CHAPTER 3
a/n: I was going over my notes for my ideas, and I decided not to focus too much on Harry at hogwarts, although I will have a few mentions of his years here, before acutally schooling. I really love the idea I have for him at the age of 15, but I want to make sure everyone here knows that there wont be a Sorcerer's Stone, or Chamber of Secrets, or Sirius Black, or the tournament. The reason for this will be explained in later chapters. I cant say anymore, but please, don't be mad at me. I wanted to make this story different from the other AU fics out there,, and the only way was to do this. Thank you, and keep reading.
Reviewers: (If your not on here, then I missed you cause I posted this b4 u reviewed! Don't worry, ill put you on the next one. )
athenakitty- well, yes, he will be more advanced, and also, just a few tricks? Maybe more... I'm leaving you in suspense. Ha, some of your questions are answered in this chap.
Child-of-the-Dawn- I made you cry?? I'm sorry!!! I didnt think the last chap was sad, but then again, when I write funerals and stuff like that, I tend to make it sad without realizing it. Thats why I don't want to write anything for Peter Pettigrew, cause I'd be scared that it would be sadness, and not anger. :-) I hope that you like this chap, and that I didnt advance too far! If I did, pls tell me!
Disclaimer: I hate these, but considering the fact that I never use them, I have to have atleast one. I don't own HP, but I do own the plot, and any characters u don't recognize. Is that enough for you? I should hope so. If not, I shall not doing anything, but I really wont like you.
Status: 3/? Unfinished.
Bright Greened Eyed Harold James Potter shot up in his bed, eyes wide. He looked around the room, realizing that there was nobody there, and finally, his eyes closed again.
Albus smiled, as he watched his Grandson sleep. The older man waited patiently, as Harry's eyes opened again, and slowly, Harry began to get dressed. Today was Harry's day. Harry was 11, and in two days, his Hogwarts schooling would start. Well, if he was a normal child. However, this Harry Potter, despite being The Boy-Who-Lived, he was also heir to Merlin and Gryffindor. Harry had incredible powers for a kid his age, and would not be joining other kids his age for regular schooling, but instead, joining the 7th years, and staying in whatever dorm he was sorted in, staying in his own room during the summer.
Living at Hogwarts for 6 years really helped Harry. He recieved tutoring, but also, had the chance to explore the castle, and make friends with the ghosts. Harry loved it, especially since Peeves was on his side.
*Flash Back, Harry's 2nd day at Hogwarts.*
Harry was wandering around the corridors, when he heard a crash, and gulped. Suddenly, a ghost flew up next to him, scaring him. "Oh look, its an ickly little kid." Harry, like every other kid, was frightened, but watched as the ghost flew around, cackling.
"Umm, Mr. Ghost Sir, can you stop doing that?" Peeves turned to look at the small child, who despite his frightness, was determined to get Peeves to leave. The ghost smiled, and began to talk.
"What's your name, kid?" Harry realized that this ghost wouldn't hurt him, and softly said, "Harry Potter." Peeves grinned, and 'patted' him on the head. "Welcome to Hoggie warty's, little Harry." From that time on, those two were inseparable, since it was discovered that Peeves had died when he was 15, despite what everyone else thought that he died in his twenties. Harry smiled gratefully at Peeves, for he had made his first real friend.
*End Flashback*
Being friends with ghosts really can help you. Harry had learned that, after getting lost his first month at Hogwarts. Thankfully, the ghosts travel around, keeping an eye on him, if needed. Professor Dumbledore had supposedly asked them to watch him, and alert one of the professors if anything was wrong. The ghosts themselves were very loyal, even the Bloody Baron.
Harry had to run from the Great Hall to the Dungeons, where he had his final lesson with Professor Snape. As Harry entered the Potions classroom, Snape looked up with a frown.
"Harry, you are 5 minutes late. Open your book to page 38, and see if you can make it." Harry nodded at his elder, and opened the book to that page, revealing a Truth Potion, called Godric Tells All. Harry took what ingredients he needed, as he began, while Snape looked up from time to time. Harry added the final ingredient, Pepperwood, and stirred it counter clockwise, until he was satisfied. "Professor, im finished." He announced, as his professor stood up, walking over to the potion.
Once Snape had eyed it, a slight smile appeared on his face. "Congratulations, Harry. You have completed your 6th year." The Potions Master patted Harry on the back, before dismissing him.
"I will see you back here in two days, Mr. Potter. Don't be late, you'll be in classes with the 7th years." Once Harry nodded, he ran off, leaving the Potions Master to chuckle, and shake his head.
Meanwhile, Harry was running off to his flying lesson. Nimbus 2000 in hand, Harry met with Madame Hooch, and together, they kicked off. Madame Hooch released the snitch for him, and Harry flew off, trying to catch it, giggling. Harry caught it in 1 minute, 34 seconds, and they both cheered, glad to have fun. They stayed out for hours, flying around and fooling around. For an 11 year old boy, that was the most fun he could have. After hours of catching the snitch, Madame Hooch announced that it was dinner time, and the snitch flew back into it's box.
"Aww, but Maddy, I wanna play more." Harry complained, but Madame Madeline Hooch rolled her eyes, and walked with Harry to the Great Hall. As Harry took his seat next to Hagrid, Madeline Hooch took hers next to Professor Charles Flitwick, and the food magically appeared, as the group dug in.
Harry was chatting with Hagrid about various animals, when Professor Flitwick told him it was time for his class. So, Harry grudgingly walked to Charms room, where he took his final exam for the 6th years. Finally, all of his classes were done, and Harry stomped to his room, falling asleep before his head hit the fluffy pillow.
September 1, 1991. First REAL day at Hogwarts.
Jet-Black hair fell into the face of the Boy-Who-Lived as he dashed to the front gates, where the students would be arriving. A bright smile appeared on his face when he spotted Fred and George Weasley, two of his good friends, getting out of their carriage. They spotted him as well, grinning widely. "Harry!" They pushed through the crowds, hugging their 'little bro', as they entered the castle, and walked to the Great Hall. Harry was told to enter separate doors, and wait until his Grandfather came to get him. Saying goodbye to his friends, he entered those doors, and waited for what seemed like hours, before his grandfather entered, motioning for him to stand.
"Harry, you will be introduced, now." Harry nodded, and stepped out of the door, where crowds of rather hungry teenagers awaited, staring at him.
"May I have your attention, please?" All the students looked up, many recognized Harry from classes, and grinned. The newer students that had just gotten sorted were looking at Harry, some recognizing the scar.
:Students, welcome to another fine year at Hogwarts. Before the feast begins, I would like for all of you to welcome my grandson, Harry Potter. Harry will be attending classes with the 7th years, but shall not be sorted, seeing as he's only 11. Anyways, He will be staying in his own room, but eating at whichever table he chooses. Thank You." Everyone cheered, as the food appeared, and Harry walked over to where Fred and George were, grinning.
"Hey Gred, Forge, what time is it?" The two older boys smirked, and answered with a "time to partee!!". Harry took a seat, and immediately was greeted by the new 1st years.
"Harry, right? I'm Seamus, Seamus Finnagin." One of the boys said. Another greeted him, with a "What's up? I'm Dean Thomas." A third greeted rather shyly, saying he was Neville Longbottom. The last had flaming red hair, like Fred and George, and had to be their brother. "Pot, that's our little brother, Ronnie." Harry flashed a grin at all of them, and soon was introduced to the 1st year girls. Lavender Brown, Pavarti Patil and Hermione Granger. Harry smiled at each of them, and turned back to Fred and George.
"Harry, how are you studying with the 7th years?" One of the girls wondered, the one with the bushy hair. "Oh, I've been training since I was 6. I do more than one year of schooling in a years time, so next year I can attend Hogwarts College, which is extremely hard to get into. When I am 15, since I really don't need to be taking 7th year, I will be out of College, and I will be able to get any job that I want to. To be honest, I'm not even attending most of the classes with the 7th years, just Potions and Care of Magical Creatures, which you guys will take in 3rd year." Most of the kids were staring open-mouthed at Harry, surprised that he could do so much magic and was so high at a level at their age. Finally, they sang the Hogwarts song, and went off to bed. Harry, prepared for an easier day, felt his eyes shut tightly, as sleep overcame him. Hopefully, he wouldn't be stared at the next day. Just hopefully.
A/N: Yes!! Chapter 3 is done!! Chapter 4 should be up within a week. Peace!! Oh, and sorry if I misspelled anything, im not really awake. Kisses!!
Aight, review pls. Click the go button next to 'Submit Review', and type in whatever you feel like typing. For example, 'it was ok', 'I loved it', 'you need to work harder', whatever floats your boat. Flames will be used to cook my dinner. Remember that, im hungry.
Oh, and im sorry that little Harry had to go!! I needed to move on with the plot. Don't be mad!!! There will be an interesting thing occurring after this year, so don't get mad!! He's had so much training, so he could move on quicker.
I just uploaded a story that I wrote called Somewhere I Belong, if you want to check that out while you wait for the next chapter. Bye!
a/n: I was going over my notes for my ideas, and I decided not to focus too much on Harry at hogwarts, although I will have a few mentions of his years here, before acutally schooling. I really love the idea I have for him at the age of 15, but I want to make sure everyone here knows that there wont be a Sorcerer's Stone, or Chamber of Secrets, or Sirius Black, or the tournament. The reason for this will be explained in later chapters. I cant say anymore, but please, don't be mad at me. I wanted to make this story different from the other AU fics out there,, and the only way was to do this. Thank you, and keep reading.
Reviewers: (If your not on here, then I missed you cause I posted this b4 u reviewed! Don't worry, ill put you on the next one. )
athenakitty- well, yes, he will be more advanced, and also, just a few tricks? Maybe more... I'm leaving you in suspense. Ha, some of your questions are answered in this chap.
Child-of-the-Dawn- I made you cry?? I'm sorry!!! I didnt think the last chap was sad, but then again, when I write funerals and stuff like that, I tend to make it sad without realizing it. Thats why I don't want to write anything for Peter Pettigrew, cause I'd be scared that it would be sadness, and not anger. :-) I hope that you like this chap, and that I didnt advance too far! If I did, pls tell me!
Disclaimer: I hate these, but considering the fact that I never use them, I have to have atleast one. I don't own HP, but I do own the plot, and any characters u don't recognize. Is that enough for you? I should hope so. If not, I shall not doing anything, but I really wont like you.
Status: 3/? Unfinished.
Bright Greened Eyed Harold James Potter shot up in his bed, eyes wide. He looked around the room, realizing that there was nobody there, and finally, his eyes closed again.
Albus smiled, as he watched his Grandson sleep. The older man waited patiently, as Harry's eyes opened again, and slowly, Harry began to get dressed. Today was Harry's day. Harry was 11, and in two days, his Hogwarts schooling would start. Well, if he was a normal child. However, this Harry Potter, despite being The Boy-Who-Lived, he was also heir to Merlin and Gryffindor. Harry had incredible powers for a kid his age, and would not be joining other kids his age for regular schooling, but instead, joining the 7th years, and staying in whatever dorm he was sorted in, staying in his own room during the summer.
Living at Hogwarts for 6 years really helped Harry. He recieved tutoring, but also, had the chance to explore the castle, and make friends with the ghosts. Harry loved it, especially since Peeves was on his side.
*Flash Back, Harry's 2nd day at Hogwarts.*
Harry was wandering around the corridors, when he heard a crash, and gulped. Suddenly, a ghost flew up next to him, scaring him. "Oh look, its an ickly little kid." Harry, like every other kid, was frightened, but watched as the ghost flew around, cackling.
"Umm, Mr. Ghost Sir, can you stop doing that?" Peeves turned to look at the small child, who despite his frightness, was determined to get Peeves to leave. The ghost smiled, and began to talk.
"What's your name, kid?" Harry realized that this ghost wouldn't hurt him, and softly said, "Harry Potter." Peeves grinned, and 'patted' him on the head. "Welcome to Hoggie warty's, little Harry." From that time on, those two were inseparable, since it was discovered that Peeves had died when he was 15, despite what everyone else thought that he died in his twenties. Harry smiled gratefully at Peeves, for he had made his first real friend.
*End Flashback*
Being friends with ghosts really can help you. Harry had learned that, after getting lost his first month at Hogwarts. Thankfully, the ghosts travel around, keeping an eye on him, if needed. Professor Dumbledore had supposedly asked them to watch him, and alert one of the professors if anything was wrong. The ghosts themselves were very loyal, even the Bloody Baron.
Harry had to run from the Great Hall to the Dungeons, where he had his final lesson with Professor Snape. As Harry entered the Potions classroom, Snape looked up with a frown.
"Harry, you are 5 minutes late. Open your book to page 38, and see if you can make it." Harry nodded at his elder, and opened the book to that page, revealing a Truth Potion, called Godric Tells All. Harry took what ingredients he needed, as he began, while Snape looked up from time to time. Harry added the final ingredient, Pepperwood, and stirred it counter clockwise, until he was satisfied. "Professor, im finished." He announced, as his professor stood up, walking over to the potion.
Once Snape had eyed it, a slight smile appeared on his face. "Congratulations, Harry. You have completed your 6th year." The Potions Master patted Harry on the back, before dismissing him.
"I will see you back here in two days, Mr. Potter. Don't be late, you'll be in classes with the 7th years." Once Harry nodded, he ran off, leaving the Potions Master to chuckle, and shake his head.
Meanwhile, Harry was running off to his flying lesson. Nimbus 2000 in hand, Harry met with Madame Hooch, and together, they kicked off. Madame Hooch released the snitch for him, and Harry flew off, trying to catch it, giggling. Harry caught it in 1 minute, 34 seconds, and they both cheered, glad to have fun. They stayed out for hours, flying around and fooling around. For an 11 year old boy, that was the most fun he could have. After hours of catching the snitch, Madame Hooch announced that it was dinner time, and the snitch flew back into it's box.
"Aww, but Maddy, I wanna play more." Harry complained, but Madame Madeline Hooch rolled her eyes, and walked with Harry to the Great Hall. As Harry took his seat next to Hagrid, Madeline Hooch took hers next to Professor Charles Flitwick, and the food magically appeared, as the group dug in.
Harry was chatting with Hagrid about various animals, when Professor Flitwick told him it was time for his class. So, Harry grudgingly walked to Charms room, where he took his final exam for the 6th years. Finally, all of his classes were done, and Harry stomped to his room, falling asleep before his head hit the fluffy pillow.
September 1, 1991. First REAL day at Hogwarts.
Jet-Black hair fell into the face of the Boy-Who-Lived as he dashed to the front gates, where the students would be arriving. A bright smile appeared on his face when he spotted Fred and George Weasley, two of his good friends, getting out of their carriage. They spotted him as well, grinning widely. "Harry!" They pushed through the crowds, hugging their 'little bro', as they entered the castle, and walked to the Great Hall. Harry was told to enter separate doors, and wait until his Grandfather came to get him. Saying goodbye to his friends, he entered those doors, and waited for what seemed like hours, before his grandfather entered, motioning for him to stand.
"Harry, you will be introduced, now." Harry nodded, and stepped out of the door, where crowds of rather hungry teenagers awaited, staring at him.
"May I have your attention, please?" All the students looked up, many recognized Harry from classes, and grinned. The newer students that had just gotten sorted were looking at Harry, some recognizing the scar.
:Students, welcome to another fine year at Hogwarts. Before the feast begins, I would like for all of you to welcome my grandson, Harry Potter. Harry will be attending classes with the 7th years, but shall not be sorted, seeing as he's only 11. Anyways, He will be staying in his own room, but eating at whichever table he chooses. Thank You." Everyone cheered, as the food appeared, and Harry walked over to where Fred and George were, grinning.
"Hey Gred, Forge, what time is it?" The two older boys smirked, and answered with a "time to partee!!". Harry took a seat, and immediately was greeted by the new 1st years.
"Harry, right? I'm Seamus, Seamus Finnagin." One of the boys said. Another greeted him, with a "What's up? I'm Dean Thomas." A third greeted rather shyly, saying he was Neville Longbottom. The last had flaming red hair, like Fred and George, and had to be their brother. "Pot, that's our little brother, Ronnie." Harry flashed a grin at all of them, and soon was introduced to the 1st year girls. Lavender Brown, Pavarti Patil and Hermione Granger. Harry smiled at each of them, and turned back to Fred and George.
"Harry, how are you studying with the 7th years?" One of the girls wondered, the one with the bushy hair. "Oh, I've been training since I was 6. I do more than one year of schooling in a years time, so next year I can attend Hogwarts College, which is extremely hard to get into. When I am 15, since I really don't need to be taking 7th year, I will be out of College, and I will be able to get any job that I want to. To be honest, I'm not even attending most of the classes with the 7th years, just Potions and Care of Magical Creatures, which you guys will take in 3rd year." Most of the kids were staring open-mouthed at Harry, surprised that he could do so much magic and was so high at a level at their age. Finally, they sang the Hogwarts song, and went off to bed. Harry, prepared for an easier day, felt his eyes shut tightly, as sleep overcame him. Hopefully, he wouldn't be stared at the next day. Just hopefully.
A/N: Yes!! Chapter 3 is done!! Chapter 4 should be up within a week. Peace!! Oh, and sorry if I misspelled anything, im not really awake. Kisses!!
Aight, review pls. Click the go button next to 'Submit Review', and type in whatever you feel like typing. For example, 'it was ok', 'I loved it', 'you need to work harder', whatever floats your boat. Flames will be used to cook my dinner. Remember that, im hungry.
Oh, and im sorry that little Harry had to go!! I needed to move on with the plot. Don't be mad!!! There will be an interesting thing occurring after this year, so don't get mad!! He's had so much training, so he could move on quicker.
I just uploaded a story that I wrote called Somewhere I Belong, if you want to check that out while you wait for the next chapter. Bye!
