Magic's Heir| A Harry Potter Fanfiction

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Hagalaz

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The next day, Blue got up early, hopeful being on time would earn her good will, both with the herbology teacher and her new partner-in-magic.

Slipping out of her bed, Blue grabbed the clothes that had become her every day Hogwarts' uniform – the borrowed robes and black tie. She wore an acid washed pair of high-waisted denim, that McGonagall would have considered a breach in the school's dress code – but since Blue was not a student, and her wardrobe options were limited, and the floor-length robe covered all of her offending jeans, it didn't much matter.

As she was shoving her feet into a pair of ratty combat boots she'd often worn back home, traipsing over fallen trees in the Connecticut wilderness to collect bug specimens with Sophie and Craig, Rose groaned.

Beneath a tangle of red hair, the witch's eyes stared at her groggily. A strand of drool hung from her chin. "Bloody hell—" she croaked, her eyes flickering to the window, where the sun was just starting to sprawl across campus. She rolled over, tucking her hands under her head. The knots in her hair seemed to double at the movement alone. "If the sun's not even up, you shouldn't be."

Blue snatched her bag off the bed post, after checking it last night to ensure she had everything she would need for her first day of wizarding class. She had an ostrich quill, dyed scarlet, a pot of black ink and a roll of parchment – everything she would need to take notes. McGonagall had instructed her to record any odd occurrences she experienced; things like strangled songs, awkward pitches, and instances where Blue was able to interfere with a student's magic again.

She adjusted the headphones over her ears, which, thanks to McGonagall's spell casting, kept the songs at low, tolerable levels.

"I wanna make sure I'm on time." Confident she had everything she needed, she hurried toward the door, careful to not wake the other girls snoozing away in the dorm.

"Mmhmm." Rose lazily waved a hand at Blue. "Tell Scorp to be," a yawn cut her off mid-sentence, "nice to you or—"

"—else you'll hex him?" asked Blue, mindful to keep her voice low.

Rose propped herself on an elbow, and through a veil of hair, shot Blue a smile.

Flashing one back, Blue left for the greenhouse.

She had seen the clear buildings from afar, after staring out at the school grounds during his first week when excursions of any kind had been strictly forbidden, although the rules had not always been followed.

She knew the general location, near Hagrid's Hut, and also knew that two of them had shapes adorning their roofs. From the windows of Gryffindor Tower, Blue could make out nothing more concrete than a pair of dark specks dappling the horizon-- and honestly, she thought that might be what they were as who was to say a witch or wizard couldn't enjoy a bit of post-modernist sculpting--but the more she walked, and the closer she got, she realized the shapes in questions had been long-necked dragons carved from stone. Realistic statues, with slobbering jaws, flared nostrils, and intricate wing patterns.

She paused seeing them, as, with all things at Hogwarts, she had to question their liveliness, and gauge potential feet-devouring capabilities. A statue might be an inanimate object elsewhere, but at Hogwarts? It was best to steer clear, and not take any chances.

Still, the dragons didn't radiate any malintent. Their mouths didn't water lasciviously, their eyes didn't stalk Blue's every move. They gave no huff of breath or snort of smoke.