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"So Apprentice eh? Whatever are we going to plan out now?" Harry asked with a fanged grin. Jerek simply grinned in return, much more diabolical than he had been in his youth as a Vampire, "Oh I can think of something my Count, and I'm sure that it may have something to do with the realm or Chaos as well".
Chapter 3. Meetings and School.
Harry sighed in frustration as the third child that day wanted to get his wand. Jerek had told Harry that it would be his job now to get the children their wands, since he would sadly be busy with trying to search through his records. Unfortunately for Harry Jerek had neglected to tell him exactly what he did to see which wands held the closest connections to the different customers, and he did not really have the patience to deal with over exited children who when given the wrong wands could cause untold amounts of devastation.
'Actually I'm sure the wands enjoy trying to kill me', Harry thought morosely as he avoided a silver stake that somehow was propelled out with incredible speed from the wand and embedded itself next to a girl with strawberry blonde hair and pigtails. 'Then again it also draws partially from the sub consciousness of a person, so this Granger girl really have a refreshing nature if nothing else'¸ he thought for himself.
The Granger girl was accompanied by her parents and a plump older witch with the name Sprout apparently a professor at Hogwarts.The minute she had entered the shop her entire posture and excitement practically screamed BOOKWORM, and given her sub conscious sadistic nature Harry had to guess that she had probably been bullied for years, and instead of cracking up she buried herself in her books, and now that she was about to enter the wizarding world she was going to have access to several deadly spells, coupled with her strong individual nature and years of pent up anger she could prove to become fearsome witch, 'a good test subject for one of my better ideas', Harry thought with a grin as he handed over another wand, only to swear colourfully as he was blasted with a particularly strong sunlight spell right in his face, and while it certainly would have been more than enough to kill a lesser vampire it did not do more than give Harry a particularly large shock as well as a major headache.
"Please miss Granger, point the wands away from any person seeing as the ones who are not tuned to you can be quite deadly, were I a vampire that last spell would have left me as nothing more than a pile of dust", Harry chuckled at her. "Try this one", he said suddenly as he handed her another, and he breathed out a long sigh of relief as the wand shone brightly and emitted a shower of blue and yellow spars for a few seconds. "That would be seven Galleons miss Granger", he told her and accepted her money, and watched as she ran out of the shop with her parents and professor sprout in full speed behind her, "your turn miss Bones", Harry said suddenly to the red head who had entered earlier.
"H-how did you know my name", she gasped as her parents looked at Harry with interest. "Magic miss Bones magic", he said evasively as he tried to get a good feel of her and match it to one of the wands in the store. Unfortunately for Harry this also included some rather unwanted trips into the mind of an eleven year old girl, and if it was one thing that disturbed him was how every single magical raised girl who had come to the shop seemed to have an unhealthy crush on him, and some of their thoughts almost made him gag at fluffiness of it all, shivering he retreated from her mind as well as reigning in his nose that had been inconspicuously sniffing her out so to speak. "Try that one", he said as he handed her a dark brown wand, and he was visibly relieved when it immediately glowed brightly and sent out a fountain of yellow sparks, "seven galleons for the wand please", he said. Five minutes later he could thankfully close the shop and start cleaning the place up,
It was incredible the amount of damage just one eleven year old girl could do. Granger had almost temporarily killed him nine times, smashed half the shop, caused three wands to suffer a burnout and give him an incredible headache in the short span of two hours, 'I really need to feed', he thought for himself as he walked out of the Leaky Cauldron and into London.
Unheeding of where he was going he walked into a big fat lady and knocked her down, "terribly sorry madam I should have……you"! he hissed the last word as he retracted his hand and looked on the woman in front of him with disgust, it appeared that he would meet up with the last member of the Dursley family sooner than he had expected and sure enough Marge seemed to recognise who he was immediately. "YOU…YOU KILLED VERNON AND HIS FAMILY", she screamed as she got up and grabbed his arm tightly, completely ignoring the now several onlookers.
"Help me…p-p-please d-don't hurt me"! Harry cried loudly, doing his best to sound like a scared eleven year old, and fortunately the onlookers seemed to buy it, and even better some of the onlookers were composed of a rather large band of juvenile punks, and say what you will about them they hated adults who picked on small children.
CRACK Harry fell to the floor and his nose broke from the punch Marge had given him. "Don't you dare play innocent you you FREAK, my brother was absolutely right in beating you up, you should have been drowned the day he got you on his doorstep", she shouted as she kicked him in the ribs, causing Harry to utter faked screams of pain.
"You will be coming with us" one of the punks said as the others grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her towards an alley, the other onlookers who were more concerned with Harry chose to ignore her screams for help and focused on the boy only to find him gone, which caused them to contact the closest policeman they could find and tell him what had happened. While the Harry Potter case was now on it's way to start up again with renewed intensity the boy in question was looking on with delight as the punks who had abducted Marge pounded her with all manner of things, feet and fists, iron rods, chains, baseball bats and one even held a small hammer which he used to beat the fat woman with.
Marge's cries for mercy was abruptly silenced when the baseball bat impacted hard on her neck and caused a very familiar CRACK to be heard. "oh shit we killed her, what are we going to do?" one of them asked the person in the group who had to be the leader of them.
"Why don't you let me worry about that"? Harry said and watched with amusement as they all swung around quickly.
"You, how did you get here"? one of them asked him suspiciously.
Harry simply smirked at them for a moment before he deemed it fit to answer. "I wanted to see what you were going to do to my bitch of an aunt, and if I might say so you did better than I could hope to dream of, but now you better run, I'll take care of the body", he said, as he unleashed part of his magic, and he was not disappointed as they all whimpered in fear for a few moments before bolting towards the closest street, "now what are we going to do with you my 'dear aunt'", Harry mumbled for himself as he pondered what gruesome fate he should award this pathetic excuse of a woman.
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Almost twenty hours later at one of London's many police stations the officers suddenly looked up as a sickly pale woman who fitted the description of the woman who had attacked the runaway orphan Harry earlier in the day. That in itself was not so strange, the strange thing was that her eyes were completely white and her head was bent at an unnatural angle and there was drool coming out of her mouth.
"Marjorie Dursley you are under arrest for the aaaahhhhhhhhh get her off get her OFF", one of the officers screamed as Marge threw herself at him and bit deeply on his shoulder. Two other officers dragger her off, only to be attacked themselves by her. Another two entered the fray and hit her as hard as they could with their wooden batons, but instead of screaming in pain like she should have she simply snarled at them and went after this new and bigger threat with outstretched arms, two large bangs sounded and Marge was slammed to the floor with two smoking holes in her abdomen.
"What the fuck"? asked one of the officers as she simply stood up and once again started that eerie zombie like walk towards them. The officers looked at each other and on an unspoken signal several of them opened fire with their guns. This time after their clips were empty the bloodied body of Marjorie Dursley did not get up and the officers were left with the dilemma on how to tell their boss on why they had deemed it fit to fire a total of forty six shots at a civilian, and several hour later they were still trying to explain themselves when a man hurried into the room. "Sir according to the forensics the woman had been dead for almost a day before she entered the station". "…" "That was my thoughts as well sir", the man said, mistaking the silence for ignorance as to how something like that could happen, however Evan Clarke was now sure what had happened. "If you will all leave the room please I will talk to you one after the other". One by one the police officers moved out of the room until only one man was remaining.
"I'm sorry about this Hendrix", Evan said to the officer in the room as he pointed a thin slender stick at him "Obliviate". After several hours of memory adjustments he quietly apparated to the Ministry of Magic, where he proceeded to storm up to the Head of Magical Law Enforcement.
"State your name and business sir", said a tall black man with a bald head.
"I don't have time for this Shacklebolt, my station was attacked by an inferius just a few hours ago, said inferius was actually Marjorie Dursley the sister of Vernon Dursley, and we all know the importance of 'that' family", he said to his former Auror apprentice.
Kingsley Shacklebolt simply nodded before moving to the side to let Evan inside. Evan gave him a short nod before he entered the office of Amelia Bones. Amelia Bones was a square jawed woman with a monocle over her left eye which was a disturbing electrical blue colour and seemed to have a mind of its own, while her normal eye was a deep brown which seemed to pierce your very soul, most times she barely needed to glare a few seconds into the eyes of a suspect before they started blabbing.
"Evan", she said with a smile. "What brings you here"?
"Nothing pleasant I'm afraid", he said as he accepted a glass of scotch. "I'll just get to it shall I? a few hours ago Vernon Dursley's sister attacked my station", he said, watching her eyes widen slightly at the mention of Dursley's name. "That in itself was not too special, but then forensics tell me that the body had been dead for almost a day before she showed up, and after I altered the memories of the entire fucking station I checked the body over at the morgue, and sure enough it reeked of dark magic, hell I've seen inferi before, and whatever this was it was much stronger than your average one, I don't believe that even the You-Know-Who could have made it, and here is the worst part, about the time she died from my watch anyways she bumped into Harry Potter on the streets of London and tried to beat him up some punks managed to stop her and drag her away, and Potter disappeared from the crowd before we could try and find him, now I want to know what the hell is going on Amelia".
Madam Bones sat silently for a minute as she took in the news, this was very disturbing, she had heard rumours before that inferi were just poorly recreations of zombies, but the knowledge on how to raise and create those had been lost since before the time of the founders, and if someone knew how to actually make them… she shivered at the possible consequences.
"I do not really know what is going on Evan. Our dark arts receptors should have managed to pick up something as strong as the spell needed to create an inferius, but if what you told me is true then I believe that there is a powerful necromancer on the loose, one who knows how to make zombies, and inferius is just an attempt at creating a zombie as you know, and well, the means to do so are so old, and the magic is most likely so different that it won't shop up at our receptors, which is disturbing, and about mister Potter, there is no need to search for him any longer, he has apparently been living on the streets the last years, but now he is staying with Ollivander as his apprentice apparently, at least until he starts at Hogwarts".
Evan sighed relieved that some good news came from this at least. "But what about him, I mean his uncle's sister was recently killed and made into an inferius or what ever, and there is even the possibility that Vernon Dursley's murder of his own family along with his subsequent suicide was staged, I'm not saying that Potter did it, but you have to admit there is something fishy about it, I think that either this necromancer is after Potter, or he knows Potter, either way is disturbing really", he said as he drained his glass for the remaining alcohol.
And what would you have me do Evan, it's not as I can sic a pair of aurors to follow him everywhere, that would just be suspicious", she said with a sigh.
"So you don't have anyone you could spare, someone good enough to not be spotted amongst the students"? he asked carefully. A light went up in Amelia's regular eye before a grin spread over her face. "Kingsley get auror trainee Tonks to my office ASAP", she yelled. "We recently had a metamorphmagus join the academy, and I thinks she will do just fine, Alastor is actually thinking on making her his last protégé before he retires, of course that will have to change now".
"Here as instructed Director", came the voice from a young woman with bubblegum pink a heart shaped face as well as screaming orange eyes.
"Ah yes trainee Tonks, you are a metamorphmagus are you not? Are you capable of changing your body so much that you can pass off as being an eleven year old"? Amelia asked.
Instead of answering Tonks simply scrunched her face in concentration and before their eyes she began to shrink and before them in way too large robes stood an adorable eleven year old Nymphadora Tonks, who grinned smugly at their amazement. "Very good Tonks, I have an assignment for you", Amelia said and the young girl blanched in shock.
"But Director I've only been here a week how can I receive an assignment this early"? asked the still confused girl. "Because you Tonks are the only one capable of doing this. Until September first you will be trained personally under the supervision of Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt for several hours a day, this will also include many hours with a time turner, when your training is complete you are to pose as a student at Hogwarts, there you are to protect Harry Potter seeing as we have some rather good evidence that he is either hunted by a very good wizard or that he is in contact with said wizard, try and see if you can't befriend him, if you are unsuccessful with that try and keep as good an eye on him as possible, I want monthly reports, if you find anything disturbing or unusual no matter how trivial I want to know, we cannot take any chances with this. Should you manage to complete this assignment you will automatically receive the rank of senior auror at the end of the assignment, you will get payment as a junior auror each month until the assignment is finished, try as good as you can to avoid your skills to be known, but if you are in a life and death situation or an attempt on mister Potters life happens, you have full permission to use any means necessary to protect your life and his, excluding the unforgivables of course, do you accept"? she asked seriously as she trained both of her eyes on her.
"Y-Yes Director", Tonks said in a daze, she could go back to Hogwarts and follow the boy who lived around, while playing the whole secret spy thing, this was going to get easy, 'and I'm going to ace the homework as well', very well Director, I'll take the assignment", Tonks said.
"Then good luck trainee Tonks, report to Shacklebolt and Moody right away", Amelia said as she handed over a file with orders to Tonks. Tonks accepted the orders before hurrying outside to find Kingsley and Moody.
"So how is life treating you for the time being Evan"? Amelia asked tiredly. Evan did not immediately answer, choosing instead to nurse his second glass of scotch. "I guess I'm doing alright Amelia, and to be frank with you I knew there was only a matter of time before Bagnold threw me out, after all having a muggleborn as the Head Auror is unheard of, but I like my job now, so I guess it is not too bad", he said before draining his glass. "Well Amelia it was nice talking to you again but I am afraid that I must be leaving", he walked out of the door and started to head towards the atrium, nodding to the many aurors he knew, before he apparated out of the atrium and into his home, this had really been a day of hell, and he just hoped that Amelia and her aurors could manage to catch whoever was out there, but he had his doubts.
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It was the night two days after Marge's unfortunate end that found Harry and Jerek sitting together in the backroom of the wand shop, both of them nursing a goblet of blood. "So Jerek have you found anything in your countless records"? Harry asked curiously.
"Indeed I have Count, there is only a slight problem. As you know the winds of magic pours forth from the realm of Chaos, however some millennia ago the waystones of the High Elves were destroyed for some reason, this allowed the Realm of Chaos to open fully and spew forth it's daemonic hordes once more. Everyone tried their best to stem the tide, but at every corner in the world the daemons conquered it truly was a Storm of Chaos, fortunately however the Slann of the lizardmen managed to use their mightiest spells together, the resulting power that blasted across the earth did a very good job at pinning the daemons down and forcing many of them to disappear back into the realm of Chaos, but it inevitably changed the world to look like it does now, and lets not forget that several species like the skaven were wiped out over the course of a single night", he paused in his story telling to take a few more sips before continuing.
"But even this was not enough, and were it not for Albion, or the British isles as they are called now, the world would have been overrun. When the old ones departed at the very birthing of the first societies the same thing happened, and while they taught the Elves and Dwarves they did not bother with humans in the beginning, until humans showed them what they could do. So they took the most powerful and intelligent humans over to the island of Albion and there they taught them ancient magics lost forever most likely. Giants were created to help the Truthsayers or Druids as they are known to the world. So when the Daemons attacked after the departure of the old ones, the High Elves immediately went to war, and with a sacrifice between their twelve mightiest mages they managed to close the gates of Chaos, at least that is what they told themselves and everyone else, true the waystones that were created with their sacrifice helped a great deal, but it was the Truthsayers of Albion who managed to lock the realm of Chaos. Their giants created massive stone circles where they performed their ancient rituals, and like they knew it would the deamons were banished back to the realms of Chaos".
"Why do I sense a but here Jerek"? Harry asked suddenly.
"Because there is most likely. The first time the Realm of Chaos was closed it did not close completely, there were still possible to enter at the north and south poles, if you walked long enough you would be sucked into it, but the second time the Realm of Chaos opened properly the Truthsayers must have done something different to what they did before, or their magic was changed with all the ambient magic left over by the Slann, but at least the rifts in reality that were the Realms of Chaos both on the north and south poles completely disappeared, yet the winds of magic are still blowing across the earth, and that means that there is still an opening somewhere, somewhere that Chaos spills into reality causing paranormal events, all we need to do is to find out where", Jerek said.
Harry meanwhile was thinking hard, he was sure he had heard about such a place, and as his eyes wandered the shop he noticed the sign of the 'Deathly Hallows' in particular the triangle which was supposed to represent the cloak. "I think I may know where Jerek, it is possible that it is situated somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle, which is a large area at sea outside of the United States, several ships and airplanes have disappeared over that area, and most of them without any sort of explanation possible to how, all we need to do now is to find out the right time to go there", Harry said, now that they had at least a possible location things would become easier.
"Very well, I shall endeavour to check it out while you are at Hogwarts, on a side related note I have found a probable location for the sword as well, but I shall have a definitive answer by Christmas I think".
"Very well Jerek, now if you excuse me I shall retire, I need to be up and ready for tomorrow, after all it's not every day a young man begins at Hogwarts is it"? Harry said with a grin. Receiving a good night Harry exited the shop and headed towards Knockturn Alley in order to find someone to feed of.
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Half past ten Harry had already found himself a compartment and occupied it. Fortunately he knew a lot of spells so warding his compartment to block out any light, as well as a silencing charm had been quite easy, and he was currently dozing for himself when the door burst open and the Granger girl who had nearly 'almost' killed him several times entered. "Oh sorry, is this compartment taken"? she asked quickly before sitting down, apparently not caring at all whether or not it was taken.
"I'm Her-!" "Hermione Granger yes I know, you almost killed me several times when you were fitted for your wand remember", said Harry with amusement as she blushed in remembrance.
"I am Harry Potter, and before you say anything I don't bloody care about how many books I am mentioned in, there are only two persons in the world who was there who are still alive in some form, and I sure as hell did not give any interviews and I rather doubt Voldemort did either", Harry said, cutting her off when she tried to mention what books he was in no doubt.
Apparently it did the job as well since she was sitting there lost for words, and red either with indignation at his rudeness or embarrassment that he had seen through her so quickly. They sat in silence for a few hours, Hermione was buried in a book, while Harry was simply relaxing, that was until the compartment door opened and a shy pudgy brown haired boy stood there apparently on the verge of tears.
"I-I'm N-Ne-Neville Lon-B-Bottom, ha-have a-a-any of y-you s-se-seen a t-toad"? he stuttered. Hermione it appeared had some goodness in her despite the fact that she was probably a closet sadist, because she immediately jumped up and offered to help him search.
"No need for that Granger, it should be in the girls lavatory three compartments down", Harry said without opening an eye. "Oh and how do you know that Potter", she asked sourly ignoring the gasp of surprise that came from Neville. "Oh I've got a good nose Granger, almost like a wolf if I might say so", he said while sniggering for himself.
Granger just huffed in annoyance before grabbing Neville and leading him out of the compartment. 'finally I ca get some more sleep', he thought for himself just as he was proved wrong since the compartment door opened again and a tall gangly red head entered. "Do you mind if I sit here, everywhere else is full"? he asked while staring at Harry.
Harry on the other hand immediately got suspicious since both the adjacent compartments were both empty, and with a quick legilimency scan he saw that his family had almost missed the train as they had been waiting specifically for him, so that they could befriend him by showing him how to get onto the platform, though he doubted that anyone other than the mother, daughter and the youngest son Ronald whom was in the compartment right now knew why they had been waiting. Apparently Dumbledore had seen fit to make sure that Weasley was to befriend him, allowing the Headmaster to have a spy in his midst, well he couldn't have that now could he.
"Sorry ginger, I'm afraid that this compartment is already full, it's just girls you know, for some reason they always go to the bathroom together, so I'm afraid you just have to find another compartment to sit in, I'm sure that if you use your eyes you will find that there are two empty compartments adjacent to this one", Harry said while inconspicuously leading him out of his compartment before slamming the door shut in front of his face.
He had barely managed to get five minutes for himself before the door opened again and a boy who could only be the son of Lucius Malfoy strutted inside like he owned the place, with two big brutes at his side like bodyguards.
I heard that Harry Potter was in this compartment it's you then"? he asked. "I am Draco Malfoy, and I can help you with anything, including how to choose the right sorts of friends, not people like that Weasley that was here a few minutes ago", he said as he held out his hand.
Harry was now properly annoyed and it showed as he allowed some of his aura to leak through, causing the compartment to darken further and icy cold started to spread through it. "Listen you little boy, I can choose my own friends, and imbecile stuck up bastards like Weasley, yourself and your two trolls do not interest me, so kindly get the hell out before I do something that you will regret", Harry hissed darkly, and watched with satisfaction as they scampered from the compartment.
It was a few minutes later before Hermione returned back, this time without Neville, but with a very unique girl. The reason she was unique was most likely because of her long bubblegum pink hair and electrical blue eyes as well her clothing which would have made her blend in perfectly at a muggle punk concert.
"Hey Potter, this is Selina Tonks, Selina that boy is Harry Potter", Granger said as she pointed them out. "Pleased to meet you Selina", Harry said as he kissed her hand softly, she was definitely a keeper, while she looked quite young and innocent now, he was sure that with a few more years she would be supermodel material, and Harry was definitely interested in beautiful women, and predictably she blushed slightly at his mannerisms, before she sat down.
"If you ladies will excuse me I will be going back to sleep, wake me before we get to Hogwarts", and without even waiting for a reply he turned his head towards the darkened window and closed his eyes to sleep.
"Potter wake up, you need to change into your robes since we will be arriving at Hogwarts in a few minutes", Hermione said as she shook him slightly. After she left the compartment Harry quickly changed into his Hogwarts robes, before fastening his ever present Cloak of Darkness, his appearance was completed by sticking a poisonous dagger into each of his sleeves and one in his left boot, and just as he was finished the train stopped at Hogsmeade station. "All students are reminded to leave their luggage at the train, since it will be brought up to the school later", a voice called over the train speaker system.
Joining up with Hermione and Selina he walked out onto the platform towards a huge man who had to have at least some giant blood in his veins who was shouting "Firs years over here, firs years over here don't be shy".
"C'mon, follow me – any more firs' years? Alright then me name's Hagrid and you lot gotta follow me, and mind yer step, yeh should be able to see Hogwarts over this bend now."
There was a loud oohhhhhh and a gasp which Harry recognized as Susan Bones, as Hogwarts came into view. It certainly was a majestic sight; a huge castle on a hill across the lake with lights shining inside it. It had a very homely and welcoming feel to it, though Harry preferred his slightly smaller though infinitely more impregnable castle.
"No more'n four to a boat," Hagrid shouted over all the heads pointing towards a fleet of boats. Harry and Hermione got into one followed by Selina and the Longbottom.
The boats soon came to a stop at the end of the lake and Hagrid lead them to the huge oak front door of the castle and knocked with his big fist three times.
The doors immediately swung open and there stood Professor McGonagall in emerald green robes. She told the first years to follow her in a no-nonsense voice and walked towards another door across the hall. She then stopped and turned towards them and spoke:
"Welcome to Hogwarts, the start of the term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the great hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Her eyes lingering on Weasley's dirty nose and Harry's hair before walking back into the great hall.
Harry just smirked as Weasley rubbed his nose making it rather red. "I wonder how we get sorted." Neville asked Ron. "My brothers told me we have to fight a troll and depending on how we fight we get sorted," Weasley whispered back. Those in hearing distance paled at his words. "Don't be silly Ronald," came Hermione's voice, "Maybe it will be some sort of written personality test or a test of your knowledge of spells."
Professor McGonagall came back and beckoned them inside. Harry had to admit that he was impressed at the sight. There was a gasp as everyone walked into the great hall. There were thousands and thousands of candles lit, illuminating the whole hall, there were four tables lined with golden plates, spoons and forks.
Mainly to avoid all the stares he looked up and was surprised when he saw a velvety black sky dotted with stars instead of the roof. He then heard the bushy haired girl whisper to Selina, "The ceilings bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read it in Hogwarts: A History."
He looked back down again as Professor McGonagall brought out a stool and placed a dirty, torn, black color hat on it. Suddenly the hat twitched, the rip near the brim opened and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindor's apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song and bowed to all four tables.
Professor McGonagall stepped forward and said, "When I call out your names step forward and put on the hat to be sorted." She then unrolled a long piece of parchment and read:
Abbot, Hannah!
A pink faced girl with blonde pig tails came stumbling out of the line and put on the hat. After a moments pause it yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The table on the right erupted in cheers as she ran towards it.
Shortly thereafter Brown, Lavender became the first Gryffindor and the table to the far right exploded in cheers and Weasley's older twin brothers cat called at her.
After Susan Bones was sorted to Ravenclaw, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom to Gryffindor which surprised Harry considering how scared he looked, a Draco Malfoy to Slytherin, it was finally Harry's turn.
'Excuse me mister Potter would you mind terribly if you lowered your mental shields as I am quite unable to sort you at the moment, I can promise you that I can not tell anyone what I see in you head', the hat whispered to him, and Harry reluctantly lowered his protections and allowed the hat to see into his mind.
'Oh dear, never have I met anyone like you before, I only hope that you will not try and destroy the world, all we need to do now it to sort you, I'm quite sure that you will ruin quite many of the Headmasters plans', it continued.
'Where would the Headmaster suspect me the least, what would be the best house for me to be able to put my plans into motion'? Harry answered back.
'Hmm, Gryffindor would definitely be the best if you do not want the Headmaster to be to suspicious about you, and from what I can tell you would fit that house like a glove so to speak, I can find no true fear in you, yes Gryffindor could definitely benefit you with what you are about to do, but are you sure you don't want Slytherin, you have more ambition and cunning than Salazar himself…no well then it better be' "GRYFFINDOR".
The table to the right exploded with cheers again, many of them giving him a standing ovation, and the twins were jumping up and down screaming "we got Potter we got Potter". Relieved Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and forced himself to accept the many handshakes that were issued, before he turned back to the sorting just as Selina Tonks put the hat on. For a few minutes she had what appeared to be a very big argument with the hat before it finally yelled "GRYFFINDOR", quickly taking off the hat she ran over to the Gryffindor table where she sat down next to Harry.
Finally Blaise Zabini was sorted into Slytherin who quickly went and took a seat at his table. Professor McGonagall then rolled up her scroll and took the stool and the sorting hat away.
The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore got to his feet and said, "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts, now before we begin our feast I would like to say a few words and here they are; Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment and Tweak! Enjoy your feast."
"Thank you!"
He sat back down as everybody cheered and laughed. "Is he not entirely there"? Hermione asked as she looked to Harry and Selina. "Of course he is not mad he is the greatest wizard in the world", Weasley said fanatically.
"Weasley you bleeding imbecile, when we decide to bring you into our conversation we will do so, but until then bugger off", Harry hissed angrily at him, and enjoyed the flash of fear that swept over Weasley's face. "As for your question Granger, the Headmaster is over a hundred and fifty years old, and from what I know he is quite mad, no one can survive that long and be left entirely sane, and judging by his dress style I'd say that he bats for the other team as well, perhaps he likes 'educating' young boys, though I'd rather not think on such things", Harry told hear, and he could see her nod slightly as if pondering on whether or not his proposal had some merit.
As everyone else started conversing left and right Harry's eyes were carefully scanning the hall taking in everyone's appearance stance and probable threat level, and he was quite pleased to not that few could ever hope to match him even after decades if not centuries with training. As his eyes scanned the teachers table his eyes met up with a teacher with greasy black hair and black tunnel like eyes that glittered dangerously. Almost immediately Harry sensed two different legilimency attempts to enter his head, and he roughly shoved them out, and watched with narrowed eyes as both the greasy haired teacher as well as a quivering man with a pink turban recoiled in pain, and with a shock he realized who the turbaned man was.
It was the man who had left with the wraith whom had been watching Harry closely over the years, and it appeared that the wraith was possessing him, there was no other explanation, especially as his highly attuned senses were screaming DANGER at him. Growling slightly for himself Harry concentrated on the greasy haired man before he pushed his magic for one iron hard legilimency attack. The man's eyes widened in shock and pain before he could hear Harry's ice cold voice hiss 'do NOT do that again' inside his head. Comforted by the fact that his warning had been delivered Harry sat back again and watched the others eat himself eating nothing.
"Quite sad not being able to eat is it not"? asked a voice to his right and Harry could see right at a ghost who was wearing old nobleman's clothes and a ridiculously large collar. "Indeed it is ghost and I would expect you to keep your knowledge of what I am for yourself understood"? Harry said so silently that only sir Nicolas De Mimsy Toppington as the ghost was called could hear it.
"Of course young Lord, I can ensure you that none of us ghosts wish to be destroyed by a skilled necromancer like yourself, so your secret will be safe with us", he said quickly before floating away to the relative safety of the other end of the table.
After the desserts also disappeared, Dumbledore stood up, and the hall fell silent to listen to him.
"So, now that we are fed and watered, I have a few start-of-term notices to give you…"
Dumbledore listed off how the forest on the grounds was forbidden to all students, how no magic should be used between classes in the corridors, how Quidditch trials would be held in the second week of the term… but there was also a new announcement for this year, about how "the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Harry barely held back a snort at hearing this, but he also noticed that very few other people did laugh.
"Well, I was going to get out the school song for the first time in ages, but I can see that all of you are rather tired, and want to go to sleep… especially since none of you want to miss your first day of classes tomorrow," Dumbledore said, smiling. "So, off to bed. Off you trot!"
The Gryffindor first years followed another Weasley out of the Great Hall and up the marble staircase. Harry didn't know exactly what to expect out of the castle, but for some reason he felt disappointed. Sure it was quite nice with all the secret passageways, but the moving portraits that adorned the walls everywhere became a bit too much for Harry, and from a strategic point of view the castle was largely undefendable, it had apparently been created with the purpose of defending against attacking witches and wizards, it would stand no chance against a large undead horde, or even a medieval muggle army.
Soon enough (although after a brief encounter with Peeves, the school's poltergeist), they were at the end of a corridor, standing in front of a hanging portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. After she asked for the password and Percy the Weasley prefect gave it ("Caput Draconis"), the portrait swung open and they climbed through into the Gryffindor common room.
From there, they crossed the room, and the girls went up one staircase to their dormitory and the boys went up the other to their own, where their trunks were waiting for them next to their four-poster beds. Most of them were just too tired to talk, so they just pulled on their pyjamas and went to bed. After he was sure everyone had gone to sleep Harry slipped out of the common room before changed into a bat and scurried off into the dark corridors, he had a castle to explore tonight.
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AN: Just to put a few things clear, yes I do know that the Bermuda Triangle have been proved several times over to be no more of a dangerous area than any other area at sea, I just decided to use all of that mysterious paranormal stuff that many (ignorant) people believe in.
As I have also said before I am making up a lot of warhammer history, since the events that has led to different things, are AFTER everything that is documented as of now at least, and also I have and probably will continue changing written warhammer history slightly, but we have to remember that this is seen from the Vampires point of view, everyone have their own opinions and the like on what and how things have happened.
And lastly yes Selina Tonks is the now disguised Nymphadora Tonks, who will be trying to protect Harry from the dangerous necromancer after him snicker. Hopefully this chapter has given some of you an inkling on some possible future pairings.
And lastly a cyber cookie to the one who manages to guess what sort of plan Harry has for Hermione, the more detailed and correct it is, the more impressed I will be.
That will be all, have a nice time until my next update, you really are the best my faithful readers.