Jack headed to the door, "Accio wands," Jack cast, Kaine's and Caius's wands flew into Jack's hand. "Now then Kaine I suggest you don't try anything, without your wand your just an ordinary twelve year old." Jack was betting on one thing, earlier he found it odd that Kaine did not have a wand, for some reason now he had one. Jack's hypothesis was that the dream world agreed with him and gave Kaine a wand. Jack had found himself unable to use his own real world powers, they had been replaced by a wand. Similarly Kaine's powers should have been replaced now that he had a wand. "Madam, you'll make sure the children will not hurt each other?"
"Of course." replied the matron while cleaning the demon's wounds. Jack didn't doubt her, this was a woman trained to heal everything from full grown adults to giants.
The demon woke up but did not try to struggle against his magical bonds. It was not in his best interest to get himself or his master killed after all. Another seventh year came in, a red headed hufflepuff boy named Kaien who was there to relieve Miracle. Jack was satisfied that between him and the matron no one would get hurt. "Remember Crow, you have a class in front of the forest in 5 minutes, if you use the passage behind the tapestry on the fifth floor you might make it on time. If you need me I'll be teaching the seventh years dueling in the great hall."
He walked out and Miracle followed him, both of them where going to the same place. Jack headed first to the fourth floor to drop off his report to the transfiguration teacher. He walked up to the door and was about to open it when he felt the door vibrate. It must have been Howlers, the door had silencio cast on it but even that could not block the vibrations the howlers caused. Some day Jack would figure out why concerned parents chose that as the method of voicing their concerns. The vibrations stopped and Jack opened the door, the room was covered in a layer of ash. "Your a brave man." Jack said to his superiour.
The transfiguration professor began cast a spell to clean up the ash. "Thank you professor, do you have anything to report?"
"Yes sir, the person who released the dragon was that exchange student from Drumstrang, he has some sort of family issue with a slytherin here, he attempted to kidnap the slytherin but Professor Crow and I apprehended him, he is currently detained in the infirmary."
"Ah, this will be quite a problem, especially for our exchange program, the headmaster will return tonight, after he is here than we can deal with Drumstrang. Dismissed." Jack thanked him and left him to finish the statement he was writing for the daily prophet.
Jack walked down the stairs, passing a portrait with a mirror. "Huh, when did that change?" he asked.
"What?" Miracle replied.
"My hair is black."
"Its always has been." Miracle answered. Jack wondered about that, he was looking more and more like himself by the hour. He noticed something else, all damage from the days battle had been repaired, the death eaters were gone, the statues looked as if they never moved. He noticed something else, earlier there had been faces that were not from his long past wandering the halls, he assumed that those were from Caius's and Crow's pasts. Now he recognized all of them, why was that? It seemed that with Crow all stressed and Caius's amnesia, the dream world had grabbed more details from Jack's brain to compensate. Which would explain why his appearance had changed earlier, Crow and Caius knew each other before then but neither of them had known him. Caius's dream world had given Jack a random face, but now that the world was going through Jack's mind it had given him his own face. This all meant that something intelligent was reading all of their minds. Worrying. After classes he would have to interrogate Caius and Kaine on this dream world and how it was maintaining itself.
The two of them reached the great hall, he opened the double oak doors. The enchanted ceiling showed a cloudless Autumn day, the four house tables had been replaced with many smaller tables made for dueling, there were about 50 seventh years, some were practicing dueling, some were doing homework, and the rest sere gathered around an intense game with a ball of light that Jack liked to call wizard tennis. Jack waved his wand and the ball of light flew towards him. "Excellent playing but its time for class and..." The door opened behind him, a group of second year Griffindoors entered, "Aren't you supposed to be in transfiguration?"
"It was cancelled," replied one of the kids.
"So you came here hoping to see something entertaining? Well I guess I can humor you." Jack jumped on one of the tables, "Hannah, Miracle, Dean, Harold, come on."
"At the same time?" asked a second year boy, someone else elbowed him. Jack smiled, the boy had clearly never seen him in a duel.