Disclaimer: The ideas of this story do not belong to me, and in fact, are not mine at all. If there is a Rothschild school in Chicago, or anywhere, the resemblance is purely coincidence.
Harry Potter and the Valar
Chapter Two: The Muggle World
Harry, Hermione and Ron were seated next to each other in a large jet bound across the Atlantic, along with the complete population of Hogwarts. After Hogwarts itself was transported into the Valar Realm, they were somehow taken back to London airport and into the plane in which they were now flying. There were no other people on the plane, which was fortunate because Professor Dumbledore needed to explain to them exactly what they were doing.
"You will be going into schools across America," he said, his voice sounding reassuring through the headphones they were all wearing as they avidly watched the screens in front of them. "This is to ensure your protection. We have placed charms upon all of you to prevent anyone from recognizing you, even if they have seen you before. Only the people aboard this plane and the Valar can now recognize you. I apologize for cutting you off from your families, but I assure you it will be temporary.
You will be students at Muggle schools. Fake backgrounds have been created for all of you. It will be somewhat more difficult for those of you who will be coming into schools where the students in your year have attended the school in previous years, but there is nothing we can do. We will now impart upon you the knowledge you will need."
And then it came, the flowing of the knowledge, through the Valar magic. What they would need to know in Muggle schools, what extracurricular activities they would do, where they would live, with what other Hogwarts students they would be. How they would first do a day at the Muggle schools, do their homework and other activities, then go back in time and redo the day at Hogwarts, and then go back in time yet again and do the day in the Valar Realm, learning about Valar magic. Harry felt the knowledge of how to play the oboe come into him, as well as some knowledge of gymnastics, for those would be the extracurricular activities he would do, as well as swimming. He felt all the new knowledge flowing through him, and was excited at the prospects of the next day. He slept as the plane flew through the night.
***
"Come on," said Hermione, as they walked towards the Office Max in Philadelphia. "We need to get our school supplies." Harry smiled inwardly. Despite being supplanted from home and school, Hermione was still her bossy self. Harry had realized early on that the knowledge they had been given about the Muggle world had not been perfect. He had also realized, when Dumbledore had split them up into small groups to go to various high schools across the USA, that there was at least one Muggle-born student in every group. Fortunately...
"What's that do?" Ron asked when they reached the computer section of the store. Harry was still getting used to hearing them all speak with American accents; it was one of the things the Valar had taught them. They could still speak with British accents, but they were now quite capable of speaking in either style.
"It's a laptop, Ron," Hermione said quietly. "Do not ask that question until we're at home. We must not attract attention." After the plane had landed at Logan International Airport in Boston, they had been dispersed across the country, going back in time to the previous evening. Harry didn't think about how they were still flying over the Atlantic, nor did he think about what Dumbledore had told him about how they would be become younger each time they went back in time, so that they would age as if they had never traveled in time at all. Of course, their real high school wasn't in Philadelphia at all, but in the middle of Chicago. Harry looked forward to going to a Muggle school again. Although he loved Hogwarts completely, he sometimes missed Muggle ways of thought. He also wanted to see Ron in a Muggle setting. They were merely going shopping in Philadelphia so that no one at their school would realize that they knew each other. At the school in Chicago, they would pretend not to know one another. They would take different routes back to the apartment they would be sharing, as well as having more undetectable spells upon themselves which would prevent anyone from tracing their whereabouts too closely. Still, Harry was somewhat nervous. There was still the chance, however small, that Voldemort might still find them. He was a very cunning foe, and definitely not one to underestimate.
After they had bought a dizzying array of supplies, they found a deserted alley, and they were transported to the house in Chicago in which they would be staying. There, Hermione prepared them for the next day (she was becoming more motherly by the instant), and they slept yet again.
The next morning, they got ready and went to Muggle school. Ron walked one way, Hermione took the bus, and Harry rode his bike. Because it was the first day of school, they gathered in the auditorium, and the principal gave her welcoming speech.
"I'd like to welcome you all back to or for the first time to Rothschild School," she began. Her speech continued for quite some time, and Harry listened attentively, although his mind was already on his first class, which was Orchestra. He had been given an oboe by one of the other Valar and had played it the previous night, and was quite good. The Valar had been so skillful at time manipulation that she had managed to record a tape of his playing in the future and had sent it in to the director of the orchestra over the previous summer. This was how chair placement was determined. Harry was first chair, and was quite nervous about it. He had never read music before. Although he had been given knowledge about this as well as knowledge of experience in music, he was still nervous. Finally, the principal finished her speech, welcomed them again, and sent them off to class.
Harry Potter and the Valar
Chapter Two: The Muggle World
Harry, Hermione and Ron were seated next to each other in a large jet bound across the Atlantic, along with the complete population of Hogwarts. After Hogwarts itself was transported into the Valar Realm, they were somehow taken back to London airport and into the plane in which they were now flying. There were no other people on the plane, which was fortunate because Professor Dumbledore needed to explain to them exactly what they were doing.
"You will be going into schools across America," he said, his voice sounding reassuring through the headphones they were all wearing as they avidly watched the screens in front of them. "This is to ensure your protection. We have placed charms upon all of you to prevent anyone from recognizing you, even if they have seen you before. Only the people aboard this plane and the Valar can now recognize you. I apologize for cutting you off from your families, but I assure you it will be temporary.
You will be students at Muggle schools. Fake backgrounds have been created for all of you. It will be somewhat more difficult for those of you who will be coming into schools where the students in your year have attended the school in previous years, but there is nothing we can do. We will now impart upon you the knowledge you will need."
And then it came, the flowing of the knowledge, through the Valar magic. What they would need to know in Muggle schools, what extracurricular activities they would do, where they would live, with what other Hogwarts students they would be. How they would first do a day at the Muggle schools, do their homework and other activities, then go back in time and redo the day at Hogwarts, and then go back in time yet again and do the day in the Valar Realm, learning about Valar magic. Harry felt the knowledge of how to play the oboe come into him, as well as some knowledge of gymnastics, for those would be the extracurricular activities he would do, as well as swimming. He felt all the new knowledge flowing through him, and was excited at the prospects of the next day. He slept as the plane flew through the night.
***
"Come on," said Hermione, as they walked towards the Office Max in Philadelphia. "We need to get our school supplies." Harry smiled inwardly. Despite being supplanted from home and school, Hermione was still her bossy self. Harry had realized early on that the knowledge they had been given about the Muggle world had not been perfect. He had also realized, when Dumbledore had split them up into small groups to go to various high schools across the USA, that there was at least one Muggle-born student in every group. Fortunately...
"What's that do?" Ron asked when they reached the computer section of the store. Harry was still getting used to hearing them all speak with American accents; it was one of the things the Valar had taught them. They could still speak with British accents, but they were now quite capable of speaking in either style.
"It's a laptop, Ron," Hermione said quietly. "Do not ask that question until we're at home. We must not attract attention." After the plane had landed at Logan International Airport in Boston, they had been dispersed across the country, going back in time to the previous evening. Harry didn't think about how they were still flying over the Atlantic, nor did he think about what Dumbledore had told him about how they would be become younger each time they went back in time, so that they would age as if they had never traveled in time at all. Of course, their real high school wasn't in Philadelphia at all, but in the middle of Chicago. Harry looked forward to going to a Muggle school again. Although he loved Hogwarts completely, he sometimes missed Muggle ways of thought. He also wanted to see Ron in a Muggle setting. They were merely going shopping in Philadelphia so that no one at their school would realize that they knew each other. At the school in Chicago, they would pretend not to know one another. They would take different routes back to the apartment they would be sharing, as well as having more undetectable spells upon themselves which would prevent anyone from tracing their whereabouts too closely. Still, Harry was somewhat nervous. There was still the chance, however small, that Voldemort might still find them. He was a very cunning foe, and definitely not one to underestimate.
After they had bought a dizzying array of supplies, they found a deserted alley, and they were transported to the house in Chicago in which they would be staying. There, Hermione prepared them for the next day (she was becoming more motherly by the instant), and they slept yet again.
The next morning, they got ready and went to Muggle school. Ron walked one way, Hermione took the bus, and Harry rode his bike. Because it was the first day of school, they gathered in the auditorium, and the principal gave her welcoming speech.
"I'd like to welcome you all back to or for the first time to Rothschild School," she began. Her speech continued for quite some time, and Harry listened attentively, although his mind was already on his first class, which was Orchestra. He had been given an oboe by one of the other Valar and had played it the previous night, and was quite good. The Valar had been so skillful at time manipulation that she had managed to record a tape of his playing in the future and had sent it in to the director of the orchestra over the previous summer. This was how chair placement was determined. Harry was first chair, and was quite nervous about it. He had never read music before. Although he had been given knowledge about this as well as knowledge of experience in music, he was still nervous. Finally, the principal finished her speech, welcomed them again, and sent them off to class.