What if the dragonets went to Hogwarts?

Hogwarts and the wizarding world is all property of J.K Rowling. Most of the characters belong to Tui .T Sutherland. I only own Frosty the Icewing and Flop the Seawing.
Hogwarts staff:
Morrowseer the Divination teacher
Burn the Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher.
Blister the Transfiguration teacher.
Blaze the Charms teacher.
Whirlpool the Arithmancy teacher.
Webs the Care Of Magical Creatures teacher.
Grandeur the History Of Magic teacher.
Moray the Astronomy teacher.
Mastermind the Potions teacher.
Stonemover the Headmaster.
==Owl letter==
Starflight paced back and forth around the volcanic rocks. He couldn't sit still. What if it didn't come? He would be laughed at for not getting in when his sister did. Fierceteeth had told him all about the school it was supposed to be full of ghosts, and changing staircases. Suddenly, an owl swooped down from the sky with a letter in it's beak. After handing the owl a few coins, he opened the letter and read it to himself. "Dear Mr. Starflight, we are pleased to tell you that you have been excepted at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry".
Tsunami stood on a lone island, eating a salmon. She needed to get away from her crazy mother trying to set her up with Whirlpool. Other than that, she wanted desperately to get her letter. Tsunami would be the first of Queen Coral's daughter's to attend. Orca was going to go, but there was that challenge for the throne she had died in. Her talons tingled to get a wand in them. Her wings longed to glide on the magical air. Suddenly, an owl swooped down from the sky, holding a letter. Tsunami snatched the letter from the owl, without bothering to pay it. She opened the letter and read out loud, "Dear Ms. Tsunami, we are pleased to tell you that you have been accepted in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".
Sunny was sorting cactus in the medical tent. She couldn't wait to get the letter. What house would she be in? Slytherin? Definitely not. Ravenclaw? Probably not. Gryffindor? Maybe. Hufflepuff? Probably. But she wouldn't know until she got there. Maybe deep down, she was a Ravenclaw. She heard that Slytherin had been the house of all the dark wizards, but she wanted to see for herself what they were like. Maybe some were mean, but others were normal, friendly dragonets. She would find out soon. Just then, an owl flew into the tent with a letter. After handing the owl a small ruby, she opened the letter and read aloud, " Dear Ms. Sunny, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".
Glory sat on a platform with her eyes closed, she pictured what the school would be like. She had heard that they had their own sport called Quidditch. It used to be played on broomsticks, but after a number of accidents, they had changed it to flying. Glory reviewed the rules. Four balls, quaffle, two bludgers, and a snitch. Then an owl came in with a letter. She gave it a flower, not having anything else to pay it, and opened the letter. "Dear Ms. Glory, we are pleased to tell you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".
Clay watched the sky for owls. He wanted the letter to get here already. His siblings had all gotten their letters a few days ago. Now he was awaiting his letter. He thought about wands. The wands were made of wood, with a core item in it. There was unicorn hair, Phoenix feathers, and dragon heartstring. The dragon heartstring was a bit disturbing. Clay had heard that when a wizard or witch died, their heartstring was given to Ollivanders, the wand making store. Then an owl flew down to him, with a letter in it's beak. He took the letter and read it outloud. "Dear Mr. Clay, we are pleased to tell you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".
==Diagon Alley==
Clay walked through Diagon Alley. He was SO hungry, but he had to finish his shopping first. "Cheer up, Clay" said Reed. "You only need your wand, then we can go to that ice cream place and get banana splits.". A banana split sounded pretty appealing right now, as it was a hot day. He walked into Ollivanders, where Mr. Ollivander the Nightwing was sitting. "Hello." said Mr. Ollivander. "I see that you're in Hogwarts, is that right?" Clay nodded, too busy looking at the shelves of wands to say anything.
Mr. Olivander took down a stack of wands. "Lets try these first" he said, giving Clay a wand. He tried every wand Mr. Olivander gave him, but none fit. Soon, he had tried EVERY WAND IN THE SHOP! 
Mr. Olivander sighed, "I hoped this day wouldn't come." he said gravely. " What is it? Are there any wands that fit me"? Mr. Ollivander shrugged. "Of course, but I hope it's not this one".
He went to a shelf where five wands sat without a box to hold them. "These wands contain strong magic. There is one for a SandWing, a RainWing, a NightWing, a SeaWing, and a MudWing". He looked at Clay when he mentioned the MudWing.
Clay took the wand from Mr. Olivander. It suddenly grew warm, and a shower of sparks flew from the wand's tip. Mr. Olivander looked at him with a frightened expression. "I think," he started, "That you are one of the prophecy".
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Rest of the chapter in a nutshell: the other dragonets get the powerful wands and don't bother to ask questions about this phrophecy.
==The Hogwarts Express==
Starflight sat in a compartment that was empty exept for himself. He had bought some of every type of candy that was on the snack cart. The candy he was saving for later, perhaps when there was someone else to share it with. Fireceteeth was sitting with some fellow Slytherins in another compartment, leaving her brother behind.
Then the door slid open and a Mudwing walked in. "Is anyone sitting here?" he asked, pointing to the seat across from Starflight. "Nope" he replied. "You can sit there. I'm Starflight."
"Clay." The MudWing plopped down in his seat and immediately noticed the candy. "Is that yours?" he asked. Starflight nodded, "Here, you can have some." He pushed the every flavor beans toward Clay. The door opened again, and a odd SandWing walked in.
"Hi, I'm Sunny. Is that seat occupied?" They shook their heads, Starflight's first thought was that Sunny was beautiful. After introducing themselves, they all shared Starflight's candy. The door opened AGAIN!
A RainWing and a SeaWing walked in arguing about something. "Slytherin? Who wants to be in stinky Slytherin?" snapped the SeaWing. "Slytherin isn't bad! You're just jealous that they're smarter than dragons than you!" the RainWing shot back.
"What's going on?" asked Sunny, poking her head towards them. "This RainWing thinks that Slytherin is the best house," growled the SeaWing. "I'm Tsunami, by the way. And this bossypants is Glory."
"Who are you calling bossy, seaweed head?" hissed Glory. Then another SeaWing burst through the door. "I heard yelling! Well, never fear, cause the Flop-dawgs hear!"
Everyone stared.
The SeaWing started doing a rap. "I'm Flop and i'm the most awesome dragon Pyrrhia's ever seen! I'm a SeaWing and I'm bright green....." On and on Flop's song went. Finally, Tsunami smacked him on his snout. "Shut up already, bozo."
"I'm not a bozo, I'm Flop!" Flop said. "We heard," grumbled Glory. Suddenly the train stopped. A NightWing prefect poked his head through the door. "We're getting off now," he told them. "At least I don't have to deal with this maniac," muttered Tsunami.
"I'm not a maniac, I'm Flop!" Flop said.
==The Sorting==
Clay gupled as he looked out at the house tables. All eyes were on him and the other first years that were lined up by a stool. Finally Professor Blister placed the Sorting Hat on the first candidate's head and the Sorting began!
Gryffindor: Tsunami, Riptide, Reed, Peril, Pheasant.
Hufflepuff: Clay, Sunny, Flop, Umber, Fatespeaker.
Ravenclaw: Starflight, Frosty, Horizon, Moonwatcher.
Slytherin: Glory, Bromeliad, Mightyclaws, Fjord.
==The Feast==
Glory had loaded her some of everything from the golden platters. She was talking with Mightyclaws, asking him about life on the NightWing Island. "It's covered in volcanic rocks, with a live volcano and lava rivers!" he exclaimed. "And one section is all melted from an eruption, so we had to make tunnels in the rock when it cooled down!"
The NightWing kept talking, but Glory's attention was else where. She didn't like the looks another Rainwing was giving her, like she was an annoying pest. The RainWing had been in the Sorting too, Glory remembered that her name was Bromeliad.
Glory glared back, and when it was clear she had noticed her, Bromeliad stopped staring. It was clear that she wasn't going to like Glory. So much for good first impressions, Glory thought. If Bromeliad wanted to bully her, she would find herself with a disfigured face (venom, duh).
== Divination (and hello from a very grumpy NightWing. Ours truly, Morrowseer!) ==
Starflight was shaking all over as he walked into his first class, Divination. He had heard that the teacher had a very bad reputation, and he had never had any visions before! Would he fail? On his first day? It would be a nightmare! What would Fierceteeth say?
Keep it together, Starflight, he told himself. Its going to be fine. The mean teacher is probably a rumor. Professor Morrowseer is probably a lunatic. Most Divination professors are.
"Sit down," snarled a voice that told Starflight that the odds of the rumor being true were not in his favor. The dragonets obediently sat down. A huge NightWing stepped out of the shadows. Starflight gasped. Not only was Morrowseer huge, he was badly scarred and mean looking.
Half of his face was missing scales, revealing red muscle and skin. The eye on that same side was glassy, indicating that it was blind. Numerous burn scars crisscrossed on his wings and legs. One of his horns was cracked badly.
"I am Professor Morrowseer. As you probably know, if you have any common sense that is, I teach Divination. One of the most advanced subjects." Starflight didn't like the sound of that. Divination could not be learned by reading books. He either had the skill or didn't, and if he didn't then it meant an epic fail.
He sat trembling as Morrowseer passed out crystal balls to the class. "Now, I want you to look into the crystal balls and use Unfogging the Future to interpret what you see". Starflight gazed into his ball. It was very foggy, which didn't mean much unless it was going to be foggy this week. Morrowseer was walking along the row of students, checking their progress. Come on, he thought frantically. Show me something!
"What do you have?"
Starflight shrank back into his seat at the sound of the scarred NightWing's voice. "Um, it will be foggy tomorrow?" he tried. Morrowseer gave him a disapproving look. "I expected more from a a NightWing. Very well, class dismissed."
He started walking out of the classroom, but Professor Morrowseer stopped him. "I'd like to talk to you for a minute," he said. Starflight obediently sat down. "Yes, Professor?" "I am displeased with the poor Divination skills you showed today. Try harder in the future. Although my visions indicate that you will still be poor at this," he rumbled.
"Yes Professor," Starflight replied and started to leave. "Wait," called Morrowseer. He turned around. "NightWings have always thrived in this subject. Do not be the first to fail." Starflight nodded, "I won't, Professor." Morrowseer seemed satisfied. "Very well, you may go."
Starflight hurried out of the classroom quickly, not wanting to dwell on what Morrowseer had said. But if he wanted to succeed, he was going to have to improve his Divination.
== Potions with Mastermind ==
Author's note: Sorry for not updating in so long! I've had sooooo much going on, and I have other fanfics as well. Enjoy this chapter of wild concoctions, strange ingredients, and our favorite hungry Mudwing!
Clay had hopelessly lost.
He had only been at Hogwarts for a week, so he hadn't exactly memorized the layout. "You! MudWing! What are you doing here? Classes are already in progress." It was the grumpy caretaker, the SandWing Dune. "I-uh-got lost?" he tried.
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