Harry Potter, The Baudelaires, and The Fifth House

Chapter 8

They exited Hogwarts as they knocked on Hagrid's door. "Sunny is here!", Violet called as the door opened wide.

"Wow, you finished late! It's already one in the morn'n!". Hagrid said as he held sunny in his arms, "I don't wanna keep any of you awake too long, so this is goodnight."

"Take good care.", Klaus said as they closed the door and entered the very dark hallways leading to the tower.

Suddenly the Baudelaires were shoved to the ground. "Oh god. I am so sorry.", a girl said in the darkness.

"Excuse me, who are you?", Violet asked as she helped her brother up in the darkness,

"Winter Grace.", She said. "Let me light my candle.", She said as suddenly a soft light filled a good portion of the hallway.

"Hello.", Klaus said looking at the shorter, silver haired girl that was standing in front of them holding a soft blue wax candle in her hands. Her eyes were green, she didn't look too old, and they didn't recognize her from the sorting.

"Are you a second year?", Violet asked.

"Yes. I am a Ravenclaw. I recall seeing you from earlier, Klaus Baudelaire.", Winter said smiling at him.

"What are you doing wandering the halls at past midnight?"

"Usually I sneak to the library until eleven-ish to get to the dorm before midnight when the teachers do their rounds. But since I haven't been here for almost half a year, I forgot my way and kinda maybe got lost...", Winter said as she turned around, looking at all the different passages.

"I am also very interested in books, too. We had a entire library. We visited Proofrock prep. They had a Library that was closed due to budgets. There was also a hospital library called the Library of Records, where I was also forced to cut off Violet's head and was shoved inside a mail vent with our baby sister to avoid a wicket woman searching for a sugar bowl."

Winter stared at Klaus as he realized he may have said a bit too much as Violet held her head in her palm.

"You can come into our tower for a bit, so you aren't here alone.", Violet offered as all three of them went up to the tower.

When they arrived, Winter looked closely at everything in the room. She even found a house symbol of some type of bird with long feathers. The beds were in-crested with a name. "Phoenixgem"

"I think this wasn't a spare tower...", Winter said as she looked at the Baudelaires. "This must be a fifth tower... or a fifth house."

"I thought there were only four.",Violet asked.

"Me too. But I feel like Bravery, Kindness, Intelligence, And, well, rudeness, kinda sums it up.", Winter said as she said thought. "Love? No, ew. Creativity?"

"I don't feel like that would be considered as a main trait.", Klaus answered.

They all three sat on the beds in the girls dormitory as they talked about their pasts, but Violet And Klaus being Cautious about what they were saying if VFD was known in Hogwarts or a even worse organization existed. As Winter's candle began to slowly melt away, they had all fell asleep on the beds in the tower.

“Winter?” Violet said as Winter was in the bathroom. “Are you done yet?”
The bathroom door opened slowly as Winter walked out in her own Purple robe. “My mother made me this robe last year.”, she said as the Baudelaires complimented her.

“Oh no”. Winter gasped as she realized that she needed to be at the Ravenclaw tower. “I need to go!”

“Wait, do you have your class list with you by chance?”, Violet asked as she pulled out her paper with the red Gryffindor symbol printed in the top corner.

“Yes. But I believe we don’t have much time to spare.”

“Well we can talk during lunch and then at break time after all of us can chat.”, Klaus commented as he gave Winter her bag as she left the dorms.

“We better get moving also. I have no idea where to go and I don’t know how strict the teachers are.”, Violet said as they made a quick trip to say hi to Hagrid and Sunny before their classes.
 
Klaus knocked on the door as they arrived. “Hagrid?”

“Shh Shh Shh! Sunny is still asleep!”, Hagrid whispered as he ran to open the door quickly and quietly. “Ye’ better get to class. Off you go!”, Hagrid shut the door soft as a mouse not to wake up Sunny.

“That errand was quick.”, Violet agreed as they split up to go to the Library and Charms.

“Sit down, sit down!”, Flitwick said as it seemed like it was every other wizard’s 7th Year. “Excuse me, what is your name?”, he asked as Violet choose one of the few seats left.

“Violet Baudelaire, sir.”

“Thank you. Everyone gets out your wands. First, we will jump right in and attempt levitation. I hoped you grabbed your feather on your way in, so set that and your wand aside while I tell you the instructions.”
 
Violet pulled out the wand and her feather as she tied up her hair carefully.
 
“PPSSTT.”, said someone from beside her.

Violet pressed her finger against her lips as she got out a small notepad along with the recommended supplies.

“Violet!”
 
“What?”, Violet whispered back at the boy next to her. A small pin of a ink and pen was put on her neighbor’s red scarf.

“Harrison Hartington”, he wrote down on a piece of paper as the charm’s teacher began to state the harms of doing a spell incorrectly.

“You’re one of the Baudelaires?”, Harrison asked.

“Matter of fact, yes.”

“Glad to meet you.”, he greeted polietly.

“Are you a wizard?”, Violet asked, while flicking her wrist and reciting “Wingardium Leviosa”

“Obviously. What you think I’m the muggle here?”, Harrison laughed as Violet got her feather to lift an inch after the fourth try.

“Sorry, that question may have been foolish to ask. A muggle?”, she twirled her wrist after flicking for awhile.

“Yeah duh, you and your siblings are muggles. I’ll make sure that everyone will know that.”, Harrison chuckled as if Violet didn’t know the truth.

“Everyone?”, Violet whispered cautiously.

“I’m part of the paper.”, Harrison rolled his brown eyes, “You are just a fake, Violet, a poor, homeless, orphan, fake.”

“I… what?”

“Are you deaf too?”, Harrison peered at her with the corner of his eye. “As head of newspaper, well I will be, I will make sure all the wizarding schools will know you are muggles. And you can’t do anything to stop me, Violet Baudelaire.”

Violet stared at her feather. Inside Violet knew that would be bad… but how would she be able to stop Harrison? She thought she would save it until she could tell her siblings and Winter.