Chapter Two: Training with Magnata
The next morning Harry took a Portkey (it had been placed in the living room in case of emergency only) to the T.S.I.I., Teaching services instructions institution. Harry spent the morning getting all the books he would need, and then headed over to Hogwarts for training.
When he got to the train station to load on Platform 9 ¾ he noticed a boy with bright red hair, he was standing next to a girl with frizzy blonde hair with red highlights. "Ron!" Harry shouted, "Ron! Ron, its me Harry!" Ron turned around with the most excited face and screamed.
"Harry! Harry! I'm so excited for you! Hermione is too!"
Harry had hardly looked at the blonde girl, but when he did he saw Hermione standing there with a slightly angry look on her face. He hadn't recognized her and it was obvious that she was upset about it.
"Hermione! Your...your hair is so...."
"Yes I know, it doesn't suit me at all, but I did dye it, and I like it. Well, I may as well like it, I have to live with it for a year." Harry stopped her right after that, "It looks great on you! I love it!"
On the train Ron explained how he and Hermione had gotten letters telling them to come with Harry to Hogwarts just to have someone there for him. He also had some other news.
Ron had explained that he and Hermione had gone on q couple of dates, and that he fancied her quite a lot. (She was in the bathroom and didn't hear this part). Harry was kind of jolted at the thought. He definitely was left out now. He was the one who wasn't the prefect. He wasn't in their couple, dating either one of them. He also, kind of laughed when he thought that he was the only one without red hair now.
Harry was thinking on the bus, when Ron and Hermione were asleep, that he was going to teach Malfoy. He could make him Pay. He could do anything he wanted. That would make him like Snape, he didn't want that. He could still put him in line though.
When they arrived they were escorted, by Dumbledore, to there own dorm. With a nice bathroom and a separate bedroom for Hermione of course. He said it was for sleeping when Harry had too much work to do. Other wise they were to use the Gryffindor dorms and common rooms. The bathroom was for them to use at all times though. Then Ron and Hermione were taken to a special place, Harry wasn't sure what it was though. Harry was taken to a dark room. It was bright yellow, with pictures all over the walls. It had a sign above the door that said, "Rooom" Harry was guessing that the specialty in the name of the room must have been the third o.
In the room there was a young lady who was sitting in a chair. She looked rather like Cho...but younger. She didn't look a day over 12.
"Hello Professor Potter. Yes, that is what you will be called from now on. I am Magnata. You need not to ask questions of who I am because you know me. I am your favorite memory." Yes! It was what Cho looked like on his first glance at her. O, he still fancied her. He wished he hadn't messed up with the whole- "Well not your favorite, there was your parents, but I can't be the dead, and your friends are too close by. I just picked this one because it was easy." Harry was so confused. Why was a lady with only a first name even speaking to him? Why was he required to talk to her?
"I am going to teach you how to become a teacher. For a young beginner it is quite easy because you only know what you need to. I can input the rest. Do not share anything you will receive here. This will only take two days. I am going to place items in your mind to help you teach. This is not learning by force, as you must know that is illegal, but it is good as long as you meet requirements. It's not important to know what I'm talking about." Harry just nodded. He really didn't care. He somehow knew what was going to happen. He knew he would remember everything but he would now be taught how to handle things and taught some things he needed to teach and did not know. In two days they would be removed, and he would just know them, as if he had studied them in a book for a year.
He lay on a black bed, and fell into a steamy tub of heat. All of a sudden he knew so many things. Just pictures of children and wars and defense, so many things he had never seen. It felt like a second but when he woke it was 3 hours later. He was starving but was told not to eat. He went to bed and talked to Ron and Hermione about his summer and told them that he couldn't tell them about his lessons. Hermione was a little disturbed at the thought of not knowing what they would do to him in the "Rooom" but they told him about the extra lessons they were taking so that they could assist Harry in what he was doing. Ron and Hermione had been led the room where they held the D.A, for the lessons. Harry really felt left out.
Ron had given Harry a diary, it must have been the best gift Harry had gotten so far. He could tell everything to this diary. It could only be opened with Harry's wand. It said things in it like quotes from famous wizards, little happy notes (from Ron), and pictures of everyone. Harry loved it.
That night Harry wrote the first entry to his secret diary.
Dear Diary, My name is Harry Potter. I am now 16, and in my sixth year of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have fought with Voldemort 6 times now and nearly defeated him. My life is a mess, and I need someone to talk to. I am an outcast. I don't even fit in with my best friends, Ron and Hermione. They are both prefects, they both have parents, and they are now dating. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I don't have any parents either. Voldemort killed them. He also tried to kill me, but I survived. No one really knows why. I heard last year that it was about a prophecy made by Dumbledore, but I don't really understand. I don't understand anything.
The next morning Harry took a Portkey (it had been placed in the living room in case of emergency only) to the T.S.I.I., Teaching services instructions institution. Harry spent the morning getting all the books he would need, and then headed over to Hogwarts for training.
When he got to the train station to load on Platform 9 ¾ he noticed a boy with bright red hair, he was standing next to a girl with frizzy blonde hair with red highlights. "Ron!" Harry shouted, "Ron! Ron, its me Harry!" Ron turned around with the most excited face and screamed.
"Harry! Harry! I'm so excited for you! Hermione is too!"
Harry had hardly looked at the blonde girl, but when he did he saw Hermione standing there with a slightly angry look on her face. He hadn't recognized her and it was obvious that she was upset about it.
"Hermione! Your...your hair is so...."
"Yes I know, it doesn't suit me at all, but I did dye it, and I like it. Well, I may as well like it, I have to live with it for a year." Harry stopped her right after that, "It looks great on you! I love it!"
On the train Ron explained how he and Hermione had gotten letters telling them to come with Harry to Hogwarts just to have someone there for him. He also had some other news.
Ron had explained that he and Hermione had gone on q couple of dates, and that he fancied her quite a lot. (She was in the bathroom and didn't hear this part). Harry was kind of jolted at the thought. He definitely was left out now. He was the one who wasn't the prefect. He wasn't in their couple, dating either one of them. He also, kind of laughed when he thought that he was the only one without red hair now.
Harry was thinking on the bus, when Ron and Hermione were asleep, that he was going to teach Malfoy. He could make him Pay. He could do anything he wanted. That would make him like Snape, he didn't want that. He could still put him in line though.
When they arrived they were escorted, by Dumbledore, to there own dorm. With a nice bathroom and a separate bedroom for Hermione of course. He said it was for sleeping when Harry had too much work to do. Other wise they were to use the Gryffindor dorms and common rooms. The bathroom was for them to use at all times though. Then Ron and Hermione were taken to a special place, Harry wasn't sure what it was though. Harry was taken to a dark room. It was bright yellow, with pictures all over the walls. It had a sign above the door that said, "Rooom" Harry was guessing that the specialty in the name of the room must have been the third o.
In the room there was a young lady who was sitting in a chair. She looked rather like Cho...but younger. She didn't look a day over 12.
"Hello Professor Potter. Yes, that is what you will be called from now on. I am Magnata. You need not to ask questions of who I am because you know me. I am your favorite memory." Yes! It was what Cho looked like on his first glance at her. O, he still fancied her. He wished he hadn't messed up with the whole- "Well not your favorite, there was your parents, but I can't be the dead, and your friends are too close by. I just picked this one because it was easy." Harry was so confused. Why was a lady with only a first name even speaking to him? Why was he required to talk to her?
"I am going to teach you how to become a teacher. For a young beginner it is quite easy because you only know what you need to. I can input the rest. Do not share anything you will receive here. This will only take two days. I am going to place items in your mind to help you teach. This is not learning by force, as you must know that is illegal, but it is good as long as you meet requirements. It's not important to know what I'm talking about." Harry just nodded. He really didn't care. He somehow knew what was going to happen. He knew he would remember everything but he would now be taught how to handle things and taught some things he needed to teach and did not know. In two days they would be removed, and he would just know them, as if he had studied them in a book for a year.
He lay on a black bed, and fell into a steamy tub of heat. All of a sudden he knew so many things. Just pictures of children and wars and defense, so many things he had never seen. It felt like a second but when he woke it was 3 hours later. He was starving but was told not to eat. He went to bed and talked to Ron and Hermione about his summer and told them that he couldn't tell them about his lessons. Hermione was a little disturbed at the thought of not knowing what they would do to him in the "Rooom" but they told him about the extra lessons they were taking so that they could assist Harry in what he was doing. Ron and Hermione had been led the room where they held the D.A, for the lessons. Harry really felt left out.
Ron had given Harry a diary, it must have been the best gift Harry had gotten so far. He could tell everything to this diary. It could only be opened with Harry's wand. It said things in it like quotes from famous wizards, little happy notes (from Ron), and pictures of everyone. Harry loved it.
That night Harry wrote the first entry to his secret diary.
Dear Diary, My name is Harry Potter. I am now 16, and in my sixth year of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have fought with Voldemort 6 times now and nearly defeated him. My life is a mess, and I need someone to talk to. I am an outcast. I don't even fit in with my best friends, Ron and Hermione. They are both prefects, they both have parents, and they are now dating. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I don't have any parents either. Voldemort killed them. He also tried to kill me, but I survived. No one really knows why. I heard last year that it was about a prophecy made by Dumbledore, but I don't really understand. I don't understand anything.
