Hi! I have a special note for you.
Please note that I do not have very high views of Dumbledore and I have every intent to make him look stupid without making him out of character. Draco Malfoy is going to be my help in this as he more or less hates Dumbledore. I've also got another hint: Draco is going to meet Harry much much sooner before the journeymage level. Cause he's special.
Back to the original subject.
~**~**~
Draco Malfoy woke up in the Slytherin boy's dormitories feeling quite satisfied. He threw Snape, Bumblebee, Snake-face, Potter's idiot friends and the school off their tracks yesterday. He gotta admit, life was good.
Suddenly he groaned and clenched his teeth against the pain. STUPID FUCKING POTTER!!!!!!!! (A/N He's a death eater's son, he's allowed to use language.) I would bet anything that that's caused by the return trip, which means that there's going to be more fricking headaches later. Scratch the life is good idea; life is good without STUPID FUCKING POTTER!!!
I got to stop calling him Potter in case I actually speak his name in public, which will then cause suspicions. Hmm.I need a new nickname.
Draco grinned, knowing exactly what to call Potter. "SFP," he announced to the dormitory in gleeful tones. This has to be one of his brilliant ideas. SFP could stand for lots of things but the one he named it for stands for stupid fucking Potter. If anyone like Snape asks, he'll say it stands for Save fucking Potter. If Snake-face asks, he'll say it stands for Stop fucking Potter. Either way, the title works. Get a few tips against headaches from his sire, his life would be perfect, with or without Potter.
He dressed in slytherin color robes and head for the way to the great hall. He was the first one there, unsurprisingly as he purposely woke up at five in the morning. As soon as he sat down, dishes of food appeared and he ate.
Feeling full, he went outside and prepared to pay a certain sire an unexpected visit.
~**~**~
He appeared in front of a cabin in the middle of the forest. He walked towards it and prepared himself before opening the door. As expected, four knives came out of nowhere and flew at him. He caught them neatly in one hand and walked inside. The cabin was dark and dreary, an ideal look for an abandoned building. But Draco was not fool.
Rolling his eyes at Casmir's paranoia, he snapped his fingers and the illusion disappeared. Why does he even bother? Nobody was even going to go inside the forest anyway. He went to the other room and found the aforementioned vampire sitting on a armchair, peering intently at some ancient map.
He cleared his throat. Nothing. He did it again. Silence. Aggravated, he shout, "Sire! You know you heard me so quit pretending."
"You failed."
"WHAT!!!!" Draco sputtered angrily, "FAILED WHAT?! I WASN'T AWARE THAT THERE WAS A TEST?"
"Of course there is," Casmir said calmly, putting aside the maps, "Every minute is a test to see how you'd react. You should not have given into your impatience so quickly. As for headaches, try using more mind shields next time."
"Huh?!" Draco said, trying to process the words, "Wait, how did you know that I'm here to ask you about headaches?"
"Simple, you shouldn't have broadcast your thoughts that loud and stop trying to argue, you know you can't win." At this Casmir smirked. One of his favorite pastimes is frustrating his childe. Of course, he wouldn't tell him that the way to make him stop is to not get angry for once. Better let him figure it out on his own. God knows how many clues he'd given out already.
Draco snared and stomped out of the cabin furiously, leaving a very smug Casmir behind.
~**~**~
Harry quailed under Madam Vivian's furious glare while mentally preparing his own will.
"Brat," She spat angrily, "Can't even look at where you're going, huh?" The last part was accompanied by a sneer.
Harry snapped back on instant reflex as that sounded a lot like Snape, "I would say the same for you Madam since you bumped into me as well." As soon as he said that, Harry was horrified. Sure there's no points to lose here but he would take Hogwarts any day as they have the no harming rule. Here, she can beat him into a bloody pulp.
To his utter amazement, Madam Vivian let out a deep throaty laugh and said, "Well said boy, well said. You got your points across. Maybe you'd be different from those idiotic brats I get all the time." With that said, she walked away, leaving Harry staring dumbfounded behind her.
Harry shook his head at another weirdness of the teachers and headed to the cafeteria to get some snacks.
~**~**~
He entered Madam Vivian's classroom and tried hard not to gap. Her room is by far the strangest. At the right, a gigantic structure of an obstacle course stood proudly, with vines hanging around it. To Harry's surprise, the vines came from the ceiling and hung there, as if the ceiling is an ideal growth area. At the far corner, working equipment were scattered around randomly. At the left however, weapons were strung and hung carefully. The entire wall was covered and the weapons were shining proudly.
At the center, a gigantic octagon was drawn on the floor, with Celtic designs all over it. In the middle was a miniature fountain with sweet aromas lathered heavily in the water. That is probably the only thing that doesn't have to do with working out in this classroom.
He walked over to a set of bleachers and sat down with the rest of his classmates. Soon enough, Madam Vivian came out of a side door and stood in front of them, with a heavy glare on her face. Harry was the only one who didn't flinch. After all, he had plenty of practice surviving the infamous Snape glares. Besides, Snape's glares were much more deadlier.
"Brats," She barked, "I will have no whining or crying in my class. If you are a puny big crybaby, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Nobody did, they were all frozen.
"No listened carefully. No touching any part of the obstacle course. If you even have any notion of that idea, I will chop your hands off! No touching any of the weapons, if you do, I will chop your hands AND you feet off. Although I probably shouldn't bother, they would have been off already as my weapons are all super sharp." She gave a cold smirk at this and continued, "Also, if I catch you spoiling any of my equipment," At this her voice got downright nasty and dropped to a icy tone, "I will personally hunt you down and burn you alive, from inside out."
Harry saw more than one person turning green at this and even he himself gulped. Must remember, there is none of the no hurting children rule here.
"And if I ever saw you even going remotely close to the octagon on the floor much less the fountain, I will not kill you BUT I WILL MOST DEFINITELY MAKE WHAT TIME REMAINING OF YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL BY CHOPPING AWAY ALL YOUR BODY PARTS AND THAN KILLING YOU!!"
A girl threw up. Everybody froze and the girl looked horrified. Madam Vivian slowly turned around to face the girl and her eyes got five times bigger. The girl whimpered and Madam Vivian marched over and dragged her up by her ears.
"Name?" She let out a deadly whisper.
"C-Ca-Camemlon Y-Yuara, M-Madam." The girl, no Camemlon stuttered.
"Yuara huh?" Her face took on a wicked smirk and she continued, "Why don't you tell your beloved teacher that you will no longer attend my class. Since my class is a required session, you will find that you cannot try for the novice rank this year. Say goodbye to your future plans and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CLASS!" She finished it with a roar and the girl fled as though lions were after her.
Harry could see tearstains on her cheeks.
"Well this is what crybabies get for entering my class. Until they grow up, they can forget about the Master rank for good. They will be lucky if they even made it to Novice."
With that said, she proceeded to produce a very long sheet of paper with dozens of equipment listed. Than she said, "Go and follow this instructions. I expect you to complete the exercises on this list by the end of class."
Harry's eyes bugged out. 'That list must be at least a mile long!' At seeing all the disbelieving looks her students are giving her, her face darkened, "Weaklings! This is only the warm-up! Wait until I get the real list out! In normal occasions, I would expect you to finish in thirty minutes! Now I gave you the whole period so get your butts to work!"
Harry groaned and starting working out. As an hour passed, Harry looked around and found the class to be left with only eleven students. He felt pity for the rest. It seemed that Camemlon Yuara isn't going to be the only person who is kicked out. Now there are only the serious students left. Harry saw the boy who nearly beat him in Raydon's class among them.
He was dead tired but he continued going. There was no way he was going to be kicked out for this class. He intended to skip some levels and he had no wish to be stuck in the beginner's ranks. His muscles were complaining at the stress but he continued. He watched the list and told himself. 'Okay; only six more equipments to go and you're done. He finished in fifteen minutes and took the long awaited and much needed rest.
He looked around at the bleachers. A boy that looked older than him had finished first and was drinking a bottle of water. Nine more people were still working hard.
After forty minutes, the last person finished and Madam Vivian addressed them. "Congratulations, you've survived the first day. But don't get too cocky, there's still 364 days left in the year."
~**~**~
Casmir smiled a secret smile. Things were working out perfectly and the boy is finally going along the path he is destined to. He peered into the basin of water at the boy's face. Yes, things were perfect.
He hummed a tune to himself and prepared for a long journey. Yes, it was time to go to the school and meet his chosen again.
~**~**~
HA! HA! Keep you all in suspense! * Rubs hands in glee while cackling evilly. *
Please note that I do not have very high views of Dumbledore and I have every intent to make him look stupid without making him out of character. Draco Malfoy is going to be my help in this as he more or less hates Dumbledore. I've also got another hint: Draco is going to meet Harry much much sooner before the journeymage level. Cause he's special.
Back to the original subject.
~**~**~
Draco Malfoy woke up in the Slytherin boy's dormitories feeling quite satisfied. He threw Snape, Bumblebee, Snake-face, Potter's idiot friends and the school off their tracks yesterday. He gotta admit, life was good.
Suddenly he groaned and clenched his teeth against the pain. STUPID FUCKING POTTER!!!!!!!! (A/N He's a death eater's son, he's allowed to use language.) I would bet anything that that's caused by the return trip, which means that there's going to be more fricking headaches later. Scratch the life is good idea; life is good without STUPID FUCKING POTTER!!!
I got to stop calling him Potter in case I actually speak his name in public, which will then cause suspicions. Hmm.I need a new nickname.
Draco grinned, knowing exactly what to call Potter. "SFP," he announced to the dormitory in gleeful tones. This has to be one of his brilliant ideas. SFP could stand for lots of things but the one he named it for stands for stupid fucking Potter. If anyone like Snape asks, he'll say it stands for Save fucking Potter. If Snake-face asks, he'll say it stands for Stop fucking Potter. Either way, the title works. Get a few tips against headaches from his sire, his life would be perfect, with or without Potter.
He dressed in slytherin color robes and head for the way to the great hall. He was the first one there, unsurprisingly as he purposely woke up at five in the morning. As soon as he sat down, dishes of food appeared and he ate.
Feeling full, he went outside and prepared to pay a certain sire an unexpected visit.
~**~**~
He appeared in front of a cabin in the middle of the forest. He walked towards it and prepared himself before opening the door. As expected, four knives came out of nowhere and flew at him. He caught them neatly in one hand and walked inside. The cabin was dark and dreary, an ideal look for an abandoned building. But Draco was not fool.
Rolling his eyes at Casmir's paranoia, he snapped his fingers and the illusion disappeared. Why does he even bother? Nobody was even going to go inside the forest anyway. He went to the other room and found the aforementioned vampire sitting on a armchair, peering intently at some ancient map.
He cleared his throat. Nothing. He did it again. Silence. Aggravated, he shout, "Sire! You know you heard me so quit pretending."
"You failed."
"WHAT!!!!" Draco sputtered angrily, "FAILED WHAT?! I WASN'T AWARE THAT THERE WAS A TEST?"
"Of course there is," Casmir said calmly, putting aside the maps, "Every minute is a test to see how you'd react. You should not have given into your impatience so quickly. As for headaches, try using more mind shields next time."
"Huh?!" Draco said, trying to process the words, "Wait, how did you know that I'm here to ask you about headaches?"
"Simple, you shouldn't have broadcast your thoughts that loud and stop trying to argue, you know you can't win." At this Casmir smirked. One of his favorite pastimes is frustrating his childe. Of course, he wouldn't tell him that the way to make him stop is to not get angry for once. Better let him figure it out on his own. God knows how many clues he'd given out already.
Draco snared and stomped out of the cabin furiously, leaving a very smug Casmir behind.
~**~**~
Harry quailed under Madam Vivian's furious glare while mentally preparing his own will.
"Brat," She spat angrily, "Can't even look at where you're going, huh?" The last part was accompanied by a sneer.
Harry snapped back on instant reflex as that sounded a lot like Snape, "I would say the same for you Madam since you bumped into me as well." As soon as he said that, Harry was horrified. Sure there's no points to lose here but he would take Hogwarts any day as they have the no harming rule. Here, she can beat him into a bloody pulp.
To his utter amazement, Madam Vivian let out a deep throaty laugh and said, "Well said boy, well said. You got your points across. Maybe you'd be different from those idiotic brats I get all the time." With that said, she walked away, leaving Harry staring dumbfounded behind her.
Harry shook his head at another weirdness of the teachers and headed to the cafeteria to get some snacks.
~**~**~
He entered Madam Vivian's classroom and tried hard not to gap. Her room is by far the strangest. At the right, a gigantic structure of an obstacle course stood proudly, with vines hanging around it. To Harry's surprise, the vines came from the ceiling and hung there, as if the ceiling is an ideal growth area. At the far corner, working equipment were scattered around randomly. At the left however, weapons were strung and hung carefully. The entire wall was covered and the weapons were shining proudly.
At the center, a gigantic octagon was drawn on the floor, with Celtic designs all over it. In the middle was a miniature fountain with sweet aromas lathered heavily in the water. That is probably the only thing that doesn't have to do with working out in this classroom.
He walked over to a set of bleachers and sat down with the rest of his classmates. Soon enough, Madam Vivian came out of a side door and stood in front of them, with a heavy glare on her face. Harry was the only one who didn't flinch. After all, he had plenty of practice surviving the infamous Snape glares. Besides, Snape's glares were much more deadlier.
"Brats," She barked, "I will have no whining or crying in my class. If you are a puny big crybaby, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Nobody did, they were all frozen.
"No listened carefully. No touching any part of the obstacle course. If you even have any notion of that idea, I will chop your hands off! No touching any of the weapons, if you do, I will chop your hands AND you feet off. Although I probably shouldn't bother, they would have been off already as my weapons are all super sharp." She gave a cold smirk at this and continued, "Also, if I catch you spoiling any of my equipment," At this her voice got downright nasty and dropped to a icy tone, "I will personally hunt you down and burn you alive, from inside out."
Harry saw more than one person turning green at this and even he himself gulped. Must remember, there is none of the no hurting children rule here.
"And if I ever saw you even going remotely close to the octagon on the floor much less the fountain, I will not kill you BUT I WILL MOST DEFINITELY MAKE WHAT TIME REMAINING OF YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL BY CHOPPING AWAY ALL YOUR BODY PARTS AND THAN KILLING YOU!!"
A girl threw up. Everybody froze and the girl looked horrified. Madam Vivian slowly turned around to face the girl and her eyes got five times bigger. The girl whimpered and Madam Vivian marched over and dragged her up by her ears.
"Name?" She let out a deadly whisper.
"C-Ca-Camemlon Y-Yuara, M-Madam." The girl, no Camemlon stuttered.
"Yuara huh?" Her face took on a wicked smirk and she continued, "Why don't you tell your beloved teacher that you will no longer attend my class. Since my class is a required session, you will find that you cannot try for the novice rank this year. Say goodbye to your future plans and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CLASS!" She finished it with a roar and the girl fled as though lions were after her.
Harry could see tearstains on her cheeks.
"Well this is what crybabies get for entering my class. Until they grow up, they can forget about the Master rank for good. They will be lucky if they even made it to Novice."
With that said, she proceeded to produce a very long sheet of paper with dozens of equipment listed. Than she said, "Go and follow this instructions. I expect you to complete the exercises on this list by the end of class."
Harry's eyes bugged out. 'That list must be at least a mile long!' At seeing all the disbelieving looks her students are giving her, her face darkened, "Weaklings! This is only the warm-up! Wait until I get the real list out! In normal occasions, I would expect you to finish in thirty minutes! Now I gave you the whole period so get your butts to work!"
Harry groaned and starting working out. As an hour passed, Harry looked around and found the class to be left with only eleven students. He felt pity for the rest. It seemed that Camemlon Yuara isn't going to be the only person who is kicked out. Now there are only the serious students left. Harry saw the boy who nearly beat him in Raydon's class among them.
He was dead tired but he continued going. There was no way he was going to be kicked out for this class. He intended to skip some levels and he had no wish to be stuck in the beginner's ranks. His muscles were complaining at the stress but he continued. He watched the list and told himself. 'Okay; only six more equipments to go and you're done. He finished in fifteen minutes and took the long awaited and much needed rest.
He looked around at the bleachers. A boy that looked older than him had finished first and was drinking a bottle of water. Nine more people were still working hard.
After forty minutes, the last person finished and Madam Vivian addressed them. "Congratulations, you've survived the first day. But don't get too cocky, there's still 364 days left in the year."
~**~**~
Casmir smiled a secret smile. Things were working out perfectly and the boy is finally going along the path he is destined to. He peered into the basin of water at the boy's face. Yes, things were perfect.
He hummed a tune to himself and prepared for a long journey. Yes, it was time to go to the school and meet his chosen again.
~**~**~
HA! HA! Keep you all in suspense! * Rubs hands in glee while cackling evilly. *