A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to chapter 8! We see Harry meet the lovely staff of Hogwarts, and a few more faces, one that is well loved (from my knowledge) by the community. So enjoy and I'll see y'all in either June, or later this month.
Special thanks to my awesome Beta: Goldzar, who is an absolute champion!
Chapter 8
August 11th, 1995
Harry awoke to a wet nose being pressed against his face, followed by a tongue. "Urgh, Sirius, what the hell!" he exclaimed and leapt at the black dog who'd danced out of his reach.
It morphed back into the form of his godfather, and he laughed at him, "Good morning Harry! There is a visitor in the den for you!" Harry rolled out of bed and checked his watch. It read 8:35, meaning he had twenty minutes to shower and get ready. He took about fifteen minutes and was exiting his room, fastening one of his ties, when Thomas came out, still in his sleep attire.
"Morning'" he mumbled and followed Harry down the hallway. He turned into the kitchen, while Harry continued into the den. He entered to see Sirius talking with an older witch, who was clad in tartan robes. Her brown hair was tied back into a bun. Harry could immediately tell who this woman was, if the stories he heard were correct.
"Professor McGonagall I presume?" The two turned and the woman's eyes widened, Sirius quickly distracted her. "Minerva, this is Harrison Black, my adopted heir and relative from America."
Harry reached over and kissed her hand, as manners dictated, "Charmed I'm sure professor, I understand you teach Transfiguration?"
The woman recovered quickly, "Indeed Mr. Black, I am also the Head of Gryffindor House and Deputy Headmistress."
He smiled and gestured to her to sit,"Would you like some tea professor?"
She declined and instead kept standing, "While I commend your hosting ability Mr. Black, I am here to escort you for your exams." She brushed the skirts of her robes, "Now shall we?"
Harry nodded, and gestured towards the fireplace, "After you madam." She smiled and tossed floo powder into the fireplace, she called out "Deputy Headmistress' Office!" Harry follows shortly after. He emerged into a cozy office that overlooked a grass courtyard, Harry could see a lake further past, and a forest.
"Beautiful isn't it?" He turned and McGonagall was smiling at him.
He nodded in agreement, "Indeed it is."
She gestured for him to follow, "Come Mr. Black, you are expected in the Great Hall." He followed her through the halls of Hogwarts, taking in the suits of armor, and the portraits that lined the walls. The figures were watching and talking to each other as they passed. They emerged into a massive stairwell. He looked up and saw moving stairs, and he was very impressed by the spellwork that must've gone into it. "We are currently on the sixth floor Mr. Black, and we must get to the ground floor so if you would follow me." She led him to a ledge, when a staircase moved to allow them to descend. McGonagall must've noticed his look of surprise, since she spoke up: "We professors don't get waylaid by the stairs, thanks to the enchantments, but I would advise not being late, because the stairs will work against you. Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw had wicked senses of humor, according to the stories." Harry chuckled with her, and followed her down several flights of interchanging stairs, passing several more portraits, and he saw a few ghosts drifting by above. They reached the bottom floor unimpeded, and they walked up to a set of large doors, which opened as they approached. Inside was the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Harry couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped his mouth when his eyes looked up at the ceiling. Which showed a blue sky and a few clouds.
"It is enchanted to look like the sky at the current time." A voice came from in front of him. Harry turned to look at who'd addressed him and saw no one there. "Down here Mr. Black," the voice said, amusement prevalent. Harry looked down to see a very short man smiling at him.
"You must be Professor Flitwick?" Harry asked, and the diminutive professor clapped his hands excitedly.
"Indeed, I am Mr. Black, I am Filius Flitwick, Charms professor, and retired dueling Champion." He bowed, "I will be giving your first exams today, a short written leading up to our fifth-year curriculum, and then a practical."
Harry smiled, removed his outer cloak, and rolled up his sleeves, "Shall we then?" What followed was a grueling five hours of exams, Charms with Flitwick, followed by Ancient Runes with Bathsheda Babbling, Astronomy with the very attractive Aurora Sinestra, Care of Magical Creatures with the large man Rubeus Hagrid, Transfiguration with McGonagall, History of Magic, also with McGonagall, because Professor Cuthbert Binns was a ghost, and didn't leave his classroom. He then took Herbology with Pomona Sprout, Potions with Severus Snape, who Harry was immediately put off by, it seemed the man didn't like Harry from the start, but the other professors watching probably curbed his attitude. After that was his last exams, Defense Against the Dark Arts that was proctored by Albus Dumbledore himself, which Harry found very intriguing since Dumbledore hadn't taught in almost fifty years. After all the exams had been completed, the professors all conferred on scores while they ate lunch, which Harry was invited to. Afterwards, they informed Harry that he would receive his results by dinner, and McGonagall escorted him back to her office. When they arrived, Harry activated the floo, and he bid farewell to the professor. He exited the floo to find Tonks and Thomas on the couch, Tonks was laying down and naked from the waist down, with Thomas's head in between her thighs. Tonks looked up and yelped when she saw Harry, and leapt away from Thomas, kicking him in the jaw, as he had looked up.
Harry got a flash of her naked lady parts and averted his gaze, "Fucking hell you two! Leave it in the bedroom!"
Thomas, nursing his jaw looked sheepish, "We weren't expecting you until later, and Sirius won't be backed for a while, we thought the house would be empty." Tonks, who'd put her pants on at this point came back into view, her hair and face red.
She glared at Thomas, "You said we'd have the house to ourselves! You men are all the same, only caring about what's between your legs."
Thomas looked at her and smirked, "I'm pretty sure I was thinking more about what is between your legs Nym."
She blushed and hit him on the arm, "Hush you," she looked at Harry, "so how'd you do?"
Harry sighed and collapsed into one of the armchairs, "I find out tonight, the results will be brought over by Professor McGonagall."
Thomas gave him a grin, "Would you want to go for a late lunch? I hear the Leaky Cauldron makes some good sandwiches."
Harry nodded, "I ate at Hogwarts, but I'll come. I have some shopping I need to do anyway." He went to change out of his clothes into a more relaxed outfit of jeans and a t-shirt. He entered the den and both Tonks and Thomas were fully clothed again thankfully. They flooed to the Leaky, with Thomas and Tonks going to order their food, while Harry found a table. The three sat down and while the two Aurors were eating, quizzed Harry on the exams.
"Hard to believe you had Dumbledore supervise your DADA exam, you say that he doesn't have a professor yet?"
Harry shook his head, "No, Professor McGonagall said that they were still interviewing candidates. Hopefully they hire someone competent, I'd hate for my first experience of Hogwarts to be sullied by poor teachers."
Tonks grimaced at that, "Sadly, History of Magic and Potions will still be rough, especially if you go to Gryffindor. Snape is particularly nasty towards them."
Harry frowned, "He did seem rather unpleasant, but he didn't say anything to me except for my practical exam, when he told me to brew a Draught of Peace. Which according to my understanding of the curriculum was a fifth year potion." He smirked, "it seems Ilvermorny was ahead on that luckily." The continued to chat when someone approached the table. It was Bill Weasley, who exchanged pleasant greetings and joined their table. He was on his lunch break from Gringotts, and he was meeting someone. That someone turned out to be a extremely attractive blonde witch. When she entered the pub, almost every male patron turned and watched her make her way over to the four of them.
"Bill, you never said we'd have company." The French accent gave away her country of origin, and Harry could feel the pull of Veela allure. Luckily, the Black family occlumency helped Harry and Thomas shake off the effects.
Thomas approached and greeted her with a kiss on her hand, "Bonjour mademoiselle, je m'appelle Thomas Black, c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer." He gestured to Harry, "C'est mon cousin Harrison." Harry kissed her hand and repeated the greeting in French.
The blonde was surprised, but happily responded in kind, "Vous parlez Français? merveilleux! Je m'appelle Fleur Delacour, je travaille avec Bill chez Gringotts."
Harry smiled, "Un bon travail. Thomas s'entraîne pour devenir Auror et j'assisterai à Hogwarts en septembre."
The French woman scoffed, "Un Américain à Hogwarts? Pourquoi quitter une école supérieure pour venir en Angleterre?" Harry spent the next few minutes explaining their public reasoning as to their arrival in Britain. After the four finished lunch, Bill and Fleur bid farewell, as they needed to return to work. Harry followed them out to the Alley, planning on completing his shopping, and the two Aurors left for the Ministry, as their own break was over. Harry approached the bookstore Flourish and Blotts, and when he reached the entrance, someone bumped into him from the alley. Harry looked down to see a cute blonde on the ground, and gave him an unhindered view up her skirt. What shocked him the most was the lack of panties underneath said skirt, and so Harry immediately averted his eyes. He could feel his cheeks burning and forced himself to make eye contact.
He offered his hand to help her up, "Sorry! Are you alright?" The girl looked at him and Harry felt captivated by her silvery eyes.
"Oh yes I'm fine. I was trying to avoid the Blibbering Humdingers in the store, they like to distract people." She paused and kept staring at him, Harry felt like she was staring straight into his soul. "You are full of Wrackspurts Harry Potter, you should probably be careful around here." Harry froze. There was no way this random girl, who looked younger than he was, could know Harry's true origins. He hadn't even been to England since before she was probably born.
"I'm sorry, you have me confused, while my name is Harry, my full name is Harrison Black."
The girl hummed and just cocked her head while still staring at him, "The amount of Wrackspurts have doubled, terribly persistent they are." She then stopped x-raying Harry and smiled, "I'm Luna Lovegood, it's nice to meet you."
Harry smiled and kissed her hand, "Lovely to meet you too, I know you said that the store is full of Blubbering Hamdungers?" She laughed, which Harry found adorable, and shook her head, her blonde hair billowing around her,
"No silly, Blibbering Humdingers. Looks like I'll have to keep you company to protect you." She then grabbed his hand and dragged him into the store. Harry followed her around as she showed him around the bookshop, pointing out sections and some of her favorite books. Harry just let her lead him, and his eyes kept getting drawn to the swaying of the girl's hips. Images of her naked lady parts kept popping into his mind, and he berated himself for thinking about it.
"Something wrong Harry? Am I boring you?"
Harry immediately went to placate the small blonde, "No no..."
Luna interrupted him, "The Wrackspurts seem to be quite active right now. Does it have to do with my lack of underwear?" Harry didn't reply, but he did feel his face warming again, and Luna came to her own conclusions, "It's okay Harry, I find that clothing in general is constricting, so I try to wear as little as I can, daddy and I are both nudists at home," she fiddles with her skirt, "It keeps the Nargles from stealing my clothes. Does that bother you?"
Harry shook his head, "No, it's just surprising that's all, there are nudist colonies in the States, and while I haven't been to one, it is accepted as a lifestyle."
Luna smiled, "Oh good, it's just usually other people here aren't as accepting of different lifestyles."
Harry saw a flicker of sadness pass through her eyes, but before he could comment, she brightened again. "I hope you find what you need, I'll be around if you need help finding something, I want to go see what new books have been saying about the Crumple-Horned Snorcack." She skipped over to the creature's section and started flipping through books. Harry shook his head, a fond smile coming onto his face, he already liked this spunky girl, and resolved to find her at Hogwarts, she was incredibly endearing, and she was very cute as well. Harry continued to browse the store and found a few books on British politics and current events, knowing he'd need to know this information. He checked his watch after a while, and noticed it was almost dinner time. He found Luna, and walked with her outside, his purchases under his arms, "It was lovely meeting you Luna, and I hope that we can see each other again sometime, don't be a stranger."
Luna surprised him by pulling Harry into a hug, "It was lovely to meet you too Harry Potter, I'll be sure to keep you to that, the Nargles seem to avoid you." She skipped away into the crowd, her hair flipping wildly behind her. He shook his head and headed back to the pub to floo home. He appeared in a rush of flames and found Sirius sitting at the coffee table with a letter in his hands, and several more spread out around him. He looked up and gestured Harry over,
"Hey Harry, Minnie just stopped by with your exam results..." He trailed off, seeing the look on his face. "You look like you've seen a ghost, are you alright?" Harry sat down next to him and shook his head.
"I had the most perplexing interaction with another person ever." Sirius arched an eyebrow and patted his shoulder,
"Okay, so what happened?" Harry sighed and began recounting his experience with Luna. At the end Sirius was laughing, Harry with an exasperated smile on his face, punched him in the arm lightly.
"Alright you mutt, enough. How in the hell did she know who I was?" Sirius sobered up and stroked his chin thoughtfully,
"you know, I am not sure, you said her last name was Lovegood?" Harry gave the affirmative, and Sirius shrugged, "if she is the daughter of Xeno and Pandora, that makes a lot of sense, Xeno Lovegood was always odd, even at Hogwarts, fascinated with creatures many believed didn't exist, and spent a large majority of his time scrounging the library for them. His wife Pandora, was a spell-crafter, and was a good friend of your mother's. She came from a family that had a history of producing seers, or Aura readers, and seemed to have an uncanny feeling about anyone she met." Harry nodded,
"That's how it felt with Luna, like she just knew things about me without having to tell her anything. Should we be worried then if Luna knows who I actually am?" Sirius shrugged,
"Honestly? Not really, the Lovegood's had a reputation of being strange, and also being bluntly straight forward. If she said she wouldn't say anything, I would probably just go along with it." With that he clapped his hands, and handed him the letter he had been holding, "Open it up and tell us how you did!" Harry grabbed the letter from him and opened it. There were several pieces of parchment in it, the first being a letter that read:
Dear Mr. Black,
We are pleased to accept you as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You'll be starting in our Fifth Year class, meaning OWLS will be at the end of the year. We look forward to your sorting on September 1st. Enclosed is your ticket for the Hogwarts Express. It departs from Platform 9 ¾ at Eleven in the morning.
Best,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Head of Gryffindor House
He then opened the next one:
Mr. Black,
Here are the results of your exams. Any that you passed at the Acceptable grade you will be able to attend.
Grading Scale:
T=Troll
D=Dreadful
P=Poor
A=Acceptable
EE= Exceeds Expectations
O=Outstanding
Mr. Harrison Black:
Ancient Runes: O
Astronomy: A
Care of Magical Creatures: EE
Charms: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
Herbology: EE
History of Magic: O
Potions: EE
Transfiguration: O
Muggle Studies: O
Harry wasn't surprised by any of his results except for Potions. Harry had always been a good potioneer, so he didn't know how he didn't get an O. He didn't take Astronomy at Ilvermorny, they had made No-Maj Association a core class, while Astronomy was an elective. Harry felt fortunate knowing he had the Black family to thank for his knowledge on the stars. He passed every exam, so he could take all the same classes he took at Ilvermorny, with the exception of Muggle Studies. Since he found the British understanding of No-Maj society to be incredibly lacking and insulting. The rest he would take, and Harry felt he would probably drop Astronomy after OWLS. He then opened the last letter, which was a supply list.
He turned to Sirius and said, "I passed everything I took, but I won't take Muggle Studies, just the name itself makes me unsure of how serious the class would be."
Sirius grinned, "It was a disappointing class when I attended, and I wouldn't expect it to change based on who runs this country." He then gestured to the supply list, "you going to buy your supplies soon? School starts only a few weeks from now."
Harry nodded, "Yeah, I'll stop by the alley next week, I do need to get gold from Gringotts to pay for them. What are you doing?"
He gestured to all the other letters that were spread out, Sirius ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "This is correspondence from multiple families in Britain, most are asking questions about the Wizengamot meeting on Thursday, but there are also requests to meet for alliances and potential marriages."
Harry grimaced, "That seems like no fun, glad I don't need to worry for a while."
His adopted father glared at him, "Don't feel too relieved yet, the contracts are mostly for you in here, if they can get the heir, the lord may follow."
Harry groaned, "You promised no arranged marriages."
Sirius raised his hands in surrender, "I know, but you have two families to worry about, and if I kick it too early, it makes sense to know what kind of options you have, and your actual lineage won't stay secret forever. Having allies even through marriage will help during the upcoming war."
Harry hated it when Sirius was right, and he sighed, "Alright, are there any in there that you're considering?"
Sirius shuffled through the pile that he'd already gone through, "Not yet, they're all from Dark Alliance families that were attached to the Black family when my father was the Lord, and those who followed Voldemort." He grimaced as he read one, "several of these are basically slave contracts or worse. I feel sorry for these girls." Harry grunted in agreement and excused himself to his room. He closed the door and sat down on his bed. He picked up the picture that was sitting on his nightstand. A pretty redhead and a handsome dark-haired man smiled up at him, before gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. He sighed and put it back. Harry wished he had his parents here to advise him, and that he could marry for love instead of lineage. He knew as Lord Potter and Heir Black he'd have obligations to continue their legacies, he had been raised that family came first, and while Harry considered himself a Black, he was still a Potter. Once Voldemort was defeated, Harry would go public as Harrison Potter-Black, and bring the Potters back into society. Until then, he would pretend Harry Potter died that October night. He sighed and checked the time, seeing that it was an hour before dinner, he decided to go fly on his broom. He changed into some exercise clothes and grabbed his Firebolt from its stand on the wall. He headed out into the large backyard and immediately jumped onto his broom. He shot up into the sky, the wind in his hair feeling liberating and Harry felt all of his worries and stress go away like the wind flying past. Harry flew around, diving, twisting, rolling, and loving every moment of it. He was up there for what felt like hours when he spotted Sirius flagging him from down below.
Harry flew down and landed gracefully in front of him. Sirius shook his head and smiled fondly at him, "Even after all these years I still can't get over how similar you are to Prongs when flying, it's scary."
Harry laughed and put his broom on his shoulder, "Okay, you got my attention, what's up?"
Sirius gestured for him to follow him into the house, "Dinner should be ready once Thomas gets home, apparently he is bringing home some takeout." They moved past the kitchen and into the den, and Sirius handed him a glass of firewhiskey he must've poured earlier.
"That bad huh?" Harry asked and Sirius nodded.
He handed Harry a roll of parchment, "This is a list of all the families with offers and it's startling. The chief being the Bulstrodes, Carrows, and Burkes." Harry followed the list downward, it contained multiple families, the names of the daughters and their ages. He was appalled to see girls as young as five on there, they expected him to be engaged to a five-year old?
"Some of these girls are young!"
Sirius nodded somberly, "Welcome to British Pureblood society, where the ones in power are still stuck in the past, but I promised you no betrothals, unless you wish it, and I'll stick to that. However, I want you to know that many of the Hogwarts age girls on this list will try to get to 'know you better'," he'd used air quotes at the end, and Harry put his face in his hands after taking a large pull of his firewhiskey.
"Why can't it be easier…"
Sirius patted him on the back, "Sorry bud, but that's life in the Wizarding World." They sat there for a few more minutes, sipping on their whiskeys while Sirius kept moving through the letters stacked there. The floo activated and Thomas walked out, looking like he ran a marathon. Sirius laughed, "Welcome to the Aurors my boy, get used to this." The man groaned and stumbled into his room. They heard the shower turn on and they shared an amused glance. The floo opened and Tonks came stumbling out, with a bag of takeout in her hand.
"I come bearing food!" she said with a smile on her face. It went away when she saw the two of them sitting there watching her, "Is this an interrogation?"
The two laughed at her, "No Tonks, but I noticed you've been spending a lot of time here around my cousin, and you two have seen pretty cozy, should I inform Andi?" The girl paled, followed by her hair turning white.
She stared at them for a few seconds, and her hair then turned red, "No! Mum doesn't need to know yet, I like him a lot, but I'm not sure this is a passing fling or not and I don't want to put a label on it." Sirius smiled mischievously, Harry sharing his grin.
"Alright, but if either of us catch you two getting frisky, she finds out whether you want to or not." The metamorph glared but agreed, and then headed into the kitchen with the food. The two men smiled at each other and then got up, Sirius followed Tonks into the kitchen, with his pile of letters floating behind him, while Harry headed to his room to shower and change. After finishing up he headed into the kitchen where Tonks, Sirius, and a clean Thomas were sitting around the table eating. Harry made himself a plate from the takeout on the counter and sat down. They talked about their day while they ate, Harry told them about his exam scores, and Tonks scoffed at his opinion on Potions.
"Snape is a harsh instructor, he rarely gives anything an outstanding if its not from a Slytherin, and if he doesn't like you, your grade will suffer." She smirked, "He eases up in his NEWT classes because at that point all of the 'dunderheads' as he calls them have been weeded out." Harry frowned, he had suspected Snape didn't like him, but he didn't really think it was a problem until now.
Thomas scoffed, "How is he still a professor then, if he was at Ilvermorny he'd be sacked almost immediately."
Tonks shrugged, "Not sure, but Dumbledore backs him, so that's probably why." Sirius looked up from his letter, he looked rather guilty.
"I think I'm to blame for his animosity Harry, you see, Snivellous and I go back to our own time at Hogwarts, and I'm ashamed to admit Prongs and I bullied him a lot, and while he gave back just has much, we were usually the instigators at the beginning." He shrugged, "I am surprised he has held a grudge for this long, but we were pretty horrid." Harry looked shocked at him. Sirius had always been a supporter of treating everyone kindly regardless of background, and to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, unless they've earned it. Apparently, Snape was among those he considered earned it. He was interrupted when Sirius let out a shout of surprise, "Harry! There is a letter from Moony!" Harry's eyebrows shot up, Moony, or Remus Lupin, the third member of the Marauders had been living in exile since October of 1981, and Sirius hadn't been able to track him down. 'Until now' Harry thought. "What does it say Padfoot?"
The dog Animagus was reading, and kept reading for about five minutes before he responded, "He says that he just received word that I'd been exonerated, and that Peter had confessed. He apologizes for believing I had betrayed Prongs and Lily and that he feels partially responsible. He wants to meet at the Leaky Cauldron to catch up, since he's back in England at Dumbledore's request, as he's reforming the Order of the Phoenix to counter Voldemort's return." He looked at Harry, "I want him to meet you Harry, but I'm scared he'll know your true identity. His werewolf senses may identify you as his 'cub' as he puts it, since he did so when you were a baby, so you may be recognized."
Harry thought about that for a few minutes, weighing his options, "I think that we bring him into our confidence Sirius, he would probably find out eventually," he smirked at that point, "and I do need a steward to handle the Potter accounts while I'm at school after all."
Sirius's eyes gleamed at the prospect of a good prank, and smirked, "If there is one thing about Moony that will never change is his dislike for charity. He could've been a Hufflepuff with his sense of fairness, but giving him a job, he won't feel like he's indebted to us." He summoned some parchment from his desk and began writing a letter. "Hopefully, we'll be able to convince him to stay quiet about your true identity, he's loyal to Dumbledore, because the headmaster let him attend Hogwarts even as a werewolf. Plus Remus's sense of honor will keep him in Albus's corner." He grinned again, "now then, let us begin to plan our meeting, I have a few ideas-"
"No Sirius!" Harry interrupted, we are NOT pranking him any more than just the stewardship, the point is to make him confident in our plans, not to make him think you didn't grow up." He then smiled mischievously, "afterwards, well, I can't control you when I'm not around can I?" The dog Animagus cackled, and then stated in the letter that Remus will meet him at Gringotts, and that the Goblins will reach out with where to go. Harry headed back into his room and looked over his letter of supplies. He knew he had most of these, but the telescope, DADA book, and star charts were new. He resolved to go get them tomorrow, and he checked the time. It read about seven in the evening, so Harry began reading a couple of his textbooks, focusing on potions. He knew based on what Tonks had said, and how Professor Snape acted, Potions was going to be difficult, and he wanted to cover his bases. He spent the next three or so hours reading through and making sure he had everything understood. He marked the spot in his book, and put it back on the shelf. He then headed into the bathroom to begin his nightly routine.
Finishing up, he came out to see Thomas waiting for him, "Hey Thomas, what's up?"
The older man smiled and gestured for him to sit down, after Harry did so, Thomas spoke, "I've been meaning to ask, what do you think of Tonks?"
Harry thought about it for a couple seconds, "I think she's awesome, why do you ask?"
Thomas shifted uncomfortably, "I think I want to ask her out, try for a real relationship instead of what we have going on right now."
Harry beamed at him, "That's great! I think you should do it!"
His cousin brightened, "Really think so? What if she just wants something casual, what if-"
Harry laughed, "Well you never know, but I have a feeling that she will be interested in a real relationship, so I say go for it!"
Thomas grinned and sat up, pulling Harry into a short hug, "Thanks Harry, I'll ask her tomorrow after work. She gets teased by the others for being a female and the youngest Auror. Plus, her clumsiness doesn't help." Harry agreed, and Thomas bid him a good night, doing the same, Harry then laid down and settled to sleep, after only a couple of minutes, he slipped into the embrace of Morpheus.
A/N: I feel like I should address the French. I am a one language person, and that is English. I also struggle with said language because English is stupid. I used Google Translate for the text, and I did purposely choose to just write out the French vs. translating it for you. That being said, here's the translation:
"Bonjour mademoiselle, je m'appelle Thomas Black, c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer." - "Hello miss, my name is Thomas Black, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"C'est mon cousin Harrison." - "This (or that, has two meanings) is my cousin, Harrison."
"Vous parlez Français? merveilleux! Je m'appelle Fleur Delacour, je travaille avec Bill chez Gringotts." - "You speak French? Wonderful! My name is Fleur Delacour, I work with Bill at Gringotts."
"Un belle profession. Thomas s'entraîne pour devenir Auror et j'assisterai à Hogwarts en septembre." - "A fine profession. Thomas is training to become an Auror and I will be attending Hogwarts in September."
"Un Américain à Hogwarts? Pourquoi quitter une école supérieure pour venir en Angleterre?" - "An American in Hogwarts? Why leave a higher school to come to England?"
So that was a thing. Anyway, Luna is here and is just as odd, if not more so. I wanted to make her more like a hippy, with the free love aspect of life, thus, the lack of undergarments, but it won't be mentioned directly again, just keep in mind, Luna likes a breeze down under :P. Let's hope Thomas and Tonks work, I have some plans, but things might change depending on my muse...
Alright, I've rambled on enough, I'll see you next time! Please leave a Review! I didn't get any last time, and I want to know what y'all think of it so far.
Cheers,
Rei