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"Lord Felix"
Xander, had to stop himself from running to the door, when he heard that voice.
The voice of none other than Lucius Malfoy.
He had made the mistake of attending the Wizengamot in person, where people could see him, and now he was paying the price for it.
He had just managed to shake off, Albus Dumbledore, who also wanted to talk to him about his son and trying to get him to see things his way, regarding some law's they proposed, so he was feeling quiet annoyed.
So instead of telling the man to go away, he plastered a smile on his face, turned around and said.
"Yes? Is there something wrong, Lord Malfoy?"
The pale, blond haired man caught up with him and gave him a charming smile, which Xander wanted to roll his eyes at, the Malfoy charm was losing it's quality and fast.
"Lord Felix. You must know, that my son, goes to Hogwarts" Lucius said, trying to ooze charisma in order to appeal to this man who held all the cards."So, I was quite surprised when I got a letter from my son. Telling me, that your heir, did not show up for the first year's, sorting"
Yes, it had been quiet a blow to him.
He had instructed Draco vigorously to befriend the Felix Heir, and the Boy-Who-Lived, unfortunately the boy-who-lived, had heard stories about how 'all Malfoy's were evil' and did not want, anything to do with his son.
His only hope was the Felix Heir, an equally bigger prize, to eventually sway to the dark lord side.
It never occurred to him, that the Felix Heir would not be attending Hogwarts.
"Lord Malfoy. I do not see why my son's schooling has anything to do with you." Xander said, trying his best, to not sound rude, to the Death Eater that was used to getting his way.
"True" Lucius said, his plan about finding out where the boy was studying was falling to shambles before his very eyes. "Well, have you thought, about the offer I extended, to have your son over for the Christmas holidays? I'm sure, my wife and son, would love to meet to meet the future Felix Heir"
And Xander felt like hexing the man, for even thinking about having his son anywhere near him.
If it was up to him, his son would never set sights on Lucius Malfoy or that Manor.
He know, there were very dark and dangerous objects in that house and he would like to have his son, survive through his Christmas holidays and said.
"I don't mean to be rude, Lord Malfoy" he said, "But why should I take my son to a complete strangers house? Because, apart from being work accompliance's, we have nothing else in common. The first thing, you said to me outside, was to ask me to take my own flesh and blood to a house, that is rumored to hold so many dark objects, that it reeks of dark magic. "
Surprising Lucius.
"Yes, the walls talk, and I listen. How can I not hear about them?" He said, "And if those rumored are even half true, I'll rather not have my child anywhere near that house. You have given me no reason to trust you. We have no solid foundation with each other in terms of trust. So why should, I take your offer? Let me ask you, if a random stranger did what your doing, wouldn't you ignore them completely and pray you never talk to them again? So, Lord Malfoy, thanks, for the offer but I will not spend Christmas day, with a person I don't even know and could pose a possible threat to my child well being."
He left, successfully shutting him down, leaving a very stunned man.
Lucius was slowly beginning to realize, the Felix Heir was not somebody you can easily manipulate.
After all, how can you manipulate somebody who was better at this game, them he was?
Meanwhile, Xander was wondering what his son was doing.
Ch 18: Harry takes his detentions with pride.
It turned out, consulting his father was in fact, the right thing to do, as instructed they had all created doubles of themselves the next day, to send off for breakfast since they feared, the food was indeed potioned as well, and snuck off to the kitchen.
They didn't even have to blackmail the house elves, to have them eat there, apparently the house elves were forced into putting potioning the food by the headmasters himself, and the guilt was eating them alive.
They were more than glad to make food, in which they could be proud to make for them.
Harry, first class for the school year, turned out to be none other than quidditch.
And that's where his problem's began.
"Mr Felix." The teacher, Professor Merete Folstad using a translator spell on her voice to speak, to the whole class, said. Eventually the foreign students wouldn't need to hear, through a translator spell and she could speak to them how she normally would and said. "Why, aren't you getting on your broom like the rest of the class?"
She a was a very stern looking women, with her hair tied into a bun, and she wore a tight black coat, the Quidditch field was smaller than Hogwarts, but the concept of the grounds, were the same.
Several students were flying, overhead.
And what she said was true, Harry was the only one in his whole class, that hadn't mounted, the broom, that the school had provided and wasn't counted backwards from ten for dear life, praying the broom wouldn't go that fast and he wouldn't fall off.
"Pardon, Professor Folstad." He said, "But you haven't told us, about healthy and safety"
"Health and safety?" She said, she couldn't believe what she was hearing and said. "just get on the broom and say 'go'"
"But, what about if one of us falls off our broom and falls from a massive height?" He said, because whenever he did something that could be dangerous, he was always briefed on health and safety. It made sure, he avoided the worst danger especially when he was in his father's potion lab and said. "Surely, there is something to stop us, from falling? Were only first year's." Getting all the first year's attention as he channeled his father, unknowingly. "You can't expect us to get on something that looks this dangerous without protecting?"
"There is no need to worry. If, you fall, then you will immediately be taken to the hospital wing" Professor Folstad all but grunted, talking to the whole class, while wondering why the hell, the Felix heir was asking, these questions. Shouldn't he just obey instructions without an question?
"I'm sorry, madam but that doesn't put me at ease at all." He said, "So you mean to tell me. You want us to get up on a broom that clearly looks unstable with no protection what's so ever. What about if I don't get injured but actually die, falling from a tall height? It's entirely possible. There is about 20 students here, can you tell me, that you can keep an eye on 20 people at once?"
And Harry didn't know it but he was putting doubt in his fellow first year's minds.
How dare, this brat question my authority! She thought, she had never been questioned like this before, he was implying that she wasn't competent enough to save a student, when they fall!
"Mr Felix, I assure you, you are perfectly safe, no student has even die-" She began, just then, there was a shout and they all looked up to find two students bumping into each other and their brooms going out of control, one of them was plummeting to the ground at alarming speeds.
But before the student could crash head first into the ground, they managed to pull up just in time, swiping away heavy sweat.
Not once, did the only teacher on the pitch, raise her wand to save the student.
.
.
All the students in Harry class, automatically got off the brooms, after seeing how easily a student could have died.
And what was their teacher doing?
She just stood there and watched.
"I think, I speak for all over us in saying. I will not get on that broom until I am guaranteed safety" Harry said, "I will not get on that death trap."
"Detention" She said, much their surprise. "Detention for all, those who refused to get on their brooms. Mr Felix, I am here to teach a class, not to be talked back to and questioned. If you can't follow simple instructions than you can look forward to detention with Professor Glenn Mehle, tonight"
She was used to seeing first year students cower at the thought of detention, that's why she was so surprised to see Harry hold his head held high.
His father, had told him that he should always hold his head high if he got into trouble just for asking questions, because it wasn't a crime, to ask questions and try to understand, in his own way what was being taught.
Harry, than walk proudly to the step's in front of the Quidditch pitch and sat down.
Some of the first year, where looking at Harry with some kind of respect, they too found it unfair that he was punished just for asking questions.
Before, the fear of detention sat in and they all got on their brooms and the lesson was resumed.
But Harry asking question streak didn't stop there, in potions when they were asked to make a 'Hiccoughing Potion', he had asked why they needed to brew such a thing, when all they needed to do was drink some water and it would stop.
Wouldn't it be a lot less expensive and a lot less time consuming, just did it the muggle way?
The teacher, had just stared at him like he had grown two heads, some of the muggle borns in the class found themselves nodding, since it was common knowledge while the purebloods, who were still stuck in the old way's, looked at him, like he was speaking a whole different language.
Making him wonder, if they just brew potions for even the littlest things.
He couldn't see what was the point with brewing such a potion, since water could be found very easily and for free.
He was then given detention for poking a hole in the creation for the potion, that had no use a hundred years after it's creation.
He then had Muggle studies, and he had to admit the Professor know his stuff and he had clearly been to the muggle world recently but when he asked if they would be learning the core subjects like maths, English and Science since they would need them, if they chose to apply for a job in the muggle world.
The teacher had just stared at him and asked, why would anybody want to apply for a muggle world job when there were plenty of magical one's, which he than applied.
"But, Professor, what about if you say you're a doctor when a muggle asks you, want you do for a living, and they decide to test you, only to find out you know absolutely nothing about the human body or how certain medications are needed to treat, easily treated illness?"
Which they all stared at him, before the teacher promptly gave him detention, finding no reasonable explanation to counter him.
Even in 'The Dark Arts', he refused to open anything that they got from the library, even if they weren't practicing them with a wand, there was always the possibility that some idiot would think a spell sounded cool and end up trying it out in a fit of rage.
His was building his reputation, as being a 'trouble maker' in the eyes of the teacher staff, so he wasn't even surprised when on Wednesday morning, he was called into the headmaster office.
The headmaster wanted to talk to him about his behavior.
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Next chapter, ignor takes a book out of Dumbledore page as he tries to figure out, why Harry and his friends weren't acting like the rest of the students in school. Review/ fav and follow!