Story Summary: Harry went through a inheritance, changing his world. Knowing he can't return to Hogwarts, he accepts an invitation to a mysterious Academy. Along the way he discovers betrayal, friendship, and so much more! Gender-switch!Harry, OoC-ness, AU, OCs, etc. Rated Teen/PG-13 for cussing, violence, etc. NOT HBP or DH compliant - no Horcruxes! Rating may go up because I'm paranoid...
A/N –I'm so very sorry for the wait! School stole away my muse and my time. *Mutters about the Evil that is Homework...* And when I finally read over this story, I got the idea to rewrite it. So, now I present the first rewritten Chapter!
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"Talking." 'Thinking' [Telepathy] ~Parcel~ {Writing} /:Spells:/ Books
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Summer after 5th Year at Hogwarts
July 21st
Number 4 Private Drive
Surrey, England
Harry sat by the window in his "bedroom," staring at the rustling leaves of the old tree in the Dursley's backyard. Leaning against the glass, Harry closed his eyes. A minute sigh escapes him, as his thoughts turned to the events at the end of this year.
Umbitch -sorry (not)- Umbridge catching the DA, O.W.L.'s testing, the vision from Voldemort, the "battle" at the Ministry, Sirius' death...
His eyes watered, but he refused to cry, having already shred enough tears. Harry still grieved his godfather's death however, he could now think more rationally about it. He understood that not all the blame laid on him, some yes, but not all. A large portion of the fault was put on Voldemort, as well as Bellatrix and Dumbledore. Harry also gave Snape and Kreature a chunk of the blame.
Voldemort, for contriving and executing the trap; Bellatrix, for being the one to fire the curse that lead to Sirius' death; Snape, for his delay in gathering reinforcements; Kreature, for lying to Harry about where Sirius was; and Dumbledore... He withheld the reason Voldemort was giving Harry visions and what the Dark Lord wanted. He directly or indirectly confined Sirius in his hated childhood home, thus causing Sirius to jump at any opportunity to leave the cursed house. Dumbledore created the bloody fake Prophecy that condemned his parents to die and resulting in the insanity and madness that became Harry's life.
This track of thought lead to thoughts of Harry's "best friends" betrayal and their scheming.
~~Flashback – One Week Before the End of the Year~~
Harry was out wondering in an abandoned section of the castle, lost in his guilt and grief of Sirius' death. Meandering through the deserted halls, he sees a slightly ajar door of an abandoned classroom. Curious, Harry quietly walked forward. Hearing murmurers of several voices, he started to leave, not wanting to eavesdrop, when the raised voice of one of the people in the room reached his ears.
"Ginny! What are we going to do? We cannot keep this up much longer!" The familiar sound of Ron's voice freezes Harry, mid-turn.
An exasperated sigh was heard. "I know that, Ron. Especially since the rise of You-Know-Who. Merlin, he's gotten so freaking bloody paranoid!" Again, the voice was familiar to Harry. Ginny.
'What, or more importantly, who are they talking about?' A faint feeling of cold dread began to spread through Harry.
"However," the introduction of a third person, Hermione, Harry is numb with shock, "we must continue act like Potter's friends. Keep him from straying off the path of light. You have got to remember that at least."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Befriend the Potter brat and keep him "on the path of light." Well, we've done that, and risked our bloody arses for the oh, so precious Boy-Who-Lived! I want to see some better compensation for our efforts! I mean, every bloody year our lives are put in danger and it's always Potter's fault for dragging us into it! And then he gets all the glory! I can't take it anymore!" Ron yells.
"Shhh! Quiet down, Ron! You never know if someone might wander by." Ginny hissed. Ron snorted.
"Un-bloody-likely. No one comes through this part of the castle, except us, Percy, and Dumbledore." Had Harry not been thoroughly shocked into silence, he would have snorted at the irony of that statement.
"Alright, now back to the topic at hand." Hermione steered the conversation to the original discussion. "Potter was informed of the fake Prophecy. Also with the death of Black, Potter will be more manipulatable. Dumbledore has upped the owl mail redirection ward to include Gringotts and Ministry letters. Potter is to be kept from learning of Black's Will and from any real information. Vague letters, if any are sent at all. Understood?" Ron and Ginny reply affirmative.
Harry almost fell at the mention of the Prophecy. He sank to his knees, tears threatening to fall. 'Fake? The Prophecy was a fake?! Dumbledore lied me? My friends lied to me? Why?' His thoughts were racing and his emotions were raising.
Hermione continued. "Ginny, how is your progress with the lust and love potions?"
"I've started giving Potter a regular dosage since October, but bloody freaking hell, Potter has got a will of iron and the stupidity to match. Next year, I'm gonna start doubling the dosage for the lust potions and slip in Amortentia. Hopefully he'll give in and then Potter will be mine." Ginny growled possessively. Harry stifled a choked gasp. 'They're dosing me with love potions? And plan on trapping me in Amortentia?' Harry was reaching the point of barging in to confront the three and getting hex happy. What was said next froze all his thoughts of confrontation.
Ginny huffs. "I've had to Obliviate him more than once when he confronted me about the Love Potions he detected in his drinks. Thankfully, I was alone and in a deserted hallway at the time of these encounters. I have also had to put a Compulsion on him to not check his food and drinks for potions. Potter is so damned paranoid it's driving me crazy! Soon I'll have to start casing the Imperious on him or something!"
"We will talk to Dumbledore about it, Ginny." Ron says. "Hermione, is there anything else we need to discuss?"
"Is your mother still going to send Potter those gift packages during the summer?"
"Yes, Hermione. And laced with as many Loyalty, Meekness, and Obedience potion possible without affecting the taste. All gifts sent to him are charmed to make him loyal to Dumbledore and not to doubt us as his friends." Ron answered. "Anything else?"
"Well, I was thinking of asking for more money and a promise for the Head..."
Not willing to listen anymore, Harry stood as silent tears fell down his face and runs blindly away. The few people who see him jump out of the way. Startled, they let him pass and are alarmed when they see his broken and tear stained expression.
He kept as quiet as he possibility could with the raging hurricane of emotion begging, demanding, screaming for release. Only once the door to the Room of Requirement closed behind mind he he take notice of his surroundings and the hurricane unleashed.
He falls to his knees crying, sobbing, yelling, screaming, ranting, and pounding the floor in his misery. His magic, in response to his extremely distressed state, flares out in the large, empty, stone room. The large aura of bound chaotic magic fought to free itself and with Harry's rapidly changing emotions from apocalyptic rage to deep sated sorrow to cutting betrayal the bindings snapped and the magic exploded out, flooding the room. The magic starts to cocoons around him, comforting and warm. After what felt like days, he finally calms somewhat.
Laying on the cracked and chipped stone floor, Harry curls up exhausted mentally, emotionally and magically. As he is falling unconscious, he whispered one final question of "Why?" before blacking out.
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Harry groaned as he woke. Sitting up, he stretched and blinked blankly at the modest bedroom done in purples and grays. The events that happened prior to his unconsciousness crashed to the forefront of his mind. Reeling from the memories, Harry shoved them away with effort, leaving him tired.
Shakily, he stands and finding two doors, he opens the one closest to him, a calming lavender and smoky gray door with an elongated simple light silver lever-like handle. Entering the revealed bathroom, Harry finishes his morning routine quickly but with sluggish movements.
Entering the bedroom once more, Harry turns to the other door. Painted a dusty purple and a blue-purple silver gray color with the same handle as the bathroom only a darker tone of silver. Opening the door, Harry gapes at the HUGE pair of hourglasses embedded in the left wall in the otherwise empty room.
"What the bloody freaking hell are those supposed to be for?" Harry exclaims softly. At his question, a large floating chalkboard appeared. Upon it, written in beautiful flowing script was his answer.
{After you fell unconscious, you slipped into a healing coma. To prevent suspicion in your absence, I established a time dilation field over this room.}
Staring blanking at the board, Harry spoke after several long minutes of silence.
"Who are you?" Immediately, new writing appeared.
{I am Hogwarts, young one.} The answer stunned Harry. Sputtering, Harry managed to speak.
"H-Hogwarts? B-bu-but... Your a castle!" The room shook with a light tremor. Harry suddenly got the impression that the castle was laughing.
{Yes, I am the castle. The Founder's built this room to allow for a sentience to be given to their home and school. They succeeded in giving me sentience, but only in this room am I fully aware. Outside of here, my consciousness is slow and only the most important and severe situations reach me. Even after centuries of excess magic and dissipated spells, it as not improved beyond that, merely maintaining it.}
Harry blinked rapidly, before faintly falling back into a cushioned purple chair that appeared moments before he fall to the floor. "I am communicating with Hogwarts... a castle... Unbelievable..." A thought popped into his head and with a shrug, asked Hogwarts if it was possible. The castle confirmed it was and Harry smirked.
Picking up the book that appeared next to him, Harry breathed deeply before looking at the books title. A Healer's Guide to Beginners Healing.
"A time dilation over a Room of Requirement. I'm going to need all the advantages I came get, and this is one I won't pass up..."
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Harry faintly smiled. The year and a half he had sent in the Room was educational and upsetting. Educational in the way of him learning new techniques and skills, while upsetting because of the spells and potion affecting him. His smile dulled as he thought of the spells. He had moved them to his shoelaces instead of removing them completely because that would alert Bumbles that his pawn was out of his control. Harry sighed.
Hedwig hoots softly. Harry turns to her and reaches over to pet her. "I'm sorry that you have not been able to fly very often. It's just that there is not really someone to send letters to." He move to his bed and sits there, contemplating what he wanted do. The Dursley's had left eight days ago on a vacation to America, so he had the house to himself.
A tapping on his window surprised him. Quickly, he opened the window and a raven flew in. The raven settled on the back of the chair and held out a leg. Untying the letter, Harry looks at the unfamiliar seal. It depicted a broadsword with a vine like plant, the type was unfamiliar, wrapped down the blade and a dragon curved around it. Harry carefully broke the seal and opened the letter.
{Lord Potter,
We, the goblins of Gringotts, are informing you that the Will Reading of one Sirius Orion Black will be read on fifth of August. You are required to attend as the only beneficiary. We are also made aware that the Wills of Lord and Lady James and Lillian Potter are many years overdue and need to be read. Please respond if a portkey needs to be provided if you are unable travel to Gringotts.
May your gold flow freely,
Nightspear
Gringotts}
Harry blinks at the letter uncomprehendingly. Then the information sunk in. Sirius had left a will? His parent's wills were unread? He turns to the raven. "Wait, please." Then he pulls out a piece of parchment, a quill and an ink bottle to draft a letter to the goblins for a portkey. Finishing the letter, he ties it to the raven, who takes off after the message was secured.
'Now to wait for August fifth.'
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July 30th
Harry slowly rubs his forehead were a headache had been building since the 28. He glances at his clock and groans when he sees the time, 11:56 pm.
'A great way to spend the night before your 16th birthday- with a migraine the size of London.' As his head continue to throb spiking in pain occasionally, Harry watches the clock count down to midnight.
"11:58, two minutes more." The pain spikes sharply again and Harry winces.
'7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...'
At the moment of midnight, pain explodes all over his body. He bites back a scream, but when a fresh and stronger wave of all consuming pain flows through his body, he screams. His magic flares out wildly and uncontrolled as it proceeded to destroy the room. He continues to scream as more waves of pure blindly agony pulse stronger and more intensely, until he passes out.
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Same night, Somewhere in England
Voldemort sat listening to a report by one of his lower ranked Death Eaters. He felt a sudden and unbound pulse of magic rushing through his link with the Potter brat. Unprepared for the attack of chaotic magic and blinding pain, he crumples to the floor, screaming. The pain quickly leaped from blinding to utter agony and then beyond comprehension. The magic slowly and painstakingly dissolved the magical construct that was his body. He had attempted to free his spirit from the construct but the magic latched onto it, anchoring it to the destruction of his being.
All the while, his followers cowered in fear seeing their lord in such pain and the raging barrier of wild magic encasing him. With no warning, the magic blasted outward, vaporizing the closest Death Eaters and brutally shredding the farthest apart. Those not at the meeting but in the building were slowly drained of their magic and suffocated in the pressure of the magic. Death Eaters not in the building, bearing a Dark Mark and inside the country clutched their arms and passed out with extreme, nearly fatal, magical exhaustion. The few not in Europe felt a slight twinge and dismissed it, not understanding the reason.
No one would find out Voldemort had truly died until two months later.
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August 1st
When Harry awoke, he was very sore and felt out of sorts. 'How long was I asleep?' Doing a check of his body, he notices a weight on his chest. Ignoring it for now, he continues testing his limbs. Confusion sets in when he does not feel a certain piece of his anatomy. With dawning horror, he realizes that the part of his anatomy that made him male was absent. This combined with the weight on his chest, a possibility slowly creeps into his numb mind. As soon as it was noticed, Harry denied it, unable to comprehend what it meant and refusing to accept it.
Sitting up carefully and dizzily, he avoids looking at the weight attached to his chest. Looking around his room shocks him. Everything was either completely destroyed or heavily damaged. Glancing around wildly for Hedwig, he sees the window had been shattered. Hoping she was okay, Harry struggles to stand. After a few tries he manages, swaying minutely. He walked unsteadily and sluggishly down the hall to the bathroom. After leaning with his back uncomfortable against the mirror resting on the back of the bathroom door, Harry turns around to look into the full-length mirror.
The young woman who looks back astonishes Harry. The girl looks about his age and roughly 5' 7". Her hair is red, not Weasley red which is more orange, but blood ruby red. He next sees the amethyst purple streaks and wonders if it was natural or not. It falls to her waist in small, silky waves. Her skin is golden tan and almost flawless, from what he sees on her face and arms. Harry focuses on her emerald eyes that were slit in a serpentine style and had flecks of the same amethyst color that streaked her hair. He inspects the girl's face closer and notices three things. One was that she did not have glasses and could see perfectly. Two, was that her skin was not skin at all, but tiny, flexible scales. The third was that her forehead was unmarred. His eyes widen and his hands fly up, touching the bare forehead. The girl in the mirror reflected the move.
Sinking to the floor, Harry, after some time of just sitting there, staring at the mirror. Finally resigning himself to the fact staring back at him. He was a girl, a female. 'Well, I can't go back to Hogwarts, now can I?' He, she, whatever, snorts and then starts to laugh hysterically with tears falling from his eyes. If anyone had seen him at that moment, they would have thought that the stress of all that has happened in his life had finally made him lose it.
Calming several minutes later and after two more breakdowns, Harry sighs. Then basic human needs become pressing and he relieves himself. Blushing as he washes his hands, he attempts to ignore the thought of what he just touched to clean after himself. After noticing how badly he stank, Harry's blush farther intensifies as he removed his over-sized clothes. Inspecting his new body, he marvels at the flawlessness of the scaled skin. The body he had transformed into was curvy but not overly so, with shapely legs and a moderate C cup. Shaking his head, he glances once more at the mirror. The ears caught his attention. They were now distinctly pointed. Sighing, he thought to himself, 'Why? Oh, why must all the strange things always happen to me?'
Turning away from the mirror, he jumps into the shower. As he bathes, he thinks over what he was going to do. Exiting the shower and drying off, blushing all the while, he redresses. Grimacing, he muttered, "I'm definitely going to need new clothes."
Leaving the bathroom, he heads to the kitchen for a bite to eat. After tripping a few times, he passed a clock in the hallway and sees the time.
"Shit! It is five in the bloody morning!" he exclaims. 'That means I've slept at least 5 hours, but knowing me, it's been longer.' Continuing his journey to the kitchen, he starts making grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with a small green salad. As he eats, he begins to plan.
/'Well, I can't go to Hogwarts. Becoming a different person and transferring in does not sound all that fun. And I don't think going as the new transfer when Harry Potter disappears will all that inconspicuous.' Filing that away for later consideration, Harry turns to other matters. 'I need to head to Gringotts soon, to hear Sirius' and my parents' wills.'/ A thought hits him. 'I need to inform Gringotts! They'll need to know of my transformation, so I don't get skewered for not looking like I was.' He cringes at the thought of being skewered then beheaded. 'I can ask the goblins were I could possibly transfer to. Humm...'
Once finished eating, he places the dishes in the sink. He heads back up to her destroyed room to see if Hedwig was back and if any mail came when he was out of it. Entering the room, he surveys the damage. The least damaged item was his trunk, although he'll need a new one. Heading of to it, he opens it, pulling out some parchment, quills, an ink bottle and a vial. As she was writing a letter to the goblins, Hedwig flies through the still broken and glassless window. She lands carefully on Harry's shoulder.
"Hey there, girl. You okay?" The owl hoots confirmedly, then concerned. Harry sighs. "I've most certainly been better, but I'm working on it." Finishing the letter to Gringotts, Harry picks up a chunk of broken glass and cuts his palm. Quickly taking the vial, he fills it with his blood. Stopping it, he rolls the letter around the vial and uses a ribbon from his trunk to tie it closed. Hedwig, who had flown to rest on the windowsill, ignoring the small cuts to her talons, hoots questioningly at Harry. Walking over to the owl, he reaches absently with his bleeding hand to pet the owl. Harry says, "It's so they have proof of my identity and change." Hedwig reaches out her taloned foot, and places it on Harry's bleeding hand. A white flash blinds Harry for a moment.
Harry, who was thoroughly confused by this point, speaks. "What the bloody hell was that?" Blinking to clear his vision, which had slowly clearing, when a gentle female voice replied in his head.
[That was the finalization of my bond to you as a Familiar.] Harry jumps, not expecting the reply via mind speak. His sight clear, Harry looks to were Hedwig was resting. Instead of the snowy owl he expected, a beautiful white bird similar to a phoenix, but with leathery wings and a feathered lizard like tail, sits on the sill.
"H-hedwig?" Harry hesitantly asks. "Is that you?"
[Yes Harry, it is I.]
Harry blinks at transformed avian. "I don't mean to be rude, but what are you?"
Hedwig gives off a strange sound. It seemed like a mixture of a thrill and huff. The sound echoes in Harry's head as a light chuckle. [I am a drakonix.] At his confused expression, Hedwig explains. [I am a hybrid of a miniature dragon and a phoenix. I have all the benefits of a phoenix; such as the ability to flash, healing tears, and the ability to have 'burning' days, while receiving some draconian features in this form, such as 2 elemental affinities. One of wind and the other is any of the other elements. My second is Ice. I also have a second much larger form. It is used to defend and protect my bonded.]
The explanation clearing some of his confusion but not all, Harry asks, "What happens to your previous form?"
[My previous form is similar to a camouflage. As my species is extremely rare, extraordinarily so, it is quite necessary. The last sighting of a drakonix in their natural form was about 2050 years ago. The last recorded consenting bonding was with Helga Hufflepuff.]
"Oh... umm, can you deliver this to the goblins?" Harry, sheepishly, holds up the forgotten letter. Hedwig thrill/huffs again.
[I can and I will, after healing your hand.] Harry almost face-palms. His hand! Holding the sluggishly bleeding limb to the drakonix, Hedwig sheds a tear to heal it. After getting a thank you from Harry, Hedwig flashes out in white and purple light.
Harry sighed briefly, "Why, oh, why me?"
Turning back to the debris that were once was his furniture, he looks through the rubble and splinters in an attempt to clean or at least organize the mess into piles. After moving a few chunks of wood and shredded cloth, he finds a small pile of letters and packages. Wary and not knowing if they are a danger to him, he leaves the stuff alone until he can find his wand to check for spells and other malicious things.
Returning to the wreckage in search of his wand, he begins digging around and putting what he could in a corner. After a while and not finding the wand, Harry begins to worry a bit. Searching more thoroughly, looking closer at the wood fragments, he still could not find his holly wand. His thoughts race and he panics momentarily.
After freaking out, he calms a touch and thinks. An idea meanders to through his mind. 'If my wand is gone, then no one can track my use of magic!' Thinking a bit more, he slaps his forehead. 'And if I'd used it, I would be in deep dragon shit. The wand is Harry Potter's wand. Not what I am now.' He frowns at the thought. Deciding to pounder that line of thought later, Harry realizes something.'Without the wand, scar, and my drastically different appearance, I can be free of the fame and stigma that is the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. I can be myself!' The full impact of that rushes in. Shock, giddiness, laughter, tears, happy dances, and cries of "I'm Free!" ensue.
After the mini celebration, other thoughts make themselves known. 'But if my wand is gone, how do I check the things in my room? How will I perform magic?' Frowning, he decides to test something. Picking up a random wood fragment he intones, "/:Wingardium Leviosa:/." The fragment didn't even twitch. Sighing, he ponders a moment and tries a different approach. Focusing on the fragment and his magic, he thinks of levitating the piece of wood. To his delight, it slowly moves off his palm.
In his lack of concentration the piece falls into his hand. Blinking in surprise as he felt no drain on his magic, Harry shrugs it off to ponder later. He continues practicing the levitation and a basic scanning spell for several minutes.
Moving over to the pile, he carefully scans the topmost letter. The letter glows briefly before he moves it with magic into a new pile. Harry continues this process, moving the things that glowed to one pile and the ones that didn't into another. Looking at the piles, only 3 of the 12 would not affect him in the way of spells and such. Sighing, he grabs the only package in the safe pile. Opening it, he feels a small smile slip onto his face. Finding a note, he reads it.
{Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I'm sorry that Luna and I couldn't get you something more, but it's the sentiment that counts. I thank you for the help and guidance you gave, not only to me but also to everyone in the DA. Oh! Luna and I started dating recently; surprisingly we have a lot in common. We, Luna and I, hope you are coping with Sirius' passing and offer our ears and advise. Good luck, Harry and see you in September.
Your friends,
Neville and Luna
P.S. Harry, remember the nargles are always there and they always listen.}
Harry's smile grows a fraction. 'I will have to thank them for reminding me. I have other friends beside the three back-stabbers.' Shaking the thought away, he looks at the present Luna and Neville gave him. He rushes to put them on. Pulling off the over-sized clothing and first slipping the silky purple shirt on, he instantly notices that it adjusts to his frame. Mentally thanking them once more for the gift, he grabs the scaly looking black pants and once on, they do the same as the shirt. Glancing at the box and seeing a pair of boots and a vest made of a similar material as the pants, he also sees a slip of parchment. Taking it from the box and reading it, his question of what the clothes were made of was answered. The shirt was made with Acromanchula silk and Threstal hair. The pants were Hungarian Horntail dragon hide, lined with Acromanchula and Threstal hair. The vest and the boots were as well. All of them had self-adjusting, cleaning, temperature, repair, and a few basic protection charms.
Deciding to try on the other things later, Harry slid the box aside and looked at the two letters. One bore the Ministry seal and likely held his OWL results, while the other was unfamiliar. The seal was on dark blue wax and depicted a bird in flight, an eight-pointed star behind it and surrounded by three feathers in the shape of a triangle. Turning it over, it was simply addressed to Miss Evans. Glancing at the address weirdly, he breaks the seal and what it says surprises him.
{Miss Evans;
We humbly invite you to our exclusive institution, Raven Academy. You have received this for you meet all the requirements set by the founder and Headmistress. The requirements are as follows:
1.) The invitee must be age 15 or older
2.) The invitee must have a medium-high or higher level of magical power and potential
3.) The invitee must have magical being or creature blood, be it active or dormant
The decision is ultimately yours, whether you accept or decline. If you chose to accept, place 3 drops of blood on the triangle at the bottom of this letter. If you wish to decline, press the circle also at the bottom. To decline or not reply within 6 days, the letter and the memory of it will be erased from existence. We take the safety of our school, staff, and students very seriously.
More information will be provided when accepted.
Hope to see you,
Soren Castle
Deputy Headmaster}
Astonished, Harry stares at the invitation. 'Well, that's one thing solved.'
As Harry stares at the letter, Hedwig flashes in. [What's this?] The drakonix carefully lands on the windowsill, watching out for the glass.
The question breaks Harry out of his shocked state. Looking up at his familiar, he replies, "This is an invitation to Raven Academy." Harry smiles at Hedwig. "So, I won't be skewered when I walk in?" Hedwig thrills brightly.
[No, but be prepared to be tested anyway.] Harry groans. Wasn't that the point of sending the vial of blood? Turning his thoughts to the letter still in his hands, he thinks about whether he really wants to go to this mysterious school. Deciding he didn't have much to lose, he pricks his finger and allows three drops to fall on the black triangle.
The letter slowly clears and new writing appears.
{Miss Evans;
We congratulate you for choosing to accept. A member of our staff will come to your place of residence to escort you in getting your supplies 9 days before school officially starts on September first. You will have two days to shop for necessities and the like. You will make your focus at the school if you are in need of one.
Afterwards your escort will drop you off near the school and you will have 4 days to make it to the school from that point. You must reach the school by noon of the fourth day. Any kind of unapproved teleportation (Apparition, Shadow Walking, Astral Transportation, Portkeys, etc.) is forbidden and will have unpleasant consequences. Groups may not exceed five people.
Upon arrival, you will be taken to the Infirmary, injured or otherwise. Once approved to leave, you will be shown to your dorm and allowed to chose your classes. The two days before the older students arrive is to allow the new students to adjust and find their way around the school.
Instinct. Knowledge. Power. Alone, they have little. Together, they have Survival. Remember this, for it has become part of your life.
Good Luck,
Lilith Raven
Headmistress}
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To Be Continued...
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