Harry and Snorkmaiden followed Professor Dumbledore through the halls up towards a tower he informed Harry of Houses, classes, wands and anything else he could think of. Harry tried to piece it all together while he and Snorkmaiden tried not to be overwhelmed by everything.

The large castle structure, magic in abundance, more humans than either had ever seen in their lifetime. After the quaint life in Moomin Valley, this was beginning to be almost too much.

"Sir, with due respect, I don't need a wand." Harry muttered before continuing, "And why Do I need to take classes? Or be in a House? I thought I was sent here to compete."

Dumbledore chuckled, "Oh, you will need a wand and lessons. You're talented but I'm sure you need some instruction."

'Doubtful.' Harry thought.

"You are here to compete, however, you need to be a student of a school to do so." The older Wizard informed. Harry frowned as he thought out loud, "So...Why am I even here? If I can't compete unless I'm a student, then I don't want to enroll!"

"Harry," Snorkmaiden whispered as she gripped his arm. Harry noted the whispering students as they walked and the even stranger look's. He already wanted to go home.

They descended a flight of stairs, leaving the halls of students.

Dumbledore sighed as he opened his office door. "We'll speak about it inside...Where there are no prying ears or eyes." He ushered the two inside. Harry could feel some sort of shield once inside.

Snorkmaiden gasped at the expansive books. "Oh my…" Dumbledore smiled, "Are you a reader?" He gently asked. She nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes. I only ever dreamed as a child of going to some mythical place from my books. And here we are! Inside a tower of a castle of magical beings. And these books! I could only dream of having a collection like this…" She sighed wistfully. Harry smiled and pecked her cheek in his human form. "I'll make sure we have a huge library in our home."

Dumbledore gestured to a nearby shelf. "Would you like to read one while Harry and I speak? This one here is about all the different creatures in the realms."

Her eyes lit up but she hesitated, looking to Harry. "Do you mind, love?" Harry smiled and shook his head. "Go ahead. I have a feeling it's going to be long and boring...No offense, Sir." Dumbledore chuckled in agreement. "None taken. It will be long but hopefully not boring. "

Snorkmaiden's eyes twinkled in excitement as she picked up the book. "Don't worry. I'll hear everything you both say. I'm a good listener and multitasker." With that, she found a cozy corner and started flipping the pages. Meanwhile, Dumbledore withdrew a pile of papers and an ink quill. Harry groaned inwardly.

Snorkmaiden seemed extremely engrossed in the book, meanwhile, Harry was telling his life story. He was unsure at first, but he trusted this Professor Dumbledore. Dumbledore listened intently.

"So, you learned how to use no words nor wands for magic? How fascinating." He mumbled. "Could you demonstrate?"

Harry felt a bit nervous but forced his nerves aside as he made a nearby paper levitate. Dumbledore seemed pleasantly surprised before his eyes widened when Harry transformed it into leaves. The leaves landed on the ground. Harry laid back in his seat, feeling a bit drained. He couldn't keep up with the power levels of Hobgoblin or the Witch. And after everything today, it seemed to be harder than usual.

Dumbledore gave Harry an astonished grin. "My, you weren't overexaggerating when you said you had impressive magic!" He noted how tired Harry looked, "But...I still feel you could learn a few things. As old as I am, I still learn new things. For instance... Today! I'm reliant on my wand, like most Wizards and Witches. I have never seen a Wizard, so young especially, be able to use such advanced magic with just your hands alone. And so efficiently!"

Harry smiled bashfully. "Well...Perhaps I am curious if there is anything I could learn that my Mentors didn't teach me...And I would like to learn how to channel my magic better. Hobgoblin tried, but it was difficult for me."

Dumbledore smiled warmly. "We all have our weak points, Harry. Perhaps we can teach you how to focus your energy a bit better? Everyone teaches and learns differently. I'm sure Hobgoblin is an exceptional teacher, but perhaps another teacher may teach in a different manner that helps you." The man wisely assured. The more Harry talked with him, the more at ease he felt.

"...Okay. But...Do I have to take classes with kids so much younger than me? You mentioned I'd have to take a class with 14-year-olds."

"Yes, until we see just how much you know. But, I swear that a few classes we can skip."

Harry sighed in relief. "Thank goodness."

At that, a woman came in. Older with a witches hat on. She had an odd hat in hand that...Had a face?

"Professor McGonagall, thank you for coming. Allow me to introduce you to Harry Potter. Who now goes by Harry Moomin. And his fiance, Snorkmaiden."

The older woman blinked a moment, looking to Dumbledore for an explanation before smiling at Harry. "I was wondering when you'd finally arrive at Hogwarts." She then smiled at Snorkmaiden "Pleasure to meet you as well...A huge surprise, but a pleasure none the less." Snotkmaiden smiled and politely waved at her.

Harry tilted his head. "You know me?"

The Scottish Witch quietly laughed, "Oh yes. I'm Head Mistress of Hogwarts and the Transfiguration's Professor."

"What is that?" Harry asked. She gave an amused expression before handing the sorting hat to Dumbledore. "Allow me to demonstrate. "

Snorkmaiden had forgotten her book momentarily as she and Harry watched Professor effortlessly morph into a cat. Snorkmaiden gushed as she came forward to see the now feline Professor.

"Oh, you're the most gorgeous animal Professor! We don't have cats often in Moomin but I've seen them in books!" Snorkmaiden clasped her hands as she gushed. McGonagall preened at the compliment before morphing back to a human form, a smirk on her lips.

Snorkmaiden grabbed Harry's arm in excitement. "Oh darling, can you be a cat? You've never been a cat before!"

Harry raised a brow as he took off his glasses. "I can try, here. I doubt they would stay on anyways." He handed his round glasses to his fiance. Almost as effortlessly as McGonagall, he morphed. His form shimmered with magic before a sleek Black cat with blue eyes and a lightning bolt on its head sat before them.

McGonagall's mouth dropped in surprise. She looked to Dumbledore who seemed amused, "I forgot to mention that Harry here seems to be a metamorphmagus."

McGonagall gave Dumbledore a curt look, "Yes, how convenient of you to forget. "

"And...He just transformed that pile of leaves from paper." Dumbledore mumbled near the other Professor as he gestured to the leaves on the floor.

Meanwhile, Snorkmaiden affectionately petted Harry's head as he purred. "Oh my Gosh, you're so cute!"

Harry enjoyed the affection a bit more before he morphed back to a human. A bit of a blush on his face. "Snorkmaiden, you're embarrassing me." He mumbled with a twisted smirk.

McGonagall cleared her throat, interrupting the couple. "Well, looks like you may know more about Transfiguration than most of my students. Don't think you don't have the expanse to learn further on the techniques. "

Harry subdued his mood as he politely nodded. "Yes Ma'me, Professor Dumbledore and I were just speaking on the matter."

Professor McGonagall took back the hat from Dumbledore. "Now then, let's get this on the way to see which house you'll be in, shall we? We usually do this at the beginning of the year in front of the student body. But seeing as it's Winter, this will have to suffice."

Snorkmaiden paled at seeing its face. "This hat is safe, right? It's not going to trap him or turn him into something?"

"Oh, of course not." McGonagall scolded even with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Harry said, "Sorry, as kids we had a bad experience with my teacher's old hat… Very bad experience." He continued. McGonagall gave Dumbledore a questioning look but said nothing as she gingerly placed the hat atop Harry's head.

The hat came to life, it's grouchy face mulling over a decision. "Hmm...This one is a mix. He could go to either house Gryffindor or Slytherin… After consideration….Gryffindor!" It shouted. McGonagall took the hat with a frown. "Uh, there is no need to shout, we are not in the mess hall!" She chided.

Harry looked to the two Professors. "Is that a good house?"

McGonagall smirked. "Well, I may be biased but I'd say so, seeing as I'm the Head of House Gryffindor. " With that, she turned on her heels. "I'll be seeing you, Mr….Moomin." She corrected herself as she politely said goodbye.

Dumbledore chuckled as he patted Harry on the shoulder. "A very Good House! Brave and Passionate."

Snorkmaiden warmly looped her arm in Harry's. "That's my fiance alright."

Dumbledore's face dropped slightly. "However, now that you know the basics, we still have to get you a room."

"Both of us? I refuse to be in a room without my fiance." Harry put a hand around Snorkmaiden.

"Well...It's usually not allowed. Being nothing but teenagers here and all...But I suppose under the circumstances, we can manage. I'll have someone come up to escort you right away."

Harry looked relieved. Dumbledore continued, "And Harry? Snorkmaiden? Please reframe from talking about Hobgoblin or why you're here. Not only because of the Ministry but so we can determine who put your name in the Goblet of Fire. I feel it is necessary for now to keep this between myself, Professor McGonagall and the both of you."

The couple gave a serious nod. "Of course, Sir. We have to get to the bottom of things, so the less that know, the better." Snorkmaiden affirmed. Harry noted that she seemed a bit more serious than usual. He wondered if she was more scared of the situation than what she led on.

There was a knock followed by a big burly man hobbling in. Thick curly hair and a beard. Not as hairy as Stinky but pretty close. He was huge!

"Harry, this is Hagrid, The groundskeeper, and the gamekeeper of Hogwarts. Anything you need, you can go to him. Right?"

Hagrid gave a firm nod. "Aye, you can." His baritone voice said with a thick accent. Harry walked up with Snorkmaiden to shake Hagrid's hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Harry Moomin...I guess I used to be Harry Potter? And this is my fiance, Snorkmaiden."

Hagrid's eyes widened a moment before softening. A newfound warmth crossed his features as he gingerly shook Snorkmaiden's hand and firmly shook Harry's "Glad to meet the happy couple! Ya are happy, correct?" He joked. Harry wrapped an arm around Snorkmaiden with a grin. "Very!" Hagrid let out a laugh. "Good. I can tell we're gonna get along just fine."

With that, he hosted their bags up and ushered the couple out of the tower. Dumbledore waved them off. "I'll send your new uniform to you shortly!" He called out as the couple left.

Hagrid gave Harry and Snorkmaiden a slight tour as they walked. Harry almost felt rude for having the man take their bags...But considering his size, it was probably easier for him than them.

"Ah, we're here. Let me set you and the Mrs. stuff down to use the key." He did just that, the door off to the side from the other doors in the Gryffindor wing. "Aye, there we go!" He exclaimed as it clicked.

"Not much on the room." He informed as he ducked his head to enter. Harry saw the humble room. It was the size of he and Moomin's room back home!

"Oh, it's perfect for us!" Harry assured as he went to investigate. Snorkmaiden scowled at the two small beds separated in the areas of the room.

"Those are getting pushed together. " She affirmed.

Hagrid let out a deep laugh. "That's technically against School rules...But I guess yer secrets safe with me." He shook his head muttering something about 'lovebirds' under his breath.

Snorkmaiden and Harry both blushed her fur a bit pink. They went to correct him but he already left. Leaving a spare key on the dresser.

Snorkmaiden's tail swished bashfully. "It's for the room! They're in such awkward parts! I-"

Harry shook his head with a chuckle. "I don't think he heard you."

"Arg...Just help me with the beds." She demanded with a blush.

Dumbledore sat at his desk, Professor McGonagall across from him. It was very late, most students were retired for the night. The shield was even checked to make sure that whatever was said in the tower room, stayed there.

"He doesn't need a wand? And is a Metamorphmagus? And studied under two powerful teachers that are not listed under the Magic of Ministry?... Oh, Albus. This won't due. Not at all." The woman rested a manicured hand on her forehead.

"Minerva, we don't have a choice. His name was put into the Goblet. Even if he was in another realm going by a different name, the Goblet still knows."

"But that's against the rules for a none student to enter! And we sent him to live with that dreadful family! How? How did he get to this...Moomin Valley place?"

"Yes, but someone still knew. If the Dark One and his Death Eaters get ahold of Harry, all will be lost. The Ministry would have hunted him down and acted like the tyrants they are. Strip him of magic, punish those that helped him and possibly start a war with one of the most powerful Wizards I've ever met. "

McGonagall raised a brow in interest. "His old teacher?"

"Yes. The one that took him from his blood relatives. The one that taught him magic at a very young age. That being, who went by the name Hobgoblin, was extremely powerful. He claimed to be a magician rather than a Wizard. I'm unsure if he was even human!" Dumbledore confided.

McGonagall hummed to herself. "Quite a predicament. If one of those scoundrels hadn't put his name in that Goblet, the poor lad could have lived out his life in peace!... To the Devil with it! He shouldn't be forced to play into what is so obviously a trap!" She angrily hissed with a distasteful frown.

"But you see why I had to get to him before the Ministry? Why I couldn't just leave him to fend for himself?"

The woman sighed heavily, "Yes...But I don't like this Albus. What if this is what those Death Eaters want? To lure that poor boy here."

Dumbledore sighed as well, "It's possible. But had we not intervened, they would have found him another way. Or the Ministry would have stripped him of magic and started a war."

"That Hobgoblin was that powerful? And what of the so-called Witch you mentioned?"

Dumbledore sat back in his seat, fingers interlaced. "Never met her, I'm afraid. It seems magic was common there. But yes. That man could beat the dark lord alone, I'm sure of it."

McGonagall gave Dumbledore a dumbfounded look. "And you didn't recruit him? If he is that powerful, he may be able to end this problem alongside us once and for all!"

"Minerva, I didn't want him involved...Not yet at least. We have many Death Eaters and spies working for him, including one right here in Hogwarts. I doubt Hobgoblin could defeat ALL the Death Eaters alone. And we know how hard-headed the Ministry is. Do you think they'd work with an unauthorized Wizard that powerful?"

McGonagall scoffed. "No, the fools would fight against him instead of working together. Meanwhile, Voldemort would sneak in and take over all of us from under our noses."

"Precisely. Harry and his fiance are going to get enough attention. I told him to act like he was just a prodigy that was gifted enough to know how to not use a wand. Sadly, he'll have to be listed as a Metamorphmagus… For now, we need to lay low and privately investigate who is undercover in Hogwarts. Our job is to protect this School and its Students and we'll make sure to do as such."

McGonagall hesitated a moment, deep in thought before stating the obvious. "Does he not realize the prejudice this world has to interspecies relationships? This world can be cruel to those half-blooded or muggle-born. Let alone openly with a Snork. I've never even met a Snork, only read about them."

Dumbledore wrung his hands. "Yes, I warned him. He comes from a world where there were more oddball species than even the deepest forests here. He didn't care and half took the hate as a challenge. He is Gryffindor after all."

McGonagall smiled proudly. "That his is. I look forward to him in my house."

Dumbledore gave a humorless chuckle. "Let us just hope he won't make our job of secrecy even harder."

"Perhaps...We can fake it?"

Dumbledore raised a white brow. "What do you mean?"

McGonagall continued, "Have him pretend he's less powerful than what he truly is. Have him 'use' a wand, learn the incantations to say. Reframe from changing shape."

Dumbledore chuckled, "That last part will be challenging to convince, if not impossible. However… Those are convincing points to make. I'll discuss it with him later… He won't like it, but it may be necessary."