, he who betrayed his friends, whose heart rots with murder shall break free." She inhaled. "Innocent blood will be shed and servant and master will be reunited once mooorrrre!" She stumbled back, held her throat, and coughed. She then turned to Jack and smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear boy. Did you say something?"

Jack was about to fall backwards…his heart pounded in his ears. "No, ma'am." Jack started to leave the room…his lip quivering and his whole body shaking. "Nothing at all." He walked off, turned to see Walters give him a small smile, and then he ran off.