Prologue
As I follow Harry's adventures (unseen of course, I can become invisible at will), I discover a little bit more. I'm coming to realise that this boy is about a hundred years into the future compared to the wizarding world. I have seen the wizarding world grow and increase in power. However, we have hit a stumbling block, caused by our apparent inability to put down our wand. Arthur Weasley tries so hard, but is unable to understand the technology, or even pronounce it's name. The muggleborns are so proud to be magical, that they forget their roots. Just as people accused Voldemort of being anti-muggle, they accused me. However... I'm all for progress. Use everything you've got, because muggles aren't incapacitated once they lose a wooden stick.
One thing I found about the wizarding world, is that they seem to ignore the lack of casual entertainment. There is chess, gobstones and quidditch. You need fourteen people to play quidditch, and at least two to play chess and gobstones. What can someone on their own do?
FrednGeorge's latest assignment could be the future of wizardry. Muggle entertainment usable by wizards? Unheard of. But if anyone can do it, it's those boys. Being children of Arthur Weasley, they heard a great deal about machinery. However, they, unlike anyone else in the family, understood every word. Not even Arthur had the foggiest what he was talking about, but the Terror Twins of Hogwarts were like sponges, desperate for useful information. They got but a handful of owls, failing muggle studies in spite of understanding more of Muggle technology than the teacher himself. I have seen the difference between the original exam papers on muggle studies, and the modern. Or moreover, the lack of difference. Even now, they still have questions based upon knights of the kingdom. Students of a thousand years ago might have appreciated knowledge about how to care for your war stallion, but today's students do not discover physics, or computing, and while mathematics is the basis of an elective course known as Arithmancy, this is usually ignored by students of most houses, because it sounds difficult. After all, these students are but thirteen years old when they make choices that affect their lives.
All in all, what i suppose I'm trying to say is that the Wizarding world is in a sorry state, and is seriously overdue for a reform. Will it be the three co-owners of a joke shop in Diagon alley that begin the process? My money's on it. I just hope I'm right...
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Author: Jacobim Von Styluss
Disclaimer: Nope, nope, not mine, it belongs to a very nice woman called Jo. Shame really, if it was mine, I would be set for life instead of spending my weekends finding practical joke fake bombs in football stadiums. Ah well...
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Malfoy Manor
Draco Malfoy was in his bedroom, no doubt cooking up nefarious plans of doom and destruction for his nemesis Potter. The stereotypical evil bastard, obviously no deeper in character and personality than he was portrayed.
Except, he wasn't. Harry Potter was somebody who he deeply respected, and he never wanted to hurt him. After, he sent the warning to Potter through the elf, years ago. While Lucius and he knew the dangers possibly presented by the diary, they only went through with the plan because they needed their leader, only he had the power or the knowledge to defeat Dumbledore. They were shocked at the diary's solution as to how to live again, but they later realised that the memory of Riddle would have become tainted and insane after being trapped inside a book for half a century. Looking back, they realised that they never should have tried as they nearly cost the life of Ginevra Weasley, and it would have been for naught. Tom Riddle was different at sixteen, having little Dark Arts experience.
Looking back, Draco reflected, there was plenty of proof that nobody was perfect. The diary mistake was a disaster averted by Harry Potter, upon which they were greatly relieved. They did not want the blood of a innocent girl upon their hands, and Potter saved them from such a happening. For this alone, they were in his debt.
'I wonder if he knows how many life-debts are owed to him? Father and I owe him one for the life of another, a valuable power to have even despite it's weakness in comparison to a true life-debt. Ginevra Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Peter Pettigrew all owe him real life debts.' This, Draco knew, could be an important factor in the war. Draco resolved to tell him of them, if Harry ever jumped ships, and joined Voldemort.
Draco sighed. He wanted plenty of things, he wanted Harry on his side, he wanted the world to know what Dumbledore was, but mostly, he wanted his Dad back.
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Secret location of pure and incomparable evil...
The aforementioned 'Dark Lord' was feeling a little bored. He'd been feeling this way for a while, since all in all wizards really had very little to do in spare time. After all, what cunning and powerful general plays Gobstones? A shame that this image was needed really, he had quite a penchant for it in his youth. He was rather excellent at the game, if he said so himself.
However, there is always chess. But this was part of the reason he was bored. He loved the head to head battle of wits and tactics involved in chess, the setting of traps, and the satisfaction of taking a piece. However, the whole fun of this was stolen by that bloody pawn of Dumbledore's, that kid Potter. While he had little personal grudge against the boy, he was making things rather difficult. He also, more importantly, put his best opponent for chess in jail!
Nott knocked over his black king, in submission to Voldemort. They looked at the pieces taken: all black pieces except three pawns, while Voldemort had lost one pawn and a knight.
"Well done my lord, you are truly an unbeatable opponent..." said Nott, ingratiatingly.
Voldemort groaned in boredom and sent a wandless Reducto at the board.
The death eaters, while the smoke was clearing, heard the slam of a door and Voldemort stomping up the stairs.
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Another secret location, not quite as evil or even incomparable
"Damn it Bella, why don't you just fuck off! I can't stand this anymore..." The Lestranges were having a family argument. "It's ridiculous and over the top. We are fighting for good, not for the psychotic satisfaction of seeing them in pain."
"They deserve it!" She crowed, in her demented sing-song voice. "The Longbottoms fought against us, and what we gave them, they des-"
"No, Bella, no they didn't. You made us into criminals in an attempt to hurt the people who are fighting for what they think is good. We do the same as they did. Also, have you not thought of the ramifications of what you have done? Their son will never forgive us, and will be another pawn for Dumbledore. This is but one stupid example, and I can't help but wonder who you are fighting for."
Bellatrix slapped her husband, leaving a bright red mark on his face.
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Same place as before, still not quite as evil as the 'Secret location of pure and incomparable evil...'
A man with dyed silver dreadlocks, and a pale aristocratic face was walking past a door in the same house as the Lestranges, when he heard a slap from inside the bedroom of his hosts.
He opened the door, to the sight of both Lestranges pulling their wands on each other.
"Whoa, whoa, easy" he shouted, running between them and pushing down on their wands, stopping them aiming. "Jesus, you two still arguing?"
Both Rodolphus and Bellatrix glared at him. He rolled his eyes, and said "Why the hell don't you two get divorced? I just can't understand this, this is an arranged marriage, the people who made it died years ago, and the people who care probably won't even find out."
Bellatrix scowled, and pointed out "It's still a magical contract, and dad made it unbreakable, like he did with all contracts."
"You don't honestly think Dementius didn't leave a get out clause?" He chuckled. "He always got on alright with me, he told me how to break them."
Both Bellatrix and Rodolphus looked hopeful. "Really?"
Mentally rolling his eyes, he said "No, I'm a lying scum who led you on this far just for fun," with a slight smirk on his face.
"Wouldn't put it past you, git." Grumbled Rodolphus.
"Be nice, only I can break this." pointed out the houseguest. He then began the ritual to break a contract.
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Small but fairly clean hotel, not even remotely evil, west London
The receptionist at a small hotel known as The Hampstead, didn't even look up from her book when three figures approached. "Any rooms?"
"Yeah, loads. Tenner per night."
"Three of them then, next to each other if possible." Harry certainly wasn't sharing, he was paying after all.
It turned out that it was, and Harry handed over enough for a week, £210. "What's your names? I need them for the records."
"Just put us down as Evans."
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Harry put up a few wards he had seen in some books he read during his spare time, then collapsed onto his bed, exhausted from the day's events. His visit to Hernan's had taken several hours, as a tour round the shop consists of walking several miles. In short, he was knackered.
He hadn't planned to take up swordfighting, but it was an extra line of defence. He dreaded to think what would happen if he were to take on Mad-eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt or Dumbledore himself with his magic. He may have a great deal of power, but his experience was nothing compared to Dumbledore. He hoped to get some good tutoring, and with the swordfighting skills he planned to gain, could hopefully have an aspect to fighting that another wizard may not expect. He also planned to pick up a few guns on his next visit, but he was carrying too much already, with his Katana.
He ideally had wanted to be able to visit the Daily Prophet, and make some staff changes (Rita Skeeter sprang to mind), but Hernan's was a great deal bigger and more interesting than he expected. He simply didn't have the time to carry out any other plans, such as visit Daily Prophet and WWN to lay down some rules. He had several things to do before leaving for Bulgaria, but certainly needed to get to Bulgaria well before September 1st. After all, they needed to enrol, even if Harry was the owner.
The week would be a busy one.
Harry Potter lay back on his covers, without changing his clothing, and fell asleep.
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Once again, Harry was planning on going shopping with his relatives in tow. This time however, they were heading into muggle London instead. He needed some good clothes, and frankly couldn't stand wearing robes. Although warm, they were uncomfortable, itchy and frankly pointless. 'Fact : Nobody can really do anything in robes.' Thought Harry. After all, some students from the muggle world kept tripping in the hallway, and was considered nothing peculiar. Obviously purebloods wore robes before and thus didn't mind. However, robes were muggle medieval clothing. Why did the wizards insist on being behind in everything? Muggles stopped wearing them for a reason, and by wearing them, the more idiotic wizards got noticed by muggles, that was proven at the Quidditch cup, where the muggles were repeatedly obliviated.
Harry mentally rolled his eyes. Wizards, frankly, got on his nerves. Big time.
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"How about this one?" asked Petunia, holding up a pair of blue tracksuit trousers, with two stripes down the sides. Harry scowled and put them back on the rack. "Look, how about you and Dudley go to McDonalds or buy yourself some new clothes or something like that, and I'll wander round," he said, offering her a few fifty pound notes (Aunt Petunia has no job, therefore currently no money), but she refused the cash and said they would go for a walk. Harry rolled his eyes and turned around, instead handed the money to Dudley and walked away with a cheerful wave.
This was how he found himself in a much better shop than the last – Spaz's House, a clothes shop for alternative and gothic people. Harry smirked, spotting a bondage/sex slave section in the corner.
'I wonder how much Ron and Hermione would freak to see me in here' he thought, laughing at the idea of his normal, ordinary (as ordinary as wizards get, anyway) - and when he looked back on things - fairly dull ex-friends. He'd never really given it much thought before, but in truth, ordinary life with the Dursleys before this summer, was not much different than his life at Hogwarts or even the Burrow. All places and their residents strived to not stick out from the crowd, nobody was really extravagant or flamboyant (except FrednGeorge).
He needed people like that however, because otherwise his life was strangely dull, even with his annual adventures. He suspected that was why he always encouraged Fred and George, and funded their pranking efforts. Pranking was in his blood, and when Harry thought about the fact - despite how disappointed he had been by the Marauders' treatment of Snape in the pensieve – he wouldn't have it any other way.
This was why he knew he needed some better friends. The ones, while not trying to sound heartless, were, well, boring. Hermione constantly wore turtlenecks, despite an impressive figure, and Ron always wore scruffy dull clothes even though he knew FrednGeorge had offered him money for new ones, so long as he din't buy the same dull clothing style that he had worn for the past three years or so. He refused and threw a temper tantrum about the fact that his brothers were 'teasing' him about his clothing.
Simply put, Ron and Hermione were dull and strived for normality – Harry was better off without.
Especially considering he himself was unsure about his preferences, but had a sinking feeling that within a few months he would be playing for the home team, for want of a better figure of speech. He certainly appreciated the male figure more than the more feminine features of the more obvious possible girlfriends in his friends eyes – Ginny Weasley for example. With her and any other females, he could only give that opinion as platonic and critical; while he certainly knew she was beautiful, it conjured no fantasies – he didn't particularly want to see her in a stronger state of undress than when he has accidentally caught her with half her shirt off in the boys dorm one lunchtime with Dean, towards the end of last year. When she announced her relationship with Harry's dorm-mate, he was obviously unsurprised. However, he feigned a reaction, to avoid awkward questions from the other members of the 'Golden trio'.
Harry was woken from his musings with a light tap on his shoulder.
"Need a hand choosing? You've been looking at that rack for the past twenty minutes." an assistant with a pierced lip and pitch-black hair – dyed – asked. He turned to look at her, and she gasped. "Oh wow, you'll look so cool when I'm done with you, green eyes, pitch black hair – is that natural?" seeing his slightly bewildered nod, she continued "Pale, I really don't think anything bright would suit you..." she muttered to herself, getting a glassy eyed look as she browsed the shelves looking for something to suit the teen.
Eventually she ended up with a armful of shirts, a few in a shiny emerald green/black with wide long sleeves, but mostly black with red tribal symbols on the chest. Well, actually he ended up with armful, she dumped all suitable clothes on him. He also ended up with some leather trousers, and a few pairs of jeans.
"Right, try all those on." She ordered, and the bewildered Harry did so, stumbling to the changing rooms trying to balance all the clothes in fairly tall piles.
"Strange girl" he murmured.
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Harry, an hour later, had made his way through all the clothes, and most fit. He bought them, and decided he wanted something else, it felt like something was missing. He'd already got changed into his new clothes, and the crazy-shopper-girl (whose name, it turned out was Erin) agreed he needed something else. After a moment of pondering, realisation dawned in her eyes. "I know!" she declared. She grabbed his hand, and shouted to someone else working in the shop that she was going on her lunch break.
"You're gonna drag me around, and not tell me what you're doing again, aren't you?" Harry sighed, resigned to his fate.
"Yep!" she said, almost bouncing with excitement.
"Christ girl, you're supposed to be goth! I thought you are all depressed and antisocial."
Erin laughed. "Evidently you don't know many of us. Anyway, you've gone goth now, so there!" she replied, sticking her tongue out at him, still – in Harry's opinion - irritatingly cheerful.
Her statement was true actually, Harry's clothes were now mostly black or at least dark. 'I am so gonna be thought of as a vamp now,' thought Harry. She'd even added in some eye-liner with all the buys as a freebie, because he bought so much. It took a lot of persuasion for him to wear it, but he grudgingly admitted it was pretty cool.
"What's your point? You're the one that's bouncing..." Harry retorted.
Her only response was to bounce faster, and laugh herself silly. 'Insane' thought Harry. They were starting to get funny looks by now, but that Harry didn't mind. He never was particularly self conscious, and he'd been getting admiring and obsessed looks all through Hogwarts. People looking at him askance was a preferable alternative.
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Eventually, Erin calmed down enough to drag him by the hand round London for ten minutes, completely refusing to inform his where they were going. When they finally arrived at their destination, Harry looked at the sign and gasped.
Erin started to worry that he was a bit worried about the whole process, and began to babble "Now, it doesn't hurt much, and it'll look so cool. It'll look fabulous, and this is the best and safest of it's kind that I know of..." she cut off at the sight of his steadily growing grin.
"Perfect." he breathed, and walked into the body-art shop.
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When he came out, a few hours later (on his own, Erin had to leave to go back to work), he was sporting a lip ring, one earring (a silver skull), and a tongue ring. He also had a tattoo of a hoof print on his left arm and a lily on the other. The tattooist thought this a peculiar request, but Harry's simple explanation of "It's in memory of my parents," was enough to waylay any questions. The body-artist was sensible enough to not discuss sensitive topics, and the rest of the tattooing was spent in silence, or making light conversation.
It was getting late, and Harry decided to go back to the hotel, in case his relatives were worrying. As it were, they knew he could take care of himself.
However, that wasn't much comfort to Harry. It was ten o'clock, and Harry was panicking. He was being followed through London. He'd taken some strange detours to try to shake off his stalker, but nothing gave. Eventually, he broke into a run, sprinting from his pursuer. He didn't plan on using magic, as his pursuer was either muggle, meaning the law was broken, or wizard, meaning that at least one wizard would know of his emancipation. He expected it to be someone from either Voldemort or Dumbledore.
As his pursuer broke into a sprint, a hood which previously veiled his features, fell back. Revealing one; Severus Snape.
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Harry was losing his breath, but was smaller and pacier than Snape, he was gaining a lead in his pursuit around some of the shadier streets of London, and occasionally slowed the man down by throwing dustbins in his path. His escape, after about five minutes of flat out sprinting, came when a group of drunks coming from a pub a few houses down stumbled into Snape.
"Damn it, you inebriated filth, get out of my way," he snarled throwing one of them out of his way. One drunk wasn't backing down, and punched Snape in the gut.
Thirty seconds later, every drunk was on the floor clutching their heads in pain. Snape's wand never left his pocket during this exchange, and he spat on them. "Pathetic. I need a real challenge," sneered Snape. However, caught up in the fight, he had forgotten about his quarry, and when he span round, scanning the long street for the diminutive figure, he was nowhere to be seen.
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Unknown to him, Harry Potter had not fled. Instead, too tired to make a true escape, he quickly applied a glamour to very subtly change his features and hide the scar, ran into the pub, and asked for the police to be contacted, citing an a man pursuing him and then assaulting a group of men as the reason. He was astonished by Snape's streetfighting skills; he had expected the man to be reliant on his wand, like most wizards. However, he came to realise Snape was a potions master, and thus saw little use for his wand. Most likely, being a Slytherin, he believed that muggle fighting skills were a wise choice. At that moment, Harry decided to find a highly recommended sensei, and learn martial arts. As it were, wand or no, he knew Snape would have beaten him even if he drew his wand on his ex-professor.
When the police came to apprehend Snape, he was nowhere to be found. Harry said he'd be in the Hampstead, left his name (fake: Gareth Evans), his mobile phone number (His aunt bought it for him while he was in hospital as a get well gift), and said he was staying with his brother Rob (Dudley's middle name) and mother Holly. He said he would provide a description for the police artist, but offered to draw a picture overnight from memory.
Harry had discovered quite a talent with art when, bored out of his skull in a hospital ward, he tried to draw. His first few attempts were a bit scratchy, but got into the swing of things before long. He did art at primary school, and won a prize for it at one point. It was only a Mars Bar, but it was far more to him. It was the first sweet he could remember eating, and the first victory he had made. It was a minor milestone, and one of Harry's few good memories from muggle education. Dudley was ill that day, and thus the Dursleys never found out.
The police, once all business was dealt with for the day, offered him a lift home. Exhausted physically and emotionally, he accepted. Nobody but Severus Snape himself knew that the spy/teacher was still hiding underneath an invisibility cloak. He wanted to sneak in, but knew that was impossible, as the door was locked for privacy. He couldn't alohomora it, because then the police would arrest him.
However, when Harry left the pub, he planned to wait until the police left him and then grab the boy. If he was not a wizard, perhaps he would have realised that the police would never leave a teen alone at quarter to eleven to walk back to the hotel. However, he did not. When the police car with Harry in sped off, Snape cursed his own foolishness, and considered chasing the machine. But it was already gone.
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Thank ye, thank ye. (Bows)
By the way, Spaz's house is named after a punk song that I love. Anyway, I had no better ideas.
Anyhoo, did you people enjoy? Give me feedback, because every review is appreciated (except flames, they're just ridiculous), and in fact every positive review I read convinces me to write more and more.
By the way people, sorry for the slightly sucky intro for the chapter, it really was a bit of a struggle to write.
Competiton. This has been onrunnning for a while. Suggestion have been given, such as Filch, Snape, Mafoy, even Voldemort. These are wrong, and people aren't realy very close. So I decided to give you a little help.
Who is the Narrator at the start of chapter prologues?
It's not an elf, it's not a teacher, it's not Filch. Neither character that the narrator is based upon has ANY dialogue in the stories. One just doesn't speak to anyone, and the other has never even been seen in canon, barely mentioned as a person, but his name is spoken regularly. C'mon, you can get it from this, surely. Maybe it's me, but I feel I'm giving it away. Just know, there are two answers which will be accepted, and there are really thousands of hints. Look at who the Narrator seems to like, what he appreciates, and then it will fall straight into your hands.
The competition closes after this.
Reviews:
Sweet-Little-Yugi – I really don't have the foggiest what I'm gonna do with the elves, whether Harry will own them or not. Sorry (Sweatdrops), Durmstrang will be a few chapters yet, there's another month of summer left. It's his birthday next chappie, but I might skim over much of August, if you're lucky :)
DebsTheSnapeFanNow – You know, that chapter's edited slightly. The original was "If he continues to act like this, I will have to use the collar like with Severus... but I changed it, because I don't think Harry should know why Snape works for Dumbles, it'll make for some interesting writing. Also, you got some glance of Kickass!Snape in this chapter, because he never used magic in that confrontation, just beat the hell out of a gang of blokes on his own. The problem with the arrest idea is that, well, he can't. Dumbles is way too powerful. No prison would hold him and no jury would convict him. Dealing with Dumbie will be very difficult. Also, potions job in Durmstrang... Probably not actually. I see Snape as a Potion genius who doesn't have the slightest clue how to teach the subject. (This actually happens in reality, because the teacher who is too good at his craft has the skills come naturally, and thus cannot explain them). I'll probably have him working on research, because I think that would suit Snape perfectly. A chance to sit all day and experiment at his favourite subject... that would be heaven to him. Anyway, I already have a teacher for Potions. I've set up a list describing each teacher there.
Saffron Cyanide – Well, if you were to create a character, it would get more than one line. I was thinking along the lines of teacher of a core subject, or one of Harry or Dudley's new friends at Durmstrang. By the way, the polls are in, he's going with Rodolphus. Woohoo! That's my fave!
(Note – this reply was written before the e-mails between you and I)
Heather – Well... the easiest question first, although they are all quite tricky topics, that I've had to put a lot of thought into. How bad is Riddle... Not very. He's a bit overzealous, and VERY ruthless. He also has a temper to reckon with. But his actual intentions are light, and the acts committed really by him are eventually for magical good. The evil character of Voldemort was a story created by Dumbledore, another great foe to lead the public to turn to him in desperation. The ministry would not have tried Riddle, but immediately sentenced him to the kiss so he could not go for Veritaserum testing.
Next question, will Dudley have special tutoring. I gave this a lot of thought, and came to realise that asking a student to actually advance five years in a short amount of time was a bit... hopeful.
So,the simple answer is no. What I did instead was create a special education system. Basically, each subject has several grade bands, each of which can be advanced from by an exam(which can be taken whenever the student wants). Once the highest band has been passed, the student has qualified the subject. A very competent student will immediately progress to a high grade band, and qualify.
I also have a list of teachers arranged for most subjects. By the new system, Dudley will be paired with people possibly older than himself, his aunt for example. She will finish her education, and obviously get a new wand. Even Harry will have to start from the beginning, as Hogwarts exams count for very little to Durmstrang. He will however, qualify very quickly through most bands, possibly taking many of the exams upon entry to Durmstrang.
Right, the trickiest of the lot; how to bring Dumbie down... I haven't the foggiest. I'll probably make it up as I go along :) All I can say is that prison wouldn't hold him.
HecateDeMort – Very groovy name, Dark Moon of Death. I like! Thank ye for the compliment. Now, to the competition. Definitely not Snape as the narrator, it's a much more minor character. Filch is a good guess, but not right I'm afraid. However, it is someone who seemingly never leaves the castle (according to canon), and considering what I said in a previous chapter, it cannot be staff. If you want more hints, look to the competition's part.
Biblios – Dudley and the twins probably would get on well together, I agree there. Once Dudley knows a few prank worthy spells, he would be real trouble around Durmstrang. Petunia will finish her education at Durmstrang, I've actually created my own system of education to fit in Dudley and Petunia, based on a combination between university and my sixth form college. Durmstrang is most certainly on the Bulgaria-Greece border, and will be in the mountains. Note how I am using thessaloniki for my wizarding centre? It's a lot nearer to Bulgaria, and seemed right. For all I know, Thessaloniki is totally implausible for some reason. The name stuck out, however, and it seems to be large from what photos on the internet have shown. I would have used Athens, but that's very far from Bulgaria, much too far in fact.
The poll 'Who is the mysterious female?' has closed, the answer was Winky. Do you mean the other poll, 'Who is the Narrator?'. If so, good guess, but still incorrect. That is the closest so far.
I think in my story, Hagrid is gonna be a bit clueless, and probably won't feature in the plot much. Maybe he'll get drunk once in a while, but that'll be about it.. Also, I really haven't considered the Chamber incident. There are so many issues that make it more difficult to create the Dumbles-is-bad-and-Voldie-is-good plot, that I really can't put much thought into all of them.
Kym – Thanks for the compliments, and I can't stand Ron and Hermione either in most stories, although a couple are good, depends on the author really. Remus, well he has a bit of the plot, yes, and he is certainly on Harry's side.
Since I gave you such a big chapter, can you give me lots of reviews? I'm a review junkie by now!