Harry was going over the last of his packing. he needed to make sure he got everything before they left. Last week Clark had gotten his letter to Hogwarts and that made Harry the last of the four friends to get one. It had been decided that once the others got their letters, Draco and Alisha, and Mr. Wilkins take the kids to the UK and stay at his godfather's place for the time being until the soon to be students went to Hogwarts.
Clark's parents would not be joining them, they said it was because they had to stay for their jobs but Clark had told Harry that it was mostly because they hated magic and wanted to stay as far away from it as possible. Clark even told him that they were hoping that Hogwarts was going to get his magic under control and nothing else. Clark was perfectly fine to leave his parents behind.
"Hey Harry… you sure you need this thing?" Harry looked away from his list to Greg holding a very heavy prototype magic car engine Harry had been tinkering with.
"I suppose not… haven't touched that project in a long time. You can just set it down anywhere." Harry replied before returning to his list. Not even concerned with the heavy thud that followed. "You need water?" Harry asked not taking his eyes off his check list.
"Very much please." Greg said falling back on a beanbag chair. Harry whistled a command to one of his more successful projects. A small bird mech flew out a hanging birdhouse and flew down to the kitchen. It was true that Harry could just ask Tokky for the water but both of the boys thought this way was way cooler. The bird mech soon returned with a glass of water in its talons. It handed it off to the Goyle heir and returned to its birdhouse. "I still can't even begin to figure out how you make these things."
"if it helps no one does. Not even my cousin knows and he's the smartest guy in the world."
"What about that guy you were telling me about the other day… Hawkwin or something."
"Stephen Hawking. And yeah, he's like super crazy smart. He so smart that he's figured out how the universe works." This was of course a very simplified version of the important work that said man had contributed to science, but Greg needed simplified versions of things like physics. Intelligence just wasn't the boy's strength, he wasn't dumb but he was better at physical tasks rather than mental ones. "But my cousin is still really smart… okay… I think all that is left is to actually pack everything up." Harry said as he peered over his list to the pile of stuff in front of him.
Draco sipped his wine as he waited for harry and Greg to finish up packing Harry's things for the trip. They would be staying at 12 Grimmauld Place for the time being. Sirius was happy to let them stay with him. Draco had after let Sirius stay for a extended period of time to get acquainted with his godson. They would stay there until Harry, Clark, Sandra, and Blake went off to Hogwarts. It was then that Alisha and Jack would move to Hogsmeade while he stayed at Hogwarts as the DA teacher.
Draco shuddered at the thought. It had been a grim reality for him but somehow he knew that since arriving in this time he would take the job at some point. Best he could do is use his knowledge of his classmates and the future events and possible relationships to guide many of them down a better path or a path just as good.
"Tokky. Is everything packed for the trip?" Draco said as he tried pushing the current thoughts from his mind away.
"Yes master, Tokky has everything ready for master's family." The House-Elf responded with tears in his eyes.
"Ah don't worry Tokky, Alisha will still need you while me and Harry are at Hogwarts." Draco said this but he also felt a stab to the heart every time he thought about not being able to sleep in the same bed as his wife. "And Sirius needs your help too, his House-Elf is mean and doesn't do his job because he's old and cranky." Tokky gasped at that.
"That is no reason for a House-Elf to not dos his job for his master. Poor Master Black. Tokky will take good care of him."
"Very good, now go make some lunch for everyone. I'm sure you would enjoy that."
"Oh Yes, thank you Master! Such a kind master Tokky has." The House-Elf said before Apparating away While Draco returned to his wine.
"Did you enjoy that little display?" Draco asked before Dumbledore walked out of the hallway to the foyer.
"I was not eavesdropping if that is what you are implying. I was merely being polite and waiting for you to finish." The Headmaster said as he walked over to the table was sitting at.
"Sure… why are you here."
"I need you to come to Hogwarts a little bit early. The other professors have been a little worried about just who will take the position."
"Very well." Draco said not giving much fight as he knew it was unavoidable. "Once I see everyone off I will return with you to Hogwarts." Draco said as he brought out Elodie. "Tell everyone that we will be leaving a bit early." The Ghost nodded before flying off to inform the other residencies of the manor and their guests. "Exactly why are they worried?" Draco said as he turned to Dumbledore.
"Mainly because of the fact many are now aware that you are the one who kidnaped Harry as a baby. That and they know little to nothing about you." Draco sighed, this was not something he wanted to do. Explain himself. He knows what he did was the right thing to do even if other couldn't see beyond the information they thought was all they needed to make a judgment on a situation.
"I see… well I hope I can turn a few minds over to the truth." Draco said as the sound of people coming down the nearby stairs announced that everyone was coming as requested.
Crota moved through the halls of the house that had been the family home of the One he Waited for. The cobwebs and dust didn't move as he unnaturally glided through the manor. This Riddle family was apparently quite wealthy at some point. The markers of wealth were apparent to the Hive God as his eyes glazed over everything that passed him.
But right now he was looking for one specific item. A ring. The ring came to him in a vision. It was a black stone set in a gold band. It pulsed with energy neither Light nor Dark. Just pure energy and power. These fools thought it nothing more than a trinket but Crota knew that it was a magnificent prize.
Crota stopped as he felt something under the floorboards beneath him. The eyes of his false body looked down, the boards cracked and bent until they revealed what he wanted. Crota felt a few cutting spells launching around him. Like blades of air flying around him, attempting to cut him to ribbons, they had been trying to do so since he stepped foot in the building. But only now were they close to shattering his outer defenses. Crota leaned down to pick up his prize… it was beautiful. The gold band pulsing the dark energies of his soon to be master. The black stone set in the band, a artifact of creation itself.
Then Crota snapped out of his admiring of the ring to dodge the shot aimed for his head. It was far too close for the Hive God's tastes. He had been distracted by the beauty of the ring not to have noticed the other person taking aim but he caused himself for not noticing the being's presence before. Crota turned around to see a man… no it was some synthetic. Crota was confused, this planet had yet to reach that level of technology. Crota then realized who this being was.
"You are one these Guardians I have heard about." Crota hummed as he turned around. His glowing green and white eyes meeting the red lights that masqueraded as true eyes. Crota's smug smile turned to a frown when he saw the gun in the synthetic's hand. It pulsed with anger, rage, and hate. It wasn't directed anywhere but Crota could tell that getting hit but it would certainly do damage to more than his host body. "You know you can't kill me, you could never even hope to wound me." The synthetic said nothing before running at Crota. It fired a few more shots at the Hive God. Crota dodged the first three and attempted to deflect the last but to his surprise and horror the round was not deflected and shot right through his hand. The Guardian was above Crota while the Hive God stared at the hole in his hand. Before the synthetic could fire a shot into Crota's head a manifestation of Crota's true form surrounded his puppet body and slammed his sword into the guardian, launching him back down the hall. Crota continued to stare wide eyed at the hole in his hand. The veins around the wound had turned a sickly black and he could feel less and less from the hand.
"Tricky bastard." Crota heard the false being curse out as it stood back up.
"That weapon in your hand… it is not an object that a Light Being would use. It is evil… its hate unbound, its corruption absolute." Crota mused as he now felt a bit of interest in the fight.
"This is Thorn…" The machine said as it held the gun up. "And yes… I hate this thing." The guardian said as he looked over the weapon before quickly unloading its payload on Crota, all of the rounds absorbed by the shade of the Hive God's true form. "But I hate you even more!"
"Fascinating, it thinks it can hate." Crota mocked as the Light Being walked slowly towards him once again. the barrage of cursed shots never letting up. "Tell me Guardian, what did I do to you in your time that you hate me so much that even I, a offshoot of the one who hurt you, you would still act so reckless to kill me." Crota's answer was smoke bomb. The Hive God would have sighed if he was a lesser being. Instead he just stared at in the smoke. When the smoke cleared the synthetic was gone and a large contraption was in its place. On top of what Crota assumed was a bomb was a note.
Dear God zombie assface
Enjoy the bomb and the thought that I currently have your master tied up with a ball gag in his face while hardcore clown porn is playing in front of him. I know Voldemort is your goal so it will be my mission in life to turn him into a gibbering wreak of a person incapable of doing anything more than mumbling nonsense and shitting in a corner.
Have a terrible Day ;)
Crota's hands were trembling in rage. The letter was soon crumbling away into dust. Crota didn't even notice the bomb going off and destroying the manor in a ball of fire, his anger was far too great to let him notice such triviality.
Harry was walking through the streets of London. Sandra, Clark and Blake behind him. He had never been to Europe before, and now he was in essence his homeland. Where his parents were born and raised.
It had been a few days since he and his friends had moved into his Godfather's home. Grimmauld Place was… very much not what Harry had been expecting. His Godfather was a warm bright man that could make anyone laugh. The place he lived at was a stark contrast to that. It was dark and depressing. Harry at least now had an idea on what Sirius life was like at Harry's age.
Right now they were going to Diagon Alley to get their supplies for school and most importantly their wands. The four were each excited to get their main tool for magic. But they were also excited to see what a magical community like Diagon alley was like.
"Okay… here we are." Sirius said as he stopped at Leaky Cauldron. "Now lets just get through this place without attracting too much attention." Sirius warned before he started to open the door.
"Why?" Sandra asked much to the ire of her male friends.
"Because I don't want to deal with… the customers." Sirius said trying to keep his eyes off his godson. He had come to know Sandra's love for chaos and wasn't about to tell her that Harry was famous. Harry currently had a hood over his head so he doubted that people would see his face and recognize him, he did so look like James. "Some of them are a little blitzed and not people that should around kids." Sirius said before opening the doors. And leading the kid in.
The Leaky Cauldron was a small pub that many would not notice unless you been there before. Mostly because of the anti-muggle charms on the place but it certainly looked like the tpe of place that only locals would go to.
"Ah, Lord Blake. The usual, right?" The bartender asked Sirius as the group walked in.
"Uh… no. I'm just walking through on our way to get school supplies." Sirius said motioning to the four kids behind him.
"Oh, and who are the young wizards here?"
"A few muggle-borns that just need some help." Harry could hear a few scoffs at that. Clearly not everyone present was friendly to muggles.
"Oh well good luck in your studies kids." The bartender gave a friendly smile as the kids followed Sirius to the back. But to the kids surprise and disappointment all that was behind the bar was a small open storage space. Harry's godfather smiled to the kids and tapped on the bricks with his wand. Soon the bricks started to rearrange themselves into an archway. Clark, Sandra, and Blake were amazed by what was beyond. Crowds of Witches and Wizards shopping in anticipation for the coming school year and going about their daily lives. Harry meanwhile was trying to figure out just how the arch worked and just how they were able to fit the alley in the limited space behind the muggle buildings. His more scientific focused mind was trying to figure out a logical explanation for it all.
"Okay kid?" Sirius asked when he noticed that his godson's eye were darting between everything not in awe but confusion.
"Pocket dimension? No… we're still in London." Harry mumbled and continued to think up any theory of science.
"Come on kid." Sirius chuckled as he helped his godson move through the arch.
Draco had arrived at Hogwarts. Currently he was unpacking his clothes and suits into his professor suite. It was strange being back to this place as a professor. The last time he was here was that first night when he met Dumbledore. And the last time back in his own time was as a guardian.
He had escorted a few ghosts to Dumbeldore's grave in hopes that he too could be a Guardian But it turned out not to be the case. Either Dumbledore just wasn't meant to be reborn or Draco hadn't found the right Ghost. The castle itself was better preserved then most of the post collapse earth. the Founders had been true masters of magic and created a great runic array around the school that lasted for many centuries after the disaster that dropped the Wizard population.
And the last time he had come to this place in his first life was for the wedding between Harry and Ginny Weasley, how and why he was invited he didn't know. But now… it was truly surreal. The emotions that were going through the Warlock's mind were conflicted to say the least.
He pushed down his emotions and checked himself in the mirror. He was currently wearing his best suit, Black and White with a tiny bit of gray trim. These were the colors he always wore as a Guardian, they were his colors. The suit was very classy, but not overtly formal. He knew that they were expecting a wizard's robe but Draco would present himself in the world that he had lived in for majority of his lives. After checking his tie one last time, something that his wife normally did for him, he walked out the door.
As he walked down the halls, memories of his time here passed by. All of them disgusted him to various degrees. The looks the portraits at his attire did distract him slightly. Some of them looked irate that someone so muggle was allowed in, most others were more curious.
"Alright… he said to wait until the card turned green." Draco mumbled to himself as he pulled out a green card Dumbledore had given him. As far as Draco knew, none of the other professors knew he was even in the school. Draco waited for what felt like forever until finally the card turned green. He didn't understand why he felt so worried and nervous. Draco opened the large doors that led into the staff meeting room. The sound of the doors creaking did not help his nerves. Everyone was arranged around a long U shaped table. The heads of houses sitting next to the headmaster, the only spot open was one next to Snape and the hack of a divination teacher.
"And here he is…" Dumbledore said as if he had just answered a question. "May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Draco Kendal." Dumbledore said, Draco nodded with only the slightest smile as it was all he could muster at the moment. "Mr. Kendal, you can take your seat between Severus and Sybill." Dumbledore motioned to the empty seat.
"Thank you Headmaster." Draco bowed slightly before beginning his walk to the seat only to stop halfway and then sharply looking up to the ceiling, the spot being right above his intended seat. Draco growled slightly and brought out Elodie.
"Yes master Draco?" The small light construct asked. The Wizards going wide eyed at the sight of never before seen magic. Or at least what they assumed was magic.
"Could you please capture the specter in the above my seat please. This is a new suit and I rather not get it dirty today." Once Draco had finished speaking there was a flash and the poltergeist know as Peeves was in front of him.
"How did you figure me out! No one should be able to see me, no one! No one! No one!" The jester like poltergeist yelled as it threw a tantrum.
"Elodie." Draco said not in the mood for the childish antics of Peeves. The Ghost nodded and quickly transmitted Peeves away, much to the shock of everyone even Dumbledore. They all stayed quiet as Draco took his seat. It was Snape that broke the silence with a slow clap.
"I must say bravo, that little pest had been an annoyance for years. I'm glad someone finally was able to fix that problem." Snape chuckled.
"Thank you, I will release the poltergeist once I feel that he has learned his lesson." Draco said as he adjusted himself, he then held out a hand like he was holding a wine glass. "Elodie, 1990 Margaux if you would." The Ghost nodded before transmitting a glass of the requested red. "Ah…" Draco said after taking a sip of the wine. "I'm guessing you all have questions."
"A few to start with." Professor Minerva McGonagall said though was speaking for the whole staff. "For starters, I don't believe I've ever heard of you before, what makes you think you are qualified for the position?"
"I have killed all manners of dark creatures, I have fought many a dark wizard in my time. I am in certain circles regarded as nothing short of genius. As for why you have never heard of me, it is likely I live in America and I tend to stay in the muggle world." Draco said before taking a sip of his wine. "I have long since left the magical world as I find it backward and stuck in the past. But… your headmaster convinced me to reintegrate back into the magical world for various reasons." Draco said nodding to Dumbledore. "Have I sufficiently answered your question professor?"
"For now." Minerva replied, she was looking at the headmaster, she was planning on talking with him more about this man later.
"Could you explain what your flying companion is sir?" Professor Flitwick asked, clearly intrigued by the Ghost.
"I am Master Kendal's Ghost." Elodie said as she flew over to the half-goblin. "It is a pleasure to meet you all." Elodie did the Ghost equivalent of a curtsy and continued on with what she was. "I am a magical construct, created to act as master Kendal's guide and companion. To help him where I can, I am able to transmit objects as you had seen with Master Kendal's wine, these objects are stored in a separate space until such a time they are needed. I also have many other utilities that I use to serve Master Kendal."
"Truly intriguing, is it possible for others to gain a similar yourself." Flitwick asked., the sound of Draco snorting slightly answered that.
"The being that created Elodie is far from reach and is beyond human understanding. The creation of more Ghosts is a feat that is beyond us mere mortals." Draco answered, a few of the professors were able to pick up the tones of reverence Draco had for who or whatever made Elodie.
"You said you lived in the muggle world…" Snape started, he had picked up on that the second by Draco said it. "… to what extent?"
"I currently own and run the largest Tech Company in the world. I have been named man of the year by Time magazine. My wealth outclasses small nations. I am singlehandedly bringing the Muggle world into a future that will make the magical one look archaic comparison." Draco said flatly before returning to his wine. The professors were shocked, some at the claims of wealth, others at the declaring that he was going to make the muggle world better than their own. while there were few on the Hogwarts staff that hated or feared the muggle world… there were quite a few people that still thought the magical world was the superior of the two. "And I have yet to tell you all the biggest shock of myself." Draco chuckled before finishing off his glass. "Elodie."
"Yes, master Draco." Elodie nodded and a flourish of white boxes the glass was once again filled.
"Ah, perfect… as always Elodie."
"That you Master Draco."
"And what is this biggest shock?" Snape said with a raised eyebrow.
"That I was the one who has been raising Harry Potter these years." Draco said before taking his first sip of the new glass. Prepping himself for the chaos that was coming.
Harry stood in front of the wand shop with his friends standing next to him. They had spent the last few hours shopping, Harry's favorite had been the pet shop. He found a snow white owl that he had just felt some kind of connection to the second he entered the store. Sirius said that it was a sign that it would someday become his familiar. But now Harry and his friends were standing in front of the store that held that was important tool they would need.
They all were nervous, getting their first wand. Sirius had joked that involved long needles and stripping down to their underwear. He had made that joke at the ice cream shop and the store owner yelled at him a little for scaring the young wizards. So Harry and his friends knew it didn't involve anything like that but they were still nervous.
"Well… you kids ready?" Sirius chuckled as he gave the four a small push forward.
"Let's hurry up and quit being babies." Sandra declared and stormed forward. The boys followed her and they entered the shop. When they entered it was a mess, boxes stored on lined shelves had been thrown out. Papers flying around them never really settling down.
"Oh customers…" They heard a elderly man shout out as he ran over to them. "I am so sorry about the mess, a young man came in and… well… he didn't get it right on the first try." The man said in a half chuckle. "But I'm sure that we can get you all a wand today." The man then turned to Sirius. "Ah, Lord Black, I remember your wand quite well Twelve inches, ash, dragon heart string, pliable."
"Yes…" Sirius said a little uneased by the wand maker. "… well these kids need wands."
"Yes yes… lets see here." All of a sudden measuring type came out from nowhere and began moving around the kids at what appeared to be at random. "Curious…" Ollivander mumbled before returning to the shelves of wands. The four kids could hear him continue to mumble as he went through the wands. He eventually came out with one box. "For the young lady, thirteen inches, Ebony, Rougarou hair, very sturdy. A very interesting wand, made by a colleague of mine in America but for you… I think it just might work." The man said as he handed Sandra the box. Sandra took the box and quickly opened it excited to finally have her own wand. All sense of nervousness gone and replaced with anticipation. The wand was long and jet black, it notched down to the handle that itself ended in an almost bladed curve back. The second she held it, she waved it across and a stream of fire erupted and dissipated before it could anything. "Maybe not?"
"No… I meant to do that." Sandra said as she stared at her wand with joy.
"A fiery one you are…" The boys in the group gave the elderly man a look that said you have no idea. "Next one…" Ollivander said before returning to the shelves. "Ah… here… try this…" The elderly man said before handing a box to Blake. "Nine inches, Alder, Phoenix tail, pliable." Blake took the simple wood wand, other than a slight twisting it was just a normal stick. He waved the wand and a nearby glass shattered. "Nope, nope, nope… let's just take that…" Ollivander said as he took the box and wand from Blake. And returned to the shelves and then returned back with another box. "Six inches, Fir, Unicorn hair, very pliable." Blake took the wand out of the box. It was a short wand with a straight tip and hollow handle, with a hole large enough to put a finger through. And with one wave a shooting star came forth and flew around the store only to return to the wand it came from. "Splendid. And now for you." Ollivander nodded to Clark before getting a possible Wand. "Ten Inches, Larch, Dragon Heart String, very sturdy." Ollivander said as he came out and handed the wand to Clark. The Wand was fairly strange looking, like a stack of square boxes turning slightly with each stack. Clark took the wand out and was reluctant to do anything with it. "Well give it a wave!" The elderly man demanded, not wanting to wait to see if the wand was right or not. Clark quickly waved the wand and a shower of multicolored light erupted out of the wand. "Wonderful, and lastly… Mr. Potter. I know exactly what wand you are destined have." Before harry or Sirius could ask just how the elderly man knew who Harry was the man disappeared from view into the back of the store. He soon came back with another box. "This one… I'm sure of it." Harry took the box. "Eleven inches, Holly, Phoenix tail feather, nice and supple." Ollivander said as Harry took the wand. A shining light surrounded Harry and everyone in the shop could feel the magic around them pulsed with energy. "Yes… I knew it. I knew that we will be seeing great thing from you Mr. Potter.
"And why is that?" Harry asked.
"I remember every wand I ever sold Mr. Potter. And it just so happens, that the Phoenix who's tail feather that resides in your wand gave another feather… just one other. It is curious that your wand's brother… gave you that scar." Ollivander said as he pointed to Harry's forehead.
Today was the day all the brats would be coming back to school. Snape was currently not having the best morning. This was a day that he did not enjoy, it was the day his summer was over nd he would have to return to teaching brats that knew nothing and asked so many inane questions. Every now and then he would find a child that had a brain between their ears but that was few and far between.
As Snape strolled through the halls of Hogwarts, he mentally made a list of all of the newer potion ingredients that were available to him this year. Someone had made a rather large dotation to the school funds and for once it had no strings attached to it. So now he had an actually workable budget for the year. Maybe this year he might be able to give some of his more competent students more of a challenge.
Snape walked through the massive arch that led into the great hall. He was slightly surprised to find he was not the first one here like normal. Draco Kendal was already at the staff table and eating his breakfast while working on his muggle contraption. Snape's face hardened at the sight of the new DA professor. Snape had yet to fully make a proper opinion on the man.
On one hand, he was a strange man that favored a very muggle lifestyle. He was a unknown who's motives were a mystery to Snape. He was the guardian of the spawn of Potter. And least favorably of all… he looked too damn much like Lucius. Every time he would sit back and sip from a wine glass, it was as if the Malfoy Head was there himself.
But then on the other hand. The man was no fool. They both had discussions of topics that most people wouldn't have foggiest idea of how to go around. The man was smart and knew his subject, Snape had to say that he was a good choice for a DA teacher. He was also very much in the same camp as Snape when it came to the pinion that the current status quo could not hold up. They agreed on many issues concerning the magical world, and they would have very good debates on how one might go about fixing these issues. They would not argue like he would with Lucius or Minerva, but really debate. Draco would listen and offer a good and thought out counter, and had even conceded on a few times as did Snape. It was a nice change of pace to meet someone that he could talk freely with.
"Ah Severus, I recommend the blueberry jam today." Draco said not looking up from his muggle device. A hard frown was stuck on the man's face suggesting what ever he was doing was not pleasant.
"And what has you in such a foul mood." Severus said as he took his place on the staff table. A House-Elf quickly brought him his normal breakfast and coffee.
"My board of directors, they are like chickens with their heads cut off the second I'm away and something has gone wrong. And then once everything is great again they turn into backstabbing jackals. Damn good at their jobs but again, irritating in line." Draco explained as he continued to tap on his keyboard. He then pulled out his wand and conjured a… Snape's eyes widened at the sight of the feared red letter. "This should do it." Then in a flash of white boxes a new device appeared next to the other one. Draco inserted the Howler into the new device and once it went in a small ding rang rom the first deceive. "Heheh… and now I wait."
"I never knew that you could do such things with Muggle technology. I had always heard it tends to explode when in contact with Magic."
"Obsidian, it acts as a natural conductor of magic." Draco said as he lifted up his muggle device and opened the bottom. "Here, I place in all my products small obsidian tacks. They shield the devices from any ambient magic and thus protecting the internal components from frying from the increase in energy."
"Interesting, I assume you first learned about Obsidian's properties when you heard the stories of who it was used in the time of the Aztecs?"
"Exactly, the Aztecs were even more extreme in their persecution of Magic users then the western and Asian nations ever were. But I theories that suggest that the ruling class was in fact Magic users and simply didn't want to share power but those are just theories." Draco waved off before returning to the original topic. "The Aztec would use Obsidian not only because it was naturally razor sharp but also it was great in killing Magic users. One slash from a weapon that cut with Obsidian and it was likely that pieces would chip off and get into the wound. And soon into the body. this would short out a person's ability to use magic and thus easier to fight." This was what Snape had been thinking about earlier. This was the kind of discussion that the potions professor enjoyed.
"And because of that history, researchers haven't been too keen on seeing if it has any practical uses." Snape said after sipping his coffee. He had tried to have these sorts of talks with his other professors, but that ended quickly. Sprout, was nice to talk too so long as the topic was plant based. And there were many plants that were vital to potions and other arts but Sprout was only concerned with the plant, beyond that was not her concern. Flitwick, he was all theory and stuck to the conventional, rarely venturing past standard topics. And Minerva… there was still far to much ice between them for any discussion to end anywhere else but a shouting match.
Snape's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone else walking through the entrance of the great hall. Severus momentarily looked up from his breakfast to see the headmaster walking towards the staff table.
"Good morning, Severus, Draco." The Headmaster said in his normal cheerful way that Snape knew should annoy him but he had gotten far too used to it by this point.
"Headmaster." They both replied.
"So how is your lesson plan coming along Draco?" Dumbledore asked as he took his seat.
"Only sixth year and above will be in life threatening danger." Draco grunted as if he had been forced to compromise on that fact. "But I still get to teach the way I want to right?"
"So long as you stick to the agreement I will not stop you. Just know you will have to deal with the parents."
"Yes yes… and have you thought about my proposal?" Draco asked as he put away his muggle device.
"I have, and I agree with it. You have my blessing to see this new program through." Dumbledore said as he started to eat his syrup drenched pancakes.
"Thank you." Draco bowed slightly before walking off.
"Headmaster, what program was Kendal referring to?"
"Oh just wait and be surprised Severus." Dumbledore said with a magical wink that just made Snape want to gag.
Tracey Davis was waiting by the Hogwarts train waiting for her friend. She wasn't so much her friend but a person her grandfather had said would become her friend. And what her grandfather said was law to the heir of the Davis Family. They weren't one of the Scared Twenty Eight but they were a Pure-Blood family and a respected one at that. One that held many members of Slytherin house… the house she was expected to join.
Tracey sighed as her thoughts annoyed her. She didn't want to join that bunch of braindead rich kids. None of them could understand anything beyond their bank accounts. She would prefer to Join Ravenclaw but she couldn't. She needed to join Slytherin or there would be dire consequences for her and her mother.
Her father had been the heir to the Davis family but he committed what was considered a mortal sin and had a child with a muggle. Her. Tracey didn't remember her father that well but they were good memories as far as she could tell. But He died around the time she turned four, none of her family would say how though. But the day after he was gone was the day that everyone in the family had started treating her like dirt.
But things were going to be different. She was going to change it all. She was going to graduate top of her class and earn the respect of her family despite her being a Half-Blood. She was going to prove to her grandfather that she was worth of being his heir. She had the brains, her mother always said she was the smartest child she had ever met. So that is what she would use, she would be at the very top her class and prove that she was better than all those other Pure-Bloods.
Tracey was so involved at her hopeful thoughts that she had missed the sounds of people running towards her. it was too late when Tracey heard the yells and loud sounds of running, when she turned around so moron crashed into her. Her and the moron that ran into her fell to the ground with them falling on top of each other. Tracey could feel her face heat a bit up when she noticed that the moron that ran into her had his hand on her chest.
"Get off me you pervert!" Tracey cried as she pushed the boy off her.
"Whoa! Hey, I didn't mean to do anything!" The boy scrambled to defend himself. "I was just trying to get on the train on time and I ran into you. It was a mistake, that's all." Tracey glared at the boy, she felt that he was somewhat familiar to her but she couldn't remember. "Really I'm sorry but I didn't mean to do anything you think…"
"Harry!" What are doing?!" Another quickly grabbed the boy by his collar and began pulling him up. "We are already late."
"Are you friends with this moron." Tracey demanded of the new girl.
"Yes…" The new girl dropped the moron to floor while glaring at Tracey. "…Why? What's it to you?" Tracey was beginning to feel this might have been a bad idea. This girl looked and felt scary. But then another boy saved her by… doing something with his hands that made the scary girl's focus change from her to him. "Oh yeah. We're late! Come on idiot, we can't get stuck with someone we don't know." The scary girl pulled the moron boy back up and proceeded to lead both of the boys towards the train. Leaving Tracey for than slightly confused and flustered about the whole thing.
"So Harry, you going to explain what happened back there?" Clark asked as the four of them got settled in a train car. Clark and Harry sitting on one side and Sandra and Blake on the other.
"I don't know, everything was happening so fast and one second I was running to not be late and the next I was on top of this girl." Harry explained, still not completely clear on the details of the whole event. They had just gotten onto platform 9 ¾ and then Sandra yelled out that they were going to be late. Her father started pushing and cheering out for the four of them to hurry to get on to the train and then bam! He had crashed into the girl and was then on top of her like he said. Everything after was a blur of him trying to apologize and her accusing him of being a pervert.
But the second Harry said he was on top of the girl Sandra had a pretty good idea of what happened. But so did her brother. Blake quickly pushed his sister's face back and franticly began signing the word Details over and over again but it was kinda hard to tell that was what he was saying with one hand.
"I don't really have any… it's like I said, it happened so fast."
"Blake! Quit that!" Sandra said as she knocked away her brother's hand. "I know what happened!" But before Sandra could spell it out for Harry, Ron opened the door and sat down next to Clark.
"Thank Merlin you guys are here, my brothers wanted me to sit with them so they could try out all their new pranks on me." Ron breathed out as he had just come form running away from his brothers. He didn't notice that Sandra was glaring at him. She had yet to fully accept any of the Wizard kids as close friends. Friends yes but not close friends. Harry had been friends with her, Blake, and Clark for years before these Wizards ever even knew Harry. "So, anything happening with you guys?"
"Nope…" Sandra grunted before looking out the window. Harry getting to second base was a event meant for only his close friends, purely for mocking purposes given how it happened. Blake who didn't feel the same way as his sister looked concerned at Sandra but if she wanted to drop it then he would respect that. Clark who had been silent through the whole thing, mostly because he didn't understand what the big deal was followed their example.
Daphne was currently staring out the window, she was thoroughly bored out of her mind. She was currently sitting with the daughters of the other Pure-Blood families. Next to her was Pansy Parkinson. And across from her was Millicent Bulstrode. Two girls that had little between their head other than what prat they were going to marry. It truthfully sickened her. It sickened her even more because not too long ago she was among their number.
But then, she took a trip to the muggle world last year. Harry Potter and his muggle born friends had brought them to this huge building. And inside it was like a whole Diagon Alley inside one building. It was amazing, never before had she thought muggles could do things like that.
They went to all kinds of stores, clothing stores, make-up stores, something called electronic stores, and even a pet shop. It was so amazing, but it also by the end of the changed something in Daphne. She had her eyes opened to the fact that the world was so much larger than she thought it was. All those muggles in that building, there were so many of them. And later she learned from one of Harry's friends that there were seven billion people in the world and the magical population only accounts for six percent of it. She had no idea how small her world had been before that. At first she thought that it would scare her, or maybe make her mad but it didn't. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Knowing that she was so small in the grand scheme of things. That even as the heir of the Greengrass family she was a single drop in a ocean of people. People that would never know her or even of her. It was so freeing. But now…
She was forced to surrounded herself with these stuck up brats that thought the whole world revolved around their own little world. It made Daphne so glad that her perspective did such a 180. Right now they were talking about how some girl had the gall to wear a muggle hairpin to her first day at Hogwarts. Daphne say the hairpin and thought it was cute and wondered if it would make a nice gift for her sister for Christmas.
"And did you hear about the Davis heir?" Pansy said with a tone that suggested contempt, but at the same time a small bit of intrigue.
"Oh yes, that. Could it be anymore embarrassing. For that half-blood to make such a fool of herself in front of a up and coming celebrity like Harry Potter." Now that had caught Daphne's attention. But she made sure not to show it. She had a job to do, these girls saw her as the next princess of Slytherin house and she had to act like it. It was a mission she hated now but one given to her mother and father… and her newest idol.
"And then his head started getting bigger and bigger and then started turning purple." Ron explained to his friends the first real prank his brothers ever pulled. "Mum was so worried that Percy's head was going to pop." Next to him Clark was dying from laughter, Harry along with him. Across, Blake was silently chuckling though it looked like he was actively trying to hold it back.
"Did he?" Sandra asked, a look of awe and anticipation on her face.
"No." Ron said a little scared of Sandra.
"Aww… that's no fun."
"Ignore her, she just likes to cause chaos." Clark said giving a slight glare at Sandra who stuck her tongue out in response. To break up the incoming fight between friends the door to the cabin opened. They all looked up the sight of girl already in her Hogwarts robes and long brown hair.
"Excuse me, but have any of you…" She was interrupted by a large boy pushing her to the side. "Hey!" She shouted back but was ignored by the boy who made way for another, this one they all recognized as soon as he was in view.
"So the rumors are true, Harry Potter is on the train to Hogwarts." Draco Malfoy said with a smug smile that screamed self-impotence. "But it looks like you've fallen in with the wrong sort of crowd that befits your status." Draco said as he glared at Ron. "I know that you have been out of touch with these sorts of things but now that you have return to proper society, you will need someone that can show you just who is the right crowd, I can help you there." Draco stepped back as he awaited Harry to follow him out of the cabin. Harry just blankly stared back at the Malfoy heir before waving his hands in a shooing motion. He had always seen his cousin do this to other people who thought they were far more important than they actually were. Ron tried to keep his laughing at the dismissal to a low chuckle. Clark and Blake grinned at the disrespect, Sandra on the other hand didn't hide it at all and started laughing at the boy. "How dare you filthy mudblood!" Draco said enraged at both the refusal from Potter and Sandra's laughter at him.
"A Mudblood that could kick your ass." Sandra laughed not at all affected by the slur.
"So, this is the company you keep Potter? I expected better." Draco said before leaving the cabin, with Crabbe and Goyle behind him. Greg giving Harry a small nod of acknowledgment before leaving. Harry then stood up and went to help up the girl that had been pushed down.
"You okay?" Harry said as he helped the girl up.
"Yeah… wow! You're Harry Potter!" The girl yelled once she saw the face of the boy who helped her. "I've read all about you."
"Oh yeah… I need to talk to my cousin's lawyers about that." Harry made a mental note for later. "Well thanks for your interest."
"Is it true that you've been living with billionaire Draco Kendal for these years?"
"Yes, he's my cousin, He's great but you came here for a reason?"
"Oh yes, stupid of me to forget. A boy named Neville lost his toad and is looking for it. Have you've seen one."
Draco Kendal watched as the new years soldiered in through the doors to the Great Hall. Some of them either looked terrified or excited but most looked a bit of both. Draco was able to spot the head of his cousin, his friends, and his younger and lesser self. Draco laughed to himself at the smug look that was plastered on his younger face.
He was sitting at the end of the staff table, a plate of beef roast with potatoes and carrots waiting for him. It smelled heavenly, Tokky was a master in the kitchen but the House-elves of Hogwarts still held a special place in his heart.
"Now… before we begin. Headmaster Dumbledore would like to say a few words." Professor McGonagall said once the new years had been brought up to the front of the hall. Draco prepared himself for his introduction.
"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce." Dumbledore said as he stood up. "For the first years… please be aware that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden unless supervised by a teacher. And next I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Draco Kendal." Dumbledore waved to Draco and the Warlock stood up to introduce himself to the student body.
"Thank you Headmaster." Draco said giving a slight bow to his supposed new boss before turning to the rest of the Hall. "I will be frank, I did not want this job. I simply took it because I was coerced into it. I am much more at home in the muggle world where I don't need to deal with vampires, necromancers, and other nasty things that go bump in the night. But just because I can protect myself from these things doesn't mean you can. And as the future of the Wizarding World I see it as a responsibility for me to try and give you the knowledge and tools needed to survive what on the surface is a nice and soft world but i hope by the end of your time here you will not be so foolish to think so and be well prepared for it." With that Draco sat down. By the looks on the faces of both his colleagues and future students, he had done what he sought to do… confuse them, he did not want anyone here to figure him out so quickly.
Draco watched as Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, his younger self into Slytherin, Susan into Hufflepuff. He was interested that his interference had not changed her outcome. Then came Sandra.
"Sandra Wilkins." Professor McGonagall called. Sandra still had the same confident smirk that she always had and approached the sorting hat. That smirk turned to a frown the second the hat landed on her head.
"I see… interesting… not a native of this land but there is certainly a fire in you I like." The hat said in her mind. "Your loyalty to your family is commendable but that is merely a small part of you… yes… chaos, anarchy, disorder, those are the things in your heart. A love to see the play go on and never end, you find a still world a maddening one. So you will seek to make it move… and you have the ability to do so." The finished before speaking out loud. "Slytherin!" There was a much duller cheering for Sandra than there was for Draco, both the idea of a muggle born and a foreigner was not appealing to the Snakes.
"Blake Wilkins." McGonagall called out for the other Wilkins twin. Blake nervously approached the stool and sat down. Already fearing the idea of not being in the same house as his sister.
"Even more interesting… two of you… but so very different. Not only in your hearts but minds as well. You are unused to a voice in your mind. It is silent but not empty… no you think with more than words. The intelligence you hide form your family is great but it is not nearly what shines to me." Blake feared any other answer but Slytherin. "Hufflepuff!" The Hat called out and all color from Blake's face drained as he nervously went to his new house's table. Susan quickly went to bring him over by her, she hadn't learned sign language yet but she knew that he must be having a crises at the moment. Draco meanwhile was watching carefully. He knew he was going to have to figure something out for the deaf boy. His issues were very rare in the Magical World, and as such it was likely that many would not be equipped to help him. He was likely to have been placed in such a loyal group, Draco knew that any of the other three would have destroyed him in different ways. Draco had been so lost in his thoughts that he missed a few more students.
"Clark Samwell." McGonagall called out. Clark walked up to the hat and felt its words enter his mind.
"Hmm… confusion… much confusion in your heart. Your cunning is nothing of note. Your mind is dull and unrefined… ah… there we are. A bit of fire at me. you don't have the conviction for the Badger but…" The Hat finished in his mind. "Gryffindor!" Clark wasn't sure how he felt as he joined the cheering Loins.
"Harry Potter." The whole Hall turned quite at that. They all watched as Harry approached the Sorting Hat.
"So here we are… I knew this day was coming. And you are not at all what I expected. Your cunning is interesting… very interesting. You can gain what you want through guile and wit without effort. Your loyalty is something of legend, to your family, both the one in memory and living. But, what is fighting between each other for me is your mind and heart. Your mind… truly not since Rowena Ravenclaw have I seen such a mind. Logic and reason rule you and much of what you have seen has clashed with these laws of your reality. And your heart… your deep desire to change the world. To Fight the ways of old and bring about change. To brave those that will fight this… you are indeed not lacking in that. I can not… decide which is stronger… I guess I will have to go with what is true in your soul." Everyone waited for the Sorting Hat's answer, everyone at the edge of their seats.
Author's Notes
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Did I just leave you all on that cliffhanger, yes I did! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
And I'm going to make this worse… next chapter will be a flash back chapter. To when Draco first woke up as a Guardian.
You may ask Why? Why would I be such a dick? Because I want see how many people will actually review to tell me off. I know that it is not wise to challenge the internet like this but bring it on!
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WhiteElfElder Nah… she won't be Crota-ized. But thank you for thinking about possible plot stuff. And just because you reviewed, if you want to know which House Harry ends up in before anyone else, PM me and I'll tell you. :)