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They had been in Amity a week and everything still seemed extremely weird. And it wasn’t just the classes. It was also the fact that they used electricity and other muggle tech. And all around the town there were signs of magic. It was so strange to see signs of magic in what looked like a muggle environment.
Harry kept waiting for aurors to show up to obliviate everyone.
And the classes taught at Casper made him and Ron uncomfortable, and Hermione was always bordering on arguing about the content. Harry didn’t struggle as much. He hadn’t grown up believing blood magic and necromancy were evil like Ron, and he hadn’t delved into studying all things about British magical history like Hermione.
But of course, Harry’s life was never simple.
“Is that your sister?” Harry asked, pointing to a girl who looked about two years younger than Danny, although they looked like they could be twins. They were at lunch and Harry was trying not to think too hard about what was in the food. He definitely preferred Hogwarts meals. He had seen the girl before and been curious.
“Ellie? No. She’s my clone sister.”
“What?” Hermione asked, dropping her spoon.
“Oh yeah. There’s this creep that wants to kill my dad, marry my mom, and take me as his son. Since we kept refusing he tried to clone me.” Danny smiled at his…sister. She waved at them, coming over.
“Hey, I’m Ellie. You guys are the visitors from the weird magic school, right?” she plopped down on the seat next to Danny, reaching over to steal one of his fries.
“And you’re a clone?” Hermione said, her eyes flickering between Danny and Ellie.
“Yup.” she said, stealing another fry from Danny.
“What’s a clone?” Ron asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
Hermione stared at him.
“Well, you see,” Ellie started, and Danny snorted, “when a Fruitloop is so obsessed with having another woman’s son as his own, he takes some of his DNA, and makes a baby, that he then grows with magic till they’re about the right age, then he tells them that they’re meant to replace the original, but they’re too smart and decide they’d rather be the original’s sister, and they both beat up the Fruitloop.”
Harry stared at her incredulously. Beside him he could see Ron gaping, and Hermione opening and closing his mouth.
Across from them Danny rolled his eyes while Tucker and Sam laughed.
“That’s not quite how it happened.” Danny said. “But basically yeah.”
“You have a Dark Lord?” Hermione finally managed to say.
“He wishes he was a Dark Lord.” Danny said, chuckling.
“What even is a Dark Lord anywary.” Sam said, rolling her eyes. “Is it just someone who does magic you don’t agree with? What is it that makes someone a Dark Lord, and who gets to decide?”
“Sam,” Tucker interrupted, “let’s not get philosophical again.”
She huffed and crossed her arms but fell quiet.
“Besides, Vlad’s a Fruitloop, not a Dark Lord.” Danny said, rolling his eyes.
Hermione looked like she wanted to argue about the Dark Lord thing, but Ron elbowed her in the side. She glared at him, but picked up her spoon and angrily started eating again.
Harry decided to redirect the conversation. “So, why don’t you have Defense Against the Dark Arts?”
“What’s really considered dark?” Sam started, but Tucker spoke up quickly.
“I think we cover the same basic concepts when it comes to spellcrafting. And there’s classes on the different magical races–”
“The people you classify as creatures.” Sam interrupted, glaring.
Tucker continued as if she hadn’t spoken, which was probably for the best. “and their history and traditions. But that’s more of a social class. It’s still a required gen ed so we can be more aware of each other.”
“Really?” Hermione asked, sounding interested. “I wish they taught that at Hogwarts.”
Sam opened her mouth, probably to make another controversial comment, But Danny spoke over her.
“You can probably buy the textbooks to take back with you when you leave at the end of the semester.”
Harry relaxed, glad that it didn’t look like they’d be getting into another debate.
This was a strange place. But he was eager to learn more about magic, even if it was different than Hogwarts.