Author's Note: This is for everyone who didn't like the
seriousness in my last Harry Potter Fic. Here is some Fluff for you to
munch on between my serious chappies.
Disclaimer: Harry, Durmstrang, and the Setting are J.K Rowling. The Demi Plot is mine. So are the New charas that you don't see in the HP books.
Point of View: This is written from Harry's POV.
About: Taking into consideration that making an original plotline on this site is excruciatingly difficult, I tried my best to make a fluffy, AND funny plotline, but all of this comes in later. Thus I leave this story to your verdict. Lets say for a moment that Petunia was in a train crash and died instantly. Vernon blamed Harry for it. Harry was sent to the adoption agency, at the age of nine. He was adopted by an elderly couple who lived in Bulgaria. After moving to Bulgaria you find out your new parents are a Wizard and a Witch and they adopted you because you are a world famous wizard as well. You receive two acceptance letters in the mail. One for Hogwarts, which is back in Scotland, and one for Durmstrang. Durmstrang is closer. Whoosh off you go, the famous Harry Potter to a Bulgarian School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dumbledore has a dream, Voldemort in invading Harry's mind, so he sends his best Occlumency student over to Durmstrang to tutor Harry. Hermione Granger travels to Bulgaria to meet he famous Potter and things start going amazingly different from what she had planned.
Please keep in mind that Harry didn't grow up with the Dursley's so he is a different person than he originally was.
Things you should know: This is set in Harry's sixth year. Not much needed to know about his past years for you to follow the plot. Please read and review. H/Hr shipping.
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Harry settled back into the worn velvet seat of his Sixth Year Prefect booth. His eyes were closed and he was swaying rhymically as the ship cast off from the station and sank into the depths of the ocean. He felt the shudder of the hull scraping against the sea floor as they pulled out of the shallow water.
'This is the major perk of being a sixth year prefect' Harry though, sighing as he relaxed into his comfortable position on the bench, 'You don't need to operate down below.'
Harry Potter was six feet two inches, on the dot. He had short, shaggy black hair that hung in his eyes and covered the tanned lightning bolt scar that zigzagged down the center of his forehead. He had piercing green eyes that were framed by long eyelashes. Pale skin, and a hefty build from all of his years as a seeker on the Liondragon Quidditch Team made Harry the cause of many swooning hearts and fluttering eyelashes. Not only his looks, but his natural friendly charismatic personality helped break those hearts.
Harry was looking forward to this year for several reasons. He was a prefect, thus has power over all of the other students in the school. Not that he was obsessed with power or anything. He was captain of the Liondragon Quidditch team this year, and was hopeful for domination over the other three houses teams. And last, but not least, which ever team won the Quidditch Trophy this year would be taking a trip to Hogwarts, a school in Scotland, for an inter school Quidditch game. Harry had always been curious about the school his father had gone to. He kept in touch with the headmaster, Dumbledore, and regarded him as a trusted friend and giver of wise advise.
"Potter, you Sloth, Get up!" Harry moaned as his group of friends barged in on his pleasant nap. "Up. Up. Up." Someone clapped.
Harry rolled over and blinked up at his friends. A few years back, Harry had begun sending letters to his godfather, through Dumbledore. It had been Sirius' idea to start a new gang. Harry's group of friends called themselves 'The Marauders' after Harry's dad's infamous mischievous group years ago. Slowly Harry had discovered things about his past that he never dreamed were possible. Only this year he found out that he had disengaged a serious prophecy by not attending Hogwarts. Not only that, but Voldemort, the dark lord who wants Harry dead, still thought Harry went to Hogwarts. Which was good for the safety of the Famous Young Wizard.
"Arg!" Harry grunted as he sat up, moving over so that his friends could slide into his booth as well.
The Marauders consisted of five friends. Harry Potter, the ringleader one might say, who was taller than all the rest and all around bigger. He had a talent for pulling off some of the most legendary stunts and practical jokes at Durmstrang. One of his stunts was becoming unregistered Animagus, just like his dad. Harry could transform into a large, powerful panther anytime he so chose. But he only did so at night, so that he could enjoy the freedom of his wildcat form. Harry had tons of friends. He also hate tons of enemies. An entire house of the actually. Since he had been sorted by the Sorting Statue into Liondragon, the entire of the Quintaped house had a personal vendetta against Harry and the rest of his friends.
Sean O'Malley was Harry's best friend. He was about as Irish as one can get without the accent. His dubbed nickname was "Irish" Because of his heritage, as well as his Animagus form: Irish Wolfhound. He was hilarious. Tall, though not as tall as Harry, and a real laugh made this red headed, freckle-less wizard a target for many girlish giggles late at night. He was also quite a sight. Muscled from years on Harry's Quidditch team as a beater gave Sean a lean, windswept look. This was the type of guy who could make a joke of nearly anything. He was hardly ever serious, in fact, when he was serious, people around him usually thought he was making a joke of being serious. Either way, he was the brawn in their quartet of Marauders. The pranks were usually his idea.
With the action, and the creativity covered, Leon Patil was the brains. It was his stealthy way of thinking and evasive personality that made the group go places. Though you could never tell from his personality. Leon was brought up with a pair of smotheringly ditzy sisters. His triplets. At the age of eleven, he begged to be sent to a different school than Parvati and Padma. As much as he pretended not the be related to them, Leon looked identical to his sisters, only more masculine (Thank god.) He had Short with sandy, honey blond hair and heart stopping blue eyes, which gave him all of the characteristics of a fox: His Animagus form. He was short and stocky, but also a Quidditch player, which let him do well with the ladies. He was an amazingly volatile keeper. Also on Harry's team. Being only Five feet eight inches was hard for a sixteen year old guy, but his loud personality made up for it. He was quick to anger, and slow to cool. Luckily Harry and Sean were around to keep him on a leash.most of the time. He had been suspended a number of times for fighting, with and without his wand. He had a reputation for biting off more than he could chew, then swallowing it whole. He was a tough fight. He was that small dog that kicked the big dogs ass because the fight meant more to him. Ever time Leon fought, he proved him self just as able as his bigger friends. Though he would never admit it, he always felt like he was living in their shadows, which, scientifically speaking, and according to the alignment of the sun during Quidditch practice, He was.
Mercy was a short, spunky, outgoing sixteen year old youth. She was very short. Only five feet and one inch. But no one ever noticed. She was flirts with everyone like there is no tomorrow, and she is deadly with a quaffle. Shoulder length, straight brown hair, a nose sprinkled with freckles, a curvaceous body at a young age and friendly, catlike brown eyes had prepared Mercy for a life of teasing and comments, both of which she took with a laugh. She relished the power she held over men. People sometimes, tentively asked her if she was a Veela, to which she usually replied something along the lines of "You think I look like a vicious chicken hermaphrodite that can turn men into slobbering drunk by singing? Cool. Ha Ha Ha No." Mercy was thin and muscled, her muscles were shaped in an utmost appealing way from her long hours of Pilates and Yoga. Her favourite pastime was hooking young men's heart, taking a bite and throwing them back. Despite her cat-like personality, that eventful night were the spell and potion had been cast and drunk, Mercy chose to be a Peregrin falcon.
Last, but not least was Jake Standard. He was medium height, medium build, medium brown hair, hazel-brown eyes and small pert nose. Cute was more of a word you could use to describe him. He was too shy to hook up with many girls, but he held a few decent lengthed conversation with some of the. Jake was the voice of reason in the Marauders. He didn't play Quidditch, and did well in school. He was a prefect with Harry. He was a man of few words, in public, but only the marauders knew just how much of a funny guy Jake could be when they were away from the peering eyes of the rest of the school. Jake had always had a talent for magic. All types. It was him who did the big spells, or supplied the information for the Marauders next outstanding prank. It was Jake who conjured the spell and made the potion for the Animagus Transformation. For his joining he had chosen to be a Panda Bear. He was the one who kept his friends in line. If it weren't for Jake, none of the Marauders would ever do their homework. When their wonky plans went awry, as they often did, and they ended up in Headmaster Tonks office, it was Jake who on-the-spot invented a good cover story for how they hadn't meant to hex the toilet into cursing at who ever sat on him, or how flooding the downstairs with some odd, reproducing form of green goo was a mistake.
Tonks. Tonks was the headmaster at their school. Luckily they had Proffessor McDermott around to keep an eye on them, because Tonks was usually away doing Auror things. She was a famous Auror. And she could also change her appearance at will. Which was pretty cool.
Somehow, Sean had produced butterbeer cans, and was dishing them out. Cracking his open, he brought it high in the air.
"Gentlemen." He began, glancing at Mercy, he hastily added "Ladies." He nodded to each of them. "Welcome back to our sixth year. This shall be the year the fiery chasms of Hell turn into the ultimate godly ness. We are off to Hogwarts. Ladies and Gentlemen. To a year of Friendship." Realising how gay that sounded to the other guys at the table, he quickly added "Winning and Partying." Before knocking back his can of Butterbeer in a few swigs.
"Don't worry Jake we'll sneak you in some how." Sean added as an after thought to his toast.
"Well. Here it is. To the Sixth year of Quidditch. And survival. Good luck on your NEWTS." Mercy added, taking her own sip.
Harry nodded, and chugged back his can, following Sean's suite. "Shall we never be seated again in this booth without having beaten Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry at Quidditch."
"Those Bastards. They wont beat us." Leon added, enthusiastically. obviously thinking about his sisters, who he had learned were Chasers on the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw teams.
"Cheerio Mates." Jake said, sipping at his butterbeer like Mercy.
The boat docked in few short minutes, and the Marauders piled out of their second floor compartment and headed down to the deck to round up the first years.
"First years!" Harry called, waving the group of terrified looking young eleven year olds over to a small train. "Two to a cart, cover your ears, the horn is loud." Harry said, stepping onto a cart next to Jake and waving goodbye to his friends as the train started up.
The doors of the great Hall were swung open to reveal four donut shaped tables with chairs on the inside and out. Flags representing each of the four houses hung from nothing above each table. Harry sighed, the feeling of returning home after an extended vacation setting in. He bustled the first years up to a stage at the front of the hall, directly before the risen table and chairs of the teachers.
Once they were lined up, before the Sorting Statue, Harry trotted over to his friends and flopped into the table between Sean and Leon; across from Jake and Mercy. He glanced longingly up at the feast hovering a few meters above their table. His mouth was watering as the scent of roast beef wafted down to his nose.
"Welcome to the." Tonks trailed off, her voice magnified throughout the auditorium. "Hundred-n-sumfing-or-rather" She mumbled "Year of Durmstrang School. Welcome first years." She had collected herself and was greeting each table by name. "Liondragons, Quintapeds, Puffskiens and Sphinxes Welcome back. Will the Prefects for each house come forth before the Sorting begins?" She called.
Harry rolled his eyes at Jake and rose, casting one last longing glance back at the food.
"Harry Potter." He called as he sat cross legged on the supplied pillows beside the line of first years. He was to supervise the sorting he assumed.
"Jake Standard." Jake muttered, just loud enough for the teacher to hear and mark his name down. He took a seat next to Harry and slumped down. He was obviously thinking about the food he was so far from at the moment.
Slowly the first years were sorted, one by one, till the last girl was called. She looked a little old to be a first year.
"Hermione Granger." Tonks called, looking from her list to the girl who stood before the statue.
The statue placed one hand on Hermione's shoulder and the other on her head.
"You are a Sixth year student at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry." It said it it's monotonous metallic voice.
"I know." Hermione replied. Her voice was friendly and calm, as if she enrolled in two school every year. "I wish to study here at Durmstrang this year. I was sent by Dumbledore to Mentor Harry Potter in something quite private."
Harry blushed as the entire hall held its breath, and Hermione's lips kept moving, but not sound came out. She seemed to be holding a silent conversation with the Sorting Statue.
Finally it seemed to come to a decision. It dropped its hands from her and turned to the teachers and yelled "LIONDRAGON" At the top of it's lungs. Hermione looking quite pleased with herself, and ever turned a delicate shade a pink.
Disclaimer: Harry, Durmstrang, and the Setting are J.K Rowling. The Demi Plot is mine. So are the New charas that you don't see in the HP books.
Point of View: This is written from Harry's POV.
About: Taking into consideration that making an original plotline on this site is excruciatingly difficult, I tried my best to make a fluffy, AND funny plotline, but all of this comes in later. Thus I leave this story to your verdict. Lets say for a moment that Petunia was in a train crash and died instantly. Vernon blamed Harry for it. Harry was sent to the adoption agency, at the age of nine. He was adopted by an elderly couple who lived in Bulgaria. After moving to Bulgaria you find out your new parents are a Wizard and a Witch and they adopted you because you are a world famous wizard as well. You receive two acceptance letters in the mail. One for Hogwarts, which is back in Scotland, and one for Durmstrang. Durmstrang is closer. Whoosh off you go, the famous Harry Potter to a Bulgarian School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dumbledore has a dream, Voldemort in invading Harry's mind, so he sends his best Occlumency student over to Durmstrang to tutor Harry. Hermione Granger travels to Bulgaria to meet he famous Potter and things start going amazingly different from what she had planned.
Please keep in mind that Harry didn't grow up with the Dursley's so he is a different person than he originally was.
Things you should know: This is set in Harry's sixth year. Not much needed to know about his past years for you to follow the plot. Please read and review. H/Hr shipping.
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Harry settled back into the worn velvet seat of his Sixth Year Prefect booth. His eyes were closed and he was swaying rhymically as the ship cast off from the station and sank into the depths of the ocean. He felt the shudder of the hull scraping against the sea floor as they pulled out of the shallow water.
'This is the major perk of being a sixth year prefect' Harry though, sighing as he relaxed into his comfortable position on the bench, 'You don't need to operate down below.'
Harry Potter was six feet two inches, on the dot. He had short, shaggy black hair that hung in his eyes and covered the tanned lightning bolt scar that zigzagged down the center of his forehead. He had piercing green eyes that were framed by long eyelashes. Pale skin, and a hefty build from all of his years as a seeker on the Liondragon Quidditch Team made Harry the cause of many swooning hearts and fluttering eyelashes. Not only his looks, but his natural friendly charismatic personality helped break those hearts.
Harry was looking forward to this year for several reasons. He was a prefect, thus has power over all of the other students in the school. Not that he was obsessed with power or anything. He was captain of the Liondragon Quidditch team this year, and was hopeful for domination over the other three houses teams. And last, but not least, which ever team won the Quidditch Trophy this year would be taking a trip to Hogwarts, a school in Scotland, for an inter school Quidditch game. Harry had always been curious about the school his father had gone to. He kept in touch with the headmaster, Dumbledore, and regarded him as a trusted friend and giver of wise advise.
"Potter, you Sloth, Get up!" Harry moaned as his group of friends barged in on his pleasant nap. "Up. Up. Up." Someone clapped.
Harry rolled over and blinked up at his friends. A few years back, Harry had begun sending letters to his godfather, through Dumbledore. It had been Sirius' idea to start a new gang. Harry's group of friends called themselves 'The Marauders' after Harry's dad's infamous mischievous group years ago. Slowly Harry had discovered things about his past that he never dreamed were possible. Only this year he found out that he had disengaged a serious prophecy by not attending Hogwarts. Not only that, but Voldemort, the dark lord who wants Harry dead, still thought Harry went to Hogwarts. Which was good for the safety of the Famous Young Wizard.
"Arg!" Harry grunted as he sat up, moving over so that his friends could slide into his booth as well.
The Marauders consisted of five friends. Harry Potter, the ringleader one might say, who was taller than all the rest and all around bigger. He had a talent for pulling off some of the most legendary stunts and practical jokes at Durmstrang. One of his stunts was becoming unregistered Animagus, just like his dad. Harry could transform into a large, powerful panther anytime he so chose. But he only did so at night, so that he could enjoy the freedom of his wildcat form. Harry had tons of friends. He also hate tons of enemies. An entire house of the actually. Since he had been sorted by the Sorting Statue into Liondragon, the entire of the Quintaped house had a personal vendetta against Harry and the rest of his friends.
Sean O'Malley was Harry's best friend. He was about as Irish as one can get without the accent. His dubbed nickname was "Irish" Because of his heritage, as well as his Animagus form: Irish Wolfhound. He was hilarious. Tall, though not as tall as Harry, and a real laugh made this red headed, freckle-less wizard a target for many girlish giggles late at night. He was also quite a sight. Muscled from years on Harry's Quidditch team as a beater gave Sean a lean, windswept look. This was the type of guy who could make a joke of nearly anything. He was hardly ever serious, in fact, when he was serious, people around him usually thought he was making a joke of being serious. Either way, he was the brawn in their quartet of Marauders. The pranks were usually his idea.
With the action, and the creativity covered, Leon Patil was the brains. It was his stealthy way of thinking and evasive personality that made the group go places. Though you could never tell from his personality. Leon was brought up with a pair of smotheringly ditzy sisters. His triplets. At the age of eleven, he begged to be sent to a different school than Parvati and Padma. As much as he pretended not the be related to them, Leon looked identical to his sisters, only more masculine (Thank god.) He had Short with sandy, honey blond hair and heart stopping blue eyes, which gave him all of the characteristics of a fox: His Animagus form. He was short and stocky, but also a Quidditch player, which let him do well with the ladies. He was an amazingly volatile keeper. Also on Harry's team. Being only Five feet eight inches was hard for a sixteen year old guy, but his loud personality made up for it. He was quick to anger, and slow to cool. Luckily Harry and Sean were around to keep him on a leash.most of the time. He had been suspended a number of times for fighting, with and without his wand. He had a reputation for biting off more than he could chew, then swallowing it whole. He was a tough fight. He was that small dog that kicked the big dogs ass because the fight meant more to him. Ever time Leon fought, he proved him self just as able as his bigger friends. Though he would never admit it, he always felt like he was living in their shadows, which, scientifically speaking, and according to the alignment of the sun during Quidditch practice, He was.
Mercy was a short, spunky, outgoing sixteen year old youth. She was very short. Only five feet and one inch. But no one ever noticed. She was flirts with everyone like there is no tomorrow, and she is deadly with a quaffle. Shoulder length, straight brown hair, a nose sprinkled with freckles, a curvaceous body at a young age and friendly, catlike brown eyes had prepared Mercy for a life of teasing and comments, both of which she took with a laugh. She relished the power she held over men. People sometimes, tentively asked her if she was a Veela, to which she usually replied something along the lines of "You think I look like a vicious chicken hermaphrodite that can turn men into slobbering drunk by singing? Cool. Ha Ha Ha No." Mercy was thin and muscled, her muscles were shaped in an utmost appealing way from her long hours of Pilates and Yoga. Her favourite pastime was hooking young men's heart, taking a bite and throwing them back. Despite her cat-like personality, that eventful night were the spell and potion had been cast and drunk, Mercy chose to be a Peregrin falcon.
Last, but not least was Jake Standard. He was medium height, medium build, medium brown hair, hazel-brown eyes and small pert nose. Cute was more of a word you could use to describe him. He was too shy to hook up with many girls, but he held a few decent lengthed conversation with some of the. Jake was the voice of reason in the Marauders. He didn't play Quidditch, and did well in school. He was a prefect with Harry. He was a man of few words, in public, but only the marauders knew just how much of a funny guy Jake could be when they were away from the peering eyes of the rest of the school. Jake had always had a talent for magic. All types. It was him who did the big spells, or supplied the information for the Marauders next outstanding prank. It was Jake who conjured the spell and made the potion for the Animagus Transformation. For his joining he had chosen to be a Panda Bear. He was the one who kept his friends in line. If it weren't for Jake, none of the Marauders would ever do their homework. When their wonky plans went awry, as they often did, and they ended up in Headmaster Tonks office, it was Jake who on-the-spot invented a good cover story for how they hadn't meant to hex the toilet into cursing at who ever sat on him, or how flooding the downstairs with some odd, reproducing form of green goo was a mistake.
Tonks. Tonks was the headmaster at their school. Luckily they had Proffessor McDermott around to keep an eye on them, because Tonks was usually away doing Auror things. She was a famous Auror. And she could also change her appearance at will. Which was pretty cool.
Somehow, Sean had produced butterbeer cans, and was dishing them out. Cracking his open, he brought it high in the air.
"Gentlemen." He began, glancing at Mercy, he hastily added "Ladies." He nodded to each of them. "Welcome back to our sixth year. This shall be the year the fiery chasms of Hell turn into the ultimate godly ness. We are off to Hogwarts. Ladies and Gentlemen. To a year of Friendship." Realising how gay that sounded to the other guys at the table, he quickly added "Winning and Partying." Before knocking back his can of Butterbeer in a few swigs.
"Don't worry Jake we'll sneak you in some how." Sean added as an after thought to his toast.
"Well. Here it is. To the Sixth year of Quidditch. And survival. Good luck on your NEWTS." Mercy added, taking her own sip.
Harry nodded, and chugged back his can, following Sean's suite. "Shall we never be seated again in this booth without having beaten Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry at Quidditch."
"Those Bastards. They wont beat us." Leon added, enthusiastically. obviously thinking about his sisters, who he had learned were Chasers on the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw teams.
"Cheerio Mates." Jake said, sipping at his butterbeer like Mercy.
The boat docked in few short minutes, and the Marauders piled out of their second floor compartment and headed down to the deck to round up the first years.
"First years!" Harry called, waving the group of terrified looking young eleven year olds over to a small train. "Two to a cart, cover your ears, the horn is loud." Harry said, stepping onto a cart next to Jake and waving goodbye to his friends as the train started up.
The doors of the great Hall were swung open to reveal four donut shaped tables with chairs on the inside and out. Flags representing each of the four houses hung from nothing above each table. Harry sighed, the feeling of returning home after an extended vacation setting in. He bustled the first years up to a stage at the front of the hall, directly before the risen table and chairs of the teachers.
Once they were lined up, before the Sorting Statue, Harry trotted over to his friends and flopped into the table between Sean and Leon; across from Jake and Mercy. He glanced longingly up at the feast hovering a few meters above their table. His mouth was watering as the scent of roast beef wafted down to his nose.
"Welcome to the." Tonks trailed off, her voice magnified throughout the auditorium. "Hundred-n-sumfing-or-rather" She mumbled "Year of Durmstrang School. Welcome first years." She had collected herself and was greeting each table by name. "Liondragons, Quintapeds, Puffskiens and Sphinxes Welcome back. Will the Prefects for each house come forth before the Sorting begins?" She called.
Harry rolled his eyes at Jake and rose, casting one last longing glance back at the food.
"Harry Potter." He called as he sat cross legged on the supplied pillows beside the line of first years. He was to supervise the sorting he assumed.
"Jake Standard." Jake muttered, just loud enough for the teacher to hear and mark his name down. He took a seat next to Harry and slumped down. He was obviously thinking about the food he was so far from at the moment.
Slowly the first years were sorted, one by one, till the last girl was called. She looked a little old to be a first year.
"Hermione Granger." Tonks called, looking from her list to the girl who stood before the statue.
The statue placed one hand on Hermione's shoulder and the other on her head.
"You are a Sixth year student at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry." It said it it's monotonous metallic voice.
"I know." Hermione replied. Her voice was friendly and calm, as if she enrolled in two school every year. "I wish to study here at Durmstrang this year. I was sent by Dumbledore to Mentor Harry Potter in something quite private."
Harry blushed as the entire hall held its breath, and Hermione's lips kept moving, but not sound came out. She seemed to be holding a silent conversation with the Sorting Statue.
Finally it seemed to come to a decision. It dropped its hands from her and turned to the teachers and yelled "LIONDRAGON" At the top of it's lungs. Hermione looking quite pleased with herself, and ever turned a delicate shade a pink.