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A School of Fire and Shadow (Part 1)

Here it is! The first part of my new series! Please comment and send me feedback, thank you all so much for reading!!

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TOG x ACOTAR crossover - Hogwarts au

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If Aelin Galathynius wasn’t already dreadfully excited at the thought of attending Hogwarts, she definitely became so the minute she ran through the 9 3/4 barrier. Her first steps onto the platform felt like she was walking on clouds instead of the hard cement. Rhoe and Evalin, Aelin’s flustered parents, could hardly keep up with the young eleven-year-old as she weaved through the crowd - somehow maneuvering around people even with a trolley stuffed with trunks being pushed in front of her. People practically jumped out of the way as she passed, pulling children close to save them from wheels rolling over little feet.

The Galathynius’ muttered quick apologies to disgruntled parents as they rushed to catch up to their little witchling. Unfortunately, the witch and her muggle husband were too late, which they realized as soon as they saw the overturned cart in the middle of a ten foot clearing of people. Their daughter stood with her hands on her hips - a stance she was getting too good at assuming - and bickering with a white-haired young wizard who was picking himself up from the ground.

“You’re crazy!” He exclaimed, brushing off his robes - generic black, so he must be a first year without a house yet.

Aelin scoffed, gesturing towards her upset cart with a incredibly expectant expression. “Excuse me, you are the one who ran in front of my trolley like a dementor is on your heels. The least you could do is help me put it back together again.”

The sneer that overtook the boy’s face does nothing more than send Aelin’s eyes rolling. “Well, princess, I believe you are the one who was hurtling around with reckless abandon. It surely is not my fault your cart ran over me!”

“Oh, no!” Aelin cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Did I accidentally hurt the itty bitty baby?” She mocked.

Rhoe and Evalin finally reach their daughter, her mother barely able to contain the squirming puppy in her arms. Rhoe set a hand on Aelin’s shoulder, a firm order to stand down, as the event had begun to gather a crowd. Evalin expertly slipped the small dog into the young witch’s arms, prohibiting the girl from starting any real fight.

The wizard scowled once more, tugged on the lapels of his robe self-righteously, and stalked away towards the quickly filling up train. Aelin’s parents made quick work of reassembling their daughter’s cart, and quickly pushed her and the dog towards the luggage and animal cars. Once they had her nicely packed away, they each kissed her on the cheek.

“Please try not to get into too many fights, Fireheart,” Her mother pleaded, her eyes shining with worry for her daughter’s safety.

Rhoe’s eyes however, were shining with mischief. “At least not right away.” Aelin grinned up at her father, hugged both her parents, and made an empty promise to play nice. Her mother just shook her head.

Suddenly, three long pulls from the horn alerted the family that the train was about to leave. Aelin was pushed hurriedly towards the door, which shut promptly behind her. Leaning out the window, she waved to her parents as the Hogwarts Express began to slowly move. She waited until Rhoe and Evalin were out of sight before turning to seek out a compartment, a late decision that she soon comes to regret.

...

Rhysand, following his best friends down the small aisle along the compartments, glanced in every window they passed. Embarrassingly, he had to tip-toe just a little bit to get a clear view of each cabin, while Azriel and Cassian did not. The dark, wild hair his mother had been attempting to tame this morning continued to fall annoyingly into his eyes whenever the train shook a bit - which was all the time.

Cassian and Azriel sped ahead of him on their long legs - curse early growth spurts - and Rhys almost had to jog a bit to catch up. It was because of this that the young boy almost missed her.

She was sitting alone in a compartment, a drawing pad settled on her lap and a pencil held firmly in her small right hand. Her brows were furrowed as she concentrated on her sketch while also trying to keep her hand steady in the ever moving train.

Rhysand ran past her compartment and immediately skidded to a halt the second his mind registered what he saw. Even at age eleven, Rhys knew what a pretty girl looks like, and this witch is beautiful. Cassian and Azriel stopped at the end of the car, realizing that their brother was no longer with them.

All of the young wizard’s attention, however, was now trained on the door of the compartment, and his thoughts on the girl behind it. He waved off his friends. “I’ll meet you guys later!” He called. Azriel looked at Cassian, who shrugged and opened the door to move onto the next train car.

Quickly, Rhysand pushed his hair back, trying to at least look acceptable in front of a pretty girl. His palms were sweating and he shook out his arms, trying to gain the nerve to slide open the door. Taking a deep breath, Rhys pulled back his shoulders, straightening himself to his tallest height - which is really not very tall - and pulled the door ajar.

The witch looked up from her notepad, a look of bewilderment gracing her features for just a moment before a polite smile overtook them. “Hello, can I help you?”

Rhys panicked. He truly did not think he would get this far. Clearing his throat, he attempted to recover. “I, uh, I’m Rhysand,” He blurted, thrusting out a hand for her to shake.

The girl’s smile remained, her hand slipping into his own, only a little bit smaller. “I’m Feyre, it’s nice to meet you, Rhysand.”

“Please call me Rhys,” The boy suddenly found himself saying, quite loudly if the way Feyre reacted is any indication. He drew his hand away. “Sorry, uh, there are no other open compartments... do you mind if I sit with you?” He wondered sheepishly, as he actually wasn’t sure if all the cabins were taken yet. Looking around the tiny room, Rhys realized for the first time that she is alone. He’s suddenly curious as to why there is no one else sitting with her, at the same time that he’s very glad that he was the one that came to her rescue.

Feyre shrugged, gesturing to the bench across from her. “Be my guest.”

He tried not to look too eager, he really did, but the chance to sit in the same cabin with a pretty girl - alone - on the first day? There was no hiding his excitement. Feyre giggled a little at his antics, making Rhys’ ears turn pink. “So... what house do you think you’ll be in?”

...

Rowan grumbled certain profanities - his new favorite words after he learned them from Lorcan a couple months ago - as he trudged down the train aisle, looking for a place to sit. His ankle stung from the trolley wheel rolling over it, not that he’d ever let the little blonde witchling with the striking blue eyes know about it.

Unfortunately, it seemed that all cabins were full, or full of people he dreadfully did not want to associate with. When he stumbled upon a window that led to a room occupied only by two people, seemingly his age, Rowan muttered under his breath. “Better than nothing, I suppose.”

He slid open the door, startling the drawing girl and the boy who had been trying to pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring at her. The girl smiled brightly, setting her pencil down with a small wave. Rowan immediately liked her much better than the witch from the platform. “Hello, I’m Feyre.” She greeted.

“Rowan,” He grunted back, then gestured to the empty seat next to her. “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all,” Feyre replied, picking up some of her supplies that had been resting on the bench and stuffing them into her bag. “This is Rhys.” She gestured to the small boy on the seat across from them, who was now looking very unfriendly towards Rowan.

Rowan tilted his chin in greeting, silently informing his fellow wizard that he had no intention of making a move on the girl he just met five seconds ago, as Rhys seems to be convinced. Rowan can obviously tell that there is some kind of backstory here, and he desperately does not want to get in the middle of it. He just wanted a place to sit.

As Feyre went back to drawing, and Rhys studied his nails like a nervous nancy, Rowan resorted to staring out the window, watching as the scenery flew by. He is so enraptured by the passing forest, that it takes him a moment to realize that someone new has entered the compartment. However, he recognizes her voice almost instantly.

“Oh thank the gods, I found an available place. It is rather impossible, this train is so crowded.” The blonde plopped herself down next to Rhys, smiling grandly at the people around her. “You don’t mind, do you? I’ve been searching for a place to sit for half an hour already.” Feyre has opened her mouth to respond when the girl’s eyes meet Rowan’s. Immediately, they narrow. “You.” She accuses.

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up, princess, you ran into me.” He couldn’t help the smirk when she gasps indignantly.

“Do we really need to have this conversation again?” She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air far more dramatically than necessary. When Rowan proceeds to ignore her, she scoffed. “Typical,” Turning to Rhys, she added, “I sure hope you have better manners than he does.”

Rhys stuttered a few times, eyes flickering between the two witches. After a few seconds, finally he straightened, his nervous mask slipping and a boyish smirk curving his lips. “Of course I do.” The crack in his voice ruined the intended effect however.

For the rest of the ride, Rowan planned to ignore his companions, particularly a certain blonde-haired one. His carefully crafted plan is ruined however, when Feyre addresses him. “Rowan, what are you looking forward to most at Hogwarts?”

Slightly taken aback by the question, Rowan displayed a noncommittal shrug. “My cousin, Lorcan, says that the Transfiguration teacher is really great, I’m looking forward to learning from her.”

That catches the other girl’s attention, Rowan hadn’t caught her name before, not that he cared much. “You mean Mistress Maeve?” At the slight incline of his head, the girl just shook her head slightly, leaning against the back of the bench with a thoughtful look on her face. Against his better judgement, Rowan found himself wondering what had caused such an adverse reaction.

Feyre took the shift in atmosphere in stride, continuing the conversation easily. Rowan decided that he could very easily be friends with her, if given the chance. He didn’t usually make a habit of being friends with girls, cooties and all, but her smile was contagious, and the grumpy young wizard soon found himself chuckling a bit at her jokes.

Rhys quickly loosened up, becoming more comfortable around the two little girls who already had such imposing and strong personalities. When the treats trolley came around, the blonde girl, who Rowan had now learned was named Aelin, jumped out of her seat in excitement.

“Can I have two, no, three chocolate frogs please?” She had asked, already jittery without the sugar in her stomach. The witch eagerly ripped open one of the packages, ignoring the card inside and bit into the treat. It was then that she finally noticed Rowan’s disgusted expression. Her mouth still wrapped around a portion of the frog - which had stopped moving the second it had touched her lips - Aelin’s voice came out muffled. “What’s you’re problem? Do you not like chocolate or something?”

Now it was Feyre’s turn to look at him, the same level of disbelief placed on her face. Rowan shifted uncomfortably before remembering that he shouldn’t be intimidated by two girls. Immediately, he straightened. “Not particularly, no. It rots your teeth.”

Feyre gasped, and Rhys chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly. Aelin’s eyes narrowed, sizing him up. Rowan had to work extra hard not to squirm under her scrutinizing gaze. After a few more seconds, and the finishing of Aelin’s first frog, the girl finally spoke. “Huh. Well, that means more for me, I guess... Do you want the collector’s cards?”

Thoroughly taken aback, Rowan could only stare as she opened the next package with a little more delicacy, pulled out the card without letting the wily frog loose, and grabbed the other from the previous box. He watched her movements silently until her hand was outstretched towards him, offering the tokens. “Consider it my apology-” she gritted out the word like she hated to say it, “-for running you over at the platform. Truce?”

After taking the cards from her small, delicate fingers, Rowan slipped his empty hand into her own, shaking it resolutely. “Sure, princess. Truce.”

She scowled at the nickname, but smiled none the less, a faint girlish blush overtaking her cheeks as she slid her hand away from his. Just as she was about to open her second chocolate frog, Rhys in the middle of handing over one of his pumpkin pasties to Feyre, another young wizard, decked in Gryffindor robes, appeared in the window. When he saw Aelin, he positively lit up, pushing open the door and scooping her up in a large hug.

Rowan exchanged glances with his other cabin-mates as Aelin squealed, hugging the second year boy right back again. “I couldn’t find you anywhere, Aelin! I was so worried.” The boy exclaimed when he has set the witch down again. Briefly, he looked around the cabin and noticed her company. “Interesting friends you got here, Aelin.”

“Shh, Aedion, be nice!” She complained. Her cheeks were still red but Rowan couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed by their earlier interaction or the new male. “Rhys, Feyre, Rowan, this is my cousin, Aedion. He’s a second year, and in Gryffindor!”

Rowan felt like he just experienced whiplash. This squealing girl is nothing like the calculating one he was just bickering with moments ago. It seems the witch has a side of herself she reserves just for her family. Or perhaps the devious side is reserved just for him. Whatever the case, Rowan can’t tell which side he finds more annoying...

...

Just as Feyre was starting to talk to Aedion about what he likes about Gryffindor, another older boy appeared in the compartment doorway, a broad smile plastered on his face. Conversation stopped in the tiny room, as all attention turns towards the wizard, Hufflepuff robes covering his slightly intimidating frame. Though he couldn’t be much older than Feyre and her new friends, the male must have already gotten his growth spurt, and uses it to his advantage.

“Rhysand! It’s so good to see you!” He exclaimed, bounding into the now crowded compartment. Feyre watched as Aedion’s eyes narrowed at the male. She took a bite of her pumpkin pasty.

“Tamlin, it’s been a while,” Aedion spoke up before Rhys could respond. Tamlin ignored Aelin’s cousin, instead sliding onto the seat between Rhysand and Aelin and wrapping his arms around their shoulders conspiratorially. Aedion muttered something under his breath and then patted Aelin’s knee. “I’ll see you later, Aelin. Don’t get into trouble.”

The girl just smirked up at the wizard, and watched as he left before turning to the boy now sitting next to her. Feyre threw a confused glance towards Rowan, who was observing the interaction with minimal interest.

Finally, Rhysand got around to talking, shrugging Tamlin’s arm off his shoulders. “Nice to see you too, Tamlin. How are you doing?” It was with this sentence that Tamlin’s eyes found Feyre’s, just as she shoved the last of her pasty into her mouth.

She found herself blushing under his interested gaze, and didn’t know what to do with her sticky hands. Smiling shyly, Feyre tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear. “Hey, I’m Tamlin, Hufflepuff, second year.” He greeted, offering his hand to shake before thinking better of it, seeing her pumpkin-y fingers.

“I’m Aelin, that’s Feyre, and that grump over there in Rowan. Nice to meet you, Tamlin.” Aelin quipped, drawing Tamlin’s attention away from Feyre. The girl let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding, and looked over just in time to see Rhys roll his eyes. Confusion filled Feyre’s mind. That is the second person who had reacted negatively towards the new guy. But why? He seemed like a nice wizard.

He was also the second person who had stopped by the cabin to see a friend. If someone was thoughtful enough to do that, they were already in Feyre’s good books, as even her two sisters neglected to visit. In fact, they had left her alone to fend for herself the moment they had stepped through the barrier onto the platform. The relief that had coursed through the young witch when Rhysand had asked to sit with her had been overwhelming. And then Rowan and Aelin had joined and it had become a party. Tamlin’s entrance was just as welcome as far as Feyre was concerned.

Rowan had gone back to looking out the window, a bored expression on his face. Rhysand was eating his remaining pumpkin pasty, sulking as Tamlin carried an easy conversation with Aelin. His green eyes, however, continuously flickered towards Feyre. She can’t help the blush that lights her cheeks, but for the life of her, she can’t find a segue into the conversation. So, instead of feeling awkward, Feyre turned her attention to the white-haired boy next to her.

“Hey, Rowan,” The wizard broke from his blank staring out the window and blinked a few times, seeming to finally focus on what he was looking at. Before Feyre can ask her question, Rowans pointed toward something in the distance.

“Wait, isn’t that the castle?” He questioned, drawing Aelin’s attention from Tamlin as the four of them crowded around the window. From the corner of her eye, Feyre saw Tamlin huff, before standing and peering over all of them.

“There she is, Hogwarts school for Wizards and Witchlings.” Tamlin chuckled to himself, backing up until he hovered in the doorway once more. “I should head back to my friends,” His gaze drifted to Rhysand, seeming to remember why he had visited in the first place. “Nice catching up with you, Rhys.” His eyes averted to the two witches, still standing by the window. Aelin was barely paying attention to him anymore. “Girls,” He said in parting with a slight nod, not even glancing towards Rowan before strutting out of sight.

“What a weirdo,” Aelin muttered, making both Rhysand and Rowan laugh.

Feyre simply shrugged, pulling her robes out of her bag. “I thought he was nice.” She tried, heading toward the door. Her friends were already decked in their Hogwarts attire. “I’m gonna go change, now that we’re getting so close to the castle.”

Rhysand was the only one that answered, nodding slightly while they continued to gawk at the enormous building coming closer and closer. It was at this moment, seeing three eleven-year-olds, staring intently out the window, a gorgeous castle looming in front of them, that Feyre wished she had her camera. It would have made a wonderful picture. Perhaps one day she would paint it instead.

...

Four boats, each loaded with four first years, magically floated across the lake. Aelin almost tipped over the watercraft in her excitement to reach her new school - her new home - for the next seven years. Rowan had had to grab her by the waist before she fell into the inky depths. When she had been firmly seated again, Feyre grabbed her hand, squeezing it conspiratorially. Aelin squeezed it back, figuring that it was safer way to show her excitement.

Somehow, Rowan, Rhys, Feyre and her had been shuffled onto the same boat, though Aelin wasn’t necessarily complaining. It wasn’t like she knew a ton of other first years. In fact, other than Elide, Aelin knew none of her fellow classmates. Perhaps it was good that she was stuck on a wobbly rowboat with people she had at least known for a couple hours.

She wasn’t sure about her companions however. From what she’d gathered since they exited the train, Rhys had plenty of friends in their year, seeming quite popular actually. Rowan had simply gone with the crowd, not picking out anyone in particular to talk to, and Feyre had practically clung to Aelin in fear of losing her in the mass of people streaming for the carriages. A huge man with stark white hair that contrasted drastically with his incredibly dark skin had herded all the first years towards the boats. Before they took off, he had introduced himself as Varian, head of Gryffindor House and Care of Magical Creatures professor.

Now, nearing the shore on the other side of the mystical lake, Aelin stood up a bit in anticipation, This time, it was Rhysand who set his hands on her shoulders and sat her back down. “Bloody hell, Aelin, if you tip us...” He chuckled, sharing a glance with Rowan who was rolling his eyes.

They couldn’t do anything to stop the young witch however when the boat docked and she bolted off. Feyre quickly caught up to her, a wide smile stretching her face. “We’re here,” Aelin’s new friend whispered in awe. For a moment, both girls stared up at the castle. In the darkness, it’s windows were all lit up, casting a kind of golden light around the surrounding grounds. It truly felt magical.

“C’mon!” Aelin finally exclaimed, grasping Feyre’s hand in her own and tugging her towards the front of the group. They walked beside two other blonde girls, who quickly introduced themselves as Lysandra and Mor.

“Can you guys even believe it?” Mor questioned quietly as they made their way up the grand staircase.

Lysandra shook her head. “I’m so nervous my hair is changing color.” The girl muttered, looking forlornly at her golden locks.

Feyre reeled back slightly as the witch’s hair suddenly turned brunette. “You’re a metamorphmagus!” Aelin squealed, lightly touching the tips of the hair now darkening to a deep brown.

Lysandra was about to respond when a woman appeared at the top of the steps, seemingly from nowhere. Though short, her piercing gray eyes and severe bob made her look like a witch that surely should not be messed with. She seemed to meet each and every one of their gazes at the same time. “Thank you, Varian.” She murmured to the professor as he walked past.

“No problem, Amren. I’ll see you at the feast.” He responded, a smile in his voice. Mor and Aelin shared a glance.

“Hello, first years, welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” Her sharp voice did not hinder Aelin’s growing excitement in the least. “I am Professor Amren, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and Head of Slytherin House.” She gestured towards the enormous double doors Professor Varian had just disappeared through. “Behind those doors, your fellow classmates are waiting for you. First, however, will be the sorting ceremony where you will each be sorted into your houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Once you are sorted, you will sit at your house table and we will begin the feast. So,” A wicked glint in her eye suddenly made Aelin nervous for the first time that day. “Let’s go.”

Leading the way to the great hall, Professor Amren opened the doors, and sixteen first years officially entered the beginning of their journey at Hogwarts.

Masterlist

We will meet all the other Hogwarts students in the next chapter so stay tuned for Dorian and Azriel and Chaol and Helion and more!

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