Exploring Hogwarts

Anakin followed professor McGonagall as she showed him the way to his quarter. He almost collided with her when she stopped in front the portrait of Michael Faraday the Crazy Chemist.

- You will join me and the rest of the staff tomorrow morning at eight in the great hall, said the professor. Before you enter you room, she added, you have to choose a password, tell the portrait of it. Without the password, you cannot enter your room.

- Thank you very much professor, I shall see you tomorrow morning.

- Good night Anakin, rest well.

She turned back from where they arrived from without another word. Anakin was now standing alone in front of the portrait.

- Well boy, what are you waiting for? Ask the portrait. Choose your damn password; I have better things to do!

- Hum, it's going to be Nitrate Fuel, Anakin said thinking how ironic this password was, since it was because the lack of it that he was, in a way, stuck down here.

- Nitrate hey? Faraday portrait said in a knowingly voice, did you knew I was the one to invent the technique to liquefy this gas?

- Oh really? Said a very interested Anakin.

- Yes, every one said I was crazy, that I wouldn't find the formula; that it was impossible.

- Do you remember the formula?

- Well, see, as it was a long time ago...

- Do you? Anakin said impatiently.

- No, admitted the portrait, blushing from shame. Why do you want to know?

- Curiosity, not wanting to tell much about himself to the portrait.

- Anyhow, you wouldn't be able to reproduce the formula, you need to be a Potion Master to do it right.

Anakin said nothing and entered his room. He was thinking about what the portrait told him. In fact, the only usable information he got from it was that it was possible to transform nitrate into fuel on this planet, he wouldn't need all the advance technology from his era to do it. The problem was that Anakin was no Potion Master. He never brewed a potion in his life, so that was going to be a problem. He had time to find a solution, but for now, he only wanted to sleep.

Anakin took a good look of his new room. It was spacious. From what he saw, he understood it was built like a big apartment, he had a living room, and witch was composed of a big comfy blue couch in front of a very large fireplace and a cherry wood desk in the corner. To his right he found the bathroom. It was beautiful, all black and white marble. The bath was in the middle of the room and was as big as a swimming pool. He exited the bathroom to see his room. He wasn't deceived. The room was like his dream bedroom, the walls were light green, and the rug was a shade darker with complicated designs. He had a king size bed with the same designs of the rug on the sheets, Anakin was pleased to see it was satin. The bed was facing a smaller fireplace than the one in the living room. He noticed that he had a balcony. The sight outdoor was breathtaking. He had a vu on the Dark Forest and a sort of stadium.

He was very tired so wasted no more time. Artificial sleep wasn't that resting. The last good night sleep he had was, well, he couldn't remember. Anakin just put his head on the pillow and was fast asleep.

When Anakin woke up the next morning, the room was bright and sunny. He got up quickly. Anakin wanted to try the big bath. As he filled the bath with water, he noticed a tap row. He realised that each tap had a very unique smell. The smells seemed to fit him perfectly, as they were perfumes he usually wears. Anakin plunged into the water. He was feeling so good, the bath was marvellous. He quickly dried himself and put on the clothes that were placed next to the bath. He wondered who let them there as they were not his; however, they fit him perfectly. It was now practically 8 o'clock and he had a meeting with the headmistress and the staff of Hogwarts.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, every one was waiting for him. He suddenly got nervous, he was sure he wasn't late... so why every one was looking at him this way? Then, every one surrounded him.

- Welcome, welcome, said an old man shaking Anakin hand, I am professor Slughorn, I teach potion here and I'm the Head of Slytherin house.

- Hi, I am Anakin, was all he could think to say.

- Can I get your attention every one? Ask loudly professor McGonagall.

Every one got silent and looked at her.

- I would like to introduce Mister Anakin Solo-Skywalker, he'll be student here as well as a teacher. He'll teach...

Then she looked at the boy and Anakin got his cue to present himself and the reasons he was there.

- Hello every one, like professor McGonagall said, my name is Anakin, if you don't know yet, I'm not from the area, and my home is very far away. From where I'm from, I am a Master Jedi Knight, member of the council and a Diplomat. I was in a Diplomatic mission, kind of, he said more for himself, when I incidentally landed here. Since I am unable to go back home for now, professor McGonagall offered me to stay here for a while, in exchange for her help, I will teach the Jedi combat techniques. Also, I will be a student, as I am eighteen and know nothing of your wizardry world.

- You're not a wizard? Asked an astonish Slughorn.

- Apparently not, simply said Anakin.

- How come you're able to see and enter Hogwarts?

- I don't know, maybe I am?

- How could you not know? I mean everyone know when they are wizard, said a bug looking women.

- From where I'm from, I guess you could say that the Force, as we name it, is the same thing as the magic, as you called it.

- Hum, add the same woman, this is possible…

- Now, Anakin, interrupted McGonagall, I would like to present you our staff members, here you have professor Slughorn, pointing the man who'd shake his hand, and there, pointing the bug looking woman, professor Trelawney, the divination teacher.

Anakin perceived a sarcastic tone, as she didn't like this teacher and wondered what in the Force name she was doing in a house of education. Professor McGonagall had a strong aura and it was easy for Anakin to read her thoughts, as he discovered she was an honest person.

I am Professor Fillius Flitwick, I teach Charms, said the little and cheery man.

Professor Sprout, announced a chubby and short woman, I am teaching botanic.

Anakin could have guess, as the woman smelled like grand air and pine. She also had dirt under her nails. He instantly felt he would like this woman, because he knew she had a lot of power with the growing things, like she could control the nature. Professor McGonagall introduced him the rest of the staff. Anakin was now more relax than he had been few moments ago.

After a delightful breakfast, Anakin asked the headmistress for the library. He wanted to learn more about the magical world. As she was showing him the way to the library, she told him she would like to schedule a meeting to discuss his course aim, and what kind of students he was looking for. Anakin told her that he would recognise the students, if he could find any. He told her that he would meet her on Friday night. That gave him 5 days to elaborate a syllabus.

The library was grandiose. It smelled like old leather, like his own library at home. Anakin was getting homesick. He quickly got ride of this feeling, as it was futile to feel this way, seeing as he stuck on earth for the Force knew how long.