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Leapin' Leprechauns!
February 29th is a special day in the Muggle world. Things normally out of bounds are acceptable (it is Sadie Hawkins Day afterall!). Similar things are afoot at Hogwarts! On Magical Leap Year, any doorway or small passageway in Hogwarts could become a portal to another place for a brief period. One could find oneself a room or even a town away from where one wants to be. Going through the door to the Transfiguration classroom could land you in the middle of Professor Snape's private store room. Walk into Zonko's Joke Shop and you could suddenly find yourself at Madam Malkin's in Diagon Alley.
______ Prologue ______
Minerva McGonagall sat silent thoughout most of the staff meeting. She was making certain nothing interrupted her intention to bring up the subject that had been plaguing her all month. She didn't offer any opinion about Sprout's request to increase the Herbology budget next fall. She said nothing of Severus' complaint about Dumbledore's request that he relax his entrance requirements for next years' N.E.W.T.s classes. This was a more important and pressing matter, and it seemed that the usual preparations were being forgotten. I remember when I was a student. I remember how important it is to be prepared, she thought.
When the new business had been concluded, Albus turned to the Deputy Headmistress to ask if she had anything to discuss.
Minerva stood, her lips pursed and her face serious. "It's February 28th. I don't know if you have all forgotten, but this is a Leap Year."
A few faces around the enlarged table in Dumbledore's office opened wide in shock. A few heads leaned together and Minerva heard whispers of "Merlin's Beard - I'd forgotten!", "I didn't do anything, did you?" and "I'm sure Albus has remembered, hasn't he?"
Minerva turned to Albus. "Headmaster, I'm completely certain that the usual Leap Year preparations have not been made. There isn't time left to secure the castle and grounds, other than to increase the present wards and limitations. We're already too late to perform the Permanendus Charms that protect the inhabitants of the Castle from the Portals. Most of the muggleborn students won't ever have heard of the Random Spatial Dislocation that occurs on Magical Leap Year. I'd like to know how we're going to prepare everyone." She sat down.
Albus rested his chin on his fingertips as the rest of the staff looked on, quietly waiting for guidance. He thought a few moments and then stood.
"Many years ago, before the Permanendus Charm was created to prevent students from slipping off the grounds on Magical Leap Year, the staff had no choice but to warn the students and deal with problems as they arose. We have a fine student body within these walls. I am confident that we'll have very few complications. Heads of House are instructed to warn your students about Magical Leap Year and any protection charms they might encounter in sensitive areas." He looked at Severus at this point, suspecting he kept his private stock room of restricted potions ingredients protected by some very serious hexes. Albus continued, "All doors will remain open after successfully entering or exiting a room, and there will be no running through any unchecked doorways. Any doorway or small passage is to be treated with caution between Curfew on February 28th and Breakfast on March 1st. Above all - tell everyone that if they do somehow manage to get themselves transported, they are not to panic. Being late for a class is to be expected, but if a student finds him or herself out of Hogwarts, or as is even less likely - out of the country, we'll get them back safely. Of course, Voldemort is still out there, but I'm sure he wouldn't know about our vulnerability. Harry Potter is to be kept under close watch. He should not be allowed to roam the school on his own, in case he's transported somewhere we cannot protect him. Are there any questions?"
The staff exchanged wary looks, but stayed silent.
"Very well then," Albus concluded, "This meeting is adjourned."
______ Chapter One ______ Without Warning ______
“Oh, and Potter,” McGonagall said softly, so none of the other students could hear her, “Would you mind staying behind a moment? Yes, yes, you two may as well stay, too.” Hermione and Ron shot each other wry looks.
“Harry, I know you were raised by muggles. Do you understand the importance and--er--danger that Leap Year Day can pose?” she asked.
Harry looked confused for a moment. This thing about doors going to random places would be annoying yes, but dangerous? Beside him, Hermione gave a little groan.
“You don’t mean… Voldemort?” she said in a low whisper. McGonagall’s mouth tightened into a grim frown.
“I do, Miss Granger. You all know from experience how desperate he is becoming. I wouldn’t be surprised if he took advantage of the situation.”
“But what can we do?” Harry said, a bit defensively, “You’re not going to keep me up here all day tomorrow or something, are you?”
McGonagall snorted. “I doubt we could keep you anchoretic if we tried,” she said, “but we will not, Mr. Potter. As Dumbledore has said before, we cannot live our lives in fear. You shall continue as normally tomorrow. Just be prepared, that’s all I meant to warn you of. And you should perhaps consider moving about in large groups. The spatial dislocations tend not to act up as much in large groups.”
As she left the common room, Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. “Do you think this thing is serious? I’ve never heard of it before,” he said.
Ron shrugged. “It’s real enough. When I was a kid, I walked out of our bathroom at home and wound up locked in the attic. Mum couldn’t find me for hours.”
Hermione still had that concentrated brow-wrinkling look she usually reserved for class. “It must be serious if McGonagall warned you specifically. I’m sure there’s charms--oh, I suppose they’d use the Permanendus Charm at least--but still, it would be the perfect time for--"
“Yeah, you’re right,” Harry said, cutting her off. They headed for the stairs, Ron and Hermione still talking about Leap Year’s Day. But all Harry could think about was the fact that, for once, his scar had not hurt him and his dreams had not disturbed him for weeks.
They’re taking this too seriously, Harry thought as he and Ron left Hermione and turned to their own dorm room, If Voldemort were going to attack, I’d know.
~*~*~
Ron tried to wake Harry up early the next morning, but Harry refused to get out of bed.
“Come on, mate,” Ron said, knocking Harry with a pillow, “Neville, Seamus, and Dean have already gone down; how are we supposed to walk around in large groups if you sleep until everyone’s already left?”
Harry smiled and stretched. That was part of the plan. Dumbledore had said that he shouldn’t live his life in fear, and he wasn’t going to. He wasn’t going to walk around with a mob surrounding him, especially if he hadn’t even felt a twinge from his scar to warn him.
Harry got dressed slowly as Ron bugged him to hurry up. By the time they made it to the Common Room, the only ones left waiting were Hermione, Neville, and Ginny.
“They don’t know about you-know-what,” Hermione whispered hurriedly, “They just waited because I told them about the spatial dislocation being less likely in groups.”
“Do you really think we may end up somewhere dangerous?” Neville asked nervously. He started to push open the portrait door but seemed reluctant to. Ron rolled his eyes and pushed the door open for him. When the hallway through the door was the normal hallway that was always outside the Gryffindor Common Room, more than just Neville breathed a sigh of relief.
“Come on,” Harry said. They started down towards the Great Hall, Ron telling Neville about his unexpected trip to the attic and Ginny interjecting with re-enactments of Ron’s screams when he found how hospitable the attic was to spiders.
“Well, I should have expected that the loudest, most clamorous sounds in the entire castle would be coming from you,” a voice drawled behind them.
“Draco,” Harry said in a low monotone, “What are you doing here?” Harry knew from experience that the Slytherin Common Room was on the other side of the castle.
“Why Potter,” Draco said with feigned innocence, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I didn’t see you at breakfast.”
“I slept in,” Harry growled.
“Oh, good,” Draco said, sneering, “I’m glad to know you were safe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ron said, stepping forward.
Draco gave a false sound of surprise. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Just,” he said softly, “that doors around here don’t always go both ways.”
“Good job, Captain Obvious,” Harry said angrily, “It’s Leap Year Day. Of course the doors are acting weird.”
“Maybe you’ll fall through a door and not find your way back out again,” Draco shot back, “I can only hope that this time the Dark Lord doesn’t let you slip through his fingers!”
Several things happened at once. Harry and Ron both bounded forward, fists raised, shouting angrily. Almost at the same time, Ginny grabbed Harry and Neville grabbed Ron, holding them back. “It’s not worth it,” Ginny panted, jerking Harry back with all her strength, “It’s what he wants you to do.”
Meanwhile, Hermione had slipped to the side, unnoticed until a jet of light sprang out of her wand and hit Draco fully in the chest.
Harry and Ron stilled immediately. Five sets of Gryffindor eyes dropped to the ground where a scrawny, slightly valetudinarian white ferret stood on its hind legs, squeaking angrily.
“Hermione…wow…” Ron said admiringly. Harry just grinned.
“He really just looks so much better this way,” Hermione said casually, slipping her wand back into her robes. The others agreed and strolled back down the corridor towards the Great Hall. Behind them, a nasty bit of fur raced in the opposite direction.
Just as the five reached the Great Hall, there was an angry shout behind them. Neville stumbled forward, as if knocked gently from behind. The others whirled around.
“Hey,” Crabbe grunted.
“Yeah,” Goyle growled.
“Regular pack of animals,” Ron whispered to Harry. Harry had to agree this was an accurate way to describe them. Crabbe and Goyle were lumbering towards the Gryffindors like apes, and at their feet scampered the ferret Draco.
“Turn ‘im back,” Crabbe threatened, “or we’ll hex you again.”
“Again?” Hermione asked, confused. Surely Crabbe and Goyle weren’t so stupid as to think they'd hexed someone without actually doing it.
“Oh, bugger off,” Harry said impatiently. “Come on. They won’t follow us into the Great Hall. Draco wouldn’t want anyone to see how patchy his fur is.”
The ferret gave a hacking sort of hiss that sounded more like troubles with a hairball.
“You better not turn your back on us,” Goyle said. He took two giant steps and grabbed for the neck of Harry’s robe. Harry ducked and pushed the doors of the Great Hall open, sliding into the hall backwards. He pulled Neville out of Crabbe’s way with him, and Hermione, Ron, and Ginny dashed in behind him. The ferret started to make scurrying, snicking sounds. Goyle stood stupidly, staring at the ferret, but Crabbe grinned maliciously and shut the doors of the Great Hall in Harry’s face.
“What was that about a hex?” Hermione said, still staring at the doors.
“I felt a frantic fluttering full in my front,” Neville said.
“Great,” Hermione muttered, inspecting Neville. “An Alliteration Hex.”
“Help me no longer harbor this horrifying hex, Hermione!” Neville obtested.
“We’ve got bigger problems than that,” Harry muttered. Hermione looked up. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were looking around them with looks of mingling fear, confusion, and shattered resolve.
“Where are we?” Hermione whispered.
“The Chamber of Secrets,” said Harry. “And with the entrance closed in Myrtle’s bathroom, I’ve no idea how we’re going to get out.”
______ Chapter Two ______ Trespass______
"Can't quit this caliginous cave?" Neville sputtered, growing annoyed with his condition. "Hermione, find finality for my fretful fettle!"
Hermione didn't hear him, as her attention was turned to the great chamber and the huge stone sculpture of Salazar Slytherin. She slowly walked over to the foot of the statue and stared at the floor. Ginny followed, shaking as she recognized this very spot as the place she'd awoken from her trance when Harry defeated Tom Riddle. There on the floor was a small egg carton. Hermione looked around her frantically.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, noticing her fear.
"We have to get out of here fast," Hermione said darkly. "Harry, there's an empty egg carton here. Unless it's been there since Salazar Slytherin was alive, someone else has been here recently."
"Yeah, there are some footprints over here, too," Ron said from the other side of the room.
Harry understood what Hermione was getting at. "It's not footprints we should be worried about, it's snake tracks. Right, Hermione?"
Hermione looked at them all solemnly. "Someone is creating a new Basilisk down here. They may already have. We have to find a way out of here."
Ginny shuddered as she looked around the cavern, careful not to let her eyes rest anywhere. "Well, there must be a door here, or we wouldn't have wound up here in the first place, right?"
"Right," Ron agreed. "Harry, what if we go back to the entrance and you speak Parseltongue - will it open up?"
"We could try, but maybe there's a secret passageway right here that we came through from the portal." Harry began checking the walls behind the serpentine pillars supporting the ceiling of the long chamber.
"Hermione, help," Neville called, waving his hand across his throat. "This hex..?"
Hermione waved her wand at him. "Finite Incantatem."
Neville sighed, and cleared his throat. "Harry, there's a tunnel here, should we check it out?"
"Not alone, Neville. I'll come with you." He turned, "You three keep checking this chamber. We have to move fast!"
Harry and Neville left the others in the main chamber and lit their wands as they began creeping down the tunnel. Harry was watchful behind Neville, checking behind them as they went. He thought he heard a footfall ahead. He stopped and grabbed the back of Neville's robe. Neville turned and Harry saw the fear on his face. Harry began to smile. I'm enjoying this, he thought. He giggled, shoving the back of his hand into his mouth. NO! He felt Voldemort's glee slipping into his head and he fought against it and twirled around, frantic.
"What is it?" Neville whispered, "What's so funny?"
Harry whispered back, "We're in big trouble. I think Voldemort knows about the portals. We have to hurry back before that misanthrope finds his way into the school!"
The two boys began walking back, a bit faster and with less care. Soon, Neville tripped and fell on his face, Harry stumbling over top of him. They disentangled themselves and looked on the floor to see something glinting green in the dim wand-light. Neville picked it up and held out his palm. Nearly filling it was a large brooch in the shape of a four leafed clover, each leaf a bright green emerald encased in winding Celtic knots of pewter. Harry took it and turned it over.
"It's got something written here, but I can't read it. It's in a different language," he said. He heard the footsteps ahead again. Neville heard them, too, and they both got to their feet and ran back to the others.
Back in the main chamber, Hermione and Ginny were huddled behind one of the pillars as Ron stood in the middle of the chamber, looking out for the other boys return. When Harry and Neville reached him, he motioned them to follow him.
Hermione was kneeling on the floor, lighting the bottom of the wall with her wand. In her other hand was a thick, gnarled walking stick.
"Hermione found this shillelagh right here in front of what we think might be a door," Ron whispered.
"Can she open it a bit faster? Someone else is down here and I think he might have followed us," Harry whispered, breathless. "Worse yet, I think Voldemort knows. He's very happy, Ron - and that can't be good."
"We found something too, but I doubt it'll help. It's got something written in a different language," Neville said.
"Is it Gaelic?" Hermione asked, hopeful. Harry handed over the brooch.
"Yes!" Hermione held out the brooch and the shillelagh in front of her and began reading aloud in a strange language.
"Hermione speaks Gaelic?" Ron asked.
"She studied it for extra credit in primary school, Ron. You really don't know much about her, do you?" Ginny admonished, rolling her eyes.
They all heard the footsteps in the chamber now, and Harry heard a faint hissing whisper.
"Faster, Hermione!" Harry urged, no longer caring about being quiet. Whoever was down here with them knew they were here and was on his way. They had no time. He stood and whirled around, Ron and Neville on either side of him, wands at the ready.
"It's not working - my pronunciation must be wrong," Hermione gasped.
A hissing from the tunnels was heard, getting louder and louder.
Harry took a chance, speaking quickly in Parseltongue, "Get back. Stay away from us. We're armed and we'll fight."
"Wait!" Hermione spoke again to the wall, "Hominum parvorum nobis hoc limen transire permitant!"
As Harry struggled to think of more to say to buy them time, a bright green light shone from behind him. The girls grabbed the backs of their robes and pulled them backward through another portal.
They shielded their eyes from the bright, midmorning sun and looked around them. They stood in the middle of a small field carpeted in lush, green foliage and ringed in a low stone wall. Hermione turned to the wall behind her and looked at the rickety gate.
"I don't think we're in Hogwarts anymore," She said apologetically, "our artifice has landed us in another country entirely.
______ Chapter Three ______ At The Tipsy Troll______
Harry looked over the wall. In the enclosure was a small thatched-roof cottage. A path led around the wall on both sides, and Harry could just make out the roofs of a little village in the valley beyond.
He turned back to the others. “What do you think? Should we head down into that village?”
“I don’t know,” said Hermione. “We’re still in our school robes. If it’s a muggle village, we’ll look awfully odd.”
“That’s an easy fix,” said Ginny, drawing her wand. “I’ll just-”
“Ginny, no!” Hermione shouted. “We can’t use magic here! We’re underage not at school anymore.”
“How do you expect us to get out of here if we don’t use any magic?” sputtered Ron. “Surely the Ministry would understand.”
But Harry wasn’t sure they would. Using magic outside of school had earned him everything from two weeks free board at the Leaky Cauldron to a hearing in front of the full Wizengamot in the past.
“Hermione’s right,” he said. “Let’s not use magic unless we absolutely have to. I think we should just take our chances in the village.”
The group headed around the low wall and down into the valley. As they walked down the gently sloping hill, Harry felt a rush of air move over his head. Nearly twenty owls, some carrying packages, some with scrolls of parchment tied to their legs, headed towards a building on what appeared to be the village’s main road.
“Owls!” shouted Neville. “We’re in luck! It’s a wizarding village.”
Even without the owls, it was obvious as soon as the reached the entrance to the town that magic was afoot. The streets were lined with stores that reminded Harry of Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. In one window, a Belleek teapot danced around, filling little teacups. A store called “Zoraster’s Zoo” featured obviously magical pets: two ferrets were playing cards in the front window. The few people they passed nodded at them politely or said, “Top of morning!”
Suddenly it hit Harry where they must be. They were in Ireland.
“Let go in here,” said Ron, pointing to a pub across the street. “I’m right parched.”
“In there?” Ginny made a face. “It looks worse than the Hog’s Head.”
Harry had to agree with Ginny. It was the dirtiest, squattiest building he had every laid eyes on. The windows were grimy, and the whole place was in bad need of paint. He could barely make out the sign above the door, which read “The Tipsy Troll.”
“I don’t like the look of it either, Ginny,” Hermione agreed, “but it looks to be the only pub in town. I don’t know where else we could go to find some one who can help us get back to Hogwarts.”
The inside of the pub was as dark as the outside predicted. They sat down at a small table in one corner. The place was mostly empty, with a few cloaked wizards at the bar and a group of titter witches in the opposite corner. They had only just sat down when a tall, freckle-faced man with fiery red hair appeared beside them.
“What can I get for ye?” he said, cheerfully. “Ye scalawags!” The confused looks on their faces must have given them away, because he continued. “Skiving off school, are ye? Don’ worry, though. I’ll never tell.”
“We’re not skiving,” said Hermione indignantly. “We were at school, walked through a door way, and suddenly we were here.”
“Ah, sure! Magical leap day!” chortled the barkeep. “But ye must have walked through one great doorway to wind up here from Hogwarts. But ye don’t have to tell me.”
“How did you know-“
The man interrupted Neville. “Well, yer robes give ye away, don’ they?” He pointed to the Gryffindor crests on their robes. “I m’self was once in Gryffindor.”
“And where is here, exactly?” asked Ginny.
“Jus’ the brightest jewel in County Galway!” said the man. “Welcome to Ballybog! And m’self? I’m Ryan O’Farrell.”
“Mr. O’Ferrell,” Harry began, “we really need some help to get back to Hogwarts. We’re going to be in unbelievable trouble.”
“Aye, aye, but after some butterbeer. Ye look like ye could use a drink.”
Ron nodded fervently, and Mr. O’Ferrell disappeared behind the bar. He returned with six frosty mugs and sat down to join them.
“Now,” he said, “as I say, ye don’ have to tell me. But however ye got here, it can’ have been yer average door.”
“No, it wasn’t,” said Hermione thoughtfully. “It had a strange inscription over it that I first thought was Gaelic, but turned out to be Latin. When I read it, the door opened.”
“And then ye jus’ went right through it?” laughed Mr. O’Ferrell. “If ‘twere me, I’d not be wandering through magical doorways on Magical Leap Day.”
“Well,” said Ron stubbornly, “we were being chased.”
Harry shot Ron a look. Mr. O’Ferrell raised his eyebrows. “Chased, were ye? Well, I can see yer none too keen to tell me by what, but I don’ need to know. But do ye remember what the Latin was?”
Hermione screwed up her face in an effort to remember. “Something about – hominum parvorum – or something.”
“Hominum parvorum? The little folk? Oh, m’ dears, yer in a bit of a bind. That was a leprechaun doorway, that was. You’ll need their help to get back.” He stood up and yelled back to the bar. “Ian! Glenn! Get ye over here!”
Two tiny figures emerged from behind the bar and sauntered toward the table. “Whatcha need, boss?” said one.
“These five got here from Hogwarts through a doorway with a Latin inscription above it, reading something about ‘hominum parvorum.’ Do ye know anything about such a door?
The two leprechauns exchanged glances. “Not a thing, boss,” they said in unison.
“Now, ye two, ye can’ play me like a fiddle. Now either tell me what’s on, or I’ll be cutting ye off from yer Guinness! Out with it!”
“Now, boss, don’ be angry with us. But were we to reveal-”
Here the other chimed in. “-we’d be in a peck of trouble with the leprechaun council.”
“Well,” said Mr. O’Farrell, softening a bit. “I don’ want ye in any trouble. But these five need to get back.”
“Can’ they just magic themselves back?” asked the leprechaun.
“No, we can’t,” said Hermione. “I mean, we could, but we’re underage and away from school. We’d be in trouble with the Ministry.”
There was an uneasy silence. Suddenly, Mr. O’Farrell banged his hand on the table.
“I’ve got it!” he roared. “How about a riddle, Ian?”
The little leprechaun’s eyes lit up. “A riddle?” he repeated.
“Ye will tell the children a riddle, and if they answer it, ye’ll tell them how to get home. The council can’ be mad at ye if it’s won fair and square.”
Ian glanced at Glenn. “All right,” he sighed. “A riddle!”
Ian jumped onto the table and began to sing and dance.
Ye might think I’m hard and flinty,
and ye might think I’m fake.
I’m the heart of Sean and Seamus,
but no kin to John or Jake.
So tell me if ye can
what ye think that I might be;
for lest ye guess my riddle
ye’ll get no help from me!
The five students stared at the little man.
“The heat of Seamus?” puzzled Neville. “Seamus isn’t even here.”
“Hard and flinty,” muttered Ron. “What’s hard and flinty?”
“Goyle’s brain?” suggested Harry. “He’s got a head like a rock.”
“Fake,” said Hermione, thinking aloud. “Pretend. Imagined. Unreal. Sham.”
“Sham!” shouted Ginny. “Sham is fake and rock is hard and flinty! Shamrock!”
“But what about that part about ‘the heart of Sean and Seamus’?” asked Ron.
“Of course!” said Hermione. “In Latin, it’s called as ‘seamrog.’ The same word that gives us Sean and Seamus!” She turned to the leprechaun Ian, who was grinning broadly. “Is it a shamrock?”
“Alas, Glenn, they’ve won our little logomachy! We’ll have to help them now!”
Mr. O’Farrell laughed. “Ye didn’ try none too hard, did ye?”
“I don’ know what ye speak of,” said Ian. “Come with us, youngsters.”
Glenn and Ian sat on Ron’s shoulders as they directed the group toward an odd grouping of rocks on top of a hill outside of town. “Oh!” said Hermione. “It’s a dolmen!”
“A what?” asked Harry.
“A dolmen, dear boy,” said Glenn, pointing to a rock formation that looked a little like a stone table. “They’re ancient leprechaun doorways. We’ll do our magic, and ye’ll go right under there” – he pointed to an opening under one of the rocks – “and ye’ll be back at Hogwarts immediately.”
The five thanked the leprechauns for their help. Glenn and Ian jumped off Ron’s shoulders on top of the dolmen.
“Are ye ready?” asked Ian.
“Yes,” they said eagerly; but Hermione continued, “I do have one question. Why is there a leprechaun door in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts? And what was in there chasing us?”
“Ah, ye said just one question, but ye asked me two. So I’ll answer the second. A hissing sound, was it? That was steam from a forge. As ye might guess, I can’ tell ye the answer to th’ other question. Let’s just say that some leprechauns are tired of dealing in fake gold and are going to give the goblins a run for their money.” He winked. “Ready, Glenn?”
Glenn nodded. The two began a solemn dance on top of the dolmen, and the opening underneath it began to glow green. “Go now!” said Ian.
Harry watched Ginny and Hermione enter, followed by Neville. He looked at Ron.
“Ready?” he said.
Ron nodded and went through, Harry following close behind.
The doorway opened into a classroom. Harry’s heart sank when he saw where they were. He wasn’t sure who looked angrier: Draco, sitting on the front row of the class, no longer a ferret; or Professor Snape, standing at the front of the room behind a smoking cauldron.
Snape’s eyes narrowed. “What brings the five of you to a class in which you are not enrolled?”
“Er,” stammered Harry, “we didn’t intend – magical leap day.”
“I made certain,” said Snape menacingly, “that my classroom door was safe from intruders. I don’t know why you are here, but I shall see you again in this same room after dinner tonight for detention. Five points from Gryffindor each.”
Harry opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it. There was nothing for it. The five shuffled back towards the door, staring at their feet.
“And Potter,” called Snape, “we will also have a little chat about transforming humans into animals in the school corridors.”
Hermione went scarlet as they left the classroom. Amazingly enough, when they closed the door behind them, they found themselves in the corridor.
The End
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