A/N: For the purpose of this story, I'm setting Winter Break to start at the end of the second week of December. Luckily, if you don't know or want to know what year I decided to set this you won't have to know because luckily the events coincide so perfectly it's scary! Sort of a Spoiler for this chapter but Fun fact, in 1993 and 2013 the full moon both happens on a tuesday the third week of December. In case you were curious! The 14th and the 16th. Yes I do my research!
ALSO the reason Blaise is so willing to play the game is that he doesn't realize it's a muggle game, as he doesn't associate with muggles. In fact, none of them do so none of them realize that their playing a durty muggle game. Since there is a slight magic twist on it, Blaise is none the wiser. As they say, Ignorance is bliss.
Someone requested more Loki and friends so...

Disclaimer- I don't own anything

Chapter 6 - Welcome to Hogwarts - Part I

That bloody worthless mortal girl. She was nosy, rude, and pitiful. Greatest witch of her generation? Loki scoffed at the title. What a foolish group of mortals if she was their best asset. They were doomed to fail. And what kind of name was Hermeyoknee? Who would doom their child with such a ridiculous name? Mortals, that's who. Loki stalked off from the dinner table, uttering rude words under his breath. That girl and her side-kicks had confronted him with some foolish notion that he was the real Loki from Norse mythology. Well, he was, but that was no business of hers! He had quickly and efficiently shot her down, his superior wit putting her in her place. incompetent mortals.

The Tuesday had gone quite like this: Loki had awoken with the sun, rising in a princely manner, as he'd had drilled into him since adolescence. He washed himself in all the areas he could reach, and dressed himself in relatively formal wear. The school wasn't in session so he was permitted to wear his own clothes. These had been a lovely gift from his Frigga clone, such a wonderful mother. He gathered with his acquaintances in the Slytherin common room and made their way to breakfast. It was a peaceful breakfast, Loki sat with the Slytherins who had stayed behind.

"Hey, Loki, look. Your fanclub has eyes on you again," Blaise said through snickers. Loki turned around slowly to glare at the trio of students who had been a pain in his side his entire stay at the school. The girl and the boy with the glasses had the courtesy to look away, ashamed, but the daft looking red-head continued to watch Loki with narrowed eyes. Loki, being who he was, grabbed a reddish fruit and a knife. He spun back around in his seat, facing the red head and slowly, agonizingly slowly, sunk the knife into the fruit. He lightly squeezed it, letting the juices seep from the cut. He grinned maliciously at the stunned red head before ripping the knife through the fruit and putting on his best glare. The other two, who had seen the interaction, quickly stood up and left, pulling their idiot friend who could hardly move with them.

Loki turned back around and grinned as the group of Slytherins he sat with began laughing. Loki reveled in the attention and placed the ruined fruit on his finished plate. "Merlin's beard, Loki, he looked about ready to faint!" Draco said jovially. Loki rolled his eyes and elbowed the blonde boy. He merely continued laughing.

Their upbeat moods lasted through the day as the group gathered in the common room to play various Wizard games which Loki had a rough understanding of. The chess game was easy enough and he crushed all but Draco at the game. His strategizing wasn't something to be laughed at on Asgard, nor here on Earth, and the destroyed New York testified to it. He did have to admit that he had yet to formulate a worthy plan to conquer the Wizard part of Earth yet. He figured first he'd have to take down this odd Moldy Wart person he overhead some talk about with fear. He was trying to steal Loki's throne, and he couldn't have that.

The heat of the fire was getting to him so Loki pulled up his wavy black hair, which he had quit gelling, into a ponytail. As he moved his knight, he heard some girls squeal at the other side of the room. In surprise (not fear, totally not fear), Loki glanced at them. They were all staring. At him. Loki could practically see the hearts in their eyes. He quickly turned back to his game in annoyance (not fear, not fear) and watched Draco take one of his pawns. It ended up being a very close game, as it always was with them, but Draco still conquered. Loki glared at him as the aristocratic blonde snickered in triumph. Loki figured he'd charm his blankets to stick to his bed later in revenge.

"We should get out more. We live practically underground. Have you ever noticed that?" Blaise questioned, who had been watching their game with an odd sort of intensity. "It's like the other founders didn't want to deal with us so they tossed us underground. Wow. You can't tell me you never noticed that? We live in practically the worst area of the Castle! It's cold and damp and downright disgusting outside of our dorms and common rooms!" Blaise was raising his voice with every sentence and now the entire common room looked at him oddly. "I mean, we're the best house! I shouldn't be living in such squalor. Why do I put up with this? I'm better than those Muggle lovers and Mudbloods! We should be in the best rooms of the castle! But instead, we're cast away like outsiders." Blaise glared at the ground in indignation as his incredibly uncharacteristic outburst hung in the air. Blaise's normally unconfrontational attitude gave it a weight none of them were prepared for. Though it was rudely stated, his argument did have merit. They are living in the worst part of the castle. They lived in the dungeons for Merlin's sake! It was created to hold criminals!

Blaise stood abruptly and practically dragged Draco and Loki outside with him. Loki's immediate instinct was to get out of his hold, but decided to humor the boy. Many of the Slytherins followed behind, wanting to see what exactly Blaise had in mind. It was much to cold to fly and they weren't sure what else there was to do on the school grounds worthy of their time. The moment they exited the doors, the cold hit them literally in the face. Snow was flung in their faces by the light winds and Loki seemed the only one unaffected. That was, until he noticed Blaise hadn't even hesitated in his quest to drag them outside.

"Blaise, quit this foolishness and let us go," Draco almost demanded. Blaise gave him a condescending look and continued until they reached far enough that they had ample space to do as they pleased. The snow was piled high but packed tight enough to allow them to walk over it with their feet sinking in only a foot. It was slightly hard to walk, but Blaise didn't seem to mind. The arrogant boy dropped the two's arms and spun around to face the large group of green and silver clad students of varying ages. Even some of the seventh years had followed in curiosity.

"One of my mother's many husbands once showed me this interesting game." Blaise pulled out his wand and flicked it at some snow, which hopped up from the ground in a perfect sphere and landed in his hand. "You transfigure the snow into these spheres and then," he abruptly threw the snowball and his an unsuspecting fourth year directly in the nose. The girl looked absolutely stunned, but slightly amused. She began laughing, as did her friends as they all took out their wands and created snow balls, took aim, and fired directly at Blaise. The rest of the group took out their wands and scattered, dodging and throwing the snow at each other.

Loki watched amused before he himself was hit in the back of the head. This is war, he thought darkly and turned to find out who hit him. It, of course, was Draco, who was sniggering and holding his wand. Loki, in anger, raised his arms, snow balls rising along with them. Draco's faced morphed into one of fear as Loki flung the twenty or so balls of snow directly at him. He, in a stunning display of speed and intelligence, waved his wand and created a wall of snow. Loki did the same and the two waged all out war. Soon, the others were picking sides, some with Loki and the others with Draco. The two fortresses were impressive and finely crafted as the students popped up on both sides, flinging snow at the other.

It must have been an hour or so before other houses joined in the fun. Loki hadn't thought they would, considering they were Slytherins, but suddenly he was spotting flashes of yellow, blue, and red throughout the teams. Snow was flying at top speeds through the air and Loki, even with his jotun abilities, couldn't block them all. The students were covered in snow with rosy cheeks, laughing and enjoying the winter. It was incredibly, how such a simple game could bring people together. Loki had never, in all of his years, thought he would be in this situation. He wasn't going to complain, this had to be the most fun he'd had in years!

Loki spotted his fan club walk past them, gazing in surprise at the camaraderie between the houses. They continued on, heading towards the big man's shack. As the door shut behind him, Loki forgot all about the three weirdest Hogwarts students. The snow war waged for a few more hours before dinner time came and the students headed in, laughing and wiping snow from their hair. Loki thought he spotted the Headmaster watching from a window, an oddly nostalgic smile of his face, but Loki dismissed it. Whether it was the Headmaster or not, Loki didn't feel the need to find out.

The teachers looked stunned when the group of students barged in and sat spread out with their new friends. The Slytherins mostly stuck to their table, but some Hufflepuffs and a few Ravenclaw students sat with them. The Gryffindors were almost all at the Hufflepuff table, besides the Loki fan club. There were a couple at the Ravenclaw table who chatted amiably. It was lucky that there weren't many students or Loki was sure this wouldn't be possible. Loki sat with Draco and Blaise in their usual spot, but no one really expected different.

"I wish Pansy could have been here for this," Draco mused. Loki scoffed in amusement and Blaise grinned at him. "What?" He asked, oblivious.
"What, do you have a crush on her?" Blaise said mockingly.

Draco looked almost outraged and denied but Blaise continued his teasing. Loki just grinned at their interactions and continued eating.
That is, until the three Gryffindors headed to where Loki was seating. He looked at them in annoyance and the freckled boy shrunk a little to Loki's amusement. Loki wasn't surprised at their next words. "Loki," the girl said. "Could we speak with you? Privately?" She glanced firmly at the other Slytherins, as did the other two, the red-head glaring at Draco.

"Oh, bugger off Gryffindorks," Draco spat at them. Loki hushed him and stood, following the three to the unoccupied Gryffindor table, Draco huffing indignantly behind him.

"What is it, I have business I could be attending to," Loki said harshly. The three narrowed their eyes at him and examined him closely. "I didn't come here to be visually dissected, you imbeciles, now if you state your business, I'll be glad to dismiss you and return to people who matter." The three glared harder but the bushy haired girl cleared her throat and began.

"We know," she put simply. Loki gave them another annoyed look and had to hold himself back from impaling the idiots.

"Lovely. It's nice to know you have some brains up there. Now, I'll be on my way now, glad to help," Loki responded with in annoyance. He didn't feel like responding maturely to them and he knew if he acted like he was going to leave, they would finally get out whatever they were trying to tell him.

"Wait!" The boy who liked to make pots shouted when Loki stood and began to leave. Loki stopped, huffed, turned, and promptly sat back down.

"We know that you're Loki," he said. Loki's head almost split in half when he heard that. The stupidity of these three was astounding. How did they even function in the world? Loki was too annoyed to even reply to that and just sat quietly giving them the most annoyed and angered look he could muster.

"What he means is we know you're the real Loki. From the myths. Don't bother denying it, because I have proof," the bushy haired girl said snidely. Loki narrowed his eyes at her and leaned forward on the table. They all leaned back slightly, which gave Loki a bit of satisfaction.

"Look, here, you idiotic masses of flesh. My name is Loki, and I am from Scandinavia. I don't know what kind of delusions you people are indulging yourselves in, but I want no part of it. Feel free to imagine I'm some god the Vikings worshiped back in whenever, but do not bring me into it. There is no possibility you could have proof, because it doesn't exist. There is no proof because it's not true, so kindly keep yourselves out of my life and stick to yourselves. Good day." Loki slammed his hands on the table and got up with another huff. The three looked about ready to stop him but were silenced by Loki's menacing glare. He stalked off and that brings us back to where we started.

Loki continued to think rude thoughts which he didn't feel an ounce of guilt over and continued walking until he was outside the school. He could feel his magic coursing through him, a wonderful feeling after the time locked away. He let it flow through him and longed for a reason to put it to use. Loki continued walking until he happened upon a large tree. He had heard of the tree before, apparently it could attack people. Well, here was Loki's chance. He noticed a trap door at the base of the tree and decided to explore. He remembered a similar incident in his childhood when Thor and his friends had baited him into climbing through a trap door in their house. A large snake was waiting on the other side and Loki had shape-shifted into a snake to avoid being eaten. He had slithered out of there and had enacted his revenge on the frightened group by creating a bunch of snakes and slithered around the floor, pouring out from the trap door. They had screamed like small children and had later yelled at Loki. (a/n i made that entire thing up, no norse mythology just random memory) None of them had mentioned that incident to anyone, for it was very odd circumstances and they both would have gotten into a lot of trouble.

Loki figured this time would not turn out the same, as the chances were very low that there would be a large man-eating snake on the other side of the door. Loki strut forward, fully intent to go through that door when the Willow began Whomping. It swung its mighty branches directly at Loki, who ducked and dodged. Loki rolled out of the way of a potentially fatal swing and began running for the door. A branch came hurtling towards him and Loki threw up a wall, which it smashed right through. He flung himself towards the tree and accidentally elbowed some sort of knot in the trunk. The menacing tree which had no business on the grounds of a school immediately stopped all movement and Loki threw open the door before it began swinging again.

He trudged through a grimy sort of passageway and entered a house. It wasn't a house, really, but more of a shack. He stopped his critical eye when he sensed that same presence. The one similar and yet different from Fenrir. Almost as if it was a dulled version, dulled by human. It made sense, he felt that same presence on -

Remus Lupin.

A snarling creature huddled in the corner, spit dribbling down it's wolven muzzle. It's eyes flashed with recognition when Loki stepped closer and the wolf jumped on a bed. It barked at him, as if warning him to stay back, but Loki disregarded the creature. Loki knew he shouldn't be doing this but he figured he wasn't going to stay in the school much longer anyhow, so he didn't stop himself.

"Lupin." The wolf's eyes widened, if that was even possible, and it hesitated. "Remus. Lupin. I should have known." The wolf watched as Loki took another step forward and examined him. "It's odd though, why are you so...tame?" The wolf turned his head and Loki followed his eyes to see an empty potions bottle on the ground. He picked it up and smelled it. He wasn't sure exactly what the mixture was, but he could smell, "Acontine?" The wolf nodded and Loki dropped the bottle with surprise. Acontine, also known as Wolfsbane, was an incredibly poisonous plant that Loki did not have the wish to encounter. He couldn't tell what else was in the potion but from the sight of the completely alive wolf-man Loki knew there must be some sort of balancing agent.

Loki's head shot towards the trap door. Was that a scream? He heard it again and heard the wolf-man howl behind him. There were more, more screams. Loki ran to the door and flew it open, sprinting down the decaying corridor and peaked out of the trap door. The Willow tree was smacking anything that neared it in an almost desperate fashion as small air crafts flew above it. Loki felt the soft brush of fur as the wolf peaked its head out. Loki placed a hand on it's back, willing it to stay put, and the Wolf looked at him in anger. This was a big problem.

The Chitauri were here.

A/N: Aahhh, glorious cliffhangers. You will never understand how happy the snowball scene and dinner made me. Also, I know it's kind of short but it is a two part so. R/R!