Chapter 04
Bloom looked around in the atrium of the British ministry of magic. Decorations, a few fireplaces to travel away or come here and a fountain she didn't like very much after the first glance and even less after looking at it for more than a few seconds. Racists. All of them. A blond man caught her attention. He stood there for a few moments, looking at her, and then walked to her. "You are the witch from this magical dimension called 'Magix' I presume? My name is Lucius Malfoy." After the first sentences she knew he was a smooth talker. "Well, I am from Magix and live there the biggest part of the year. Is witch a general term for female magic users here?" The man looked startled for a second and then smiled. "Yes. Isn't this so in Magix? The last person I spoke to said they would send one." "There was a last minute change and they sent me, because of a few complications I lived on earth for a few years. They thought it would better if the contact would go through me because I knew both planets already." "Fascinating. So these dimensions are really different planets? Do they know something about these lights on the sky a few days back?" The voice came from an old man. Bloom turned around. Colourful robes a long beard and blue eyes. The eyes looked with hers. Something bushed against the walls she built in her mind against the darkness. She covered the walls with a painful burning sensation. A new brush against her walls and the man winced, took a step back and shock his head. Then he noticed his beard was burning. "Well, as much as I would love to speak with you about it, I think we were speaking about the term 'witch'. My office is free and I think it would be better to sit while we speak about it. Especially before he gets rid of the flames," Malfoy smiled and led the way.
He felt absolutely brilliant. They were dead. They were dead and it had been painful. And they would never know the painless sleep of death. He almost whistled while walking down the road looking at his reflection in a few windows of stores. A white shirt and black trousers and black shoes he looked very normal. It was summer and the air was still a bit cooler than it would be in a few hours. He would be with the goblins then. His hair was bound back in a low ponytail and his light blue eyes were a lot more common than his colour from back then. He found the 'Leaky Cauldron' easy enough and went in. It was dirty as it was in his memories. He didn't care to greet the barkeeper. He went to the back of the shop and directly into Diagon Alley.
The goblins stared at him. He smiled. They stared a few seconds more. His smiled widened. They shoved him into a back room and looked him together with another goblin. "Griphook. What a surprising greeting was this I got?" "Mr. Potter! You are-! You-! How?" "What do you know?" "You were alive somehow. We knew this. We knew you weren't on earth. Somewhere in this magical dimensions. We always remembered them. But how did you got there? And how did you get back?" "It was…a combination from a few things. These hallows and the veil together did something to me. It threw me back. I woke up years before I was born. I never came back before my other side went away," he looked at the goblin. "More isn't relevant." Griphook nodded. "Yes, yes. There had been claims on the fortune of the Potters. We could brush them away because our spells pointed out you were alive somewhere. Do you want to sue them for trying to steal from you?" "What do you think of me? Why shouldn't I want this? And I want another name."
|He worked himself through the list of school supplies he needed until he had everything and then almost lost himself in the bookstore he visited last. At least he went back to the bank to get some money for the muggle community to get something to eat he knew. He never went back to the Dursleys. He took a guest room in an inn in the Alley near the cauldron and went shopping there and in the normal shopping districts of the muggles, getting himself new clothes and a passable hair cut.|
After a very interesting conversation with the Malfoy, the man insisted on showing her the Diagon Alley. The weather was nice and she looked around curiously, trying to understand the happenings of a normal day in the shopping alley. The man looked very amused when she pointed unbelieving at the robes. "You wear them normally? I thought there only formal clothes for work or something like that." And then she ran into someone. Red-blond hair was bound back in a ponytail. Light blue eyes looked back at her. Something in her snapped alive. He muttered an apology and disappeared into the crowd. Confused she looked after him. Why did she have the feeling she knew him?
Dumbledore hated Potter. It didn't matter if he was alive or not. He hated him. He was dead and the goblins had the guts to say him, that there was someone alive of the line of the Potters! There wasn't anyone left alive! But he had it in black ink in a white letter together with the information he was sued for getting his hands on the money. Nowhere stood the name of this man. The only good thing this afternoon was the message of a possible new teacher for DADA. After the last teacher left a short time before the end of the year because of Death Eaters, nobody seemed to want this job. Like every year. He was writing a letter to one of the members of his order when the bird flew in with the letter. It had been a short letter with the qualifications and the question if he could teach. It sounded a bit strange but this was most likely because of this 'curse' on the position. He was satisfied that he would have a teacher. Hopefully he would be controllable enough to get him to treat the lions right. Well, he didn't find something about a Prevell in the papers of Hogwarts. Not recently at least. And nobody of them had as the first letter of his surname a 'B'. He looked at the signature. 'B. Prevell'. Interesting. Maybe he would know a bit more about this coat. He still had the wand, the stone and the coat but the power had decreased. The coat and stone didn't even work anymore. It was as if the power sources were gone! But how? And where were they now? He sighed and looked at the empty perch. Not even Fawkes was there anymore. If he had any idea where this bird was he would bind it to him, but the bird was missing since the day the lights had be seen in the sky.
The castle almost greeted him. It felt almost like a greeting. The magic filled his mind with a comforting feeling of safety and a familiarity of home. He knew who would be there this year. Everyone needed to make their last year again. They would be there. And he wanted this. And he would leave them in pain! But Dumbledore was there, too. He didn't feel Fawkes anywhere which would make it simpler. He smiled and walked the way up to the castle.
|He should have thought there would be a problem with getting to the school. There had been a train ticket in the envelopment with the letter. He knew there wasn't a train platform with the number 9¾. But he should go there. In two days he should go to this station, the date was on the ticket. And it was in King's Cross. In these two days he looked at the stations 9 and 10, searching for something magical. On the 1st September he stood in the shadows and looked at the pillars between the two platforms 9 and 10 looking for children like him with big trunks. He found some. And blinked when they ran straight through one of the wall of one pillar. Taking a deep breath he looked around. Nobody seemed to notice the disappeared child. Slowly walking to the wall he forced the fear of hitting the stone wall down. The moment he should feel the impact, something brushed over him. One moment he saw stone, nothing and then he was on a crowded platform with many children, owls, parents wearing normal clothes and robes. Above him was the sign 9¾ and in front of him was a big red train. Looking around he pushed his way through the crowed to get onto the train.|
