Disclaimer: You know, I almost don't want to put this here. Because, if I
don't maybe J.K. Rowling will sue me for all I'm worth (a cookie jar and a
collection of tin lunchboxes). And THEN, I could sue her for wrongful
persecution by saying that any use of the word "the" is unclearly defined
as my disclaimer on a totally unrelated, and obscure site that no one reads
anyway. And THEN she will realize how hilarious I am, and use my ideas in
books 6 and 7. Then we will both be rich, and I can pay someone to make me
look hot. And THEN, she'll hook me up with a son of her friend (Just for
the hell of it, let's say she's friends with the Royal Family). And THEN
I'll marry Prince William, become Princess of my home country of Wales.
All because I didn't write an obvious disclaimer.::sigh::
Oooh, and if I reach review 100, I promise I will stop writing! Won't that
be a treat! And if you don't like it, REVIEW ANYWAY! Oh, what a tangled
web I weave. MWAHAHAHAHA!
Chapter Two: The Mission Arises
It was a Griffin! A Griffin of such a deep and rich red, that Harry actually thought it was bleeding. That was until he saw the elegant golden flecks gleaming on its head, neck, shoulders and flanks. It turned its glorious head sideways, all the better to consider Harry with its startling sapphire eyes that were placed in the predatorial position on the side of its head. It occurred to Harry that the best course of action would be to bow to this magnificent creature, as Hagrid once taught him in the Care of Magical Creatures class.
So, Harry bowed, looking at the wine-red griffin, with its awe inspiring golden speckles, with a stare as equally intense as the griffin's own. It took seconds before the griffin inclined its head and gracefully bent its scaly knees in a return mark of respect and acceptance.
With the formalities over, Harry's eyes were then free to wander. A knapsack stuck out to him, as it was on the griffin's back, at the base of the feathery neck. He saw scrolls protruding from the edges and assumed that this must be an elaborate postal carrier, and walked forward to get Mrs. Figg's letter (as he naturally speculated it was for) and a glint of gold caught his eye. Always noticing fine details, he saw that the twinkle was in fact the name tag of the griffin on a dragon-hide collar. In intricate lettering, Harry found the name of the animal to be Timmeron, a name that meant 'Of the heavens' in Elfin.
"Hullo Timmeron. Have you got a letter for Mrs. Figg then? I'll just nip it out, shall I?" Harry said, carefully informing Timmeron what he was doing, so as not to offend or startle him. Harry assumed Timmeron was in fact a male, as the regal presence of the griffin could not be mistaken for anything but.
Timmeron showed no sign that this action bothered him, so Harry began rifling through the letters in the pouch. He could not find any for Mrs. Figg, but the last one read:
Mr. H. Potter Mrs. Figg's Living Room Wisteria Walk Little Whinging Surrey
"It's for me?"
Timmeron again dipped his head to mime yes before his four nimble feet brought him to a window. No sooner had Harry ducked, than the powerful blood red wings opened, and lifted the glorious being up to the stars and up to the heavens, just like his namesake. Harry's eye's followed Timmeron's progress till he was completely lost to the heavens, and then without another moment's hesitation, Harry opened his letter.
**beginning of letter**
Dear Master Potter,
We wish to inform you of your success of being accepted to become a Durmstrang Institute exchange student. You, along with fifteen of your peers, will come to our noble school in place of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for one standard school year. A list of school books and equipment is included. You will meet at Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross Station on September First at 10 o'clock, as usual. You and your fellows will take Hogwarts Express to Hogsmeade, where you will then continue to the Durmstrang Institute. We look forward to an enlightening upcoming year. Regards,
Madame Carthak Headmistress of the Durmstrang Institute
**end of letter**
'Exchange Student? I didn't apply for this! I've never even heard of it!' Harry thought furiously. As if answering his unspoken thoughts, his own Hedwig flew in with yet another letter. He gave her a small pat, and in return she gave him an affectionate nip before returning to her cage, and placing her head under her wing. Unraveling the scroll, Harry saw familiar writing.
**beginning of letter**
Good Evening Harry,
Hope this finds you very well, but still a little confused. You have just received an invitation to attend Durmstrang for a year. As you are well aware, you did not sign up for this. I took the liberty of adding you and a select others to the list for certain reasons that you will come to know. The other children that are going are:
Hufflepuff: Justin Finch-Fletchley Ernie Macmillan Hannah Abbott Susan Bones
Gryffindor: Harry Potter Ronald Weasley Hermione Granger Virginia Weasley
Ravenclaw: Roger Davies Terry Boot Cho Chang Lisa Turpin
Slytherin: Draco Malfoy Adrian Pucey Pansy Parkinson Millicent Bulstrode
Only you, and those connected to the Order will know of the magnitude of the situation. Durmstrang has long been accused of teaching the Dark Arts and it is now imperative that we know of all situations there. As your humorous attempt at building me an army last year
**break in letter**
Harry could almost see his headmaster's eyes twinkling as he wrote that part of the letter. And Harry had a quick laugh remembering how he and his friends had started the DA to thwart Professor Umbridge.
**continuation of letter**
were indeed harmless in nature, it is the Order's fear that Voldemort may use Durmstrang as a feeder into his Death Eaters. He could be building a following that would be most sinister in nature. I encourage you to discuss this amongst the other children that can be trusted, but only at opportune times. I expect you will be at The Burrow soon, so feel free to discuss freely there. More instructions to come.
Best Always, Albus Dumbledore Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.
**end of letter**
Harry flipped to the other sheaf of parchment that he had gotten in his first letter.
**beginning of letter**
UNIFORM Exchange students will require: Three sets of plain work robes (Blood Red) One pair protective gloves (Dragon hide or similar) Set of heavy furs (Mink, Rabbit, or Polar Bear)
NEW COURSE BOOKS All students should acquire a copy of: The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6)
By Miranda Goshawk Useful Dark Arts in Useful Times
By Ivanovitch Karkaroff
**end of letter**
Harry finished reading before stuffing it in his pocket. When he had come here, it had been to release some if this thoughts to the great unknown, and now he had accumulated more. He sighed, and made his way back to number 4, Privet Drive.
Chapter Two: The Mission Arises
It was a Griffin! A Griffin of such a deep and rich red, that Harry actually thought it was bleeding. That was until he saw the elegant golden flecks gleaming on its head, neck, shoulders and flanks. It turned its glorious head sideways, all the better to consider Harry with its startling sapphire eyes that were placed in the predatorial position on the side of its head. It occurred to Harry that the best course of action would be to bow to this magnificent creature, as Hagrid once taught him in the Care of Magical Creatures class.
So, Harry bowed, looking at the wine-red griffin, with its awe inspiring golden speckles, with a stare as equally intense as the griffin's own. It took seconds before the griffin inclined its head and gracefully bent its scaly knees in a return mark of respect and acceptance.
With the formalities over, Harry's eyes were then free to wander. A knapsack stuck out to him, as it was on the griffin's back, at the base of the feathery neck. He saw scrolls protruding from the edges and assumed that this must be an elaborate postal carrier, and walked forward to get Mrs. Figg's letter (as he naturally speculated it was for) and a glint of gold caught his eye. Always noticing fine details, he saw that the twinkle was in fact the name tag of the griffin on a dragon-hide collar. In intricate lettering, Harry found the name of the animal to be Timmeron, a name that meant 'Of the heavens' in Elfin.
"Hullo Timmeron. Have you got a letter for Mrs. Figg then? I'll just nip it out, shall I?" Harry said, carefully informing Timmeron what he was doing, so as not to offend or startle him. Harry assumed Timmeron was in fact a male, as the regal presence of the griffin could not be mistaken for anything but.
Timmeron showed no sign that this action bothered him, so Harry began rifling through the letters in the pouch. He could not find any for Mrs. Figg, but the last one read:
Mr. H. Potter Mrs. Figg's Living Room Wisteria Walk Little Whinging Surrey
"It's for me?"
Timmeron again dipped his head to mime yes before his four nimble feet brought him to a window. No sooner had Harry ducked, than the powerful blood red wings opened, and lifted the glorious being up to the stars and up to the heavens, just like his namesake. Harry's eye's followed Timmeron's progress till he was completely lost to the heavens, and then without another moment's hesitation, Harry opened his letter.
**beginning of letter**
Dear Master Potter,
We wish to inform you of your success of being accepted to become a Durmstrang Institute exchange student. You, along with fifteen of your peers, will come to our noble school in place of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for one standard school year. A list of school books and equipment is included. You will meet at Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross Station on September First at 10 o'clock, as usual. You and your fellows will take Hogwarts Express to Hogsmeade, where you will then continue to the Durmstrang Institute. We look forward to an enlightening upcoming year. Regards,
Madame Carthak Headmistress of the Durmstrang Institute
**end of letter**
'Exchange Student? I didn't apply for this! I've never even heard of it!' Harry thought furiously. As if answering his unspoken thoughts, his own Hedwig flew in with yet another letter. He gave her a small pat, and in return she gave him an affectionate nip before returning to her cage, and placing her head under her wing. Unraveling the scroll, Harry saw familiar writing.
**beginning of letter**
Good Evening Harry,
Hope this finds you very well, but still a little confused. You have just received an invitation to attend Durmstrang for a year. As you are well aware, you did not sign up for this. I took the liberty of adding you and a select others to the list for certain reasons that you will come to know. The other children that are going are:
Hufflepuff: Justin Finch-Fletchley Ernie Macmillan Hannah Abbott Susan Bones
Gryffindor: Harry Potter Ronald Weasley Hermione Granger Virginia Weasley
Ravenclaw: Roger Davies Terry Boot Cho Chang Lisa Turpin
Slytherin: Draco Malfoy Adrian Pucey Pansy Parkinson Millicent Bulstrode
Only you, and those connected to the Order will know of the magnitude of the situation. Durmstrang has long been accused of teaching the Dark Arts and it is now imperative that we know of all situations there. As your humorous attempt at building me an army last year
**break in letter**
Harry could almost see his headmaster's eyes twinkling as he wrote that part of the letter. And Harry had a quick laugh remembering how he and his friends had started the DA to thwart Professor Umbridge.
**continuation of letter**
were indeed harmless in nature, it is the Order's fear that Voldemort may use Durmstrang as a feeder into his Death Eaters. He could be building a following that would be most sinister in nature. I encourage you to discuss this amongst the other children that can be trusted, but only at opportune times. I expect you will be at The Burrow soon, so feel free to discuss freely there. More instructions to come.
Best Always, Albus Dumbledore Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.
**end of letter**
Harry flipped to the other sheaf of parchment that he had gotten in his first letter.
**beginning of letter**
UNIFORM Exchange students will require: Three sets of plain work robes (Blood Red) One pair protective gloves (Dragon hide or similar) Set of heavy furs (Mink, Rabbit, or Polar Bear)
NEW COURSE BOOKS All students should acquire a copy of: The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6)
By Miranda Goshawk Useful Dark Arts in Useful Times
By Ivanovitch Karkaroff
**end of letter**
Harry finished reading before stuffing it in his pocket. When he had come here, it had been to release some if this thoughts to the great unknown, and now he had accumulated more. He sighed, and made his way back to number 4, Privet Drive.