Sorry guys. so i finished school now and decided that i couldnt continue writing this story the way it is. I will actually update it now, however before any new chapters come i am re-writing the ones that I have already posted. There will be some changes in plot but not many, i am rewriting mainly because i read it and was like... this is a pile of shit... sorry to have subjected you to it. hopefully this is better. let me know which version you liked better.

After falling through the veil Serious found himself falling through a hole of darkness, he had no concept of time, nothing to mark his progress downwards with.

I looked around desperately trying to figure out where I was, what happened to Harry? Is everything alright at the Department of Mysteries; it must be. Damn it!!! How could I have possibly let Bellatrix best me like that; Prongslet needs me!! I NEED to find him – I search all around the darkness trying to find a way out. After a while a flash of bright light engulfs the hole, brightening everything. Along with the sudden shock of light, loud voices surround me, echoing through the hole I'm falling through. Frantically I start pushing towards where the light emanated from, but something is pushing back, like a wind tunnel, refusing to let me closer. As suddenly as it started the hole was empty, silent and dark again; I resume falling through the darkness with no idea where I am going and just knowing that somehow I need to get back to my Harry.

After a while, I'm not sure how long the sudden light floods the hole again and the voices start up, this time I think I can recognise Jamsies voice, and I swear that was Mooney... desperately I resume my battle against the wind and frantically try to reach the point where the light and sound were flooding from – I know this is my ticket out of this damned hole!!!

After an interminable amount of time another shock of light engulfs the hole I'm falling through; except this time I can only hear one voice – That's Harry!!! I need to get out, again I resume the frenetic struggle towards his voice – this time the sound of Prongslet urges me on and my desperation almost consumes me, adding an almost supernatural strength to my efforts and I reach the tunnel of light. Immediately the wind buffeting against me, pushing me back, changes direction and I am being sucked through a blindingly light tube, almost like dust through a vacuum cleaner. I have no control over where I am going or what is happening, just shooting forwards at a sickening speed! I can no longer hear Harry's voice, what if it was a trick??? Did I just do the opposite thing to what would help me reach Harry!!! Again I stir against the direction of the wind, battling with all I have in me, trying to push my weary, exhausted muscles harder than I have before...

The next thing I realize I am waking up, sprawled across the hard wooden floor of what is obviously a muggle house!!! Bewildered I stand up, my aching muscles protest as I investigate the room I have found myself in. Looking around I realise it is a tiny room! There is barely enough room for the desk and rusty old camp bed stuffed into it, astonished I look at the bare patch of floor – no way was there enough room for me to have lain on the floor there!!! Light is shining through the single, dirty window in the room, illuminating a big, thick, Remus like text book sitting on top of the desk. Now ordinarily I would have just ignored such a large book and apparated to somewhere Harry might be. That is why I went towards the light after all!!!

Went towards the light...

Oh MY GOD!!! Am I dead??? I can't be!! I still need to help Harry!!!!! I can't be dead, that means he's all alone!!!!

My freak-out is interrupted by the door to the room slamming open, right through me! I am after all standing in the only clear space in the room; I guess it makes sense that that is where the door opens. A tall, lanky teenager with a shock of scruffy black hair walks in, muttering beneath his breath about horsey aunts, walrus for an uncle and a baby elephant for a cousin. Shocked I stagger back so I am on the other side of the door and gaze, shocked at said mumbling teenager!!

What the hell is Harry doing in this dump??? Fuck, I realise I must have somehow arrived at his Aunt and Uncles place in Privet Drive! Relief floods me and I turn towards Harry to embrace him, hang on, why hasn't he seen me before now???? The answer comes as I reach towards Harry and fall right through him.

Harry can't see me, or feel me!!! I start yelling at the top of my voice, harry doesn't even flinch, bugger, he can't hear me either! Damn it, how the hell am I supposed to help him if he has no freaking clue that I'm here????

Meanwhile Harry stands up and approaches the scruffy, torn calendar hanging on the wall and crosses off what is presumably today's date. This catches my attention and alarmed I spin around and stare flabbergasted at the calendar. Today is the 30th of July 2007???? That would mean that tomorrow is Harry's seventeenth birthday!!!!!

But hang on a second I demand angrily – he was only 15 at the Department of ministry. Harry runs his hand through his hair wearily and picks up the massive text that was sitting on his desk; I read the title of the spine:

"Creature inheritances and what to expect"

I wander around behind him and read the paragraph of text that he seems to be focussing on;

"On a magical creatures seventeenth birthday they receive their inheritance. This means that they acquire the characteristics typical of their breed.

For example a veela does not come into their powers fully until their seventeenth birthday; until the veela comes of age, while they possess some characteristics typical of their breed, such as overwhelming beauty; they are incapable of controlling their allure.

After a creature has received their inheritance they are then regarded as a mature adult physically and as such, at this age, certain breeds of magical creature will be compelled to find their mate."

Confused I look up from what I am reading, but James or Lily didn't have a creature inheritance, I'm sure of it. How could harry have one when I'm positive these things are genetic?? I sit there considering this for a while and Harry reads on.

Suddenly I look up, my attention drawn by the thud of the book falling from Harrys hands to rest on the floor. I stand and watch him sleeping, his face looks so serene, all of the troubles etched onto his face during the day fade at night, as he relaxes and gently falls into his dreams. I reach out to take off his glasses, but an inundated with waves of irritation and frustration as I am reminded again of how useless I am to Harry as I am. I can do nothing to help, powerless to do anything other than watch as Harrys life unfolds before him. I sit down on the bed next to him and simply watch him sleep for a while, then my attention is drawn once again to the calendar hanging on the wall across the room; 2007!! Again I feel useless as I realise I have no idea what has happened in the last two years of my godsons life. I resolve to find out and stand to start looking through the papers sitting on top of his desk, part of me knows that if Harry knew I was thinking of going through his letters he might be slightly ticked off, but I hope he would understand that this is the only way I will get to know what he has been through. Bitterly I say to myself "it's not as if I can ask him..."

As I approach the desk my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Harry shifting uncomfortably in his sleep. Swiftly I spin around, my train of thought thoroughly diverted as I hurry to see if Harry is alright, wondering what nightmare haunts him tonight.

Harry is lying in his bed, shifting restlessly in his sleep, sweat gathering on his forehead, a frown marring his face. I stand by his bed murmuring comforting words through the night, trying to help him settle down back into the peaceful sleep from earlier that night. I know Harry can't hear me, but he seems to relax into the sound of my voice; maybe I am imagining things. At around 3 in the morning his discomfort reaches its peak and even my soothing words and comforting hand smoothing his hair seem to have no effect.

A soothing, ethereal light starts to emanate from Harry and he gently rises off the bed, sweat again gathers on his brow and his face scrunches up from a pain I can't see, then the light fades and Harry gently drops back onto his bed, returning to a peaceful slumber, his face once again relaxing and reflecting his innocence despite everything he has been through.

The next morning Harry is woken by the beams of the morning sun shining through the window hitting his face. I watch as Harry sits up and stretches, and then gets out of bed, stubbing his toe on the book he had fallen asleep reading. Instantly a grin stretches across his face and Harry rushes to the bathroom mirror and stares at his reflection. Once he sees his reflection, the smile drops off his face and is replaced by a confused frown. Harry rushes to his desk and rifles through the papers sitting on top until he comes across a parchment covered in an elegant green script I recognise as Dumbledore's

"H

I believe you will soon have a need for this text. Some of the transformations that take place are truly spectacular

-D"

I stand back and watch as Harry angrily rips up Dumbledore's letter angrily mumbling about interfering old coots who sacrifice little boys childhood's for 'the greater good'. Although upset by Harry's obvious disappointment in his lack of change I feel incredibly satisfied by the fact that Harry seems to have finally come to terms with the idea of the headmaster as a puppet master rather than as a genial, all-knowing, friendly grandfather figure.

Both Harry and I are disturbed from our thoughts by the appearance of a large, beautiful tropical bird, it reminds me slightly of the birds I used to send letters to Harry during the summer between his 3rd and 4th years at Hogwarts. The majestic bird is carrying an aquamarine envelope with sky blue writing on it. Harry slowly moves away from his desk where he was busy tearing up parchments – his correspondence with Dumbledore – walking towards the window to let in the mysterious bird. The bird glides into Harrys room once the window is opened, giving Harry the colourful envelope and settles down on his desk, immediately starting to nibble at Hedwigs owl treats and drink some water. Surprisingly Hedwig doesn't protest the way she always did when pig intruded and bore the tropical birds presence as if it was an honour.

Meanwhile Harry opens the envelope and pulls out a sheet of parchment:

Mr Harry Potter

My name is Mago Falun and I am Headmaster of the prestigious Issabellan Academy for powerful young sorcerers and magical creatures.

You have recently received a boost in your magic levels, and as such have registered on our role of young sorcerers in need of an education. We understand that you are currently attending a different magical academy at the moment, and while we will respect your decision if you choose to stay at Hogwarts, we strongly advise that you take us up on our offer of a position at our school where you can train in wandless magic, spell crafting, elemental magics, physical combat, duelling, dark arts and many other options that you are unable to explore in your current situation.

We also understand that you currently have a murderous psychopath out for your blood at the moment, however you will be perfectly safe from Voldemort while on the Academy grounds, as only current students, and members of the staff retain any knowledge of the location of the school.

If you reject our offer, your memory will be wiped blank of any information regarding the academy for the protection of current students.

Please indicate your intentions on the other paper that came in the envelope, and you will be treated accordingly

Sincerely

Headmaster Falun

Looking at the other piece of paper that landed face up on the ground, I cant restrain my laughter, the options are as follows:

1. run around screaming "yes! Im a sorcerer nah-nah-nah-nah" in a childish Spice girls tune and then proceed to ignore the letter and pretend that nothing ever happened

2. tattle to ministry and risk condemnation to all sorcerers (the ministry thinks that we are a myth and will attempt to infest our armpits with the fleas of a thousand camels)

3. accept our offer and apply yourself diligently inorder to complete your sorcery education at one of the best facilities available

4. decline and continue to study under the thumb of Dumbledore – manipulative headmaster of Hogwarts, never achiving your full potential, condemned to being average for the rest of your life (wow- harsh I think…)

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