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The next few weeks were nothing short of amazing for the people of Norway.
The Scandinavian Ministry showed, that they weren't just a figure head and actually had competent people within it.
Once every student and Teacher of Durmstrang was gone, the Ministry was free to do a full sweep of the castle.
Revealing charms were cast everywhere and no stone was left unturned, anything not deemed 'appropriate' to be within distance of children, was immediately disposed of.
Like the library, the Auror quickly realised, the amount of book's they were getting rid of, was practically the whole Library, which had to be replaced.
Cue the book store owners who had been surpassed for years by the former Headmaster, because they had book's that the Headmaster either deemed useless or too dangerous for the students to know about.
Those bookstore owners came in doves to finally get their books in the school, where they belong.
Of course, once the contents were checked and approved of by the Ministry, they didn't want a dark book getting in there.
And it was just as feared, a Golem was in every single room and in every single corner of the castle.
To Igor, it seems it wasn't enough to drug the student's, the Headmaster made sure that those who could be immune to the potion's, didn't find anything strange about their day.
The golems were designed to do just that, hidden behind a very powerful Notice Me Not Charm.
The Potion's inventory, had some very illegal stuff in them, for making very illegal potion's.
And what was worse, was that after digging around in the current Potion Master past, they found out the man didn't have the needed requirement to even to become a Potions Teacher, his knowledge and skill was actually at a third-year level.
Nobody would have suspected a thing if they were a first year but beyond third year, any student would be at risk.
Each, every questionable ingredient was catalogued before been given to those who were more cable and approved of by the Ministry, to make potion's that were a lot less dark in nature and could actually help people.
If the ingredient couldn't be used for good, they quickly disposed of it.
Walking into the Headmaster office, turned out to be the most disturbing room of them all.
Once the Reveal charm was cast and lots of other charm's, the sight that created them made them feel sick.
Whoever thought a former Death Eater should be near children 24-7, should be in jail.
Igor had not in fact turned from his way's like the man tried to make them believe, they found his Death Eater clothes and mask, in his desk, freshly pressed.
Traces of blood was seen in the room, from Igor many illegal experiment's.
A seemly innocent looking ball on the desk was actually a viewing globe, tied to several rooms all around the castle.
The wards that were tied to the Headmaster Office were shockingly low, meaning dark objects and those who bore the dark mark could come in and out of the castle as they pleased.
If the castle was near a dangerous forest, who knows how frequently deaths would occur in the because a beast was just casually strolling along?
They also found a journal, it seemed Igor loved to keep tabs on what he does, in case he had to repeat a lie.
It detailed all the illegal thing's he had brought and where he got it from, along with plans for the future.
Some of the store's, actually had a good reputation and you would never expect them to sell illegal object's.
So it wasn't long before several shop owners found Aurors knocking at their door, ready to issue an arrest.
Igor journal had led to a huge victory against those who wished to do harm on borth Muggle and Magical people.
Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for the actual man.
Igor Karkaroff and his band of incompetent teachers soon found themselves awaiting Trail, in front of very angry Parents who had their wands confiscated, so that they don't curse them to death and a Minister who was way too happy to be in a court room, however there was no reporter's.
This was because, Igor had connections all around the world, and the less people know, he was no longer the Headmaster, the better.
Who knows how many dark Lord supports would try and once again seize control of the school, through more terrible mean's?
So as far as those outside of Scandinavian know, Igor Karkaroff was still in charge, while in reality the man had been sentenced to donating any part of himself he could spare to needing muggles or Muggleborns and when he was finished, he will be spending the rest of his days without his magic as a playmate to a group of dangerous beast's, with only a forcefield that barely want beyond his skin to protect him.
However, the Forcefield didn't protect him from extreme pain.
Anybody who wanted to visit him, was more than welcome to.
His vault was also seized and went to the families he had hurt the most.
The man was dragged away, screaming at the top of his lungs for a deal, hoping to get out of his punishment.
This time there was no deal.
He had offended way too many people and had even ruined countless lives.
While his fellow teachers got lighter punishment's, half of them ended up in prison for a couple of year's with their teaching right revoked and their offence written down in their folder, for anybody looking to employ them and their vaults seized.
Everybody in the court room, know they were finished.
Who in the Magical world would hire them?
They would be lucky, to become even become a janitor in the Muggle world, when they got out.
The Scandinavian Ministry was doing so much to clean up the mess that Igor left behind, that there was no way, students could come back after the Christmas holiday.
Durmstrang Institute would have to open its doors, next year on the first day of a new school year.
Ch 22: In the month's leading to Harry's second year.
'You never really appreciate something until it was gone'.
This was especially true for Harry.
Who know two weeks could feel like a life time?
The first thing Harry did when he got home was unpack his stuff, apparently Norway was one hour faster than Britain.
He had missed his room so much, the memories he had created in it and the privacy he was given.
There was no person, he was forced to shear a room with, given him zero privacy.
There was no cramp feeling to it and or a need to wear his pendent even in his own room.
Harry room had undergone a drastic change over the years, no longer did he have a cool racing car themed bed, instead it was a king-sized bed.
There were two shelves in the left corner, one shelf was full of stuff he had collected over the years that held precious memories for him, while the other shelves were filled with academic related stuff, like his past study book's, CDs and educational video tapes.
His wooden chair near his desk, had become a swivel chair, just because he wanted to have fun while he studied.
On the walls were posters of the Looney Tunes and any tv show or film, he really liked and a TV was hanging in front of his bed.
To sum it up, Harry room would tell anybody that he was one step into the realm of adulthood while one foot in childhood.
Harry had missed, the specially prepared meal's, that he ate together with his father.
He had missed preparing for Christmas with his father.
He had missed Drabble.
He had been shocked when he saw the house elves living in Durmstrang, nothing like his family house elves and for some reason all the house elves, seem to fear any student walking by.
He had even missed the Saturday's were his father lots all sanity and fired prank spell after prank spell at him, for training.
He had missed the fact, he did not have to live in fear, because nobody was trying to control him in the same building that he slept in.
He had missed the indoor Zoo and he was certain, Viva had missed the outdoors of the Felix manor.
But most of all, he had missed, talking his father in person.
Only in person, could he see the love and affection in his father's eyes whenever he talked to him, making him feel special.
It was a hard to describe feeling, when you have somebody who loves you even though you might have not done anything special to deserve that love.
In the months leading up to his second year, his father had given a large stack of folder's, each one had a job profession.
His father had thought it was time, for him to see what he was interested in doing in life and building a study schedule around that.
If he was Jamus Potter, he could already see his whole life played out for him with no other alternative.
Attend Hogwarts, become a Auror, marry and have kid's, become Minister of Magic and die as the greatest wizard that had ever lived.
Anybody who had read the paper's, would know how Jamus Potter life will play out.
That's why he was so thankful that he didn't have that curse of a title on him and his father wasn't forcing him to go down a certain path.
Having a look at the files, really opened his eyes to the jobs that didn't have the name 'Auror' on top of them.
Who know, he had a 70% more chance of living to forty, if he didn't become an Auror?
And other occupation's, both Magical and Muggle could pay much more?
If Albus Dumbledore, catch wind that he didn't want to be Auror, the man would have surely fainted on the spot.
Harry was especially interested in the occupation called 'Chef'.
He loved food.
He loved making Potion's, how hard was it to change to make a meal?
He loved tasting what he created and seeing his father reaction, when he tried as a child.
Getting paid to shout order's, cook and eat, was like a dream come true.
His father seemed surprised to hear that he was interested in being a cook, Xander would have thought Harry would choose something animal related but it seam's, even Harry couldn't stand smelling like a Zoo every time.
They both looked into what a Chef required and Xander hired a personal cooking instructor who would come four times a week, every time Harry had a holiday, until his final year where he would be accessed to get his diploma.
This was the only way Harry could get one, without dropping out of Durmstrang.
Harry was very surprised when he introduced to a very strict Franch women, who's first assigned him to cut onions, into fine chunk's in under 30 seconds, if he failed, he would have to do it again, which resulted in him cutting through a dozen or so onions with mere seconds, to allow his eyes away from the onions.
He had to do this with his back straight all the time without slouching once.
And when the day was over, she dumped him with an assignment, to make a dish that she couldn't smell the onion but could taste it.
By the end of the day, he was sure he never wanted to see another Onion for a very long time but he know the world didn't work like that.
The only good thing about it was, when he made a dish, he had lots of people to taste it on.
For some reason, his father was never around when he wanted him to try his dish after the first few tasting's and eventually the servants disappeared as well, at the mention of his food.
Harry had seen way too much cartoon's to not know what was going on and when he tried his food himself, he quickly rushed to the toilet where he spent two hours in there.
No wonder nobody wanted to taste his food.
But with practise he was sure he would get better.
But Harry had to wonder...
How much punishment did his stomach have to go through before his skills improved?
Before he know it, the school year was over.
And scene!
Next chapter, Harry becomes a second year and Eva becomes a first year. With new teachers, new curriculum and nothing illegal in the building, the new year school is a breath of fresh air for Harry and his friends, who can truly enjoy their school year. Review/fav and follow.
P.s. the next chapter, will be the chapter Albus Dumbledore finally makes an appearance.