Alchemist Harry
Chapter 4: Ritualistic Problems
Last time on Alchemist Harry:
Harry walked up to the hat and put it on...
"Hmm you're an interesting one," A voice inside Harry's head said.
"What the hell?" Harry thought back.
"It's me the hat, now lets see where to send you. Not interested in gaining friends, no ambition in the wizarding world, intellectual in your own way, but not really interested in learning magic. That right there eliminates three out of the four houses. I also got a request for you to go in the fourth, and from a second person a threat of what would happen to me if you aren't put in the house, but let's see if you qualify. Brave, oh my yes, very brave if your career goals are any indication, not recklessly brave though, as you know when to run. Not very respectful of authority are you? That's more than I can say for most of the house, most of whom follow the headmaster blindly. Oh? It's unearned respect you don't show, and you think he has earned your disrespect eh? Hehehehe Dumb-as-a-door I like it. The only house you remotely fit in is," The hat said inside Harry's mind before switching to speaking aloud. "GRIFFINDOR!"
There was a loud applause from the Griffindor table as well as a chant, "We got Potter!"
Harry ignored them as he sat by Konoka in one of the empty seats before saying loudly, "Morons, I'm in a house of moronic sheep, the exception being you of course Konoka."
When the words were spoken it turned many of the Griffindors from cheering, to scowling at the new guy in their midst.
"And why do you call us that?" one of a pair of identical redheaded twins asked.
"You blindly followed Dumb-as-a-door when he said my name was Harry Potter, despite me correcting him. You also hero worship a boy whom couldn't possibly had actually done anything. From what I was told, he was one year old when what happened supposedly happened, with no proof that what is currently being said about him is the truth. If the boy even exists, he would probably be disgusted at the oozing stupidity being shown here, as well as some old fogey using him to make himself look better," Harry scathingly replied.
The table went silent, with glares being almost constantly shot at Harry, just as Setsuna was sorted into Griffindor as soon as the hat touched her head. Setsuna received little applause from the glaring Griffindor's because they weren't paying attention, but Harry and Konoka both applauded, although Harry's was more the polite kind.
"Some greeting I got," Setsuna commented as she sat on the other side of Konoka.
"Probably my fault, I just insulted the entire table, their hero, and the headmaster," Harry commented. "Although I'm not surprised you were sorted here, you have to be brave to be a body guard. I should warn you two, just out of politeness, considering my new found popularity with the house, you will probably need to make a choice, me or the house."
It was at this time a revived Draco and Ron was brought in and sorted, at the end since all the names were already called, and they both were given a weeks detention, but that went unnoticed at the Griffindor table, as they were concentrating on Harry and the conversation he was having with them and/or the girls.
Konoka nodded as she had heard what Harry had said, but she also felt she had to ask, "Why did you say it if you knew that the house would object?"
"To get them to stop the Potter nonsense," Harry replied. "I don't trust anyone who willingly follows our beloved headmaster."
Harry suddenly stopped speaking and gripped his shoulders in extreme pain.
"Harry, are you alright?" Konoka asked hesitantly.
"Fine, just a side effect of a ritual I underwent before coming here. Although this was the worst one yet." came the pained reply from a painting Harry, whom just came out of the pain.
"What ritual?" A bushy hared girl asked.
"Is it any of your business?" came the reply.
"I was just curious," the girl huffed indignantly.
"So?" Harry replied flatly.
"If you don't mind Harry, I would like to know as well, perhaps we can help," Setsuna said out of concern.
Konoka didn't say anything, she just looked at him, with the sad puppy eye's of doom, and Harry folded.
Harry leaned in, ignoring the announcements from the headmaster, leaned in toward Konoka's ear, and whispered, "I'm telling you this in the trust that you will only tell Setsuna. It was a blood adoption ritual."
Konoka looked at Harry oddly and whispered the info to Setsuna in the same manner.
"That's odd, shouldn't that be painless?" Setsuna asked concerned.
"What type of ritual?" the bushy haired which asked Setsuna.
"The none-of your business type," Harry replied evenly as food started to appear.
Harry looked at the assembled food, and to his displeasure, little of it seemed familiar. He took some vegetable dishes, that had familiar ingredients, and some meats that while unknown, smelled appetizing.
Ron said something mostly unintelligible through his full mouth, only to be scolded by his brothers, "eat or talk, not both," one twin commented as he scrapped some food of his plate that had been contaminated by the food flying out of Ron's mouth.
After swallowing mightily to get his large mouthful of food down, Ron tried again, "Why won't you tell us?"
" Why should I? We're not friends, nor will we ever be. I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to complete the contract I was bullied into by the ass that runs this school, although I did get some concessions. I don't trust anyone that is here willingly," Harry replied in an annoyed voice.
"What about them? Aren't they here willingly?" Ron demanded.
"Nope, we are here due to an... incident, that made it prudent. Japan is much better that here in terms of relations between Magical and mundane worlds. While they still don't advertise, a magical has no problem fitting in the mundane world," Setsuna explained.
"Incident?" the bushy haired girl asked.
Seeing that Konoka was about to break down again, she responded in a way to distract her, "As Harry would say, the none of your business type of incident."
Konoka, upon hearing the response from the normally stoic and polite Setsuna, aborted her sob and giggled.
"As I was saying, I'm here due to him annoying us, refusing to leave our house till we agreed to send me here, and being general nuisance until we made the contract. After I'm done here, I'll go back to my world and never leave it again," Harry said evenly.
The youngest redhead at the table realized something odd, and after swallowing his current mouthful of food, asked, "Mundane? What's that?"
"That's what we call muggles, so we don't insult them just for having no magic," Konoka explained as she spoke for the first time at the table.
"Why bother? They won't ever know," Ron said derisively.
"And Europe wonders why they are considered one of the most backwards magical communities, only outdone by most of Africa. You don't respect them just because they don't have magic, when they are far more innovative than most magicals will ever be, and the mundanes outnumber magicals over a thousand to one. Many mundane armies outnumber every man woman and child that is magical in England at least fifty to one." Setsuna tried to explain.
"Don't bother," Harry commented. As everyone within earshot turned toward he Harry continued with thinly disguised disgust, "they are like the person they idolize in that they believe that they cannot be wrong, and anyone with a different opinion must be wrong. I will say no more on the subject since this is true."
"That's not true," a twin replied, only to be met with silence.
Realizing that Harry wouldn't be talking more, since he had already made up his mind about the school and the people in it, most of the house decided to try again later.
Ron on the other hand, he was pissed. Harry had, in one day, insulted him, his house, his hero, and is world. He had also failed to become the boy-who-lived best friend that he was getting paid for, and in fact made Harry dislike him worse. Worse, he had no idea on how to proceed and continue to get paid. Upon hearing Harry mention his lab to the girls he thought of a way to trick Dumbledore, he would periodically steal minor things from the lab, and use them as proof to Dumbledore, after all, who would miss some common ingredients? Perhaps he could also swipe some interesting items to sell for a bit of extra money, or some odd foods to eat.
As Ron was considering his options, and plans while shoveling his food into his mouth, Harry was planning on spending the night in his lab, which he made sure had a hammock in case he needed to work late. Harry figured he would start putting some ingredients in his storage there, and finish tomorrow after classes.
After everyone was finished eating and the prefects started to lead the way to the dorm rooms to give the first years their password, when they were stopped by Dumbledore.
"I need to speak to Potter," he said, and waited for the mentioned boy to walk out of the crowd. After some minutes he ground out, "Mr. Kiesling please come with me."
"You're learning," Harry said smirking as he stepped out of the crowd.
Albus didn't dignify that with a response, as he led the way to his office, and with a clipped, "Blood pops," caused the gargoyles to step aside.
After they both entered and the headmaster sat at his desk the man spoke again, "Please take a seat Harry my boy."
" Kiesling, you have no right to call me by my first name, and I'm not your boy. Now what did you bring me here for? I was planning on starting to unload my ingredients tonight. Then sleep in the hammock," Harry replied.
"What! Why wouldn't you sleep in the dorms with..." Dumbledore started, only to be interrupted.
"The sheep? They believed your word over mine, simply because of your name, even though I'M the one that is in the best position to know. Now that that's settled, what do you want," Harry interrupted.
Dumbledore sighed and dropped the house issue... for now, before continuing, "I want to discuss several things with you, the first is the blatant disrespect you showed me in front of the school. The second is the issue with your name, why don't you want to be referred to as potter?"
"Fine I'll drop the Dumb-as-a-door name, I only used the childish name to tell the school what I thought of you. I think I'll call you Albie," Harry started before continuing, "As to the second question, the Kiesling's have raised me since I was one, and they are my family, so when Gringotts told us of the blood adoption ritual, we took the opportunity to make them my real parents."
Dumbledore stiffened as he hear that Harry underwent a blood adoption ritual, which put some plans at risk, and then grimaced as his new nickname that Harry gave him. "You need to refer to me as professor Dumbledore."
"That kind of title is for those who have my respect," Harry replied.
Dumbledore, realized that changing Harry's opinion of himself will also take time, sighed and brought out the last topic of the chat, "Fine, but I know that you have a mana nearby, I need to know what it is and what it looks like."
Fanatose phased into existence next to Harry, and introduced herself, "My name is Fanatose, a Mana of Evil."
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed and he was about to speak when Harry cut in, "We synchronized years ago when she saved my life, and one of her Mana type helped my father save the world from a madman's insane experiment, so no, I won't 'change Mana's' and you according to the contract, can't force her to leave.
Albie grit his teeth, not even bothering to hide his frustration, and ground out, do you have any idea what kind of damage this kind of information could do to the wizarding world? The boy-who-lived hates the wizarding world, and has a Mana aligned with evil. They would loose hope, and easily fall victim to another dark lord."
"If they need a child to prevent it, then they deserve to fall," Harry pointed out. "in fact tomorrow's article will be most enlightening for the wizarding world."
"Article?" Dumbledore asked warily
"I met an interesting reporter when we went for my supplies. I agreed to give an interview, and told her that if the resulting article is factual, and not embellished, she'll get more stories from me, including crimes perpetuated by you," Harry explained while smirking. "Of course, those other articles being released will depend on weather or not you, or the Weasley's provoke me."
"I have commited crimes to you," the headmaster protested.
"How about, line theft, grand larceny, and illegally sealing two wills?" Harry shot back smugly.
"That was..." Dumbledore started.
"Don't care, the funds are being recovered, contract canceled, and wills read, so unless you, or the family that made the marriage contract piss me off, consider the matter dropped, but piss me off, and your crimes will be all over the Prophet," Harry interrupted. "Now is there anything else?"
Dumbledore sighed and shook his head before speaking, "Fine I can accept that for now, but I'm going to have to insist your first night be in the dorms, so that you can meet your housemates." Dumbledore paused before asking, "I saw you in pain earlier, why was that?"
"I don't see what Business it is of yours," Harry scoffed as he got up, only to clutch his shoulders in pain again.
"A student's health is my business, change of plans, let's get you to our Medi-witch, Pomfrey, I want her to check you out," Dumbledore lectured.
Harry nodded, too out of breath from trying not to scream to argue, and the headmaster did have a valid point.
Dumbledore led Harry to the hospital wing, and was acting as a brace, since he KNEW that Harry's pride would force him to walk, although a quarter of the way there Harry collapsed to his knees with a scream of pain.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Dumbledore cast the levitation charm and floated the now pale and sweating boy to the hospital wing, hurrying because two more waves of pain swept through him on the way there, each closer together, and more intense.
"Poppy, I have a student here in pain, and need you to check him out. He recently went through a blood adoption ritual and has been having pain ever since," Dumbledore explained as he reached the hospital wing, and levitated the pale and sweating boy to a bed. He was just in time for another wave of pain to hit Harry.
"Let's see," The medi-witch commented, before starting a set of diagnostic spells. "Who are you young man?"
"Harry Kiesling," Harry gasped out, in even greater pain then ever before.
"Are either of your parents not quite human? Or has special features?" She asked concerned.
Harry was about to speak and stopped looking at the headmaster, whom sighed and left after saying, "Pompy, Tell me if there is anything that's a danger to the other students, and whatever else you can within the limits of confidentiality."
"Why should I trust someone whom works for him?" Harry gasped out.
"Two reasons, first I am oath bound to keep anything I find confidential. Second, I'm the only medi-witch you'll have access to in Hogwarts," came the woman's reply.
Waiting for yet another wave of pain to pass, he considered the response and realized he had no choice, well that and his mind was fuzzy from pain.
"Mom, artificial human, sprout wings at will," Harry managed before passing out in the final wave of pain, accompanied by ripping cloth.
The last thing he remembered before the blackness claimed him, was Madam Pomfrey's gasp of surprise.