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The moment Xander, heard that apparently Albus Dumbledore was at the fake house, door wanting to speak with him, no doubt the old man had finally realized Harry would not be attending Hogwarts, he was already dialing another number.
The Police.
Albus, had been quiet shocked when a police car pulled up and he was arrested on the spot, he never took Minerva warning seriously, about trying to make Harry attend Hogwarts until that moment.
He had been hauled to the police station, when they then proceeded to ask him, some brief question which he answered simply, before they decided he would be spend the night in a jail cell.
It was at this point, that he finally realized the people around him were actually serious and he could very well be put on trial, for wanting Harry to go Hogwarts, so he broke out using the limited wandless magic at his disposal, to get his wand and wipe the memory of him ever being at the station before fleeing.
However he had yet to realize that times had changed, since he last spent more than one day in the Muggle world.
The creation of CCV camera's, meant that even if nobody remembered him being there, they would know he existed purely by reviewing the footage.
The next time, Albus showed himself publicly in the muggle world, the police would take any chances with his 'mind tricks' and the 'light' coming out what looked like a harmless stick.
Albus retired to Hogwarts looking exhausted.
But the message had drove home, all he could hope was to have his informants find out what school Harry went to and try to convince the boy to transfer out of it, and into Hogwarts, because the letter was useless if the boy was already enrolled into a school.
He had been forced to focus all his attention on Jamus Potter and the boy's first trail.
He didn't know that it would be a good year and half before sets his eyes on a new Harry.
Ch 16: A very weird school day.
Harry, had arrived at Durmstrang institute, a school which Gellert Grindelwald, a Dark Lord, had went to, in his school day's, this was one of the reason's why those who came from Durmstrang are believed to be dark wizards or Death Eater's in training.
It also didn't help that the now current Headmaster was a recorded former Death Eater.
When Harry found out about his new headmasters past, he couldn't help but feel uneasy about being in such a man's presence but his friends who went to Durmstrang said, the man really wasn't that bad, as long as you ignore a couple of things he said.
And he trusted his friends so being here was more like a leap of faith.
At least, he didn't have to go to school with Jamus Potter and see how big the guy's ego had become in his time away.
Durmstrang institute, was surprisingly smaller than what he believed Hogwarts would be, but it was still huge from the inside, it was certain much bigger than the Felix Mansion, which he couldn't hope to expect.
As they walked through, he couldn't help but feel the age and history through the very walls, after all, this castle was in fact older than Albus Dumbledore, and that was saying something.
The first years were clumped into one group and taken to the great hall, by two teacher's that introduced themselves as ' Professor Glenn Mehle' and 'Professor Merete Folstad', the hall that they assembled in was naturally smaller than the great hall at Hogwarts, since they didn't get, nowhere nearly, as many students as Hogwarts.
Including him, there was about 70 new Durmstrang students, any potential students were either driven away by the school's dark past or present or the other school's had gotten to them first.
And unlike Hogwarts, where a magically talking hat would be placed on your head and go through your mind and memories, to find out if you had the attributes to be in a certain house.
There were three tables, 'Crows', 'Rabbits',and 'Foxes', naturally the mischievous twins chose foxes and one by one, they all came up to sign up for which house, they would like to be in using a Quill.
Had nobody heard of a simple pen or pencil?
He know a lot of muggleborns who hadn't been trained to use a Quill, so they would have a lot of trouble with using such a thing, by the time it reached him, there was splotches of ink on the parchment.
In the end, he chose 'Crows' because he was no were nearly as mischievous as a fox, and he wouldn't immediately run at the first sight of them.
He was a fighter so he was a crow.
The whole process took an hour and half to complete and once they were finished signing up for their houses, they were told to follow one teacher, that would represent their house.
They were all given badges so they could remember which house they were in and other's could tell too.
The three groups split and Harry followed the leader of the Crows, to a part of castle which he guessed was the Crow wing.
They passed the kitchen, not know this would prove vital in the coming weeks.
There were three doors up ahead, two rooms had three beds and one room had two, these rooms were for the boy's while down the corridor was for the girl's.
Naturally people would want the bigger room.
He wasn't the only one feeling nervous about sharing a room with a complete stranger, he had grown so used to having a big room all to himself, that it had yet to sink in.
So while the guys were bickering about who got the bigger room, he entered the bigger room and placed his pouch on a pillow, on one of the beds, effectively claiming it was his own, knowing the rules of 'dibs'.
Of course the other's fought over the last remaining bed in the largest room, so in the end, he ended up with this kid who looked like he had crawled out the pits of pure predigest.
The boy was surprisingly civil towards him, probably because, he thought he was pureblood just like him and Harry wasn't going to correct him, any time soon.
Beside his bed was a desk, so he placed the pouch on it and began to take things out, one by one, including his trunk, he didn't see the shocked look casted over his shoulder as he got one thing out from another.
He got Viva out and she almost bite him, the bird did not appreciate being kept in the dark for several hours, which he dearly apologized for and fed her some cracker's to her, that he had managed to pack.
Within an hour, all his things were unpacked and his roommate was looking at him, like he had just discovered Pureblood-Jesus.
It was two in the afternoon when they were called out of their rooms, the older years were expected to come around dinner time.
They teachers had left them alone, to unpack all their stuff and get used to the idea of having a roommate, well, that was Harry believed, that belief would be turned on it's head within a day.
Once that was over, each head of house went from door to door, collecting first year students and were stuffed into two rooms, were they were made to fill out a questionnaire for a good hour or two, so the teacher's could figure out what the majority know and what needed to be taught to them in their first year.
There was no point in spending a whole year, teaching stuff that they could all do in a heartbeat, it was best to teach something new.
But for Harry, the test was very weird.
At first it started off, with the casual questions.
What's your name?
In which he put down 'Harold Felix' instead of his full name, remembering his father warning.
But then it got strange.
It asked 'Name the three unforgivable curses and their effects when cast', his eyes were lead downwards to the question that said. 'what potion, do these ingredients belong to and what does it do once it's brewed?'.
Harry, recognized a very detailed ingredient list for a high complex Love Potion, if it wasn't for his day's helping his father to brew potions, while asking question's about each ingredient added in, he would have never known, the effect all those ingredients would have had, once they were all put together like this.
By the time, his eyes reached 'When is it acceptable to use the Imperious curse?", Harry was looking at the innocent looking paper with some kind of horror.
Why was such a question like this even asked!?
This couldn't be real right?
There was no way, anybody would let such a thing slip.
He looked up from his paper of horror, to see if anybody else had noticed how odd the paper actually was but everybody keep on writing, even some had already finished the paper.
Why hadn't anybody said anything about these questions?
In the end, he ended up, not even filling in half of the paper, before their sheets were collected in and they were allowed to leave, they were then put into a group of three and were given a treasure hunt to do.
It was an activity that would get them used to walking around school, but what made Harry stop and stare was exactly what they were collecting.
The biggest prize, was a book that shouldn't even be in a school, upon further looks Harry found there were several questionable and highly dark books on the shelves without any protection, they were the kind of books that Gellert Grindelwald, himself, would be proud to say he owned.
The book they were supposed to get, detailed a blood ritual.
A Blood Ritual!
The kind of ritual that would bound you to something, that you would spend the rest of your life wishing to turn back the clock.
Nobody said anything, as his team managed to take the last copy of the book that was in stock and returned to where they were supposed to be, before the time run out.
His father had always encouraged him to not let other people's opinion cloud his judgment and that he should collect all the facts first before making his own conclusion.
That's why he gave Durmstrang the benefit of a doubt.
But seeing what he saw, made him wonder if Durmstrang was really a school for death eaters in training.
And why hadn't anybody said anything about what was going on, surely some of children around had cracked up a book on the laws of this country to know what was legal and what was not.
Was this because, they tha grow up just going with the flow and he was only odd one out of the bunch or was something else at play, here?
They were all gathered in the hall and each team presented their things to the teachers who were acting as judges, this took them all, the way to lunch time, the winning team could sleep in and miss tomorrow's official first lesson.
He and those who didn't win clapped for those who did, and were told to sit at certain tables.
By this time, they could all hear the sounds of hundreds of running feet, loud voices and about a hundred door slamming shut.
When the dining hall doors opened, you could practically feel the fear in the air as most of the first years shrinking in their seat's at the sight of the older year's, witch's and wizards.
If words could describe the feeling in the room as the older students flocked in, it would be like a flock of death eaters suddenly entered a crowd of people in their uniform and mask's.
Everybody was trying not to draw attention to themselves in hopes they wouldn't be noticed.
Only a few didn't shrink at the sight of such a mighty flock of people, those who didn't shrink, several older student's unconsciously noted them.
Those who had family or friends amongst the older years, naturally found themselves surrounded by them as some sort of barrier, while those who didn't have such luxury, were left at the mercy of those who may single them out.
Because, no matter where you go, there would be at least one bully in a school and a magical school was no exception.
Several eyes turned in Harry direction, seeing the expensive version of the Durmstrang uniform that he wore proud, seizing him up on whether to offer a hand of friendship to him or not.
It was best to widen your connection's if you see an opportunity to do and as everybody sat down, the food began to appear on the table, soon the hall smelled of roasted potato's, roasted duck and mash and peas.
And Harry, got to finally lay his eyes, on his full house, all the teacher's were present including the Headmaster, who was looking as shady as ever.
Every once in a while, the man's eyes would travel to Harry with a smile.
However, Harry had yet to touch the food, despite everybody around him tucking in like they hadn't eaten in day's, he was wondering why there was hardly any vegetables on the table.
His father had always nagged him to eat them, even though he didn't really liked them, so who know, he would find himself missing them, in the face of all this fat, slapped onto plates.
Several people walked across the hall to join their friends or introduce themselves to the first years, so unlike Hogwarts, people didn't immediately send death glares or reach for their wand, if you chose to sit with another house or heaven's forbid, Slytherin.
Suddenly two identically people sat next to him, Ping and Pong Gray, Carla had enough sense to realise, it wouldn't do to join them and suddenly be under the teacher's suspicious gaze that followed the twins everywhere, no matter how much she wanted to welcome Harry to Durmstrang like they wanted to.
"That's quite an expensive uniform, you got there" Ping said.
"As expected of our little Harry." Pong said.
And yes, Harry had expected them to sit near him but he didn't expect to hear such high voice's, coming from both of them, they sounded like their voices couldn't decide whether to go high or low so they said, screw it and do both.
Their faces, looked like they were transitioning from a boy into a man, Harry hadn't realized how much they both looked like their dad until that moment.
"So harry" Ping said. "Me and my brother"
"Where wondering" Pong said, the new first years were looking at them with some kind of amazement.
"Why, you haven't" Ping said.
"Touched, your food, yet?" Pong finished.
"After all" Ping began.
"You are a growing boy, like us" Pong finished, not bothering to grab a plate and instead pulled a leg from a turkey with his bear hands, getting appalling looks from those around.
But he didn't care.
"So eat up" Ping said, also taking one and biting into it, the person next to him moved slightly away.
You wouldn't expect, Harry, who was dressed so richly would be friends with such two.
Years of knowing them, meant that Harry was not put off by the twins attitude, instead he took a plate from the middle and began to pile food onto, taking whatever vegetable was present.
Everything, did look good but he did wish, some people didn't talk while eating, showing...
So that's why, his father always told him to swallow before he talked.
He was getting quite a view, and any form of hunger was miraculously leaving his body the more he was subjected to it.
He quickly looked down in attempt to get back his hunger and picked up a spoon, that he had filled with mash and brought it to his lips, where he intended to pop it into his mouth.
When something happened...
His pendant around his neck burned.
"Is there something wrong, Harry?" Ping said, seeing Harry had froze, Pong continued to eat.
Harry quickly took of his pendant and waved it over his food, it did not calm down instead it got warmer, he did the same for the plates carrying food around him.
The Pendant continued to be warm.
"What up?" Pong said, Harry was looking at his food weirdly and what was that he was holding in his hands?
"Ping, Pong. I think you need to stop eating, right now." Harry said, thinking the only reason why his pendant would heat up like this, would be...
"Why?" Ping said, it all tasted so good.
"Because every single food on this table is leased with potion. Even the food in your hands"
Both Ping and Pong, immediately dropped their turkey legs on cue and said.
"Bloodhell!"
And scene!
Next chapter, Harry explains his pendant to the twins and they tell Carla about what she's been eating for the past year and a half. Several people notice the absence of the twin's, Carla and Harry from the dining hall, the next day, as they all tried to get food that hasn't been tampered with and contact the only adult, they could reach, Harry father. Review/fav and follow!