Once the Triwizard Tournament is over, Hebe returns with Cedric's dead body. Distraught and tired, she exclaims that Voldemort is back. However, Dumbledore and her 'friends' turned their backs on her and accused her of lying... Frustrated at Hogwarts and the sheep that make up the Wizarding population of Britain, Hebe takes refuge in the room of requirement. While in the Room of Requirement, Hebe comes across a small book that changes her life...
Hebe sat alone in the room of requirement her head in her hands as she sobbed brokenly. Why hadn't they believed her? Was the truth so unbelievable? All she had said was that Voldemort was back but they had just shot her words down-claiming that she was nothing but an attention seeker. How could they be such fools? Cedric was dead, dead! And they had the nerve to say that she was lying? Cedric had died because of Voldemort. What did they think he had died of, a sudden heart attack?
Hebe couldn't help but reminisce bitterly on the stupidity of wizards. First Year had seemed okay to her, a fresh new start but… Second Year had been a nightmare. Everyone had turned against her just because she could speak parseltongue. What were they, stupid? Parseltongue was just a type of language like Mermish! And then Third Year… She learnt that her godfather, Sirius was wrongly convicted of murder and wasn't given a trial. For Merlin's sake! There was something called veritasium right? Surely it should have been protocol to give some to every prisoner they had! But no… of course the couldn't use the easiest way to get prisoners to talk. They had to allow for people-sorry, purebloods to bribe their way free. And Remus… so what if he was a werewolf? He had been a perfectly good teacher!
Clenching her fist, Hebe punched the ground. Did wizards and witches have no common sense? And then her friends… They had abandoned her. For what? To keep their images spotless? She could have expected this from Ron-no, Ronald but Hermione… Ginevra… Never. Thinking about her friends, she couldn't help but think about Dumbledore. He too had accused her of lying. Stating that he had been disappointed in her. How could he? No, how could they? She had trusted them! But of course, they probably never had cared if they were so ready to abandon her. If only there was somewhere she could go that were free of the bigoted idiots that were the magicals of Britain. Another school perhaps?
Taking in deep breaths, Hebe calmed herself. It was no good getting worked up about those people. Looking up, Hebe spotted a small book on the table in front of her. The book was called, 'Renowned Magical Schools Around The World'. Smiling slightly to herself, Hebe was reminded that she was in the Room of Requirement and that just thinking about something she needed would most likely cause it to appear. Picking up the book, Hebe began to read.
Accademia di Aradia (Italy?)
Accademia of Aradia was set up by Aradia, an italian witch. To the common people, or mundanes, she was a goddess that had come down to Earth. She was born in 1313 in Volterra, a town in northern Italy. Aradia was a great teacher of magic and witchcraft, who was a defender of the poor. At that time, the bias against all magical creatures was already evident. Werewolves were killed on sight, Vampires were staked all the time and Demons were tortured for simply existing. Aradia found the bias ridiculous and sought to create a place where all were a accepted, a place for all to learn in peace.
Aradia travelled far and wide, teaching and preaching the religion of old times, the religion of Diana, the Queen of the Fairies and of the Moon, the goddess of the poor and the oppressed. And as the fame of her wisdom and beauty went forth over all the land, people worshiped her, calling her La Bella Pellegrina. By this time, she gathered a group of followers, together they started the school together.
Finally, when Aradia passed away before her long-lived co-founders, the school was renamed Accademia di Aradia in her honour. To this day, Accademia di Aradia is a school for sentient magical creatures of all races. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Fae, all are allowed.
Notes: Accademia di Aradia has a very demanding curriculum. It is said that once you are enrolled in this school, you graduate or die trying. Students can die in this school by another student's hand if they are too weak to defend themselves. Humans are in the minority due to this as they don't have any particular advantage over the other students like Vampires… etc… To survive longer, students should try never insult another race or think themselves superior. All magicals are equal. Rumours state that students who quit are hunted down and their memories wiped. However, there are so the extreme cases where the student is killed on sight. The location of the school is a mystery only known to students, staff and alumni.
Other Notes: Turn to page 57 to find out more about the school.
To enroll, please send a letter to Headmistress Salene Domani.
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Asclepius Academy (Greece?)
Asclepius was a healer known throughout the world for his knowledge of surgery, the use of drugs, love potions and incantations. To the common people or mundanes he was a demigod-the son of Apollo. Asclepius was not only a great healer but one of the best necromancers being capable of bringing the dead back to life with no adverse effects. In his honour, Asclepius Academy was named after him. Asclepius Academy is a academy that focuses on the arts of healing. Just like Accademia di Aradia, they believe in equality. Like Accademia di Aradia, Asclepius Academy is a school for sentient magical creatures of all races. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Fae, all are allowed.
Notes: Asclepius Academy only accepts those aspiring to be healers. However, despite Asclepius Academy being a school for healers, like Accademia di Aradia, students can die in this school by another student's hand if they are too weak to defend themselves. However, unlike Accademia di Aradia, this happens less frequently as most students there are not as bloodthirsty as those who attend Accademia di Aradia. The location of the school is a mystery only known to students, staff and alumni.
Other Notes: Turn to page 63 to find out more about the school.
To enroll, please send a letter to Headmaster Leal Tomason.
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Author's Note: Those who have bought this book trying to find out more about Adonis Academy, Hogwarts, Circe's Hearth, Witches' Palace… etc… we regret to inform you that this book only states the top 50 magical schools around the world. We would also like to take this opportunity to state that Hogwarts IS NOT one of the best schools in Europe, much less the world. Thank you.
When Hebe finished reading the book, she found that only two schools had stood out to her. 'Accademia di Aradia' as well as 'Asclepius Academy'. However, upon looking through the requirements once again, Hebe found that Accademia di Aradia was the best choice for her as she did want to learn some healing techniques yet at the same time she didn't want to be a healer. Why did she want to learn healing techniques? Well, the reason was simple. She remembered a story she read about a psychopathic doctor who could kill people while making it seem like an accident easily due to his medical knowledge. Well, it wasn't like she wanted to go around killing people. If anything, she wanted to become a combat healer.
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Didn't she just answer herself? Shaking her head, Hebe looked at the book one more time. Flipping the pages, Hebe soon came upon the page with all the details on it. Looking at it closely, Hebe began to read.
Accademia di Aradia
Accademia di Aradia only accepts students aged between 14-18 Any older or younger and students will not be accepted. New students normally start school in October. Schooling will last for 6 years. However, it is normally more than that due to usage of time turners in the school. To enroll into the school, simply send a letter to the Headmistress Salene Domani. If your application is accepted, you will be given a set of instructions on how to enter the school.
Reading the vague instructions, Hebe looked around for a piece of paper and pen in order to write her letter to the Headmistress. Scrunching her brow, Hebe put the pen to paper and began to write a letter requesting entrance to Accademia di Aradia. Once she was done, Hebe signed her name under as Kairos Lercos. As she did so, she felt a sense of sadness as she realised she was givin-no, taking up another name. Sighing tiredly, Hebe-no she was now Kairos, pocketed the letter. She would ask Hedwig to deliver the letter for her later.
Standing up, Kairos looked at the clock. It was currently 10:23 in the night. Yawning, Kairos resolved to head to Gringotts first thing in the morning to settle her affairs-things like her emancipation etcetera… Looking around the room, Kairos spotted a bed in the corner of the room. Stumbling to the bed, Kairos fell onto the bed and was immediately out like a light.
The next day, when Kairos woke up, she quickly changed out of her Hogwarts uniform into a plain grey dress. Petunia had said that buying dresses were cheaper than getting shirts and skirts for her. Once she wore her dress, Kairos took a long strip of cloth that was lying conveniently on the ground to use as a headband in order to cover her scar. With her scar now covered, Kairos applied a colour changing charm to her eyes. Her eyes then turned brown. Smiling slightly, Kairos envisioned the room of requirement turning into fireplace. Almost immediately, a fireplace appeared. A packet of floo powder lay on the floor next to the fireplace. Picking up the the packet of floo powder, Kairos poured it into the flames. The flames flared up before turning green. Stepping into the fire, Kairos called out 'Gringotts'. And then she was gone.
Falling out of the fireplace in Gringotts, Kairos knelt down and dry heaved. The sensation was not one she ever wanted to experience again. Staggering to one of the counters, Kairos asked for a full audit of her vaults.
"Your key?"
"I don't have mine with me. Is there any other way to verify my identity?"
The goblin took out a large book from beneath the counter as well as a bejeweled knife before asking her to cut her palm and allow some blood to drop onto the book. Kairos did so. Under her eyes, the blood began to move to form words.
Birth Name: Lady Hebe Lilian Potter
Titles: Lady Potter, Lady Black, Lady Peverell, Lady Slytherin.
Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter~By Blood (Paternal)
Most Ancient and Pure House of Black-By Blood (Paternal)
Most Ancient and Great House of Peverell~By Blood (Paternal)
Most Ancient and Pure House of Slytherin~By Rights of Conquest (Tom Riddle)
"Very well. You are who you say you are, Lady Potter. If I may ask, where is your key?"
"Actually I don't know…"
"We goblins at Gringotts can issue you a new key at a price of 50 galleons. Getting a new key will render the previous key invalid. Would you like to proceed?"
"Umm, yeah."
"A key will be passed to you later. As of now, let me bring you to your account manager."
The goblin took her to a hall where he gestured to a room with the words 'Potter Account Mananger' on it. Knocking on the door, the goblin ushered her in before passing the other goblin a slip of paper. Then leaving her in the room, the goblin left.
"Lady Potter, I am Slagclaw. I am the Account Manager for the Potter Vaults and now the Account Manager for the Black, Peverell and Slytherin Vaults now due to you."
"I-I'm sorry? Is that a bad thing?"
"On the contrary, no."
"Anyway, here is the audit of your vaults."
Slagclaw passed a file over to Kairos. Accepting the file, Kairos browsed through it.
"Ummm, why are there yearly deposits into my account?"
"The account you are seeing now is your trust fund. Every year, Every year, 600 galleons is deposited into that vault from the main vaults."
"Wait, vaults? Vaults as in plural?"
"Yes. Since the Potters are an Ancient and Noble family, you have inherited their entire fortune-a large sum of 11 million in galleons. You have also inherited several estates and business. Apart from that, you have inherited the fortunes of ot
her Houses. Namely Black, Peverell and Slytherin."
"Really? So in total, how much do I have? If you were to liquidate all your assets, you will have a total of 124 million in galleons. Congratulations, Lady Potter. WOuld you like to combine all those family names into one?"
"I can do that?"
"Yes you can. However, before that you should continue going through the file." Kairos nodded before continuing to read through the file.
Stopping once more, Kairos inquired Slagclaw about the money being withdrawn before she learnt about her vault.
"Hm? Wasn't that money for your welfare? The total amount should have been enough to buy a small house?"
"Whatever it was, I never saw any of it." replied Kairos firmly.
"I see… I will look into it immediately."
"Oh yeah, isn't 372 galleons a bit too much for my school books?"
"Of course it is! The average amount a student needs for a school year is approximately 64 galleons."
"In that case, why is there 372 galleons being withdrawn every year?"
Slagclaw frowned.
"Have you entrusted your key to anyone?"
"Ummm… I only saw it once. And that was during first year when Hagrid brought me here. I think the Weasley's have it."
"I will look into whether the Weasley's have been embezzling your money for you… In fact, I will be going through your accounts just in case since it seems you haven't approved of the many transactions from your account."
"Thank you so much." Kairos thanked Slagclaw profusely. Slagclaw just brushed her thanks off.
"Shall I begin the process of combining your vaults now?"
"Yes please."
"Very well then. Please allow three drops of blood to fall inside this."
Slagclaw passed a vial and knife to her. Peering into the vial, Kairos wondered what the silvery liquid was. Shrugging off the question, Kairos cut her thumb before allowing three drops of blood to fall into the potion. Passing the potion back to Slagclaw, he upturned the potion over a piece of parchment. The potion began to form words on the parchment.
And the chapter is done. For people who don't know, this is the rewrite of Nyx, Academy of Magic. To people who read Nyx, mind telling me if this is worst or better? Thanks.