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Carla didn't last 2 days before she had, had enough and wanted to transfer.
Understanding the importance of money, Carla had been very vocal about her two days, experience, at Hogwarts when Harry had come to visit her.
She had told him, about the women who always smelled of strong perfume and who was always predicting students deaths every time a class, took place, from what she had found from asking around.
She had told him about the Ghost who taught Magical history and went on and on, about the Goblin Wars and Rebellion without teaching anything else.
He had put her to sleep within half an hour and many first years to.
She had told him about the women who told them to change a pin into a pincushion, how this was going to help her in real life, she didn't know.
Than she told him about the person who was supposed to be teaching about muggles, had little to no idea what he was talking about, she or another Muggleborn could have taught that class better than he did, he often pronounced names wrong and was stuck in the 14th century where there was no such thing as a phone or television.
It was never a good sign when your own students could teach what you claimed to be an expert in, better than you did, that itself, should be a huge warning to replace that teacher quickly.
She went on to tell Harry, about a class called Herbology and how they had to deal with plants that would kill your ear drums and make you faint, once you uprooted them from soil.
She told him about the Half Giant who shouldn't be anywhere near children because of his love of showing eleven years big and dangerous creatures that could kill them easily.
The only half decent class at Hogwarts, was potions and even than, the teacher seemed to be barely civil to all of them, she got the impression the man had been forced to teach them all, against his will with how he looked at all of them.
But the real kicker was how the school was right next to a forest that had creatures that could easily kill them all.
They only received a warning not to go into the forest, while nobody mentioned what was in place to protect them if a creature suddenly happen, to walk into the school grounds?
What was there to protect them?
What idiot, puts a school full of children right next to a forest that could kill them all?
The head of house was either a lunatic or somebody who was far too busy to see beyond the fact, a child was here.
She had seen, some children appear with scars suggesting they may have come from a home not as loving as she had and none of the teachers seemed to notice the clear signs of abuse, right in front of their eyes.
By the end of the first day, Carla couldn't believe this was the school claiming to offer the best magical education in Britain, and thought this was some kind of a joke.
But it got worse, because the second day, she bore witness to the prejudice that British Pureblood children had against those who were muggleborn, seeing the snares and the hex thrown into the corridor, she couldn't believe that no teacher had seen this happening and done something about it.
What kind of place, would have Muggleborns living in fear just to walk through the corridors?
She had seen enough.
Carla had wanted out and she wanted out, fast.
It was clear to her, the money her guardians gave to the school was going absolutely no where other than straight into the teachers and headmaster's pockets, she couldn't have been happier to transfer to Durmstrang, a school that actually taught her something new, once she got passed the quirks of the headmaster and the twins were there to help her out.
She, had heard that other Muggleborn's had followed her lead, and transferred out once they realized didn't have to endure the treatment they got, of course, nobody ever saw their money again when their parents demanded refunds.
She had told all this to Harry who had been shocked to hear all this.
This was information, that a certain old man didn't want him to know.
With so many compliants from somebody who actually went to Hogwarts, even if it was brief, it had put another dent in his perfect image of Hogwarts.
What, if he goes there and all that his friend said, was in fact true?
Wouldn't that mean, Hogwarts was the biggest magical lie in Britain?
Ch 13: Harry big decision.
Harry, had turned 10 years old, two weeks ago, it was summer and he was expecting to see a letter any day now.
He couldn't contain his excitement, because, finally, at last, he would get a wand and learn proper magic.
He would officially become a wizard!
But nothing could have prepared the Household for what they saw, one Saturday morning.
Both Harry and his dad, were having breakfast, when his dad suddenly stopped moving and his eyes went wide, behind Harry were giant windows, so Harry couldn't see what would make his father show surprise.
Harry eventually turned around to see what was going and he too soon showed some degree of shock at the mere image that greeted him.
Owls.
Dozens and dozens of owls carrying letters came rushing towards the manor.
His dad, immediately ordered for all the windows to be closed and all the fire places to be blocked, unfortunately one window hadn't been closed fast enough and the owls used that opening to rush right in.
Soon the whole manor was invaded by dozens of owls, who dropped letter's, and then flow back out, soon the dining table was covered in about a dozen letter's from various magical schools all around the world.
All wanting him as their student.
All the headmaster, seemed to have used their brains and addressed the acceptance letter to his dad, since they know his dad full name, and made sure the contents were about Harry, this was the only way to guarantee the letter would be delivered.
It was safe to say, that right now, Harry was the most, wanted magical child in the whole of Britain.
Not Jamus Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, but Harry.
Not only did the owls drop letters but also pamphlets, small gifts, anything to make their school stand out amongst the rest, even some sent the same letter multiple of times, inviting him to visit.
Any letter, that was coated in some kind of magic never made it passed the wards and were sent back.
Xander eyes couldn't help but winden, seeing a new flock of owls approach the manor after what just happened, and this time, he made sure to shut all the entrances off, he was almost buried deep in letters.
And why the urgency?
The schools, know how important it was to make a connection with the future Lord Felix, while he was still young.
Owls battered at the windows, hoping to find some way in.
Harry wasn't sure he would have believed it if his eyes weren't seeing what he was currently seeing, so many owls had come for him at once, leaving him in shock.
If it wasn't for the fact the Boy-Who-Lived, had received his Hogwarts letter, this would have surely made front page in the Prophet, there was no way, nobody wouldn't have noticed so many owls in a group, all heading in one direction ready to deliver letters to one person.
But even Xander know that, that the Owls trying to get in wouldn't stop until their letter's was delivered, and he rather not have hundred of owls banging on his winds forever, so both of them including the servants, were stuck in the house for two whole days.
If the Manor wasn't so large, they would have been sure, that letters would have not just reached to the ceiling but would have poured out of all the windows like a fountain.
The amount of letter's, made it almost impossible to get anywhere in the house and once, he was sure, no more letters were coming, Xander had joined in to stack them all into a neat pile all into one room that had been magically expanded.
It took three days but the house was mostly clear of letters and Harry was made to stare wide eyed at the twenty or so piles in front of him.
He had to open each and every one of them.
"Harry, don't worry about the size. There's still plenty of time, until your next birthday" Xander said, "A year should be more than enough time to make your decision and go through them all" making harry look at him with wide eyes, was his dad leaving him to face all of this alone?
Apparently yes.
Just then the phone next door rang, and a servant went to get it, his dad walked out of the room heading to where the phone was, he returned five minutes later, informing him, he was going to get his Hogwarts letter from Albus Dumbledore, personally and he should be back in an hour.
Leaving Harry to face the monster pile's in front of him, as he bravely started with his first letter.
#The Fake Felix Manor#
Why did he get the feeling that today was going to be a pain? He couldn't help but think, as he apparitated to the fake Felix Manor, where Albus Dumbledore was waiting for him in a room.
No doubt the old man had long since figured out the address he had, wasn't really the Felix Manor and placing two of his order members to watch over so carefully, was a foolish mistake.
He made sure he looked presentable, before walking into the room to meet the man who had been trying to get his way for the past, three years.
Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore, was dressed in a dark purple robe, covered in yellow stars, the look of pure surprise the man had when he came in alone without Harry, was momentary there before he regained his composer.
Today was the big day, the day he would finally set his eyes on Harry and deliver to him his Hogwarts letter.
Of course, he had delivered Jamus Potter's own, personally, earlier that morning, the boy had gotten rounder since he had last time seen him, the expression of joy on the boy's face and the Potter parents, when he opened his letter, had almost made him feel guilt about the magic contain in all the letters sent out this year.
Almost.
Now it was Harry turn.
The man who had blocked him at every turn, sat down in front of him, dressed smartly, the perfect image of what a pureblood should be.
"Albus Dumbledore, welcome" Xander said, they both noted he didn't say 'to my home' since the gig was up, it was like he was silently laughing at Albus failed attempt, he had been one step ahead of him all this time, the man was only know realizing that and said."I assume, you have come to deliver my son's, Hogwarts letter?"
"Will, young Harry be joining us soon or will we go to him?" Albus said, expertly hiding the excitement underneath his speech.
If they where to go to where Harry was, that he would finally find out where the real Felix Manor was and if Harry came to him, just one touch and Harry would enter into a binding contract and be forced to go to Hogwarts, where he could keep an eye on him or lose his magic.
He would be one step ahead of this man at last.
Too bad, Xander had different plans, in mind.
He still had no intention of letting this man be anywhere near his son even to deliver his Hogwarts letter and said.
"Neither" He said, surprising the old man in front of him, but what he said, next shocked Albus to the core. "I will be taking, the letter to my son and delivering it to him, personally"
And Albus couldn't contain the shock.
"Is there a problem, Albus? You look quiet pale." He said, pressing the old man, Albus was clearly up to something since nobody showed this amount of shock unless their hidden agenda, had just gone up in smoke before their very eyes.
"A-Ah, no. I'm fine." Albus said, cursing, he wouldn't put it passed this man to check for any spells before handing it to the boy, he had to give that letter to Harry himself or it won't work. "But I must insist, it's been this way for a long time, a student getting a visit from the professor to explain Hogwarts to them and answer any question"
There.
He would like to see that man return that.
"And the answer is still, no. Albus, how many staff members do you have 20, 30?" Xander said, making Albus look at him in confusion, it seemed the old wizard lack common sense, seems to have gone on holiday today. "And how many letters do you have to deliver every year? Around 200 maybe 300? Add that to the fact that your school has to get ready for the new year after summer is over, what you said can't be true."
Making Albus continued to look on with confusion.
"Albus, unless each and everyone of your staff members suddenly turn into Superman or Superwoman, than they is no way, they can do all that in such a short time frame or they would work themselves to death." Xander said. "So here's what I think you do. You go to a couple of houses whenever your free, while those who's house's you haven't visited have to ask the questions, when they get the Hogwarts."
Meaning, Albus had dug his own grave.
Xander had caught him in the lie, that he had thrown in so carelessly.
"So the way I see it, there really isn't any reason for you to be here, personally. How come the Owls that arrived this morning got to my son while you had to come here personally." Xander said, before answering the unspoken question that had yet to form and said. "And yes, it seems my son is very popular this year, and a lot of schools want him to become a student, at their school just like Hogwarts, he is current opening more than a hundred lets right now."
And Albus cursed, he had been too busy making sure, Jamus Potter never received any acceptance letter other than Hogwarts, that he had completely forgotten about the possibility that those same schools would be falling over themselves to have the former Harry Potter attend their school.
But he could have never imagined that Harry would be more popular than Jamus, despite not being the Boy-Who-Lived.
Jamus, had only received seen six other's letter so why did Harry receive Hundreds!?
"So unless, you are here to give me more bills, you want me to pass. Please give me his letter and leave" Xander said, not pulling any punches, he had just spent two day's looking for Harry in a pile of letter's.
This couldn't be happening, if things go on like this, it's very likely young Harry wouldn't be attending Hogwarts. Albus couldn't help but think, he had to convince this man to send Harry to Hogwarts no matter what, how would he keep an eye on the boy otherwise? What about the test's he had set up for him to see if he really was the Boy-Who-Lived?
He had set up task's, which would need both of them to work together to get through, alive.
How could he do all that if Harry wasn't at Hogwarts?
"Surely, you must understand." Albus said, "Hogwarts can provide the protection Harry needs from those who wish to get their hands on the future Felix Heir, it's the safest place in Britain, surely you don't want something to happen to the boy? And I am sure he would understand if you sent him there for his own protection."
"Albus" Xander said, his voice low and sending alarm bells in Albus mind. "Are you telling me to ignore the fact that my own son's is a person, who can make his own discussion's?"
"Of course not!" Albus said, this was getting dangerous, he could feel the powerful magic in the air.
"Albus, give me that letter and leave, before I do something, that you'll be feeling for a week" Xander threatened, raising Albus alarm's higher, like father, like son. Gavin Felix had threatened to hex him multiple of times whenever he tried to gain some control over his own son.
Albus was smart enough to hand over the letter and leave quietly, by his own.
He could only hope that Harry decided to go to Hogwarts in the end.
He would schedule a shopping trip to Diagon Alley, when he was sure, things had cooled off, of course with a trusted person of his as Harry's guild, he was confident that Harry would eventually choose Hogwarts.
The boy had heard nothing but good about the school since he was very young, well, not that he know off, so he know the boy wouldn't choose another school.
One day, Harry would be on that train.
He was sure of it.
#At the Real Felix Manor#
"Did, you hear all that?" Xander said, turning to his son, what Albus didn't know was that the giant Mirror on the wall in that room, wasn't just there for decoration, it was actually connected to another mirror.
A Mirror, that he had instructed Dabble to give to Harry before he confront Albus.
So Harry saw the whole conversation with his own two eyes.
Harry looked crushed, with his own two's eyes, he had seen the man who appeared so kind, try to force him to go to Hogwarts whether he wanted to or not.
"I checked the letter, before he left" Xander said, he had been quiet shocked by what he found. "I don't think I can give this letter, to you. It's been charmed so that once you touch it, you'll be bound to the castle and be forced to go to Hogwarts or lose your magic"
Making Harry stare at the innocent looking letter in his father's right hand.
Now that he thought about, when did he decide he wanted to go to Hogwarts?
It's because everybody expected him to go Hogwarts right at the beginning.
A school which Albus Dumbledore controlled.
Didn't that mean, from the start, Albus Dumbledore had decided who he would be before he even know?
Knowing Jamus Potter, the boy had already touched the letter and was now bound, to attend Hogwarts for the next 7 years, without him knowing it.
His dad had once again come to his rescue and had given him the freedom to choose, when never really had a choice in the first place.
And said.
.
.
"Dad, can I go to Durmstrang, instead?"
Because, he didn't feel like being bounded to a castle for the next seven years.
He was about to realize that Durmstrang came with it's own problems.
And scene!
Next chapter, Minerva McGonagall goes to the fake Felix Manor, to take Harry on a shopping trip only to be turned away. Meanwhile Harry and his dad travel to Scandinavia to meet up with the headmaster and shop for his school supplies. Review/fav and follow!