France...
...Beauxbatons...
...ancient runes...
Hayden
Bored...so...so...BORED!! How the hell does anyone else do this class stuff daily?! Hayden glanced at the granite tablet in front of him his rune was faintly humming. He glanced at Professor What's-his-name, and sighed the class had been covering heating runes for several classes and yet he had known these runes for years. Hayden chuckled as he recalled the Professors surprise at him carving and activating a temperature rune on his first try. Hayden then frowned as he remembered asking about combat and defense runes.
"I like your enthusiasm but we work on the easier stuff that you can handle, like household runes, only the seventh years work with the advanced runes." The Professor Chuckled
Hayden yawn and glanced around again, these young ladies were all quietly carving away and the Professor was helping them along. Well if he had finished the assignment he was going to take a nap, closing his eyes he drifted away to past hunting times with Jason. So peaceful, Oh look there some horny teens to slaughter that's right come here you little...
"VOORHEES!" Cried the runes instructor
"Yes What Is It!?" Hayden fumbled
"If your finished with your runes you can go sleep SOMEWHERE ELSE!" Roared the Professor
Hayden had fit into Beauxbatons classes fairly easily, minus the whole girls all trying to get some time with the American. Mornings were filled hanging out with younger girls playing and telling his adventures. Afternoons were spent at classes and with the French Veela. Nights he would spend up late training and guarding the Delacour family. Everything was so peaceful and it was killing him. He still got the UK prophet, and it was filled with mostly gossip, he had really gotten the short end of the stick this time. It wasn't until dinner that the day became exciting. The students had all gone into the great hall and were eating and chatting among themselves. Fleur, Bee, and Maria were all trying to enchant Hayden however much to their dismay he wasn't paying the slightest attention. Suddenly, several men rushed into the great hall. Students at first looked up and then started screaming as the men started throwing curses. The teachers defense if you could call it a defense gave way as soon as the first student, a first year girl got hit with a boneless curse in her arm.
"Stop this at once we will cooperate as long as you don't hurt the children!" Madam Maxine cried out
"We only what two students the daughters of Jean-Claude Delacour!" Barked out a man with short hair and a deep British accent
Hayden glanced at his food then looked around and realized he was the only person who was still seated at his table. He looked down at his food sadly, he guessed he wouldn't get to finish. With a grunt he stood a looked around the Hall fifteen men, four by the doors, five by the lower years, and six by the upperclassgirls.
"Attention Assholes, my name is not important, however it's Hayden Voorhees, May I have your namgggrrrtkkkk" he tried to announce but a butcher hex took off the left side of his face.
"Ok...now...I'm...Angry!" Hayden growled as he spat blood
"Hayden!" Screamed half of the student population
With a roar and sickle being drawn and chain materializing from magic Hayden charged. Spells rained down on him from all sides. With a throw and a large arc the sickle flew around and behind the men in front of the Great Halls doors.
"Ha you miszzkscchh!" The smallest of the four tried to laugh but the sickle reunited with its master
With a tug the giant lasso tightened and from the magical chain formed razor sharp blades that sliced the four into two parts each. At this point the remaining eleven started panicking and the teachers returned the offensive tenfold. Out of the remaining group one the short haired man grabbed The first young witch he could. The said witch was none other than Fleur Delacour. The man wouldn't have known that if one of the other witches didn't take that moment to scream "Fleur!"
"Anyone comes any closer I'll kill her right here and right now!" Roared the Englishman
His mission, his charge was being threatened and at that moment Hayden saw red. The chains around him exploded outward. All fighting stopped as the chains started weaving and forming symbols and runes in the air then all held form.
"Kill Kill Kill Hayden Hayden Hayden!" Intoned a dark voice
"Death and blood upon my enemies." Swore Hayden
All the signs of magic went of and phantasmagical beings appeared surrounding Hayden. The screams were silent no blood was spilt the vagabonds just dissolved.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, those who threaten my charge shall perish by my hand. My God will judge me when I rest, Amen."
Hayden had been kneeling when he finished, he rose and faced the school and students. At that moment the moonlight shown throughout the Great Hall and basked onto a lone young man. Veela and students alike stared at the American who just displayed magic without a wand or hands. Hayden returned his weapon to his side then walked over to we're Fleur had sunk to the ground. As he swept her up into his arms he faced the school.
"This school is under my protection I will not allow anyone to harm you, so I swear." Hayden announced.
"Then we shall trust ourselves to you, students of Beauxbatons Academy to Hayden Voorhees." Madam Maxime proudly dubbed the new protector of the school
All the girls cheered while the teachers clapped. The schools magic, which came from the French witch founder Joan of Arc, sounded bells and dropped tiny stars. Several people in the Great Hall had very different thoughts though all about the new hero. Fleur new She was in love, Maxime wanted a private protector for the school, and the younger girls had a new big brother. However, Hayden had one continuous train of thought running through his head.
"Shit, Shit, Shit I got caught up in the moment!" mentally cursing Hayden
...Hogwarts...
...sorting...
"...Edward Paulista.." read Professor McGonagall
"Please let him be hear..." Lily prayed
"...Emily Perry..."
"Please let me have the chance." She prayed
"...Hannah Pladius..."
"...Hector Potts..."
"No, no, no please God, no!" Lily began to shake in her professor seat
"...Rams Quentin..."
Lily's tears rolled down her face slowly he wasn't here, he wasn't coming. How could she seek to fix her past mistake if he never returned. As if sensing her thoughts Snape's hand patted her arm. Lily sniffed and dried her eyes she had to be strong if she didn't get to see Harry this year she could at least teach the next generation. Down among the Griffindor students James jr slumped in his seat. His friends all remained quiet it was the worst kept secret that his mother was waiting for his lost brother. Slytherin's mocked, Ravenclaw's weren't interested, Hufflepuff's sympathized, and Griffindor's supported. Jr. was tired he had his mother back, but part of her would never be his or his dad's and for that he hated the brother he knew from his childhood. He swore to himself that if he ever met his brother and he broke his mother's heart he would hex him as bad as Malfoy. Over at the Slytherin table Daphne Greengrass mused over what her father had sent her. The young man that they could view from his pensive wasn't from the, UK. That meant he was from a different country, her father said he had was going to talk to the goblins. Soon she would find her handsome stranger. Her mysterious young man.
...America...
...CrystalLake...
Remus Lupin sniffed around the campgrounds. It was feint, but it was there the scent of his cub. He prowled through the woods following the scent, there a gaint rune circle he sniffed deeply three, no four, no three scents. He was confused waving his wand he followed the two magic trails that left the circle, the scent of his pup had changed. It was stronger, deeper, and dangerous. There he broke the tree lines again an old sock,aaahhhh a ministry portkey, used. Waving his wand he found its last location, the UK. That's it pup he returned home to see his parents, he knew it. He howled with joy, his pup had returned to be with his parents and he could return to the pack. Remus pulled out his portkey with activates it, with a grin.
"I'll be able to see you again Harry." And with a pop he disappeared.
...UK...
...Ministry of Magic...
Jason stopped what he was doing. It was coming, he knew the smell, he knew it's song, he smiled from behind his mask. He started shaking, people stopped and stared. Amelia Bones pulled her robes tighter she knew the felling. Lucius Malfoy paused and tightened his grip on his wand/cane. He knew this wind blowing through hair it was coming he remembered her games. All the major players knew she was coming...CHANGE.