Harry Potter and the Collegium of New Avalon
Author: Charlemagne
Part: 3
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 breathed softly the air of the Welsh sea port as he felt the
apparate spell work properly around both him and Sirius who had helped him
pick out all the books he was going to need for New Avalon and the solid
gold gauntlet and shoulder rest that he would need to hold Fawkes when he
wanted to walk him. Apparently his Phoenix companion was used to a few
certain tastes, which were eating well into Harry's pocket money.
"Goodbye Sirius." Harry said with the heavy load of luggage over his
shoulder and to his side.
"See you soon Harry. Remember you're a grown man now and you have no excuse
not to visit me chance you get." Sirius smiled and waved crossing his arms
with a smirk that was slightly foreboding
Harry checked the instructions for attending the new school and saw with a
bit of
disappointment that they weren't for anything fantastic like entry point 9 ¾
but just the end of Pier 13 which he was glad to note that no one in the
quaint little fishing village seemed to know about.
'I rather like the idea of the college entrances always being hidden in
plain sight.' It gave him a sense of the familiar that he was missing since
Hogwarts, which would always be his true home in a way.
"Harry?" Harry heard the familiar feminine voice when he wandered up to the
large crowd of students, which was gathering for the hourly ship to New
Avalon. Potter had been hoping to run into Herimone or Ron before he arrived
but he was surprised greatly to already spot another familiar.and very
welcome face.
"Uh Hi Cho." Harry said looking at Cho Chang as she smiled back at him.
Harry had always had the largest of crushes on the beautiful Asian Hogwart's
student but he'd never had the guts to pursue it during his years there save
beyond a few failed attempts to ask her out and she was transferred before
his seventh year when Voldemort was finally laid to rest.
"So your going to New Avalon too huh?" Cho smiled as Harry nodded noting her
summer dress and jumper and that she looked like she was going to a party
more than she was attending school, in truth he felt awfully formal compared
to her.
"Yeah first year. I'm going to try out for the Quidditch team." Harry noted
trying desperately to stay behind Cho before too many people saw him, if he
was famous before his actually killing Voldemort hadn't help matters and he
really wanted to spend some time alone with Cho. Nothing gave you courage
like staring death in the face but unfortunately even for a graduate
Gryffindor it didn't help if the face was extremely pretty.
Cho laughed at that which made Harry want to leap into the water and drown.
"Good luck I just barely managed to get on the team myself.it's mostly a
bunch of guys who have spent there entire lives playing Quidditch
fanatically and the deans fudge them from needing anything like an education
or job. I think you could do it if I could..be nice to have someone I like
there." She smiled leaving the accent on like as Harry breathed in a bit and
smiled with a half blush on his cheek.
"I'd like that."
***
Hermione sighed as her parents dropped her off on the Welsh coastal village
of Medreut's Point which was a friendly enough place if everyone was a bit
suspicious of a young woman wearing robes in the middle of town like the
probably thirty or fifty others they saw enter the town around this time
every day around this time of year. The Boats of New Avalon weren't the
only means of traveling to the island, which had warp-keys and could be visi
ted by broom but Hermione didn't want to miss the sight of the legendary
magically carved ships and her parents wouldn't help her pay for a broom of
her own yet. Besides Hermione didn't really mind her parents seeing her off
to collegium as they'd been nothing but supportive of her chosen career and
she'd miss seeing them terribly.
'Still I can't wait to be off on my own.' Hermione smiled with an almost
evil grin to her face. It was most unlike her but she couldn't deny the
attraction of having the freedom that would come with being a fully trained
witch off on her own in such a environment as New Avalon.
"Meow!" Crookshanks hissed at a snow white rabbit who bounced past Hermione
with a swift gait into the morning air of the village followed by a young
man a year or two older dressed in plain white wizard's robes carrying a
twisted white wand of unicorn horn in his hand. She had little time to
examine him further as he chased the rabbit and apparently tripped on his
own robes onto the pier boards!
"Oh my goodness." Hermione laid her books down on the ground and went down
to help the man who'd fallen square on his face up.
"Oh thank you. Thank you very much." The man spoke looking up into her eyes
and accepting her hand as he pushed himself up from the ground and smiled
obviously quite embarrassed. His rabbit was standing there grinning as if
from some private triumph of his. The young wizard had short blonde hair,
neatly trimmed, and crooked wire rim glasses that were somewhat like Harry'
s. The man, also spoke with a vaguely guttural basic version of English,
Hermione guessed he was American. "Oh excuse me." he seemed a bit hesitant
before offering his hand then vigorous looking at her "Phillip Ashland."
"Hermione Granger." She returned his handshake before sizing him up, looking
at him as she noted he looked awfully uncomfortable in his wizard robes.
Glancing down at his books, which had fallen all over the pier, though
thankfully not into the water. It was obvious he'd completely forgotten
them.
"That's a pretty name.oh." Phillip looked down at his books before starting
to pick them up with a wince and looked at his rabbit, which was still
smiling at him. She noted his wand was fully unicorn horn twisted by
magical spell work one of the most difficult and expensive wand types in the
world yet he was holding very hap standard, very curious.
"You're a wizard too?" he asked looking at her before she blinked and looked
at him for a moment.
"A witch actually." she said very perplexed as she started to walk with him.
It was one thing to have poor wand posture heading to a collegium but quite
another not to know the proper terms for a man and woman magic user! He
seemed to be smiling though and very relieved and in a way he kind of looked
like a puppy.
Hermione, then noted that the wizard's robes were being tugged on by his
very human seeming rabbit. "Oh I think Hermes wants me to introduce him."
"Hermes." Hermione smiled noting the Greek God of speed and messengers.
"Has he been your companion very long?" Hermione had never claimed to own
Crook shanks and couldn't really think anyone could own an animal,
especially a magical one, after living with one for a month.
"Well not really though I must admit he's showing me quite a few ins and
outs of the Magical World.Professor Dumbledore." he hesitated the name as if
he was making sure he pronounced it right "Gave him to me when he
started.training me three weeks ago."
Hermione blinked at him "Three weeks?!"
***
Ron Weasley smiled riding his brand new broom and looked over his dashing
new cloak and robes that had come directly out Eros Vanity catalog of men's
wear. When his mother had found them she had demanded to know if he was
dealing in Forbidden spells on the side so Ron had managed to lose his ever
full purse within a month of getting it but George and Fred had helped him
pocket it back and replace it with a fake on the promise he'd help them buy
new inventory. Ron still had the little cash-maker in his pocket and had
resolved to be more thrifty in it's use.
Ron quickly put his broom up in his back pack as he prepared to be oohed and
awed over by every student present given the broom was a Diablo-2001 which
was quite possibly the most incredible broom ever built by wizard or witch
hands.
'Oh great.' Ron sighed looking at the first group of New Avalon men he
glanced his eyes on as he walked over onto Pier 13, every last one of them
was wearing Eros Vanity clothing and a number of them had Diablo-2001 brooms
with a few of them possessing a number of less attractive but more exotic
models like the Bavarian Moon Wafflers which were recognized as the most
expensive and therefore best brooms year for year.
'Oh well it was fun while it lasted.' Ron shrugged as he decided to lean up
against the pier's wooden side and look for Hermione, they'd agreed to meet
here and send an owl to Harry with their first impressions of the school.
It was then that Ron noticed that Harry was already here talking to Cho
Chang and giggling like Ginny on her first day at Hogwarts, but then again
the head girl at Gryffindor would have pounded him into a pulp for bringing
that one up again or Neville would.
'Way to go Harry! Work with your inner love charm.' Ron smirked having been
completely irritated with Harry's consistent inability to ask one Ravenclaw
girl out on a date. Ron had managed to have a steady stream of girlfriends
all throughout Ravenclaw thanks to his adventures including Pansy Parkinson,
which was about the worst mistake one could make in Hogwarts, dating a
Slytherin.
It was then that Ron spotted a breathtakingly beautiful young redhead
standing beside him who was dressed very well but had a look of sweetness to
her tanned cheeks that made Ron want to draw his breath in. "Uh hi." Ron
said his absolutely smoothest line before lowering his head in absolute
complete shame.
"Oh hi. I'm Isolde Devlin." She offered her hand smiling with her green eyes
sparkling like little emeralds, she was shorter than Ron by a few inches
which Ron very much liked.
"Ron Weasley." He offered his hand as she smiled obviously having not heard
of him. "Oh hey aren't you friends with Harry Potter?" she said blinking
before Ron smiled while his inner self-image crumbled like a stack of cards.
'That goes up there with my worst things you can say to a guy who likes you
moments.' Ron nodded "Yeah me and Harry are close friends. Want to meet
him?" he smiled, taking note that went up there with the worst possible
responses you could give someone. He'd never played on Harry's fame before
and he was positively ashamed of himself he was going to do it now.
"WOULD I!" Isolde spoke shocked and clearly excited by the prospect as she
moved a bit closer to Ron before he began leading her over to Harry's
corner.
It was then that Ron felt a cold hand that he would have sworn would have
been Snape's or a vampire's had it not been daylight and thus anathema to
both. Turning around Ron looked up to an exceptionally tall man who looked
a bit old for attending New Avalon collegium though that might have been the
fact he looked like a body builder as well. The man was dressed in Eros
Vanity clothes but Ron imagined he'd look a bit more comfortable in
executioner's robes. His eyes were a deep blue and looked as soulless as
they came.
"Hello." The man said colder than 'I'm going to kill you' sounded like.
"Oh hello Baal." Isolde smirked looking up to the man and then frowning at
his hand on Ron which he promptly removed at her look.
"Baal Krell." The man said shaking Ron's hand with a look that was equally
unpleasant. "I'm Isolde's boyfriend."
'THEE Baal Krell?' Ron thought blinking at the man. Seekers had been
traditionally small agile men like Harry and.God punish his soul Draco, but
Baal was infamous as the largest seeker ever and he played rough looking for
the Snitch..so rough his Dad had considered stopping watching the New Avalon
Dragons all together.
"Yeah.my boyfriend." Isolde frowned at Ron before looking up and blinking
"Look the ship is arriving." Ron didn't pay attention noticing that Hermione
was walking in with a man about his height deep in conversation.
'Well at least Herim is having luck making friends.' Ron thought looking
around to see the beautiful sailing vessel that was coming out of the misty
fog rolling towards the banks of the shore and over the pier with swift
speed.
'So that's where English fog comes from.' Ron smirked watching the
spectacle. It was not a large vessel but it was blessed with an aerodynamic
wizard's shaping touch that gave it an unearthly appearance. Ron had never
been a big fan of boats but he imagined this one was pretty enough it would
make a fine yacht for taking out some young lady on a moonlit cruise. He
half expected the thing's upside down turned sail being blown upon by the
wind elemental in the sky to help it take off.
It was then that a heavy looking wizard dressed in sea-green robes carrying
a lantern on the right side of his wizard's staff and a bell on the other
side shook it, filling the pier with ringing "All aboard who're coming
aboard for the Isle of Mists! Witches, Wizards, Warlocks, and Sorcerers
only.any Muggle relatives or spouses must stay behind. This is my first and
last call..thank you." A rather large ramp held up by a sea-gnome, one of
the few members of the species who were actually rather pleasant, then was
placed to the pier after it docked moments later.
Looking with a wistful look of longing toward Isolde Ron shook his head and
walked towards Harry and Hermione with a smile "Guys have I got a story for
you."
***
TO BE CONTINUED
-Charlemagne
Author: Charlemagne
Part: 3
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 breathed softly the air of the Welsh sea port as he felt the
apparate spell work properly around both him and Sirius who had helped him
pick out all the books he was going to need for New Avalon and the solid
gold gauntlet and shoulder rest that he would need to hold Fawkes when he
wanted to walk him. Apparently his Phoenix companion was used to a few
certain tastes, which were eating well into Harry's pocket money.
"Goodbye Sirius." Harry said with the heavy load of luggage over his
shoulder and to his side.
"See you soon Harry. Remember you're a grown man now and you have no excuse
not to visit me chance you get." Sirius smiled and waved crossing his arms
with a smirk that was slightly foreboding
Harry checked the instructions for attending the new school and saw with a
bit of
disappointment that they weren't for anything fantastic like entry point 9 ¾
but just the end of Pier 13 which he was glad to note that no one in the
quaint little fishing village seemed to know about.
'I rather like the idea of the college entrances always being hidden in
plain sight.' It gave him a sense of the familiar that he was missing since
Hogwarts, which would always be his true home in a way.
"Harry?" Harry heard the familiar feminine voice when he wandered up to the
large crowd of students, which was gathering for the hourly ship to New
Avalon. Potter had been hoping to run into Herimone or Ron before he arrived
but he was surprised greatly to already spot another familiar.and very
welcome face.
"Uh Hi Cho." Harry said looking at Cho Chang as she smiled back at him.
Harry had always had the largest of crushes on the beautiful Asian Hogwart's
student but he'd never had the guts to pursue it during his years there save
beyond a few failed attempts to ask her out and she was transferred before
his seventh year when Voldemort was finally laid to rest.
"So your going to New Avalon too huh?" Cho smiled as Harry nodded noting her
summer dress and jumper and that she looked like she was going to a party
more than she was attending school, in truth he felt awfully formal compared
to her.
"Yeah first year. I'm going to try out for the Quidditch team." Harry noted
trying desperately to stay behind Cho before too many people saw him, if he
was famous before his actually killing Voldemort hadn't help matters and he
really wanted to spend some time alone with Cho. Nothing gave you courage
like staring death in the face but unfortunately even for a graduate
Gryffindor it didn't help if the face was extremely pretty.
Cho laughed at that which made Harry want to leap into the water and drown.
"Good luck I just barely managed to get on the team myself.it's mostly a
bunch of guys who have spent there entire lives playing Quidditch
fanatically and the deans fudge them from needing anything like an education
or job. I think you could do it if I could..be nice to have someone I like
there." She smiled leaving the accent on like as Harry breathed in a bit and
smiled with a half blush on his cheek.
"I'd like that."
***
Hermione sighed as her parents dropped her off on the Welsh coastal village
of Medreut's Point which was a friendly enough place if everyone was a bit
suspicious of a young woman wearing robes in the middle of town like the
probably thirty or fifty others they saw enter the town around this time
every day around this time of year. The Boats of New Avalon weren't the
only means of traveling to the island, which had warp-keys and could be visi
ted by broom but Hermione didn't want to miss the sight of the legendary
magically carved ships and her parents wouldn't help her pay for a broom of
her own yet. Besides Hermione didn't really mind her parents seeing her off
to collegium as they'd been nothing but supportive of her chosen career and
she'd miss seeing them terribly.
'Still I can't wait to be off on my own.' Hermione smiled with an almost
evil grin to her face. It was most unlike her but she couldn't deny the
attraction of having the freedom that would come with being a fully trained
witch off on her own in such a environment as New Avalon.
"Meow!" Crookshanks hissed at a snow white rabbit who bounced past Hermione
with a swift gait into the morning air of the village followed by a young
man a year or two older dressed in plain white wizard's robes carrying a
twisted white wand of unicorn horn in his hand. She had little time to
examine him further as he chased the rabbit and apparently tripped on his
own robes onto the pier boards!
"Oh my goodness." Hermione laid her books down on the ground and went down
to help the man who'd fallen square on his face up.
"Oh thank you. Thank you very much." The man spoke looking up into her eyes
and accepting her hand as he pushed himself up from the ground and smiled
obviously quite embarrassed. His rabbit was standing there grinning as if
from some private triumph of his. The young wizard had short blonde hair,
neatly trimmed, and crooked wire rim glasses that were somewhat like Harry'
s. The man, also spoke with a vaguely guttural basic version of English,
Hermione guessed he was American. "Oh excuse me." he seemed a bit hesitant
before offering his hand then vigorous looking at her "Phillip Ashland."
"Hermione Granger." She returned his handshake before sizing him up, looking
at him as she noted he looked awfully uncomfortable in his wizard robes.
Glancing down at his books, which had fallen all over the pier, though
thankfully not into the water. It was obvious he'd completely forgotten
them.
"That's a pretty name.oh." Phillip looked down at his books before starting
to pick them up with a wince and looked at his rabbit, which was still
smiling at him. She noted his wand was fully unicorn horn twisted by
magical spell work one of the most difficult and expensive wand types in the
world yet he was holding very hap standard, very curious.
"You're a wizard too?" he asked looking at her before she blinked and looked
at him for a moment.
"A witch actually." she said very perplexed as she started to walk with him.
It was one thing to have poor wand posture heading to a collegium but quite
another not to know the proper terms for a man and woman magic user! He
seemed to be smiling though and very relieved and in a way he kind of looked
like a puppy.
Hermione, then noted that the wizard's robes were being tugged on by his
very human seeming rabbit. "Oh I think Hermes wants me to introduce him."
"Hermes." Hermione smiled noting the Greek God of speed and messengers.
"Has he been your companion very long?" Hermione had never claimed to own
Crook shanks and couldn't really think anyone could own an animal,
especially a magical one, after living with one for a month.
"Well not really though I must admit he's showing me quite a few ins and
outs of the Magical World.Professor Dumbledore." he hesitated the name as if
he was making sure he pronounced it right "Gave him to me when he
started.training me three weeks ago."
Hermione blinked at him "Three weeks?!"
***
Ron Weasley smiled riding his brand new broom and looked over his dashing
new cloak and robes that had come directly out Eros Vanity catalog of men's
wear. When his mother had found them she had demanded to know if he was
dealing in Forbidden spells on the side so Ron had managed to lose his ever
full purse within a month of getting it but George and Fred had helped him
pocket it back and replace it with a fake on the promise he'd help them buy
new inventory. Ron still had the little cash-maker in his pocket and had
resolved to be more thrifty in it's use.
Ron quickly put his broom up in his back pack as he prepared to be oohed and
awed over by every student present given the broom was a Diablo-2001 which
was quite possibly the most incredible broom ever built by wizard or witch
hands.
'Oh great.' Ron sighed looking at the first group of New Avalon men he
glanced his eyes on as he walked over onto Pier 13, every last one of them
was wearing Eros Vanity clothing and a number of them had Diablo-2001 brooms
with a few of them possessing a number of less attractive but more exotic
models like the Bavarian Moon Wafflers which were recognized as the most
expensive and therefore best brooms year for year.
'Oh well it was fun while it lasted.' Ron shrugged as he decided to lean up
against the pier's wooden side and look for Hermione, they'd agreed to meet
here and send an owl to Harry with their first impressions of the school.
It was then that Ron noticed that Harry was already here talking to Cho
Chang and giggling like Ginny on her first day at Hogwarts, but then again
the head girl at Gryffindor would have pounded him into a pulp for bringing
that one up again or Neville would.
'Way to go Harry! Work with your inner love charm.' Ron smirked having been
completely irritated with Harry's consistent inability to ask one Ravenclaw
girl out on a date. Ron had managed to have a steady stream of girlfriends
all throughout Ravenclaw thanks to his adventures including Pansy Parkinson,
which was about the worst mistake one could make in Hogwarts, dating a
Slytherin.
It was then that Ron spotted a breathtakingly beautiful young redhead
standing beside him who was dressed very well but had a look of sweetness to
her tanned cheeks that made Ron want to draw his breath in. "Uh hi." Ron
said his absolutely smoothest line before lowering his head in absolute
complete shame.
"Oh hi. I'm Isolde Devlin." She offered her hand smiling with her green eyes
sparkling like little emeralds, she was shorter than Ron by a few inches
which Ron very much liked.
"Ron Weasley." He offered his hand as she smiled obviously having not heard
of him. "Oh hey aren't you friends with Harry Potter?" she said blinking
before Ron smiled while his inner self-image crumbled like a stack of cards.
'That goes up there with my worst things you can say to a guy who likes you
moments.' Ron nodded "Yeah me and Harry are close friends. Want to meet
him?" he smiled, taking note that went up there with the worst possible
responses you could give someone. He'd never played on Harry's fame before
and he was positively ashamed of himself he was going to do it now.
"WOULD I!" Isolde spoke shocked and clearly excited by the prospect as she
moved a bit closer to Ron before he began leading her over to Harry's
corner.
It was then that Ron felt a cold hand that he would have sworn would have
been Snape's or a vampire's had it not been daylight and thus anathema to
both. Turning around Ron looked up to an exceptionally tall man who looked
a bit old for attending New Avalon collegium though that might have been the
fact he looked like a body builder as well. The man was dressed in Eros
Vanity clothes but Ron imagined he'd look a bit more comfortable in
executioner's robes. His eyes were a deep blue and looked as soulless as
they came.
"Hello." The man said colder than 'I'm going to kill you' sounded like.
"Oh hello Baal." Isolde smirked looking up to the man and then frowning at
his hand on Ron which he promptly removed at her look.
"Baal Krell." The man said shaking Ron's hand with a look that was equally
unpleasant. "I'm Isolde's boyfriend."
'THEE Baal Krell?' Ron thought blinking at the man. Seekers had been
traditionally small agile men like Harry and.God punish his soul Draco, but
Baal was infamous as the largest seeker ever and he played rough looking for
the Snitch..so rough his Dad had considered stopping watching the New Avalon
Dragons all together.
"Yeah.my boyfriend." Isolde frowned at Ron before looking up and blinking
"Look the ship is arriving." Ron didn't pay attention noticing that Hermione
was walking in with a man about his height deep in conversation.
'Well at least Herim is having luck making friends.' Ron thought looking
around to see the beautiful sailing vessel that was coming out of the misty
fog rolling towards the banks of the shore and over the pier with swift
speed.
'So that's where English fog comes from.' Ron smirked watching the
spectacle. It was not a large vessel but it was blessed with an aerodynamic
wizard's shaping touch that gave it an unearthly appearance. Ron had never
been a big fan of boats but he imagined this one was pretty enough it would
make a fine yacht for taking out some young lady on a moonlit cruise. He
half expected the thing's upside down turned sail being blown upon by the
wind elemental in the sky to help it take off.
It was then that a heavy looking wizard dressed in sea-green robes carrying
a lantern on the right side of his wizard's staff and a bell on the other
side shook it, filling the pier with ringing "All aboard who're coming
aboard for the Isle of Mists! Witches, Wizards, Warlocks, and Sorcerers
only.any Muggle relatives or spouses must stay behind. This is my first and
last call..thank you." A rather large ramp held up by a sea-gnome, one of
the few members of the species who were actually rather pleasant, then was
placed to the pier after it docked moments later.
Looking with a wistful look of longing toward Isolde Ron shook his head and
walked towards Harry and Hermione with a smile "Guys have I got a story for
you."
***
TO BE CONTINUED
-Charlemagne