A Muggle At Hogwarts

A Muggle at Hogwarts

by: Mae Silverpaws

Rabaz sighed and tried to stretch his legs in the cramped seating area of the small plane that was taking him on the last leg of his journey. It was great of his father to pull a few strings and get one of his overseas buddies to agree to take him from London to the remote area of Scotland but being long in the legs did have its disadvantages.

Coke sighed and twirled around in his airline carrier.

"Don't worry, old boy. We will be there soon and then you can get out and run some, I promise."

"Woof," Coke answered in a very tired sounding voice.

Rabaz looked out the window and saw lights from the runway not too far ahead.

"Rabaz," came the clipped British voice from the speakers. "We will be landing momentarily. Please make sure your dog is crated and you are sitting and buckled in. We should be on the ground in less then ten minutes."

"Thanks, Arthur," said Rabaz reaching for the seatbelt and tucking his journal away in his backpack.

The landing went very smoothly and they were stopped in front of the quaint older airport gate in just a few moments.

Rabaz chuckled to himself as he heard, "Private plane now disembarking at gate three."

"Gate three," he said to himself. "There is only one door off the runway area and three gates in the chain link fence to get to the door." After uncrating Coke and slipping his leash onto his collar Rabaz and Coke waited for the pilot, an old friend of his fathers, to join him on the ground before heading for the gate.

"Thanks again for the lift, Arthur," said Rabaz extending his hand. "I really appreciate it."

"Not a problem, ol' chap," said Arthur. "Straight ahead is the gate. I must run and attend to some matters towards the hanger." The red haired gentleman shook Rabaz's hand quickly and then turned in the direction of the hanger. Rabaz turned to thank the older gentleman one more time but with a slight popping sound, the older gentleman had seemed to disappear.

"Hmmm fast old dodger," Rabaz thought to himself as he entered the airport.

Going through security went very quickly. Rabaz did have to empty his carry on backpack and have the bottom of his shoes inspected but it still did not take long at all.

Entering the main area of the terminal, Rabaz was wondering how he would recognize his Aunt Minnie; he hadn't seen her since he was seven or eight years old; a good thirty years ago. However, he didn't have to worry. An older looking version of his mother was waiting for him. She appeared to be about ten years older then his mother dressed in a black turtleneck and dress pant and a green blazer with some sort of crest on the lapel.

Rabaz walked towards her with a big smile on his face. "Aunt Minnie?" he inquired as he approached.

The older woman sighed. "Dear, I haven't been called Minnie in many years. I prefer Minerva. However, yes I am Aunt Minnie. You are Rabaznaz I presume?"

Rabaz extended his hand and said," Yes but I prefer Rabaz, Aunt Minerva."

Minerva Zanzabar McGonagall smiled. "Very well then, Rabaz, and who do we have here?" She knelt down on one knee and extended a hand toward Coke.

"This is Coke, Aunt Minerva. Coke, say hello to Aunt Minerva."

Coke extended his paw and barked quietly, it sounded very much like the dog had said, "Hi."

"Well nice to meet you too, Coke," said Aunt Minerva as she scratched behind the dog's left ear. "Well you two, we still have quite a trip before we get to our destination. Did you bring much with you, Rabaz?"

"No not much actually. Just two boxes with mostly my writing and painting materials. And of course a suitcase with my clothes. Mum is sending my van and other things in a week or two."

"Oh your vehicle too; that should prove interesting. Before we go too much farther I must say: Finite Incantatem."

As if a secret wall was sliding aside, in Rabaz's mind he suddenly looked at his aunt and she was in long green wizarding robes and a tall pointed black hat. "So the stuff I write about is real," he said.

"Yes, Rabaz, it is. I am a witch and you, sir, are a half-blood. Your abilities never totally appeared magically but you have magical abilities with a quill and a paintbrush. Now if we can collect your belongings we shall continue on our way."