Chapter 1: The Start of a New Year!
AN: Hey guys! I'm back again, and earlier than I said I was going to be! Wow! Ok, so time for my sob story, this got over 10 views, and I was like, expecting this to suck a lot. And honestly, for Clash of the Wizards, I was only expecting like, one view. So thank you, my faithful 17 viewers, and the added bonus of someone following it! Shout out to you, marieskeez! I love you for being the first to follow/favorite my story! And you could be loved to!
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The Sports Age of Hogwarts
By - Cardryer
Chapter 1
"Pity you couldn't attach an extra arm to yours Malfoy. Then it could catch the Snitch for you."
~ Harry Potter
Harry
The feast the night before had been pretty uneventful, save for the broken nose and the eventful carriage ride with Luna Lovegood. As of now, I was making my way down the the Great Hall for breakfast. Today was the first day of classes back at Hogwarts. Yesterday we found out we had a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, a certain Professor Umbridge, a member of the Ministry of Magic, and a woman at my hearing. Many of the students also noticed an empty chair at the end of the staff table, which many of the teachers were also looking at it in question. When the time came to announce new teachers, Dumbledore stole a glance at the empty chair before continuing.
I was almost to the Hall before my two best friends came and joined.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione said in a cheerful tone.
"Hey, Hermione," I replied back to her.
"Are you ready for our first day of classes?" asked Ron. Hermione was obviously ready, probably reading all of the wizarding books published by now. Ron and I, on the other hand, were probably thinking about the loads of homework that' going to be piled on top of them because of the O.W.L.S. this year.
We reached the oak doors of the Great Hall, already bustling and bursting with noise. Together we pushed the heavy doors open and were greeted by the sight of the majority of the Hogwarts student body. We discretely found themselves a quiet spot. I looked up to the staff table and saw Professor Umbridge staring coldly at everyone. Dumbledore was talking with Professor McGonagall about something and Professor Flitwick was animatedly chatting with Professor Sprout. Snape was unfortunate enough to be stuck sitting next to Umbirdge, who had started cheerfully talking to him. When the hook-nosed teacher caught my gaze, his scowl deepened.
Serves him right, I thought.
It was a while before anything happened. We discussed things, such as Umbridge, the empty chair, classes, and homework. The Great Hall was filled with students, the Heads of House getting up to hand out the schedules. The only thing that I thought was off was the Dumbledore was still sitting at the middle of the staff table, his eyes twinkling.
Then the Great Hall's doors burst open.
Draco
I was late. To breakfast. When I woke up, the damp dungeon was devoid of people, and I knew I was late. I should've been up hours ago! Brooding or something, the way people think the Prince of Slytherin House should. Instead, when my head hit the pillow, I was out cold.
The second I got up, I rushed to peel off my tight undershirt and stuff on my Hogwarts robes. I grabbed my book-bag and wand and stuffed it haphazardly into my shoe and rushed out of the commons room, flying down the empty halls to the Great Hall. The doors were swinging on their hinges, and everyone seemed to be staring at something. Or someone.
At first I thought they were all staring at me. But then I realized that their vision was pulled more to the center of the Hall. I followed their gazes and my eyes fell upon… well, something.
It was a girl. Well, not a girl. She looked about 19 or 21. It was hard to tell. She was wearing a bright pink…thing that covered her upper torso, which was twisting to a rhythm seemingly in her head. On the bottom she was wearing tight-looking short-shorts. On her feet were sneakers with a big swoosh on the side, in a black and rainbow colour. Her short, choppy cut, blue-streaked hair was brought together in a short ponytail at the base of her neck. On her left bicep there was some sort of device was strapped to it. In her ears were white… I don't know how to explain this…
Look, I know muggles are more technologically advanced than wizards, but just what is she doing?! Whatever it was, I don't think it qualified as dancing.
Then she started to sing. Well, she might've been singing when she walked in, but I was too overwhelmed when I walked in. But she had the most beautiful singing voice I had ever heard.
The song was also a beautiful piece of art. Definitely not wizard rock. Something like muggle soft rock. Or… when I heard the first lyrics of the song, though, I was immediately captured. It made you want to weep tears. I stood, glued to the spot, hundreds upon hundreds of eyes on the girl, softly swaying to the beat in her ears, the melody sung from her pale pink lips. I listened intently, as did the whole Great Hall. The acoustics of the Hall made it sound perfect.
Oh, Miss Believer
My pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind
Is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders
Prove that it's colder
Inside your head
Than the winter of dead
I will tell you
I love you
But the muffs on your ears
Will cater your fears
My nose and feet
Are running as we start
To travel through snow
Together we go
We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower
Oh, Miss Believer
My pretty weeper
Your twisted thoughts
Are like snow on the rooftops
Please, take my hand
We're in foreign land
As we travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go
We get colder
As we go grow older
We will walk
So much slower
As soon as she was done, she opened her eyes and finally seemed to notice all the eyes on her. She looked like she was about to say something, but her eyes widened and the girl- woman- started jumping up and down with excitement.
She waited for a moment before taking a deep breath and nearly belting the next set of lyrics.
They said all teenagers scare
The living shit outta me
They could care less
As long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone
But not me
She was about to continue but noticed the headmaster staring at her and quickly reached up to one of the thin, white tethers connecting the device on her bicep to her ear.
"Oh, uh… hello," she choked out, uncertainly. I noticed I was still standing and hurried off to the Slytherin table and sat next to Blaise Zabini, an old family friend.
Dumbledore smiled from the staff table and stood up, causing all the students to cease the whispering that they had started to do after she finished her song.
"Students and staff, may I please introduce our newest faculty member, Miss Cody Claymore!" he introduced with gusto. A barely audible round of applause came from a few uncertain staff members. Cody shuffled under the gaze of so many eyes.
"Uh… hehe, well, this i-isn't how I thought I'd be i-introduced, here in England, yeah, but yeah. I'm Cody Claymore. Uh… I'm going to be teaching a new mandatory curriculum…" This… girl, looked so uncertain that she earned the Malfoy Scoff. I snorted and leaned over to whisper something to Zabini, but was interrupted by a very angry sounding voice.
"Ex-cuse me?!" she snapped a finger in my direction. I stared at her, disbelief clearly written across my face. I heard from over at the Gryffindor table Potter and his friends laughing. Suddenly, Cody rounded on them, too.
"Hey! Over here! I am TALKING," she nearly shouted, earning several winces from the teachers.
"I'm the new PE coach, and I will be taking NO SHIT from ANYBODY. Is that clear?" Her eyes scanned over the four tables, many first years almost visibly shaking in fear.
So. She can bite. It has become more apparent now that she is not from England, but in fact is an American.
I scoffed again.
Fucking Yankees.
Cody
I haven't been here for even TEN MINUTES and I'm already losing my very short temper. The thing's sparking like a fuse and all because some guy thinks he can sass ME. Well, Mr. High-and-Mighty-Wizard-Boy, you haven't faced the wrath of Cody Claymore yet! Especially when I'm the new PE coach. HAHA. I gave my most murderous glare to the platinum haired boy before bringing my attention back to Professor Dumbledore, an old friend of mine.
I walked up to the staff table, ignoring the looks I was getting from the students, and stopped in front of Dumlbedore's seat at the table. Uncertain eyes found me and stared. Or maybe at that pink… toad staring at me too. I looked at it in slight disgust before returning my attention to Dumbles, placing my hands on my hips and cocking my them to one side.
I was about to speak, before a small "he-hem" came from the general direction of the toad. I chose to ignoring, opening my mouth again. This time, the toad chose to be louder, earning a near-glass-shattering "WHAT?!" from me.
The toad looked slightly shocked, but regained its composure, and began speaking. Ugh! Its voice is horrible. High-pitched and screechy as fuck.
"Hello there. I'm sure you probably already know who I am but, I am Dolores Umbridge, and I work for the Ministry of Magic, and I think you sho-" I cut her off by angrily.
"I don't take orders from Ministry dogs" I spat out. "Not from this Ministry, anyway. I'm here under direct orders of the Magical Congress of the United States. I won't be listening to a toad like you". Maybe I came on a little too strong. The toad looked at me in disbelief and I heard snickers from the students behind me. Umrbidge regained her composure and started talking again.
"W-well, if that is the case, I would expect that you have conformation of this on your person?" she asked, with an evil glint in her eye. I slid my phone out of the armband. A small business card fluttered down to the table, landing in front of Umbridge. She eyed it warily before picking up the card, eyeing me in the process. The golden lettering on the purple card glinted in the sunlight as Dolores dropped it with a gasp, before screeching out, "No! That can't be! Yo-you-"
She was at a loss for words. All I did was smirk and pick up the fallen card, twirling it in my fingers before sliding it back into the armband, the card flashing its golden letters. I looked back to Dumbledore, the request still in my mouth.
"I need a gym," I said to him, casually leaning on the table. I heard some students in the back gasp.
"Did she really say-?"
"So she really is-?"
"Aw crap, GYM CLASS?!"
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with amusement, the same way they did when he hired me.
"I'm afraid, that you will have to provide yourself with this luxury…" Dumbledore said, amused. Cue sighs of relief from the muggle-borns. My eyes hardened, before amusement crept in.
"Ugh-, you're killin' me here, man!" I picked myself off the table, crossing over to the front again. "I thought we were bros!" I pleaded with him with my eyes, giving him what his sister called the 'puppy-dog look'.
"I stand by my statement. Besides, it'll be fun, for you at least" Dumbledore said with finality. I groaned and trudged to my seat at the end of the staff table, grumbling the whole time. When I sat down, the students and teachers got up, signaling that breakfast was over. I slammed my head down onto the table and groaned extra loud, earning stares from students and teachers alike.
I picked myself off the table yet again and tried to remember the schedule Dumbles gave me before the start of term. First period was a free period, then seventh years, sixth years, fifth years, lunch, yada yada. I passed McGonagall passing out some schedules and snatched one from her stack. September 2nd is a Friday this year, I thought, my eyes skimming the rows and columns, checking to see if I was actually right about my schedule for once.
"Aha!" I exclaimed, startling two second years right in earshot. "I was right! But seriously, four periods before lunch? I'm starting to regret such an early breakfast…" There was just one more thing I needed to do before my first class. And that was to decide where to put a gym.
AN: So? How was the first actual chapter of the story? Eh? Eh? It's not that I'm not confident in my writing skills, it's just that when I go back and look at the story like, a couple of months from now… The cringe is real. So, Cody ain't taking no shit from anybody. Not even the infamous Golden Trio. She's got spunk and at-i-tude. So, some small spoilers, this story if going to focus more on, degrading the Golden Trio, mainly for being nosy, and also for their ability not to forgive until one like, dies or something. So, this is sort of just me hating on the Golden Trio, but also wanting to delve into the realm of Draco Malfoy. The movies didn't portray him as a good person, or a particularly smart one for that matter, and even in the books, I was sad about the hate he got, even if he was an asshole. Also. CODY IS IMPORTANT THAT'S WHY THERE ARE ONLY THREE POINTS OF VIEW. BUT. We- excuse me- I may add in 3rd Person. Also, I'm not entirely sure if the two songs (Oh Miss Believer and Teenagers) are apart of the public database thing, but, uh… I dunno man. To clear some /possible/ confusions, Cody is more like, a recreation director. Going into the arts and sports instead of usually academics. She's also like a teacher's assistant and may be subbing for some teaches. Well, I think that's all I need to say for now. Bye guys!
~cardryer