Hogwarts and Foes (harry potter and 39 clues crossover)

Duderhead Award

Amy, Hermione, Harry, and Ron went up to Dumbledore's office." He's not here," sighed Ron.

"Very astute," drawled a voice from the wall. "In fact, you might even be worthy of the dunderhead award, not having figured that out weeks ago."

Amy jumped. She'd thought that the portraits were asleep. "Who are you?"

"Phineas Nigellus, an ancestor of the Mr. Black that you were just defending," he said, rolling his eyes. "Both I and Mr. Black are distant relatives of Miss Cahill, slightly closer to Mr. Kabra and a few select others."

"Oh, come on, everyone knows that!" complained a silky voice from the wall.

"Hush! They heard us, you idiot!"

"I'm not an idiot. He is!"

"I'm not, yo! I'm smarter than mister Dolt here, yo!"

"I'm not a Dolt! I'm smarter than you."

"And here I was, hoping that you six would be quiet." Phineas interrupted. "If you may insult each other later?"

There was a muttering from the corner, then the other six Cahills were visible.

Amy rubbed her forehead. "How long have you been following us?" she asked tiredly.

"Well," Hamilton began. "I overheard you in the common room. I followed you, and the triplets were camped outside the portrait hole, disillusioned. They'd apparently figured everything out already, so we all followed you. I have no clue where Jonah and Ian came from, but Sinead disillusioned us all and we followed you in here and hear the whole thing."

"You can do disillusionments?" Hermione asked incredulously. "In first year?"

Amy exchanged a glance with the other first-years. "We're all sort of… exceptional," she said hesitantly. "Maybe Dumbledore can explain it."

Just then, the fireplace flashed green, and the headmaster came out, dusting off his fingers. He blinked, finding twice the amount of people he had expected. "If you will all wait a moment?"

Ian opened his mouth to protest, but Amy raised an eyebrow at him, and he shut his mouth, scowling at her.As he left, silence fell. After a few seconds, Amy felt something probe her mind. She slammed her shields into place, looking for the source of the foreign presence. Her eyes landed on Ian, who was barely keeping a shocked expression off of his face. Remembering the feeling of his probe, she attempted to probe back.

Suddenly, she could read his surface thoughts, the same way that she knew he could read hers.

So, Snape's teaching you Legilimency.

Only Occlumency, actually, the rest comes naturally. Who did you bully into teaching you? Surely no amount of money could make up for the problems.

There are no problems.

Yes there are.

What?

You. So who taught it to you?

Mother.

The Dragon Lady?

Amy got the impression of Ian smothering his laughter.

Snake Lady, actually. Dragons are Ekats.

Either way, she's creepy.

You've never met her.

I must have sometime in my life. You remember the boggart.

Their mental conversation was abruptly cut short by Professor Dumbledore returning. He surveyed the two carefully, somehow seeming to know about their talk. Turning back to the others, he raised an eyebrow. "And why might you be here?"

"Um…" Hamilton started. "Well, I saw them walking out the portrait hole, and I followed them. The triplets were also outside the portrait hole, Sinead did the disillusionments. Ian and Jonah caught up somewhere along the way."

"And why," Dumbledore continued, "did you take it upon yourselves to follow them?"

"Um, we were worried about them?" Hamilton answered.

Ian raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, I was worried about them. The others were curious," He elaborated.

"I will accept that, for now." Dumbledore's eyes met each of theirs, letting them know that their motives would be questioned in their next meeting. "Now, it is late. You should all get back to your dormitories. Miss Cahill, if you will remain behind? Mister Kabra, if you will do the same?"

"We'll wait for you." Hermione whispered to her as the others left.

"Thanks," Amy murmured back.

Once everyone except the two students and Professor Dumbledore had left, the headmaster focused on them. "Mister Kabra, Miss Cahill. When did you learn Legilimency?"

Amy answered first. "Just now. I realized that I read one of your thoughts, that you weren't surprised that it was us four. Then, after you left, Kabra tried to read my mind. I blocked him, then tried to copy his probe."

"Ah." Dumbledore was silent for a moment. "And Mr. Kabra?"

Ian shrugged. "I learned Occlumency, then I figured out Legilimency the same way that Cahill did."

"He means that the Snake Lady taught him both," Amy supplied helpfully. As he glared at her, she looked back at him innocently. "What? Legilimens can learn to detect lies. Professor Dumbledore probably knew that you were lying."

"In light of this discovery," Dumbledore intervened, "Mr. Kabra will be joining you with Professor Snape on Wednesday. Only for Occlumency and Legilimency, though." He added.

"He's going to join your lessons?" Ron exclaimed. "But he's a prat! And a Slytherin!"

Amy sighed again. It was the next evening, and she had explained to the rest of the Golden Quartet about her lessons, though not the reason for them. "Yes, he is. I have no say in it. He is a prat, and he is a Slytherin. I don't see why you have such a big problem with Slytherins in the first place!"

The redhead gaped at her. "Amy, they're Slytherins. They're evil!"

The first year rolled her eyes. "Professor Snape's not evil."

"Yes he is!"

"No, he's not."

"He is!"

"He's not."

"Is!"

"Not."

"Is!"

"Not."

"Will you two please stop arguing like children!" Hermione finally exploded. "It's almost Christmas, and that means mid-term exams!"

Amy instantly looked guilty. "Sorry, Hermione. I forgot."

The third-year sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just so… snappish lately. Divination is complete rubbish, and Arithmancy is also difficult. On top of that, my parents want me to come home for winter break. They have something that they want to talk to me about."

Ron groaned and put his head in his hands. "Exams! I'd nearly forgotten!"

"Well, then, start studying."