IY: Finally! I am back into civilization! -stretches-
Kit: Yeah, if you call a rest area at 3:52 in the morning civilization.
IY: As a matter of fact, I do! At least I get to see other people (even if they're all sleeping), unlike for the past month...
But, anyway! -shakes head- This is a new fic, obviously. I hope you guys enjoy!
Summary: AU of Sixth Year (Can't wait for Book 7 to come out, by the way!) Harry is told that Hogwarts is closing, and that he must attend Stonewall Secondary- the school he would've attended if he hadn't been accepted into Hogwarts in the first place. However, that isn't the worst of his problems...
Warning: (Although I don't think I should have to do this, since it was on the fic summary...) Slash, Yaoi, Shounen Ai, Boy Love, whatever you wanna call it. DMHP
Stonewall Secondary: Chapter ONE
"I'm so sorry to disturb you, Petunia, but I wanted to see if I could borrow young Harry for a bit," Mrs. Figg's crackly voice echoed from the entranceway.
Harry froze where he stood in the kitchen, hands in the soapy water he was using to wash the breakfast dishes.
"Harry? Whatever could you want that juvenile delinquent for, dear?" Petunia's sickly sweet tone made Harry's skin crawl.
"Well, I need to get some boxes down from the attic, and these old bones of mine just aren't up for the task. I have no one left to call on, so I thought I'd pop on over and see if I could ask for some help."
Petunia's high-pitched giggle sounded, "Why, of course we'll help you! We're all like family here in this neighborhood, right? There's no way I could resist a cry for help!"
Harry put down the tea cup he was previously washing and sneaked over to the opening that led out of the kitchen.
"However… Are you sure you want Harry? I'm sure I can get Dudley to help you out, dear; it would be much safer. After all, you never know what a deranged teen can do…" Petunia trailed off suggestively.
Harry grit his teeth. He was dangerous? Obviously, Petunia was still oblivious to the fact that her dear Duddeykins was the leader of the local gang…
"Oh, I'm sure we'll be fine, Petunia. He's never been any trouble all the times you left him with me when he was younger," Mrs. Figg answered calmly.
Harry grinned. There wasn't much his aunt could say to that; she'd have to let him go!
"Well, okay then. Let me just go get him," Petunia said, closing the door on the elderly woman.
Harry scrambled away quickly, heading back to the sink. He grabbed the forgotten tea cup and started scrubbing away.
"You, boy! Put that down and come with me. Mrs. Figg wants you to help her with some chores."
Harry nodded obediently, "Yes, Aunt Petunia."
As Harry reached his aunt, who stood in the hallway, right outside the kitchen, she grabbed his arm.
"Now, listen here: I don't want to hear about any funny business, you understand? If Mrs. Figg comes and complains about things blowing up, I will tell Vernon, and you will not like the outcome," she hissed lowly, as to not alert their visitor.
Harry winced as her bony fingers dug into his arm, but nodded. "Okay, Aunt Petunia. I understand."
Petunia sniffed, but allowed him to wrench his arm away. "Go on, boy, what are you waiting for?"
Harry nodded and headed to the door. Opening it, he said, "Hi, Mrs. Figg."
"Harry! How good to see you! How have you been, dear?"
Harry shifted his feet. "Er, fine, ma'am."
"Hmm… Why don't I believe you?" Mrs. Figg said humorously. "Oh well, don't just stand there, dear; let's get going."
Harry nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind him.
"So, what do you need me to do, Mrs. Figg?" he asked, pretending to not have eavesdropped.
"Oh, I don't really need you to do anything, dear," she said airily, waving a wrinkled hand. "Dumbledore needs to see you, but he knew that he's not exactly welcomed at the Dursley's."
"Oh," was all Harry could say.
Mrs. Figg smiled, "Don't worry, dear, it's nothing bad. Now, come on, mustn't keep them waiting."
Harry nodded and followed behind her. For an old woman, Arabella Figg sure could walk fast.
"Come on in, Harry," Mrs. Figg said, holding open the door to her home.
He walked in, heading towards the living room automatically. He'd been left here so many times as a child that he knew the house like the back of his hand.
"Ah, Harry. That was fast," was the first thing that reached Harry's ears as he stepped into the room.
His eyes automatically searched for the speaker, finding the old man seated on a love seat in the corner.
"Professor Dumbledore. You wanted to speak with me?" Harry asked politely, still remembering the events of the past school year.
"Ah, yes. I'm afraid I have some rather… unfortunate news, Harry."
Harry's eyes widened behind his trademark round glasses. "What? What is it? Is it about Voldemort? Is everyone okay?"
Dumbledore opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted by a familiar drawling voice.
"Why don't you just let the man speak, scar head, instead of interrupting every minute?"
Harry whirled around, finding his arch nemesis standing in the doorway.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here?" he hissed, confused but trying to hide it.
"Well, Harry, that's what I wanted to speak to you about," Dumbledore said, trying to diffuse the impending brawl.
Harry turned his back to the blond, confident that he wouldn't try anything with
Dumbledore in the same room.
"You see, once the ministry finally admitted Voldemort's return, the public went into an
uproar. Hogwarts was flooded with letters from concerned parents, most saying that they wanted to withdraw their children.
"Without students, there is no point to keeping the school open. However, we didn't want all of you to go without an education, so we enrolled you all in Muggle public schools."
Harry gaped, "Really? Is that why Malfoy's here?"
Dumbledore nodded gravely. "I'm afraid that's so. Many of our pureblood students don't know how to live as Muggles, so they will be under the tutelage of a Muggle-born or, as in your case, Muggle-raised student."
"W-wait, wait," Harry sputtered. "You mean to tell me that I'm going to be teaching purebloods how to be like Muggles?"
Dumbledore beamed, "Correct! You have exactly six weeks, since Stonewall Secondary starts on Tuesday, August 21st, and today is Tuesday, July 10th."
"But I haven't gone to Muggle school since primary! How am I supposed to teach them if I don't know anything myself?" Harry asked, as close a statement to a whine as he allowed himself to make in present company.
"Oh, dear boy, you don't have to help them with their coursework! The four of you will have a private tutor that will help you catch up with your new classmates. All you have to do, Harry, is teach them the basics of living life as a Muggle.
"For instance, our young Malfoy, here, asked me earlier what that curious contraption was," Dumbledore said, pointing to the telephone.
"Living with Muggles, I'm sure you know what it is and what it's used for. I, myself, could not answer, as I'm quite out of the loop on current Muggle technology…" the old man said sheepishly.
Harry whimpered quietly. He had to teach old-fashioned, magic-raised purebloods the wonders of 'current Muggle technology'? A telephone wasn't even considered current anymore!
"How many purebloods will I have to teach?" Harry asked quietly, resigned to his fate. He could only hope that it was a small number…
"Only three, Harry. All students were actually meant to live with their Muggle guide, but seeing as the Dursleys are less than accommodating, we decided to have them live here. Arabella will be out on vacation for a bit, so it's no problem.
"You'll have to come over every day for their lessons, but I'm sure you can manage that. The ideal thing would have been for you to move in as well, but seeing as that's not an option, we'll have to make do," Dumbledore said.
"Uh-huh," Harry said absently, trying to figure out how he could manage this. He could see no possible way of sneaking out. "And what if… What if the Dursleys don't let me out?"
From where Draco was inconspicuously sitting, he could see the way Harry fidgeted with his oversized shirt. Whatever could the Golden Boy be thinking, that had him squirming like a newborn chick and sounding just as innocent?
"Well, don't worry about that, Harry. I've got it all thought out. Here," Dumbledore said, handing Harry a small box. "Open it."
Harry did as told, and immediately gasped. "A time-turner!"
The old man smiled. "Yes, it is, Harry. Am I correct in thinking that you remember how to use it?"
Draco scowled when he heard that. So, the Headmaster knew the Boy Wonder was using an illegal object in the school and hadn't done anything about it? How unfair!
"Of course I remember! How could I forget? We saved Snuffles with one of these!" Harry said, grinning.
Abruptly, he frowned. They had saved Sirius, yes, but only so that Harry could send him to his death two years later…
Draco made a humming noise in the back of his throat. Interesting… Potter could get sad at the drop of a hat… What had been said that caused that reaction?
Dumbledore sighed, "Oh, Harry… You need to let it go eventually. It was not your fault that he died. He chose to go on his own."
Harry turned to look out a window. "Yeah, I know." His voice sounded clogged.
Draco raised an eyebrow. Had Potter caused someone to die?
The previous Hogwarts Headmaster shook his head. "I'm sorry boys, but I need to get going. Harry, the other two boys will get here tomorrow. You should start your lessons then."
Harry nodded, still looking out the window.
Dumbledore moved towards the fireplace, grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder, and started to step into the roaring green flames.
"Wait!" Harry cried, suddenly hit with the fact that he had no idea who his other two students would be.
"Yes, Harry?" the old man asked.
"Who are the other two boys?"
"Oh, goodness me. It completely slipped my mind that I hadn't told you their names yet. They are both in your year, Harry. One is a fellow Gryffindor: Mister Ronald Weasley."
Harry grinned, "Ron? That's great!" He ignored Malfoy's indignant screech of, "What? I can't live with a Weasley!"
Dumbledore smiled, "Yes, I thought you would enjoy having him around for once."
Harry's smile dimmed. That's right; everyone usually abandoned him during the summer.
The Headmaster saw his reaction and hurriedly continued, "Your other charge will be Blaise Zabini, young Mister Malfoy's Slytherin friend."
Harry groaned as Malfoy cheered. Another Slytherin?
"Well, I really must be going now. Play nice, boys."
Harry and Draco both watched as Dumbledore disappeared in a swirl of green flames.
Harry turned to the blonde. "Well, I guess I'll be going now…"
The young Malfoy heir nodded stiffly. "Fine, nothing's stopping you."
"Uh, right," Harry said, walking to the front door. Before opening it, he called out, "Bye Mrs. Figg!"
He heard the answering, "Bye dear!" coming from the back sun room, where she kept her prized flowers.
Harry turned to face Draco once more. "See ya, Malfoy. I'll be back around 9 tomorrow."
Draco nodded and watched as the Golden Boy stepped out the door, closing it quietly behind himself.
"Great. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now?"
Aaaand... That's a wrap! XD
Please review, okay? Tell me if you like it; and if you don't, that's fine too!