Disclaimer: HP is sooo not mine… do I look like a really rich person who lives in the northern hemisphere – wait woops u cant see me. Well btw I don't! OotP no DH
Harry finds the slip of paper, picking it up and reading all of the options
After Harry finished reading the parchment listing all of his options he stood still for a moment, thinking about what he is going to do. I regard Harry proudly, impressed by his level headed response to the letter. He is taking his time and not just acting on a whim because he is unimpressed with his current situation.
However I really am desperate to get Harry away from Dumbledore's influence as the man has shown a continuous disregard for my godson's happiness, safety and comfort. Even with holding important information from Harry about himself and his future. If anyone is to blame for my death in my opinion, it would be the interfering old coot! Following this line of thought and remembering how last night what I said seemed to calm Harry down I started to chant again and again "go to Issabellan Academy Harry"
Shockingly Harry paused, stopped pacing, nodded to himself and circled something on the parchment. Quickly I hurry to where I can see the parchment and nod to myself satisfied; Harry made what I believe to be a sound decision.
Now just so you know, I'm not just saying this based on my desire to get Harry away from Dumbledore. Narcissa, my cousin, actually the only member of my family I got on with, married into the Malfoy family, who have a reputation for being accepted into Issabellan. Also when I turned 17 I received an invitation, however I decided to decline and continue at Hogwarts because I did not want to say goodbye to my close friends. The curriculum at Issabellan is also more advanced and to be honest I most likely would not have been able to bluff my way through all my exams there as I did at Hogwarts. There was also the added bonus of pissing my family off by declining; looking back, some of the decisions I made might not have been incredibly sound; all the more reason to help Harry make the correct decisions and aid him in the challenges fates have made for him.
Bugger, what if I can't go with him? He can't feel my touch, what if a portkey doesn't pick it up either? I don't even know how the students at Issabellan are supposed to get there! All magical schools have different customs, what if spirits – or whatever I am – aren't allowed at Issabellan??? How am i supposed to guide him if I can't freaking see him??? I promised Lilly and Prongs Id watch over their son, I owe my godson at least that!!! I guess all I can do right now is resolve to try my hardest to follow him; and if I can't then I will simply have to find him again!!! Spirits or floating people have to have some sort of network I can use to track down a boy hero!!!
My attention is drawn back to Harry by him gasping, shocked; instantly i turn around and relax when I realize that he was just surprised when the parchment on which he chose to go to Issabellan asked him to confirm. Harry confirmed and the parchment disappeared and a reply replaced it.
Mr Harry J. Potter
Thank-you for your quick response, we can guarantee you that you will not regret your decision.
At Issabellan academy every student is required to take physical combat, and wandless magic classes, however entry into other classes will be dependent upon your skills, aptitude and power in addition to any creature inheritance you may have. Due to this you cannot purchase your books or other course equipment prior to your arrival at the academy. What you need shall be provided to you on your arrival. All of our classes are streamed, based on experience and power, as each sorcerer and/or creature has different strengths and abilities we cannot just group you all together or rather… unfortunate events will occur.
Along with this letter is a portkey; all new students portkeys activate automatically at six am on the 7th of August. Unfortunately if you miss your portkey you will be unable to attend the academy and might not be invited again next year.
We would like to stress to you that your education at Issabellan academy will be unlike any previous experiences you have had and you should do your upmost to ensure that you will be prepared upon your arrival.
Sincerely
Master S. Hannigan
New-student liason
After Harry has read the reply he riffles through the rest of the information in the envelope the letter came in. Harry puts his hand inside the envelope and pulls out a badge with the school crest on it. The crest is A sword and a scimitar crossed over a potions vial. After pulling this out, Harry again reaches into the envelope and this time he pulls out what appears to be a white karate belt with a note attached to it. The note read;
"please ensure that this belt is tied around your waist when the portkey activates – if you neglect to do so your safety cannot be ensured"
After reading this Harry AGAIN reaches into the envelope – muttering about some Mary Poppins bag - and pulls out a colourful glossy brochure about the school. Harry then unfolds the brochure and sits down to read, every now and then exclaiming at something or other about the school.
"...Alchemy!... Battle magics!!.... freaking hell!!! There is even necromancy!!!..."
The note that was attached to the belt reminded me again of why i decided to decline my invitation – i thought the workload was to large – hopefully Harry will be able to apply himself better than I would have! Issabellan sure seems like an intimidating school to go to... different to anything you have experienced before... how foreboding! We don't have very long to get ready, only one week – although, I wonder what we need to get ready; the letter said that everything needed for the school was provided. I can only assume that includes the uniform???
Again I am startled out of my thoughts by Harry doing something I don't expect – if I am going to be any help to him at all I need to be able to anticipate what he is thinking so I am not caught off guard nearly so often. Harry stands up, a grin spreading across his face and announces to the empty room;
Ï really am leaving!!! Only one week left with the Dursleys, FOREVER!!! I can control my own life and gain the experience needed to I can defeat Voldemort!!!"
Harry then starts dashing around his room, throwing everything into two piles; one contains all of his daggy hand-me-down clothes from Dudley and the other 'provisions' the Dursleys had given him; and the other pile contains all of his school books from his years at Hogwarts, invisibility cloak, and his photo album. In the week that followed Harry and I were very busy indeed – Harry had thrown out all of the items in the first pile and only had one week to replace them!!! We went shopping all over London, in both Diagon Alley and muggle London; I never realised how amazing the Bental Centre and Harrods are!!! I have to admit I was impressed by Prongslet's hidden sense of style!!! He efficiently selected a variety of jeans, shorts, shoes and tops that flattered him and completely changed his image from neglected waif boy. However no amount of change in his clothing style could hide the fact that he was still underweight and short for his age. Finally to finish his makeover Harry got his hair styled and coloured in Diagon Alley; the styling witch grew his hair out so it hung down below his shoulders and coloured it with blue and green streaks!!! There were spells put on his hair so it would stay the same length and he would not get regrowth – simple muggle problems witches and wizards had easily solved the styling witch told Harry when he asked.
At the end of the week, on the evening of the 6th of August Harry entered the living room where his 'family' sat. Vernon and Dudley wedged onto the sofa intended for three people, and Petunia standing by the window gazing intently out of the window trying to see what Mr. And Mrs. Next door neighbour are having for dinner.
"excuse me…" Harry is standing in the middle of the room, looking like the cat that ate the canary. I think I'm starting to understand his actions now… sure enough
"just thought that I'd let you know that I'm leaving early tomorrow morning. After tonight you will never see me again and I couldn't be happier!"
After making his statement Harry calmly walks out of the room, he hollers and runs up the stairs again taking the three at a time.
Time passes Time passes Time passes Time passes Time passes Time passes Time pases Time pases Time pases
The next morning we stand in Harry's bedroom, its fucking 6 in the morning and I was woken up by one of Dudleys old alarm clocks that was stored in this room! And I was having a great dream… Remus, I miss him!!! I'm just not much of a morning person, you'll just HAVE to forgive me I'm soo never going to forget this, I haven't been awake at six in the morning since that morning when I was fourteen and stayed at Prongs, he woke me up with a bucket of water – lets just say he never forgot my revenge and leave it at that!
Harry hardly slept last night, he was so anxious, and excited to be going to Issabellan where everything seems to be soo different! I stand right beside Harry, already grasping tightly onto the portkey. My knuckles are turning white I am holding on that tight to the badge, I just don't know what I will do if I get left behind...
The second hand on the clock seem to be ticking past at snail pace, then finally the portkey activates, and I hear Harry griping about how he hates portkeys, and their inventor should be shot… whatever he means by shot! I am so elated by the feeling of the hook behind my navel pulling me towards Issabellan I don't even care that it isn't very comfortable.
We both stumble slightly on landing, and look around! Wow, and I thought Hogwarts was magnificent! The Academy grounds are absolutely massive, there are rolling hills, and sprawling meadows out to our right, with paddocks where numerous war horses, unicorns, threstrals and pegasi were grazing. Out behind us stretched a magnificent forest, it wasn't as foreboding as the forbidden forest. Instead it had a warm and inviting feeling about it, like the forest was glad that we came. I can hear water trickling too, even though I can't see a stream, or lake I assume that there is one. In front of us, the largest and most magnificent castle stands, it is easily five times the size of Hogwarts, and has torrents, and a moat! Man we are staying in a castle with a real MOAT!! this is sooo exciting :) I can't wait to get settled in!!!
Now that I have taken in the surrounding I turn to see what Harry thinks, but instead of focussing on the Academy grounds, he appears to be taking in the other students - wow I really am oblivious, I hadn't even noticed that other new students had arrived as well, and they were mentioned in the letter from the new-student liason! I look at them to see what they are like, including Harry there are eight new students; the one standing closest to us stands tall, he has shaggy brown hair, looks to be around six feet tall, and has pointed ears - I can't help but stare in shock he is a high elf! They were meant to be extinct!!! I look at the next closest student, this one is a female, she is short, around Harry's height at five foot six, she has black hair, is incredibly tanned, and rather skinny, but in a healthy way, she has amazing blue eyes, but not the normal shade of blue, her eyes are like the ocean on a clear summer day! She must be an elemental, wow! Elementals are extremely rare, and some even have the power of empathy! The next student around from Harry is another male, he is around five foot ten, and rather heavily built, he looks like he might be a werewolf! I'm shocked that there are eight teenagers here and not one conversation going on, all of the other students bar one are standing up tall, faces blank staring straight ahead. My student examining is interrupted, as a tall, obviously powerful man strides out of the castle, his long sweeping steps bringing him closer to where we are standing, as he approaches I can tell that he is also a high elf. The man stands straight infront of the group of new arrivals, looks at each of them in turn, almost as if he is visually assessing them to determine if they are worth his time.