A/N: Just for all of the people convinced Harry is some god of magic let me explain this. Harry has this magical power so he can compete against Dumbledore. Think of it like this. Harry is the strongest man in the world, and Dumbledore is a master of martial arts. Dumbledore will still kick his ass in six seconds or less. Just as physical strength isn't everything, Harry has the power but he doesn't have the skill, knowledge, or technique yet. I hope that clears things up. This story will cover Harry's seven to eight years at Beauxbatons. So each year might have a chapter or two devoted to it.

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Through The Silence

By: Born a Ravenclaw

Beta Read By: Slicerness

Chapter 8

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Harry awoke with a customary groan and made his way over to the shower attached to his room. Overall he was very impressed with the accommodations that the school supplied for its students. He figured that they only gave these nice rooms to the higher powered students. Harry understood the academic reasons for dividing the students by power; this way that teachers could teach at a faster speed for the more powerful students and cover more, and slower for the weaker students.

When he cleaned up he donned his clothes and grabbed one of the clean robes as he made his way out the door. He saw Draco standing near the door waiting for Harry, followed quickly by Fleur, who had just left her room.

Making their way to the main entrance of their dorm Harry turned to his roommates and asked, "You guys have everything? We can make our way to the Dining Hall if you do."

Fleur smiled at Harry, "I think we have everything! I'm so excited for the first day of classes! This is going to be fun." She said excitedly.

"Well, I hope Beauxbatons lives up to the expectations!" An equally excited Harry replied.

Harry led the way with Fleur on his right and Draco on his left. When they entered everyone became quiet. Harry had just realized it wasn't every day that three of the most powerful people in the world just walked into a room together. They walked their way over toward the one familiar face who was sitting alone. Harry might not know Longbottom personally, but he had heard of their political power from Lucius. He could use Neville for when he began to implement his own plans.

Harry sat across from Neville with Fleur beside him while Draco took the seat next to Neville.

"So, you're Neville Longbottom right? I'm Harry Potter. This is Draco Malfoy and Fleur Delacour," Neville shook hands with all three of them and gave them all grateful nods. He didn't exactly want to sit alone on the first day of school. He was wary of Malfoy, but if he wasn't going to act like a pillock he could ignore who his father was.

"Hi, nice to meet you all. I expect we will be in classes together. I scored in the Mage category! I never would have expected it. I thought I would be weak. I thought I was a squib until I was around ten." Neville babbled.

Right at this point Daphne took the open seat next to Draco. Draco gave her a half hug, which caused Harry to slightly arch his eyebrow at his brother. Draco sent him a look that said, 'I'll explain later.', so Harry nodded and went back to eating and talking to Neville and Fleur.

That's when Flitwick stood at the front of the room and set off a weak concussion hex to get everyone's attention. "If you would all kindly turn your attention to me. Yes, I wanted to wish the new students a warm welcome! If you would all please turn your attention to the student in gold robes, Harry Potter. Yes Harry is the first person to wear golden robes at this school, and I would tell you his rank but I don't know it yet as it hasn't been decided upon. Harry has scored off of the charts with a 106. We have since sent in a letter to the Ministry and asked that they please create a new title for Mr. Potter so that we may be able to address him properly. We are still waiting on that owl but we will have it at some point!" Flitwick announced. The other students other than the first years were gawking at Harry openly. Harry was just starting to get annoyed when Flitwick spoke up and said, "First years, I'd like to inform you that as well as teaching Dueling, I am also the headmaster here at Beauxbatons." He waited for a few moments for the whispers to die down.

"Also, your timetables for your classes are available at the entrance. As you pass through the doors go to your left look for the letter corresponding with the first letter of your last name." He instructed, "Thank you."

Around this time Harry and his entourage had just finished eating. Since they would all be in the same classes they walked in a group toward the entrance. The crowd parted before Harry allowing their group to pass through. Knowledge of Harry's power and of the mystery surrounding him - as nobody knew anything about the Boy-Who-Lived personally - made Harry's peers slightly fearful and curious.

Harry made his way over to the P's so he could get his schedule while the rest of the group did the same. Harry grabbed his timetable and scanned it. He had Transfiguration with Professor Flamel, which was followed by Charms with Professor Flamel. Harry briefly wondered if the two respective Flamels were the infamous creators of the Philosophers Stone. Shrugging the matter away Harry began to walk off toward the indicated room.

Harry might have gotten lost but there were signs along the walls that indicated where he needed to go. Leading his group of friends to the first class of the day Harry ran into a lone redheaded boy meandering about in the corridor.

"Watch where you're going." Harry said as the boy had been staring off into space and walked right into him.

"Poorly kept clothes, red hair with a disgusting amount of freckles, and an intelligence less than that of a common farm animal: You simply must be a Weasley!" Draco declared pompously.

The boy turned slightly red and replied, "Polished to a shine with a wand permanently stuck too far up your ass; You must be a Malfoy!" He mocked.

The boy's comment was slightly clever. Under normal circumstances Harry would have liked to get to know the boy. But the ginger prick had just insulted his family, and by extension; him. "You will learn to respect your better's moron. I've killed one man and I'm not afraid of repeating the process." Harry snarled.

Now many people could say Ronald Bilius Weasley was a thick-headed dumbass. But even he was not stupid enough to deny that Harry Potter would be able to kill him before he even thought of a spell. Harry was shaping up to be the most skilled wizard in the century and Ron had barely scored in the average category.

Ron retreated with a series of mumbles that could be heard by the crowd he had left, "I knew I should have gone to Hogwarts... Ruddy Potter, doesn't know what he's talking about..."

Harry smirked and continued with his entourage toward Transfiguration. When they reached the room with very few seconds to spare Harry took a seat in the back. He wasn't about to give any of these kids a chance to cast a spell on him without him knowing who it was. Fleur took his right and Draco took the left. Neville sat in front of Harry with Daphne taking the seat in front of Draco.

A middle aged man entered and walked to the front of the room, looking slightly disgruntled. If Harry hadn't been as good at reading people as he was he wouldn't have realized this man was quite furious with something or someone.

"Good morning class and welcome to first year transfiguration. I am going to pass out a syllabus and you will tap your wand on everything on this list you already know." Professor Flamel began.

Harry received his parchment and checked a couple things here and there. He was an expert on a few of the basics but he had only been in the Wizarding World for a little while so his grasp was quite limited. He had only used the most basic of spells when he was dueling against Flint, though to his credit he had maximized their efficiency and crowd pleasing ability.

When Harry finished checking his list off he watched as it disappeared with a pop. The lists all appeared on the desk before the professor and a small list of spells appeared on the board.

"Well it appears all of you have covered these six spells so we can skip over them." He said, drawing lines through the first six spells on the board. "We'll start off on some theories and then we'll have a small practical portion at the end of the period. Now," And with that out of the way the teacher then began to teach the students about thousand year old theories and other such things. He was a very talented teacher and excelled at teaching in a way that left everyone able to understand the material.

By the end of the period Harry's knowledge on the mechanics of transfiguration had marginally increased.

"Now, I'm going to give each of you a series of items. I want you all to transfigure them into the required items by the end of the period." Flamel instructed.

Harry looked at his items. A wooden box needed to be turned into a metal bowl, a needle needed to be turned into an arrow, and a ring needed to be turned into a violin.

The needle into an arrow he did on his first try, the wooden box he did on his third. The ring into the violin was much more difficult than the other two combined, but Harry channeled all of his focus into the spell and accomplished it on his seventh try.

"Thirty points to the quickest transfiguration I've ever seen from a boy your age." Said a somewhat more cheerful Professor Flamel.

Nodding his thanks he realized that most people were just getting to the box. Harry turned to Neville and noticed he was having troubles with his casting. His spell was flawless and his movements were perfect, but the box just did not want to shift any more then.

"Neville, is that your wand?" Harry asked. It was the only plausible reason Harry could come up with as to why the spell wasn't working for poor Neville.

"It's my dad's Harry. Why?" The depressed boy replied.

"Because your spell work is flawless, so I'm assuming that your wand is not very well attuned to you. You need to get a new wand mate." Harry answered.

"I'll write my Gran and see what she thinks." Neville decided.

Harry nodded and made his way back to his seat. Fleur and Draco were neck and neck on the ring to violin transfiguration. "Yes!" Fleur cheered seconds later, finishing well before Draco.

"Ugh, not again," Draco grumbled. He reached into his pockets and gave Fleur another two galleons. Harry smiled; Draco really needed to improve his gambling skills.

Draco cast the spell after he'd given over the coins and his ring became the violin.

The last two members of the group finished and they all sat to waited and see if Flamel would be assigning anything else. Flamel looked up from his papers and told the students they could leave.

"You guys go ahead. I need to talk to Professor Flamel." Harry told them as they grabbed their stuff and left the room. He walked to the front of the room and stood in front of Professor Flamel's desk and spoke, "Professor I was wonder if I could possibly have a moment of your time?"

"You may Mr. Potter." The Professor replied, finishing what he was writing before looking at his student.

"I was wondering if I could possibly have some extra tutoring in Transfiguration. I was hoping to be a Transfiguration and Dueling Master by the time I graduated from here." Harry explained.

"Well, let me get a better grasp on your talents Mr. Potter. I have seen nothing but great spell casting so far but I need to get to know you as a student and apprentice before I would take you on. You certainly seem to have the potential, but I need to see more of your spellcasting before I take that kind of step." Professor Flamel answered.

Nodding, Harry thanked the man for his time and made his way out the door and saw Fleur had waited for him. Smiling at her the two students began to make their way to lunch. When they got there the two began the scan for the other members of their group. Finding them due to Draco's robes standing out, they made their way to the table that they had occupied the day before and took the seats they had sat in.

"So, what did you guys think of the first class?" asked Harry.

"I found it fairly easy." said Draco.

"Apparently not as easy I did!" Fleur boasted.

Draco palmed his face; he knew he would not live down his loss in the competition between the two of them. They sat there and traded thoughts of the school and the one Professor they had in class so far back and forth. When lunch had started to wind down the group gathered their things and made their way to their next class.

When they walked into the Charms room, Harry saw a faint distortion in the air in the back left hand corner. "Good afternoon Professor Flamel." Harry greeted casually. While Draco and the others looked at Harry like he was stupid for greeting empty air, Fleur was looking at the corner with narrowed eyes, she knew something was there but she could just see the faintest of outlines.

Removing the Disillusionment Charm from herself Professor Flamel said, "Twenty points to Mr. Potter for being the first person to spot my disillusioned self."

Making his way to his seat Fleur turned to Harry and said, "Goodness Harry, you've already got us fifty points!" They were both in a group together with Draco, so they had an almost guaranteed chance of gaining the benefits being the highest scoring dorm granted them, despite the other dorms having several dozen times more students.

Harry just rolled his eyes and looked forward at the teacher.

"Now I am here to teach you all Charms. This class will be mostly practical because the theories and other such things will not be necessary until your third to fourth year. That all depends on your speed. Now look around, these will be the people you are educated with for the duration of your time here at Beauxbatons. Some of you will be the powerful students who excel in this class, while others will drag behind. I teach by student. I do not teach for the entire class. If one student falls behind then they will be responsible for catching up. I am not going to hold the rest of the class back because one student cannot keep up. If necessary, I will teach the person in private so they can keep up. Now that you know of my expectations, welcome to your first year of Charms. I am Professor Flamel." Said the determined woman. Harry liked this teacher. If he got ahead then she would be fine with him working ahead, something he was glad to hear.

She gave the students a couple of spells to work on; such as the Tickling Charm, Itching Charm, Pinching Charm, Levitation Charm, and about twenty extras. She explained that when each student could quickly do all of these spells and had mastered them she would give them credit and allow them to move on to the next set of spells.

Harry could do five of the spells at a speed that satisfied him by the end of the class; earning him 25 points. Most of the class was on two or three, but Fleur was on seven; earning her a total if 50 points, 15 extra being awarded for being the best in class. She seemed to be rather gifted when it came to charms.

Harry left the class and made his way to dinner. As he sat with his friends discussing the day and eating Harry began to feel slightly tired. Noticing the same fatigue in the rest of them by the end of the meal Harry led the way back to the first year corridors. After said goodbye to Neville and Daphne the most powerful trio in school made their way to their dorms.

Harry fell into his bed, exhausted, but not before casting a full set of ward and alert charms around his bed. They were the first things that every Pureblood child learned. One was never too careful.

Harry woke up and got ready for the day, that day bled into a week, and eventually into a month.

Harry's life became a little more interesting on the first day of November. He had been sitting in class and when the bell rang the entire class was ushered out onto the Quidditch field where they saw every single student in the first year out on the pitch.

"Welcome! All the students who would enjoy being on the schools Quidditch teams please step forward!" Harry looked at Draco and they stepped forward. They were surprised when Daphne and Fleur joined them.

"What? Just because my dad was a politician doesn't mean I can't enjoy playing Quidditch does it?" Fleur declared challengingly with a wink in Harry's direction.

What came next was the most organized chaos of a Quidditch tryout that Harry would ever see. Each student who wanted to be a Beater or a Chaser was separated from the rest. The Keepers and the Seekers were ushered to the other side of the field. Harry, Fleur, and Daphne all stayed on the one side of the field, as they all wanted to play Chaser. Draco wanted to be a Seeker so he waved goodbye and made his way to the other side.

Harry was born to fly. That was quickly discovered at Malfoy Manor when Harry and Draco first went out onto the pitch. Draco was an experienced flyer and could likely go pro one day. But Harry was born to fly, he pulled stunts that people who had years of experience on a broom couldn't, or flat out wouldn't, do. By the time Harry went onto the pitch for the fourth time he was outplaying Draco in every way. Harry could have been Seeker, but it wasn't fun enough for him.

The Reserve Keeper for the Holyhead Harpies went to the goal. Anybody that scored two goals or more could go onto the next round. Anyone with less would be eliminated. On Fleur's first run she scored two, while Daphne did one better and barely scored a third. When Harry went he managed to score all five of the shots they were allowed to shoot. The Keeper had been told to play easy on the students, but when Harry had scored all five on her she decided she would play her very best and see what he could do on his second run.

After most of the wannabe's were separated from those with at least some amount of talent the score needed to move on was raised to three. Fleur scored all three, Daphne tied her this time and scored three goals again.

Everyone had seen Harry's last run and were eager to see what he could do against a professional player playing at her peak level; the Keeper wasn't to quiet about her promise to not hold back.

Harry ran his first round and barely got his shot in on high side ring. The keeper was a lover of all things talented when it came to Quidditch, so when Harry launched the ball at speeds exceeding one hundred and fifty miles an hour she was starting to have extremely inappropriate thoughts about an up-and-coming Quidditch star.

Harry's second shot was a bit riskier. He went flying straight at the chaser and threw the ball directly over her head. The shot bounced directly off of the ring and back into Harry's waiting hand. The dark haired Chaser applicant didn't stop the balls momentum; he did a back flip by kicking out on the bottom of his broom and lifting the handle to slingshot the ball so that it went rocketing toward the center of the left hoop at speeds of around two hundred miles an hour.

When Harry made that shot the crowd went wild. Many people would try to replicate it later, but the only person who could actually do it was Harry himself.

His third shot was a simple curve ball into the third ring. The keeper had been expecting something tricky so he scored an easy shot on her due to her own over-preparation.

Now that he had his required shots in Harry decided to have some fun. He accelerated his broom at full speeds up into the air. After he was around a mile up he just stopped. He began to feel the broom freefall back toward the ground and he became giddy with the feeling. When he was but a few yards above the ground he pulled up hard and barely avoided a messy end. Using the speed temporarily gifted to him from the freefall Harry arched through the air and did a quick dump shot through the second hoop. The Keeper didn't even try and stop the ball by that point, as it would have probably taken her arms off, Charmed and Enchanted gloves or not.

His fifth shot was his favorite. He threw the ball high into the air and began to spin like a top on his broom. After his seventh spin he began to feel the ball coming back down and slammed the broom into the side of the ball. His shot was perfect, but the keeper managed to stop it in the nick of time. The move was more of a crowd pleaser then an effective maneuver, so she had plenty of time to stop it.

Slightly dizzy from the spinning and giddy from the flying Harry landed next to Fleur and put an arm around her shoulder to catch his breath. When Fleur blushed and wrapped an arm around his waist, Harry decided to leave his arm where it was, even after he recovered.

The Keeper landed next to Harry and wasted no time; kissing him full on the lips. She was only fifteen and was the Reserve Keeper for the Harpies. It was legal for school age students to be Reserve professional players once they were thirteen.

Harry was way too surprised to react, but Fleur looked furious. She didn't say anything, but Harry could tell she was upset that this Harpy (No pun intended) would dare lay a hand on her man. Harry subtly squeezed her shoulder to let her know who Harry really had feelings for. She let out a small smile and laid her head on his shoulders.

"Mr. Potter, after that amazing session of flying I wanted to offer you the team Captaincy for one of the four teams in your grade." Headmaster Flitwick offered easily.

"I'd be honored to accept, as long as I get to choose my team of course." replied Harry.

"Of course, Harry." The Headmaster answered. He handed Harry the golden badge for being a Quidditch Captain, and five bronze badges for the Beaters, Keepers, and Chasers as well as a silver one for his Seeker. Harry handed one of the bronze badges back, since he would be taking one of the Chaser positions.

Harry gave the other two bronze badges to Daphne and Fleur to make up his Chasers alongside himself and saw Draco making his way toward them cackling merrily in a manner eerily reminiscent of the elder Malfoy after seeing someone die in an amusing manner. Harry handed him his silver badge and Draco pinned it to his chest with an exclamation of, "We're going to be the best team this school has ever seen!"

"We'll see Malfoy!" Ronald Weasley yelled from a ways away.

"Weasley don't you have some begging to do? I mean how else will you afford a broom?" Malfoy bated.

Ron just turned red and walked away.

"Will that little asshole just bugger off?" Harry wondered aloud.

By this point Draco was openly staring at Harry's arm around Fleur's shoulder. "So, what's going on between you two?" Draco said, pointing at both of them.

Fleur blushed and Harry smiled and said, "I don't know Draco. Let's just wait and see." Fleur smiled at Harry, who smiled back.

Draco rolled his eyes and groaned at the scene before directing the small unfinished Quidditch team to the Beater section.

"Now, I finished up before you guys and I got to see Neville play, I can assure you he did an amazing job up there. Boy's got some muscle under all that chunkyness!" He exclaimed, earning a slap to the back of the head from Daphne, "I didn't even see him in the Beater section at first, but Neville and that boy over there did really well," Draco finished, rubbing his head with one hand while pointing to a large boy with his other.

Harry walked over to Neville, "Draco said you did really well up in the skies. You want to join our team?"

"Yeah I'd love to! I never thought I'd be able to ride a broom. I was so nervous before this year started and then once I got a new wand magic became so easy. It gave me that little confidence I needed to really shine I guess. Flying is pretty easy and being a Beater comes second nature to me." Neville commented.

Harry handed Neville his badge and the group went over to a bigger boy standing in a group of people. Right when Harry got there they saw him take a badge from Ron.

"Bugger, that damn kid stole our Beater!" Draco complained.

"We can find another." Harry waved it off dismissively.

Walking around they came across a boy who looked uncertain and was holding a well used Beaters bat. "Hey, would you like to join our team?" Harry offered. He didn't know if this kid was good or not but he could be replaced if he was completely horrible. Regardless, Harry had a good feeling about him, he looked out of place, but confident in his stance holding the bat; like he was the only skinny guy in a room full of fat people, proud and self assured in his own abilities, but nervous of his location.

"What? Oh, yeah sure!" The boy stuttered in surprised.

"So, what's your name?" Harry inquired.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Seamus Finnegan. It's nice to meet you. Harry Potter, Fleur Delacour, Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass, and Neville Longbottom right? Sorry, you guys are kind of famous among us regular old students, caught me off guard." He said with a smile, being around so many British folk was calming him down it seemed.

Harry shook his hand and welcomed him to the team. He handed him the badge right when a most unwelcome voice came over his shoulder. "Hey Finnegan, you want to join my team?" Weasley asked.

"Sorry Ron, I've already joined Harry's." Seamus replied in a voice that didn't sound at all like he was sorry.

"Why would you join teams with that greasy asshole Malfo-?" Ron said.

Or at least, he attempted to say. He was stopped from talking when Neville cracked him in the jaw with the bat in his hands. Ron Crumpled to the ground unconscious, several of his teeth not surviving the journey.

"I'm getting tired of this asshole!" Neville growled before spitting on his downed body. He turned back around to see Harry looking at him with wide eyes. "Too much?" He asked nervously.

"...No? I was actually wondering If you wanted to hit him again, cause I would really like to see that." Before he even finished talking Neville swung the bat almost lazily and hit Ron across the face again, earning a groan and a few more teeth being spit out. "Good man." Harry grinned at the beaming boy before looking around.

Everyone else had left the field except a few stragglers, none of whom were paying attention to them. He picked Weasley up with a levitation charm and took him over to the Quidditch hoops. He conjured ropes and attached his arms to the top and his legs to the bottom. He told the girls to turn around, which both Fleur and Daphne did. After seeing them facing the other way he Vanished Weasley's clothes and saw the most pitiful looking piece of manhood he'd had ever seen.

Harry shrunk it even further with a shrinking charm and then wrote, "Will blow for a galleon," on his chest in paint from one of the charms he'd learned that morning.

Harry walked off and when they were most of the way to the castle they heard an incredibly girlish scream come from the Quidditch pitch.

Harry just laughed, joined by the rest of his group, even the girls, who'd been filled in on what Harry had done.

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