Noble
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Chapter 4
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Noblesse.
AN: Wow, almost a 100 follows in the first week of publishing. Thank you. Just thanks.
§ 1st September 1992 §
Raizel sighed in relief as he finally found an empty compartment. He hurriedly sat down, locking the door with a spell. His trunk was in his pocket, safely shrunk. The Noblesse hadn't foregone the usual school-grade trunk, but had added plenty of modifications to it. Now, it had an elegant design, swirling all over the trunk surface. He'd of course added a password, and it was in the Noble language, making it extra safe, as no one in this dimension knew the language. He'd added several other modifications. His clothing compartment was now a wardrobe, and he'd added a library and a potion storage.
He could of course make many other modifications, like adding an apartment, or a mansion, or even a small country in his trunk, but felt that it would be an overkill.
He was supposed to be twelve after all.
And he was supposed to uphold some air of normality, and no matter how prodigious, pre-teens weren't supposed to keep small countries in their trunks.
He was shaken out of his thoughts as he heard someone banging on his compartment door. Come to think of it, was the train wobbling? He found his answer when finally looked up to see who was causing such ruckus. The Guardian of Earth's eyes widened, fear evident in them.
In the past year he'd been introduced to the most terrifying creatures he had the displeasure of meeting.
Fangirls.
He had of course had some experience with them during his stint as a high school student in his previous dimension. But these were different kinds of beasts.
They were magical for one thing. And he was the Boy-who-lived. Which apparently gave them the right to stalk and use his body like a dress-up doll, and demand he demonstrate unheard feats of. He was their Saviour and their dancing monkey.
He'd heard that some were even writing fanfictions. Whatever that was. He had a feeling that he didn't really want to know.
No wonder Magicke was dying. It was disappointed that these persons existed.
The door creaked dangerously. Raizel sighed. Time to make his escape.
He pulled out a small rectangular shaped piece of wood which curiously curled up on the edges. It was made of ebony, with red ruby to make graceful details.
He tapped it with his wand, enlarging the piece so it big enough to stand on. The girls outside stopped banging and screaming hysterically, their curiosity getting the better of them.
Raizel allowed himself a small smile. When he'd first seen brooms, he'd been disgusted at the prospect of flying with a stick between his legs. As the Guardian, he could fly without any kind of aid, but as he was currently twelve, it wouldn't be a good idea to reveal that particular talent, he suspected.
So he'd created this. It was essentially a broom, he grudgingly admitted, but unlike those disgraceful contraptions, you just had to stand on it instead of putting it between your legs. He had yet to name it though.
He grabbed his flying board and opened the window. Pausing, he turned to the stunned looking girls, allowing himself an unnoticeable smirk.
Then he jumped out the window of the Hogwarts Express.
The fangirls let loose shrieks of fright, rushing to the windows.
They saw nothing.
Many burst into tears.
They'd gotten their idol to commit suicide!
At the head of the train, a happy Guardian rode his flying wooden board, free of the dreaded horde of girls, completely oblivious to the pandemonium he'd caused.
Rai landed in front of the gates. He tucked his board under his arm, sending it a fond look towards it. He'd taken the liberty of flying a bit outside of just following the Hogwarts Express, and gotten too into it. And thus he was late. Oh well. It wasn't like he'd missed anything important. The singing Hat was a bit weird if you asked him.
As he entered the Great Hall he noticed that many girls were crying. Even some of the professors were shedding tears. Dumbledore, who was the only one who'd spotted Rai, was looking a bit bemused though. The First years just looked confused.
Shrugging, he made his way towards the Ravenclaw table, where he spotted Su Li, who was staring at her food with an expression Rai had trouble reading.
During last year, he had struck somewhat of companionship with her. She was one of the few people who didn't behave like a complete idiot around him, though she often shook her head at him and stared at him like he was insane. Though that had been less at the end of their school-year. He sat down next to her.
"Hello, Su. What is happening?" There was no reaction. He poked her in the arm. Still no reaction. He sighed, and flicked her forehead.
"OW!" she yelled, drawing the attention of the table to her.
"Why did you do it- RAI?!" she exclaimed. Rai frowned. She was behaving weirdly.
" You were not paying attention. Now, would you like to tell me what was happening? And why is everybody staring? And- where is my ramen?" he replied, still reeling at the lack of ramen at the table.
Pin drop silence.
Su Li just stared at him like he was insane. Dumbledore cleared his throat, standing up.
"Now that we have confirmed that Mr. Potter is indeed alive, I would like to remind the house elves to cook ramen. Now, moving on, welcome! We would like to remind everybody to not enter the Forbidden Forest. Mr. Filch has the entire Hogwarts rule-book for those who'd like to know them. Now, let me introduce our new professor in DADA, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart!" As Dumbledore finished his speech, a smarmy looking man stood and waved, flashing a blinding smile. As he heard the new professors thoughts, Rai decided that Hogwarts had reached a new low.
At least Quirrell had been somewhat competent. Even if he had Voldemort sticking out of head.
He ate his ramen, bid Su goodnight and set towards the Ravenclaw common room.
The only thing Rai was looking forward to was going the library. It was the only place where there was peace, beside his heavily warded dorm room. Thank goodness Ravenclaws had separate rooms.
Classes were going to be boring. Transfiguration easy, as was Charms. Both Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were extremely impressed and, for some reason never forgot to remind him that his parents had excelled in their respective fields.
DADA had been a bore, even though Quirrell did deliver useful information through his fake stammer. Being who he was, Rai had known the moment Quirrell had been possessed. And therefore had confronted him when he went for the Stone. Now that he thought about it, greeting an insane Dark Lord with a name he hated wasn't his brightest idea, but oh well.
History of Magic was a disgrace. Binns was a disgrace to all ghosts and teachers and ghostly teachers everywhere. Which was why Rai hadn't bothered to turn up after the first...lesson. Astronomy was barely better. The subject as a whole was a waste of time, only useful to those with a talent in Divination and centaurs.
Last time he checked, there were no centaurs in the class.
Potions though, were...annoying. Every lesson, he procured a perfect potion. But the teacher had yet to acknowledge him as more than a spoiled brat. He'd read his thoughts, of course. He knew why Severus Snape hated Hadrian Potter's existence. But he wasn't just Hadrian Potter. He was the Guardian. And he didn't like to be thought of as a fool.
Granted, in his previous life, he'd pretended to not understand certain things so he could watch Frankenstein run around in circles and procure manuals for him to understand the thing. Raizel smiled to himself.
That never got old.
But point was, he disliked Severus Snape. So Potions was a subject that annoyed him because he had to endure the company of a man with the maturity of a five-year old.
He dearly hoped he didn't have Potions on Mondays.
§ Omake §
Albus Dumbledore was peering at his new favourite student as said student sipped tea, somehow making the simple action look extremely elegant.
Albus Dumbledore was also very confused.
He didn't like being confused.
"So...you did indeed jump out of the window of the Hogwarts Express, which was driving at the time?"
Rai just nodded absently as he poured himself another cup of tea with a dangerous amount of sugar, enough to make him, a famed lover of everything sweet, grimace slightly.
"May I ask...how you, ah, managed to, uhm, escape certain death?" Albus intoned slowly, not sure how to process this.
"I flew." was his curt reply. Albus waited for an explanation.
And waited .
And waited.
"Ah." he said at last. He dismissed his student, even though it felt like it was he who was being dismissed.
For the first time in fifty years, Albus Dumbledore drank himself to a stupor.
He was too old for this.
AN: another one gone! I genuinely haven't named Raizel's flying board yet, because I'm terrible at naming things. You guys can help me name it in the reviews, and I'll pick the one I like. Maybe I'll hold a poll or something. It's going to be important to the story, I think...
Anyways, thanks!
