Harry Potter and the Collegium of New Avalon part 1

Author: Charlemagne
Part: 1
Rated: PG
Genre: Action Adventure/Mild Romance (H/CC, Herimone/Other, Ron/Other)
Content: Fantasy Violence, Angst

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron Weasley, or even
You-know-who as they all belong to one very special author in England who is not me. The events in this story make no claim to anything of J.K. Rowling's but attempt to create a fantasy story of what will happen to them in college and tell an amusing tale, which I hope you'll enjoy.

After seven years at Hogwarts the inseperable three had finally accomplished their goals set out to do when at the age of eleven they had been brought by a magic train and invitation to the castle that had trained them in the arts of witchcraft, wizardry, and a few more things not normally covered in the curriculum like battling Dark Wizards and starting movements to free House Elves. Voldemort was at last dead and the Death Eaters had either joined his fate or been returned to a Dementor-free but much more secure Azkaban, acomplished in no small part due to Peter Pettigrew's sacrifice of his own life. Ron Weasley had been appointed Head Boy for his final year at Hogwarts for his exemplary handling of the Dark Lord's attack on the school
with giant ravens and worse creatures and Prefect Hermione had managed to receive a citation for accurate predictions that had unearthed Draco Malfoy's spying for his father and ultimate betrayal of his alma-mater. Harry himself was just glad to be rid of his parent's killer's shadow and that he now no longer had to ever spend another day with the Dursleys and could make his own path for better or worse. Hopefully better.

As the Hogwarts express drew from the station with the newly graduated
students Hermione, Ron, and Harry had a entire car to themselves since they had waited til the last day to leave before the express would stop ferrying students back until the next term. Dumbledore had been glad to have them and the old wizard seemed to have had a great deal of weight lifted from his frail shoulders in the aftermath of the victory that was perfect for the company of young folk. As a parting gift for his apprentices he had presented the three Gryffindors with gifts from his private collection of 'knick knacks' including a ever-full tome which for the Muggles among you is
a book that you can read forever and ever and never reach the end, a
everfull purse for Ron Weasely which technically were illegal due to the disastrous effects they had done to the economy in 1534, 1754, and 1925 but whom the Old wizard had said Ron might find coming in handy for his times ahead. Harry had been given the most precious gift of all and one that the now grown man of a wizard looked at even as it perched on the other side of the car looking down at him. Fawkes the Phoneix whom the Headmaster had said since his rebirth 'needed to explore new things and not spend time
cramped up with a cranky old headmaster' though Harry and Fawkes had both taken offense to such a description of Albus Dumbledore.

"So...what now?" Head-Boy-no-more but still feeling extremely full of
himself because of it Ron Weasley spoke lifting his hands behind his head and putting his legs up on the top of the chair in front of him. The smirk on Ron's face was as wide as the engine of the train.

"Well I guess I'm going to head down to North Umberland and visit Sirius's new home. Since he got validated I got the impression he wants to make himself as respectable as he can in the wizard community as soon as possible. Last I heard he wants to run for a seat on the board of governors." Harry spoke leaning forward with his hands pressed around his face and with a look that he found Sirius's desire to join the ministry quite amusing.

Ron looked at Harry then chuckled "Harry I meant what NOW, now. We're
graduates of Hogwarts, heroes even, and the entire wizardly world is before us. Where do we go, what sights do we see...." Ron normally would have added a comment about finding females due to an incorrigible influence several of his friends, outside of Harry and Herimone, had on him including his brothers but Hermione was here and he didn't want to get the look she had learned to silence him with.

'I swear girls must learn how to do that with age.' Ron noted looking at the now lovely women in full bloom of Ms. Granger but whom Ron like most boys who grew up with girls had difficulty noticing. It was a look his mother had for him, his brothers, and his father that Hermione had picked it up somewhere and adapted for him and...much less often Harry.

"I'm going to apply for a New Avalon Graduate Collegium course." Hermione noted petting Crookshanks who had taken up residence on her lap. "They sent my mother and dad some very nice illusion-pamplets that scared the dickens out of my mother when she opened them...but when she recovered she and I were quite impressed. I'm thinking about pursuing a Professorship in comparative Magical Ethics."

Ron looked horrified at Hermione as his owl fluttered up and perched behind his chair "Hermione we just got DONE with the seven most exhausting years of our life and all you can think about is going back to another three years of them?"

"New Avalon?" Harry asked looking up blinking. Hedwig had managed to pick up his mail from the Dursleys for his final residence there before Uncle Veron could find and destroy it while he was away but he hadn't had time to open them in all the excitement, one of the letters had been from someplace marked New Avalon.

"Crimey Harry I can forgive you not knowing about the Quidditch team finals last week but come on New Avalon is the BEST collegium team in the world. My dad actually prefers watching the Avalon Red Dragons to the Leprechauns now." Ron blinked shaking his head at Harry.

Hermione was a bit more forth coming with information "Well it's a wizard island which isn't very common nowadays given the amount of time and effort to conceal an island from technology, boats, tides, and what not isn't very cost effective according to the pamphlet but just off the cost about eight hundred years ago Gryfindor's sister and one of the first teachers at Hogwarts decided to construct her own finishing class on the island for students she felt needed to study the more advanced classes. The class now leads in teaching professorships and other levels though being a graduate and seventh year Ron I'm sure you don't have to worry about attending anything like that..." Hermione smirked, Ron's desire to be out of Hogwarts
had grown considerably and he wouldn't have any trouble getting into almost any position wizard wise.

Hermione blinked as Ron looked at her sheepishly and scratched the back of his head "Actually....I'm going to probably have to attend New Avy myself....I had a long talk with my father and Moody actually once it all died down and well I've decided to become an Auror."

The witch smiled broadly at Ron and nodded, it wasn't so unbelievable Ron would decide to make his living battling the Dark Arts, he'd certainly had enough experience doing it in the past few years.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." Harry said after Ron spoke, in truth survival and escape had been his goals so long in his life he'd never really given much thought to what he would do once Voldemort had been laid to rest and he had graduated Hogwarts. He had considered following Moody's path but frankly unlike Ron he had no desire to spend his life looking for troubles like Tom Riddle and Draco Malfoy had become, it was quite easy enough for it to find him. He'd considered maybe becoming a professor as well but as
much as he loved Hogwarts he admitted he wasn't exactly teaching material yet.

"...and it takes three years studying defense of dark arts advanced courses, dark arts history, monsters through the ages and a WHOLE bunch of creepy classes before a two year apprenticeship under a experienced Auror which Moody...the REAL Allastor Moody has offered to do when I'm done with my classes. I was kinduv hoping they'd let it..." he stopped to look at Harry and slapped him on the back "Don't worry Harry with your face and history you can anywhere."

Harry himself wasn't quite so sure.

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Albus Dumbledore smiled watching the Hogwart's express leave the station high above from his tower in the thousand-year old Castle. The three students were leaving with a substantial portion of the Old School's magic but it was only fitting because they had brought so much to the school by themselves. He would miss old Fawkes but the immolating little bird had a greater destiny ahead and Albus unlike he would not be around forever.

"Achoo!" a heavy sneeze was heard behind the headmaster and he turned around to see Severus Snape still sporting the red nose of the flu which Draco Malfoy had attempted to use a much more powerful version of to kill the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. The teacher had been putting his knowledge of potions to good use in treating the death-flu but the bug had proved surprisingly resilient, then again the expansive collection of dust which Albus's private library tended to accumulate in a very short period was probably not helping.

"Good riddance, bad rubbish." Severus said shaking his head and finding a seat in his mentor's room which was silent save for the constant writing of names, addresses, and personal histories of soon to be attending magical students of Hogwarts. The old quill had been created by Ravenclaw herself and it was it which made sure a great deal of magical students who might have never received training in their skills otherwise got it for free at Hogwarts which Albus ran by Ministry funding, private donations, and unbeknowst to the formers his own very large collection of funds which could keep it running another thousand years if it had to.

"You say that to every batch of students which leaves Severus. I'm
surprised however you do to this batch....surely in these last few years this group has earned your respect." Albus smirked turning to Severus.

Snape turned his head not wanting to comment, Young Master Potter had saved his life just as his father had done before and while the Defense teacher might comment that he deserved it because he had done the same to Potter on numerous occasions the bond was still there and in some sick-twisted way to only Snape's viewing he was going to miss the young lad and his meddling friends. Still by the turning of his watering eyes and runny nose the former potions master was not going to give Old Albus the satisfaction of hearing him say that.

"The school will certainly be allot quieter with them missing from it and I must admit I'm going to...ACHOO....look forward to that peace." Severus said getting up and dusting himself off before casting a cleaning cantrip on his hankerchief to blow again.
"Peace and quiet should be enjoyed old friend." Albus said blinking as he saw the Ravenclaw quill stop writing and then start bouncing toward Albus's personal library. This was an extremely rare event as it signaled the other magic Ravenclaw had worked into the magic quill was at work and the times it had done so had been very rare including just before the Rise of Voldemort, before Harry Potter's "branding", and many years past in 1945 when Albus had defeated....

The quill pushed out a copy of New Avalon's history and Albus blinked,
watching the quill start to write prophecy before his and Snape's eyes then tap down another student's name on a sheet of paper directly beside it.

Albus Dumbledore took a moment to saunter over to the parchment and pick up the book before the quill lept from it in his hands and bounced backwards over to the great book Albus had set out for the quill as it started resuming it's work writing out information on new students for Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The quill stopped for a moment and bended the top of it's feather to Albus and Snape who were already reading the short-versed prophecy it had written.

When the three come
When lovers meet
The strings of desire be strung
The book will unseat
and the Chaos Bringer's return sung.

Albus took a moment to exchange a glance with Snape of mutual apprehension before looking to the waiting quill and saying the word's it was waiting to hear before resuming it's writing

"Thank you."

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