So here is a new chapter, this story's been on my mind lately so I figured why not give a fourth chapter before I go to another fic?
Now this chapter has Harry starting off at his new school, making some new friends and a rival so he'll have a semi-normal day. He will meet Viktor here, but they won't talk until later. In the middle I've thrown in a spot for Molly and Arthur, and this chapter is going to be split in half so Harry's classes will come in the next chapter maybe even a spot for Quidditch.
Written by myself and my sister author AnnaBoleyna1536, and we don't own Harry Potter.
Enjoy!
A few days later, Sunday:
"Harry, Harry are you ready?" Charlotte called Harry from the hall. He was busy making sure all of his things were packed in his new trunk including his new Nimbus 2002 broomstick. He had his uniforms all freshly washed and neatened up, plus his school books and some other items.
"Almost." classes wouldn't start for him until tomorrow morning, but today he would get settled into his dorm. Charlotte would see him off, but she wouldn't be going inside she had a meeting with someone at the Ministry.
"Best hurry now, Anton is waiting."
"Coming!" he closed his trunk after packing his last bit of clothing. He rolled it onto the floor, and grabbed Hedwig's cage to meet Charlotte in the hallway. "Ready."
"Good, let's be off. You have your key and the watch?" Harry nodded. "Take them out, and remember." Harry opened the pocket watch, wound it three times, pressed the button, and then closed the watch. They were whisked away outside the mountain, and Harry held up the key revealing the entrance. Charlotte walked with him but stopped at the gates.
"I'll write to you tomorrow evening." Harry hugged her.
"See you do, I'll be looking forward to hearing about your first day. If you need anything tell me." she placed her hands on his face and kissed his head. "You're such a handsome boy, with beautiful eyes."
"Thanks." they hugged again. "See you later." he walked through the gates with Hedwig and his trunk, and right at the front doors stood Anton and a tall boy with cropped black hair and tan skin.
"Hello again Mr. Prewett."
"Hello headmaster." Harry bowed. "Who's this?"
"This is Devon Burdick; he'll be the one to give you a tour of the school today."
"Nice to meet you." Devon bowed.
"You too."
"Well now boys, run along I have a few things that need to be done." Anton let them in first, and then they parted ways.
"Your room is on the fourth floor, follow me." Devon led him to some stairs, but Harry levitated his trunk since his arms began to ache. The walk upstairs wasn't too long even for four floors, but they went up past some other students who gave Harry some odd stares but nothing bad. On the walls there were pictures of old photos of the Quidditch teams, even the international team going back generation, and some family pictures of old students and others.
'It's all about history here.'
"Like it so far?" Devon asked.
"Just a small tour, but yes."
"If you want you can let your owl out up here." Devon pointed to a window. "There's a spot in the barrier where our mail birds fly out, but they always find their way back."
"What do you say Hedwig?" Hedwig hooted in response. "Hold on girl." Harry set the cage down and let Hedwig on his arm before lifting her to the window. "Have fun, come back tonight." Hedwig hooted and Devon opened the window letting her fly out.
"Nice bird."
"She is, first good present I ever received." the memory came in quick, when Hagrid showed Hedwig after getting his wand.
"Here we are, the key you have is the key to your room. Use it." Devon led him to a bedroom door, had the number 412 on the front. Harry used the key to unlock the room, and despite the distance between door rooms the room itself was rather big, almost like a master bedroom.
"Whoa." It was colored with warm browns and whites, it was nice and inviting. There was a large bed at the end of the room, a closet in the left corner, a white cushioned couch in front of a small brown wood coffee table, with two matching armchairs, a large chest of drawers and even a mirror next to a big window with light brown curtains. It was elegant.
"All of the rooms are like this; it used to be where only the top floor had rooms like the ones you see in fine hotels. Bathing is done in the room at the very end, it's got showers and even a large tub but you only use the one on your floor."
"Understood, anything I should know?"
"Well you aren't allowed in other rooms without permission, they have wards on the halls at night so you can't sneak into another. If you have to use the loo it won't go off, but if you touch another's door it alerts the teachers. Curfew is at nine, but until ten thirty you can at least visit your neighbors."
"Do the others gather anywhere to talk?"
"The study hall, but that's mainly for school work. If you want to mingle with the others, then you would be better off walking the trails around the pitch. I'll show you later on, do you want some help unpacking?"
"Nah I can get it."
"Okay, well just set your trunk down and follow me."
"Sure, where is your room at?" Devon pointed to the eighth door on the right.
"Room 420, and in case you ask Viktor Krum is in the room next to yours." Harry's eyes widened a bit.
"Next to mine?"
"Yeah, a lot of guys wanted this room but they don't get to choose. Here put your trunk away and I'll show you the main hall. That's where we eat." Harry set his trunk down next to his bed.
"So how old are you?"
"Fifteen, you're what thirteen?" Harry nodded. "Eh don't worry; we don't really have age issues here. The younger students sometimes stick together but in their second years they start hanging out with some of the older ones though not the higher ones. They usually stick with their own age until maybe they befriend us thirteen or fourteen year olds." they began to walk back down the stairs.
"This is a workout every day." Harry laughed.
"That's what we all think, the more you walk on these stairs the stronger your legs get. Oh yeah all the classrooms are on the first floor, but it's kind of tricky with the rooms since some are conjoined."
"Makes sense."
"They all have signs though, the professors are all different. The strictest one is old Kouras, he's our potions professor and he's been around since my father came here."
"Strict how?" Harry almost thought back to Snape.
"He just wants things done correctly but he's not mean or anything. If you mess up he'll make you do the whole thing over and keep you after class, or just give you extra homework."
"Good thing I've been reading up on potions then." it was true, in the last few days Harry had been looking back into his subjects so he could do better here than at Hogwarts. He would struggle if needed, but he wanted to boost his grades.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah but don't ask me anything, I'm still learning and I'll read more tonight."
"Do you have a copy of your schedule?" Harry pulled it out of his pocket and showed it to him. "Wow, my Monday is the same and so is my Wednesday and Friday. I can show you the ropes if you want."
"Umm…" Harry thought he was a bit overfriendly, but he didn't get any bad vibes from Devon. Normally he could tell if someone was evil or good, but after being shot down by his traitor friends he wasn't sure what to think anymore. "Yeah sure."
"You okay? You seem a bit hesitant…?" Harry frowned.
"Let's just say I haven't had any good experiences with making friends."
"Well don't worry, no one here would bully you; Headmaster Blagorodna doesn't allow it plus most of the guys here are nice." Harry stared at him skeptically.
"Really?"
"Yeah really, granted some of them are snobs but none would go as far as bullying. We may have a reputation for learning the dark arts, but we're all like family here."
"Family…" Harry looked away. "I don't really have a lot of family."
"Why not? That woman who was with you isn't she…?"
"My adopted mum, she took me in last week. She's been good to me too, I just…well I don't have very many pleasant memories of family." Harry thought back for a moment to the Dursleys but immediately dismissed the thought.
"Oh well, I thought she looked a bit young. Hey you want a drink?"
"Sure."
"Follow me I'll introduce you to some people; I'm sure you'll like it here better than Hogwarts." they walked into the main hall and Harry was in fact introduced to several other boys about his age or Devon's. Most of them seemed nice, but at the corner of his eye he caught Krum himself staring at him.
'So far so good, but we'll see what happens with the teachers tomorrow.'
Meanwhile, Dumbledore's office:
"Molly, Arthur welcome. Lemon drop?"
"No thank you Albus, we just came to speak with our kids."
"Yes I understand, I knew those howlers you sent wouldn't be enough." they had written that morning saying that they wanted a word with the twins, Ron, and Ginny. Molly had been terribly upset with them, not understanding why they would abandon Harry like that. She loved the boy like her own, and she didn't care if he was Severus Snape's son Harry proved to be a gentle soul. He'd helped them constantly, even when he didn't have to but he did and they did this?
"Albus, is it true that you knew?" Arthur was angry too, and seeing him angry was a rare sight he could be as bad as his wife or worse.
"Yes." Dumbledore was still plagued by his own actions, his eyes barely twinkled anymore and his usual cheery attitude had gone down. "I knew Harry was Severus' son but unfortunately after Voldemort died Severus wasn't ready for a child. If he were I would've let him take Harry but he could barely make it through the day without crashing."
"So instead of putting him with a proper wizard family you put him with those damned Dursleys?" Molly knew Harry wasn't happy with the Dursleys and she suspected abuse, but she could never get Harry to talk about it.
"Molly, I did a lot of things I'm not proud of and this is one. I'm doing everything I can to find the boy, but so far nothing has come up."
"So you really don't know where he is?" Dumbledore shook his head.
"We do know he has a new guardian, but who they are or where he is we cannot figure out. Whoever has Harry doesn't want him to be found." they figured he'd say that.
"But he's alive right?"
"As far as we can tell." that was a slight relief. Molly only hoped that Harry was safe wherever he was, but she wanted him back as well. "Shall I give you some privacy to talk to your children?"
"Please." Arthur nodded.
"Very well, you can use my office…" a knock came at the door. "That must be them now." it opened and Minerva appeared with the twins, Ron, and Ginny. Percy had nothing to do with Harry, but he didn't help either.
"Hello Arthur, Molly."
"Minerva." Molly glared at her children, and they all looked a bit fearful.
"Minerva, I think we should go see Severus. Give them some privacy." the two professors left them alone, that's when it all came out.
"How could you? How could you do this to Harry?" Molly was seething.
"Mum, he's a death eater's son." Ron tried.
"What difference does that make? You should know him Ronald, Harry wouldn't hurt anyone. He saved Ginny's life and he loaned us money for your school supplies, not to mention all the times he stood up for us!" she was getting close.
"But you always said Slytherins were evil! Snape is a Slytherin!"
"But Harry is a Gryffindor as was his mother; you can't hold his parents' mistakes against him! You abandoned him, and he slit his wrists because of you!"
"We didn't know he would try and kill himself!" Ginny started. "We just couldn't believe he'd keep it from us!"
"HE DIDN'T KNOW!" Molly screeched even Arthur flinched. "Harry never knew Snape was his father, Albus never told him. I'm…I can't believe this."
"Mum." the twins spoke up. "We didn't know what was going on." that was Fred.
"What?" Arthur stared.
"We knew something was wrong with Harry but we couldn't find him, then we heard Wood cut him from the team but everyone kept quiet. We didn't even pay attention to the rumors…"
"It's true, mum we didn't know what happened until Dumbledore called us up here." George looked grieved. "We never would've hurt Harry…and when Dumbledore said he tried to kill himself we…"
"Couldn't believe it, we'd been so busy with everything else we didn't see Harry hurting. We could've done something." Molly saw both of her boys were telling the truth, she had thought the twins had been the same but they didn't know.
"How did you not hear the rumors?" Arthur asked.
"We were busy with Quidditch and school, trying to make up for our last exams but…" Fred had tears in his eyes. "Dammit we should've helped him!"
"Fred, George are you telling us the truth?" the twins nodded.
"We swear on our lives mum." they both said, and a mother always knew a liar when she saw one.
"Mum when they find Harry we'll make things up to him." Ginny tried.
"No you won't, after what you did you, Ron, and Hermione have no chance of reconciling with Harry. Wherever he is, I just hope he is safe and he's making TRUE friends." hence the word true. She always considered Harry one of her own since she first met him, now she just had to hope he was alright.
"No! No we'll make it up to him!"
"Ginny enough, when and if Harry returns you are not allowed anywhere near him. When you get back to the Burrow you are both going to work your hands to the bone. And you'd better hope Harry is alright, or there'll be more consequences."
"How can any of you stand up for him? He's the son of a death eater!" Molly had enough and slapped Ron across the face, making him stumble a bit.
"You can forget about a new broomstick Ronald Weasley; we were going to give you one for your birthday but after this no. It's bad enough you left Harry alone, but to not feel any remorse after he nearly died…it's disgusting. Go back to class; we'll see you in the holidays." Fred and George nodded after giving Molly and Arthur hugs, but Ron and Ginny left without another word. "Arthur…I haven't felt this way since we lost…"
"Shhh…" Arthur pulled her into his arms.
"It's like I've lost one of our children, ever since Lottie left."
"I know, but you heard Albus Harry is alive somewhere. We just have to hope and wait, maybe when he returns we can talk to him." they both wanted Harry to know they didn't blame him for anything; none of it was his fault.
"Let's get home, I need to make dinner and you have the late shift." They left through the floo, and Molly spent the rest of the day thinking about Harry.
Durmstrang, the next morning:
6:30 a.m.:
Harry awoke the next morning when the clock in his room went off. He had gone to bed the night before at ten, but only after he managed to get away from all his new classmates who seemed to want to know him. Other than Devon Harry seemed to have befriended three others named Nikolai who was fifteen , Gerald who was fourteen, and Maximus who was thirteen; all boys he'd be sharing most of his classes with.
'Time to get ready.' he got up out of bed and went to grab his uniform from the dresser. He would take a quick shower first, dress, and then get down to the main hall for breakfast. Devon agreed to meet up with him, but he'd see.
"Morning Harry." speak of the devil there he was with his own uniform.
"Morning Devon." Harry walked with him into the showers. Four other boys were there; including Viktor Krum who had his back turned. "Ahhh…" the shower's hot water felt good in the morning.
"You ready for your first day?" Nikolai came in.
"Ready as I'll ever be." a quick wash and he dressed into his uniform. Devon and Nikolai walked with him down to the main hall and grabbed some seats. It was already near seven, and the tables were all set with fresh breakfast food.
"I will tell you now Harry that you will love DADA this morning, our professor is one of the best in the country; he took on a miniaturized Opaleye once."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but it was more of an award for us doing well on our exams." Nikolai laughed. "He's amazing."
"Sure is, and if you need tutoring he gives it on Sunday evenings for an hour per student." Maximus sat next to him.
"Or set you up with a volunteer student, Krum does it a lot when he's not at Quidditch practice."
"I see." they ate breakfast and talked about most of the teachers, but right as Harry got up to get to his first class he bumped into someone.
"Excuse you." the boy he bumped into was a tall blonde with curly hair and green eyes.
"Sorry." Harry tried to move, but the boy wouldn't let him.
"You should say 'I apologize for bumping you good sir'." from his accent he was French. Snobbish too from the gel shining in his hair; he was almost like an older version of Draco Malfoy.
"Let him be Jean, he's new." Maximus stood next to Harry.
"New or not he should learn some proper manners."
"My manners are fine thanks, I said sorry and I'm also sorry if my apology isn't to your standards." Jean rolled his eyes.
"Hmph, you newbies are all the same. What part of the gutter did you come from?" Harry held his tongue.
"I'm Harrison Prewett; I live in Prewett Castle but I am originally from London." Jean stared at him.
"Prewett Castle, that's impossible Lady Prewett hasn't any children nor is she married." so he knew about the Prewett family.
"I'm adopted; therefore she's my adoptive mother. Anything else you want to ask or annoy me with?" Jean's face turned a little red but when Krum came up beside him he became all starry eyed.
"Is there a problem here boys?" he looked between them.
"Nothing Viktor, just trying to teach this newbie some manners is all." Jean smiled almost seductively.
"Really, because I think his manners are fine considering he apologized to you." the smile faded.
"Yes but he was quite rude about it."
"No Jean you were, now go sit back down before your cowlick comes back." Jean's hands flew to his hair in fear before running out of the hall and the others laughed. Yes he was definitely like Malfoy. "Sorry about him."
"It's fine, I've seen and met worse."
"We haven't been properly introduced, I'm Viktor Krum." Krum held out his hand and Harry shook it.
"Harrison Prewett, call me Harry."
"You said you're from London, why not be at that school…Pigwarts is it?"
"Hogwarts, and I did go there but I transferred here. Reasons are my own."
"Fair enough, what class do you have first?"
"Defense against the Dark Arts."
"So do I, come and bring your friends." Maximus, Gerald, and Devon all stood near him. "I see you've made quite a few."
"Surprised me as well, shall we get going?"
"Follow me." Krum led them to a classroom just two doors away from the hall. On the door it had a golden dragon breathing red fire carved into the wood. They entered, and the whole classroom was huge with many small magical creatures in tanks and cages, including a Grindylow floating in a huge tank at the front behind the desk. Desks were lined up in two rows, with a long empty row for the professor to walk.
"Ah welcome everyone, come on in." a man with dark brown hair and a short beard, maybe mid-thirties greeted them. "Take a seat, and we'll begin class in ten minutes."
"That's Professor Snipes, I think this will be your favorite class mate." Maximus whispered to him.
"Hope so." it was a start.
Sorry I had to cut it here, just wanted to start the rest of Harry's day in the next chapter.
He'll have a chance at Quidditch, and even a small conversation with Krum but nothing serious yet. I'm thinking about putting a place in for Charlotte to see what she's up to while Harry's at school. No more flips back to Hogwarts though, not until it comes to where the Triwizard Tournament starts.
R&R
Later!
