"Hey!"

I turn around to face Stan, smiling.

"What it is?" I ask.

He gives me a bottle.

"What the hell did you do?" I ask.

"I told you breaking to the potions cabinet would be harder than just breaking your arm," Stan says.

"You broke your arm?" I ask.

"Hey. Brooms are like horses. After you've fallen 100 times, you've mastered riding them," Stan says.

"YOU FELL OFF A BROOM? WHEN?" I ask.

"Yesterday, it was a quick fix," Stan says.

"Fucking excuse me?" I ask.

He shrugs.

"It's nothing bad, it's clearly easy to deal with to wizards," he says.

"What's easy to deal with?" Kyle asks.

He walks up to us.

"I... erm," I say.

Stan shrugs.

"We were talking about my broken arm," Stan says.

"Okay then. You gave me a huge scare when you fell off, bloody hell," Kyle says.

"Yeah, sorry dude," Stan says.

Kyle nods before turning to me.

"Ken, concerning the issue of your family," Kyle says.

I look around.

"Kyle, you shouldn't talk about a sensitive topic in the middle of a fucking library," Stan says.

Kyle sighs.

"Anyway, your dad is documented as your biological father in every-single book I've found. By the way, your family runs a risk of Parkinson's disease, slightly. Thought you'd like to know," Kyle says.

"But... What the hell? How am I possible?" I ask.

"I have a theory that is going to sound awfully racist," Kyle says.

"Shoot, you're a pureblood already," I say.

"I've been thinking. Do you, possibly, have a spell on you? Think about it, it's possible your grandparents got so mad they didn't have a magical grandchild they put something on you," Kyle says.

"My sister is magical as well," I say.

"Then it's your mother that has a spell on her," Kyle says.

Would that explain the whole immortality thing?

"Just a thought," Stan starts.

We turn to him.

"Have you noticed that Kenny has some awfully powerful spells?" He asks.

Kyle shakes his head.

"The classes I have with him aren't really magical. Other than dada but that's examining creatives right now," Kyle says.

"I only know because in potions, he out of laziness shot Wingardium Leviosa at a couple of bottles. But instead of those ones coming, he got the whole damn shelf on his desk," Stan says.

Kyle looks at me.

"Why didn't I know about this?" He asks.

"I thought everyone has it," I say, shrugging.

"THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DAMN CURSE IF I'VE EVER HEARD OF ONE!" Kyle yells.

He starts walking in a small circle. When I take a step away, he stops me.

"You aren't going anywhere!" He says.

"Calm down, Ky," Stan says.

"I will absolutely not. Do you know who gave off the same signs?" Kyle asks.

Stan shakes his head, utterly confused.

"Only the most evil wizard of all time," Kyle says.

"What's his name then?" I ask.

"We do not say his name! He has ears everywhere and as he has those ears, he can tell when someone speaks of him. Say his name and bam, your wife has been eaten by a werewolf," Kyle says.

"Who are you talking about?" A brown haired boy asks.

"Nobody," Kyle says, voice full of venom.

"I could have sworn you were testing your luck, Broflovski," he says.

"Quite the opposite, Cartman," Kyle says.

They have a very silent staring competition, during which both of them keep up the thought of 'If I turn, he's going to curse me.'

"Well, Broflovski, is it nice to be the saver of mudbloods? When the dark king rises again, you are the first to hear of it," Cartman says.

Kyle freezes at hearing this.

"Don't worry. Your mother won't know what hit her," Cartman says.

Kyle's wand is in his hand faster than someone can even open their mouth.

"Are you going to hex me now, Broflovski? Would sure be a shame if you had to leave Hogwarts. You don't want to be talentless, the dark king doesn't like those," Cartman says.

"What does talentless refer to?" Stan asks, rather confused.

"You don't want to end up like your mother now do you?" Cartman asks.

"Wouldn't really mind," Kyle says.

Cartman yells out something which Kyle jumps out of the way off.

"Did your temper get lost already? What a shame, I thought you were rather pleasant," Kyle says.

He's trying his best to stay cool a little longer.

"Wouldn't be so happy, Broflovski, considering you've got quite the enemy now," Cartman says.

Kyle laughs.

"Well aren't you sure than you can do shit. For a boy that does nothing but swear to hurt my family, you've got some damned guts, I'll give you that," Kyle says.

He mutters something while pointing his wand and Cartman goes into a full body lock.

"But I can be more a very bad enemy to have as well. Oh, and a word of warning. Wouldn't go around screaming the bad word of muggleborn, might get you in trouble with the people that aren't here to kiss someone's ass. Next time, I might not be able to keep my fucking cool," Kyle says.

He lets Cartman go and Cartman runs off into the distance.

"Oh shame, I was looking forward to this being slightly fair," Kyle says.

"Kenny, we should tell him about the dragon," Stan says.

"I-I think so too. We might get cursed if we don't," I say.

Kyle looks very interested.

"Dragon? My dad is the helper of head of law in the ministry. He gets dragon cases 24/7. What's up here?" He asks.

Stan takes a deep breath.

"Okay, you have to promise to not tell this to the teachers," Stan says.

"Why not tell the professors?" Kyle asks.

"Because we aren't meant to know about this and I'm pretty sure the dragon is protecting something way bigger than all of us put together," Stan says.

Kyle nods, sitting down. We sit as well and Stan starts explaining.