Chapter 1

So I’m re-writing it, PRATCHETT STYLE! It is advised that when you see a number to immediately scroll down and read what it says next to the corresponding number as this is part of the story and not an A.N.

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The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1) were once again beautifully decorated for the beginning of a new year. Candles were floating above the children’s heads (2) emanating a peaceful glow upon the room, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. (3)

The children, new and old, were once again found seated at the various tables found in the great hall, all prepared for the feast that would bring them towards the start of a new year filled with homework, detention, and a high probability of Harry Potter doing something heroic and dangerous.

The aforementioned boy was seated in between his two friends, looking for the next Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that he will undoubtedly only have to remember about for this school year, when he noticed something. (4)

There were three extra seats at the teacher’s table.

Thus, as stories often go, Harry Potter’s query shall be answered by a well time coincidence.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.

“Welcome everyone, to another great year at Hogwarts. I assume many of you have by now noticed that we have here three extra seats, These are for the teachers for a new class that has been commissioned by the Ministry, although it appears that the teachers are yet to-”

It was at that point that irony decided that fate had enough fun and interrupted Dumbledore’s speech with a well-timed argument, originating from outside the double doors.

“I really don’t see why you have to make such a big deal about this. It’s not like we got los-”

“Oh no. Of course we didn’t get lost. I would assume that if you come upon the wrong place as many times as we did it’s no longer considered lost is it!”

“Look, it’s not like you were all that much help.”

“How could I help! I was too busy holding on for my dear life while you were doing tricks in the air!”

“um…”

“Oh come now. A few flips and twirls didn’t really hurt. We’ve went on roller coasters together before.”

“Maybe you should stop...”

“Roller coasters are generally made for both females and males, and believe me, your staff is definitely only for females.”

“Being quieter would definitely be a plus right now…”

“Maybe you should be thankful that I decided to spare you from getting a lift from Kero or even Eriol instead!”

“Are you listening to me…?”

“Maybe I should be thankful I can still walk!”

“QUIET!”

“…”

“…”

“Much better.”

Seconds later the doors opened up to reveal three people. One slightly frightened teenage girl was standing on the left side of the entrance. The girl had beautiful auburn hair, done up in two little pigtails that only caught a small bit of her hair and bright emerald eyes. She was dressed in a beautiful pink dress, adorned with little flowers, and had a pendant around her neck in the shape of a miniature staff with a star in it.

On the right side of the entrance was standing an equally frightened teenage boy with messy chocolate brown hair and equally brown eyes. He was wearing what appeared to be a green Chinese marshal arts uniform.

In the center of all the excitement, as usual, stood another teen. This one smiling as his glasses twinkled in what could be assumed as the light from the many candles. He had short blue hair, partially hidden underneath his big, blue wizard hat, and was dressed in flowing dark blue robes.

No one paid much attention to the floating stuffed animals on top of the boy’s hat as they were not a very unusual sight, and not in the least as eerie as the boy.

As the three walked closer towards the teacher’s table, the sudden tense air that had floated over the students’ gave way to a new air of bewilderment (5) which floated around them so thickly that no one dared speak.

In the silence, the students easily heard the words that the auburn haired girl whispered to her brown haired companion.

“At least I got us here.”

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(1) The founders of the school were apparently not very good with names and went with whatever seemed to work at the time. Over the years, the name seemed to have stuck and is no longer followed by exuberant laughter immediately after the recital of the name.

(2) The candles were not very convenient at one time when the wax dripped on students’ heads; this being made even more bothersome by the fact that these were magical candles that tended to have better aim, and a crude sense of humor. It was later fixed.

(3) Either one of them.

(4) It’s a well known fact that only if Harry Potter or some one whom he knows notices something, only then would it become a fact.

(5) There were other things in the air, but they shouldn’t be mentioned. Ever.