Hmm. Yes, here I am again, starting yet ANOTHER story. But I was just dreaming about ideas for actual stories…and this just came! I couldn't help but start writing. Or maybe you would consider this typing. Either one works.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, simple as that. This should be good enough for the rest of the story.
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No one paid any attention to the scrawny little boy that zoomed into the park as if Hell itself was running at his heels. The half-starved scarecrow looked about desperately for a hiding spot in his immediate eyesight. The messy black-haired kid nearly fainted in relief as he saw the perfect hiding place. His soon to be refuge was a tree house resting on a rather unnoticeable tree. Hearing his cousin and his cousin's gang footsteps, the obviously malnourished and beaten kid quickly scrambled up the make shift ladder to a much needed and deserved shelter.
Quickly, but quietly slamming the door shut, his eyes showed immediate relief. Then he took a few moments to drink in his surroundings. His eyes glistened curiously at all the odd trinkets and toys lying around. He looked to the left of the small tree house and saw a big bookcase and the expression on his face lit up like a kids on Christmas.
"Wow! Such books, I wish I could have books." He muttered rather quietly. He looked at the books a little longer. "A-A-Ad-Advanced? Advanced. M-A-G-I-K-S? That's a rather odd word. Magiks. Advanced Magiks, that's kind of an odd title to a book." He took a rather long time for a kid of about seven to read the title of the book, but he was obviously magical, but did not know of this power. Otherwise, he would not have been able to see this tree house.
He looked around again, then his eyes rested on a rather comfy looking grey couch. He walked over and neatly sat down. The kid went deep into a thoughtful silence, digesting everything that had happened so far that day. Before he knew it, his eyes had rested and he quickly drifted off into a long peaceful sleep.
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The young boy eventually woke up from the sun that decided, rather meanly, glaringly make its presence known. Dreary he rubbed his eyes adjusting to the level of brightness. He slowly sat up on the couch. He gave the room a once-over again. The bookcase had quite a high dust level; the boy was smart enough to deduce that no one has been in the tree house for some long while.
"I see you have found my home." A voice interrupted the young boy from his thoughts of his hungry stomach. The young boy looked up sharply upon hearing the strangers voice, fear rose in his gut. He fearfully thought this man might beat him for trespassing, like his uncle would've. The fact that the man was also a big, strong looking man did nothing to ease his fears.
"So-So-Sorry, S-Sir." The boy stuttered nervously to the young black haired man standing in front of him, but he looked the hazel-eyed man in the eyes. He smiled a warm smile that radiated of kindness and likeness.
"Not a problem at all. You can stay here at anytime. I noticed you had problem reading these books?" The man of 21 looked at the boy inquisitively. The green eyed boy blushed faintly.
"Yes, Sir." The little boy answered quickly and politely. The man smiled yet again, his grin only getting wider.
"My, my, you are polite but quiet. Tell me, have you heard of the wizarding world?" The man asked as he turned away from the boy and started fingering some of the books resting on the shelf.
"No, sir." The man turned around sharply, noted how the boy flinched when he did that, and eyed the young boy. He looked very malnourished and beating, but the way he held himself reeked of intelligence and courteousness beyond measures. The thing that struck the man the most fascinating about the boy, was the lightning shaped scar the marked the boys forehead. He could just sense the evil tainting it.
"Would you like to know more about the world that you belong to, destined to be in, and most of all would you like to know how to be successful in such a world?" The man asked calmly and friendly enough. The boy beamed up at the older man.
"You would do such a thing for me? The freak?" The boy asked joyously. The man's nostrils flared at the word freak, but soon the man anger dissipated at seeing the joyful expression on the youth's face.
"Aye, I would, I would make you into the most talented, educated, and justifiable wizard of your time." The older man gave his honest word in such a strong sounding voice the little boy knew that he would never back out on his word. The boy couldn't help but let his face morph into the biggest grin he ever had. "But, before we start our studies, what is your name young sir?" The man's voice had a bravely lord sound to it, that oozed of amazing leadership abilities.
"Harry, Sir, my name is Harry Potter. My relatives call me it, boy, or freak most of the times though, so I guess those are okay to." Harry informed the man happily, with such innocence. The man nearly startled, this boy had been abused by the hand of relatives, but yet there was a vengeance bone in his body for it. It was surprising to him to say at the least.
"Well, Harry, my name is unimportant for right now, but you may call me teacher for now. Tell me, would you like to live here?" The teacher hoped the boy would say yes. The thought of such a sweet child going back to such, such, VILE cretins was more than enough to make his blood boil. Harry nodded enthusiastically. Teacher breathed a deep sigh of relief, he was really dreading the answer no. The teacher walked to the bookcase his eyes wandered over the titles, but he was interrupted by a loud grumble. Teacher turned his head back towards Harry and raised and eyebrow. Harry grinned sheepishly.
"You are hungry." The teacher stated, then went into some thought. Teacher held his hand out to Harry, "Come, let us eat, child, let us eat." Harry quickly latched on to the hand of the teacher. Teacher opened the door and started climbing down the ladder, Harry followed his lead. As soon as they both reached the ground again, Harry grabbed Teacher's hand, Teacher let out a highly amused chuckle. Harry looked up at him and grinned glamorously, showing all his nice white teeth, except for the ones that were missing.
The pair attracted quite a bit of stares as they strolled through the park, teacher was dressed in attire that looked like it belonged to 1800's Lords. He also looked pretty smashing in it. After awhile of slightly aimless wandering, they reached the main entrance/exit of the park.
"Harry, would you like to eat in the muggle or magical world?" Teacher asked calmly and patiently.
"I think muggle for today. As much as the wizarding world excites me, I would like to know a bit more about it before I visit it." Harry said after a moments thought. The teacher beamed at him.
"A good diplomatic answer, you might just be one of the easiest pupils I will ever have." Teacher praised Harry, and looked quite happy at the prospect of and easy pupil. Harry looked quite happy at the prospect of food. So the two both wore big smiles on their faces and were feeling like they were floating through the skies. They strolled down the sidewalk of the road, Teacher was pointing out restaurants along the way.
"We have, so far, Café John's to the far left, Merry Muffins next to that, Therese's tea, KFC, and then to the far right we have McDonalds." Teacher stopped and surmised to Harry all the restaurants. Harry already knew exactly what restaurant he wanted to go to.
"Can we go to McDonalds? I've never been." He announced quietly. The teacher smiled fondly at him.
"Of course we can." Then the teacher walked across the road with him to McDonalds. They both took a few moments at the back of the line to look at the menu, before actually getting in line to order. Soon they were approaching the cashier. The girl had bright blond hair put into lopsided pig tails, her face was caked with make up.
"Good Morning, welcome to McDonalds, how may I help you? Perhaps you would like a oven roasted coffee for a really cheap price." The teenage girl was bored, the tone of her voice gave that much away easily.
"Yes, Good morning yourself, we would like 5 number 3's, 4 chicken nuggets happy meals, and I would like to make all this large size." The teenage girl raised an eyebrow and peered over the counter to look at the two with such a large order. What she saw was a scrawny black haired kid with a wicked awesome scar clinging onto the man as if he was his lifeline. She straightened back up and shrugged, then handed them their cups. While the teacher stayed behind to pay, Harry ran straight up to the drink fountain. He couldn't decide what he wanted, for he never had a soda pop before. So, with a smirk, Harry filled up his large cup with a little bit of everything. The teacher was then at the fountain by that point, and raised his eyebrows at the dragon dung looking drink.
He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "You funeral" to Harry. But Harry shrugged it off and sat down and waited at the booth the teacher pointed at him to go to. A few minutes later the teacher sat down with a tray loaded with food. As soon as Harry was distractedly digging into his food, Teacher put up some silencing charms and notice-me-nots. It probably wouldn't stop a wizard from noticing them, but it would stop the muggles. The teacher reached into his pockets and pulled out 3 small books, tapping his wand to them, they all enlarged to normal size. Harry noticed THIS.
"WOW! Are you going to teach me how to do that?" Harry enthusiastically asked. The teacher laughed, thoroughly amused yet again by the child's antics.
"Yes, I am going to teach this, but not only this. You are going to learn so much more under my wing." Teacher puffed out his chest in pride. Harry raised his fist up in glee.
"YAY! WHOOP-WHOOP!" He fist pumped in the air. The teacher let out a barking laugh yet again.
"How are your nuggets?" Harry gave him the thumbs up sign to just point out just how awesome they were. "These three books right here are going to be you studies for the next month. This one," He pointed to the small red book, "is to help you learn to read bigger words. This one," He held up the bigger green one, "Is to help with your printing penmanship." Then he gestured to the last and biggest one. "This one is called a dictionary, it will be the last book you read this month, and will help you learn and understand muggle words. This book will lead to a better understanding of words, which shall hopefully help you understand wizarding words. Why the wizarding world can't make a bloody dictionary is beyond me." Harry nodded along rapidly. "After a month of hard book studying, we will always have a month of pratical studying. After this month, if I feel you have learned enough, we will learn dinner etiquette and how to ride a horse." Harry features brightened at the prospect of riding a horse. He always wanted to know how to ride one, ever since that one dream he had where a wild mustang would come and rescue him from the Dursleys, he vaguely remembered from that dream that the horse's name was Angelina.
An hour later they had completely polished everything that they had ordered and walked out the door of McDonalds. Another fifteen minutes later found them back up in the tree house. Harry and the Teacher quickly submersed themselves in the reading material. Harry wanted to study as hard as he could, so he could be qualified enough to ride horses the next month.
A few days later, Harry had no problems reading the big words from the book, so teacher went ahead and gave him the dictionary. He explained to Harry how to use one. They were still having hand writing problems though. Harry couldn't help it. His handwriting just looked like chicken scratches. After two weeks, the teacher finally gave Harry a stencil of the alphabet. Harry's penmanship soon improved after that.
By the end of three weeks, Harry had learned everything he could from those three books.
"As a treat for studying so hard for such a long period of time, I am going to buy a potion making kit for you. We can make potions in our break time." Harry was hoping he would buy him a wand or teach him how to ride a horse earlier then planned. The expression on his face was a little downcast and the teacher noticed. "Hey now, child, potions are quite amazing too, they can put a stopper to death, better then any spells can." The teacher pointed out, and Harry expression soon turned to one of excitement. A stopper of death…..totally wicked. With that being said, the teacher handed him a beginners potion book and left to buy a potion kit. Harry was halfway through the book by the time the teacher came back.
"What took you so long teacher?" Harry's quiet voice humbly asked the teacher. The teacher grinned.
"Well, I bought the small potions kit, no problem, but then I realized we were going to need ingredients lots of them and a place to store those ingredients. So I went on a huge shopping spree," He reached into a small bag and pulled out a huge cabinet, "And this is what I found." Teacher was proud of such a find. Harry looked at him quizzically.
"Sir, it's a cabinet, a plain wooden cabinet," Harry just saw the trim, "A plain wooden cabinet with some nice trim." The teacher started laughing a bark of a laugh.
"Open it up my boy!" Harry did has he was told and open up the cabinet, what he saw inside would make how he looked at the magical world changed for ever. The roof reached up high, 12 ft off the ground the back of the cabinet stretched about 30 ft away from the door. The walls were lined with well organized ingredients. In the center of the room was an elaborate metal potions table. At the center of the back of the cabinet was a potions cupboard divided into four sections Healing, Poison, Creations, and misc. Harry was officially awed.
"How much did this thing cost!" He exclaimed. Teacher laughed out loud again.
"Not enough." Was his vague reply, then the teacher pulled another book from his pocket. "Cursive writing, a very impertinent form of writing, it shows class." They spent the next week brewing potions and learning cursive.
The month of dinner etiquette and horseback riding was upon them.
"I have a few rules for this month: Number one, if you have a sore muscle at all, you must tell me. Number two, you will continue with your other studies like potions and cursive at least 30 minutes each a day. Number three, I don't care how stupid a rule in horses or etiquette sounds, you will still follow them out. Understood?" Teacher sternly voiced the rules to Harry.
"Understood Sir." Harry beamed up at teacher.
"Great! Ready to go to the stables?" Harry nodded eagerly and grabbed the teachers hand. The teacher side-along apparated him outside a stable in northern England. He gestured at Harry to sit in a chair. Then he walked into the stable office. He soon came back out with a stable hand leading him to the horse they could use. After telling him where tack and attire could be found for both horse and boy the stable hand left. Harry looked at the horse they would be using. He was a sleek black gelding thoroughbred with one white hind stocking. He looked pretty calm in his stall. His muzzle was in his grain bucket and he was asleep. The teacher gave him some riding breeches and English boots and told him to go change. Harry came back a few moment later wearing light grey breeches and tall black boots that just happened to match the black polo he was wearing. The Teacher grabbed the black halter off the hook on the thoroughbred's stall door. He opened the door and motioned Harry to follow him. He showed him how to put the halter on the horses head, and made Harry put on and take off the halter 10 times before clipping on a lead rope.
The teacher led the horse out of the stall then he showed Harry how to lead a horse. They walked up and down the middle of the hallway of the barn. Soon Teacher gave Harry the lead rope and walked behind Harry in case if something happened. Harry led the sleek thoroughbred without a hitch.
"Thoroughbreds are generally a little more high-strung then most horses, so I would advise you to talk to the horse as you rode in soothing tones. Like this, E-aaa-sss-y boy." Teacher said easy in a very deep drawed out soothing tone. Even the horse in the stall they were passing that was throwing a mini-fit calmed. Which made Harry giggle.
"What's this horsies name?" Harry demanded.
"I…don't really know. Why don't you give it a name?" The teacher suggested to Harry.
"Alright. I think Viper is a cool name, what do you think?" Harry asked. The teacher let out a deep chuckle.
"Viper is a magnificent name, thought up by a magnificent boy, for a magnificent horse." Harry beamed at the teachers praise. They both stopped in their tracks upon hearing a woman's laugh. They turned around to see a young woman of about nineteen laughing at them. "Can I help you?" The teacher asked the red-headed woman.
"No-no, I am sorry for interrupting you two, you just reminded me so much of my little brother and father from a long time, I couldn't help but laugh." The girl gave them a watery smile and turned back to the horse she was haltering. The teacher and Harry turned to look at each other and shrugged, then they walked over to the tie rail. The teacher then showed Harry how to tie a slip knot and made him repeat tying an untying 25 times.
The teacher grabbed a grooming carrier full of supplies and told him the name of each brush and the use of each brush.
"You brush with the horse's fur, not against." The teacher brushed against the horse, and the fur ruffled up unattractively, "That's how you know that you are brushing the wrong way." He brushed with the fur and it slickened back down while taking a load of dust with each brush. He then handed the brush to Harry who got the hang of it immediately. They then brushed the main and tail out, with only one problem Harry tried to comb the tail directly behind the butt of the horse. The teacher quickly pulled him out of the way and showed Harry how to pull the tail to the side and comb it. Then he showed Harry how to pick the horses hooves, but warned him to be wary of the frog on the sole of the foot.
"Well, horse lessons are done for today." The teacher nearly smiled when Harry protested.
"But we haven't even started riding yet!" Harry pointed out.
"I realized that." The teacher deadpanned. "You have learned a lot about horses today. If, when we come back here tomorrow, you can remember everything we learned today I will consider letting you ride for a bit. I don't want to overload your brain." Harry nodded resignedly knowing that this fight was already lost. "Now go put Viper away." The teacher commanded of him, Harry happily obliged.
The teacher turned to see the red-haired woman laughing again.
"He's a right handful isn't he?" The teacher chuckled.
"He could be much worse. Some kids get the point but still don't care. Harry has an understanding side to him I would not expect in many kids."
"My little brother was the same way, except sometimes he was spoiled and smart enough to get his own way anyway." The woman and the teacher laughed.
"Well, I better get back to the little rascal, who knows what mischief he's gotten into by now…." The teacher trailed off. "Nice meeting you." The teacher took off in the direction of Vipers stall. The woman went back to the grooming of her bay Hanoverian.
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MEANWHILE….
Albus Dumbledore was frantic. Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world was gone! The devices in his office have been going crazy, so crazy in fact, that he destroyed half of them out of annoyance and anger. He had called an emergency Order meeting 3 weeks ago and organized a private search in hopes to not get the media's attention. Nothing. The searches turned up nothing. Harry had quite literally vanished off the face of the earth.
Albus sat down behind his desk and buried his face in his hands. How had his plans become so awry? He had plan b and plan c, but they both still required Harry! He had no plan without a Harry. It looked like he'd need one.
With a hoot an owl flew into his office and dropped off a letter.
Dear Headmaster Dumbledore,
We are sure you are well aware of the fact that you need to hire a competent defense teacher this year. This is just a reminder.
Thank you,
The Board of School Governors
Albus let out a deep depressed sigh. Not only did he have to find Harry he had to find a defense teacher. Curse Voldemort! His stupid curse scares off ALL potential teachers. Except for Snape, but there was no way he would hire Snape of all people. He is a terrifying enough teacher at just potions. Give him a wand and tell him to teach little kids about dangerous spells. Those little kids would be HORRIFIED. Then Albus would have no one new to recruit into the Order. Yes, Snape needed to stay as a potions teacher. Maybe he could get some ex-aurour to teach for the year.
Albus nearly whapped himself upside the head, the boy was missing! Instead of trying to find a teacher he should either be trying to find the boy or making up a plan without the boy! Heck, if he didn't have enough time to look for a teacher this summer, Albus wouldn't mind taking over the defense position himself for the year. At least then he'd know that the kids were getting a good education.
That was always a big concern of his. The Gryffindors were out partying all the time, breaking rules, and not caring about their grades. The Hufflepuffs kept getting HIGH. Albus had NO idea how they kept getting their hands on weed or the likes, but they did. Half the times the Puffs were higher than a kite and no one EVER noticed. It was hard to tell if a Puff was high or not. The Slytherins were quidditch obsessed; they bullied everyone to do their own homework for them, so of course he was concerned about them actually learning anything. The only house he knew generally that got a good education was Ravenclaw. Flitwick would have an hour helping session with them once a week. But they had NO backbone; they were always forced to do the Slytherins homework. After school they usual went crawling to the ministry or to the Dark Lord. Overall, Albus was very concerned with the school.
He almost smacked himself upside the head again. How could he be so foolish? A seven year old boy was missing! The key in his plans was missing! The savior of the wizarding world that was put under his care was missing! His reputation would be tarnished. Yet here he was, worrying about teachers and other unimportant students. Albus was thoroughly ashamed of himself. He buried his head in his arms and leaned down on his desk yet again with a groan.
This next month would be very long.
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"Is this normal?" Harry gestured to the cloth that tied him across his shoulders to the chair. Every time reached to grab his fork, it pulled him back. It annoyed him to no end.
The teacher chuckled. "Not really. It is just a training tool that you will be using until you have proper posture." Harry sighed, he really should've expected this from his slightly barmy teacher. The teacher spent 2 hours alone just quizzing Harry on silverware and when and where to use a three pronged fork, a four pronged, a spoon, knife etc.
Finally he figured out how to reach the fork, without losing his proper position. The teacher started laughing at him at this point. Teacher already finished his meal by the time Harry reached his fork. Harry scowled at the teacher.
"Guess what Harry?" The teacher asked with great enthusiasm.
"What?" Harry snapped back. The teacher smiled and walked towards Harry's end of the table. He quickly swiped the fork from Harry's hand.
"Again." Teacher said cheekily. Harry just stared at him dumbfounded. This repeated itself twenty times. Then they moved on to the knife. It was a long while till Harry finally managed to eat.
The next day Harry was in the potions cabinet when the teacher found him. He was sitting in a chair he brought into the cabinet and was reading a book called, "Potions: N.E.W.T. level" Teacher was surprised to say at the least.
"When did you start reading past the potion book I gave you?" Teacher asked Harry astonished. Harry shrugged.
"I don't really know, I just grabbed books off the bookcase whenever I woke up early like I did today." Harry said nonchalantly The Teachers mouth went slightly agape.
"Harry, would you like to learn how to do wandless magic?"
"Why wandless?"
"You can't buy a wand until you receive a letter of school acceptance. But you can do wandless magic without trouble."
"Oh. Okay!" Harry put a bookmark in his book and laid it down on the chair as he stood up.
"Now, wandless magic is kind of like a muscle, weak at first but with pratice it strengthens and becomes much more easy to use." Harry nodded in understanding. "I want you to envision your magic flowing through you." Harry envisioned magic flowing through his whole body easily. "No picture that magic coming out of you in the form of a flame." Harry nodded and pictured it all he felt was his finger getting really warm. "So did you feel anything?"
"Yeah, my finger got really warm." Harry sounded down about the fact he hadn't been able to succeed. Teacher did a double take.
"Wow! Really? That is impressive Harry. The first time I tried, I didn't get anything." The teacher comforted him. "Guess what Harry?"
Dreading the answer Harry guessed, "Again?"
The teacher let out a laugh again.
"Yep! You bloody mind reader you!" Harry couldn't help but laugh alongside his teacher, his friend, and his role model.
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This is the longest chapter I have written for any story, EVER. So, did you like the story? Yes, like the title and summary states, the Teacher is an imaginary friend. But that's a later part of the plot! So I'm not going to ruin the surprise!
I had a really good vibe as I wrote this story, so I will be working on this! Besides, this story is the kind of story I would love to make…..A MILLION words long! How cool would that be?
R&R
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