The Magic of Eladea









"Harry!" Aunt Petunia's shreaky voice shattered the pleaseness of sleep on that fateful dawning morning, Harry groaned and turned over in his sleep trying to hide from the voice that was trying to wake him from the bottom of the stairs. "Harry! If you don't wake up this instant I'll make you mow the yard and do the gardening!" Harry chuckled to himself, she was going to make him do both of those anyways. Why should he get up from his peaceful rest if he was only going to have to do what she said? He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and a loud sharp knock on his door. He then heard her blazing angry voice growl at him to get up that moment or he wasn't ever going back to that blasted school of his ever again ax-murder for a godfather or not.

That of course got him up, sensing she was up to something again involving his life. He got dressed for yardwork, and went downstairs for his meager breakfast. But the size of his rations did not worry him, he could always sneak something more out the refrigrator while she wasn't looking. This is how his usual day began anyways, so he was used to it by now. Dudley came stomping down the reinforced stairs as he did every morning, surprising Harry that he didn't end up accidently putting his leg through the staircase. He was always cranky in the mornings and today was no exception, because for one he was on a diet once again. And second his parents would not buy him something he desperetly wanted for the first time, a CD with so graphic of langauge that it would make even the most experinced curser turn pale. Of course both Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would not stand for it, even though he compliened that every boy in Smeltings owned such a CD. This went on for quite sometime until Uncle Vernon forbid Dudley to never mention the group's name to him our in his home ever again, of course Dudley faked a tearful plea to his mother but she would have nothing to do with it. This argument was the first of its kind, and most certainly not the last.

This was once more the subject of popularity at the Dursley's breakfast table, the argument got so raged that Harry was able to sneak outside with one of Dudley unused books. A rather good one called Sir Gawain and the Green Knight by an unknown author from the middle ages, it was in a story collection called "The Best of the Medevil Times." Harry sat on the bench outside the house in the garden for over an hour reading the long ballad, listening with one ear to the shouting and raging. Finally it stopped, Dudley had lost once more and was fuming about it. He came stomping outside kicking up knots of grass, his eyes then locked on Harry with a mischvious glint in them. He opened his big fat mouth and shouted "Harry's reading one of those books that you don't like father!" Harry could hear Uncle Vernon's head snap up and his feet touch the ground with a loud clap and come running out to the garden snaching the offending book with one mighty heave from Harry's hands, and toss it into the kitchen trash can which was right beside the open kitchen door.

He then turned slowy to Harry with a purple rage flushing his cheeks, struggling for words he took a deep breath to gain them. When he did there was a blazing kindling fire going on there, he spoke in a deadly voice as if he was really having a bad morning and Harry had made it worse somehow or another. "Harry I told you never to bring those bloody books into my house again, and yet you never listen. Petunia and I have made a decision, we don't care if your god-father doesn't like the idea of you becomeing a regular human being which you shall become starting today. I don't care if your god-father committed murder or not, he probably killed those scoundrels for parents of yours. And he probably will kill you, I'll try not to stop him if you wish..... But while you're in my house you will go to normal school called Stonewall High from now on not some stupid fraud of a school of yours, or what I should refer to as a nuthouse. I'm tryed of this foney wizardry crap," he hissed and countined taking a deep breath, "you think you can get away with it. You think you can actually get by, by being a wizard. I won't let you do this nonsense anymore, I don't care what your teachers say or what your god-father says you will never set foot in that evil nonsense ridcilous nuthouse again!"

After the tremdous lector Uncle Vernon went and slammed the kitchen door shut Aunt Petunia went behind him, and opened the door but before she went in she smiled a little sly smile that he knew that she was going to make him miserable until he could get out of his guardain's house. Harry sat down on the bench again, his head aching from already absolute misery..... This was going to be one miserable dreary year, espically if the school was a local one that let students stay at their homes instead of a boarding school.

School started earlier for regular school's then it did for boarding schools including Hogwarts, he was trying on the school uniform an ugly gray mass that made him look like an elephant instead of a young man. "Harry! Get down here now! Bus is coming!" Harry groaned to himself, the bus another one of public school's tortures to the children who attend. He patted Hedwig's head before he left, Hedwig was stuck in a cage the Dursly's had stuffed her in a cage and threw alway the key. Harry grabbed up his bookbag straighned his baggy uniform and ran outside to catch the bus, there was only one more student on the bus and she was hunkered down in a seat in the very back of the bus looking at something. Her hair looked as if it were close to the color violet it was so ebon, with golden streaks through its long length. She looked up when he sat down directly across from her, she had eyes the color of mystic fire topaz that you could look into and get lost. She smiled a friendly smile and put down the sketch book she was drawing on, and reached across the aisle to shake his hand. He took it and shaked her hand smiling back at her, she spoke with a heavy scotish accent "My name Eladea, what's yours friend?"
"My name is Harry Potter, may I inquire your last name Eladea?"
"My last name is Snape, Potter."
His eyes opened a bit wider, and she just smiled at him.
"Why did you want to know anyways Potter?"
"Oh, I just had a professor named Snape before at my old school..... May I inquire your father's first name?"
"Serverus Snape..... All I see of him though is during the summer months he never comes for Christmas or the Easter holidays, not ever since mum died he hasn't been the same....."
Her voice faded off sadly, apperently she had loved her mother greatly.

Harry smiled at her trying to be friendly, but the girl was a Snape! His most hated enemy, and yet his daughter was quite nice toward him. It was weird how different father and daughter were, Snape the most iratible person he knew and so far Eladea was the nicest. It was odd how different both were from each other, he then noticed her sketch pad again.
"May I look at your drawings?" Harry asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.
She seemed a little reluctent but she handed over the sketch pad, he opened it up inside were all sorts of castles and landmarks throughout Britian. There were armored knights and princesses, faries and wells. Flowers of the British landscape, and clouds and stars. There was also a picture of a shelf of jars that were most likely her father's potion ingredients, the pictures were of wonderful quality. The shading was amazing, espically the cheek bones of the faces which were pretty hard to do. The current one she was working on was picture of her and her father in muggle clothes sitting on a castle wall, the landscape was behind them. The picture was clipped on the top of the piece of paper, seeing the colors of the picture he doubted that the Snape he knew was her father because he actually looked nice.....

All of a sudden he felt the bus stop and another student got on, this countinued until they pulled in to the school drive a hour later. He swallowed the butterflies that were flying around in his stomach, and got the guts to step out onto Stonewall Highs courtyard. "Come on Harry! Hurry up, otherwise you'll be late to advisory!"
Eladea shouted at him, running foward on the cobbled-stoned old courtyard on this dreary day. He rushed off the bus with her and followed her into the school building, which was a two story school-building with cold grey stones and no cheerfulness about it. Harry followed her into the building, the lobby was full of tropheys and other novelities and a bookstore in which you could buy candy, penicils, paper, and the such. Inside I saw where she got her artist sketch pad and charcoal pencil, the small shop had a artist section. All of a sudden he felt her hand grasp his shoulder turn him around and lead him down a hall, apperently he was going to make her late and she didn't like that idea.

She started to speak again after a few moments of walking, "New kids are usally in my advisory class because no one likes the teacher, Toadstool. So you'll probably be put in my class, from there we'll find out our schedules."
She turned into another hall, and after two minutes she came out into a hall with several doors throughout it.
"This is the math hall, Toadstool is the Alegbra two teacher. I managed to get by his class last year, so I should be taking geometry this year."
She opened room 317 and jerked him in, inside were several students who were all wearing the same plaid skirts and plaid pants and uniforms. They all looked mad at the squat little man who was talking at the head of the class, it was no wonder why Eladea called him toadstool because he was shaped like one and looked like one. He turned and frowned at Eladea but said nothing to her, instead he handed her a piece of paper with a school schedule on it. She took it and saw another schedule on his desk, she stuffed it in her pocket without him seeing her do so and guided him to the very back of the class.

"Here Harry I think this is your schedule," he took it out of her hands and looked at it. He had Geometry, Art, Chemistry, and an English class. He looked over at her schedule she had all the classes he did for the first semester, and all the same teachers which meant that she was in all of his classes. Which was really really good, espically for him because he wasn't to smart in math and had never took any algebra courses. They stayed in the classroom until the bell rang, the bell was a strange one because it chimed "Westminster Abby." Then they all deserted the classroom as fast as they could to get into whatever classes they were taking at the moment, he looked down at their schedules the first class they had was in room 319 which was two doors down. And was taught by a professor named Peteric O'Milly, "Great," mummbled Eladea "I get old fussbucket again, just what I need for the start of a dreary day....."

Harry just smiled at her as she opened the door, inside was a very old man who reminded Harry of a alive Professor Bins. He looked up at them and smiled a very toothless grin, Harry felt Eladea shudder beside him. Apprently there something that creeped her out about O'Milly, she rushed over to the very back of the room so that she would get a good seat in the back of the classroom. Harry did so to, the class seemed to go on forever with O'Milly explaining why ever child should have at least one good course of Geometry. And that he wouldn't pass the seniors if they were failing and they needed this credit, not even if they were failing by 2/10's of a point. By the end of the class Eladea was almost slumping over with her tiredness, and she almost fell out of her seat when the bell rang. She picked herself out of her desk and was mummbling curse words to herself as she left the room and guided him to the art class, which was half-way acroos the school in room 101. Inside was a young woman, who apperently had Eladea before and liked her as a student. Probably because of Eladea's talent with art, Harry looked down at the schedule the Professor's name was Willow MaDocks. Both professor and student grinned at each other shaking hands, and talking in quiet voices. Eladea then turned to Harry and said, "Harry can I see my sketchbook now?" He realized that he was still holding the sketch book, he handed it to her and she handed it to the professor who looked through it with her eyes widening with every page turned.

"Eladea this is amazing! You've most definitly improved since last year, now who is this boy again?"
"This is Harry Potter, he will be joining us this year. He just transfered from a borading school, which was somewhere or another," shrugging her shoulders indifferently just like a muggle. The class went well after that, they spent their first day in art talking about their first assignment and was then dismissed to lunch for afternoon break. The day passed very fast after that, and soon they were dismissed to go home for the day. He sat beside her at the back of the bus again, the two were the last ones off the bus as they were the first ones to get on the bus. She said goodbye to him nicely enough as he got off, when he did he was met by his Aunt and Uncle and was then sent to his room to finish his bloody homework. But they didn't know that he didn't have any yet, instead he fell to sleep and didn't wake up till after super-time. Which was very good because he wouldn't have to put up with the Dursley's, he went downstairs and ate his by himself enjoying his few moments of peace. Maybe this could be a good few months after all, that is until his friends came to save him. Hopefuly it would be soon.....

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