Title – Harry and the Lemerra Academy of Magicks
Chapter – Prologue
Author – patrysia181
Beta – None
Summary – After the events in the Ministry of Magic, Harry decides to leave is his best option. Heading to a new school that caters to everyone from the humans to the demons, Harry plans on learning as much as possible. Taking Ginny with him hadn't been in his plans but he's grateful for a familiar face. Adapting the names of Rue and Aria Rivers, the two are ready to join the chaos that is Lemerra Academy of Magicks. SLASH Harry/OMC, Ginny/OMC,
Disclaimer – I, patrysia181, in no way own the Harry Potter character. The lovely character of Harry Potter belong to their respective owners, I am only using their characters and planning on giving them back how they were. Well, most of them anyway. The only thing I do own is the OC's you see and the school Lemerra Academy of Magicks.
Harry Potter Characters - Harry Potter (Rue Rivers), Ginny Weasley (Aria Rivers) Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Fred Weasley, Geroge Weasley,
Adult Original Characters - Marianne Rodriguez (Female, Human, Headmistress), Luthias Elkian (Male, High Elf, Deputy, Politics), Vesstan Pathira (Male, Wood Elf, Potions), Selphie Pathira (Female, Wood Elf, Healing), Dimitri Tullas (Male, Human, Dark Arts), Leander Marsyas (Male, High Vampire, Necromancy), Kellam (Male, Centaur, Stealth and Survival), Killian (Male, Dracken Demon, Parselmagic), Corbin Rullus (Male, Vampire, Charms), Nelo (Male, Werewolf, Magical Defence and Offence), Ciro (Male, Werewolf, Weapons Handling), Lucas (Male, Incubus, Blood Magic), Silvia (Female, Light Elf, Ancient Runes), Trista (Female, Wood Elf, Wards), Ione (Female, Human, Transfiguration), Lyra (Female, Human, Light Arts), Kirsta Indus (Female, Veela, Arithmancy), Ophelia Lurco (Female, Kitsune Demon, Neutral Arts), Tiana (Female, Selkie, Wizarding Traditions), Aurora (Female, Human, Animagus)
Student Original Characters - Azriel Cervius (Male, Vampire, 16), Vespera Acacius (Female, Vampire, Top of Vamp Hierarchy, 18), Killian Hirrus (Male, Werewolf, 16), Octavian Osterius (Male, Shadow Demon, 17), Lycoris Amandus (Female, Water Nymph, 19), Faine (Female, Half-Veela, 19), Lenora (Female, Dracken Demon, 17), Ciaran (Male, High Elf, 17),
Couples – Harry/OMC, Ginny/OMC, Vesstan/Selphie (OC),
Warnings - Slash, FemSlash, Blood, Sex, Forced Sex, Necromancy, violence, zombies, death, blood, gore, paedophiles, vampire politics, groping, student-teacher relationships, non-con, rape, mention of rape, blood play, drug use, addiction, mind control, biting, (More will be added as the story is developed)
Author Note - This story has been inspired by the countless of other stories on this website that deal with Harry going to a different school as a result of Sirius' death.. It will, more than likely, contain stuff that you might find familiar from other stories. I am not plagiarising them! If you report my story for such a thing then I think you'll need to report them all. If some parts of this story look like another author then I am sorry.
The Room of Requirements was a curious piece of magical genius that showcased just how powerful Rowena Ravenclaw had been in her prime. The room could become anything you wanted as long as you had a clear picture in your mind. If you wanted to see the Himalayas, the Room would show you the Himalayas. If you wanted a swimming pool, the room would give you a swimming pool. If you just wanted a quiet space to relax it would certainly give it to you. If you wanted to use the floo, the room would comply.
And if one wanted to use the room to learn as much as one wanted without much time passing on the outside?
Well, it certainly would give you that.
The first time that Harry had been shown the Room of Requirements by Dobby, bless his little heart, the fifth year Gryffindor had spent three whole days exploring the ins and outs of the room, figuring what it could and couldn't do. His conclusion? Wizards and witches certainly didn't know when to limit themselves and the room changed as much as Harry had wanted it to.
Using it as the meeting room of the Defense Association, Harry had the room change into somewhat of a duelling ring where he could teach his fellow students everything he knew when it came to DADA. Afterwards though is when Harry actually went all out. With Voldemort out for his head and having at least fifty years more of knowledge then Harry did, the teen had decided to use the room to its full capabilities and learn as much as possible in a short time, unknowing that the room had heard Harry's wish of having time to learn and significantly speeding up time in the room.
So while Harry thought he had only spent a few hours in the room, in truth he had only been in there for an hour at most as he had learnt when he left it only to find out it was still early enough. After that, Harry spent as much time in the room as possible, learning as much as possible. He started from scratch and went from there. He learnt anything and everything he could - to him it didn't matter if what he was learning was forbidden and would land him in Azkaban. He didn't have the luxury of only using the lightest of spells when it came to Voldemort, as he had learnt on his own skin during the fiasco that was the Graveyard incident.
The books that the Room provided him with ranged from the Lightest of Spells to the Darkest of Arts. Spells that had been lost to time or outlawed purely because only specific people could use them. Books that were banned for the fact that a creature wrote them, giving it more detail then a human would. Portraits of witches and wizards long gone taught him their crafts, throwing as much at Harry as the teenager was willing to learn.
And if slowly, over the course of the year, Harry's work ethic went up professors just wrote it off as him finally coming into his own. Hermione would always beam whenever Harry received an O on an essay. Ron would grumble but smile proudly at his best friend, smack his back and ask if he wanted to play chess. Ginny and Luna would sit with him in the library, patiently tutoring him in Ancient Runes that the two younger witches attended. Neville would sit him down in their dorm and the Longbottom Heir would spend hours tutoring Harry on his duties as the Heir of an Ancient and Noble House, including giving him the basics about Occulumency.
And by the time that Albus had Snape instructing Harry on the protections of his mind, the green-eyed teenager's mind was already slowly building up protections, keeping the Potions Professor out for a few minutes at a time. This gave the Potions Master the chance to give Harry more thorough instructions on Mind Magics yet it still hadn't been enough to keep Harry's mind from being invaded by Voldemort and being given false visions of the man torturing his precious godfather.
In hindsight, Harry had been stupid in heading to the Ministry of Magic with only five others, students themselves at that. The fact that it had been a trap hadn't registered in Harry's mind until he had been holding that precious swirling prophecy ball, the faint whispers of a prophecy only heard by him. The battle with the Death Eaters had been eye-opening to Harry who wasn't afraid to use Dark curses to survive.
When Sirius arrived the teenager had sagged with relief at seeing his godfather alive only to have his heart shattered moments afterwards when the man went flying through the Veil, a soft smile on his lips and his eyes locked with Harry. Those grey orbs had conveyed the apology the man couldn't voice, they conveyed the relief the man felt at finally feeling the sweet freedom of death. And even as Harry brokenly cried for his godfather his heart knew that the man was in a better place.
He chases after Bellatrix, wand flying left and right as he curses the witch with all the Dark spells he knows, spells that would no doubt earn him a disappointed look from the Headmaster and scorn from the wizarding public. He doesn't care and just continues his assault on the witch who is already on the floor, covered in blood and cowering away from the enraged fifteen-year-old.
He can hear the cooing voice of Martha Salkey, a young Slytherin witch that died at the hands of her brother when the man had found her in bed with a vampire, whispering spells that he had not yet had a chance to try due to the Hogwarts wards. The Ministry doesn't have such wards though and Harry was more than furious enough to try them on Bellatrix.
Then his world burst into agonizing pain when Voldemort ripped through his protections, cackling madly like an insane psychopath as he riffled through Harry's mind only to stop short when the imposing island of Azkaban and the chilling presence of Dementors made themselves known. Harry may not be a fan of those foul things but inside his own mind, where he was the master, he wasn't afraid to use them to stop anyone from gaining access.
When Voldemort faltered, feeling that terrifying chill of a Dementor, that's when Harry just shoved all of his positive emotions at the man - love, friendship, heartbreak. Anything that was the opposite of the man was thrown at Voldemort and the Dark Lord bellowed in rage as he was forcefully thrown out from Harry's mind, leaving the teenager to stagger and lean against a pillar, half-lidded eyes watching as Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort battled in the middle of the Ministry Artium, each using their favourite magicks to stop the other until the Minister and his cronies arrived.
By the time Harry and his friends arrived back at Hogwarts they were all bone-deep exhausted, each one bearing scars of the fights but standing straighter, surer in and of themselves. When Dumbledore finally reveals the contents of the prophecy, not knowing that Harry already heard it, the wizard feels sweet relief when he lets his magic out and thrashes the room, tearing into the man without a pause, watching as deep-seated anger settles in Dumbledore's eyes only for it to quickly disappear when the man tries platitudes of all sorts, even going as far as to point out that it was Harry's fault that everything happened at the Ministry of Magic.
Harry doesn't let Dumbledore stop him, doesn't let the man's words get to him, and with a final lash of his magics, all the instruments on the man's desk, all of them connected to Harry in some way, shatter. Sending debris flying whichever way and sending the previous headmasters, at least some of them, into a frenzy when the debris gets stuck in their portraits. Fawkes doesn't even bother calming down the Gryffindor, it's all too intelligent eyes watching the human who gives Albus a sneer worthy of Severus Snape before Harry storms from the office, slamming the door behind him.
Harry doesn't head to the Gryffindor common room and instead veers towards the Room of Requirements, Hogwarts making sure he arrives there without incident. Once inside he screams and cries and screams some more. Magic lashing whichever way, smashing things and burning items as Harry lets all his anger out. Dumbledore had known what Voldemort wanted! He had known that the man would try some kind of trap! He had known and still pretended that it was Harry's fault that everything happened!
With his magical reserves depleted, Harry collapses onto the couch that just appeared behind him and slumps, suddenly weary and feeling done with everything, wishing for once that he could just get away and disappear somewhere. It's the soft trill of Fawkes that alerts him to the fact that the Pheonix is in the room with him and the wizard looks at the bird that is perched on the arm-rest, intelligent eyes watching before he bursts into flames and disappears leaving behind a single, thin book titled Lemerra Academy of Magicks.
Curious, Harry gingerly picks up and starts leafing through it before going back to the first page and reading it thoroughly. By the time he's finished, there's a small smile on his lips and his eyes are lit with glee. He wished for a way out and he got it. He might not have thought of actually leaving Hogwarts but the school the book explained about sounded more interesting to the wizard and the list of courses that it offered!
He could learn so much from attending it and the fact that it was located in the Other Realm meant that time flew differently than in the Human Realm. He knew from reading the think booklet that Lemerra carted to mostly Magical and Other Beings. He learnt that the Professors expected you to push your own weight, that they weren't there to hold your hand. He learnt that the school had a high death rate when it came to humans. And truthfully? He didn't care that it was a constant fight for dominance. He didn't care that he would be learning the darkest of magicks known. He didn't care that he was, more than likely, setting himself up for death by wanting to attend Lemerra.
Yet despite all that, Harry's eyes kept flicking back to the thin booklet, a soft voice whispering in his ear that if Hogwarts wasn't going to prepare him for his eventual fight with Voldemort then Lemerra certainly would. He knew if Sirius had been there, right next to him, the man would be the first to send him off with a proud smile, making Harry swear to do the best he could to survive. And from the stories about his parents he didn't doubt that both of them would be right there next to Sirius, Lily no doubt beaming in pride and James preening like a proud father.
He wanted to attend, he wanted to apply yet there was one thing that was stopping him from taking a quill and sending a letter to the Headmistress of Lemerra. And that was the fact that he wasn't sure if Remus, his friends and the Weasley family would send him off with smiles.
Author Note; Well here is the first chapter, somewhat of a prologue to my new story. I've always wanted to write a Harry attends a different school fanfiction but I never really found the inspiration for it. Until now. Like most people I've used the most cliche catalyst of Harry attending a new school and that is Sirius' death in the MOM. I welcome all reviews, even if they are terrible.