iAttend Hogwarts!

Chapter 1-Carly

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or iCarly.


"On the next iCarly, we'll interview Bigfoot!" Carly exclaimed.

"Bigfoot is not real!" Sam defended.

"And we're clear!" Freddie announced. Suddenly, Carly heard a popping noise, and an elderly man, with light blue robes appeared. He had a really long silver beard, half-moon glasses that hide twinkling eyes.

"Who are you?" Carly asked.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I would like to discuss something with you three and Spencer," The man explained.

"Spencer's downstairs, we can take the elevator, or the stairs," Carly said. How does he know Spencer?

"What's an elevator?" Dumbledore asked. All three children looked at him weirdly.

"Never mind. Let's take the stairs," Carly led the others down the stairs from the studio.

"Hey kiddo! Great ICarly!" Spencer said. Then noticed the old man. "Hey Professor Dumbledore,"

"I need food," Sam said, heading towards the fridge, grabbing a slice of leftover pizza.

"Is that the last slice?" Spencer asked.

"Maybe," Sam replied. She ate the pizza anyway.

"Sam, can you toss me an apple?" Freddie asked.

"Here you go!" Sam picked up an apple and tossed it at Freddie, hitting is arm. Freddie yelped in pain and grabbed his arm.

"Sam!" Carly scolded.

"What? He said toss!" Carly shook her head. "So how do you know him Spencer?"

"He's headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Spencer explained to the three teens. "What are you doing here?"

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" Sam asked, finishing her last bite of pizza. Professor Dumbledore didn't answer, but his eyes were twinkling with delight.

"So?" Carly asked Professor Dumbledore when he didn't answer. Spencer noticed the look, and smiled.

"What you're saying is that Carly is a witch?" Spencer asked the professor, grinning.

"Yes. Miss Puckett and Mr. Benson are too," Dumbledore said, smiling.

"How would you know?" Carly asked Spencer. Spencer didn't answer right away. He was caught up in memories. Instead, Dumbledore answered.

"He was there, Miss Shay," Dumbledore looked at her. "He's a wizard, just like me and Mr. Benson, here,"

"I thought you said that you went to Law school," Carly said.

"I lied. I was actually at Hogwarts, and then dropped out to become an artist. Some people might have gotten suspicious, so Granddad 'enrolled' me in law school."

"No way!" Sam exclaimed.

"Do you still have your wand?" Dumbledore asked, peering down at him.

"I think I turned it into a sculpture," Spencer confessed quietly. Dumbledore chuckled. Just then, Ms. Benson barged into the living room.

"Freddie time to go!" She spotted Dumbledore. "I didn't see you had a guest Spencer. Who are you?"

"He's a wizard," Sam started to get irritated.

"A wizard? What's a wizard doing here?"

"Your son is a wizard!" Dumbledore announced, his eyes twinkling.

"You are coming home right now! And you aren't a wizard!" Ms. Benson grabbed Freddie's arms and led him out the door and across the hall.

"Was it something I said?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, she's just wacky like that," Sam answered.

"I'll be right back. There's someone you all ought to meet," Dumbledore left with a "pop."

"I so gotta learn how to do that!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm thirsty now."

"Then get something to drink, and don't complain," Carly told her best friend. She just didn't get Sam sometimes.

After waiting for what seemed like hours, even though it was ten minutes, Dumbledore came back and brought someone else with him. The other man wore black robes. His robes matched his hair and black eyes. He had pale skin and his black hair was greasy looking. He was glaring at Professor Dumbledore.

"Why'd you bring me here, Albus? I had a class to teach!" The man yelled. Spencer gave a yelp and hid behind the counter.

"What's he doing here?" Spencer asked, peering around the corner of the counter.

"Spencer! Come out of there!" Carly exclaimed. Spencer shook his head vigorously. "Spencer." Carly put her hands on her hips. She gave up when he shook his head again.

Freddie came back in, panting and locked the door behind him. "I escaped my mother! Who's that?" He looked at the man.

"I am Professor Snape. I'm the Potions master and I'm Slytherin's head of house at Hogwarts," The man answered, glancing at Spencer.

"And don't forget one of the meanest boys at Hogwarts!" Spencer shouted at him, from behind the counter.

"I clearly have a different definition of 'one of the meanest boys' Shay," Snape smirked.

"I want more food!" Sam whined.

"How is that possible? You had like, what, four slices of pizza?" Sam grabbed another apple and tossed it at Freddie. He dodged, and it hit Snape instead.

"You shouldn't have done that," Spencer warned. He stepped out of his hiding place.

"I can't believe that I'm saying this, but I agree with Shay. You shouldn't have done that." Snape glared at Sam. He definitely disliked her.

"Severus," Dumbledore warned.

"I'm leaving. You interrupted my class!" Snape "popped" and disappeared.

"I'm so glad he's gone!" Spencer exclaimed. "Now where's my wand?" He started looking around.

"Let me, accio Spencer's wand!" Dumbledore cast. A stick figure sculpture floated towards Dumbledore.

"Really Spencer?" Carly asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What? I didn't think I needed it anymore, so this happened," he pointed towards the sculpture. Dumbledore chuckled again. He handed Spencer the sculpture and he broke it, so he could have his wand back.

"I played so many pranks with this wand," Spencer said fondly, fingering his wand, inspecting it. "I played pranks with James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, even though they were just a bit older than me. What happened to them?"

"James is dead, Sirius is in Azkaban, Peter is dead, and Remus is alive, but I don't know where he is," Dumbledore said gravely.

"Oh my!" the two Shays said in unison.

"Why'd Sirius end up in Azkaban? Even though I have no idea what Azkaban is," Sam said, in her 'I-don't-really-care' voice.

"Azkaban is a wizard prison Miss. Puckett. Sirius Black killed Peter Pettigrew," Shock filled the room.

"Better watch out Sam! You don't want to end up there!" Freddie joked. "No, Sam, don't!" Sam had pushed Freddie to the floor.

"Sam! What did I say yesterday?" Carly asked.

"Violence is never the answer," Sam muttered, helping Freddie up.

"Good girl," Carly said.

Dumbledore handed Spencer three letters, a old, tattered boot, gave him some instructions (Carly couldn't hear) and then left as well.


How was this? This is my first iCarly and HP crossover. Review please and let me know

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