School… In The Muggle World
Chapter 1 – No HOGWARTS?
Disclaimer: I only own Emily-Anne Crockford and Lori Clearwill (who is a girl) so far. Everything else belongs to the very talented writer, J.K. Rowling and Warner Bro with the characters in the movie.
A/N: Hope you like. Please read and review. Now on with the story.
* = Change of Characters/Conversation (Same Scene/Time)
Italics = Letters/Flashbacks
~*~ = Beginning/End of Chapter
~ = Scene/Time/Date Change
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"Get up you wretched boy!" Petunia Dursley yelled up the stairs.
Petunia Dursley was a middle-aged woman who liked to spy on her neighbors; she was a thin and bony lady with a horse looking face and an extremely long neck, and she had straight blonde hair and stood at 5'3".
"I'm up, I'm up," answered fourteen (almost fifteen) year old Harry Potter. Harry glanced at his clock, which looked fuzzy for he was not wearing his glasses. He reached onto his night table, felt around the top of the surface for his glasses, and once he found them, placed them on his face. The digital clock blinked and Harry noticed that it signaled that it was 6:30am.
'Sheez, these people never let me sleep,' he thought as he looked over to the empty silver cage on his desk. "Hedwig must still be out," he muttered.
Harry James Potter was not your everyday fourteen-year-old boy. He was a wizard that had been practicing magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the past four years. On September 1st, Harry Potter would be off to his fifth year of Hogwarts, and he would be taking the O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizard Level) at the end of the year too.
Harry had jet-black, messy hair, bright emerald eyes, and was around 5'11''. His many hours of playing the wizard sport, quidditch, working out, and doing manual labour (no magic) around the house during the summer had finally paid off. He was muscular, and had a nice, firm torso (yummyJ), and his voice had finally deepened, leaving him with a very low and masculine voice.
Harry, all of sudden, looked at the calendar hanging on his wall, and saw that it was his fifteenth birthday today. 'Oh, well,' he thought. 'Any other birthday gone that the Dursley ignored. But I'll bet Dudley will remember to make fun off me.'
Dudley was Harry's cousin through their mothers, and Dudley had remarkably lost weight over the past school year. At the beginning he had weighed close to the weight of a baby whale. Now he weighed about 240 pounds and was fairly short. And it just so happens that Dudley attended Smeltings Secondary School. He had watery blue eyes and smooth blonde hair that was usually plastered to his head. (A/N: 'watery blue eyes, blonde hair.' Sorta reminds you of Wormtail.) He had a fat pink head too. Dudley had just recently had his birthday turning fifteen, receiving 45 gifts in total that year, which of course would increase in numbers by next year.
Harry quickly got out of bed, walked over to the dresser and pulled out a green t-shirt, black shorts, and black socks. (A/N: He wears boxers to bed.) After throwing on his clothes, Harry put on a pair of Nike sneakers, and stuck his wand in his pocket. He then walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and tried to flatted his messy hair with no luck.
"Hurry up, boy. We have to drop you of at Mrs. Figg's house in twenty minutes," his uncle, Vernon Dursley yelled up the stairs.
Vernon Dursley was a big, beefy, purple-faced man with no neck, and more chins than he could count. He had a large black moustache and was the director of Grunnings, a drill-manufacturing company, and took great pride in it.
"Yes, uncle Vernon," said Harry as he ran down the stairs and slide into the kitchen, knocking over aunt Petunia in the process, who was carrying Vernon's morning coffee to him.
Harry gulped, causing his Adams apple to bob. "Sorry aunt Petunia. I'll clean it up." Harry whipped out his wand and muttered the cleaning spell under his breath.
The Dursleys all stared at him. "Y-y-you're not a-allowed to use m-m-magic out of y-y-your s-s-school," stuttered uncle Vernon nervously.
Harry smirked when he saw that the Dursley's were frightened. "My headmaster sent me a letter at the beginning of the summer giving me full permission to use magic in the summer. He said I had to practice and so that if I needed to defend myself I could." After Harry put his wand back into his pocket, he took his seat at the kitchen table, leaving his back to the windows. He took some eggs and bacon from the plate in the middle and put it onto his own plate.
Harry looked up as the news caster came on. "Convict Sirius Black," this caught Harry's attention. "Who escaped from a highly guarded prison two years ago has had his case reopened and has been declared free. The hot line that was set up two years ago has been taken down. The weather in…" Harry stopped listening to the news. His godfather was free. He wouldn't have to live with the Dursleys any more. 'Thank god for some good news this summer. I need something to think about besides Voldemort.' He thought ecstatically.
"Isn't that the guy who was accused of murder?" uncle Vernon asked his wife.
"Yes he was, uncle Vernon. But he didn't do it and now he is free," said Harry with a grin.
"What would you know about this boy?" asked uncle Vernon.
"You know how I told you my godfather was an escaped convict." Uncle Vernon nodded. "Well, you see, Sirius Black is my godfather. He was accused of murdering or helping to murder my parents, when it really was their friend Wormtail." Harry explained.
Vernon looked scared, than mentally and physically shook himself. "Hurry up, boy. I don't have all day to bring you to Mrs. Figg's house!" Vernon stood up and went into the hall to grab his coat and car keys as he yelled this. After he put his coat on, the pudgy man opened the front door and walked over to his new, red, Toyota, sports car.
Harry walked out after him with sun glasses covering his eyes and got into the back seat of the car.
"I don't want to hear anything when I pick you put. You got that?" asked Vernon.
Harry nodded 'yes' and the rest of the drive was silent.
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Harry slowly got out of his uncle's car. "Hurry up!" yelled his uncle who was already at the green door, which was the entrance to a two-story brick house.
"I'm coming," muttered Harry quietly as he walked up the dirt path that was guarded on both sides by a garden of lilies to the door. When he got to the top of the three granite steps, Vernon rung (A/N: Nobody nowadays rings the doorbell, they press a button or knock. Ringing the doorbell never made sense to me) the doorbell which, echoed merrily inside of the house.
The door opened and revealed a middle-aged woman, who was slightly younger than Petunia, standing at the door. She had curly black hair that was kind of messy (like Harry's) and reached below her shoulders, violet coloured eyes, tanned skin, and stood around 5'7". "Is this Mrs. Figg's house?" asked Vernon eyeing the mysterious woman.
"Yes she is. I'm her daughter, Arabella Figg," said Arabella, lying through her teeth. Arabella extended her hand to Vernon who shook it. "How can I help you?" she asked eyeing Harry, while petting a big black dog.
Harry's eyes traveled to the dog as the woman looked down at it. Harry knew that dog anywhere. "Snuffles!" he exclaimed, running pass Vernon as the dog barked happily and trotted pass Arabella. Harry went down on his knees and hugged the dog. "I don't know why you are like this, but it is good to see you!"
Vernon looked at the dog, then at Harry, then to Arabella and back again. "Mr. Dursley, would you like to come in for a minute?"
"Sure." He followed Arabella in. Behind him, Harry walked in with the dog. Arabella motioned for Vernon to sit down and he when he did so, she turned to the dog.
"Sirius change. NOW!" she barked.
The dog looked surprised at the way Arabella had talked to him, but he nodded his head and a second later a man sat where the dog had been, hugging Harry.
The man had filthy robes ranging off of his frame, and he had laugher and a haunted look in his black eyes. His figure was thin but muscular, and he badly needed a haircut for his black hair was different lengths. He was probably 6'3".
"You're a-a-abnormal!" Vernon screamed.
Arabella took out her wand and walked in front of Vernon pointing it at him. "Yes we are. You are just like your wife. Lily was depressed after every encounter she had with Petunia with her calling our Lily a freak!" Arabella looked dangerous, but continued. "We, Sirius and I," she pointed to the man-dog and herself, "are Harry's godparents, and since Sirius is free, we are now his guardians." She smiled at Harry and Vernon's shocked faces and pulled out a roll of parchment from her pocket. "I was the Potter's lawyer, and I am going to read the will. I waited fourteen years for this.
"Ahem. To the Dursleys. Nothing. To Arabella and Sirius Black (if you idiots ever marry). Godparents of Harry James Potter (only together, other wise it's the Dursleys), 4 Privet Drive until Harry is twenty." Arabella stopped here. "The house and all items that were there before the Dursleys moved in go to Harry.
"Mr. Dursley, you have 1 day to move out of number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England. If not, I will notify a judge. Agree?" Arabella asked smugly.
"WHAT? YOU CAN'T DO THAT. IT IS OUR HOUSE. PETUNIA SAID SO!" he yelled, causing his purple face to turn tomato red.
"Call her over and she will tell you the truth. Here's the phone."
While Vernon dialed his phone number and talked to his wife, Arabella turned to Harry and Sirius who were hugging.
"Sirius Black, aren't you going to introduce me to my godson?" she questioned.
"Sorry, Bella. Harry this is your godmother and my fiancée Arabella Genie Potter Figg. Call her Bella for short, she hates it. Arabella, this is Harry your godson, the Boy-Who-Lived, etc..."
"It is nice to meet you Arabella," said Harry with the same lopsided grin his father used to give all the girls that made them weak in the knees. "Did you say, 'Potter'?"
Arabella blushed, but quickly hid it. "Yes. I was your father's cousin on his father's and my mother's side."
"Oh. Well it's nice to meet you again, because I guess I met you when I was a baby."
"But Harry, you already met me after that also."
"I did?" asked a very confused Harry.
"You know my 'mother'." When Harry nodded she continues. "That was me. Magic disguised me so that I could watch over you while you lived with the Dursleys. It was pretty funny watching you look at cat picture after picture after picture."
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment before asking, "What happened to all the cats?"
"They got old and died. I had two at the beginning of the summer but someone, and I won't say names *cough*Sirius*cough* scared the life out of them. Literally."
Vernon walked over to them. "My wife will be here in a minute. I'll wait outside, because I don't want to be around you FREAKS!" he spat the last word at them and stalked out the door angrily.
Harry went back over to Sirius and gave him another big hug, which was returned. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too, Harry," said Sirius. "Come on, we have to pack up all of the stuff in this house to bring to Privet Drive. Harry you start in here. Use magic, unless you wanna do manual work." Sirius and Arabella left the kitchen to pack up elsewhere.
'Let's see.' Harry took out his wand and started to banish items into some boxes that he had summoned from a closet. 'I can't believe that old Mrs. Figg is really my godmother and my dad's cousin. That is just weird. Oh, well. I wonder what Ron and Hermione would say.' Harry's thoughts stopped when he heard the doorbell ring. 'They're heeeeere!'
"Padfoot, Arabella!" yelled Harry. "They're here!"
Sirius came down the stairs and opened the door. "Hello Petunia."
"Black, Figg," said Petunia nodding her head to Sirius and Arabella.
"You know them?" Harry asked his aunt.
"Unfortunately. They came over one summer for a week. Why am I here?"
"They say that they get Privet Drive," said Vernon.
"WHAT?! But IT'S our house!" she yelled
"You have one day to move out," said Arabella.
"ONE DAY?!" shrieked Petunia.
"Or I will notify a judge."
"Notify a judge then. I'm not giving up my house. Especially to FREAKS LIKE YOU!"
"I will also notify the media and it wouldn't help your husband's business."
Petunia stared at her. "You wouldn't."
"I would and I will."
Petunia looked around her and put on a fake-sickening sweet smile. "Figg, won't you have to give up this house?" Petunia asked Arabella.
"Yes, but I'm selling it. Would you like to look at it?"
"I must say, for a FREAK it's a nice house. I will look at it," Petunia said in a drone voice, and Arabella left the room.
"I'm leaving. I have packing to do!" said Vernon.
"Dursley, I'll save you time and get everything over here and bring all of our stuff to Privet Drive." With that, Sirius summoned all the boxes, shrunk them, and put them in his pocket. He then apparated to the Dursley's house.
There were a few moments of silence between Harry and Vernon until…
"That is the entire house. You want it or not?" Arabella asked Petunia.
"How much?"
Arabella grinned. "1 million pounds!"
"I refuse to pay that price for this dump. And a freak lived in it. 834 thousand pounds."
"875 thousand," countered Arabella.
"790 thousand."
"835 thousand."
Petunia smiled.
"Fine." She took out her checkbook and wrote a check to Arabella. "Here."
"I'm back." Sirius took out his wand, then the small boxes from his pockets. He than enlarged them. "Dursley, here is your stuff. Arabella, Harry. Let's go. Oh and Dursley, your son is walking over." Harry, Arabella, and Sirius left the house and walked to 4 Privet Drive. "Harry, it's your birthday today, right?" Sirius asked Harry.
"Yea. Hey look there's Ron's owl and Hedwig." Harry ran over to the owls and ushered them into the house. Harry sat on the couch and opened Ron's letter first.
Dear Harry,
Did you hear about Sirius? That is so good. Happy Birthday. See you soon.
Ron
Harry picked up the package and opened it. Inside were a bunch of prank items and a note.
The note read:
Think of what we can do to the Slytherins…
Harry laughed and untied the letter and package off of Hedwig's foot.
Dear Harry,
Sirius is free! I bet you are happy. You can probably live with him now. Happy Birthday Harry. See you soon.
Love,
Hermione
In the package was a… new cage for Hedwig. 'That is like Hermione,' thought Harry. Sirius and Arabella walked in with Remus behind them.
Remus Lupin was a werewolf. He had friendly but tired grey eyes, and sandy brown hair, and he had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He was around 5'10" and was very thin.
"Hey, Harry," said Remus.
"Hi." Remus nudged Sirius in the ribs.
"What… Oh yea. Harry come outside." Everyone walked outside to see two motorcycles sitting there. One was emerald green with gold streaks, will the other was black.
"Is this one yours, Sirius?" asked Harry pointing to the black one. "It's so cool!" he exclaimed.
"Happy Birthday!" the three adults shouted at Harry.
Harry stood there gaping at the adults, than looking at the bikes. "Cool. Thanks so much." He hugged them all.
"Which is mine?"
"The green one. I added the gold so you wouldn't feel like a Slytherin," said Remus.
"Thanks again." He said happily.
"Come on, let's go inside and redecorate." Arabella smiled.
The rest of the day was spent enlarging the house and rooms, placing items and furniture, changing the colour of everything, and changing furniture.
An owl flew through one of the open windows and landed next to Harry. "Sirius mail." He opened the letter as Sirius and Arabella peered over his shoulders to read it.
Dear Sirius, Arabella, and Harry,
This year we are sending all students to muggle schools across the country. Harry will be going to Stonewall High along with 13 other Hogwarts students. We would like the students to live with you while at Stonewall High. Please accept. Professor McGonagall will be teaching at the school, and will teach them magic. They will be allowed magic through out the year. If you accept, the students will floo to your home on August 16th between 11:00am and 12:00pm. Each will come with muggle money so that you can take them shopping for clothes and school supplies if they are missing anything. They will each get a monthly allowance which will be owled to you. Please write back.
Yours truly
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)
"Well?" asked Harry.
"If it's ok with Sirius," answered Arabella.
"Yup. It's ok. I'll write him back." Sirius took the quill and parchment from Harry and wrote.
Dear Albus,
We would love to have 13 other students here. Please send a list.
Yours truly,
Sirius Black and Arabella Figg
Sirius tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and brought her to the window, were she flew of into the sky.
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Tap, tap, tap. "Sirius," Harry moaned. "Go away!" Tap, tap, tap. Harry sat up and looked around for the noise that had disturbed his sleep. He found it when he looked at the window. Hedwig was standing on the ledge tapping at the window. "I'm coming," muttered Harry.
Harry slowly opened the window and allowed Hedwig to fly in, and perch herself on the end of his bed. Harry untied the letter from her leg and walked to Sirius and Arabella's room. He knocked on the door.
Sirius opened the door looking sleepy. "What is it?" he asked.
"Letter from Dumbledore," said Harry.
"Come in." Harry followed Sirius into the large room. Harry handed Sirius the letter as Arabella came out of the bathroom fully clothed. Harry felt kind of embarrassed sitting there in his black boxers.
Sirius,
Thank you for your hospitality. The following are the students, their age, house, year they are entering, and grade in muggle high school.
Name: Katie Bell
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Year: Seven
Grade: 12
Name: Lorie Clearwill
Age: 14
House: Gryffindor
Year: Four
Grade: 9
Name: Hermione Granger
Age: 15
House: Gryffindor
Year: Five
Grade: 10
Name: Angelina Johnson
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Year: Seven
Grade: 12
Name: Lee Jordan
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Year: Seven
Grade: 12
Name: Draco Malfoy
Age: 15
House: Slytherin
Year: Five
Grade: 10
Name: Pansy Parkinson
Age: 15
House: Slytherin
Year: Five
Grade: 10
Name: Alicia Spinnet
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Year: Seven
Grade: 12
Name: Dean Thomas
Age: 15
House: Gryffindor
Year: Five
Grade: 10
Name: Fred Weasley
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Year: Seven
Grade: 12
Name: George Weasley
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Year: Seven
Grade: 12
Name: Ginny Weasley
Age: 14
House: Gryffindor
Year: Four
Grade: 9
Name: Ron Weasley
Age: 15
House: Gryffindor
Year: Five
Grade: 10
Thank you again.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)
Harry looked at the list. "Malfoy? Pansy Parkinson? What is the world coming to? No Hogwarts? Muggle high school?" Harry shook his head. "Sirius, does Malfoy have to come?"
"Afraid so. Suck it up Harry. You can still beat him up, with magic and no magic," said Sirius while laughing at his godson's face.
"Bye guys. Don't blow up the house while I'm gone. I have to go to work. Sirius, please take Harry shopping for his school stuff and clothes in the muggle world, mind you. Use my credit card and take your bikes. Also, add 6 extra rooms to the house and make them big. Two of the rooms will be for the kids. One should be for working and studying in, and the other for whatever else. Also, enlarge the two guest rooms. I will work out who sleeps were later. Bye." Arabella leaned over and quickly kissed Sirius then handed him the credit card. She then ruffled Harry's hair and left to go to work by apparating.
"Where does she work?" asked Harry.
"She is the newly appointed Vice Minister of Magic," said Sirius proudly. "Go get dressed, than I'll teach you how to drive your bike. It also flies. I'll ride my bike and you ride your new one."
"But I don't have a license," Harry pointed out.
"It's a magical bike. You don't need one. You can't go over or under the speed limit, so it's safe. And you can't crash the bike; get into an accident, etc..." Harry left the room to get dressed.
He pulled out some black, baggy jeans, black socks, sneakers, and a sleeveless black shirt. After he went into the bathroom that had been added onto his room. He brushed his teeth and showered.
When he was dressed, Harry grabbed his wand placing it in his pocket and headed down to the kitchen.
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Over the next two weeks, Sirius taught Harry how to ride his motorcycle, told him lots of pranks, taught him spells and helped him practice them. Harry helped Sirius with the house and Sirius took him shopping which they both hated. Harry bought jeans, shorts, sleeveless shirts, t-shirts, long sleeved shirts, sweaters, socks, boxers, and cargo pants, some nice clothes, and sneakers. Everything fit Harry to perfection, and everything was black, green, white, red, blue, or gold coloured.
Arabella would go into work everyday, and come home just in time for dinner. On the night of the 15th of August Arabella made an announcement.
"Guess what?" she asked.
"What?" Sirius asked back.
"Fudge stepped down, so I'm the new Minister for Magic!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Harry gulped. Ministers were usually one of the targets of Voldemort. Harry pushed that thought aside and said, "That's great Arabella. Congrats."
"Harry, don't look so glum. I'm just joking about becoming Minister. Too much work what with what I'm going to tell you later."
"So, who is becoming Minister?" asked Sirius.
"I believe Amos Diggory is running. I think he wants to get Voldemort for what he did to Cedric."
"Oh," was all the Sirius and Harry said.
"Anywho, I'll be here tomorrow to welcome our guests."
"What about Malfoy and Parkinson? You consider them guests?" asked Harry
"Yes. Harry we expect you to behave. Got it?" asked Arabella.
Just as Harry was about to nodded his head, Sirius spoke. "We, Bella? I never said anything about behaving. Harry remember what we talked about?" Harry nodded and Sirius winked at him behind Arabella's back.
"Of course."
"Sirius, Harry. I have some good news to tell you."
"You already did, sorta," said Sirius.
"I know. But I'm… PREGNANT! Isn't that great?" asked Arabella.
"You're pregnant?" asked Sirius in a daze.
"Yes. Aren't you excited?"
Sirius snapped out of his daze. He started jumping up and down. He ran over to Arabella's chair and picked her up. "YOU'RE PREGNANT! YAY!"
"SIRIUS BLACK, PUT ME DOWN NOW!" yelled Arabella.
"Sorry." He put her down. "So, when is the baby going to be born? Am I the father?" he asked.
"Beginning of May. Of course. Sirius, when are we going to get married?" asked Arabella nervously.
"Tonight!" Sirius said excitedly. "We can elope. Remus, Harry, and Emily-Anne can be the witnesses."
"I always thought that Lily would be at my wedding." Arabella broke down and started to cry.
Sirius blinked in surprise, then looked at Harry. "Harry, I'm going to try and calm her down. Will you floo Remus and ask him to floo Emily-Anne. Tell him that we're eloping tonight, and we want both of them there." Sirius turned to Arabella and held her in his arms. "It's okay. Shh."
Harry walked out of the kitchen and into the family room shaking his head. He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed some callo powder. (Like floo powder, but only your head goes in.) He threw the powder into the fireplace and put his head in. "Remus Lupin!" he shouted and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again he saw Remus sitting on a chair talking to a blonde woman whose back was to him.
"When do you think it will happen?" the woman asked.
"I'm not sure. Before the New Year for sure," answered Remus.
"Arabella will be sad when she starts planning her wedding. She always thought Lily and James would be there. Well, so did I."
Harry cleared his throat and said, "I think they are getting married tonight!"
Remus looked up. "Harry, what are you doing here?" he asked. "Are you sure?"
"About the wedding?" asked Harry. Remus nodded his head. "Yeah I'm sure. They are eloping tonight. They want you, me, and some Emily-Anne person there to witness it. They told me to tell you to call her."
The woman cleared her throat and turned to look at Harry. She had straight blonde hair that reached her shoulders, orange eyes, a rosy completion, and was fairly slim. "Didn't your parents or anyone ever tell you not to interrupt or eavesdrop on private conversations?" she asked with disrespect sparkling in her orange eyes.
Harry gulped. This was not good. "I don't have any parents for your information," Harry commented to the lady. "Remus, I didn't know that you kept rude company." The lady glared such a glare at Harry, that if looks could kill, Harry would have been six feet under already.
Remus laughed. "Harry, don't be rude to my company." The lady nodded.
"Who is this, Remmie?" asked the lady.
Remus cringed and Harry stifled a laugh.
"Harry Potter," the lady gasped and the disrespect vanished being replaced with like and respect. Remus chuckled. "This is Emily-Anne Crockford. Emma, this is Harry, Lily and James' son."
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A/N: Hey everyone. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! Gets down on hands and knee I BEG YOU, PLEASE REVIEW! Sorry that this chapter is so long but ideas kept coming and this seemed like a good place to stop. I will probably have the next chapter up next week if I get at least 8 reviews. Like? Dislike? Continue? Not continue? Too much description? All reviews are welcomed counting flamers which I will save and use to heat my room for the next cold winter. (Canada is really cold in the winter. lol.) Does anyone know why the word 'lilies' is in bold when Harry is walking to Mrs. Figg's front door? If you guess it the lil' Tigra faery will bless you. (And I'll mention you in chapter 2 or 3.)
