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Chapter Three: Letters Home

"Now, we generally like our first years to arrive early in order to be tested for their potential classes. I've already had your blood tested so here is your list. You've only your electives to choose, core classes are mandatory," she explained.

She handed him a piece of parchment.

Core Classes:

Introduction Seminar

Battle and Tactics

Dark Arts and their Defense

Arithmancy

Magic

History

Runes

Electives:

Necromancy

Healing and Anatomy

Mind and Soul Magic

Racial Relations and Ethics

Elemental Magic

Blood Magic

Animagus

"While there is no limit to your elective choices it is suggested only five at a time," she said handing him a quill and ink.

Harry checked Necromancy, Mind and Soul Magic, Elemental Magic, Blood Magic, and Racial Relations and Ethics.

"Aah good choices you will have a full schedule," she said, Harry's only reply was to nod.

"Okay first off due to the acclimation of new surroundings all first years are housed and taught in one building. You will have to cook all of your meals. You will have a suite to yourself that will include a kitchen, sitting room, bedroom, and bathroom. Your room will be keyed to your magic so it will only open for you, however as you will learn other races have their own ways of getting around even those wards. If you find yourself with a bite and that bite begins to fester you are to go to your nearest teacher and inform them," she said seriously.

"Yes ma'am."

"Any questions thus far?"

"Tuition?"

"Is paid at the end of term."

"Supplies," Harry asked.

"Can be gotten in Louisville, but I will have a teacher take you because it is unsafe if you are not trained in the slightest," she said.

"When will classes begin," he asked.

"September first," she said.

She had a student show Harry the first years building, including it's library and his room.

An owl was waiting on him in his room.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I will be by your room in one hour to collect you for your shopping trip.

Professor Sier

Harry began unpacking, he put his books on his shelves and put his clothes up. He grabbed two of his money bags when there was a knock at his door. He opened the door to find a decidedly human woman standing there, her blonde hair was cut short and her eyes were amber.

"I'm Professor Sier, if you will grab this," she said holding out a chain once he stepped into the hallway and closed his door the two of them traveled by Portkey. They landed in an alley full of shops.

"That end is the market, they will fill orders by Post," she said grabbing a pamphlet for him and a magical shopping bag.

He got enough groceries for two weeks and then they headed on.

"Because you are human you will need battle gear to wear under your clothes," she said leading him into a shop.

Inside he took his time choosing and ended up with a Basilisk vest and pants, he also choose a magically reinforced Katana as his weapon for class. Next she took him to Morgana's Nook for his books, he choose quite a few that weren't on his list of school things. She took him around to various stores to get all of his supplies salts, chalks, and the other various items he would need for classes.

When they were finished he had ordering forms for all of the stores they stopped at. Professor Sier Portkeyed them back to the first years building and left him to unpack. By this time it was late and Harry put all his things away before soaking in his tub and then falling into bed dead tired. He settled into a peaceful sleep knowing that he really was on the path he was supposed to be on, finally.

The sun streaming in through his window woke Harry the next morning. He got out of bed and after using the restroom set about cooking himself breakfast. Harry st down at his kitchen table eating absentmindedly when he heard a tapping at the window. He opened the window and an exhausted owl flew in and landed on the table and fainted.

Harry could tell the letter was from Dumbledore, and because he didn't yet know any detection or revealing spells he went ahead and opened it, making note in his mind that he would have to look some up and quickly.

Dear Harry,

It is imperative for your safety that you return. We are all worried about you. Young Ms. Weasley has been crying since you ordered her from your room using foul language. If you choose to continue this behavior I will be forced to alert the Ministry and that is not something either of us want. I implore you to return to safety.

Albus Dumbledore

"Hedwig do you feel up to delivering some letters?"

Hedwig hooted that she was from her perch and glared at the unconscious owl on the table. Harry wrote his reply.

Albus,

You've plotted your last involving me. I know about your plans for me and I will not be martyred to your cause. As for Ginny Weasley I won't touch that slut with a ten foot pole even with the lust potion you had them slip me. My safety is no longer any concern of yours ex- Headmaster. Have a delightful life.

Harry James Potter

Hermione,

I've left the wizarding world and am currently attending what was described in a book as a mythical school. I am fine but I couldn't deal with Dumbledore and his plans for me. He wanted Ginny to seduce me, pretend to be pregnant so I would marry her. He wanted my mind weakened by fake occlumency lessons so I would be easily martyred in the cause against Voldemort. My death would leave my families fortune in his hands. If you don't believe me verify it with Severus, but keep it quite. For your safety I implore you to escape as soon as possible.

Prongs Jr.

Minister of Magic C. Fudge,

I am writing you with my concerns. I am now attending another magic school in a foreign country and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore is attempting to force me to go to Hogwarts. I left my relatives home and he kidnapped me and attempted to hold me hostage. While being held against my will I was given food laced with a lust potion in attempts to get me to sleep with Ginerva Weasley. He plans to marry me off to her and make me a sacrificial lamb to Lord Voldemort. I have written this letter with my blood to ensure its authenticity. I have also included my memories of said events. I implore you to take action, his fixation on me is not healthy for either of us.

Sincerely

Harry James Potter

The Weasley Clan,

First off the following people can be excused from this letter: Fred, George, Charlie, Percy, and Bill.

The rest of you. I hope you rot in hell your money grubbing whores of dogs. I wouldn't touch that slut Ginny with the lust potion you dosed me with you no good pieces of shit. I would've had a more loyal friend with Draco rather than Ron. At least Draco would have stabbed me in the front not the back. I hope you all know that they have a special place in hell reserved for you all and your great and mighty Dumbledore. DON'T EVER CONTACT ME DON'T EVEN UTTER MY NAME!!!

H.J.P. Prongs Jr.