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Fluer paid little attention to the sermon the head of Hogwarts was giving. She had already assumed that whatever it was that he was saying would be directed at her and her peers who had come in from Beauxbatons for the opportunity to study abroad. For her though it was so much more.

This was an escape, a chance to get away from those who sent her venomous looks and whispered behind her back. She knew that six weeks would only give her a reprieve and there was a vast chance that in her brief time here she would make more enemies than friends but what would be would be. Even now she could see some students momentarily gaze at her before whispering potentially poisonous words to the person seated behind them. None of the other students who had journeyed with her would be judged as harshly as her but she cared not, she wasn't particularly close with any of them.

"Your hair is lovely," came a petite voice from nearby.

"Excuse me," she said looking at the student whom she had seated next to, a first year if she were to guess.

"The colour of your hair, it is quite lovely, I found myself admiring it," she clarified.

"Oh, umm, thank you?" said Fleur, unsure of the situation she was in. It had been a long time since she had received a compliment of any sort that didn't have a follow up that would be to the other person's theoretical benefit. This, this simply seemed unnaturally genuine.

"Are there any particularly interesting natural, or perhaps unnatural, phenomena occurring over in France any time soon that you know of?" asked the first year.

"Unnatural phenomena?" repeated Fleur unsure just what was being asked of her. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name."

"My name is Luna, Luna Lovegood," introduced the Hogwarts student. "Might I know your name?"

"Fleur Delacour."

"Does this make us friends? I don't have many friends."

Of all the things that had been asked of her thus far, this by far the strangest. Then the secondary part of her words came into play and Fleur started to realize that they were perhaps not so different. Was she ostracized much like herself because she was different?

Before she could give an answer however there was the sound of flapping wings resonating through the hall, twelve owls swooping in all at the one time, It wasn't the owls themselves that drew the attention towards them, it was the bright red envelopes that they carried.

Howlers. All twelve owls carried howlers.

An odd hush surrounded the hall as the letters were dropped from high up, twirling through the air and slowly dipping towards their intended targets with the assistance of gravity. Everyone was tense, all of them completely uncertain as to who would be getting yelled at and why there were so many of them being delivered simultaneously.

Before they could reach their intended targets however they stopped, hovering in midair and prior to anybody wondering just what was going on they opened as one. Surprisingly, no screeching voice came forth, no accusing words depicting slander or malice, but a beat.

An odd beat, one which many of the witches and wizards in attendance could not understand. After all, all it was two footsteps followed by a handclap and a brief pause before the entire thing was repeated. It was clear that it was music, primitive as it may have seemed. It may have also been through this confusion that nobody seemed to notice a final howler dropping down before hovering in front of the faculty. When this one opened, words did spring forth, a cacophony of voices in harmony singing as one.

'Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise

Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace

Kicking your can all over the place, singin'

We will, we will rock you

We will, we will rock you'

Those from a muggle background or who had prior knowledge of the non-magical music world had, once the confusion worn off, had started stamping on the ground and clapping their hands in rhythm to the beat. Those who knew the lyrics when the second verse came along began to sing, some surprising the students next to them. Daphne wasn't sure what to think when Tracy belted out the words. It was somewhere between shocked and appalled but she was also grateful that her friend wasn't the only member on the Slytherin table to be singing along.

Fleur meanwhile was shocked at the whole performance, much like how she assumed the rest of her peers were currently feeling. Was this a normal day for Hogwarts? Was this something special for today only, to welcome her and the others from Beauxbatons? No, it couldn't have been; far too many people had been panicking at the first sight of the howlers, for good reason but still.

Her thoughts were distracted once more as the song came to an abrupt end as the third chorus came to a close and the envelopes exploded one after the other, confetti raining down on the students, many of which who were applauding the spectacle. "I believe that Potter Club just hijacked the day," said Luna. "Either that or nobody is ever angry with people anymore and this was an advertisement by the company that makes howlers."

"Potter Club?" repeated Fleur choosing to ignore the second half of Luna's list of potential explanations.

"Yes, from what the other students have told me, Potter Club is a group of students who are determined to make magic magical again and have fun."

"So this, all those howlers, was just to have some fun?" questioned Fleur.

"I believe so," said Luna.

"That's...that's..."

"Would you like me to tell you more of what I know?" asked Luna.

"I would like that...friend."

"It will be a pleasure."

...

It was interesting to see how a single incident could affect the school as a whole. Not even a week had passed since the rock ballad had blared out and it was surprising to see just how those unfamiliar with Muggle music had taken it. Already a Muggle Music Members, swiftly labeled the Triple M, had been formed where all were welcome to compare favourite artists, genres and were even encouraged to sing a verse or two. Through some sort of trickery they had already managed to secure themselves an acoustic guitar from one of the sixth year students, having founded the group and solidified his leadership with a rendition of Eric Clapton's 'Layla.'

The Muggle Studies professor had also found themselves bombarded with questions they were ill prepared to answer in the different types of ways Muggles could create music. Professor Flitwick had issues as well, the Frog Choir wanting to perform songs he had never heard of. The diminutive professor had been spotted on more than one occasion frequenting the Triple M Studio, though none of the students seemed to mind and encouraged him to visit more often.

Understandably there had been those who had completely rejected the idea of having muggle music reverberating through the corridors. Several students from Slytherin house, all of pureblood standing, had tried to sabotage the creation of the club from being formed. What was surprising though was that when they had gone to Professor Snape for his support in the matter he merely claimed that he would not spend precious time fighting pointless battles. Said students had tried to take things into their own hands and consequently found themselves serving detention with Professor Sprout.

Harry currently found himself inside the Triple M studio, he and a handful of other students currently listening to Hannah Abbott, Alicia Spinnet and Penelope Clearwater sang in unison. Their version of Tina Turner's 'What's Love Got To Do With It," was being enjoyed by all in attendance. From his count there were about fifteen students currently in attendance along with Septima Vector, the Arithmancy professor marking work on her lap while her right foot tapped in rhythm.

As the final chorus concluded, a rapturous round of applause broke out from those in attendance. The trio of girls returned to their seats, Harry opting to make himself scarce before the next act began. There was still an hour or so until dinner and he wanted to pop by the library to check up on a couple of things. If anyone were to ask, he was just going to check up on some facts for his Charms assignment. It was partially true, one downside with having come back in time with all of one's knowledge was that trying to write up assignments and making it sound like you were several years younger was difficult.

Really though he was working on his next project.

He knew that Potter Club had met up since the day the Great Hall had heard the sound of Queen. He, like the rest of the Potter Club, had been summoned the previous Thursday but he opted not to go. The summons had likely come from Hermione, or perhaps even one or both of the Weasley twins had wished to speak with the group as a whole.

Still though, he needed to do something big to show that he was still the head honcho. The main thing though was that, like the musical number in the Great Hall, it needed to craft some manner of change. Had he and his comrades not embarked on that particular endeavour, there was no possible way that students would have even considered crafting a muggle music group. So it begged the question, what could he do now that would cause a lasting impact on the school community as a whole?

"Mister Potter, a word if you mind," came a voice from behind him, Harry turning on the spot to see Snape standing there.

"How can I help Professor?" asked Harry casually. The first time round he and Snape had had a very difficult relationship. One based on the sins of the father and the adoration of the mother. Harry had to pause momentarily realizing that he had definitely gone to some sort of religious ground with that train of thought. Regardless, knowing what kind of person Snape actually was, he couldn't bring himself to hate the guy for how he acted. Even if he had been a bit of a prick.

"Mister Potter, I just wish to ask you a quick question regarding your latest assignment," drolled Snape, heavily emphasizing the final letter of each important word.

"Was there something wrong with it?" asked Harry, genuinely concerned. Not so much that he had gotten it wrong but like how he had been wary with his Charms essay.

"Do not sell yourself short, Mister Potter. It would have taken much difficulty on my part to find a single error in your paper. As such, I feel it necessary to inquire as to whether or not you sought the assistance of a student in a higher grade."

Harry nodded slowly, understanding where Snape was coming from. Harry's work had been good, far too good for what a second year should be (Hermione not included). It may not have even been the content itself which had stood out to Snape but rather the grammar or vocabulary he had used throughout the parchment itself.

When had bad essays been so difficult to write?

"Just know Mister Potter that if I so wanted you to tell the truth it would only be mere child's play to do so," said Snape as he crossed his arms.

"Via the use of Veritasium or something else Professor?" responded Harry. This of course caused Snape to arch an eyebrow a tiny fraction higher. On anybody else it not may have been noticeable but considering how stoic the potions master was from day to day, small things like that meant something.

"It seems as if you have indeed been reading ahead," said Snape.

"Is that a problem Professor?" asked Harry.

"No," said Snape slowly, before turning on his foot and strolling away. The end to the conversation between the two of them had been abrupt but Harry had expected as much as soon as he mentioned the advanced potion. He had witnessed the potion in action at the end of the Triwizard Tournament but students weren't meant to learn about the concoction until near the end of their tenure at Hogwarts.

Still though, this meant that Snape no longer suspected him of plagiarism. Which, he figured, was a good thing to come out of this conversation. The bad thing however was that Snape now would likely hammer down on him were he not to deliver the same quality of essay from here on out.

Joy.

Still though, his conversation with the Potions Professor had given him an idea. Or at least the start of one. After all, the students of Hogwarts learnt how to utilize the most wonderful array of fauna and flora to brew what they wished.

He guessed that left a whole periodic table mostly unexplored by Wizardkind.

This could be interesting.

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To say that Fred Weasley was at a bit of a loss these days was a bit of an understatement. The only time on a day to day basis that he wasn't by his twin brother's side was when one of them required the use of the lavatory. Even then it wasn't uncommon for the other one to sit in the adjacent stall regardless of whether or not they actually needed to use the facilities.

Fact of the matter was, despite it being an official assignment in another country, Fred felt as if he was suffering from withdrawals. Little things were building up piece by piece. On more than one occasion he had found himself stopping after a single sentence expecting George to follow up in the manner they were known for. The awkward pauses deflated many of the conversations he had been a part of.

Now though he was heading to Hogsmeade, shambling along at a light pace through the snow with many of the other students well ahead. This was meant to be a momentous occasion where the two boys made their spectacular journey to the small village (with consent at least, it wasn't as if they hadn't taken the opportunity to sneak into the village after all) and entertain the masses.

Now though, it definitely felt as if something wasn't quite right.

And George had barely been gone for a third of the time that he was meant to be! How was Fred meant to survive another four weeks without his twin by his side!

"Still moping about George being in France?" asked a familiar voice as Katie Bell strolled up to walk side by side with Fred.

"Bah, no, of course not," said Fred with false bravado, brandishing his arms boldly to the side.

It was to little surprise that Katie could see right through it. "You know you can talk to me right. If something's on your mind and all that."

Fred couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity, taking a quick glance around the surrounding area. From a quick view, there were no other students present and it looked as if Katie was nervous as her fingers were slowly fidgeting about. Did she want to ask him something...private?

"Well...umm," said Fred sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Was there something in particular you wanted to talk about?"

"Actually, there is something I want to ask," said Katie, turning her head lightly to the side. From Fred's perspective, it looked as if she was nervous about asking whatever it was that was on her mind. "Fred...are you..."

That was all Katie managed to say before a snowball struck Fred in the head. Or should it be said that it stuck to Fred's head.

Also it was pink.

A pink snowball that didn't shatter on impact was now stuck to the side of Fred's head. A pink snowball that was swiftly followed up by another one, this one sticking to his torso.

"Take cover!" shouted Fred, grabbing Katie by the hand and dragging her behind a nearby tree as another snowball landed where he had been only moments prior.

Katie's mind meanwhile was running into overdrive as another snowball hit Fred in the back before the two of them hid behind a small embankment. Given what this was, chances were that Potter Club was targeting Fred, something she hadn't heard of from when she had gone to the last meeting. Since he was being targeted, did that mean that Fred wasn't a part of Potter Club?

Why did it feel as if she was now more unsure which of the two twins were a part of Potter Club? Surely they wouldn't target their own members, especially in such an isolated area.

Surely?

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