Maltratar Camp

Chapter 3-A castle

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! And I would've got this chapter finished sooner if my dad wouldn't have rushed me which caused me to delete 3/4 of this. Then I had to write it again. And I assure you, the first time it was better.

"Wow," Harry said, looking around the entrance hall. "And here I shall go to school?"

"Yes," Severus said, leading the boy towards the main staircase. "But for now we will have to meet the headmaster. I'm sure you already know him.

As Harry followed the man he wondered who the headmaster was. Anyone of the staff of his home? No, surely they didn't know about magic. But what if Richard...? No, Mr. Newman couldn't be the headmaster of two schools, could be? But then, Maltratar Camp wasn't a school. On the other hand, Harry couldn't believe this was a school, either. It just seemed so...big. Big, old and empty. Surely no one lived here. This was a joke. Magic didn't exist. Soon the man in front of him would turn around and laugh his head off because Harry had believed him. But how did this man make the books fly around? It wasn't normal for books just to fly around when someone waved a stick. Or was it normal? The boy made a mental note to try it for himself, even if his friends would think he is an idiot for doing so or believing magic was real.

"Unicorn Droppings," Severus said as he and the Potter boy stood in front of the statue warding the headmaster's office. To Harry's surprise the stature moved and made the way free to see a staircase.

"How could that happen?" Harry asked.

"Magic," Severus said simply as he knocked at a door.

"Come in," a voice said. Somehow it was familiar to Harry.

Snape and Potter entered the office. The first thing the boy noticed was the old man with the long, white beard. This was the headmaster. The man who had tried to take him away.

"Sit down," Albus said, pointing at the chairs in front of his desk. Both Severus and Harry sat down, not saying a word. No one seemed to want to break the silence.

"Why, may I ask, didn't I know that I'm a wizard?" Harry asked after a while.

"I think the headmaster might want to answer this," Severus said.

"Well, first of all you are not allowed to tell anyone," Albus began.

"But I think my friends have a Right to know!" Harry yelled, standing up.

And I think you have a Right to know my secret, Severus thought. You will find out, but not now. Now is too soon.

"If you do tell anyone, then you're breaking the law," the headmaster said.

"And why should I give a damn about that? You aren't even mannered enough to tell me your name!"

"Hello, Mr. Potter," Snape said, sounding like a machine. "My name is Severus Snape, but please call me Professor Snape. Good bye and have a nice day."

"And I'm ALbus Dumbledore, your headmaster."

"How can you say something like that?" Harry questioned. "How can you say something like that if I don't even know myself if I want to come here?"

"You will be coming here, Harry," Albus said. "You have to."

"I don't have to do anything! I've got a family back at Maltratar Camp, so why leave them behind? And you aren't my father who can tell me to do things."

You have someone here who is your family, too. And even if the headmaster isn't your father, I am. Also you have a mother here and a sister who will attend Hogwarts this year.

"You need to unde-"

"I don't give a damn!" Harry screamed.

"Language!" Minerva barked as she entered the office.

Here comes the mother.

"Why do you care?" Harry asked her.

"Because I do."

The motherly side comes to the surface.

"I'm going to be your teacher if you come here, so I should care," McGonnagal said.

Good. She didn't make him suspicious.

"Can we come back to the subject?" Albus interrupted.

"Where were you?" Stephen asked.

"Looking at a school" Harry replied, pushing his food around his plate. He had stayed the whole day at Hogwarts. In the end he had agreed to go there.

"You don't change, do you?" James asked, letting his fork fall down.

"I don't really want to, but someone offered me this place for free. Actually, I don't really have a choice. I'll be going if I don't want to or not."

"But that's not fair!" Bruce exclaimed.

"I know," Harry sighed. "But I'll come back in the holidays, I promise."

A/N: Any idea who his sister might be?