Harry Potter and the Collegium of New Avalon
Author: Charlemagne
Part: 5
Rated: PG
Genre: Action Adventure/Mild Romance (HP/CC, Hermione/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. Rowlings
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.
1870 A.D.
Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore was quite possibly the most sought after bachelor his six years on campus and he absolutely loved turning on the charm for the ladies. The Ravenclaw was an absolutely terrible Quidditch player and personally preferred to everyone's horror study than the craziness of flying but he had still managed to keep himself in the sleek crowd.
'Looks don't last forever…even ones as dashing as mine.' He smirked as he went to the Ravenclaw common room.
"Empire." He said dryly really hating the wave of nationalism that had overtaken the Scottish castle since Britain had started declaring itself the capital of the world. Then again Albus was Scottish and his family still considered it "temporarely" English despite the union for the past centuries.
'Forget politics. Back to friendship and experimentation.' He rubbed his hands together and slapped the similarly studious Octavian on the back.
"Are you still writing in that stupid book Otto! God's thumbs man get off it! There's a whole world to visit. The Hufflepuff triplettes are going to be in Hogsmead tonight. I'll save you one." Albus said looking worried once again at the isolationistic man he'd shared a room with those six years. Octavian marches to the beat of his own bagpipe or whatever the equivalent they had in Prussia but Albus and he had found friendship in their mutual love of transfiguration, that is until Octavian had started getting weird about it. It frankly was concerning Albus.
"Always the romantic dandy Albus. I'm sure the sisters would be drawing straws to see which one would end up with me. You go on ahead I'm sure they wouldn't want to be saddled with me." The words "or you" went unspoken but Albus heard them nonetheless and didn't like the implication he was just being polite to his friend.
"Octavian I'm getting worried sick about you and that book. I thought we both agreed the Prime magic was far above our ability to experiment with." Albus frowned looking at more arcane equations regarding advanced levels of transmutations mixed with gross speculation. The two boys had playfully started work to discover if all matter was at heart made of magic and if so how they could harness that magic, their work had opened up areas Dumbledore was sure no living wizard openly knew about but they'd ended up blowing up the Ravenclaw common room and the dungeon level under it they'd been using in the process. It had been a miracle no one was in the blast area at the time. The Headmaster had blamed it on an earthquake. No wizard they had assumed could so causally do what they had done.
"Albus I know we did but it's been playing on my mind for months…WHAT IF WE CAN. I've been working on calculations for weeks…" Octavian was about to start trying to convince him to start using the Prime magic again. That's what they had named it. Albus just grabbed his friend by the shoulders and held him fast.
"Octavian no. Okay…there's some great information for alchemy in that. I actually wrote a letter to Nicholas Flamel, Nicholas Flamel for God sakes, about it and he is writing me BACK. I swear I will breeze through New Avalon's transmutations, I may even get to skip the years I'd have to attend but you can't focus chaos Otto! It's pointing a wand and saying "DO SOMETHING" not doing it." Albus shook his head, he'd been honestly frightened by what he had seen in those magical waves.
"Maybe Albus…maybe that makes it the only real magic there is." Octavian Grindelwald said with a half grin before Albus Dumbledore shook his head and headed out the door, realizing there was no talking to him.
***
"Maybe I should turn Hermione into a cat." Ron murmured stacking the set of books, which Atrus Pandora had handed him. The old man had gestured vaguely towards some area that Ron suspected was completely the wrong place to stack them. Atrus was constantly walking through walls stacking books and murmuring about the titles, memory charms didn't affect one's abilities so the man probably had the most useless collection of book trivia in his head since Hermione. "Yo Spell-trained, step on it!" Ron said to Phillip who was handling twice as many books as he was because he was doing the gentlemanly thing and carrying Hermione's. Ron had a wicked urge to make whip spell noises around the poor guy but aside from the damn rabbit he was a pretty good sort if a bit Nevillish in his klutziness.
Ron thought he heard some Phillip mutter some, Muggle curse words he'd heard when he had been with Harry in a movie, which had been a pretty cool experience seeing one of those strange things if a lot like a beginners illusion spell.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." Phillip murmured as Ron felt a copy of "Hogwarts: A History" fall on his head and nearly plunge him to the ground as his eyes shot up and caught a glimpse of a darting cotton-tail. He wondered briefly if Ginny would ever forgive him for killing a defenseless fuzzy animal or his father for breaking a minor Wizard law, then again what they didn't know couldn't hurt them. It was only a shame that Hermione and the guy she fancied seemed to like the little rotter, otherwise he'd be presenting them to Isolde as mittens.
'Isolde.' Ron was briefly wondering why the girl was playing so much into his mind, she was pretty yes but he hadn't been obsessed about a girl in a long time and it was for far bigger reasons than he met her on a pier. 'I'm not thinking about Hermione and Krum. I'm not'
It was something unnat…
"Ahem that copy of Hogwarts: A History doesn't go here young man." Atrus said taking the book and wandering through the walls which just creeped Ron out.
"So you have any idea where you and Ms. Chang are going on your date? She's a very attractive girl." Phillip asked setting down with a thud the books on the library table that Harry was reading a copy of the "Quidditch through the Ages" which was written by some author or another.
"Oh no idea whatsoever and it's not a date….I think. Well I hope it's a date." Harry stopped seeing Phillip looking at him.
"You sound like me." The man spoke sorting the books on the shelf as Ron pulled out a copy of "The Auror's Manual: A guide to every situation you might encounter facing a Dark Wizard….ha…okay just a hell of a lot of them." And read the title aloud, flipping through it. "Wow this is good stuff."
"That's not all I found." Hermione spoke smiling as she came forward with a book covered in a big image of Harry Potter's lightning scar over a purple book covering "Harry Potter: The Man, the Myth, the Legend" she smiled handing it Harry who had a disgusted look on his face.
"Oh God…" he cursed as Phillip looked at the author "Rita Skeeter, former writer for the Daily Prophet."
Hermione smirked, three years having done considerable to cool her temper regarding Rita and toughen her skin against such lies that she told "I wonder what she says about you in this one. Hmmm Harry Potter has only rarely let fame influence his personal life but it does occasionally influence his relationship with male life-companion Ron Weasley, Harry's partner for many…"
"SHE SAYS WHAT?!"
"HUH?!"
Ron and Harry's voices shouted, up wards as Hermione smiled and laughing was heard all through the strange twisted corridors of the seemingly infinite library of New Avalon. The library was particularly difficult to catalog as it contained the collections of numerous professors who died without heirs and several fond students, plus possessed the rather annoying curse placed on it by it's first librarian when he was fired for dark magic in that it's halls lead to every library in the world for brief periods that had magical items. This thankfully required a certain series of knocks, keys, and passwords at specific places or the librarian likely would have ended up in the Titanic's library, the Library of Alexandria so many years ago, or the Malfoy's and never have been seen again….and not to mention any number of students. As it was the library was several miles and many levels and it was lucky they were only re-arranging the student section or they and the other well wishers would be here the rest of their lives like Atrus.
"Gotcha." Hermione smiled.
"You do not JOKE about things like that Hermione!" Ron said quite seriously as Harry nodded.
"Oh please your manhood is the last thing I'm going to insult. Besides Phillip is laughing." Hermione gestured to the American who blinked as both his fellow men stared daggers, it was one thing to be interested a female friend, it was quite another to become her tool against you.
"Look at this…!" Phillip grabbed the first book he saw as he opened it up and blinked at it. "Funny it's blank."
"Probably Atrus's daily journal." Ron said as he got a stare from his friends.
"That's cruel Ron." Harry said and Ron admitted it was beneath him.
The hourglass Harry had set aside from the start of the "helping" let it's final grain of sand tick off as Harry nodded, it was eight o'clock and they'd been helping Atrus Pandora for close to five hours. Harry admitted he had been having fun despite being surrounded by nothing but musty old tomes.
"The Arch-Wizard Grindelwald in 1945 was already head of one of the largest rogue wizard groups the world had ever seen and one of the rare operators of the perversely powerful Prime Magic a.k.a Chaos Sorcery which has been internationally banned by the ministry of magic….hey get this Harry. The Chaos Bringer was defeated by Special agent Dumbledore but members of his group prophecized his return…" Ron said reading from his book as Harry looked at him with chills.
"Don't.", for a brief moment Harry was sure his scar hurt but it was imagination.
***
A storm began to move around the island of New Avalon mysteriously as Baal Krell looked at Isolde Devlin, the red headed woman lying on his bed in his dorm-house-room. The storm pattered against his windows as he clenched his fists in white-hot fisted rage accented by the fact he'd nearly gotten beaten on the field and his mother had given him what four with her hands to make sure that he never was so stupidly overconfident with a opponent again. He needed to re-establish his dominance and Isolde was the best person for it, especially with what she was doing.
"I don't honestly know how you can do this to me!? I mean if it weren't for me you wouldn't be here! I've introduced you to all these people, given you everything, nearly everything you've asked for…" Baal frowned as Isolde's look, which was one that gave him the impression she didn't think she owed him anything.
"Oh shut up." Baal said slapping her across the face and sending her sailing back into the wall.
"You've isolated me! You've kept me from all those I could care about with you….your accursed magic." Isolde spit at Baal's face covering the ugly purple bruise on her face.
Baal pulled immediately out his wand and pointed at her as she hissed at him and tears flew down her eyes before Baal summoned up his will with a sneer, drowning out all sympathy, and shouted "IMPERIO!"
Isolde shook for a second as she blinked.
"Stop crying." He said as a command.
Isolde stopped crying almost instantly.
"Now you will stop trying to see other men!" he sighed and smiled letting his face soften as he kissed her full on the lips and left the room with a smile "I'll go make some dinner."
Isolde blinked as the curse the young warlock had learned somewhere kept her from disobeying but a half sinister smile of revenge moved across her face with a deep grin "I will stop trying to see them…but you'll still soon be dead."
Author: Charlemagne
Part: 5
Rated: PG
Genre: Action Adventure/Mild Romance (HP/CC, Hermione/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. Rowlings
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.
1870 A.D.
Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore was quite possibly the most sought after bachelor his six years on campus and he absolutely loved turning on the charm for the ladies. The Ravenclaw was an absolutely terrible Quidditch player and personally preferred to everyone's horror study than the craziness of flying but he had still managed to keep himself in the sleek crowd.
'Looks don't last forever…even ones as dashing as mine.' He smirked as he went to the Ravenclaw common room.
"Empire." He said dryly really hating the wave of nationalism that had overtaken the Scottish castle since Britain had started declaring itself the capital of the world. Then again Albus was Scottish and his family still considered it "temporarely" English despite the union for the past centuries.
'Forget politics. Back to friendship and experimentation.' He rubbed his hands together and slapped the similarly studious Octavian on the back.
"Are you still writing in that stupid book Otto! God's thumbs man get off it! There's a whole world to visit. The Hufflepuff triplettes are going to be in Hogsmead tonight. I'll save you one." Albus said looking worried once again at the isolationistic man he'd shared a room with those six years. Octavian marches to the beat of his own bagpipe or whatever the equivalent they had in Prussia but Albus and he had found friendship in their mutual love of transfiguration, that is until Octavian had started getting weird about it. It frankly was concerning Albus.
"Always the romantic dandy Albus. I'm sure the sisters would be drawing straws to see which one would end up with me. You go on ahead I'm sure they wouldn't want to be saddled with me." The words "or you" went unspoken but Albus heard them nonetheless and didn't like the implication he was just being polite to his friend.
"Octavian I'm getting worried sick about you and that book. I thought we both agreed the Prime magic was far above our ability to experiment with." Albus frowned looking at more arcane equations regarding advanced levels of transmutations mixed with gross speculation. The two boys had playfully started work to discover if all matter was at heart made of magic and if so how they could harness that magic, their work had opened up areas Dumbledore was sure no living wizard openly knew about but they'd ended up blowing up the Ravenclaw common room and the dungeon level under it they'd been using in the process. It had been a miracle no one was in the blast area at the time. The Headmaster had blamed it on an earthquake. No wizard they had assumed could so causally do what they had done.
"Albus I know we did but it's been playing on my mind for months…WHAT IF WE CAN. I've been working on calculations for weeks…" Octavian was about to start trying to convince him to start using the Prime magic again. That's what they had named it. Albus just grabbed his friend by the shoulders and held him fast.
"Octavian no. Okay…there's some great information for alchemy in that. I actually wrote a letter to Nicholas Flamel, Nicholas Flamel for God sakes, about it and he is writing me BACK. I swear I will breeze through New Avalon's transmutations, I may even get to skip the years I'd have to attend but you can't focus chaos Otto! It's pointing a wand and saying "DO SOMETHING" not doing it." Albus shook his head, he'd been honestly frightened by what he had seen in those magical waves.
"Maybe Albus…maybe that makes it the only real magic there is." Octavian Grindelwald said with a half grin before Albus Dumbledore shook his head and headed out the door, realizing there was no talking to him.
***
"Maybe I should turn Hermione into a cat." Ron murmured stacking the set of books, which Atrus Pandora had handed him. The old man had gestured vaguely towards some area that Ron suspected was completely the wrong place to stack them. Atrus was constantly walking through walls stacking books and murmuring about the titles, memory charms didn't affect one's abilities so the man probably had the most useless collection of book trivia in his head since Hermione. "Yo Spell-trained, step on it!" Ron said to Phillip who was handling twice as many books as he was because he was doing the gentlemanly thing and carrying Hermione's. Ron had a wicked urge to make whip spell noises around the poor guy but aside from the damn rabbit he was a pretty good sort if a bit Nevillish in his klutziness.
Ron thought he heard some Phillip mutter some, Muggle curse words he'd heard when he had been with Harry in a movie, which had been a pretty cool experience seeing one of those strange things if a lot like a beginners illusion spell.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." Phillip murmured as Ron felt a copy of "Hogwarts: A History" fall on his head and nearly plunge him to the ground as his eyes shot up and caught a glimpse of a darting cotton-tail. He wondered briefly if Ginny would ever forgive him for killing a defenseless fuzzy animal or his father for breaking a minor Wizard law, then again what they didn't know couldn't hurt them. It was only a shame that Hermione and the guy she fancied seemed to like the little rotter, otherwise he'd be presenting them to Isolde as mittens.
'Isolde.' Ron was briefly wondering why the girl was playing so much into his mind, she was pretty yes but he hadn't been obsessed about a girl in a long time and it was for far bigger reasons than he met her on a pier. 'I'm not thinking about Hermione and Krum. I'm not'
It was something unnat…
"Ahem that copy of Hogwarts: A History doesn't go here young man." Atrus said taking the book and wandering through the walls which just creeped Ron out.
"So you have any idea where you and Ms. Chang are going on your date? She's a very attractive girl." Phillip asked setting down with a thud the books on the library table that Harry was reading a copy of the "Quidditch through the Ages" which was written by some author or another.
"Oh no idea whatsoever and it's not a date….I think. Well I hope it's a date." Harry stopped seeing Phillip looking at him.
"You sound like me." The man spoke sorting the books on the shelf as Ron pulled out a copy of "The Auror's Manual: A guide to every situation you might encounter facing a Dark Wizard….ha…okay just a hell of a lot of them." And read the title aloud, flipping through it. "Wow this is good stuff."
"That's not all I found." Hermione spoke smiling as she came forward with a book covered in a big image of Harry Potter's lightning scar over a purple book covering "Harry Potter: The Man, the Myth, the Legend" she smiled handing it Harry who had a disgusted look on his face.
"Oh God…" he cursed as Phillip looked at the author "Rita Skeeter, former writer for the Daily Prophet."
Hermione smirked, three years having done considerable to cool her temper regarding Rita and toughen her skin against such lies that she told "I wonder what she says about you in this one. Hmmm Harry Potter has only rarely let fame influence his personal life but it does occasionally influence his relationship with male life-companion Ron Weasley, Harry's partner for many…"
"SHE SAYS WHAT?!"
"HUH?!"
Ron and Harry's voices shouted, up wards as Hermione smiled and laughing was heard all through the strange twisted corridors of the seemingly infinite library of New Avalon. The library was particularly difficult to catalog as it contained the collections of numerous professors who died without heirs and several fond students, plus possessed the rather annoying curse placed on it by it's first librarian when he was fired for dark magic in that it's halls lead to every library in the world for brief periods that had magical items. This thankfully required a certain series of knocks, keys, and passwords at specific places or the librarian likely would have ended up in the Titanic's library, the Library of Alexandria so many years ago, or the Malfoy's and never have been seen again….and not to mention any number of students. As it was the library was several miles and many levels and it was lucky they were only re-arranging the student section or they and the other well wishers would be here the rest of their lives like Atrus.
"Gotcha." Hermione smiled.
"You do not JOKE about things like that Hermione!" Ron said quite seriously as Harry nodded.
"Oh please your manhood is the last thing I'm going to insult. Besides Phillip is laughing." Hermione gestured to the American who blinked as both his fellow men stared daggers, it was one thing to be interested a female friend, it was quite another to become her tool against you.
"Look at this…!" Phillip grabbed the first book he saw as he opened it up and blinked at it. "Funny it's blank."
"Probably Atrus's daily journal." Ron said as he got a stare from his friends.
"That's cruel Ron." Harry said and Ron admitted it was beneath him.
The hourglass Harry had set aside from the start of the "helping" let it's final grain of sand tick off as Harry nodded, it was eight o'clock and they'd been helping Atrus Pandora for close to five hours. Harry admitted he had been having fun despite being surrounded by nothing but musty old tomes.
"The Arch-Wizard Grindelwald in 1945 was already head of one of the largest rogue wizard groups the world had ever seen and one of the rare operators of the perversely powerful Prime Magic a.k.a Chaos Sorcery which has been internationally banned by the ministry of magic….hey get this Harry. The Chaos Bringer was defeated by Special agent Dumbledore but members of his group prophecized his return…" Ron said reading from his book as Harry looked at him with chills.
"Don't.", for a brief moment Harry was sure his scar hurt but it was imagination.
***
A storm began to move around the island of New Avalon mysteriously as Baal Krell looked at Isolde Devlin, the red headed woman lying on his bed in his dorm-house-room. The storm pattered against his windows as he clenched his fists in white-hot fisted rage accented by the fact he'd nearly gotten beaten on the field and his mother had given him what four with her hands to make sure that he never was so stupidly overconfident with a opponent again. He needed to re-establish his dominance and Isolde was the best person for it, especially with what she was doing.
"I don't honestly know how you can do this to me!? I mean if it weren't for me you wouldn't be here! I've introduced you to all these people, given you everything, nearly everything you've asked for…" Baal frowned as Isolde's look, which was one that gave him the impression she didn't think she owed him anything.
"Oh shut up." Baal said slapping her across the face and sending her sailing back into the wall.
"You've isolated me! You've kept me from all those I could care about with you….your accursed magic." Isolde spit at Baal's face covering the ugly purple bruise on her face.
Baal pulled immediately out his wand and pointed at her as she hissed at him and tears flew down her eyes before Baal summoned up his will with a sneer, drowning out all sympathy, and shouted "IMPERIO!"
Isolde shook for a second as she blinked.
"Stop crying." He said as a command.
Isolde stopped crying almost instantly.
"Now you will stop trying to see other men!" he sighed and smiled letting his face soften as he kissed her full on the lips and left the room with a smile "I'll go make some dinner."
Isolde blinked as the curse the young warlock had learned somewhere kept her from disobeying but a half sinister smile of revenge moved across her face with a deep grin "I will stop trying to see them…but you'll still soon be dead."