(A/n Well he's part 5 of my series...i own nothing except everyone at and including View Point School. I hope you like it, please review! Thanks to everyone who revied the last parts...very kind of you! ; )
Nunquam Praeclarus
Chapter 5
Coping With the Unfamiliar
When the day's classes had finished for the school, Harry was able to meet more people. Alesi introduced him to everyone they saw or whoever she spoke to. Apparently, according to a fifth year Hunlafing, they had been told he was coming, but people were still anxious to gawp at the scar on his forehead. He had been given a timetable and he was in middle set for most of his classes. He was in bottom for Potions ('I wonder who helped that to happen, he thought cynically) and he was in top for Defence Against the Dark Arts. According to his timetable, there was an assembly in the hall at six in the evening on Mondays - tonight.
Harry took to hanging around with a group of people, among whom was Alesi. There was Benjamin Lovenstock, Kathleen Harper, Timothy Bradshaw, and James McCloud. They all came from California, with the exception of Alesi, and they all spoke with heavy accents but Harry could understand them okay. At ten to six they all made their way down the hall - it took them a few minutes. When they got there, Harry saw seats positioned in rows. Half the school were already there, and looking at them, the older ones sat nearer the back of the hall. Harry sat in between Alesi and Benjamin (who liked to be call Ben) and watched as the headmaster strode up to the podium.
"Welcome back everyone, I hope you had a good holiday. As you can see a fair bit of building has been done over the summer", as the headmaster explained the new changes, Ben was whispering hurriedly in Harry's ear,
"There's a rumour that the headmaster's a Jerry Springer fan, you know who he is don't you? Yeah, apparently he's been trying to get on his show for years but they've never let him." At this point Timothy leant across, "Yeah, and one time, he managed to get into the filming studios and he streaked across the stage with his head in a paper bag, but we all knew it was him."
"How?" asked Harry.
"Well, Maggie Morris recognised the banana shaped birth mark on his left butt cheek",
"How does she know that?" Harry said. Tim drew his breath to answer when a teacher who was sitting near by 'sshhhh!' them.
"Well, moving on, we have a new student in the fifth year, he transferred from Hogwarts in England - Harry Potter", the lower school gasped and started whispering excitedly as Harry thought, here we go again… "I hope you welcome him, and help him to feel at home." The headmaster read out a few notices and as people turned round to look at him, Harry felt himself going red.
Half an hour later Harry left the hall with Tim, Ben, Alesi, Kathleen and James. He learnt as they were walking up the stairs that Kath and James were going out and had been for two years, ever since their second year. Nearing the common room Kath and James broke off mumbling something about homework and walked off hurriedly down a corridor. "Where are they going?" Harry asked looking down the corridor.
"Oh probably off to screw in the broom closet, no doubt", said Tim, "They've done it before", cut in Ben, "They're not virgins."
Alesi snorted and rolled her eyes, "I think it's sick, little bastards," Tim looked scandalised, "But they're in love!"
"Love?! My arse! He's just using her!"
"Well, if you think about it," Ben said slowly, "I suppose you're right Alesi…"
"Right? Of course I'm right!" Harry started laughing at the intellectually stimulating conversation that they were having and said, "Is this all you guys talk about?!"
Alesi giggled, "Yeah, our conversations thrive on gossip about what Kath and James do every lunch break!" Harry was still laughing when Tim said, "No, seriously!"
It was eight thirty when everyone started to do their homework. Ben had finished all his and sat talking to Harry. He didn't think anyone here knew about the rise of Lord Voldermort, at least no one had asked him about it. Harry personally wanted it to stay that way. This was proved difficult as, inevitably, they wanted to know why he transferred to View Point. Harry had to think very fast, and although he liked these people, he had only known them for half a day. He wasn't sure that he wanted to share anything like that with them yet. He decided to go for the old, 'I wasn't getting on very well there, I didn't really fit in…' It made him feel terrible to lie to them but what was he going to say, 'The most evil dark wizard was after me, so I had to hide from him in a far off country?' They all seemed to accept his 'not getting on well' answer and were cool with it. Eventually, people started to drift off to bed. The only people who were in his house out of the group were Ben and Alesi. Alesi went to the girls dorm and he and Ben went off to the boys. Harry found his trunk at the foot of his bed and got changed and climbed into bed. He heard everyone else drift off to sleep and some started to snore…but he lay awake for hours. Sure they were all nice, and he knew that they would become better friends as time went by, but it just wasn't the same. The whole set-up seemed alien to him. Everything was different. He thought of Hogwarts and missed it so much, that he almost couldn't breathe. He fell into an uneasy sleep, sometime later, thinking about Ron and Hermione and how much he missed them.
***
Hermione and Ron had both been sat in potions for the last half hour, trying to concentrate on work, whilst blocking out the sounds of Malfoy's taunting voice. Snape was being his usual self, yet he was acting strangely pre-occupied. He was walking round, looking at people's cauldrons, and when Neville's practically blew up, Snape just said, "Clear it up, Longbottom…" and walked off. Hermione and Ron looked at each other in amazement but said nothing. They had been trying to act normal all through the entire course of the day, but anyone watching could clearly see that they weren't happy. They both missed Harry. For Ron, Divination dragged on, for what seemed liked hours, without Harry there to laugh with, and take the piss out of Professor Trelawnly it seemed pointless.
Next morning they got a letter from Harry. "What does it say, Ron? Read it out!"
Dear Ron and Hermione,
How are you? I'm ok but it's really weird not being round you guys - look I'm sorry that I can't tell you where I am it's just, you know, Dumbledore told me not to. Write back okay? Love from Harry
"That was short," commented Hermione, sounding slightly disappointed, "I hope he's okay…God, I miss him…"
"Yeah…"
***
"Harry, Harry!" Someone was nudging him…
"…w-what..?" He groaned sleepily.
"We're late! We've got to be at breakfast now! C'mon!"
Harry unwillingly got out of bed. He was dreading today…it would be just like his first few weeks at Hogwarts. People would be staring at him, looking at his scar and following him around. At least he had Alesi and Ben to hang around with. He got dressed and went down the lunch hall with Ben and they met Alesi, Tim, Kath and James there. Throughout breakfast Kath kept pinching James's butt and he was getting pretty pissed off. He eventually had to throw a piece of toast at her but she just giggled. Harry could hear Alesi in the background tutting and calling Kath an immature moron. When they left to go to their first lesson, Kath had little pieces of toast stuck in her long blonde hair, which was covered with greasy styling mouse anyway, and James kept complaining of a sore bum.
The first lesson just happened to be Divination. Harry groaned.
"What's up, Harry?" Asked Alesi.
"Divination - I hate it, it's so boring!" Alesi told him not to worry as they walked into the breezy classroom. This couldn't be more different, thought Harry, as he saw a teacher sitting behind a desk. The teacher was called Mr Runnybum, and as he and Alesi walked in he shouted,
"Do you have a watch, either of you? You are ten minutes LATE!" Harry was about to answer, but Alesi came in with,
"Sorry Sir, but Harry's new and he got lost…I was showing him how to get here and it took a little longer than we expected." Mr Runnybum looked very red in the face, and Harry thought, looked slightly unstable. They sank into seats next to Ben and Tim.
"That was close," whispered Tim.
"Yeah, I thought he was gonna give you a detention or something…" Added Ben.
The lesson couldn't have been more different - but one thing was the same…it was a load of bollocks. Harry struggled through the lesson because when he tried asking for help, Mr Runnybum just said, "Think about it…" and walked away. Kath had moved on to pinching James's legs and he was in the middle of asking Harry to swap seats with him, when the bell rang for the end of the lesson. James let out a "Thank God!" and Kath looked scandalised.
***
As Snape walked up to the towering building, he felt a horrible dread wash over him. He knew this was dangerous - what if Voldermort suspected? No, Snape thought, how could he?
Back at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was reading a letter, which had just been sent. As he read, the colour drained from his face.
"Dumbledore?" Minerva Mcgonagall said, as she sat in the chair in front of him, "Dumbledore, what's happened?"
"Severus - has he already left?" Dumbledore demanded, panic evident in his voice.
"Yes, he left five minutes ago! What's happened?" She repeated.
"Get him back, now...i should have known - get him back now before it's too late! Just go!"
Minerva Mcgonangall ran from the room and was on her way.
Nunquam Praeclarus
Chapter 5
Coping With the Unfamiliar
When the day's classes had finished for the school, Harry was able to meet more people. Alesi introduced him to everyone they saw or whoever she spoke to. Apparently, according to a fifth year Hunlafing, they had been told he was coming, but people were still anxious to gawp at the scar on his forehead. He had been given a timetable and he was in middle set for most of his classes. He was in bottom for Potions ('I wonder who helped that to happen, he thought cynically) and he was in top for Defence Against the Dark Arts. According to his timetable, there was an assembly in the hall at six in the evening on Mondays - tonight.
Harry took to hanging around with a group of people, among whom was Alesi. There was Benjamin Lovenstock, Kathleen Harper, Timothy Bradshaw, and James McCloud. They all came from California, with the exception of Alesi, and they all spoke with heavy accents but Harry could understand them okay. At ten to six they all made their way down the hall - it took them a few minutes. When they got there, Harry saw seats positioned in rows. Half the school were already there, and looking at them, the older ones sat nearer the back of the hall. Harry sat in between Alesi and Benjamin (who liked to be call Ben) and watched as the headmaster strode up to the podium.
"Welcome back everyone, I hope you had a good holiday. As you can see a fair bit of building has been done over the summer", as the headmaster explained the new changes, Ben was whispering hurriedly in Harry's ear,
"There's a rumour that the headmaster's a Jerry Springer fan, you know who he is don't you? Yeah, apparently he's been trying to get on his show for years but they've never let him." At this point Timothy leant across, "Yeah, and one time, he managed to get into the filming studios and he streaked across the stage with his head in a paper bag, but we all knew it was him."
"How?" asked Harry.
"Well, Maggie Morris recognised the banana shaped birth mark on his left butt cheek",
"How does she know that?" Harry said. Tim drew his breath to answer when a teacher who was sitting near by 'sshhhh!' them.
"Well, moving on, we have a new student in the fifth year, he transferred from Hogwarts in England - Harry Potter", the lower school gasped and started whispering excitedly as Harry thought, here we go again… "I hope you welcome him, and help him to feel at home." The headmaster read out a few notices and as people turned round to look at him, Harry felt himself going red.
Half an hour later Harry left the hall with Tim, Ben, Alesi, Kathleen and James. He learnt as they were walking up the stairs that Kath and James were going out and had been for two years, ever since their second year. Nearing the common room Kath and James broke off mumbling something about homework and walked off hurriedly down a corridor. "Where are they going?" Harry asked looking down the corridor.
"Oh probably off to screw in the broom closet, no doubt", said Tim, "They've done it before", cut in Ben, "They're not virgins."
Alesi snorted and rolled her eyes, "I think it's sick, little bastards," Tim looked scandalised, "But they're in love!"
"Love?! My arse! He's just using her!"
"Well, if you think about it," Ben said slowly, "I suppose you're right Alesi…"
"Right? Of course I'm right!" Harry started laughing at the intellectually stimulating conversation that they were having and said, "Is this all you guys talk about?!"
Alesi giggled, "Yeah, our conversations thrive on gossip about what Kath and James do every lunch break!" Harry was still laughing when Tim said, "No, seriously!"
It was eight thirty when everyone started to do their homework. Ben had finished all his and sat talking to Harry. He didn't think anyone here knew about the rise of Lord Voldermort, at least no one had asked him about it. Harry personally wanted it to stay that way. This was proved difficult as, inevitably, they wanted to know why he transferred to View Point. Harry had to think very fast, and although he liked these people, he had only known them for half a day. He wasn't sure that he wanted to share anything like that with them yet. He decided to go for the old, 'I wasn't getting on very well there, I didn't really fit in…' It made him feel terrible to lie to them but what was he going to say, 'The most evil dark wizard was after me, so I had to hide from him in a far off country?' They all seemed to accept his 'not getting on well' answer and were cool with it. Eventually, people started to drift off to bed. The only people who were in his house out of the group were Ben and Alesi. Alesi went to the girls dorm and he and Ben went off to the boys. Harry found his trunk at the foot of his bed and got changed and climbed into bed. He heard everyone else drift off to sleep and some started to snore…but he lay awake for hours. Sure they were all nice, and he knew that they would become better friends as time went by, but it just wasn't the same. The whole set-up seemed alien to him. Everything was different. He thought of Hogwarts and missed it so much, that he almost couldn't breathe. He fell into an uneasy sleep, sometime later, thinking about Ron and Hermione and how much he missed them.
***
Hermione and Ron had both been sat in potions for the last half hour, trying to concentrate on work, whilst blocking out the sounds of Malfoy's taunting voice. Snape was being his usual self, yet he was acting strangely pre-occupied. He was walking round, looking at people's cauldrons, and when Neville's practically blew up, Snape just said, "Clear it up, Longbottom…" and walked off. Hermione and Ron looked at each other in amazement but said nothing. They had been trying to act normal all through the entire course of the day, but anyone watching could clearly see that they weren't happy. They both missed Harry. For Ron, Divination dragged on, for what seemed liked hours, without Harry there to laugh with, and take the piss out of Professor Trelawnly it seemed pointless.
Next morning they got a letter from Harry. "What does it say, Ron? Read it out!"
Dear Ron and Hermione,
How are you? I'm ok but it's really weird not being round you guys - look I'm sorry that I can't tell you where I am it's just, you know, Dumbledore told me not to. Write back okay? Love from Harry
"That was short," commented Hermione, sounding slightly disappointed, "I hope he's okay…God, I miss him…"
"Yeah…"
***
"Harry, Harry!" Someone was nudging him…
"…w-what..?" He groaned sleepily.
"We're late! We've got to be at breakfast now! C'mon!"
Harry unwillingly got out of bed. He was dreading today…it would be just like his first few weeks at Hogwarts. People would be staring at him, looking at his scar and following him around. At least he had Alesi and Ben to hang around with. He got dressed and went down the lunch hall with Ben and they met Alesi, Tim, Kath and James there. Throughout breakfast Kath kept pinching James's butt and he was getting pretty pissed off. He eventually had to throw a piece of toast at her but she just giggled. Harry could hear Alesi in the background tutting and calling Kath an immature moron. When they left to go to their first lesson, Kath had little pieces of toast stuck in her long blonde hair, which was covered with greasy styling mouse anyway, and James kept complaining of a sore bum.
The first lesson just happened to be Divination. Harry groaned.
"What's up, Harry?" Asked Alesi.
"Divination - I hate it, it's so boring!" Alesi told him not to worry as they walked into the breezy classroom. This couldn't be more different, thought Harry, as he saw a teacher sitting behind a desk. The teacher was called Mr Runnybum, and as he and Alesi walked in he shouted,
"Do you have a watch, either of you? You are ten minutes LATE!" Harry was about to answer, but Alesi came in with,
"Sorry Sir, but Harry's new and he got lost…I was showing him how to get here and it took a little longer than we expected." Mr Runnybum looked very red in the face, and Harry thought, looked slightly unstable. They sank into seats next to Ben and Tim.
"That was close," whispered Tim.
"Yeah, I thought he was gonna give you a detention or something…" Added Ben.
The lesson couldn't have been more different - but one thing was the same…it was a load of bollocks. Harry struggled through the lesson because when he tried asking for help, Mr Runnybum just said, "Think about it…" and walked away. Kath had moved on to pinching James's legs and he was in the middle of asking Harry to swap seats with him, when the bell rang for the end of the lesson. James let out a "Thank God!" and Kath looked scandalised.
***
As Snape walked up to the towering building, he felt a horrible dread wash over him. He knew this was dangerous - what if Voldermort suspected? No, Snape thought, how could he?
Back at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was reading a letter, which had just been sent. As he read, the colour drained from his face.
"Dumbledore?" Minerva Mcgonagall said, as she sat in the chair in front of him, "Dumbledore, what's happened?"
"Severus - has he already left?" Dumbledore demanded, panic evident in his voice.
"Yes, he left five minutes ago! What's happened?" She repeated.
"Get him back, now...i should have known - get him back now before it's too late! Just go!"
Minerva Mcgonangall ran from the room and was on her way.