Hailey Potter and the Heir of Ravenclaw Chapter 2

Dumbledore Bashing as well as Weasley/minor Granger Bashing And Obvious Lockhart Bashing

When the next day began, everyone was getting ready for the first day of school and going to the Great Hall to get something to eat. The usual conversations were popping up all around: "How are you?" "Did you have a good summer?" "Did you hear what Rita Skeeter said?"

But all that stopped when Thomas walked through the doors. The previous night's events rushed to the front of their minds, recalling his mysterious Sorting.

When he sat down everyone was watching him, so when the Golden Trio walked in they were completely ignored, much to Hailey's great pleasure. When they sat down, Dean Thomas looked over at her and said, "You were at the sorting, right?" when they nodded he continued, "Well, the first years are saying they never saw that transfer student on the train or in the boats. It's like he appeared right in the Great Hall without anyone knowing."

Hailey, Ron, and Hermione narrowed their eyes at that. If someone was able to apparate inside of Hogwarts then they weren't as safe as they had originally thought, well, besides from murderous teachers of course.

When they got their schedules they saw that they had Astronomy and History of Magic with Ravenclaw. Double Potions with Slytherin. Then Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts with Hufflepuff.

Setting off toward their first class, which, to Hailey's great dismay was DADA, they took their seats and were surprised to see the new student sitting there among the Ravens; although it shouldn't have been because he was a transfer student.

Once everyone was seated the door opened with a bang and Pr. Lockhart walked in, earning sighs from many girls in the room. When he got to the front of the room he turned around and gave a very wide, very bright, smile.

"Let me to introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. . . me!Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award. But I don't talk about that. I didn't kill the Bandon Banshee by smiling at it," he said with a huge smile on his face. Hermione looked at him clearly infatuated.

Hailey rolled her eyes. Then he handed out a test. When she looked down she saw that every question was about Lockhart. It had absolutely nothing to do with the class.

Suddenly a voice ripped through the silence and said, "Professor Lockhart, I must protest to this foul thing you have handed out to me and my fellows. This is simply appalling and if our classes should be similar to this I will have to report you to the Headmaster, and if he won't do anything, the Ministry of Magic."

Many of the girls looked at the source and were surprised to find it to be the Transfer. They gave him vengeful glares. Hailey on the other hand was relieved that somebody had said something about it, because if she even opened her mouth she bet Lockhart would drag her to the front and put a spotlight on her.

Lockhart looked like a deer in a Lumos, "I beg your pardon? I am an esteemed member of the Wizarding World and you have the nerve to question my teaching methods? 25 points from Ravenclaw."

The other Ravenclaw's glared at him, although in their minds they were cheering at his drive to learn.

But he wasn't done yet, clearing his throat he said, "If I had a Knut for every time someone said that, I would have a thousand. You have a lot of nerve coming in here preening yourself while not actually doing anything. I read your books, sir, and I am most definitely. Not. Impressed."

Lockhart's eyes widened comically, "You read them and you didn't like them?"

Thomas narrowed his eyes, "You should focus on this class, not that rubbish."

Lockhart was furious, "You have just lost another 25 points from Ravenclaw young man. And earned yourself a detention. I hope you're happy."

The Ravenclaw's glared at Thomas, anger written all over their faces.

After that he had apparently forgotten about the test and moved to set a bunch of Cornish Pixies on them. They started flying around the room picking things up and throwing them. Also hanging Neville from the candle-holder by his underwear. Lockhart tried (and failed) to stop the little blue creatures and ran into his office with one of his portraits in his arms after a pixie tried to take it.

Hermione was just pulling out her wand to stop them when what sounded like someone snapping their fingers resounded throughout the room. The Pixies all froze in mid-air and no one knew what to make of it. No one saw who did it instead focusing on putting the creatures back in their cage.

Lockhart, as soon as he returned from cowering in his office, said class dismissed. Everyone left, glad that they didn't have to do the test, although the Ravens were upset that they lost 50 points.

The next class they had was History of Magic, and with how the last class went everyone was expecting the transfer to do something. And he didn't disappoint.

When the lecture on the Goblin Rebellion of 1612 they all quickly gave up any hope of the transfer saving them from another dull class; but then he said something they weren't expecting.

"Professor Binns."

The ghost stopped mid-lecture, much to everyone's surprise.

"Yes? What do you need, Mr. Alexander?"

The Raven's, as well as Hailey's and Hermione's, eyes widened. He NEVER got a name right. Heck, when Hailey asked a question last year, he had called her Porter.

"While I am sure that the Goblin Rebellion is fascinating, but wouldn't the founding of the Wizards' Council be of more import? Or perhaps the war of 1418 between the Vampires and the Werewolves? I assume you do know about those, Professor."

The students watched with baited breath as Professor Binns was at a loss for words. In all the years he had been teaching not once had someone asked to be taught something. And, unfortunately, he did not know when the council was founded, as they had not bothered to record it themselves, or at least that was the common belief. Some held it to be true that Rowena Ravenclaw had the information stashed away in her private library that was to this day unfound, much like the Chamber of Secrets, which was a complete myth of course. Ravenclaw's having a private library, however, had much more bearing than a secret chamber underneath a school.

When he shook his head anyone that wasn't watching the ghostly teacher with wide eyes (Hailey) saw that he had a look of triumph in his eyes. She narrowed her eyes, this new guy was up to something, and she aimed to find out.

HPDM

When classes ended for the day, no one wanted to be friends with Thomas, so when dinner rolled around, he sat alone, not that he seemed to mind. In a moment of curiosity, Hailey picked up her plate and moved to sit at the Ravenclaw table by him, earning the confused looks and exclamations by the Ravens and her fellow Gryffindor's.

Thomas glanced at her from the corner of his eye but otherwise ignored her. After a few minutes of silence, Hailey couldn't take it anymore. Turning to face him she stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, My name's Hailey Potter."

Thomas looked down at her hand for a second before slowly extending his own and shook it, "Thomas Alexander, Ms. Potter. But I prefer Mr. Alexander. First names are for those with more than a passing interest in each other, wouldn't you agree?"

She nodded slowly, "So, Tho-er Mr. Alexander, why did you come to Hogwarts?"

Even though the other students were still resentful of the lost points, this question had been raised in their minds as well.

He chewed slowly, thinking on his answer, then swallowed and took a drink. Once down, he turned to her more fully and said, "A member of my family had a hand in the founding of this school, I was interested to see the state of things as they are now as opposed to when they were. And, as it quite obvious, said family member was very close to Rowena Ravenclaw, hence my quick Sorting."

Everyone listening in was shell-shocked. They had someone who had ties to their houses founder! And if the stories were to be believed, that meant the person had to be well read as anything less would incur exclusion from her circle.

"So you must be really smart then, right? You must be to know more than Pr. Binns in History. I mean, he is a ghost after all."

Thomas snorted, "Just because he's a ghost doesn't mean he knows his history, or even his own time period. Have you ever heard him discuss the War of the Colonies? Or the Revolutionary War as the Americans call it? That was his era, but you don't hear a peep about it."

"What about our own time? Do you know a lot about it?"

Thomas smirked, which turned out to be surprisingly sexy, causing nearby girls to swoon, "Why, of course, I know more about my era than anyone in existence."

Luna, who was sitting nearby, saw something strange about Alexander when he said those words. His appearance seemed to shift slightly into that of an older male, but changed back so fast no one else noticed.

HPDM

Many days passed and soon people stopped paying close attention to Thomas Alexander the transfer student.

It was on a Friday that the month of September ended, much to everyone's relief. Well, almost everyone. For on that night, after all the students went to bed, one lone Ravenclaw left his room and made his way out of the castle into the Forbidden Forest; but not without catching the eye of a certain Ms Lovegood.

Following him from a distance, she watched him leave the school and head into the woods. She narrowed her eyes at this; after all, why would a student go into the Forbidden Forest?

She turned to go back inside when she heard what sounded like a horse whinnying coming from the woods. Her curiosity getting the better of her and she made her way into the Forbidden Forest.

Pushing through the underbrush, she came across a sight that took her breath away. There in the middle of a clearing, was a unicorn. Tall and proud with its single horn jutting out of its head. The moonlight landing on it enhanced its already majestic figure. She was in awe of its inherent beauty. Its white coat glimmered in the light and gave it an otherworldly appearance as it walked around the clearing.

Luna stared at it for what seemed like hours before she decided to head back inside. It wasn't long after she left that unicorn slowly started to glow, the light spreading out filling the clearing and some of the surrounding forest. When the glow died down, a grown man could be seen lying on the ground naked.