Exchange Students

Vampire Knight x Harry Potter (Crossover Fanfic).

Set in Order of Phoenix. Good relations between Cross Academy and Hogwarts lead to an exchange program offered. 10 students go to Hogwarts for a year. Based on plump-york's A Bloody Hogwarts Year. VKs are split into various houses. Read to find out more ; !Slow Updates!


5. Filler - Twin Antics

News about Harry’s shouting match with Umbridge had traveled exceptionally fast. Whispers were heard all around him as he sat eating between Ron and Hermoine. It seemed as if the students wanted him to overhear them; and undoubtedly cause another ruckus.


“He says he saw Cedric Diggory murdered…”


                “He reckons he dueled with You-Know-Who…”


                “Come off it…”


                “Who does he think he’s kidding?”




                “What I don’t get,” Harry begun to say through clenched teeth, “is why they all believed the story two months ago when Dumbledore told them…”


                “The thing is, I’m not sure they did,” Hermoine said grimly. “Oh, let’s get out of here.” She finally slammed down her utensils. People stared at them all the way out of the Great Hall. Zero hadn’t been seemed to have come to the table for dinner so far and was also nowhere to be seen. They argued all the way back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry felt as though his first day had lasted a week and still had a mountain of homework to do before bed.


                “Mimbulus mimbletonia,” uttered Hermoine before the Fat Lady could even open her mouth. The portrait swung open to reveal a hole which the three of them scrambled through. The common room was almost empty with everyone still down at dinner. They took their three favourite chairs at the fireside. They continued to bicker, Hermoine rather enraged by having Professor Umbridge teaching at Hogwarts.


                “Don’t start arguing again,” he said wearily, “can’t we just… let’s just do some homework, get it out of the way…” People were coming back from dinner now; and though Harry avoided looking at the portrait hole, he could still sense the stares.


                “Should we do Snape’s stuff first?” asked Ron, dipping his quill in ink, “the properties… of moonstone… and its uses… in potion-making…” he muttered as he wrote the words across the top of his parchment. Underlining it, he then looked up expectantly at Hermoine. “’Ermoine?” But she wasn’t listening. She was squinting over into the far corner of the room, where Fred and George were sitting at the center of a knot of innocent-looking first years, all of whom were chewing on something that seemed to have come from a large paper bag Fred was holding.


                “No, I’m sorry, they’ve got too far,” Hermoine said, standing up and looking absolutely furious. “Come on, Ron.”


                “I—what? No, come on Hermoine, we can’t tell them off for giving out sweets.”


                “You know perfectly well that those are bits of Nosebleed Nougat, or Puking Pastilles, or –”


                “Fainting Fancies?” Harry suggested. One by one, the first-years were slumping unconscious in their seats, their tongues lolling out as their limp bodies assumed unnatural positions. Many who noticed were laughing. Harmoine, however, marched right over to them. Ron rose hesitantly, before muttering to Harry, “She’s got it under control,” and sinking back into his chair as low as he could go.


                “That’s enough!” Hermoine said forcefully to Fred and George who both looked up in surprise.


                “Yeah, you’re right,” nodded George thoughtfully, “this dosage looks just right, don’t it?”


                “I told you this morning, you can’t test your rubbish on students!”


                “We’re paying them!” argued Fred indignantly.


                “I don’t care, it could be dangerous!”


                “Rubbish,” denied Fred.


                “Calm down, Hermoine, they’re fine,” said Lee who was walking from first-year to first-year, inserting purple sweets into their mouths.


                “Yeah look, they’re coming round right now,” said George. A few of them were indeed stirring. Several looked shocked, and Harry was sure Fred and George had not warned them exactly what the sweets were going to do.


                “Feel all right?” George asked kindly to a small girl lying at his feet.


                “I… I think so,” she answered shakily.


                “Excellent,” Fred noted happily, dragging the word out. But the next second Hermoine had snatched both his clipboard and the paper bag from his hands.


                “It is NOT excellent!”


                “’Course it is; they’re alive, aren’t they?” said Fred angrily.


                “You can’t do this, what if you made one of them really ill?”


                “We’re not going to make them ill, we’ve already tested them all on ourselves, this is just to see if everyone reacts the same –”


                “If you don’t stop doing it, I’m going to –” Hermoine’s voice was cut off by a loud crashing sound which attracted everyone’s gazes to one of the stairs leading into the rooms.


                “Zero?” Harry called out, before jumping out of his seat and rushing to the figure on the floor. Zero’s hand waved him off in an ‘I’m okay’ way before righting himself but remained seated on the ground. He had gotten some sort of woozy spell and stumbled on the stairs down. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head which had impacted on the ground. Back at Hermoine, the three’s attention, like everyone else, had been caught by the silver-haired boy’s fall. She missed the silent exchange of looks between the brothers and grins breaking out on their faces.


                “Hey Zero,” called Fred, the twins making their way towards him and Harry. Zero lifted his head to look at them. He was annoyed at the way the people here pronounced his name but forced himself to shrug it off.


                “You’re a vampy, right?” George’s voice continued. Zero flinched, but he knew his lines and didn’t bother to deny anything.


                “And you’ve just given us a great idea,” the twins smiled identically as they both neared him and leaned down.


                “Want to do us a big favour?” Zero’s eyes narrowed slightly; cautious.


                “What?” He tried to keep any bite out of his voice.


                “Well you see,” Fred began, looking to George.


              “We’ve been developing some very…” George paused as if to look for a suitable word, “school-appropriate snacks.” Zero raised his brow. He was in no way ‘out of the loop’. He knew what these brothers have been up to. “And so we were wondering.”


                “If you’d like to be so kind, as to test some out for us.” Fred finished. “After all, it works perfectly on humans,” they both gave a glance behind them at the recovering first-years. “But if we want to expand our influence, we should take all necessary… precautions.” Their smiles were mischievous.


                “So you want me to be a test subject for your snacks.” Zero summed up plainly.


                “Well ‘test-subject’ is rather harsh…” George commented. Zero rolled his eyes, sighing.


                “It depends on what you want me to try,” he said, surprising the twins with his cooperativeness. “But I don’t understand why you’d want to appeal to vampires.” The twins looked to each other.


                “Well why not?” said Fred.


                “We hear you vampys are loaded,” George said in a mock whisper, “especially considering your life spans.” Zero frowned.


                “That may be true,” he said slowly, thinking about the vampire he did know about; which mostly consisted of those of Noble rank and above, “but you’ll be disappointed to know that they’re not as eager to skip classes as you are.” The boys waved their hands dismissively, scoffing.


                “Well you never know,” said Fred with a glint in his eye. “So, what’ll it be?”


                “Want to try some of our Nosebleed Nougat?” asked George, smirking mischievously. Zero gave them a look.


                “Actually, I retract what I said earlier,” he said, pushing himself off the ground, “you can try your products on someone else.” He stumbled off out of the entry hole.


                “Aw, come on Zero-chan!” Fred called out after him, pleased when he heard shouting outside. George looked at him quizzically.


                “Chan?” he repeated. Fred turned and nodded, smiling at him with a glint in his eye.


                “Oh it’s just something I read in an English to Japanese dictionary…” he trailed of mysteriously. Hermoine resumed her argument with the brothers immediately, not letting them think they were off the hook in any way.


                “Thanks for your support, Ron,” she said acidly, returning to the two boys; Harry having taken his seat, confused by what he should do after Zero had walked off.


                “You handled it fine by yourself,” mumbled Ron in return. Hermoine stared at her blank parchment for a while before saying edgily, “Oh it’s no good, I can’t concentrate now. I’m going to bed.” She wrenched her bag open; pulled out two misshapen wooly objects and placed them carefully on a table by the fireplace, covering them with bits of parchment and a broken quill, then stood back to admire the effect. Ron and her began to bicker about hats and house-elves whilst Harry was staring at his own homework, but his thoughts further away – thinking about the detention he’d have to face later… and with Zero.


                “Don’t you dare touch those hats, Ron!” shouted Hermoine before she turned on her heel and left. Ron waited until she had disappeared before clearing the rubbish off the woolly hats, mumbling incoherently.


                “Anyway…” he said louder, rolling up the parchment on which he’d written the title of Snape’s essay, “there’s no point trying to finish this without Hermoine; I haven’t got a clue what you’re supposed to do with moonstones. Have you?” Harry shook his head, noticing has he did the ache in his right temple. Knowing perfectly well that when morning came, he’d regret not finishing him homework that night, he piled his books back into his bag, saying “I’m going to bed too.”

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