Well if you are reading this it means either you liked the beginning enough
to continue, you are so high it doesn't matter how bad the first bit sucked
because you not really reading anyways, you're just clicking buttons, or
you are extremely bored.
Either way at least you're here. Please Review it is much appreciated.
Disclaimer: As I'm sure you've guessed, I like many others here, do not own Harry Potter. Thank god too. If I did it wouldn't be nearly as great as it is now considering my poor writing skills.
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Chapter 2
The wizarding world was in an uproar. By 12 noon the following day it had slipped out that the-boy-who-lived was missing, though the ministry and Dumbledore assured everyone that they had simply put him into hiding. In reality Dumbledore had the members of the order searching franticly for Harry. The old headmaster was at a loss as to what he should do, and having the minister hanging over his shoulder constantly asking for advice wasn't helping the situation.
Nikolas slept soundly in his room while all of this happened around him. This being only his second time in a decent bed all summer, he had decided to sleep in. He woke up at half past noon and couldn't help but smile. He woke refreshed in the nice comfy bed, and with Nyx curled loosely around his neck. He hissed a quiet good afternoon to the serpent, and pet Hedwig softly as he stood.
Nikolas had gone down for breakfast after he changed into some of Dudley's old clothes, and when he returned he found several owls gathered on his windowsill. Slowly he slid the glass pane open and took the letters before sending the owls off again.
Hogwarts; his supply list. Hogwarts; from Dumbledore. Letters from Ron and Hermione. A letter from Remus. Ministry; A letter from Fudge himself. A letter from almost every member of the Order. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley had written him one too.
He sat on the bed and held the one from Fudge over the candle, letting the parchment burn without any concern as to what it said. He then opened the others, save his supply list, which he set down beside him. They all said the same thing, only worded different. 'Harry, where are you? Are you okay? Please reply. Tell us where you are. We'll come get you. It's not safe to be alone.'
Nikolas snorted as he burned those letters as well. He then refilled Hedwig's water, curious for a moment why owls could find almost anyone but their owners could not. Brushing the thought aside, he extended an arm so Nyx could come with him (safely hidden under his clothes).
Deciding that the wizarding would be swarming with people searching for him, he exchanged his money and went shopping in muggle London. Dudley's old clothes simply wouldn't do anymore, and he had more then enough money to spend. He walked into all the different shops, picking though all sorts of clothes, paying for them and then repeating the process elsewhere. After an hour of this he got something to eat and went to the movies. The theater was cool and very relaxing despite the noise from the heavy action film he had chosen.
Nikolas left the theater early. The movie wasn't very interesting, and had more pointless fighting in it then anything he had ever seen. So instead he went and bought a few more things. Later shoving his new clothes, a small set of colored pencils, a journal, and a pack of multi-colored pens in his new backpack and in his pockets.
Green eyes stared up at the sky for a brief moment, watching as the clouds slowly passed by. Only moments later found the same green eyes in a nearby park, observing a beautifully colored bird. His hands moved across a page in the journal, drawing the creature at first with a pen and then filling in with colored pencil. The drawing was beautiful for a first attempt. Despite the fact that the proportions were wrong in many places and the small mistake of giving the bird one less eye then it should have, it still captured the significant parts. It caught the violet highlight on the wings, and the golden shimmer of the beak. With practice he could only get better, and practice he did. Soon several pages held sketches of things around him; flowers, birds, trees, houses.
Soon the sky clouded over and Nikolas found himself standing in the rain. He quickly threw his book into the backpack and ran for cover. Only when he was thoroughly soaked did he find a small open shop. The owner was a nice elderly woman who allowed Nikolas to change his clothes in the back. The rain didn't last very long so he thanked the woman and decided to go back to the Leaky Cauldron.
Now clad in black jeans and a dark blue top he looked like any other teenager as he wandered down the streets. His eyes stared at the floor as he walked passed the many stores, not realizing that a girl had just walked in front of him. The two collided, and with a speed that shocked Nikolas himself, he caught the brown haired girl before she hit the ground.
"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention." He said, vaguely noticing his voice was a little lower and softer. He smiled only to quickly jump back after seeing the girl's face. Hermione! His mind screamed for him to run. Surly now that she had seen him the first thing that she would do was owl Dumbledore.
"It's okay." She smiled and picked up her bag. Looking to his arm curiously. She could have sworn she heard hissing. Nikolas grinned and picked up a letter that had fallen to his feet. He recognized Ron's messy writing on the outside before handing it to her. She blushed and muttered another thank you.
"Were are you headed? I'll walk with you." He offered noticing that she was apparently alone.
"I'm going to a friends house." She said simply and the two began walking down the darkening streets. Nikolas recognized where they were headed soon enough. The street familiar from the previous summer, and one that he really didn't want to go down again but it was too late. Luckily for him, Hermione stopped short.
"I can go the rest of the way, it's only a few more houses down. Thanks for walking me home . . .um? Sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Nikolas." He said quickly as he noticed three more familiar figures coming close. The adult trio would look odd to any muggle. Remus and Tonks talking to each other, Tonks now sporting a platinum blond hair do with baby blue tips, and Remus in his robes that seemed to get worse and worse with time. Then Severus Snape trailed along behind them his expression fixed at a furious glare as he looked to almost everything, the two people in front of him especially, with loathing. Hermione smiled.
"Hello Tonks – Professor Lupin." She then turned to Snape, doing her best to keep her smile in place. "Professor Snape." Nikolas could see Hermione double back, looking to Nikolas for a moment and then to Snape with awe.
"I'm not your Professor yet Hermione. Call me Remus." Lupin commented cheerfully.
"Who's your friend?" Tonks looked to Nikolas curiously and soon everyone seemed to be comparing the teenage boy to the Potion's Master.
"This is Nikolas." Hermione said. Tonks and Lupin both greeted Nikolas warmly. Snape, however, interrupted.
"I do hate to break this up," He started, words heavy with sarcasm. "But we have other engagements that we can't be late for." The others nodded, their smiles fading as they left. "And Ms. Granger I suggest you say goodnight to your friend here. No need to let Mr. Weasley see and complicate your love life further. I dare say it's bad enough as it is, and will only get worse when Potter returns." Snape drawled with slight annoyance, but his eyes drifted over to Nikolas as he mentioned Harry, looking the dark boy over for a moment with interest. Nikolas shifted with unease as the older man studied him.
"Yes, sir. Good Night Nikolas. Thanks for walking with me." Hermione flashed Nikolas a slight smile before running off. The two adults could be heard a ways away calling to Severus. Nikolas sighed and began to head off until he felt a hand grasp his shoulder firmly. He looked back to see Snape motioning for Remus and Tonks to go along without him. The two didn't seem to mind and turned the corner, an old car tire in their hands.
"Can I help you?" Nikolas scowled up at the professor.
"Don't take that tone with me boy." Snape sneered in return. Nikolas glared at him. Snape may be able to order Harry Potter around as he wishes when they are at Hogwarts, but Nikolas had replaced the meek Harry Potter and they were far from Hogwarts.
"I'll take whatever tone with you I like you greasy old git. You aren't my father." Nikolas pulled away, silently applauding himself. He had wanted to say that to Snape for the longest time, and now that he was almost completely different there was no way that the git would recognize him. With a quick motion he pulled out of the professor's grip and continued down the street.
"Be careful Potter. Another comment like that and you'll spend the entire year in detention." Severus growled; his black eyes watching as the teen stopped dead in his tracks. Seconds later the taller man guided Nikolas onto the Knight Bus.
Either way at least you're here. Please Review it is much appreciated.
Disclaimer: As I'm sure you've guessed, I like many others here, do not own Harry Potter. Thank god too. If I did it wouldn't be nearly as great as it is now considering my poor writing skills.
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Chapter 2
The wizarding world was in an uproar. By 12 noon the following day it had slipped out that the-boy-who-lived was missing, though the ministry and Dumbledore assured everyone that they had simply put him into hiding. In reality Dumbledore had the members of the order searching franticly for Harry. The old headmaster was at a loss as to what he should do, and having the minister hanging over his shoulder constantly asking for advice wasn't helping the situation.
Nikolas slept soundly in his room while all of this happened around him. This being only his second time in a decent bed all summer, he had decided to sleep in. He woke up at half past noon and couldn't help but smile. He woke refreshed in the nice comfy bed, and with Nyx curled loosely around his neck. He hissed a quiet good afternoon to the serpent, and pet Hedwig softly as he stood.
Nikolas had gone down for breakfast after he changed into some of Dudley's old clothes, and when he returned he found several owls gathered on his windowsill. Slowly he slid the glass pane open and took the letters before sending the owls off again.
Hogwarts; his supply list. Hogwarts; from Dumbledore. Letters from Ron and Hermione. A letter from Remus. Ministry; A letter from Fudge himself. A letter from almost every member of the Order. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley had written him one too.
He sat on the bed and held the one from Fudge over the candle, letting the parchment burn without any concern as to what it said. He then opened the others, save his supply list, which he set down beside him. They all said the same thing, only worded different. 'Harry, where are you? Are you okay? Please reply. Tell us where you are. We'll come get you. It's not safe to be alone.'
Nikolas snorted as he burned those letters as well. He then refilled Hedwig's water, curious for a moment why owls could find almost anyone but their owners could not. Brushing the thought aside, he extended an arm so Nyx could come with him (safely hidden under his clothes).
Deciding that the wizarding would be swarming with people searching for him, he exchanged his money and went shopping in muggle London. Dudley's old clothes simply wouldn't do anymore, and he had more then enough money to spend. He walked into all the different shops, picking though all sorts of clothes, paying for them and then repeating the process elsewhere. After an hour of this he got something to eat and went to the movies. The theater was cool and very relaxing despite the noise from the heavy action film he had chosen.
Nikolas left the theater early. The movie wasn't very interesting, and had more pointless fighting in it then anything he had ever seen. So instead he went and bought a few more things. Later shoving his new clothes, a small set of colored pencils, a journal, and a pack of multi-colored pens in his new backpack and in his pockets.
Green eyes stared up at the sky for a brief moment, watching as the clouds slowly passed by. Only moments later found the same green eyes in a nearby park, observing a beautifully colored bird. His hands moved across a page in the journal, drawing the creature at first with a pen and then filling in with colored pencil. The drawing was beautiful for a first attempt. Despite the fact that the proportions were wrong in many places and the small mistake of giving the bird one less eye then it should have, it still captured the significant parts. It caught the violet highlight on the wings, and the golden shimmer of the beak. With practice he could only get better, and practice he did. Soon several pages held sketches of things around him; flowers, birds, trees, houses.
Soon the sky clouded over and Nikolas found himself standing in the rain. He quickly threw his book into the backpack and ran for cover. Only when he was thoroughly soaked did he find a small open shop. The owner was a nice elderly woman who allowed Nikolas to change his clothes in the back. The rain didn't last very long so he thanked the woman and decided to go back to the Leaky Cauldron.
Now clad in black jeans and a dark blue top he looked like any other teenager as he wandered down the streets. His eyes stared at the floor as he walked passed the many stores, not realizing that a girl had just walked in front of him. The two collided, and with a speed that shocked Nikolas himself, he caught the brown haired girl before she hit the ground.
"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention." He said, vaguely noticing his voice was a little lower and softer. He smiled only to quickly jump back after seeing the girl's face. Hermione! His mind screamed for him to run. Surly now that she had seen him the first thing that she would do was owl Dumbledore.
"It's okay." She smiled and picked up her bag. Looking to his arm curiously. She could have sworn she heard hissing. Nikolas grinned and picked up a letter that had fallen to his feet. He recognized Ron's messy writing on the outside before handing it to her. She blushed and muttered another thank you.
"Were are you headed? I'll walk with you." He offered noticing that she was apparently alone.
"I'm going to a friends house." She said simply and the two began walking down the darkening streets. Nikolas recognized where they were headed soon enough. The street familiar from the previous summer, and one that he really didn't want to go down again but it was too late. Luckily for him, Hermione stopped short.
"I can go the rest of the way, it's only a few more houses down. Thanks for walking me home . . .um? Sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Nikolas." He said quickly as he noticed three more familiar figures coming close. The adult trio would look odd to any muggle. Remus and Tonks talking to each other, Tonks now sporting a platinum blond hair do with baby blue tips, and Remus in his robes that seemed to get worse and worse with time. Then Severus Snape trailed along behind them his expression fixed at a furious glare as he looked to almost everything, the two people in front of him especially, with loathing. Hermione smiled.
"Hello Tonks – Professor Lupin." She then turned to Snape, doing her best to keep her smile in place. "Professor Snape." Nikolas could see Hermione double back, looking to Nikolas for a moment and then to Snape with awe.
"I'm not your Professor yet Hermione. Call me Remus." Lupin commented cheerfully.
"Who's your friend?" Tonks looked to Nikolas curiously and soon everyone seemed to be comparing the teenage boy to the Potion's Master.
"This is Nikolas." Hermione said. Tonks and Lupin both greeted Nikolas warmly. Snape, however, interrupted.
"I do hate to break this up," He started, words heavy with sarcasm. "But we have other engagements that we can't be late for." The others nodded, their smiles fading as they left. "And Ms. Granger I suggest you say goodnight to your friend here. No need to let Mr. Weasley see and complicate your love life further. I dare say it's bad enough as it is, and will only get worse when Potter returns." Snape drawled with slight annoyance, but his eyes drifted over to Nikolas as he mentioned Harry, looking the dark boy over for a moment with interest. Nikolas shifted with unease as the older man studied him.
"Yes, sir. Good Night Nikolas. Thanks for walking with me." Hermione flashed Nikolas a slight smile before running off. The two adults could be heard a ways away calling to Severus. Nikolas sighed and began to head off until he felt a hand grasp his shoulder firmly. He looked back to see Snape motioning for Remus and Tonks to go along without him. The two didn't seem to mind and turned the corner, an old car tire in their hands.
"Can I help you?" Nikolas scowled up at the professor.
"Don't take that tone with me boy." Snape sneered in return. Nikolas glared at him. Snape may be able to order Harry Potter around as he wishes when they are at Hogwarts, but Nikolas had replaced the meek Harry Potter and they were far from Hogwarts.
"I'll take whatever tone with you I like you greasy old git. You aren't my father." Nikolas pulled away, silently applauding himself. He had wanted to say that to Snape for the longest time, and now that he was almost completely different there was no way that the git would recognize him. With a quick motion he pulled out of the professor's grip and continued down the street.
"Be careful Potter. Another comment like that and you'll spend the entire year in detention." Severus growled; his black eyes watching as the teen stopped dead in his tracks. Seconds later the taller man guided Nikolas onto the Knight Bus.
