Expectum Patronum;; [HP-INSPIRED]

[kan]

TOTAL TEASERZ;;

I did not make the banner, snagged it off google, and all credits go to the person who made it. Oh, and the fic is loosely based on the works of JK Rowling. So there won't be a follow-up of the series, just merely the elements of the series.

Since the dawn of magic such a world becomes, despite its sources of bountiful mysticism and fantasy, victimized to those of a brilliant mind, witted and of dark intent. The sensational malice for those who oppose such malevolence, lust for power and will to dominate various races has led the ministry, the school, and its citizens to losing their minds due to the everyday dangers of being extraordinary in the ordinary.

It has always been dangerous for man to wander, boundless. Would it be on the seas or, more so in the air, the risks of deaths are always present but so has the urge to strive for adventure. In the past century or so, the school has been particularly questionable due to the dark histories within its very halls, rooms, the fact that students were frequently disappearing, even months, sometimes never to come back.

Aside the school's eerieness, it always flourishes, the presence of sqeauling souls, gossiping children, fresh faces gallore, hopeful teachers educating the mind and charming the senses - a few missing eyebrows and mis-transfigured rats.

The stories which you will find here are only some testimonials of human madness, the threats wizards young and old have to endure, each day, making more victims and more predators. It would be pleasant to say that there is light in neverending darkness, but then that'd be a lie, wouldn't it?

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR I AM UP TO NO GOOD --- *
A silly idea to cast Disney characters in the likeness to JK Rowling's artful series, but, hey, I dare to mix such a thing.

No, no, I'm not saying Harry Potter meets Frollo. Heavens no! ; This is strictly Disney in an HP sort of setting, you get it? :3 So no, you will not see Harry Potter and company, er, interacting with animated characters and such. That's like mixing Alivin and the Chipmunks with Twilight. XDDD

Think of this as a Disney parody --- just a lot more cooler. XD

[somechick]

Wow, I got chills reading the intro!
And LOL, Alvin meets Twilight!
We get what you mean.

[kan]

Chocolate Frogs

"Then I met a woman who tamed dragons, full of strange oaths, and bearded like the goat, jealous in honor, sudden and quick in the presence of such majestic creatures, seeking friendship even in the most dangerous of beasts, such as the Horntail.

Quite a woman was she, brilliant and eccentric in the face of adventure. Why, the lovely peasant may have had the bravery of my men, but not the grace of my beautiful wife, Snow White. Oh, Jim! I feel a song coming on! I cannot help it, for my heart sings when I speak of her."


The boy was roused from a half-doze by a sudden hallwide thudding of boots. He jerked fully awake to see the wrinkling nose of a young girl with dark bushy hair and narrowed, deep brown eyes. He jumped a little in his seat, and, with arched eyebrows, observed her look of utter vexation. She had her hand to her hip and was taking an easy stance, one foot on the cushion of the seat. "Yes?" he snapped, quite vexed as well.

"Move, chico," snapped the hispanic wonder, shoving him easily with just a hand, and he found himself pressed to the window of his once peaceful compartment. He managed to unstick his once-plastered face from the window, but was even better at mustering a death glare at the haughty intruder.

"Whatever." Jim muttered with a roll of his azure eyes. sneaking a playful glance her way. The girl caught this and returned his sly expression with a mischevious smirk; the two looked incredibly impish, but not as impish as the fist that made instant contact to his arm.

"Missed you, stupid." Audrey said, rolling her brown eyes.

"Hey!" Jim cried, laughing somewhat at her affectionate assualt.

The boy who had been speaking earlier brought about an attention-grabbing sound, a clear of the throat to be precise. "I'm awfully pleased you've missed me so, Audrey." The blue-eyed boy before them said, his rosy face bringing about a charming smile.

"Oh shut up, Ferdi," Audrey said, pulling the polite-mannered boy into a bone-crushing hug. "You know I wouldn't forget you."

"I should hope not!" Ferdinand cried, his brilliant blue eyes filled with love and warmth as he embraced his tough-as-nails friend. It was odd to see Audrey hug such a tender-hearted fellow so gently; but that was enough evidence that she had indeed miss him as well.

Jim grinned lopsidedly, feeling at home again as the terrifc trio, within the walls of the howling train, conversed happily, quite like old times. Audrey, though snappish and foul-tempered, was relatively sweet. But her temper was always balanced with the kind and gentle prince that was Ferdinand, the peace-maker of the group. It was an odd group, he would admit this even to himself, but the thought of changing such a team would never cross his mind.

"Remember what it was like? Yah know," Jim said with a chuckle, "starting out?"

Audrey and Ferdinand looked a bit distant, walking down memory lane as Jim predicted. They broke into a sort of nostalogia when Jim mentioned their first meeting.

"You mean the part when Ferdi was gonna get the ultimate wedgie? Or the part where you nearly got your head punched in by Pan?" Audrey said it more like a statement than a question, her smile growing into a knowing smirk.

"Very funny." Jim snapped, shaking his head. He hated Peter so much; it was a wonder as to how he got sorted into Gryffindor, when he was (and still is) so cocky and immature!

"I was but a child, my dear. I was ten, I believe." Ferdinand noted, quite embarrased the young woman had had to rescue his hinny from Aladdin's clutches. Now, Ferdinand wasn't one to start fights, Jim knew that, but there was a time when the Arabian protested against the rich. And everyone knew Ferdinand was the target of his jealousy. Thankfully, Aladdin had apologized in the end. He was merely in the rich-vs-poor phase.

"Ok, so you saved our butts. Big deal." Jim said, trying to regain some of his dignity.

"Hey, you asked if I remembered, and I did." Audrey said, smirking.

"'Tis a wonder how we've become so close, my dear friends. But I can't help but notice our differences, differences I am pleased of. For it makes us quite a merry band!" Ferdinand declared with a lovely smile, chipper as always. This made Jim smile, if not recall a little something.

"It's also a wonder to me as to why you talk like some dude from the middle ages. Man, even after all these years of hearing us babble, you still can't seem to keep up." Jim said warmly, adjusting his postion to position that would prove a little more comfortable for the trip.

"Oh, my. Me speak like one of such olden times? Why, Jim, I never knew you thought my way of speaking to be archaic." Ferdinand said curiously, not at all offended.He was a good-natured boy, a sweet boy.

"Hey, least he doesn't talk like your little friend. You're the only wizard who has an alien for a pet, rather than an owl. It's a little loco, don't you think?" Audrey noted, looking at Jim critically (playfully, of course).

"Touché." Jim chirped, petting the babbling blob with a gentle finger.

"En guard, alien-houser!" cried a voice before thrusting a wand in Jim's direction.

"Pan..." Jim hissed.

"Aw, gosh, Jim! I thought you'd be happy to see me!" Peter said, looking boisterious and proud. His youthful smile weaved mischeif.

"Ok, nevermind. Having a fairy for a pet is a lot more loco than having an alien..." Audrey said, her tone flat and unamused.

Peter pouted at Audrey's bold comment and crossed his arms, looking to the side stubbornly. Crimson bangs adorned his broad, milky forehead, covering a bit of his lovely brown eyes that narrowed like spears.

Jim had to admit, grudgingly, that it was no wonder Wendy adored him so. He was handsome; and his eyes were most becoming for a fourth year.

"Tinkerbell is not a pet. She's my friend. Unlike your cat, Fluffy, Rameriz." Peter said, smirking. It was at that moment when a cart made instant collision with the auburn-haired youth, caused by Jim's brilliant wand-wielding.

Peter was instantly crushed by the rolling cart.

"Anything from the trolley? Anything from the trolley?" Jim called, howling with laughter as a horde of children tackled down the haughty boy with their appetite for the sweets held within the cart.

Ferdinand gasped, pressing a hand to his lips. "I believe that was uncalled for, was it not?" he asked, concerned for the down-trod boy and his screaming fairy.

Jim and Audrey tackled the cart, stealing whatever they could get their hands on, whilst clearing possible evidence with the use of their wands. The two were like ferrets!

"For once, stop being so nice." Audrey snapped, shoving a pumpkin pastie down his throat, smirking. "Enjoy, compadre!"

Jim looked over his shoulder, his lips smothered with chocolate, Ferdinand looking as if he had commited a horrible crime. Peter got crushed by the trolley! Oh, the woe! And he had done nothing to save the boy.

"Oh cool," Jim said excitedly, "a chocolate frog. Let's see who I get this time."

"Hurry up and read it before the lady comes back!" Audrey hissed, watching the other children scramble away with their appetizing stash.

"Awesome! I got Jafar!" he cried, sitting back down in his seat, plopping his legs on the seat across from him.

"Ew, is the dude Professor T's grandfather or something?" Audrey said, wrinkling her nose.

"If I might intervene," Ferdinand said, smoothing back his chocolate-brown hair. "He is only the most powerful wizard alive, and holds no relation to our professor. He's been known to despise muggle-borns...the wretched snake. He's in Azkaban as far as I know."

This is why Ferdinand was so invaluable to Jim. He was incredibly loyal, honest, and most of all...intelligent.

Jim gazed at the moving picture. It showed Jafar posing in his drab robes, cackling with rolled back eyes.

"Kinda looks like a dementor with a toothache." Audrey snickered, then watched the Trolley Lady whack poor Peter over the head. Peter tried to explain to the woman that the mess was not of his doing, but all cries fell on deaf ears. The devilish duo snickered, all but the concered Ferdinand.

Jim pressed his back to the cushion of where he sat and closed his eyes, heaving a cool sigh. He'd sleep. Like he always did. It was a long trip, after all. And Ferdinand would keep Audrey company anyway.

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[somechick]

OMG! The fabulous trio!
I love the oddity of your choice in trio, also how you referred Pan as the rival!
THE TROLLY INCIDENT MAKES ME LAUGH!

MORMOREMORE

[pumpkinking18]

LMAO! Omg, Miggy, you ish a vair talented writer and hilarious! Aladdin gone ghetto on Ferdi! I WANT A JAFAR CARD! XD

Ahem...

...please add more, yez?

[Hades]

OMG......OMFG, THIS IS TOO BRILLIANT! <333333

YOU MUST MUST MUST MUST WRITE MORE!!

[jafar]

(Oh gosh! "Dementor with a Toothache!" Please DON'T STOP WRITING YET!)

[gypsyking]

*fangirl sqeal of the HP-ness*

Purrrr... Migs you`re the queen of fics XDD

[Warren Peace]

Okay, this is totally, rotfl-in' brilliant...

But goddammit, do you KNOW what chocolate does to Jim?!

*screams at Jim* WILL YOU COOL IT WITH THE WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA YOU KNOW HOW MUTT HAS ISSUES WITH HEIGHTS!!!!!

Mutt: *wails* DX *clings to ceiling*


Jim: *whispers* Keep writin', Miggy...

[kawena]

A LITTLE LESS CONVERSATION

This was where Jim would keep to himself, a cozy little hut located just outside of Hogwarts, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was also the place where he would come to read while his dearest friend lingered in the air of his treasured company. The professors that taught at Hogwarts were quick to forget how the children started; the most prominent time of their young lives, so forgotten carelessly due to so many years of teaching, but Quasimodo was one of the professors with the memory of an elephant.

He limped his way out of the hut to investigate the plantations he’d grown, having been a guilty fanatic of Herbology, flowers, and greens in general. He’d plant specific flowers that represented certain people, and looking upon a flower, he was instantly reminded of Jim. It was a little blue bud, nothing more, but it had a loveliness that could not be denied.

“Jim, I don’t mean to disturb you,” he called softly from where he stood tending the flowers. “But for the oddest reason, I can’t help but recall the first day you came wobbling down for the annual sorting.” He laughed shyly, his blue eyes shimmering behind threads of crimson locks that only seemed to emphasize his childlike amusement.

From where the youth sat, he pressed his temple to the wall where he ignored the book’s lively grayscale animation with much interest in what the hunchback had to say. His annoyed expression, caused by the sudden disruption, faded into that of tenderness and light-hearted humor. “C’mon, stop it before you move yourself to tears,” the teenager laughed, grinning from ear to ear as he hopped off the bed to accompany the big fellow once more.

“Y-you were so tiny,” he chuckled pleasantly, and then changed the subject immediately, thinking that perhaps he had sounded silly. “It’s really great to see you again. I’ve missed you.”

Quasimodo bowed his head with an air of insecurity and pretended to be more interested in a gooey fungus that throbbed not too far from where he stood.

“Missed yah too; but do you have to go all nostalgic on me? It’s not like you’re that old, y’know.” He said with his signature shrug, his smile most charming.

“Well, you can’t go wrong with memories. Why, I-I like thinking back to the days of youth because its filled with moments that can never fade, even with the time, like – j-just gets stronger.” Quasimodo stuttered, warmth filling his dreamy gaze, his thick fingers caressing the petals of a beautiful pink flower. In the middle of his heart-felt speech, he paused then frowned. “Like my friend and I would always go to the Black Lake to think back on the day’s events a-and we’d sometimes go to observe the mermaids…we had protection, so we were never harmed –“

“She’s a total jerk! C’mon, she was the best Quidditch Player in the world, and she screwed it up by joining him.” Jim snapped, running a hand through his baby-soft hair in frustration.

“You used to praise her,” Quasimodo said defensively. “And I think she was under the Imperius Curse when it happened. She just couldn’t have…”

“You know what? Let’s just drop it, ok? I just got back and…” Jim said tiredly, sighing into his hands. “Anyway, I gotta head over to class soon…the sun’s coming out and I haven’t even dressed.”
Quasimodo nodded submissively and gazed up at the youth with big forgiving eyes. “I understand. I didn’t mean to anger you, Jim. I’ll be seeing you soon as well. I think you’re going to like today’s topic in Care of Magical Creatures – going to be exciting, I hope.”

“All of your classes are exciting, you know that.” Jim beamed, rushing out of the garden with a face of doom and thoughts of detention on his first day of school. "Let's hope Pan gets mauled by Norbert again. It'd be priceless!"

Quasimodo had heard him and cried back in the distance, "Don't bet on it, Jim!"