Blackwood Academy
Chapter 1: The Academy for Muggleborns
Warnings: Slash. Lemons. Reference to abuse. In later chapters there will be some hot and heavy scenes, it is rated M for a reason!
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the awesomeness that is Harry Potter and it all belong to the great J.K. Rowling. I make no profit.
It was a cold, cloudy day in the small town of Tullich in the Aberdeen shire and Harry shivered as a strong wind blew from the North. It was going to snow soon and Harry knew he needed to got caught in the storm to come.
His destination on this dreary November day was the Prestigious Blackwood Academy. It had once been a magic-teaching school that had rivaled Hogwarts in its days—though it had been much smaller and exclusive in its members, only allowing wealthy, pureblood children to attend. In 1816, though, it had shut its doors, seemingly forever, when the sole heir, Bartholomew Blackwood, had died, saying in his will that if he should die he wanted the school closed for good.
The doors had been re-opened four years after the final battle when a wealthy young man—he didn't know who—had bought the place from its keeper and turned it into a school for kids in Hogwarts who needed summer help with their studies and young muggleborns who needed help adjusting to the wizarding world or were abused and neglected in their old homes and came their when their parents gave up on them.
Most of the classes happened in summer, but Harry had come to speak with the last group mentioned.
The invitation had arrived around a week ago and Harry had eagerly accepted. He had heard of the school before; heck, he had donated 50000 galleons to the school, though he'd never actually been there.
Harry practically beamed as he walked down the Tullich Main Street. Many people were staring at him, not many people had seen the Man-Who-Lived-Twice (as they were calling him these days) this exuberant. He nodded and smiled back at each passerby as he hurriedly walked down the middle of the near-empty street.
Harry couldn't help it, whenever he thought of those wide-eyes and the smiling faces of the children staring up at him, it filled him up with glee. Harry loved children, though he had none of his own, nor did he have a girlfriend and he lived with two cats in a flat in Muggle London. No, he was not a lonely cat person; he had many friends, just not a girlfriend. Well, actually he was bisexual, but he had no boyfriend either.
Once he got out of the town, he saw Blackwood. It was a large Romanesque style building with two steeples at the back and large arch doorway at the end of a long drive. It looked rather churchy to Harry, but he had done his research and knew that the founder and all the other Blackwood's had been had been Catholic and it was made more exclusive by the fact that it only let in other Catholics. He just hoped it wasn't like that now.
The countryside here was very beautiful and peaceful, the perfect landscape for the children to learn and live. The green grass rustled over the hills with the wind and disappeared behind downside of the hill. The sky was grey, but it gave the land a character of serenity and calmness. Harry stopped, no longer in a hurry, and looked around himself, he felt a wind come and he let it pull him away for just a second and he relaxed completely, ready for the rain or anything that could hit him, just at ease with the world. He became more enchanted with Scotland every time he came. The place was amazing.
Maybe he should move here? He'd thought about it a lot, but had decided against each time. He'd have to move a lot more than himself, Pepper and Heidi (his cats) and it would cause his assistant, Asuka, more trouble getting to him each morning. Well, he'd think about it some more.
He started walking again, and within a few minutes he reached the long drive leading up to the school. He smiled ahead, yet again wondering whether the children anticipated him. He hoped they did.
When he got to the large mahogany arch door he saw a sign that read, "Mr. Harry Potter, please pull," and right next to it was a large rope. He supposed he was meant to pull the rope and so he did. There was a loud sound of bells clanging and the door opened, revealing a woman a little shorter than him with wavy, short black hair with bangs that slightly covered her right eye and those eyes were a black-brown colour. She smiled slightly at him, turned around and waved at him to follow her.
"Welcome, Mr. Potter. I know who you are, but I'm afraid you do not know who I am, I assume. I'm Celeste Meyers; I was a year older than you in Slytherin. Yes, I am a muggleborn, odd as it sounds. I teach Charms for summer classes and Wizarding History for the year-rounds. You know your agenda, right? Well, anyway, this first floor is for all the summer classes, two of the year-rounds classes, the kitchens and the church-slash-great hall. Some of our children choose to keep their faith, even if they were beaten into believing it. This past year we had eleven students go off to Hogwarts and eight are going next year. Anyway, the second floor is the rest of the year-round classrooms, the Floo room and some of the older students' dorms. The third floor is the rest of the year-round dorms. You will be staying on the top floor with the teachers. There are fifteen rooms and twelve teachers, so you should be quite comfortable..." she went on talking about the history, old (most of that Harry already knew) and new, of the school and many random facts about the school.
They got to the end of the marble hall and went up a small set of stairs and at the top was a portrait of an eight year-old with short, curly black hair with a bright blue bow in it that matched her piercing blue eyes that had an intensity that had an intensity a girl her age shouldn't know. She wore an early twentieth-century style black sailor-type uniform with blue accents. He stopped and stared at the painting and it stared back at him. He stood for a while before Celeste noticed he had stopped and came back.
"Oh, that's Victoria, the headmaster's daughter, or well, really his adopted daughter. She's the reason he re-opened this place and made it what is today," she explained. "She's nine now and is much nicer than she appears, but she's rather quiet and mostly only talks to the headmaster." Harry then smiled at the painting and the girl within stepped back, surprised.
"Hello, Victoria, I'm Harry," he said.
"Hello Harry," she said back. There was silence for a few moments before she broke the, at least to her it was, awkward tension.
"Well, you'll meet the real Victoria later. For now, we need to get you up and settled, so come on," she waved for him to follow her up the stairs again. This time she was silent as he walked him up to the fourth floor. When they got there, she lead him down the high-arched hallway down to a room with a mahogany door which had a gold plaque with the number "12" on it. Celeste turned to him and handed him a key.
"This is the key to your room, only the headmaster and the house elves have a similar key. The room has heavy wards on it so that only people with a key can get in, unless they knock and you let them in, of course. Don't worry about the house elves; they will only come when you are not in the room. The headmaster will be here to welcome you, please get comfortable while you are waiting. Your luggage was transferred here an hour before you got here and it should be in the closet. You're staying, two weeks, right," he nodded. "Hmm, good then. Well, have a nice stay!" She said like she was in training to work at a hotel and went quickly down the hall and into a different room.
He unlocked the door and walked in and was thoroughly impressed. It was a bit like Hogwarts, not terribly, but there were similarities. The floor was a light cherry. The décor was exceptional, not too old looking, but not too modern. It was kind of a mixture of both medieval and modern. The floor was a light cherry and the walls were white with the slightest brown tint and trimmed with a reddish wood that Harry didn't know. The ceiling was arched and the medium mahogany were partially out of the ceiling, making the room looked more rounded. The furniture was all a darker shade of a wood that was similar to the one on the wall trim and the chairs and sofa had a reddish-brown cotton cloth covering the seats and backs. The bed was a king-size, four-poster bed with dark chocolate coloured curtains and a reddish-brown cotton comforter and dark chocolate brown pillows. It was fluffed up, but not too much, just the way he liked it.
He walked up to the bed and folded back the comforter to look at the sheets and they were silk, which was to be expected from such a rich school, they probably got twenty thousand galleons a day. He went to the closet to get his stuff. The closet was walk in, too. He put up his clothes and other things and thought about that girl, Victoria. She seemed to be a very strange girl. He wondered why she had needed to have an adopted parent and why she had needed to be saved. He had already admitted to his saving-people-thing and since then it had only gotten worse, he had started wanting to save people who had already been saved.
Just then the door opened and a black head popped out followed by a blue bow and then pale skin and then Victoria, the real one, came into the room and walked right up to him. She looked almost he same as her portrait but slightly taller, a more serious expression and darker eyes. She held up her hand and looked at him sternly.
"Hello Mr. Potter, I am Victoria, Victoria Malfoy," she said and Harry's mouth dropped.
"Ma-Malfoy?" He stuttered and looked at the door. At that moment, a shock a white-blonde hair appeared at the door and the pale, skinny body that always followed, followed.
"Hello Potter," Malfoy said and smirked.
AN: Well, that was actually quite fun. But the next chapters, I think, should be even more fun. This chapter doesn't really give insight on the character's personality but there is major foreshadowing here and Harry's life. How do you like that life? I wondered if I should take out the cats, but decided cats and Harry Potter belong together. I only mentioned his assistant, Asuka, once, but she will later become a more major character. ~The More You Know~ Anyway, please review!