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HARRY POTTER And The Guild of Avada

(Fan fiction)

CHAPTER ONE FOREIGN POWERS

It was summer again and much to Harry's dismay he was yet again forced to go and live with the Dursley's at number 4 Privet drive. And when I say forced I mean it! Harry was never too thrilled about returning to the Dursley's after a year at Hogwarts. His grumpy Uncle Vernon, his nosey Aunt Petunia and their very fat son Dudley never made the thought of returning to Privet Drive, a good one. Harry had never liked them; he couldn't remember one time when he was even slightly happy about seeing them again, and this summer was going to be no different. It was the day before Dudley's 15th birthday and Harry was sure he'd be sent to stay with Mrs Figg again, however he did think it was a far better idea then to stay at home, as Uncle Vernon seemed to be getting more and more displeased every time he saw Harry arrive at Kings Cross Station after a full year at Hogwarts.

"As soon as your old enough your out of here and I'll not want to see you back here ever again" Uncle Vernon would bark at him, every time he felt like throwing an insult at Harry but wasn't able to think one up.

But Harry didn't care, he often fantasized about getting his apparition license, and then placing a paint bomb in the kitchen one morning at Breakfast and the Apparating out of there before it exploded. This was probably the only thing that held his temper over the summer. And the thought that this was his second last summer with the Dursley's just made him feel slightly better. After his seventh year at Hogwarts there'd be no sense in returning to Privet Drive, except for the paint bomb that is. He thought about this over and over in his head as he sat listening to Uncle Vernon shouting into the telephone about some stupid delivery men who had accidentally delivered Dudley's birthday package to somewhere on the other side of England. "Its ok widdle Duddykins, they've promised it'll be here today," Aunt Petunia kissed Dudley on the forehead, perhaps foreseeing a terrible Dudley tantrum arising. "And I'll work on it all night if I have to," Uncle Vernon started up, "It'll be ready for tomorrow," "What about me?" Harry announced his presence; "I suppose you'll be sending me to Mrs Figg's?" Harry tried not to sound hopeful, "No," Aunt Petunia screwed up her face, "She's out for the summer - you'll have to stay here," "Never mind Dudley, we'll keep him out of the way, you won't even know he's here!" Uncle Vernon assured Dudley and sent Harry a loathing look. Harry knew the following day would be hell for him. Fortunately for Harry, Dudley's friends weren't arriving for another five hours. By that time Aunt Petunia will have fed Harry and sent him to bed. But for the next five hours, he had nothing to do, so he decided to spend the time looking for hiding places for the next day. As he was sure he'd need hiding places . Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had bought Dudley a pool. Which was what they were waiting to have delivered. But Harry was sure Uncle Vernon would not have it built in time. And even though Dudley had a lot of new friends, he was sure they'd all join in on Dudley's favourite game "HARRY HUNTING" * Sadly enough, the rest of the day consisted of Aunt Petunia running around cleaning up the already spotless house, Uncle Vernon continuously shouting into the phone, making it sound like the person on the other end of the telephone was personally at fault for the lateness of Dudley's pool and of course Dudley, who was seated on an armchair right up against the front window, staring out, looking for a delivery truck. Harry himself had done exactly what he had planned to do, and had secured at least five different hiding places all over the house, hoping he'd never have to use them. And finding hiding places was a very hard task in itself, Harry had tried many hiding places before, but Dudley had always found them. He hoped this lot of hiding places were a lot more secure. Harry's next task was to make sure his room was safe from muggle eyes - Harry was not aloud to lock Dudley out of his room, but then again, Dudley knew Harry was a wiz . er . a freak, according to Uncle Vernon. But Dudley's friends didn't know about Harry's other life at Hogwarts, and so Harry thought this would be his chance to make his own room, the best hiding place for Harry.

"You'll have to make sure Dudley's friends don't come upstairs while they are here," he spoke out. Aunt Petunia looked up from her cleaning, Uncle Vernon continued shouting into the phone. "I don't have to do anything," Aunt Petunia smiled, she knew how much Dudley's friends loved to pick on Harry, and she loved watching them do it. Harry kept a cool face about it, "Ok, fine then!" he started out the room but Aunt Petunia stopped him, "Your not bothered?" She was shocked at Harry's almost pleased, reaction. "Well . no, not really . if you want them to see my spell books, my cauldron, Hedwig, and all my other school stuff, then that's your choice!" Harry said as he continued out of the room. * The evening had arrived faster then he thought it could. Dudley's friends had arrived for the sleepover and with the pool not yet delivered, Harry knew things weren't going to be too happy around the dinner table. Another thing that Harry wasn't pleased about was Aunt Petunia's vindictiveness. Yes, she had told all of Dudley's friends that they were not to go upstairs. But to give them plenty of time to harass Harry, she had made Harry stay downstairs and eat with them all. Another thing happened that Harry didn't know how to react to. Dudley had a girlfriend, she was half of Dudley's size and had long flowing blonde hair. Harry was just bursting to ask her how she ended up with someone like Dudley, when she was so . er . different. "So, when did you meet Dudley, Brydie?" Aunt Petunia kept scanning the girl curiously; perhaps Aunt Petunia was bursting to ask the same question as Harry. "Well, I go to school in Australia, but my parents live here. I met Dudley on his first day of school, he was waiting for his school plane, as was I," she announced, "And you have kept in contact for that long?" Aunt Petunia continued interrogating her, "Yes!" Brydie smiled, "He spilt a large banana split down the front of my travelling dress - I bought him another to replace it. After all, I ran into him." "Pretty hard not to, he's so big," Harry spoke under his breath. Both Aunt Petunia and Brydie must have heard this as they glanced Harry's way. No one else had seemed to notice. "So why do you go to school so far away?" Aunt Petunia continued, taking the attention away from Harry, "Well I was already going to my school in Australia, when my parents decided we should move to England. And school transfers aren't very easy in the kind of school I go to," she stated, "You go to an all-girls college? Yes they are very hard to get into; you were definitely smart not to attempt to enrol in a English one," This was Aunt Petunia's first compliment for the night, however it didn't last, "The English all-girl school are very picky in whom they allow in - you probably wouldn't have been accepted," And even though Aunt Petunia didn't see it, Harry glanced over at Dudley just to see him scowling at his mother from behind his cake-covered face, "May I be excused now?" Harry asked Aunt Petunia, Brydie all of a sudden looked over at Harry, looking slightly alarmed. Aunt Petunia stared at Harry with an unimpressed expression on her face and gave a sort of grunt. Harry took that as a 'Yes' and stood and left the table. As he headed out of the kitchen and started up the stairs, Harry heard Brydie ask Aunt Petunia, "He's not sleeping in the sitting room with us?" "No," Aunt Petunia answered, "He sleepwalks so he has to be locked in his room," "Oh," Brydie answered. As Harry reached the landing on the second story he leant up against the wall trying to figure out why he had left the kitchen. Because for some strange reason, now that he had left the crowd, he felt like going back to it. Harry didn't know what it was, but he felt comfortable around Brydie. So it was with a thought of pure stupidity that he walked on up the hallway to his room. When he reached his bedroom, he opened the door. Harry was then very happy to see that Hedwig was perched on the head of his bed with a letter from Hermione. He knew it was from Hermione as they had been keeping in touch all through the holidays, he knew she was doing it so she could keep checking up on him, but it was good to have someone to talk to. Sirius had sent a letter to Harry telling him it wasn't safe to send any letter to Sirius at the moment and that he should tell Dumbledore if something of importance comes up. Hermione herself had been staying with Viktor Krum and his family in Bulgaria, much to Ron's dismay. Harry fumbled with the letter a little and then read it;

Dear Harry, Excellent news!!!!! I just received an owl from Professor McGonagall telling me that I have become the Gryffindor Prefect this year! Isn't it great? I told Ron but he doesn't seem to enthusiastic about it all! Are you going to stay with Ron for the end of the holidays? It's probably smarter not to. Not that it isn't safe there. I mean, with Mr Weasley and the Ministry of Magic . well I'll let Ron tell you about it. But really, you should ask Dumbledore before you go doing anything. He's very worried about you after what happened last year. We all are! Anyway, I hope the muggles are treating you ok; I can't wait to see you back at school. Yours sincerely Hermione Granger P.S Viktor says hi, his English has improved so much!

Harry folded the letter and put it in his pocket, "She worries too much," He said as he tickled Hedwig on her forehead. He had thought many times about going to the Weasley's but always came to the assumption that if Dumbledore wanted him to go to the Weasley's then he would have allowed him to do it at the beginning of the year. Although Dumbledore had only said that he should go home for the beginning of summer. And he had - so what would be wrong with going to the Weasley's now. He quickly grabbed a piece of parchment, scribbled down a letter to Ron, begging him to let Harry come over, tied it to Hedwig's leg. While continuously apologising for not allowing her to rest, Harry lifted her to the open window, "I want you to take this to Ron at the burrow," he said while she picked at the string binding the letter to her leg, probably because she was tired, "Its important - I have to get out of here - take it straight to the burrow and bring his reply immediately," She didn't look at all impressed, "Then when you get back I'll give you a week-long-rest," She nibbled his fingers happily. Harry lifted her to the open window and let her out, "Wow! An owl!" came a voice from Harry's doorway. It was Brydie. She was standing in the doorway leaning up against the, now, wide open door. Harry hastily pushed Hedwig out and snapped the window shut, "Er . I can explain . er . I mean, what are you doing up here?" Harry quickly tossed his blankets over the massive piles of schoolbooks, his cauldron, and his broomstick servicing kit. He then hurried over and shut his door. And when he turned back to look at Brydie, he saw her looking at all the schoolbooks he had failed to cover up. "Standard book of Spells Grade four by Miranda Goshawk? We read these for our first year of magical learning," she said as she continued through his books, "You what?" Harry's eyes widened with shock, "Yeah, and you look to be at least in your fifth year," she looked at the rest of his books, "Your ." he faltered, "You're a . a ." "A witch, Harry Potter," she smiled, "Not quite as famous as the amazing and famous wizard, Harry Potter, but I'd like to think so," "I'm quite shocked Dudley didn't tell you," she glanced down at his cauldron, "Dudley knows?" Harry was awe-struck. "Of course Dudley knows, we've been dating for the last two years, sending letters with Carmon . that's the name of my kookaburra. That's what we use, not owls like you British," Harry raised his hand to his forehead, wondering if the shock of everything happening would cause him to faint. "And this . Lord Voldemort character! He is nothing compared to the evil wizard Lord Ruberagon," she started walking around his bed, "Who?" Harry sat on the end of his bed, he had found it a shock last year that there were two more witchcraft and wizardry academies like Hogwarts, but now he was hearing about other nations with evil wizards and different ways of sending letters to each other. "Lord Ruberagon, at my school we have four different house groups - just like Hogwarts - Emerindyl, Ruberagon, Saphricorn, and Ameraid. Lord Ruberagon is the son of one of the school founders, and like his father - Lord Ruberagon is a very evil man," "Your school was founded by an evil wizard?" Harry looked concerned, "One evil wizard! Lady Saphricorn, and Lady Ameraid were very nice people indeed! And Lord Emerindyl, or shall I say Professor Emerindyl is also a very nice man - and probably the only reason Lord Ruberagon stays away from Koalingo," she seemed to have finished looking around, "Koalingo is your schools name?" Harry inquired, "Yes! Lord Ruberagons father disappeared long ago! Some say it was Lord Ruberagon himself who killed him," she smiled, "Just like Voldemort, he killed his parents," Harry stated, so what is it like at Koalingo?" "Very good! It's a great school, the best in my beliefs. Oh wow, you have a Firebolt," she glanced the golden letters in the stick of his Firebolt, "Yeah . it was a gift from my . hey wait a minute," Harry shook his head, realising the full situation, "You better get out of here! If Aunt Petunia finds out you're a witch your in for it - and I'm in for it if she catches you up here," Harry was very worried, "Oh, never mind her - I think she'd make a very nice frilled-neck-lizard with a neck like that," she laughed, "I have my wand - but I'd never attack a muggle, even if she is rude and nosey," She pulled her wand out of her pocket, "Seven Inches, Redwood, Phoenix Feather, excellent for Transfiguration," "What's that?" Harry asked as he looked at what appeared to be a rubber handle, "This wand is an Ozzyander creation," she smiled, "Mr Ozzyander fits all of his wand with an anti-sweat handle - it gets very hot in Australia, and the last thing you need is to have your wand continuously slipping out of your hand," "Do you think I could have a go?" she picked up his Firebolt, "No, the Ministry will have a fit," Harry told her, but she seemed determined, "I'll wear the invisibility cloak," she had a look on her face that said 'I'm not giving up' "Please, I will be very careful," "It doesn't matter, the ministry will sense the magic and I'll be expelled from Hogwarts," Harry announced, "Would that be so bad? I hear your new headmaster is a really horrible man," she dropped the Firebolt on the bed, "New headmaster?" Harry looked alarmed, "No Hogwarts has had the same head master ever since I started," "Well not anymore - my father was complaining about it," Brydie looked as though what she was about to say wasn't at all interesting. Harry thought differently.











































CHAPTER TWO WET DREAMS AND DRY SMILES

"He has just started in the Department of International Co operation at the ministry - the old head went mad or something," she smiled "Mr Crouch," Harry nodded, "Oh you knew him? My father said he wasn't a very pleasant man," Brydie shook her head with a slight frown on her face, "Brydie?" came a call from the hallway. Harry discovered this was Dudley, as he poked his head into the room, "Have you seen Brydie, freak," It was common for Dudley to refer to Harry as 'freak' "Er . Dudley!" Harry looked around his room in alarm, but Brydie was nowhere to be seen, he quickly looked back at Dudley, "She's not here," "Well of course she isn't here, she prefers to hang around with normal people, not freaks like you," Dudley slammed the door shut, "I'd better get back downstairs," Brydie announced as she suddenly reappeared, Harry looked for an invisibility cloak, she didn't appear to have one, "How did you do that?" "A simple charm," she smiled, "See you later," And she slipped out of the room, * It turned out that the reason Dudley came looking for Brydie had been because his pool had arrived and Uncle Vernon wanted them all to watch how to deal with "Lazy delivery men who take too long to reach their destination," Uncle Vernon had forced the deliverymen to put the pool together themselves, and it was only when they had the pool built and full of water (4am the next morning) that Uncle Vernon had let them go. "See what you can accomplish when you put your mind to something," he had said to them before they left, Harry sat looking down into the crystal clear water of the pool while the morning moonlight shone across it. He had his head resting on his windowsill and from there he had a magnificent view of his backyard. He knew that if he wanted, he could jump from his bedroom window right into the pool. He imagined himself doing exactly that, jumping from his window into the pool sinking down . down . down, he could see himself swimming through the deep dark water, feeling the coolness of it move across his face and through his black hair. After a long time exploring the bottom, he would come up for air; he had no idea how he had lasted so long without it until now. He burst through the surface and shook his head madly as the water flew from it as if from a lawn sprinkler. He could see Brydie; she was sitting on the side of the pool waving to him. She dove into the water, Harry watched her figure move slowly towards him, it stopped in front of him and burst out of the water. Lashing for him with its long green sharp fingernails, shaking its horny head. It was a giant Grindylow. It wrapped its claws around Harry's arm, "Let me go," Harry roared at it, "Let me go now!" The next thing he realised he was being pulled under, he dared not attempt to yell at it anymore as he knew that if he was to swallow too much of the water he would surely drown. The Grindylow shot through the water at a horrendous speed until it stopped dead. Harry looked in front of the Grindylow to see why it had stopped. In front of the Grindylow, pointing a long golden trident at him was a very beautiful mermaid with long purple hair wearing a golden necklace with a single amethyst stone in it. Harry saw that the trident was pointed in his direction. The Grindylow pulled Harry around in front of him as a human shield. Harry looked back staring into the Grindylows eyes, the eyes were a glowing blue, as he watched them they turned to purple and then to a glowing red. Bubbles started flying out of Harry's mouth as he tried to scream, the Grindylow was transforming into a huge Dragon. Its skin changed from an emerald green into a ruby red, wings sprouted from its back. Harry soon heard a roar ringing in his ears and fire shooting into the sky. He was no longer in the water but now standing in a clearing in the middle of a forest. The Dragon was advancing on him, shooting fire at the trees and burning them in a single second. He was running as fast as he could, but the Dragon was getting closer every second. Harry tripped and fell to the ground, he turned and looked up, and the Dragon was staring down at him. It pulled its head back and started shaking it, as if trying to fight some amazingly powerful force. It lowered its head again, its face was red with anger, it opened its mouth, and instead of shooting fire at him, this time it was water, gushing from the Dragons mouth as if from a high-pressured hose. Harry put his hands in front of his face. The water smashed over his body. Harry screamed it was so cold. Harry sat bolt upright in bed. Dudley was standing over him with a bucket dripping with water, "Mum wants you down in the kitchen now," Dudley turned and left the room, Harry was soaked, not by a Dragon as his dream had showed, but by the water Dudley had used to awaken him. He got out of his bed, which was also sopping wet. "Hurry up Harry, I want you down here now!" Aunt Petunia screamed up the stairs, Harry quickly dried himself and changed into dry clothes. He crept down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Dudley's friends were seated around the table enjoying a birthday breakfast feast. Brydie smiled and waved to him. "I need you to go to the shops and get some milk," Aunt Petunia snapped at him, "If its not too much trouble - Dudley wants chocolate milk served with lunch," "Well then why can't he go and get it?" Harry snapped back without realising it, Aunt Petunia glared at him, keeping a cool head, possibly only because of Dudley's friends, "The money is out on the coffee table - go straight to the store and straight back. You have thirty minutes, don't dawdle," her lip was curling as she stared him out of the room, "Oh no, you won't believe it," Brydie jumped up, "In all the excitement to get here I forgot to pack my swimming gear," "Dad will drive you," Dudley stood as well, looking around for his father. "He's still in bed Duddles - he insisted on staying up all night while those nasty delivery men constructed the pool," she told him as she dished up a mountain of bacon on a plate in front of him, "Well get him up," Dudley said in a voice that sounded as if he was giving an obvious order, "No, that's ok," Brydie walked over to Harry, "I live near the shops - Harry can escort me," Dudley was taken aback by this proposal, "No!" he stepped towards Brydie, "Well . unless you want to walk me all the way down to my house, it's at least a thirty minute walk," Brydie smiled at him, she knew exactly what Dudley's answer would be. And just like that Dudley took his seat again, mumbled something about it being his birthday and how he shouldn't have to walk that far. Brydie smiled at Aunt Petunia, who then forced a smile back at her, she then turned and looked at Harry who stood dumbfounded at what he had just seen. They walked across the lounge room and out through the front door. "That was brilliant!" Harry was nearly laughing, "I thought so too," she smiled sneakily, "Now, where shall we go?" "Well we still have to get milk," Harry said disappointed, "Still - it gets me away from them," "No, lets go do something else of course my parents will want to meet you" she looked up and down the street, "Watch this!" She put her wand to her mouth, closed her top lip over it and blew hard. Harry couldn't hear any sound at all, but it must have made some kind of sound, because in moments an elevator sprouted from the ground in the middle of Privet Drive. "What the ." Harry voice drifted off, "What about the muggles?" Harry kept looking around, "Never mind the muggles Harry - the elevator is invisible, all we have to do is make sure no ones looking when we hop into the elevator, or they'll see us disappear," she quickly looked around and then leapt forwards and was now standing inside the elevator. "Come on Harry," Harry did the same and found that inside the lift there were many buttons and a golden lever. Brydie pulled some strange golden coins out of her pockets. "Dublons!" she announced, "Our currency is different to yours, and two of our Dublons equals one of your Galleons - our economy is messed up - my dad blames our ministry of magic," She pushed two Dublons into a slot, hit a couple of buttons and then said, "Home please" she then pulled the golden lever, Harry stood looking around as he heard what sounded like a humming noise, "Covers your ears, Harry, it get much louder," she placed her fingers in her ears, Harry did the same, not that it did much to block out the tremendous noise now making his whole body shake. After about 2 minutes the noise subsided and the doors of the elevator slid open. Brydie looked around to see Harry still standing with his fingers in his ears and his eyes shut. She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the elevator. "Why do you travel like that, with that noise?" Harry looked at her, "Because I'd doubt your Aunt and Uncle have connected your fireplace to the floo-powder network," she smiled as she started towards the nearest house, "Harry! Welcome to my home," The house was just like any other on the street, there would be no possible way that a muggle passing by could tell wizards inhabited the house. They walked up the footpath which ran between two straight lines of white daisies, Harry glanced at a few of the fake garden gnomes, they were most definitely muggle gnome ornaments, as not one moved and they all had a glazed look on their eyes. There was twittering in the single tree that stood in the front yard, Harry thought he might spy a magical bird of some kind. But when he saw the bird he realised it was a starling. They neared the front door, which was painted white and had a silver number 32 on it. The house was so muggle-like that it was amazing. Harry turned and looked down the street, it was just like Privet Drive, everything was perfect, not a pebble out of place. "Harry, quickly!" Brydie called, Harry turned back, now peering through the front door, "Wow!" Harry couldn't hold in his amazement. "This is your house," Inside the house was way out of proportion with the outside. Harry had seen something similar with two tents he stayed in with the Weasley's at the last Quidditch cup. The house resembled a royal palace, in front of where he was standing was a staircase that headed down onto a large marble courtyard with a fountain in the middle of it, from there three other staircases headed off in the other directions. "This is magnificent," Harry kept looking at the wonders throughout this enormous room. "Its magic, Harry" Brydie looked unimpressed, "Any witch or wizard can make there home look like this," Harry had only been inside one other Wizarding home before and that had been nothing to the grandeur of this place. Brydie started down the staircase, Harry followed while still looking around. When they reached the courtyard at the bottom, Brydie walked over to the fountain, she placed her hand over the water; Harry could see many fish swimming in the water, just beneath Brydie's hand. She seemed to be concentrating, peering into the water. Harry stared at her, wondering what she was doing. SPLASH! She had pushed her hand into the water grabbed a fish and pulled it out, all in the speed of a blinking eye. The fish started spluttering in her hand, "Stop moving or I'll give you to the cook," Brydie spoke, Harry stared at her in alarm, "You'll what?" "Not you Harry!" she laughed, "The fish," The fish stopped sputtering and curled its tail around and poked a very long tongue out of its mouth. Brydie held it to her face like a cell phone. "Daddy, I'm home - where are you?" Brydie spoke into the fish's tail, Harry listened very intently and could here a man's voice reply, "In the office hun! What are you doing home?" "I have a surprise," Brydie smiled at Harry, "I'm coming up now," she threw the fish back into the fountain and they headed up the Northern Steps "Mum 'ill be very happy to meet you, she has read every book you have ever been in," she said as they reached the door at the top of the steps, "I apologise in advance if she gawks at your scar," "That's ok," Harry said mildly, "It always happens," "Office," Brydie shouted at the door. She then knocked very loudly on it Harry looked at the door and heard a males voice shout back, "Come in Sweetie," Brydie opened the door and they walked in, "Daddy I have someone for you to meet," she said excitedly, as they walked in and stood in front of him, with there backs to two people Harry had only glanced, and not seen who they really were, "Daddy this is Harry Potter - 'THE' Harry Potter," A woman beside Brydie's father, who must have been her mother, had glanced straight up at Harry's scar, just as Brydie had said she would. "Pleased to meet you Mr Potter," Brydie's father stood and shook hands with Harry, "Enjoying your holidays, Harry?" "Yes sir," Harry answered uneasily, "That's excellent," he smiled, he had a very young face, that was glowing pink, he had a smile on his face that said he never frowned, "I have two people for you to meet Brydie, Harry" Brydie and Harry shuffled aside, Harry's throat tightened when he saw who it was, "This is the British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge!" Brydies father announced, "And the new headmaster of the local Wizarding school, Hogwarts Academy, Professor Severus Snape," Professor Snape smiled dryly at Harry,









































CHAPTER THREE LIFE CHANGING NEWS

Brydie's father smiled back at Harry, but Harry's face had suddenly turned pale, he stood awestruck. "So this is the daughter I have heard so much about?" Fudge deflected his attention from Harry, "Yes," Mr Morris was beaming, "Yes, very proud of our daughter. Scored very high on her end of year exams last year, and I am sure she'll do the same at the end of this year, - her headmaster, Professor Emerindyl told me himself that she is a star pupil," "You must be very proud?" Fudge smiled at Brydie "I am, my girl never steps a foot out of line, never!" he smiled at her, Brydie smiled back, Harry could see she wasn't enjoying this at all. "So, I hear you have only just become the Headmaster this year, Professor Snape?" "Yes," Snape smiled, "Well it was a promotion worthy of no other man," Fudge smiled "What about Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, not thinking, Fudge looked at Harry as if he were a bug, "Mr Dumbledore, is no longer a Professor, of Hogwarts or any other school," Fudge spoke sternly, "Why? Did you fire him?" Harry's face was beginning to churn with his anger. "Mr Dumbledore has been relieved of his duties, yes," Fudge spoke calmly, "Why?" Harry spoke outraged, "Well, I apologise Minister, but I would like to know the same thing, Professor Emerindyl holds Albus Dumbledore in very high regard," Mr Morris looked at Fudge, "The man scared every family of Britain, by sending their children home, with the news that You-Know-Who had risen again," Fudge said as if his actions were justified, "Is it true?" Mr Morris asked, "No of course it isn't, Dumbledore had no basis for ." Fudge didn't have the chance to finish his sentence as Harry broke out, "Yes it is!" Harry yelled, "He attacked me. He killed Cedric Diggory . he had a spy placed in the school! The man whose position you have taken at the ministry, Mr Crouch, he was killed because of Voldemort!" Fudge shuttered, "That is enough out of you young man!" Fudge blasted as he stood up and looked down at Harry, "You are a rude little boy and you should shut your mouth this instant," "Why?" Harry shouted back, and Fudge fell back into his seat, "Voldemort has murdered many people in the past! How many more? Cedric, Bertha Jorkins, Mr Crouch, how many more Mr Fudge! How would you feel if you went home this evening and saw the Dark Mark floating over your house?" "That is enough Potter!" Snape yelled, "Know to whom you are speaking," "And you!" Harry was beyond fury now, "After all Dumbledore has done for you! You go and stab him in the back like this! Typical ." Harry considered what he was about to say, but the fury was too high within him, "Typical for a Death Eater," "A Death Eater?" Mrs Morris looked from Fudge, to her husband in alarm, "Is this your plan? To take hold of Hogwarts and all the students and hand it over to Voldemort!" Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket out of fury, "I won't let you," Everyone jumped back, "Crucio," Harry yelled. Light shot from his wand and hit Snape. Harry was expecting to hear Snape screaming, but instead he heard someone shout "Stupefy" and he blacked out. * "It doesn't make sense, why would Harry do something like that," Harry opened his eyes slightly to see Hermione, Ron, all the other Weasley's as well as Dumbledore and Professor McGonnagall all seated on chairs on the opposite side of the room he was in, it appeared to be a hospital room, not much different looking from he one at Hogwarts. "Well, Miss Granger, I believe Harry had my interests at heart," Dumbledore had said to her, "And I think it is time you should all go and have your breakfast - there is a splendid café down the road from here. A muggle establishment I believe, but the food is exquisite," "What if Harry wakes up?" Ron asked, "With the guards at the door Mr Weasley, I doubt Harry would go anywhere," he smiled, "Now hurry along, I'll meet up with you - I need to have a word with the doctor," "Quite right! We all need our energy so we can have bright smiles when Harry awakens," Mrs Weasley pushed them all out of the room, Dumbledore walked out with them, the door was closed briefly before Dumbledore returned. "I thought we could use this as a chance to talk Harry," Dumbledore spoke, "You knew I woke up?" Harry sat up, "I did," Dumbledore walked over, "Why is my head pounding?" Harry sat up carefully, "Well Mr Fudge acted without thought and threw a very large vase at you, My stupefying charm wasn't fast enough to stop him," Dumbledore stood beside the bed, Harry remembered everything that had happened, "Oh my god! I used the Cruciatus Curse on Professor Snape!" Harry sat up too fast and grabbed his head, which was now throbbing as if he was repeatedly being hit by bludgers. "Oh, is that what you were trying to do?" Dumbledore looked bemused, "In your anger, your wand must have misunderstood your command - you turned Professor Snape into a cactus," "Oh," Harry screwed up his face, "Is he ok?" "I believe the spines are very painful to remove - but I think it is something else that may have hurt him more," He looked as if Harry knew what it was that would have hurt Snape more, "You swore to me that that bit of information would stay between us," "I'm sorry Professor," Harry felt like a thorn in Dumbledore's foot, "I believe that would be better said to a different person, don't you?" Dumbledore looked serious yet still in his genial manner, "I know what you were trying to do Harry, but I was the one who chose Professor Snape to be my successor - next to Professor McGonnagall and Hagrid I could think of no other person I would trust to take that position," "Professor Dumbledore, are you coming?" Hermione had poked her head back through the door, "Harry!" she shouted with joy, "Harry?" "He's awake?" "What?" "Harry's up?" many voices rang in from the corridor outside, "I believe it is time for me to vacate, I will give you a few moments with your friends, but I must tell Professor Snape that you are awake," Dumbledore gave Harry a last small grin before he fled from the room. "Harry!" Mrs Weasley ran up to him, knocking the others aside, she wrapped her arms around him, "I told Ron to reply straight away that we were coming to get you," "I told you to go and get him, straight away mum," Ron broke through her, "Now, come on mum! You're smothering him - hiya Harry! How're you feeling?" Mrs Weasley left his side, "Surely a doctor should be in here checking if your ok!" she walked out of the room, "I'll go and get one," "She's always like this a hospitals," Ron pulled a funny face that made him look sick, "Are you alright Harry?" Fred and George said as they slapped him on the shoulders, "Don't do that you'll hurt him!" Ginny roused on them, "Ok Harry?" "Leave him alone Ginny he doesn't need you bothering him," Ron argued with her, "I'm just trying to see if he's ok!" she spoke sternly to Ron, "Yeah sure, I know why you're worried," Ron started using a different voice teasingly, "Ginny loves Harry! Ginny loves Harry! Ouch!" Ginny stomped hard on his foot, Harry sat there looking at the Weasley's who were all talking loudly; Ginny and Ron were now in a small fistfight. Harry looked across the room. Mr Weasley wasn't there at all. Professor McGonnagall hadn't re-entered the room, but Hermione was sitting on a chair on the other side of the room with her elbow on the table leaning on her fist staring over at Harry. "What is this? What's going on?" a familiar face poked through the door, "Madame Pomfrey?" Harry looked confused, "Well I have to have a job to make do during the holidays don't I?" she looked very severe, "Now Mr Potter doesn't need any of this noise! Out! All of you! Now!" "But we were just asking if he was ok," Ron protested, he still had a fistful of Ginny's hair, which he quickly let go. "No! You are far to noisy, all of you out this instant," she barked, they all filed out dismally. Harry noticed Hermione hadn't moved a muscle. Madame Pomfrey had not spotted her, "Now I shall leave you here to rest Mr Potter - no one is to enter this door unless with a doctor!" she walked out of the room and snapped the door shut behind her. There was a brief moment of silence in which Harry stared at Hermione, wondering if she was actually there or just a mind trick. But then she spoke. "Did you really do it?" Hermione stood and walked slowly over to a chair beside his bed, "I know you have wanted to, but I never thought you'd actually attack him," "Snape? He deserved it!" Harry looked away from Hermione, There was another brief moment of silence before Hermione spoke again, "I expect you'll be punished?" "Dunno yet," Harry looked sour, "But if Snape gets to choose my punishment I'll be out of Hogwarts faster then you can say 'Imp'" He won't expel you - he'll be mad, but he won't expel you," she forced a smile out, "Have you seen Hagrid, has he come to visit?" Harry looked up hopefully, "No, and I shan't expect he would - he's not working at Hogwarts this year," she told him, "Fudge fired him too?" Harry looked furious, "No," Hermione corrected him, as if what he said sounded preposterous - he's on leave all year," "Dumbledore is making me apologise to Snape," Harry sounded livid, "And I understand that I shouldn't have said or done what I did - but Snape deserved it, even if not for my false accusations but for every time he has picked on us and ." There was another brief silence, "You still feel bad though don't you?" Hermione looked at him, "No," Harry said stubbornly, "He . er . well yes actually," "And that's why you're such a good person Harry. You had good intentions in mind, but you've discovered that Snape had nothing to do with Dumbledore's dismissal. You have to apologise," Hermione wasn't giving up, "Not that it shall do much!" said an icy cold voice, Hermione and Harry looked over to the doorway to see it was Professor Snape that had spoken, "I believe Madame Pomfrey told all visitors to vacate the room Miss Granger - this is not the way a Hogwarts Prefect should act - going around breaking rules in public," "I'm sorry Professor, I didn't' have a chance before, and I thought ." Hermione was gabbling like a small child to a monster. "Well then perhaps you shouldn't think! It gets you in a lot less trouble!" He glared down at her, she looked down at her shoes, "Now get out," he snapped Hermione didn't even glance up at Harry; she took to the door immediately and left without hesitation. "Now I don't expect you to apologise to me, Potter" Snape snarled, "I expect after the last four years that an apology is the last thing I'll get from you - but yes, I still would like retribution for you public humiliation of me," "Public humiliation," Harry said disbelievingly, raising his voice in anger, "There were only six people in that room," "Three of which whom are foreigners and didn't know that piece of information you so kindly revealed," Snape stared down, Harry looked into his eyes, they were more icy then his voice, and full of hatred, "They shall enter momentarily with Minister Fudge. And I shall make an example of you, proving to them that we don't accept that behaviour in Britain" "What are you going to do?" Harry fought hard to look more curious then scared, There was a knock at the door and then Cornelius Fudge entered with four other adults - Brydie's parents, Professor McGonnagall and Albus Dumbledore. "Here he is - awake and ready for his punishment," Fudge walked over to his bed, Harry was sitting upright looking at them all, "Now young man, you are aware of the laws of underage wizardry - no underage magical person is aloud to use magic outside of their learning grounds. If this law is broken, it is punishable by expulsion from his or her school, your wand will be broken in two and your memory altered to delete all memories of even being a wizard" Harry's eyes widened in alarm, "What?" Fudge continued, "And attacking another wizard is punishable by giving time in the wizardry prison of Azkaban," Harry was starting to panic, "Unfortunately you are far to young to be sent to Azkaban for any time period," Fudge went on, "And Mr Dumbledore has raised the issue of the faults in taking your wand from you - so I am sad to say we cannot remove your wand from you either," There was a sudden knock at the door, "That must be him," Dumbledore walked to the door and opened it, a smile appeared on his face, "Elwyn! Late as usual I see!" he joked, "As always Albus," Harry saw a hand shake Dumbledore's, The man entered the room, he was wearing long flowing robes of Green and Gold, and looked very young, and had appeared to be slightly sunburned. "The snow at home - it reflects far too much," the man said to Harry as if he could read his thoughts. He turned to Brydie's parents, "Rupert! Kyiana! So good to see you again," "And you," Mr Morris replied, Fudge did a sort of grunting cough, "Fudge," the man forced a smile, Harry could tell this by how the look in his eyes changed, "Professor Snape," he tipped his head to Snape, "Harry Potter, I would like you to meet Professor Elwyn Emerindyl, Professor, this is ." Fudge didn't get a chance to finish, "Yes Fudge, obviously," Professor Emerindyl said coldly, "And how are you feeling Harry?" "Er ." Harry went to answer but Fudge butted in, "We were about to explain his punishment to him before you entered," Fudge spoke back just as coldly, "I would hardly call being sent to Koalingo, a punishment," Professor Emerindyl said to Fudge bemused, "Here here!" Mr Morris cheered, and quickly shut up, Fudge was looking livid, "Well it is," Fudge said furiously, "Harry Potter you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts until further notice. Seeing it is best to keep you in the Wizarding world, you will be sent to school in Australia," "Yes!" Professor Emerindyl spoke up, "Which has always been the way of you British, send them to Australia when they are too much for you," Dumbledore had a small grin on his face, as did Mr and Mrs Morris. "But, my friends, my work - everything" Harry was still outraged, "You should have thought of that before," Fudge spoke coldly, "Now our year is in its second semester, but I will inform our teachers that you shall be doing fifth year work, while our forth years finish, and then you will finish your fifth year in the first semester next year, with next years fifth years," Professor Emerindyl informed him, "Then perhaps this madness will end and you'll be allowed back to Hogwarts," "But don't count on it," Snape snapped at Harry, "Now, I must return to Australia tonight - which means, Harry, I'm afraid that doesn't give you much time for goodbyes," Professor Emerindyl announced "So let us all vacate and allow Harry to inform his friends of this news," Dumbledore spoke and they all started out the door, "Why do I feel justice has not been served?" Fudge said to Snape, "Oh it will, this year at Hogwarts is going to be very interesting indeed," Snape grinned to Harry, "Say goodbye to your friends, Potter, it will be a long time before you see them again, let me assure you!"







CHAPTER FOUR Unforgettable Flight

"You're joking?" Ron was appalled by the news, "Nope! That's what they were just in here telling me," Harry informed them, "The Headmaster of the school is taking me back tonight," "The headmaster is a very well known man!" Hermione spoke up, "Yes, but school in Australia, away from Hogwarts!" Harry wasn't happy about it at all; "They're dumping me in Australia," "Surely they can't do that?" Mrs Weasley was as shocked as Harry, "Your Aunt and Uncle ." "They won't care!" Harry started loudly, "They're getting rid of me two months early," "The school year began last February for Koalingo," Hermione piped up, as she saw the puzzled look on Mrs Weasley's face, "Its winter there at the moment, so Harry will start half way through their year" "But I thought it was impossible to do changes from one wizardry school to the next?" Mrs Weasley tried to find an excuse for him not to go, "If it was they wouldn't be doing it, would they?" Ron finally spoke up, "You can't go, Harry, you just can't - I'll be stuck with her all year," he tossed his head in Hermione's direction, "Glad to be your friend too, Ron" Hermione answered in disgust, "You know what I mean," "No, I don't, I think you are being very rude,"

"Well perhaps there's a secret message in what I'm saying," "If you two are going to be like this all year, I'm glad I won't be at Hogwarts," Harry stared at them both, "Sorry Harry," Hermione apologised, "Yeah Harry, me too," Ron bowed his head in concern, "So your leaving tonight? That's not fair, is it? They can't take you this soon, can they?" "Well whether they can or not, they are," Harry looked depressed, "The headmaster of the Australian school doesn't like Cornelius Fudge, does he?" Hermione looked at Mrs Weasley, "You should have seen them in here," Harry announced, "He was ignoring Fudge, quite openly, he didn't seem to care of a word Fudge was saying," "The feeling is mutual at the moment," Mrs Weasley announced, "I daresay your father won't be working at the ministry much longer," There was a knock at the door and a warm face appeared, "I apologise, Harry, but I must ask you to finish up now," It was Professor Emerindyl, the headmaster of the school in Australia, "We have to be leaving now, I daresay I have stayed longer the I should have," Mrs Weasley wrapped her arms around Harry in a death lock, "I'll write you once a week, and I expect an owl back, once a week. And you keep on track with your studies! And please don't go getting into any trouble," "Mum, this is Harry your talking to! He never gets into trouble," Ron pulled Harry away from Mrs Weasley and patted Harry on the back, "Trouble gets him - I'll write you too, whenever I can, Hermione keeps going on about how hard fifth year will be," Hermione pulled Harry from Ron and wrapped her arms around him, "It will be hard, I dread to know how you'll get by without me on your back," "I'll be fine," Harry answered, "And learn all you can about the history of Magic in Australia, It is truly fascinating," Hermione let him go, "You mean boring," Ron said, laughing. "No fascinating," "Boring," "How would you like it if someone said your countries history was boring?" "I'd agree with them," Fred and George pulled Harry away from the argument, "I really worry about those two," George laughed, "Here, make a mark for us in that school," They handed Harry a bag of Dungbombs, "Apparently you can't bye them in Australia," Fred announced, "So we hyped them up a bit," he winked, "To . er . make up for all they've missed," George chuckled, "Haven't tested them yet, so make sure you run when you throw one," Fred laughed, "Come along now," Professor Emerindyl opened the door to let him out, "See ya Ginny," Harry shouted just before he walked through and the door snapped shut, "How are we getting to Australia?" Harry asked, "You don't look dressed suitable for a muggle aeroplane," Professor Emerindyl laughed warmly, "No Harry, I tend to believe taking muggle transport is extraordinarily slow, and I ensure you that our trip will be quite comfortable," They walked along an extremely long corridor, "Professor Dumbledore is not . er . here anymore?" "Albus has asked me to convey his apologies for not farewelling you, but he was suddenly called away," Professor Emerindyl stated, "Rest easy, Harry. They may be telling you this is your punishment for turning Professor Snape into a cactus. But in actual fact this could not have happened at a better time," "What?" Harry looked up at him, He continued walking, as if he were looking for something, "You see, Harry, Albus has made me aware of the current events happening here in Britain, and it is seen that perhaps now with Dumbledore no longer at Hogwarts, it is better for you to be elsewhere, rather then anywhere in Britain," he suddenly stopped and looked behind them, "Now I know that door was around here somewhere," He started feeling the walls, "Hmmm . where . um ... I know," he pulled his wand out of his pocked, "Alohomora!" he chanted and a door appeared and opened right in front of them, "See, I told you it was around here," "Oh, Professor, thank goodness," Charlie Weasley ran up to Professor Emerindyl, "She's hungry again, she's trying to eat the hippogriffs - hey Harry!" "Charlie? What are you ." Harry didn't finish his sentence as it soon became obvious why Charlie was there. "Oh my ." Harry stared up at an enormous Dragon, dark green Dragon. "Melinda," Professor Emerindyl spoke, in his normal cheery tone and volume of voice. Immediately the Romanian Longhorn leapt to the side and sat at attention like a dog to its master, although the Romanian Longhorn wasn't wagging its tail. "She'll need feeding before we go," Professor Emerindyl pulled a small green velvet bag with a golden tie around it, out of his pocket. "One of these should sustain you until we get back to Australia," Professor Emerindyl pulled out, what looked like a dog biscuit and tossed it to the dragon, "Engorgio!" he waved his wand and the biscuit grew to the size of a boulder, She dug in immediately and within seconds, the entire boulder biscuit had been fully consumed. Harry stood staring in alarm, "We're travelling on that, back to Australia?" "Yes," Professor Emerindyl said as they walked over to the Dragon, "Anything the matter Harry?" "I thought . Charlie I thought dragons were untrainable," Harry looked over at Charlie, who too was looking in amazement, "So did I, Harry," Charlie walked over to him, "Good luck in Australia, Professor Emerindyl is a good man, he'll take good care of you," "Harry!" Professor Emerindyl called out; he was standing over in front of Melinda the Romanian Longhorn. Harry walked very cautiously over to the dragon and Professor Emerindyl. "Melinda, this is Harry Potter, Harry meet Melinda," Professor Emerindyl introduced them. Melinda lowered her head. Her gold horns glittered in the sunlight. Professor Emerindyl gave Harry an encouraging look, so he petted Melinda on the face. She roared loudly, and Harry jumped back, but Professor Emerindyl didn't move at all, "Good, she likes you," he smiled at Harry, although Harry thought there was nothing about that roar that sounded like 'I like you'. "See this?" Professor Emerindyl pointed to a large emerald stone just below Melinda's neck, "Touch it," Harry thought this was a rather strange request but did as he was asked anyway. He suddenly felt really light and then everything went white, then green, then red, then blue, the purple, and then back to white. And Harry felt himself being dropped.

He landed on a very cushy couch. "What on earth?" he looked around, he appeared to be inside a very large room, which looked like a some kind of beach house, with one of the walls being made of glass, I huge window that went from the ground, to the roof which was at least fifty feet high, and from side to side about fifty feet wide, kind of like a dome, on its side. "What the ." Harry stood and walked over to the gargantuan sized dome window, "Argh!" he screamed and jumped back, for a huge eye had just placed itself up against the window from the outside, "Giant!!" "Never fear Harry," It was Professor Emerindyl, "You are inside the emerald dome. That is how we will travel," There was a popping noise and Professor Emerindyl disappeared from outside and appeared, at Harry's size, on the inside. "Much better way to travel, don't you agree?" he stood from where he had landed on the same couch Harry remembered appearing on, and then walked over to stand in front of the dome window. "Wide screen,' he smiled, "Very well Melinda, we may go now," And the dragon took to flight. Harry stumbled as the Dragon started leaving the ground. "You really should hold onto something," Professor Emerindyl smiled, Harry half smiled as he leaned on the window glass to help himself stand up. "It does get to be a smoother flight," he walked, as if he was on still land, over to a cupboard above a sink, Harry hadn't noticed before. "Drink Harry?" he asked, although didn't look at Harry for an answer. He was humming to himself as he pulled all sorts of potion filled bottles out of the cupboard and through them, glass and all, onto a cauldron that was now situated in the sink. The concoction was spilling madly all out of the cauldron, while the rest of the room shook also. Then stillness. Melinda had obviously reached a suitable height as she was now gliding through the air. "Ah, see, I told you," He walked over to Harry with two goblets in his hands. He handed one to Harry, "Drink it, you'll feel better," he said as he looked at the travel sick face Harry was pulling. Harry lifted the goblet to his face, "What is this," he said as he looked in, the potion looked like a liquid silk that kept changing colour, "That's a secret, you'll know why when you taste it," Professor Emerindyl took a mouthful of his own, Harry lifted the goblet to his mouth and took a large mouthful, "Wow!" "You like it?" Professor Emerindyl asked as he looked over the vast fields passing incredibly fast below, "It is my mothers recipe - sworn to secrecy on its ingredients," "But you could bottle it and make millions . billions even," Harry quickly finished it, "Some things are more important then money!" Professor Emerindyl smiled, "Now I suggest you travel over to that lounge over there," "Why?" Harry said in a high-pitched voice. He was starting to feel quite lightheaded. "Well you drank the drink awfully fast, so you are about to ." Harry didn't hear the rest of what Professor Emerindyl was saying because he hit the floor. Fast asleep. * The red dragon was chasing him through the forest once more, roaring loudly and blasting fire at him. He was running as fast as his legs could carry him. The dragon was roaring deafeningly, all the time gaining on him. He was running so fast, the trees appeared to be running at him, he all of a sudden connected with the roots of one of the trees and fell to the ground. The dragon stopped, staring down at him, opened its mouth. Roaring filled Harry's ears, he looked sideways to see the Gryffindor Lion, Slytherin Snake, Hufflepuff Badger, and the Ravenclaw Eagle, sitting around like humans would, all laughing at him. The Gryffindor Lion waved goodbye to him. Harry turned to face the dragon, he saw flames fill its mouth and nostrils; this was it, the end of Harry Potter. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a beautiful ghost white Unicorn appeared, it shovelled its head down at him, Harry thought, it was to stab him, but instead it had lifted him onto its back. Harry held on tightly around its neck as the Unicorn glided through the forest at a speed even the dragon could not keep up with. The Unicorn appeared to be running for a river. There was a long stretch of land that run along side the river, the moonlight danced across the still water as the Unicorn sped past it. The Unicorn ran and ran, faster and faster, until it stopped dead right at the waters front. Harry fell off from being so dizzy. The Unicorn dug its head down into Harry's side, pushing him a bit. Harry looked up at it. "Look out!" he screamed as the Dragon appeared behind the Unicorn, The Unicorn snorted madly and pushed Harry forward into the water. "Why?" he screamed at the Unicorn. A blast of fire and a thunderous roar shot from the dragon, Harry quickly dived for cover in the water. He watched the fire wash over the surface of the water. He tried to swim up to see, but the Mermaid had hold of him again, the same purple mermaid he had seen before. Harry started kicking at it to release him. The mermaid shook its head madly. Harry continued kicking. It raised its trident to him; there was a flash of bright light. And Harry . woke up.

"Are you alright Harry?" Professor Emerindyl was smiling down at him, "You were screaming and punching this cushion," he held up a rag; Harry noticed it still had feathers falling out of it, "A nightmare! Its nothing, everyone has nightmares," Harry smiled "I'd like you to come and see this," Professor Emerindyl walked and stood by the glass dome. Harry, too, stood and walked over to his side, "See that?" he said pointing to a building on the peak of a mountain below. Harry stared at it in awe. For at the peak of the mountain was an enormous castle. He had no idea whether it was bigger then Hogwarts but it would definitely come close to being the same size. It was nighttime and there were hundreds upon thousands of shinning windows shinning into the night. "Wow!" Harry couldn't stop staring at it, "Its amazing," "It is Koalingo manor - yes it is a castle in wizardry terms, but we call it Koalingo manor, that is your new school, Harry,"































CHAPTER FIVE Valiente, Fuerza, Sabiduría, Potencia

Professor Emerindyl looked down at the gargantuan castle with a glint in his eye. Harry thought Professor Emerindyl was about to cry, but then he smiled. "It is always wonderful to return to Koalingo after being away for so long," he continued his lost gaze at the castle, "Lets get ready to land," Professor Emerindyl clapped his hands twice. Harry felt the sensation of being dropped once more. He looked around to see he was now seated in a carriage lined with green and gold silk, and heavy red velvet curtains. He was slightly confused, until Professor Emerindyl appeared at his side. "I daresay our arrival should be in style, Harry" he sat and waited patiently. Harry, all the time, wondering what was happening, "We should touch ground momentarily, so you might want to hold on," This warning was a little too late, the next thing Harry knew was he was laying on the floor of the impact thrown carriage. Being bounced from side to side, Harry was holding on for dear life, Professor Emerindyl grabbed hold on Harry's shoulders and helped him to his seat, "Hold on!" he called over the noise, The carriage slowed down into a driving pace, which only went for less then a minute, before absolute silence and stillness took over once more. Professor Emerindyl sat silently. Harry wondered what it could be he was waiting for. The door of the carriage creaked open and Harry saw what looked like a student in robes of green and gold, just like what Professor Emerindyl was wearing, open the door and tip his head slightly. Professor Emerindyl gestured for Harry to step out of the carriage. Harry stood uneasily and started out the carriage, as he stepped out, he saw four different patches of colour, green, red, purple, and blue, which appeared to be the students in their robes. Not at all like Hogwarts, the students weren't all wearing the same coloured uniforms, but nevertheless, were wearing Koalingo uniforms; Harry could tell this as each had the same coat of arms on the breasts of their robes. Although each robe appeared to have gold cuffs, collars, lining, and a large golden 'K' on the back. Professor Emerindyl now stepped out of the carriage, "Thankyou Melinda - you may go now," Professor Emerindyl clapped his hands once more, the carriage disappeared from behind Melinda and she flew off into the night. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen - I would like you all to meet Mr Harry Potter," Harry looked around, there appeared to be over a thousand faces staring at him, "Harry is on . exchange with us for a period of time," The silence was so much at this point, Harry's ears started ringing, "He will be joining our 4th into 5th year students as a 5th year beginner." Harry looked among the crowd and saw a familiar face, it was Brydie, and she was looking at him with a smile spread wide across her face. "Now, Mr Potter has had a very long journey, and I expect he'd need his beauty sleep. Goodness knows I do - I don't want to turn out looking like some hideous old bat, do I," Professor Emerindyl smiled at this moment, and a student in the crowd shouted, "Too late!" The whole assembly roared with laughter, as did the teachers gathered and Professor Emerindyl himself, "Alas," he waved his hand, a mirror appeared, he held it up to his face and it shattered, "You are correct Mr Douglas," he waved his hand again, the mirror disappeared and the crowd roared with laughter once more. "Now, I believe I am correct in believing that it is far beyond everyone's bed time," he smiled at the crowd, "Tomorrow shall be the day Harry is sorted, as for now it is time for you all to bid good evening and hurry off to bed," There were slight moans but the assembly began departing through the huge doorway leading into the castle. "Miss Morris! Mr Fumbleknot! Mr Douglas! Can I see you here please?" Professor Emerindyl called. Three students walked over, a boy in emerald green and gold robes - which was the same boy that made the remark about Professor Emerindyl earlier, another boy wearing amethyst purple and gold robes - whom Harry had only just noticed, and the last, which was Brydie, was in sapphire blue and gold robes. "Harry, Miss Morris I believe you have met?" Professor Emerindyl looked at Harry, he nodded, "Miss Morris is in the Saphricorn house group," "Hi Harry," Brydie smiled "This is Hyperion Douglas of Emerindyl House!" Professor Emerindyl gestured to the boy in the green robes, "Lord Hyperion Douglas," the boy corrected Professor Emerindyl, "Hey Harry, you're going to love it here," Harry smiled at the boy in reply, "Lord Douglas is quite the comedian," Professor Emerindyl smiled, "And this is Mezentius Fumbleknot of Ameraid house," he gestured to the boy in purple robes, "These are the current prefects for this year - we do have another house group, unfortunately there are no Ruberagon prefects in the forth year," Harry watched Brydie, Mezentius, and Hyperion look at the ground with what were obvious smiles on their faces. "What house group are you in at Hogwarts, Harry?" Professor Emerindyl started walking, Harry and the other three trailed close behind, "Er . Gryffindor sir," Harry replied, wondering what called for such a question, "Ah yes! Gryffindor," he walked on, playing with his short beard, "You shall stay in the Emerindyl House dormitories this evening. Follow Hyperion, he shall show you where it is, your trunk with your things in it will be waiting in your quarters," "Thankyou Professor," Hyperion seemed quite smug at this news, "Good night Harry," Professor Emerindyl continued down the corridor, Harry, Hyperion, Mezentius and Brydie all stopped, "Well the Emerindyl dorms are this way Harry," Hyperion started in another direction "Hurry up! I want some sleep before its time to get up!" "Don't be so rude Hyperion," Brydie stopped Harry, "Welcome to Koalingo Harry, never listen to a thing Hyperion says unless someone backs him up, see you at breakfast," "Yeah, great to meet you Harry," Mezentius shook Harry's hands, "I know you'll love it here," "Yes! Fine! That's enough, Harry has got his sorting tomorrow, he'll need a run down on which house groups are the ones he wants to be in," Hyperion was speaking in a snobby tone, Mezentius pulled a very stern look at Hyperion, "See you in the morning Harry," Hyperion and Harry started walking along a corridor Harry had thought didn't have an end to it, as they were walking in a straight line for at least twenty minutes and Hyperion didn't look as if he was about to stop anytime soon. "Now Harry," Hyperion was telling Harry about the four house groups of Koalingo, "Ameraid house isn't a bad one at all, Mezentius is in Ameraid. Its basically the house group for know-it-alls who never step out of line with teachers," he went on, "Now you don't want to end up in Ruberagon - not that I think you will, but Ruberagon is full of evil vindictive nasty people. No surprise with their founders past," "Lord Ruberagon?" Harry asked, he had remembered what Brydie had told him back at Privet Drive. "You know of Lord Ruberagon? I guessed you would, well your Voldemort is nothing to our Lord Ruberagon," Hyperion sounded boastful, as if it was a pride to house an evil wizard more powerful then Voldemort, "So I've heard," Harry answered, staring at Hyperion, he had not even hesitated to say 'Voldemort' he had just come out with it, and if this Lord Ruberagon was more powerful, then he wondered why Hyperion hadn't worried about saying Lord Ruberagon's name, "You don't speak of Lord Ruberagon in fear?" "Well why should I - Harry, we are in the safest place in the Wizarding world," he smiled as they stopped in front of a suit of armour, "Professor Emerindyl?" Harry asked, Hyperion nodded, he reached forward, grabbed the hand of the suit of armour and shook it, "Golden Snidget," The suit of armour replied, "Good evening Lord Douglas - you really should hurry to bed! It's almost ." the suit didn't have a chance to finish, as Hyperion pulled Harry up the secret corridor behind it. "Welcome to Emerindyl lake," Hyperion opened the door in front of them, "Incredible," Harry stood in awe, It appeared to Harry that Hyperion had opened a door to a lake outside; it was night so the moon was reflecting off the lake that stood silent and smooth, with hundreds of small cottages situated around the shore, "Where are we?" Harry looked at Hyperion, who had started towards one of the cottages, "This is where you'll be staying," Hyperion opened the door to the cottage; Harry walked in and looked around. The cottage was a small house, much like Hagrid's hut, but bigger, and suited for a smaller person, and its rooms were separate, not all in one. "Now, if you ever feel hungry, hit this button and a house elf will come immediately from the kitchens," he showed Harry a panel of buttons on the wall next to a very large and comfy looking arm chair. "And I'll have to bid you goodnight, we'll have to finish our discussion in the morning," he walked over to the door they entered the cottage through, he knocked on the back of the door and said, "Hyperion Douglas's quarters," There was a flash of light that made the cracks around the door glow, and then Hyperion opened Harry's door, not to see the outside from whence they had just come, but another cottage, "See you, Harry" he walked through and snapped the door shut. Harry quickly ran over to the door and opened it, but when he opened it, he saw the lake again, and the hundreds of cottages, just like his. He closed his door, thoroughly confused and walked back into the lounge room of his cottage and he couldn't believe it. He had his own cottage, his own house. "Awesome," Harry looked around, * That night Harry had slept worse then ever, although he was very comfortable, he was thrown by all that ad happened, although he did not know how long his trip from England had taken, he supposed that in the last six hours he had been expelled, banished, shrunken, flown by a dragon to another country, introduced to over a thousand foreign wizards, and now given his very own home. So all in all, he didn't know whether to be happy or angry. With all that in mind he drifted off to sleep. "Oh my god! I'm late," Harry sat up in his bed suddenly; the sun was glaring through the window. He threw his blankets off him and ran into the lounge room of his cottage. "Very late," he mumbled to himself as he pulled his shoes on. He looked up at a huge grandfather clock, which was standing across the other side of the room. It was nine-thirty in the morning. He quickly pulled his robes on and shot out the door. It took him quite a long time to realise, but when he walked back through the door he had come through the previous night, the suit of armour made a remark on Harry's clothing. "Tis strange seeing Koalingo robes in black," "What?" Harry spun around and looked at the suit, "But these robes are my Hog . warts . ones," he looked at the breast of the cloak, the crest on it was in fact a Koalingo crest, no Hogwarts crest was to be found, "Listen, where would I find the area I am going to be sorted in?" "The swording chamber? Well that's just off the Golden Hall," The suit sounded happy with itself, as if he had just done his good deed for the day, "And where's the Golden Hall?" Harry asked "The entrance to the Golden Hall is next to the entrance door to the Teachers staffrooms and the classrooms corridor," the suit replied in the same tone of voice, "And that is?" Harry was growing impatient with the suit, "Well it depends ." the suit lifted its finger to its chin, "Come on, I need to know now," Harry thought the suit wasn't being very helpful at all, "Well its in the Entrance courtyard," it replied, "Which is back the way you and Lord Douglas came in last night, or ." "No that's ok, thanks," Harry took off down the hallway at full speed, "But I was going to tell you about the secret passage way right here next to me, it goes straight to the entrance hall in half the time," the suit called, By that time Harry was a good distance from the suit of armour, and hadn't heard him at all. He was running along the corridor for at least ten minutes before he reached the entrance courtyard. It looked much different in daylight. There was snow covering the steps and, as he saw when he looked up, the rooves of the many towers. The sun was being magnified off this snow, which illuminated the entire courtyard. "Hey Harry," a voice said, Harry had his hands over his eyes, from the glaring light reflecting off the ice, "What are you doing up so early," It was Mezentius Fumbleknot, "Early?" Harry stared at him, "It must be at least ." "Its only half past nine," Mezentius stared awkwardly at Harry, "Breakfast doesn't even get served for another hour," "Another hour?" Harry was very confused, "I suppose our schoolings different to yours," Mezentius walked up the steps, the whole school of students were standing on the previous night, Harry followed him immediately, "Breakfasts at ten-thirty in the morning, we school from eleven am until two pm, then lunch, then school from three pm until six pm, then we have dinner, and free time until lights out at midnight," "Why do you leave it so long in the morning before you start?" Harry asked,

"Well school legislature says we have to school from 9am - so that's probably what your used to do, but Professor Emerindyl says a rested student is one that learns better, so he lets everyone sleep as long as they please, and everyone's usually up by ten in the morning anyway," Mezentius explained, "And it works; Koalingo is the best Wizarding School, developing the highest marks of all magical students in Australia," "There are more Wizardry schools here in Australia?" Harry was dumfounded, "I think Hogwarts is the only one in all of Britain," Mezentius shrugged, "No, there are heaps of wizardry schools in Britain, Hogwarts is the most prominent! I guess you could call Koalingo, the Australian Hogwarts," he smiled, "I believe Hogwarts and Koalingo have been competing for the highest marks for years, but Professor Emerindyl insists, that there is no competition, that is why he turned down his invitation into your Tri-Wizard Tournament last year," "Koalingo was invited, but I thought the tournament was only aloud to be between Beauxbatons and Durmstrang?" Harry wondered, Mezentius shrugged, "Come on, I'll show you the Golden Hall," They had finally reached the top of the stairs, Harry hadn't realised how high up the stairs actually went. They entered through a door that seemed to travel into the sky, and they were in yet another courtyard. "Why is everything so super-sized around here?" Harry asked, "The stairs, that door, this courtyard, and last night it took Hyperion and I twenty minutes to walk to the Emerindyl Common Room, and inside, it was like another world. A lake, like a village, cottages everywhere, and there was no roof over it all, it was as if I was outside," "This castle has an interesting history to it, you should read 'A History of Koalingo written by Amberly Ameraid' Quite a good book," they continued through another door, "I didn't read 'Hogwarts: A History' I'm not going to read 'A History of Koalingo' I don't like reading when I do have to let alone when I don't," Harry exclaimed, "Suit yourself, but always remember Harry, knowledge equals wisdom, wisdom equals power," he smiled, "And welcome to the Golden Hall, Harry Potter," He had opened double doors and a golden glow shone out of it, "Amazing," Harry stared. He had marvelled at the golden cutlery and plates at Hogwarts, but this room was a step up, it was gold, the walls, floor and ceiling were made with gold, there were no floating candles, like Hogwarts, but strange glowing spots all over the ceiling and walls. "Glow worms," Mezentius spoke as if he could read Harry's thoughts, "Magically magnified to lighten the entire hall," "This is magnificent," Harry starred around, hanging from the ceiling, above four long cedar tables, were four different banners; a green one, a blue one, a purple, and a red - at least five of each hanging in a line on the ceiling above each table. "This looks just like the great hall," "Pardon?" Mezentius turned to him, "Nothing," Harry said as he stared up at the banners. The Green banner had a Grindylow on it, the blue banner had a silver Unicorn, the purple banner had a Mermaid on it, and the red banner had a Dragon on it. He stared at them. "What are those words?" Harry looked; each of the four different banners had a different word on it - a word that must have been in another language, as he could not understand it. "Oh, they are part of the school motto, one word for each house, Valiente, Fuerza, Sabiduría, Potencia - which is Spanish for . um . er" Mezentius tried to explain, "Bravery, Strength, Wisdom, and Power - young man," a teacher appeared in the doorway that Mezentius and Harry were blocking, the teacher resembled Professor Snape in many ways, the voice, the looks, and it was only really the hair that set them apart. For this teachers hair was not at all greasy, which didn't help much in the way of helping him look kinder then Professor Snape, "I hope you intend on remembering those four words Mr Fumbleknot," Harry remembered that Mezentius' last name was Fumbleknot, "As an Ameraid student you are supposed to be wise, you should know a vast amount of knowledge, I'd hate to think that the swording chamber didn't work," "Oh no Professor ConDoin - I do know the words I just ." Mezentius stopped as the Professor butted in, "And look at yourself making excuses, my, my, we don't want Mr Potter going back to Hogwarts thinking that excuses are the way of Australian life," Professor ConDoin glared at Mezentius, "Do we Mr Fumbleknot?" "No Professor Condoin," Mezentius was staring at the ground, "So, Mr Potter, have you a rough idea of which house you expect to be sorted into?" Professor ConDoin turned on Harry, "Er . no," Harry answered, his eyes on the Professor but looking at Mezentius who was staring at the ground still. "Well I do hope you do not get sorted into Ameraid - a bunch of cowards, the lot of them," Professor ConDoin eyed Mezentius, "Well good luck at the swording ceremony, I must go and make sure everything is ready, those lazy swords have to be woken up," Professor ConDoin flared a long red cape out behind him as he pushed off to a door at the front of the Golden Hall. Harry noticed there was a sword tied to Professor ConDoin's waist. "What does he mean? Wake up the swords?" Harry looked over at Mezentius, who was still looking at the ground,