Dan and Phil at Hogwarts (A Dan and Phil AU)

Dean Thomas-Finnigan

Previously:  Dan pointed out another cloud. I looked up to see that it was darker and smaller than a normal cloud. A bit thinner, and oddly shaped. And also then fact that it was hurdling toward us at lightning speed. "Move!" I dragged Dan out of the way and we made a run for it, running the fastest I've probably ever run in my whole life when-

Dan

               It landed right in front of us. It took a few seconds for me to find out what the bloody 'ell I was looking at. A middle-aged man with dark skin and short combed hair was getting off a long thin contraption- a broomstick. That made me do a double-take. A shucking broomstick! He dusted his hands off and rested the broom on the side of the building. Standing alone like that it looked so innocent and normal. "Aha. There we go. Sorry if I spooked you." He said, walking slowly toward us. Phil clung to my arm a bit, standing behind me. "Dean Thomas-Finnigan, at your service." The man offered his hand. "You are Dan Howell and Phil Lester, aren't you? You were supposed to receive your letters this week." Phil let go of my arm and slowly extended a hand.  "Yes, yes we are. But...how did you know?" "How do you think the letters find you? Magic, s'all. I just came down to confirm you got them. After the extreme delay of letter delivering over the past decade, we've been doing a follow-up on most of the students. Since you two have waited so long, McGonagall sent me personally. I have to come back with your signatures saying you got them, or she'll have my head." "You cant just land a bloody broomstick in the middle of London!" I exclaimed hoarsely, finally having found the power to speak. "Relax, only you two can see me. Little Muggle repellent charm." Dean chuckled and Phil started signing the paper he pulled out of his bag. "So you're the Dean Thomas, then? The one from the books?" "Books? What books?" Dean asked, a confused expression crossing his face. "Nevermind." Phil replied, handing the clipboard to me to sign. "Finnigan. I know that name." I muttered. Phil nodded. "That's Seamus. J.K. Rowling considered making them a couple originally but didn't want to take away attention from the Golden Trio." I finished signing the paper and returned it to its owner. "You actually ended up marrying Seamus?" I asked as he mounted his broomstick again. "Yeah. Now how'd you know that?" I grinned. "Magic, I suppose."  "Give McGonagall our best." Phil said as Dean prepared for take-off. "Sure will. G'day, boys. See you around!" And with a step off of the ground, he was gone, and nothing but a prick in the sky a minute later.

We returned home just as it started to rain again and set our shoppings down on the kitchen table. Phil went to make some hot drinks while I unpacked our bags when he shrieked with surprise. "What?!" "I forgot I left Susan in my pocket! She woke up and started moving, it scared the heck out of me!" Phil said, pulling the shivering fluffball out of his pocket and setting it on the table, wiping some raindrops off the scarf her tiny cage had been wrapped in. "What do you suppose we should feed her?" "We can give her some bits of our dinner and see if she likes it. Did you go check on-" Just as I was about to say Winston, the gray owl flew into the room with a gusto, nearly crashing into the TV and settling onto a comfortable (for an owl) seat atop the mantle. "You know what we forgot Dan?" Phil asked as he stroked Winston's beak. I nodded. "Owl treats. I know." I replied, as I shook the pan of vegetables Phil had put on the stove. "Tomorrow is another day, we'll go out again." He said, coming back into the kitchen. "Ugh, so much interaction." I said, moving Susan off the table as her long tongue was coming threateningly close to touching the bowl of spices I'd laid out.  

(Sorry it was kind of short, I wanted to make  it long but I felt bad leaving you on a cliffhanger!)