Werewolf and Mermaid at Hogwarts

A mermaid and a werewolf at a school of magic. It sounds kind of... crazy, right? Well, I can assure you, this story is perfectly normal...
If you consider 'normal' being: the mermaid and werewolf becoming friends, meeting the Boy-Who-Lived, facing a horrid person, and finding out their even more different than you could imagine.
...Okay, maybe it isn't so normal...


13. First Flying Lesson... Part 1 (Coraline)

   Before we start, I would like to announce the winners of the competition I put up.

   First, thanhEA and Gia_Finnigan for getting guesses right.

   Second, WeyHeyHeyMa for taking what I believe was a very educated guess.

   Thanks to all who participated.

   Now, thanhEA, I am so sorry for updating two weeks after I promised I would! I had so much stuff to do, I didn't know how many things I had planned!

   So, since I have bored you to death with this Author's Note, here is the chapter!




   Eyes filled with tears...


   Green light... Fire...

   Ba-bum. Ba-bum.

   "Stop it!" Yelled the little red-haired girl.

   Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.


   I woke in a cold sweat.

   "Coraline?" a small voice asked.

   I whipped my head around to face her.

   "Oh, sorry Kayla, did I wake you?"

   "Nah. I've been awake for hours. Couldn't sleep."

   I smiled sympathetically at her.

   "Well..." I said, checking my watch (found a spell to make it work in Hogwarts) "Time for classes."



   There was a chorus of groans and yells of frustration at the Gryffindor common room as we walked in.

   "Well, isn't that nice." Kayla remarked, looking around the common room as a lion would look for it's prey.

   "Its about Flying lessons, Kayla." I said, hearing someone complaining about it.

   "That doesn't sound so bad!"

   "With the Slytherins."

   "They ruined it."


   It was three-thirty in the afternoon.

   I didn't plan on spending my afternoon chasing after Gryffindors with Kayla.

   "I told you not to take that nap, Kayla!"

   "I told you to wake me up!"

   "I tried!"

   Our feet were pounding on the stairs, echoing throughout the halls like ghostly wails.

   "Would you hurry up, Kayla?"

   "Fine, you want me to hurry up?" she replied, her short temper breaking through.

   "What do you- Ahh!"

   Kayla whizzed pass me on the railing, nearly dislocating my fingers.

   "REALLY?!" I yelled in frustration.


   "Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."

   It was a good thing that the students moved as slow as molasses, because I was able to slip in unnoticed.

   I stood by the only broomstick that was left. It was brown with slightly chipped wood, which looked like it hadn't been chopped down right. The golden-brown twigs of the bottom stuck out at weird angles.

   Oh, but that wasn't even close to the worst part.

   It was right between Malfoy and one of his goons.

   Now, usually, I wouldn't be able to hate anyone, it was very hard for me. I had tried to actually become friends with him because I felt he was misunderstood, and you wanna know what he said to me?

   He said, and I quote, "You and your family are a bunch of blood traitors who don't deserve to be wizards and witches. I would never be friends with you or talk to you if you were the last person on Earth, much less now."

   I took my spot next to him (after making sure the was absolutely no spots left) and pretended I had never heard of him in my life.

   Unfortunately, that didn't work as well when he was whispering insults about me.

   Kayla's ear twitched a bit, and she turned and glared at Malfoy.

   You see, I knew a secret of her's, why she had such sensitive hearing, and she knew one of my many secrets, why I had hearing only a little less sensitive than her.

   Oh, but this isn't my place to tell you.

   "UP!" Everyone had shouted.

   "UP!" I shouted a minute later. Guess I wasn't paying attention...

   The broom shot right up into my hand, which automatically closed around it.

   Kayla, however, wasn't as lucky.

   "Up, you damn thing!" she yelled. In response, the broom rose, and started smacking at her head.


   "Ms. G., cursing at the broom isn't going to get you anywhere." The professor, Madam Hoot, I believe, said, rather annoyed.

   "Yes, ma'am." Kayla muttered. "Sorry, broom! Please stop smacking me!"

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