Chapter Three: Five years Gone (Off to Hogwarts!)...

Tree: Welp. Here is the third chapter. o,.,o hopefully that all of you can understand this one. x,.,x

Hariku rolled out of bed, his hair was getting long again and needed a trim, but this was the year that he would enter the Entrance Exam for the Academy that his mother had promise to take him to the big city. He wanted to look like his uncle with the long hair tied back, but he didn't want to change his hair to silver for any reason. His raven black hair is what made him look normal, but also stood out with the bright forest green eyes that he had inheirted from his deceased mother. He knew that Shakita wasn't his mother, but he treated her like a mother, and he was surprised that she had raised him since he was only a year old.

"Mum!" Hariku called out from his bedroom.

"Yes, my little one?" Shakita answered from the kitchen.

While trying to put on his shirt, Hariku stumbled out from his room with his shirt half way on. "You promised to take me to the Academy today."

"I did, but this was delivered to you, my little one." Shakita handed over a letter with a wax stamp. "The owl that finally came here with that, finally let me take it once it seen you."

"Do you think it's from the Academy?" Hariku asked, still pulling his shirt over his head.

"I do beleive so. However, this is a strange way of accepting letter... Unless..." Shakita mumbled at the end, placing her fingers on her chin to think.

Hariku, opening it right away, it was an aceptance letter, but it was from a different school from another place. "Mum... It's from an academy called Hogworts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... Maybe I can go there? It says here that I have to be there all year round except for the summer months..." He trailed off as he seen a word that he wasn't familiar with. "And it says christmas? What is christmas, mum?"

"It is a time of year where, in certain countries, celebrate together." Shakita said as sat down at the table. "But here in the Empire, we don't celebrate that type of thing, Hariku."

Just as Hariku was about to open his mouth, there was a knock on the door. It was weird to get visitors, or that anyone knew where they lived, but he left the dinning room to the front door to see this tall and big man with a shaggy beard standing at the door. Hariku litterally had to look up at the man who stood in front of him. "Yes?"

"'Arry Potter?!" The tall man said with a surprised expression. "Is that really you?"

"Mum! Someone is at the door you!" Hariku yelled from the door, letting the tall man in and ignoring the question completely.

"Just bring them to the kitchen, Hariku!" Shakita yelled back from the the dinning room.

"My mum will see you in the Dinning room. Just down that way."

Hariku brushed them off and headed back into the Dinning room. He doesn't have anything to do with the past that he never knew, but he loved the life that he has now. He needed something to keep his mind off of the things that had happened in the past five years, and Draco said that he was old enough to read from his advance magic books. He sighed a little and grabbed his bowl from the table and headed outside to his little training area, and heard that his mother and the newcomer talking about his schooling and that he came to pick him up to start at this academy in the next couple of days to come.

Hariku gotten into his stance, building up his magic in his core, getting ready to practice an advance version of the Fireblaze that Draco taught him almost a year ago. Breathing in deeply, he heard wooden bowls being thrown about inside the small cabbin.

"I refuse to for him to become a lowly Wizard!" Shakita yelled from the kitchen, "and that old man came here five years ago, trying to make my boy choose him than his mother that raised him! I cannot believe that you and your kin are trying to take my only son away from me!"

Hariku cocked a browe and troted over to the kitchen window to see what all the commotion was all about. Here, he seen his mother standing inches away from the taller man, ready to pull out her hidden dager that she keeps on herself. Hariku watched as the taller man flinched a little from what his mother was doing.

"I am sorry miss, but the Headmistress wants the young Potter to join the school so that no magical build up would happen." The taller man said with a soft tone of voice. "And that he the only living Potter that can take his inheritance before he turns of age."

"I really don't care that you, or the headmistress of that academy wants my boy. I am saying n-"

"Mum. I want to go." Hariku said from the window of the kitchen. "I want to learn more about magic and where my blood line comes from."

"See, your boy wants to go, I will speak to the Headmistress about arrangements and what can be done if you want to see your boy."

Sighing deeply, Shakita removed her hand from her waist and glanced down. "If he is going to this school, I want to keep an eye on him and make damn sure that nothing happens to him. I had this conversation with that old man before, but if your people turn him into a weapon, so help me Erythnul, that your pathetic souls burn the firey pits of hell."

Hariku got the jist of everything that they were talking about, and paid more attention to the tall man, who later introduced himself as Hagrid. "Mum, I am going to pack. It looks like that it is going to be a long time before we come back here."

Shakita looked at her little one, and sighed as she agreed that her son can go to this school, but to her, Hariku still has a lot of years a head of him for magic training. She turned her attention to the taller man. "How long are the ciriculum in this school?"

"Roughly about a year, two months off in the summer and a few days off here and there. Why do you ask?"

"I want you to ask the Headmistress and tell her that if my boy goes to this school, myself and my friend has to go as well. My friend knows magic quite well, and I can also teach students how to defend themselves without the need of a wand." Shakit said while wrapping her arms around her bust.

"Mum, I am going to go pack and we'll leave right away. Mr. Hagrid, do you have some sort of teleporting device that can send us to gather our equiptment?" Hariku asked before coming inside the house to gather what he might need and other things.

"Yes, I have what we call a portkey to send us to the place where we need to gather your things for school." Hagird said with a jollier tone. "I have a list here if you don't already have the nescities for school."

"Okay. We will leave in half an hour to go to the place where I need to gather the rest of the things for the Academy."

Hariku ran inside and packed his advance magic tomes, a few spare clothing, and the old wooden doll that his mother had made for him while he was still young. He smiled at the doll and placed it with his clothing and tomes. It was his first adventure outside of the Empire, and probably wont be the last. He felt himself shaking with excitment as he raced down the stairs to see Draco standing at the doorway with a confused expression.

"Where are we going, Harry?" Draco asked.

"To a different academy. Maybe Hagird and the Headmistress will let you teach them more about magic too!" Hariku said.

"That sounds exciting, Harry." Draco smiled as he let the younger one run by him to leave with the four of them.