A/N: Wow. I'm on a roll! Yay! I hope you like this chapter. Thank you for reading and reviewing! I love you guys. Thank you for reviewing! It makes me happy! =D

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Side Notes and Some Answers:

From: goddessa39

Interesting... so are Harry/Chris, Nev, Blaise and Draco from the future?

Answer:

Good question. Yes and No. Draco and Blaise are not from the future and Chris/Harry is. Neville currently is hovering in between and is most likely going to end up from the future.

Draco is just breaking down walls of Status Quo and making friends with his cousin(s), Hayden and Chris though more so Chris than Hayden.

Blaise is a Shade, a dark creature capapble of traveling though shadow and is gifted with surperior speed/stealth than normal humans. He was trained as an assassin by his uncle and holds no biases on muggleborns or pureblood witches and wizards.

From: athenakitty

I'm a bit surprised that James never took a really good look at the Black's family tapestry. Just when will Chris get a gold potion cauldron from Severus? Did someone take a picture of the James/Lucius fainting at the robe store? Guess Chris would be hugging the sidewalks a bit more, if Sirius's is going to do the driving everytime. :D Does this mean that Hayden know that he's not the BWL?

Answer:

Yup. James doesn't look beyond Malfoy's name to see his own on the tapestry and he stares at it so often, almost wishing if he could banish Lucius Malfoy off his best friend's family tree…which makes it rather funny. Chris will get his cauldron eventually and Fred probably took pictures of Lucius/James fainting at the robe store. And as long as Sirius is driving, Chris will most likely hug the ground whenever they park. Hayden doesn't know that he isn't the actual boy who lived. He, along with most of the wizarding world, believes that he was the one to destroy Voldemort.

"Dialogue" = Speech

Dialogue = Harry/Chris's thoughts

**Dialogue** = Character thoughts

The castle was grand and many intakes of breath were heard as the boats neared. Chris smiled fondly and Neville grinned, brown eyes bright as he looked at the school. Next to them, Hermione looked ecstatic while Blaise remained impassive, his eyes taking in every possible detail of his surroundings.

In the next boat over, a soft gasp of wonder made the Italian turn and his eyes landed on a honey brown haired first year; the boy who had gotten in the same boat as Draco. His book laid open in his hands and a look of awe crossed his face as he looked up at the castle. Gray-blue eyes flickered and Blaise blinked when their eyes met. The other nodded in an almost shy manner and Blaise returned it with a soft smile.

"Blaise," hearing his name, the boy turned from the other and tilted his head at Neville who grinned widely at him. "C'mon. We're heading ashore."

The boats gently bumped onto shore and immediately Neville and Chris jumped out of the boats and gently pushed the remaining few feet to dock the boats; not caring too much when the hem of their robes got wet. Blaise got off next, landing with a soft thump on the moist ground and he extended a hand towards Hermione.

"Miss Granger," he offered politely. The girl blushed and tentatively took his hand and he led her off. The girl was quick to join Chris and Neville as they began marching up the steps towards the school and Blaise stayed behind for a moment to watch the other students get off. There was a yelp and instincts reacted before his mind did and Blaise suddenly found himself with an armful of another first year; the other boy in Draco's boat. The other pinked and murmured a quiet thank you. Blaise just nodded.

"Blaise! Hurry up!" Chris called impatiently back to him, standing on the steps, emerald eyes bright with cheer. "You may be the last to get sorted but c'mon!"

"Be right there Chris!" Blaise yelled back. He looked at the boy next to him and smiled slightly. "Coming?"

The other boy nodded and the duo began their trek towards the school, following the other students. Among them, Theodore Nott couldn't help but look towards the other first year who had caught him. His cheeks pinked a little and he hid a soft smile behind his book. He seemed nice. Theodore hurried to catch up when he began to fall behind.

Hagrid watched as the children, a good 20 or so new students, walked behind him and the man smiled. Nodding around, he raised a heavy fist and pounded on the door with three great, big "Booms". Hayden winced a little when the loud booms rang in his ears and he and Ron looked nervously at each other. Behind them and considerably more relaxed, Chris was talking softly with Neville while offering soothing words to the clearly nervous girl they stood with. A little bit farther back, Draco Malfoy was debating whether or not to move forward and when a darker skinned boy politely asked him to move, he gently shifted to one side allowing him to reach Chris with a quiet honey-haired boy behind him. Draco decided then. In three quick strides, he crossed towards Chris.

"Alright there?" he asked quietly and the emerald eyed boy blinked before turning. He grinned.

"A little better than 'Mione," Chris answered simply. Draco blinked and looked at the girl next to the other. The first thing he noted was her overly bushy hair and the fact that she looked like she was going to be sick. Chris prodded her gently and she looked up. "Hermione, this is Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is Hermione Granger."

"It's nice to meet you," Draco offered politely. The girl blinked, looking a little startled and she smiled weakly.

"Hi," she squeaked. Chris just smiled and ruffled her hair earning a squawk and his hand was slapped away. Hermione scowled. "Leave my hair alone!"

"Quite the spitfire isn't ya?" Neville was grinning and she huffed and turned away. Draco looked between the three of them, puzzled. The dark skinned boy just laughed softly. Hermione frowned and began to walk forward. "'Mione! It was a joke!"

"They've been trying to get a rise out of her since the train ride," he informed softly, to both Draco and the boy behind him. He blinked for a moment and extended his hands to both males. "I'm Blaise Zabini, the fourth member of this bizarrely formed group."

"We're not that bad!" Chris and Neville squawked in unison. The Italian just looked at them and raised a slow eyebrow.

"Draco Malfoy," the blonde aristocrat said and took the hand in front if him.

"Theodore Nott," the other boy murmured and took Blaise's hand.

"Brilliant," Chris said brightly. "I'm Chris Potter, this is Neville Longbottom, and Hermione Granger. Up a few paces—Hey! We're going in! Finally."

"Eh…" Theodore asked blankly and Neville chuckled as the students began to move forward. Draco sighed softly and murmured to Neville, "I swear he gets those scatter-brained genes from Sirius."

"Wouldn't doubt it," Ron's voice floated back as the redhead fell into pace with them. He looked at Draco a little bit wary but Draco just nodded back. "Though I think his dad may have contributed some. Ron Weasley,"

"Pleasure, Blaise Zabini," the boy said smoothly. He waved a hand to the other two. "Theodore Nott and you know Draco,"

"So, how do you think they're gonna sort the lot of us?" Ron asked the other boys. Theodore shrugged and Ron sighed. "I swear Chris and Hayden know but they're not telling me a thing. And I think Fred and George, my older twin brothers, said something about fighting trolls and the fact that Remus and Sirius agreed enthusiastically didn't help my nerves."

"It would be illogical for first years to be going up against a Troll," Theodore said quietly. "Although Trolls have very little intelligence, the strength they possess would kill or at the very least main us if we were to go against them. Another thing, though we possess more intellect, most of us do not know any spells so fighting a troll would be very dangerous and very reckless."

"…huh. I never thought of that," Ron said though not without a slightly puzzled look. Theodore smiled slightly. Blaise hummed thoughtfully as the group headed up into the warmth of the school.

The children marched their way into the school and waited at the entrance of the Great Hall where a stern looking witch was waiting. Hagrid nodded to her.

"The first years Professor," the woman nodded and the large man entered the hall quickly and shut the doors behind him. The witch looked at all of them and waited until they were settled before speaking. When her eyes landed on Draco and Ron who were speaking in hushed tones, her eyebrows rose slightly in amazement.

"Welcome," she started and heads turned and they were quiet immediately. "I am professor McGonagall. In a moment, you will be sorted into a house, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. While you stay here at Hogwarts, your house will be you home. Anything you do will either earn you house points or you lose points." The woman looked at them before entering the hall and the children waited nervously.

"Hermione, it'll be fine," Chris said to the pale girl. She looked up and her eyes were wide, wide enough to almost fill her face.

"Oh but what if I'm not worthy? What if whatever they're doing decides that I'm not worthy to be here because I'm muggle born?" She asked frantically. It was noted that while she was freaking out, her hair frizzed quite a bit. "What-What?"

"What if my aunt had a mustache, she'd be my uncle," Chris said brightly. Hermione stopped abruptly in her litany and stared at the boy. Hayden snickered when he saw her face. The utter disbelief shone clearly in her face as well as the faces of the other children. Hermione stared for a moment and gave a shrill screech of, "Christopher Potter that is not funny!"

"Just chill. If you weren't going to be here, you never would've gotten you're letter," Neville drawled. His lips quirked. "Though I'll disagree with you 'Mione, that was pretty funny."

"Oh shut up," the girl snapped. Blaise chuckled softly, looking amused. She glowered and him and he inclined his head politely.

"You're not nervous anymore," Draco pointed out and Hermione stopped and blinked. "Ergo, their tactic worked."

"Eek!" the shriek came from behind and instantly, Chris had pushed Hayden and Hermione behind him and flicked his wrist, drawing his wand. The shield charm instantly sped out and a few wet splats were heard. A ghost wearing a belled hat pouted and swept down, pulling out a few balloons. From the splatters of color on the shield, they were filled with paint.

"Impedimenta!" Chris shouted and a streak of light left his wand and in seconds, the ghost was flying backwards, just as the doors opened. McGonagall looked surprised as the ghost flew into the great hall. She looked even more so when she saw the shield charm around the students. Chris had the decency to blush when she stared at him and his drawn wand. "Er…sorry professor," and he slid his wand up his sleeve but not before dispelling the shield.

"They're ready for you now," and the witch swept in. Behind her, the students looked up in wonder and Chris smiled when he heard Hermione whisper, "It's charmed to look like the sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A history."

It was noted with amusement from his friends and with some slight surprise from the school that his robes billowed out behind him eerily like a Potions Master. McGonagall waited next to a stool and her eyebrows rose when she saw the robes billowing and her eyes flickered towards the head table. Severus Snape just smirked, hiding his expression behind his goblet that he picked up while a seat over, Sirius Black chuckled slightly. Some of the first years yelped when the hat on the stool opened its mouth and began to sing. ((Insert First Year Sorting Hat Song.)) When the song ended, the hall applauded cheerfully and McGonagall nodded, unrolling a parchment in her hands.

"When I call your name, you will come to the stool and the hat will be placed on your head. The hat will then decide where you will go," the witch said. In the crowd of first years, Hayden blinked in amusement as Ron bristled, hissing darkly, "I hate the twins," Chris just laughed. "Abbot, Hannah."

There was a squeak and a girl was pushed forward. Chris watched as she headed towards the stool. Chris smiled and leaned over to the side, whispering towards Neville, "A sickle, Hufflepuff." The boy blinked and with a faint smile and a knowing glint in his eyes, he nodded. A moment later, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and Neville scowled though his lips were threatening to tilt up and he passed a silver coin into Chris's hands.

"Bones, Susan,"

Neville turned and grinned, saying, "Same wager, Hufflepuff," Chris nodded and a second later, he was handing his newly acquired sickle back to his owner. Blaise blinked when the coin passed in front of him and he threw a questioning glance at the two.

"Bet, right house wins," Chris said quickly. Blaise nodded and when "Boot, Terry" was called up, Blaise murmured,

"Ravenclaw, sickle." His two friends looked at each other and nodded.

"RAVENCLAW!" Chris and Neville grumbled and passed two coins to the Italian. This continued for a while, all three boys passing the coins back and forth depending on who won and Hayden looked at them in puzzlement.

"Granger, Hermione!" the witch next to all three of them squeaked and Blaise blinked when she didn't move. He sighed softly and pressed a gentle hand to her back and pushed her forward. Hermione stumbled and white faced, she sat on the stool.

"Ravenclaw, same wager," Blaise said softly.

"Gryffindor," Neville pressed and Chris added, "Slytherin,"

On the stool, Hermione fidgeted for a while and her face began to grow pink as she argued with the hat. Finally, the hat gave the equivalent of a snort and yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" As the girl beamed and handed the hat towards McGonagall, Neville happily pocketed two sickles and bounded up as his name was called.

"Hufflepuff," Blaise stated firmly. Chris seemed to debate it for a moment and he said, "Gryffindor,"

Hayden blinked when his brother and his Italian friend both toppled over when the word, "SLYTHERIN!" ripped from the hat's mouth. Neville seemed surprised himself as he took off the hat to give to McGonagall. Up at the head table, Sirius smirked and leaned across a surprised Filius Flitwick and said smugly, "You owe me a galleon Sev."

"Malfoy, Draco!" The blonde gave a small bow to Chris who rolled his eyes and the aristocrat sauntered forward, taking a seat on the stool. The hat came down and it took a moment before it opened its brim wide and shouted to a surprised audience, "GRYFFINDOR!" And as Draco calmly made his way towards the scarlet and gold bannered table, taking an open seat next to Hermione, Snape leaned over Flitwick and said to Sirius, "I owe you nothing."

"Are you two betting on the students?" Flitwick asked squeakily. Sirius and Snape both nodded and the small professor sighed.

Down on the floor, the bet between Blaise and Chris had died down and Chris was now idly counting tiles on the floor and how many candles were floating in the air. When he got to about 32 candles and 15 tiles near his feet, a nervous shuffle behind him alerted him that someone was trying to get through. The honey haired boy smiled weakly and he headed towards the stool.

"Theodore Nott," Blaise informed quietly, dark eyes watching the other sit on the stool. The first year's brows furrowed and he stiffened when something interfered with his senses. His eyes darted around and his lips pulled back into a half-snarl as he recognized the magic interfering. A vampire.

He sat quietly watching the proceedings before him and he brushed back a lock of amber-brown hair from his dark gray eyes. The shade had sensed him and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. He clapped politely when the latest first year, a small honey haired boy, Theodore Nott, was declared a Ravenclaw and he scrambled towards the bronze and navy table. Theodore was welcomed cheerfully and the boy smiled shyly before he turned gray-blue eyes towards the newest first year to be sorted, Pansy Parkinson.

He smiled fondly, remembering how he was like that. He stiffened and his eyes flickered towards the shade and their eyes locked. The older student grimaced faintly and nodded to the boy. It took a moment but the first year finally turned away.

Hayden muffled a yawn as he waited for his name to be called. After the Nott boy, a girl named Pansy Parkinson became a Slytherin, a pair of twins split, the one called Padma heading towards the Ravenclaw bannered table, the other heading towards the Gryffindors. Some other girl he didn't catch the name of became a Hufflepuff. Then,

"Potter, Christopher!" and his twin marched up, robes still billowing behind him. Hayden rolled his eyes at his brother. At the table, Flitwick looked at the two men he sat in between and asked, "Did you bet on what house he would go in?"

"No," was the simultaneous reply. The small wizard's brows furrowed.

"And why not? You did it for the Malfoy and Longbottom scions,"

"Because we both know where he's going," Sirius answered simply. "Chris's very fond of Severus you know and he's very cunning. Did you know that he pranked us? Us! The Legendary Marauders! Remus's Godson!"

"SLYTHERIN!" and the boy just smiled brightly to the stunned crowd, turned and waved brightly at Sirius and Snape before hurrying off to join Neville at the silver and green bannered table. Flitwick watched for a moment as the boy interacted with an older student politely and he asked, "What did he do?"

"Charmed everything pink and we could only sing whenever we opened out mouths for 24 hours. Remus was mortified when he went to work like that. Lily and Sev here got a kick out of it."

"Potter, Hayden!" The hat didn't even sit on his head for more than 3 seconds and the Gryffindor table was hooting as the Boy-Who-Lived joined their ranks. A black boy named Dean Thomas joined them and a girl, Lisa Turpin, joined the Ravenclaws. When Ron walked up, he blinked and the hat immediately called, "GRYFFINDOR!" and the redhead joined their table. That left Blaise.

Not even waiting his name, he walked up silently and gracefully and sat on the stood. The hat took a while with him and with the way Blaise's eyes was twitching, it obviously wasn't a good experience. A minute later, Blaise was declared a Slytherin and he joined Chris and Neville.

The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore stood and spread his arms wide. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. Let the feast begin!"

"Hey, Adrian," Neville asked an older student and the Slytherin who introduced himself as Adrian Pucey blinked and looked at the boy. "Who's the dude with the funky turban next to Sev?"

"Next to who?" was the reply and Neville blinked and laughed slightly.

"Sorry, I meant Professor Snape," Adrian hummed and looked up. His eyes darted around and he nodded.

"Oh, that's Professor Quirrell. He teaches Muggle Studies," and Neville thanked him quietly. His eyes looked at the man and he shuddered.

"Don't like him," the boy murmured. Across from him, Chris nodded an affirmative and instinctively scooted over when footsteps rang out behind him. Pucey blinked and the hall went quiet as the Ravenclaw joined them. He smiled weakly and Neville just smiled.

"Hello Theodore," Chris said brightly. "Sorry 'bout leaving so abruptly earlier. I'm a bit scatterbrained. Anyways, glad you joined us."

"So I've heard," Theodore answered with a soft laugh, reaching for a goblet. "It was rather lonely at my table. All the people I knew were either here or at the Gryffindors."

"Oi, shove over," hearing the voice, Chris sighed and looked up at two identical faces. The Slytherin table looked astonished and the younger Potter twin shifted slightly to allow room for the older students. Fred instantly squeezed himself between Chris and a bulky fourth year who Chris was pretty sure named Marcus Flint while George walked around and settled himself next to Neville and a new first year girl named Daphne Greengrass. Fred stabbed viciously into a potato on Chris's plate and chewed it thoughtfully before addressing Adrian and the boy he sat next to. "How was your summer Pucey? Higgs?"

"Er…" Adrian looked uncertain before answering, "Okay?" George smiled and reached for a roll.

"Glad to hear, I'm George, he's Fred," the redhead introduced to Theodore and Blaise.

"Theodore," the boy said softly. Blaise nodded and took a sip from his goblet before answering, "Blaise Zabini,"
"Cool. Nice ta meetcha," Fred greeted brightly, stabbing yet another morsel of food from Chris's plate. Adrian was surprised to see no argument and that the younger boy didn't care too much. The brunette just gathered more food onto his plate and Fred would continue to steal off it.

"Start getting used to this," Neville's voice cut in suddenly and some of the slytherins turned to look at the slightly pudgy boy. The boy calmly sliced his steak before looking up. "We don't particularly care for house alliances and the twins and Theo will probably show up more often. If not, we got to the other tables. Depends on how we're feeling." It took a minute before people began to realize that he was addressing the entire hall and hushed chatter began to break out. Neville just shrugged. "Hey Theo, pass the rolls will ya?"

The schools resident, though unknown, vampire stifled an amused grin as he watched the Slytherin table react. The hall had fallen silent when the Ravenclaw boy walked towards the table. The vampire had to wonder, having heard that the only people the younger boy knew were at Slytherin and Gryffindor, why he had gone towards the Slytherin table instead of the lions and he looked amused when he saw the shade mutter something to him and handed him a roll. The older teen twirled his fork in between his fingers and hummed thoughtfully, thinking over what he knew of the other creature.

Shades, like Vampires, were naturally dark creatures and were particularly gifted with stealth and speed. Unlike Vampires though, Shades were rumored to have the ability to travel through shadow to get to where they desired as well as controlling the shadows to their bidding but to his knowledge, it hadn't been proved yet. Shades also imprinted on someone they wished to claim, blocking other creatures from claiming them. That ability alone made them rather possessive and therefore, dangerous.

Perhaps it wasn't intentional, it looked like Zabini had subconsciously imprinted on the other boy. He hid a smile and placed his fork down, reaching for his goblet. That would prove interesting in later years to come.

"Dude, pass the chicken will you?" obliging, the Hufflepuff handed the platter over to the other and returned to his thoughts.

Chatter reigned around the hall as the food appeared and dinner continued. Hayden talked animatedly with his hands as he spoke with Hermione, Ron and Draco, waving broadly. Hermione giggled slightly and Draco looked amused while Ron talked back, also, with his hands. The older Potter twin didn't blink when his elbow jarred into someone when they stood up and Ron just smiled and waved his brothers off. It surprised the hall but not them when the two third years sidled up at the Slytherin table, engaging surprised Snakes into their conversations.

"Is it alright for them to be sitting there?" Hermione asked as the dessert appeared. "I mean, the school looks so stunned, will they get into trouble?"

"Nah," Hayden drawled. "Us Gryffs and the Slytherins have this rivalry thing going on and the snakes don't have that great of a rep but nowhere in the rules does it day you can't sit with other houses. Mum told me that it was encouraged for people to sit with other houses. So, don't worry 'bout it 'Mione."

"Now that we have all been fed," Dumbledore called attention to him, his voice ringing off the walls and the wizard stood. "Welcome again, to the school, new and returning students. Mr. Filch would like me to tell you that there is a list of things that are liable to get you in trouvle hanging on his door including but not limited to, Dungbombs or any Zonko's products and he would like you to follow them please and there should be no magic in the halls between classes.

"Quidditch trials will take place one week from now and it should be noted that first years are not allowed on the house teams. Anyone interested, please contact Madame Hooch," then the wizard's face turned grave and serious. "This year, the third floor corridor is completely off limits. Any who does not wish to suffer a horrible death please avoid that corridor. In fact, I'd hope you all would avoid that corridor. If anyone is found lurking there will receive an automatic detention."

"Another note is that the forbidden forest is also off limits," here his eyes turned towards the Slytherin Table, looking pointedly at the Weasley twins, who were, talking quietly to Chris who laughed softly at their words. The wizard fought the urge to roll his eyes. Inwardly, he was worried if a new generation of the Marauders would rise, given that the Weasley Twins were the best pranksters of their age and Chris was the son of a Marauder. Deciding not to dwell too much on that terrifying thought, the wizard flicked his wand and bright ribbons formed words. "Now, before we all head to sleep, the school song!"

The school blinked as one but they all shrugged and stood, beginning to sing in various, and some really chopped, tunes. At the Slytherin table, Chris and Neville decided to make things interesting and they alternated between a wedding march, a really fast Weird Sisters' song and a Christmas jingle. When they finished, they collapsed into laughter and the school waited as Fred and George finished their slow funeral march, conducted by Dumbledore himself. Fred and George grinned before ruffling Chris's and Theodore's hair. The Ravenclaw blinked and the action and missed the slight, small frown that Blaise possessed.

"See ya later. Gotta head to the Lion's Den," and the twins trotted off. Theodore smiled slightly at the new friends he made before hurrying off behind his housemates. Blaise and the other slytherins watched him go and the former stilled, slightly wary, when he met eyes with the vampire. He blinked when he was given a nod and frowning slightly in confusion, he nodded back.

"C'mon, let's go Blaise," the Slytherins headed towards the dungeons.

"Welcome to the ever proud Slytherin House," a prefect said as he swept the first years into the common room. "Boys, the dorms are to your left, Girls the same on your right. This is exactly as it sounds. It is the Slytherin common room and shall remain so as it had for centuries. No outsiders are to be permitted to the room—yes Firstie?"

"I would like to object to something you said," Neville called out boldly. "Salazaar Slytherin, if nothing was at the very least polite, it would be more accurate to say 'Gentlemen, the dorms are to your left, ladies, the same on your right,'" he emphasized the word, Ladies. A few of the slytherins looked surprised at his audacity while the girls nodded appreciatively.

"Cocky much Nev?" Chris hissed from the corner of his mouth. The slightly pudgy boy just tilted his head and waited a reply. The prefect looked slightly annoyed but said nothing more. After that, the house began to disperse, the first years instantly heading upstairs to claim a bunk.

And so passed the first night at Hogwarts.

A/N: Here's the end! I shall admit now that I am a Blaise/Theo shipper. There will some hints here and there but nothing really major until a bit later. A reviewer asked me about our lovely Luna Lovegood and as much as I love her to death, she will not appear for a while. Now here's a sneak peak since I won't be able to update for a while. Sorry. XD This was also a sort of filler chapter too. XD

Sneak Peak at the Chapter 3/4 (Haven't decided XD):

For some reason or other, the moment the other's broom began to buck, nearly sending him off, a bone chilling fear dropped into his gut over the safety of a boy he had just met. Wide eyes looked up as the boy began to lose control of his broom and he clung to it like a lifeline, yelping when the broom was about to buck him off again. Below the terrified student, Madame Hooch had drawn her wand, intent of helping him only to have it knocked from her hands when the broom began to rocket towards them, scattering the students and heading straight towards the wall.

Fear raced through his veins and without thinking, he summoned his own school broom to his hands and after swinging his legs over, he kicked off the ground, ignoring his name being called. He swerved quickly, pushing his broom and flashed in front of the frightened boy. Eyes wide with fear met his and he wrapped his arms around the other student, bracing himself for when their moment sent both of them flying into the wall with a sickening crack.

His lips parted with a muted gasp of pain and they began their descent downwards. Madame Hooch, who had regained her wand, as well as Professors McGonagall and Flitwick who had both seen what had happened from their classrooms and stormed out, instantly cast charms to help slow their descent. The two landed on the ground with soft thumps and their brooms dropped gracelessly next to them. Only one moved, gingerly shifting the other.

Tada! Can anyone guess who the two are? I have New Year Poppers for anyone who gets it right! They come in gold, silver, green, and scarlet! XD Oh and anyone care to wager a guess who the vampire is? I told what house he's in. He's a Hufflepuff and yes he's a cannon character. Please Read and Review. Thanks!