Harry Potter and the Collegium of New Avalon
Author: Charlemagne
Part: 2
Rated: PG
Genre: Action Adventure/Mild Romance (H/CC, Herimone/Other, Ron/Other)
Content: Fantasy Violence, Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron Weasley, or even
You-know-who as they all belong to one very special author in England who is
not me. The events in this story make no claim to anything of J.K. Rowling'
s but attempt to create a fantasy story of what will happen to them in
college and tell an amusing tale, which I hope you'll enjoy.
Harry Potter smiled bidding farewell to Hermione with a kiss on the cheek
and a strong handshake for Ron at the express-way. He often wondered why
Hermione had broken up
with her boyfriend the month before but Harry was pretty glad she had. The
handsome, dashing, athletic Victor Krum had always rubbed Harry the wrong
way but that was mainly because he played Quidditch professionally and Harry
would love to do so in any conceivable way he could. It didn't help that
Krum had a mind that was extremely jealous and that he hoped on some level
had lead to their breakup. Thank fully Voldemort was dead so he could have
these unpleasant thoughts without feeling guilty.
Taking the Knight Express to the Flying Field which he was always amused
about, the thought of roads where witches and wizards could fly without
being seen by Muggles when they couldn't apparate where they wanted to be
was one of the more enjoyable things he had come to like about wizards
worlds. He still flew on his Firebolt despite it being several years old
and not exactly built for long term flying but it was still an extremely
enjoyable feeling to use It flying past the dozens of other wizards and
witches moving through the air in England. Fawkes sat perched on the back
of his broom and simply hooted in enjoyment at the flight. Harry missed
Hedwig but the owl had perished pulling Voldemort's hood over his face and
allowing Harry the killing blow with his wand....something that was burned
painfully into his memory as much as the lightning bolt was in his forehead.
After about an hour of passing by various wizardry families flying by in
everything from baskets to bathtubs Harry managed to land safely outside
Sirius Black's home which would be his home until he decided to get his own
'Which isn't likely that far off.' Harry observed.
The mansion was a very old wizardry construct that Harry had been informed
was a "gentleman's house" by Ron but frankly looked more than a little
absurd with all the House Elves 'fully reimbursed by the Ministry of Magic
Act-ZZ-445-B thanks to the bizarre non-violent revolt of one Dobby. Elf.'
Harry smirked remembering the Daily prophet article, tending to the large
amounts of animate green shrubbery animals that were resisting tending too
and the statues of Greek Olympians which were quarreling about who would
hold the pouring vases of water and who would hold the discus all day.
Sirius himself was standing in attendance over the strangeness with a
perverse look of pride to the accomplishment of being the estate's master.
Sirius Black had changed from the haggard prisoner of Azkaban and now was
clean-shaven, tall and straight with a bit more meat to his bones from
living a life not on the food of prisoners. His clothing was a formal
wizard's robe designed for comfort by Brownies in Italy that cost more than
Harry would pay for a new broom.
"Harry my boy! It's so good to see you." Sirius wrapped him in a firm
handshake then a hug before leading him into the house "Dobby was just
ordering around a number of House elves to try and get them to make a feast
for me this morning.'
Harry Potter snickered entering the large manor's study and found it
blissfully ironic Dobby had transformed from a bizzare forlorn servant to an
even more bizarre revolutionary leader to now bossy butler. The study was a
huge twisted room where books were hanging upside down in a dome all around
with portraits lining the walls that could be told what to show. In the
center was a stone table with a writing quill, parchment, and numerous
pictures that apparently Sirius was organizing. Harry with his hands in his
pockets took a seat on the couch, which wandered over and looked at Sirius
"Yeah well I was kind of wondering if I could talk to you about my plans for
the future."
Sirius smiled and sat down in a very large stuffed blue chair "Certainly
Harry I'm always there when you need me." Harry smiled at his godfather's
whose words were as sincere and proven so as they come.
"Well Sirius." Harry didn't know how to broach it so he decided to up front
tell his guardian angel "I don't know what to do with my life."
"You could probably do nothing." Sirius said getting his hot chicken broth
lunch poured on his lap by a house elf tossing it on him and then profusely
apologizing. Sirius simply wiped himself off smiling.
"Dobby's still hiring unskilled house elves isn't he? What do you mean
nothing?" Harry blinked noting the former Malfoy elf had taken it upon
himself to make sure every elf without a position whether due to
rebelliousness or incompetence got a position at Sirius's, the former
prisoner of Azkaban had proven remarkably patient.
"I mean Harry that in your meager lifetime of eighteen years you've managed
to accomplish enough that you'll go down truly as one of the great wizards
of our time. Your father and mother's wealth is invested wisely in strong
magical companies and you'll never need worry about going hungry or wanting
for even most luxuries you might want. Truth be told you might just sit back
and enjoy life for the rest of it." Sirrus said cleaning off his robe and
lifting up the noodles on it with both fingers and wand.
"I wouldn't feel right doing that Sirius." Harry said truthfully "I mean I'm
glad I've done all the things I've done but it was mostly a matter of being
at the right place at the right time." Or the wrong place at the wrong time
repeatedly.
"Dumbledore would call that destiny Harry and I get what you mean. Very
well, I would recommend going with something you love. It's simple advice
Harry but it's what I'm doing and I think it will make all the difference in
the world for how I am remembered." Sirius said, it still was a wound that
had not healed that many wizards and even Muggles viewed Sirius as a
criminal rather than the innocent he was despite being exonerated in both
worlds.
"Well that's the problem Sirius the only thing I really love doing is play
Quidditch and hang around with my friends and they're not exactly." Harry
stopped watching Sirius grin at him.
"Well then Harry. Have you ever considered playing professionally?" Sirius
raised a hand up into the air.
"You're joking." Potter blinked as his glasses slid down on his nose.
"Not at all Harry. You proved yourself Victor Krum's equal when you were
four years younger and he was considered 'the' star of broom riding. Well at
least until he broke his leg and was suspended from the team because of that
fight." Sirius trailed off "In any case you've only gotten better and with a
little experience I'd say you could play on any team you like."
"Experience?" Harry asked rather interested as another Sirius's house elves
gave him his tea, which was too hot and tastes more like lemonade than tea,
which Harry didn't mind really.
"Well there are many good collegiate teams, I wouldn't recommend directly
trying out even if you are the best seeker in the world Harry. Playing
against the Slytherins is one thing, playing against a hardened seeker of the
Cup is something else." Sirius smirked.
Harry blinked and adjusted his glasses before squinting and cleaning them.
It appeared destiny was once again taking over again. "Like say New
Avalon?"
Sirius nodded "I actually attended school there while studying to be a
meta-zoologist Harry. Though that sort of fell through. It's a good school
and I'd be happy to write a recommendation to the committee..I happen to
know the head mistress." Black gave a look that Harry wasn't entirely
comfortable with given the man was his godfather and not a school-mate.
"I'd like that." Harry nodded content that he was going to at least attend
school with his friends again. "So what have you been doing in between
running for the ministry?" the young wizard looked at the stack of papers
and pictures.
"I thought I'd take up writing in the meantime. Some publisher offered me a
commission of twenty thousand galleons for my autobiography. I of course
refused especially since I didn't think I could do the story justice but I've
found I'm actually quite good at it. I'm currently working on "Parseltongues
of the 20th century" sort of as a gift to you Harry to show the ability to
speak with snakes isn't necessarily bad." Sirius frowned as he drank his own
tea, probably because of the taste.
"How is it going?" Harry said actually rather flattered and interested in
the topic.
"Actually not too good Harry unfortunately aside from Doctor Simon Pythonis
in Africa who worked with potions to help poor African tribesmen infected
with of lycanthropy and you of course, the Parseltongues I've found
information on have proven to be some of the most unpleasant scum that has
ever crawled out from the bottom of the wizardry underbelly." Sirius sighed
looking at the photos which Harry noted mostly contained images of devious,
slimy, and all round evil looking men. One particular image however stood
out and Harry picked up the picture from Sirius's table.
"Who is this guy?" Potter asked looking at the image which held a man in his
seventies draped not in wizard's robes but a Muggle military uniform that
was covered in medals, insignias that looked familiar but vastly different
from pictures Harry had seen, and was cursed with a face that reflected
every ounce of cruelty that was seen in his serpentine eyes. In his hands
was a wand that was made of twisted bone wrapped with a carved serpent that
ended with a hideous dragon's head.
Harry's Godfather looked at him with a grim look as his brow furrowed "Ah
quite possibly the worst of the worst after Voldemort himself. General
Octavian Grindelwald of Austria. The Death Eaters unfortunately were not
the only group wizards have produced with an aversion to Muggles but unlike
them Grindelwald's group didn't want to exterminate just the Muggle blooded
wizards among us but wanted to enslave the entire Muggle race for their own
use. Before World War II he allied himself with the Axis Muggle leaders and
tried to help them conquer the world. In 1945, though, Albus Dumbledore tracked
him down and killed him. He was so powerful that the papers named him the
Chaos Bringer."
***
TO BE CONTINUED
-Charlemagne
Author: Charlemagne
Part: 2
Rated: PG
Genre: Action Adventure/Mild Romance (H/CC, Herimone/Other, Ron/Other)
Content: Fantasy Violence, Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron Weasley, or even
You-know-who as they all belong to one very special author in England who is
not me. The events in this story make no claim to anything of J.K. Rowling'
s but attempt to create a fantasy story of what will happen to them in
college and tell an amusing tale, which I hope you'll enjoy.
Harry Potter smiled bidding farewell to Hermione with a kiss on the cheek
and a strong handshake for Ron at the express-way. He often wondered why
Hermione had broken up
with her boyfriend the month before but Harry was pretty glad she had. The
handsome, dashing, athletic Victor Krum had always rubbed Harry the wrong
way but that was mainly because he played Quidditch professionally and Harry
would love to do so in any conceivable way he could. It didn't help that
Krum had a mind that was extremely jealous and that he hoped on some level
had lead to their breakup. Thank fully Voldemort was dead so he could have
these unpleasant thoughts without feeling guilty.
Taking the Knight Express to the Flying Field which he was always amused
about, the thought of roads where witches and wizards could fly without
being seen by Muggles when they couldn't apparate where they wanted to be
was one of the more enjoyable things he had come to like about wizards
worlds. He still flew on his Firebolt despite it being several years old
and not exactly built for long term flying but it was still an extremely
enjoyable feeling to use It flying past the dozens of other wizards and
witches moving through the air in England. Fawkes sat perched on the back
of his broom and simply hooted in enjoyment at the flight. Harry missed
Hedwig but the owl had perished pulling Voldemort's hood over his face and
allowing Harry the killing blow with his wand....something that was burned
painfully into his memory as much as the lightning bolt was in his forehead.
After about an hour of passing by various wizardry families flying by in
everything from baskets to bathtubs Harry managed to land safely outside
Sirius Black's home which would be his home until he decided to get his own
'Which isn't likely that far off.' Harry observed.
The mansion was a very old wizardry construct that Harry had been informed
was a "gentleman's house" by Ron but frankly looked more than a little
absurd with all the House Elves 'fully reimbursed by the Ministry of Magic
Act-ZZ-445-B thanks to the bizarre non-violent revolt of one Dobby. Elf.'
Harry smirked remembering the Daily prophet article, tending to the large
amounts of animate green shrubbery animals that were resisting tending too
and the statues of Greek Olympians which were quarreling about who would
hold the pouring vases of water and who would hold the discus all day.
Sirius himself was standing in attendance over the strangeness with a
perverse look of pride to the accomplishment of being the estate's master.
Sirius Black had changed from the haggard prisoner of Azkaban and now was
clean-shaven, tall and straight with a bit more meat to his bones from
living a life not on the food of prisoners. His clothing was a formal
wizard's robe designed for comfort by Brownies in Italy that cost more than
Harry would pay for a new broom.
"Harry my boy! It's so good to see you." Sirius wrapped him in a firm
handshake then a hug before leading him into the house "Dobby was just
ordering around a number of House elves to try and get them to make a feast
for me this morning.'
Harry Potter snickered entering the large manor's study and found it
blissfully ironic Dobby had transformed from a bizzare forlorn servant to an
even more bizarre revolutionary leader to now bossy butler. The study was a
huge twisted room where books were hanging upside down in a dome all around
with portraits lining the walls that could be told what to show. In the
center was a stone table with a writing quill, parchment, and numerous
pictures that apparently Sirius was organizing. Harry with his hands in his
pockets took a seat on the couch, which wandered over and looked at Sirius
"Yeah well I was kind of wondering if I could talk to you about my plans for
the future."
Sirius smiled and sat down in a very large stuffed blue chair "Certainly
Harry I'm always there when you need me." Harry smiled at his godfather's
whose words were as sincere and proven so as they come.
"Well Sirius." Harry didn't know how to broach it so he decided to up front
tell his guardian angel "I don't know what to do with my life."
"You could probably do nothing." Sirius said getting his hot chicken broth
lunch poured on his lap by a house elf tossing it on him and then profusely
apologizing. Sirius simply wiped himself off smiling.
"Dobby's still hiring unskilled house elves isn't he? What do you mean
nothing?" Harry blinked noting the former Malfoy elf had taken it upon
himself to make sure every elf without a position whether due to
rebelliousness or incompetence got a position at Sirius's, the former
prisoner of Azkaban had proven remarkably patient.
"I mean Harry that in your meager lifetime of eighteen years you've managed
to accomplish enough that you'll go down truly as one of the great wizards
of our time. Your father and mother's wealth is invested wisely in strong
magical companies and you'll never need worry about going hungry or wanting
for even most luxuries you might want. Truth be told you might just sit back
and enjoy life for the rest of it." Sirrus said cleaning off his robe and
lifting up the noodles on it with both fingers and wand.
"I wouldn't feel right doing that Sirius." Harry said truthfully "I mean I'm
glad I've done all the things I've done but it was mostly a matter of being
at the right place at the right time." Or the wrong place at the wrong time
repeatedly.
"Dumbledore would call that destiny Harry and I get what you mean. Very
well, I would recommend going with something you love. It's simple advice
Harry but it's what I'm doing and I think it will make all the difference in
the world for how I am remembered." Sirius said, it still was a wound that
had not healed that many wizards and even Muggles viewed Sirius as a
criminal rather than the innocent he was despite being exonerated in both
worlds.
"Well that's the problem Sirius the only thing I really love doing is play
Quidditch and hang around with my friends and they're not exactly." Harry
stopped watching Sirius grin at him.
"Well then Harry. Have you ever considered playing professionally?" Sirius
raised a hand up into the air.
"You're joking." Potter blinked as his glasses slid down on his nose.
"Not at all Harry. You proved yourself Victor Krum's equal when you were
four years younger and he was considered 'the' star of broom riding. Well at
least until he broke his leg and was suspended from the team because of that
fight." Sirius trailed off "In any case you've only gotten better and with a
little experience I'd say you could play on any team you like."
"Experience?" Harry asked rather interested as another Sirius's house elves
gave him his tea, which was too hot and tastes more like lemonade than tea,
which Harry didn't mind really.
"Well there are many good collegiate teams, I wouldn't recommend directly
trying out even if you are the best seeker in the world Harry. Playing
against the Slytherins is one thing, playing against a hardened seeker of the
Cup is something else." Sirius smirked.
Harry blinked and adjusted his glasses before squinting and cleaning them.
It appeared destiny was once again taking over again. "Like say New
Avalon?"
Sirius nodded "I actually attended school there while studying to be a
meta-zoologist Harry. Though that sort of fell through. It's a good school
and I'd be happy to write a recommendation to the committee..I happen to
know the head mistress." Black gave a look that Harry wasn't entirely
comfortable with given the man was his godfather and not a school-mate.
"I'd like that." Harry nodded content that he was going to at least attend
school with his friends again. "So what have you been doing in between
running for the ministry?" the young wizard looked at the stack of papers
and pictures.
"I thought I'd take up writing in the meantime. Some publisher offered me a
commission of twenty thousand galleons for my autobiography. I of course
refused especially since I didn't think I could do the story justice but I've
found I'm actually quite good at it. I'm currently working on "Parseltongues
of the 20th century" sort of as a gift to you Harry to show the ability to
speak with snakes isn't necessarily bad." Sirius frowned as he drank his own
tea, probably because of the taste.
"How is it going?" Harry said actually rather flattered and interested in
the topic.
"Actually not too good Harry unfortunately aside from Doctor Simon Pythonis
in Africa who worked with potions to help poor African tribesmen infected
with of lycanthropy and you of course, the Parseltongues I've found
information on have proven to be some of the most unpleasant scum that has
ever crawled out from the bottom of the wizardry underbelly." Sirius sighed
looking at the photos which Harry noted mostly contained images of devious,
slimy, and all round evil looking men. One particular image however stood
out and Harry picked up the picture from Sirius's table.
"Who is this guy?" Potter asked looking at the image which held a man in his
seventies draped not in wizard's robes but a Muggle military uniform that
was covered in medals, insignias that looked familiar but vastly different
from pictures Harry had seen, and was cursed with a face that reflected
every ounce of cruelty that was seen in his serpentine eyes. In his hands
was a wand that was made of twisted bone wrapped with a carved serpent that
ended with a hideous dragon's head.
Harry's Godfather looked at him with a grim look as his brow furrowed "Ah
quite possibly the worst of the worst after Voldemort himself. General
Octavian Grindelwald of Austria. The Death Eaters unfortunately were not
the only group wizards have produced with an aversion to Muggles but unlike
them Grindelwald's group didn't want to exterminate just the Muggle blooded
wizards among us but wanted to enslave the entire Muggle race for their own
use. Before World War II he allied himself with the Axis Muggle leaders and
tried to help them conquer the world. In 1945, though, Albus Dumbledore tracked
him down and killed him. He was so powerful that the papers named him the
Chaos Bringer."
***
TO BE CONTINUED
-Charlemagne