A/N: I'm going to basically skip ahead to about their seventh year, when Harry and Alex are fifteen giving a few bit's and pieces of their fourth year!
Sorry but I honestly don't have the time to write seven school years with Harry, I'm defiantly not as genius as J.K. Rowling…I can only wish!
3 years later
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Sunday September 1st
Albus Dumbledore's office
Albus,
I'm sure, as you've tried to contact Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley it has come to your attention Harry is no longer of residence there, he was accepted into Arcanium's Institute for Wizards two years ago. He has told me just this past week he wishes to stay at Arcanium with his friends, who he now considers family; any questions please send a letter the muggle way to. P.O. Box 12, London Post Office, they will mail it to me there.
Professor,
Thomas Carter
Arcanium Institute for Wizards, Location Unknown.
Sunday September 1st
8:30 a.m.
Harry Potter age twelve now in his fourth year of Arcanium Institute for Wizards was working on dueling with his best friend and dorm-mate Alexander Black, true the boys were only old enough for second year, but they were accepted early. It was amazing to be with his friends and pet's, and learn so many different types of magic. Harry believed he would never be bored of this school. Emerald, Sapphire, and Amethyst the three panthers that had come to Arcanium with Harry and Alex were full-grown and apparently Amethyst was pregnant, with Emerald's cubs. Harry and Alex tried to keep the 'happy couple' apart when they were gone, but it deemed impossible to keep the two separate. Of course three years into their training Harry would be the top of his class with Alex trailing behind by very few points. Harry liked football that he and Alex played with after reading a muggle book on the subject Harry and the other fourth years could usually get a game going on Sunday, the teachers said it was a good game to play as it helped with exercise and breathing stamina in morning defense class. In their fourth year of schooling Harry was quite strong, fast and surprisingly still advancing quickly, the professors thought Harry and Alex were just ahead because of their 'break reading', but it seemed the two were determined to keep ahead of everyone else in their year, and succeeded. Sure he was only twelve but anyone with eyes could see that Harry was going to be a good looking guy when he grew up, his thick black hair medium-length, gorgeous green eyes and a ever so lightly toned muscular frame. To say headmaster Carter was impressed with both Harry and Alex's improvement and high standards would have been an extreme understatement, but today was the day headmaster Carter deemed Harry emotionally responsible enough to handle what the prophecy left him with.
"Enter," said the middle aged headmaster, Harry looking sharp in his uniform, minus the over shirt.
"Headmaster," Harry said giving the older man a polite salute before sitting down in his chair, "I believe you have something to tell me," Harry asked.
"Yes Mr. Potter I have some grave news," said Mr. Carter. Harry looked on with interest, "of course you know all about Voldemort, and how you're the 'boy-who-lived' and all that, but what you may not know is it's true Harry, you are the 'boy-who-lived, the chosen one' and according to a prophecy it is now your job to defeat Voldemort."
"What does this prophecy say sir?" Harry asked politely.
"Basically, or word-for-word?" asked the man to his pupil.
"Basically," Harry said knowing he wouldn't want a huge riddle to be thrown at him.
"You have a power that Voldemort doesn't know about, and either you kill Voldemort or he kills you." Harry stood sharply saluted the headmaster and left without a word.
"So basically I have to kill Voldemort before he kills me," Harry explained to Alex later on. Alex looked at Harry with a look that clearly said 'are you nuts?' "But I don't exactly understand about the power, that Voldemort doesn't know about, I mean according to all of my books on the dark arts Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, was one of the most powerful wizards that went through Hogwarts, and he knows about most types of magic, I'm just so confused Alex," Harry seemed to end his rant and flopped on his bed picking up the red and white football he threw it up in the air only to catch it again. Alex looked at Harry with an expression that said he was as confused as Harry. Today being Harry and Alex's only free day was great, the two played football for a bit and then went to check on Amethyst who was due to have her cubs any day now. When Harry reached their door he held up his wand to the door, it clicked several times and swung open promptly, Harry walked in followed by Alex, the two noticed that Amethyst had indeed had her cubs, in fact the cub's that had just been birthed were all laying on Harry's bed with Amethyst and Emerald. "That's perfect," Harry said under his breath, "just bloody perfect," Harry swore softly, Alex heard him and was shocked. Harry as a favor for Alex ran to the shop and picked up a very large pet bed with a heating charm on it, for the cubs and mother to sleep in. Harry cast a routine cleaning charm on his bed, just to make sure and scratched Sapphire's head who had taken to lying with her paw's across Harry's chest.
Arcanium's Institute for Wizards, Location Unknown
Tuesday September 3rd
Harry fell to the ground clutching his forehead, during the warm-up run in self-defense, immediately professor Sergio was at his side. "What's wrong Harry?" the worried third year self defense teacher asked, using Harry's first name for the first time.
"Scar…Burning…Voldemort…" Harry managed to croak out before blacking out. Harry woke up in the infirmary of Arcanium's with his friends, all surrounding him, Alex of course standing an inch from his face. "What happened?" Harry asked looking around at his surrounding's with a confused look upon his face, instantly about thirty different people started speaking.
"Anyone who isn't Harry Potter Leave The Infirmary…NOW," shouted healer Schrader shouted, healer Schrader was a young healer probably in her early twenties with bright silvery eyes and light brown hair. "Now what are your symptoms?" asked healer Schrader.
"Why am I here?" Harry asked still confused.
"You blacked out, now do you remember what happened before you blacked out?" asked the healer. Harry shook his head negatively, when a bright red phoenix appeared in a flash of flame. A note fluttered down to Harry who read it quickly.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am Albus Dumbledore headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; your headmaster sent me a note earlier today concerning a scar you received from Voldemort as a young child. I heard you blacked out from the pain it caused you, I find this very unnerving and fear for you. I am thoroughly pleased that you are in an unknown location, because Voldemort will never be able to track you down, but with the pain from you scar causing you to black out, I fear he has learned about a mental link caused by the backfire of the Arvada Kedarva curse he placed on you eleven years ago, and will continue to strike out causing you pain. I'm sure your headmaster has informed you about 'the prophecy' and I must encourage you to practice occlumency on top of everything you are learning, because it may be able to block Voldemort from anymore mental attacks. If you have any questions, call upon my phoenix Fawkes and you may write me a letter.
Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster of Hogwarts, Order of Merlin First Class Ect.
Harry flipped over the letter from Dumbledore and wrote a response.
Dear Albus Dumbledore,
Thank you for the concern for my well being, I will start Occlumency lessons with my mind teacher this afternoon.
Harry Potter
Student of Arcanium Institute for Wizards, Boy-who-lived, the chosen one Ect.
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Albus Dumbledore's Private rooms
Tuesday September 3rd
4:30 p.m.
Albus Dumbledore had just finished reading the letter from Harry Potter, the kid sounded a genuinely fun person, and he surely had a sense of humor, and a confident polite attitude. Though he hadn't mentioned any teacher's names he said mind teacher so they must have a teacher who teaches about the workings of the mind. "To be accepted into Arcanium's institute for Wizards was an honor, and for Harry Potter to be accepted a whole two years early, he must be very powerful," Dumbledore muttered to himself.
Arcanium's Institute for Wizards
August 31st
7 p.m.
"I can't believe it," Alex said shaking his head.
"What can't you believe?" Harry asked with a slight chuckle.
"We're fifth years in two day's and we're finally teenagers," Alex said giving Harry an eyebrow raise and a grin. Harry laughed at Alex and called up Jade, one of the cub's that Amethyst had had during the school year, they had given the others to some of the first years, in all there were six Panther cub's Jade the only female and the only one with green eyes like Emerald.
2 years later
Arcanium's Institute for Wizards
October 3rd
6:15 p.m.
Harry, Alex and the rest of their year along with their headmaster were on their way to Hogwarts, where they were to take part in the legendary Tri-Wizard competition. Headmaster Thomas Carter announced that they would be arriving momentarily and stood to stretch twelve hours was way to many hours to be riding on an airplane, sure it was a large airplane for the eleven people, but there wasn't a good bathroom, or good food.
"Let me be the first to welcome Arcanium's Institute for Wizard's to Hogwarts," yelled a very old man with a white beard over the loud rumble of talk, Harry and Alex in the front shoved the doors open forcefully making them clunk with a large satisfaction. As Harry marched past, he heard a boy that looked about his age with flaming red hair speak.
"Look Hermione, it's him, it's Harry Potter," Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes and marched on with his nine classmates. Harry and his classmates chose to sit at the table with the redheaded boy and his female friend, Harry personally chose to sit next to the girl placing the girl between the read head and himself.
"Harry Potter," Harry said sticking a hand out to the girl, the brown haired girl gave Harry a skeptical look, but shook his hand and replied.
"Hermione Granger, pleased to meet you," she said, Harry saw a red blush come to her face, apparently his khaki over shirt wasn't buttoned up all the way and she had a very clear view of his tightly muscled chest. "How old are you, you don't look as old as the other's here, except maybe the blond over there," Hermione said pointing just down the table to where Alex was sitting.
"Oh that's my best friend, Alex we're both fifteen, and in seventh year," Harry said, "we were accepted once we turned nine." Harry explained after seeing the look of shock on the girls face.
"I assume you've not met many girls before," said Hermione to Harry.
"Why do you say that?" Harry asked her.
"Well for one thing I don't think you've blinked since we've been talking, and you're staring," she said blushing again.
"Sorry," Harry said with a sheepish grin and looked away, Harry wondered secretly what the girl was thinking and used a small bit of legilimency to pry, he knew he shouldn't but he couldn't resist.
I can't believe he's my age, I wonder if he'll be champion for his school, he is sooo cute Harry pulled out of her mind quickly and blushed scarlet, he looked up to the head table where he saw professor Carter gave him a look of encouragement. They wouldn't have any classes this year so they were pretty much free. "Would you like to give me a grand tour of the school after the feast?" Harry asked her softly careful to make sure no one else heard, Hermione gave a small nod to Harry and looked back to her plate pushing her pudding around absentmindedly. After the food disappeared, the old man, Harry now figured out was Albus Dumbledore stood up to give a speech.
"Due to the dangerous nature of this tournament only students in their seventh year or above may enter," Harry looked over to the redhead who had just bent his spoon in half apparently out of anger at the headmaster's words and recognized him at once and whispered quietly.
"You're Ron Weasley the international chess player," he said, the redhead, Ron Weasley straightened up and grinned.
"Yes I am," he said proudly, "would you care to play me?" he asked, Harry politely declined, knowing he couldn't possibly beat the boy who was ranked number one for the past four years. "You know you and your lot could stay in Gryffindor Tower with us," Ron offered politely. After Dumbledore was done speaking Harry sent a mental note to his teacher, "I'm staying in Gryffindor tower with this lot, but first Miss Granger is going to give me the tour of their school" to his headmaster, Tom Carter gave Harry a nod and Hermione grabbed him by the arm dragging him to the first floor. Harry was amazed at how many floors Hogwarts had, it had eight floors including the dungeons, where Arcanium only had three with the dungeon, but most of the classes at Arcanium were held outside due to the all year warm weather.
"Are you going to enter the competition?" Hermione asked him as they strolled through the third floor.
"Well we were only allowed to come if we said we were going to enter, so I really have no choice do I?" Harry asked her with a shy grin.
"Apparently not," Hermione said flirtatiously, "you're much nicer than I expected you to be," Hermione told him.
"Why would you expect me to be mean?" Harry asked feeling kind of hurt.
"Well you are 'the-boy-who-lived' after all," Hermione said.
"I don't really want to be, the fame the fortune, it's not all that you know," Harry told her.
"Well I know but, isn't it just the least bit cool?" Hermione asked.
"Not really, people always gawking at you because of a stupid bloody scar, it's actually quite annoying," Harry told her.
"You know Harry I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight," Hermione told him after they entered Gryffindor tower, Harry nodded to the girl and watched her walk out of sight. As he entered the boy's dorm he was instantly bombarded with questions from his friends and the Gryffindor boys. He politely ignored them and fell into a blissful happy sleep.
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry
October 4th
5:35 a.m.
The ten boys from Arcanium were up and showered, early and bright, and Harry took the liberty of waking Ron Weasley the international chess champion who apparently was a very bad person in the morning, he told Harry many things including giving Harry 'the finger'. Harry grinned and doused the poor boy in water, making his bright red hair dull, wet, and very long, Harry realized how long this boy's hair must be, but as curly as it was it pretty much stayed on top of his head. Ron fortunately didn't strangle Harry when the water was dumped on him, according to Seamus Finnegan another Gryffindor boy, with a strong Irish accent, they had to wake him up that way every morning. Of course all ten boys from Arcanium would be entering the competition, most figured either Harry or Alex would be champion, but it seemed that no one could figure out which. So the entire Gryffindor tower entered the Great hall together, ten boys dressed in their Arcanium uniforms and the rest donned in Gryffindor apparel. The sight was amazing; Hermione and Harry seemed to walk closer together than the rest, but the headmaster's of both schools Arcanium and Hogwarts both noticed the two were in deep conversation already.
"What is your favorite book?" Hermione asked him offhandedly.
"I would have to say, The rise and the Fall of the Dark arts, Volume 3," Harry said with a grin.
"Really?" Hermione asked him politely.
"Yup," Harry said running his right hand through his hair trying to straighten a bit of it.
"What did you like most about it?" Hermione asked in a challenging tone.
"The fact that I'm in it," Harry said with a laugh, when Hermione gave him a look he finished his answer, "nah that was supposed to be joke seeing that's the only one I'm not in, I like the fact that it told most about Grindewald instead of Voldemort," Harry said with a small grin. Hermione smiled in relief and nodded happily. Harry walked up to the Goblet of fire with his name on the emerald green parchment, with his name written in white ink he dropped his name in, watching the beautiful flames engulf his paper, once the paper was gone, Harry stepped out of the circle to a round of applause of course everyone would clap for him, he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one. Harry walked over to where Ron and Hermione were standing side by side, Hermione congratulated him with a very red blush and Ron shook his hand politely. "So what do you say about that game of chess?" Harry asked Ron. Ron nodded with a determined look, and led Harry and Hermione up to Gryffindor tower. Harry of course was mutilated in the chess battle and politely declined a rematch, Ron claimed he'd never come that close to losing where Harry thought he was mutilated like a dead chicken.
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
October 11th
Dinner
"Now is time for the Champion selection," Dumbledore shouted over the rumble of voices, immediately every one's attention shifted to the elder man.
"The Champion for Durmstrang is VIKTOR KRUM," Dumbledore yelled, a loud round of applause followed Victor Krum the international Quidditch Player for Bulgaria stepped forward and walked to a room that was not visible to the others. "The Champion for Hogwarts is, CEDRIC DIGGORY," Dumbledore yelled, Ron was grumbling so only Harry and Hermione could hear him 'bloody pretty boy'. And last but certainly not least the champion for Arcanium is…" Dumbledore was cut off by a flutter of thousands of wings, hundreds of owls and messenger birds had just flown into Hogwarts great hall, Harry taking action ducked under the table and noticed Hermione and Ron had followed him and the other Arcanium students under the table for cover.
"ALEXANDER BLACK," finished Dumbledore once the birds had flown back out of the room. Harry clapped for his best friend and congratulated him, after the champions had left Dumbledore continued his speech. The goblet's flames turned red and an emerald green piece of parchment flew out of the goblet. Dumbledore looked enraged, but reached out to grab the parchment out of instinct.
A/N: I'm pretty sure you already know who's coming out of the Goblet, I know technically this is a year later than before but let's just say that Krum an Cedric are still participating as seventh years m'kay?
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