tessa3:Ok, time technically, slows down, hence, the freeze thing. One month10 years. 12 months1200 years. Got it? Harry WILL NOT AGE! He will be 14 when he graduates with Krum, but he will have charms or something to help him look older. OK? Yes, they will. I wanted to make it so that Harry would be teaching those two (and Malferret) in thier final year. Ah, there WILL be some other pairings, but I'm not sure what they will be yet. I am REALLY big on the unconventanal relationships, just to warn you here. I can tell you now. There will be NO Ron/Hermione pairing. I am still tring to decide. But, really, I do not like that couple. Sure, they have thier moments, but we will likely see it enough in the books and movies. The Order, school and DE's will have an interesting time trying to figure out just who Harry(as Krum's brother) reminds them of.

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Maryna:What? New? Exciting? Me:rolls eyes: wrong person lady...

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A/N: It's that time! Harry's sorting:dull expession: Guess where he goes? One guess..

Chapter 3:Dumstrang-Sorting

Harry is woken by the lady from the tapistry. She is on a portrit over his desk. She calls him softly until he wakes up. Harry blinks at the celing, then rolls over and off the bed. He gets dressed slowly. He feels excitement pour though him, as he is looking at the lady.

He is at Dumstrang. He is away from Hogwarts and it's resposibilies, its expectations. Away from the Dersleys. Away from his title as the Boy Who Lived. He was starting over. A whole new leaf. No one knew him...He felt pleasure roll though him. He could be himself...

Harry fairly bounces out of the room. He feels the invisible threads that make up the Dumstang ward leading him. He follows, trusting them not to get him lost.

Harry finds himself in front of a wooden door. He cautiously opens it and finds, to his pleasure, a group of excited teachers and students in the room. Harry sees Victor and walks up to him, sitting beside him silently.

Victor turns to see him and smiles. Kar..Igor sees Harry, too, and stands up. The group silence, looking at the Headmaster.

Igor smiles at them all. He turns to Harry and waves him over. Harry stands up, curious. He walks over to Igor. He starts talking. "I would like to introduce a new student, Smaragdus Fulgur Krum. I will sort him now, as to reduce problems later." He explained.

Everyone nodded. Harry suddenly became nervous. He knew each school had thier own ways of sorting people. Harry stood quietly, waiting.

Igor summoned a small, silver knife. He handed it to Harry. Igor motioned for Harry to cut his hand. Harry slid the blade cleanly across his right palm. The blade came away clean, but Harry's blood dripped onto the floor.

Igor did the same to himself. "Follow me exactly." Igor said. Harry nodded. Igor spread his palm out, open, cupping the blood. Harry did the same.

Igor started chanting slowly, Harry repeated, word for word.

Igor dipped his wand in his blood and slid it once across his eyes. He dipped it again and slid it from forehead, down his nose, to his chin. He dipped again and slid it down his right cheek. He did it again, sliding it down his left cheek. He did it again, sliding it on his left palm, making a crude star. Harry repeated it.

Igor dipped his wand once more. The chanting got louder and Igor swirled his wand in lazy patterns in the air. Harry repeated.

The chanting stopped and the blood disappeared. Both Harry and Igor started glowing softly. Igor was a light green color, swirling slightly with dark shades of gold. Everyone gasped as they looked at Harry. Harry looked down at himself.

He had black and silver swirling together, there were white streaks though it all. He remembered what Igor had said about the houses and his head shot up. Hell. NO.

Everyone was staring at him with fear, awe and...hope shining in thier eyes. Harry groaned. Great. He was royalty, now. Why couldn't he ever be normal? He felt a shifting in the wind.

You were not born to be normal, master. Harry blinked in confusion, huh? The intity laughed. I am Dumstrang. The intity introduced itself. Harry smiled. hello he thought.

Dumstrang nodded. You will be a good master for me and the people here. Harry smiled wider. Thank you.

No, thank you, master. You will accept to be our master, then? It asked hopefully. Harry accented. Yes. What does it entail, exactly, though?

A/N: Yeah, I know the sorting is rather drawn out, but try to imagine about twelve children repeating the actions of the Headmaster and they glow thier house colors. Make sense?

A/N2: Sorry it took a few days. Anyway, I'm gonna be gone for three days. No internet access. I will, how-ever, be working on my stories. Both will be longer and/or have more chapters. Remember! R&R!