Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, they belong to J.K. Rowlings and Warner Bros. I can only wish that they belonged to me.

Well, here it is, the next chapter, mostly its an explanation chapter. I plan to bring Hogwarts and those at Hogwarts into the story in a few more chapters. Please feel free to point out any flaws/misspellings/grammar problems in the story to me. I hope to keep the characters as close to canon as possible, but Harry will be going through some changes as he is no longer living at the Dursleys. Remember, Harry is Bennett, he will be having problems having a new name as well!

Edit June 03 2005: I decided that Harry only needed to be referred to as Bennett in dialogue and in others thoughts/point of views, so have made changes to this chapter to reflect that. I also corrected a plot hole, Einar has already had orientation!

I don't have a beta reader so all mistakes are my own.

Bird song greeted the sun as it rose, the gentle chiming accompanied by the sound of waves on a distant beach. The light shone on Einar's face, waking him from a sound sleep. He sat up, yawning and stretching in the morning light and gave a glance around his room, everything seemed in place, except the stripped bed. He startled. A stripped bed? Where was his new room mate? He got out of bed, nearly tripping in his rush. He checked under the beds and out in the hall for Bennett, as he was about to go knocking on doors he realized he hadn't checked the closet yet.

There he was, sleeping at the bottom of the closet, all wrapped up in his blankets. Einar hesitantly placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and gently shook. Harry blinked up at Einar, his green eyes hazy from his rest. He felt around for his glasses to so that he could see the fuzzy face in front of him more clearly. He winkled his nose when he couldn't find the familiar metal frames. He knew vaguely that he wasn't in his cupboard at his aunt and uncles home, yet he was puzzled as to where he was at.

"Hey, Bennett? What are you doing in the closet?" Einar said in a whisper, not knowing why he was whispering, it just seemed like a good idea. Einar had never before heard of someone sleeping in a closet when there was a big comfortable bed available.

"Hmm? Oh, I felt sorta lost in that huge bed." Harry said, yawning hugely and stretching his arms out high above his head. He rose carefully from the mound of warm blankets and begun a careful search for his glasses. He found them at last on the bedside table, folded up where he had placed them the night before.

Einar stared after Harry, still bemused over his answer. A bell rang sharply, startling Harry and Einar, there was a sharp knock on the door and a male voice said, muffled slightly by the door, "Thats the warning bell, hurry up and get dressed for your first class!"

The trek to the orientation room seemed both shorter and longer then the trek to his new room. Most likely because Agate was not here to talk and keep him distracted. They were led by an older boy who had not given them his name. The boy was very silent, his black hair and eyes making his pale skin seem translucent in comparison. He towered over Harry.

The orientation class held the children who were with him on the way to get his name, as well as a few elder teens and adults. Harry sat in a free chairs in the room, the only two left other then the large chair up front for the teacher. A door in the back of the room opened and out stepped the teacher. She was tall, with bound hair that was red and threaded through with silver. Her brown eyes were stern as her gaze swept the room.

"Well! So this is the next generation of Seers." She strode fluidly over to the teachers chair and laid her hand on the back, choosing not to sit. "I will explain to you why you are here and what you will be taught." Whispers broke out before a stern glare from her silenced them. "You are here because you have abilities, the ability to see what is not there. It could be, that you see into the future, dreams or visions of things that have yet happened. Or you could see into the past, things that have already occurred." She begun to pace the room, passing behind the seated students with a swish of clothe. "Or you could see places, send your mind to distant lands and perceive what happens there. Or into dreams, into the mind. A true variety of abilities and those that use them are all called seers."

So thats what those dreams he had been having were about, Harry though to himself, but which ones were they? The future? The past? Places or dreams or thoughts? He wondered briefly before turning his attention back to the teacher.

"You will be taught control, how to keep these visions from overwhelming you. This school is the oldest school in the world, and it has housed millions of people and beings such as yourselves. Be respectful to everyone you meet, for you never know who or what that person is capable of." She sighed and gave a small, controlled smile at the students, "I am Vedette, I will be instructing Dream Control, it is important for every student to be able to know and control their dreams to a certain point. If there are any questions I will answer them."

Immediately there was a clamor of voices as everyone tried to ask questions at once. Vedette seemed to be expecting this as she handled what could have been chaos with ease, answering each question as they were thrown at her. In the end though, everyone left with more questions then answers as most of her replies were along the line of 'you will find out in time'.

Harry left the class, his mind whirling with information and questions that he hoped would be answered soon. Harry wasn't paying attention to much so he was surprised when a bouncing Agate; a more sedate Einar walking with her, pounced on him in the hall, wrapping him up in a hug and pulling him down the hall, babbling something about giving him the full tour, a surprised and amused Einar trailing along behind.

TBC...