Harry of the Bloody Rose
When the letters arrived it wasn't Hogwarts that Harry found an invitation to, but another school. What will this do to our hero as a new life in a school for Assassins awaits him?
Hi and welcome to the next chapter of HArry of the Bloody Rose! hope you like it.
Chapter 4
Albus Dumbledore was extremely worried. Ever since Hagrid had come back from the Dursleys with news that his weapon wasn't there and had apparently been taken by someone, he had been trying desperately to find him. At first the old headmaster had thought that one of the other teachers had gone behind his back and collected to boy, but after questioning them and reading their minds with Legamancy, he had found that wasn't the case. The fact Harry was missing was confirmed when he hadn't shown up on the train or at the sorting. To make matters worse, his name hadn't been on the sorting list and was no longer in the Book of Names. That could only mean one thing, that the boy had been accepted into another school. If he had died then his name would have turned red, but still appeared in the Book.
The problem was that Dumbledore had no idea which school it was. Not one of his spies had seen the boy at any of the other schools for magic in the world. Well, except for THAT school, but there was no way Harry they could have got in touch with Harry with the amount of wards to keep them out the old man had put around the house. Unfortunately, the public was calling for him to find the BWL and the Minister was breathing down his neck. Dumbledore let out a sigh and popped another Sherbet Lemon, relaxing as the calming potion laced sweet went to work. At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened and emitted Remus Lupin. However, there seemed to be something different about the Werewolf. normally the man was dressed in extremely scruffy robes as, due to his status as a Werewolf, he was unable to find work, as well as looking tired, down and extremely ill. Now though, although he was still rather scruffy, he was dressed in a Muggle suite made of a strange material that Dumbledore had never seen before. He also looked much more healthy and his usually long, lank hair had been cropped short and was neatly slicked back. In fact, he looked positively respectable.
"What do you want Albus?" he asked, "Can we make this quick, I have a class in two hours and need to get back."
"A class? hes working as a teacher?" thought Dumbledore, wondering who would employ the werewolf to teach children.
"Yes, of cause," he said, grandfatherly twinkle on full blast, "I asked you to come here because I have bad news. I'm afraid Harrys disappeared from his relatives house."
Remus just looked at the old man for a second before sighing.
"Harrys fine," he said, "More than fine infact. Is that all, cus I really do need to go."
"You know where he is?" asked Dumbledore, leaning forwards and meeting Remus' gaze, "Where is he? He needs to come to Hogwarts, where its safe."
The old man dived into Remus mind, attempting to see where his weapon was hiding, only to bounce of a wall of steel.
"Stay out of my head old man," said Remus mildly, "I'm not the same person as the one you knew. And I'm not telling you where Harry is. He's happy and I will not let you take that away from him like you took his childhood. Goodbye."
The Werewolf turned on his heel and marched out of the room.
Harry was exited. He had been at Bloody Rose for a week now and today was going to be his first magic lesson, the one thing he'd been looking forwards to beyond anything else. The past week had been extremely exciting as well, with all sorts of new things to learn, but it was magic he was looking forwards to learning.
"Wow, you really are excited about this aren't you?" asked the blond girl sitting next to him. She was rather short and had long, blond hair that was partly pulled into pigtails with a lot left to fall down her back, and brown eyes. her uniform had been altered with a large amount of frills on the hems. The students at Bloody Rose were aloud to make alterations to their uniform, so long as there weren't too over the top and conformed to the basic style and colours.
"You bet, who wouldn't be excited about learning magic!" said Harry, bouncing eagerly on his chair.
"Good point," laughed the girl, before holding out a hand, "I'm Riko Mine Lupin, its nice to meet you."
"I'm Potter, Harry Potter," said Harry, taking the girls hand, "Its nice to meet you."
Rather than shaking the girls hand, Harry lay a gentle kiss on her knuckles, earning a slight blush and a giggle.
"Oh my, such a gentleman," she giggled.
"O-oh, I'm sorry," said Harry, swiftly letting go of her hand with a blush of his own, "I have no idea why I did that."
"No its fine," said Riko.
Further conversation ceased however when the door to the classroom opened and emitted the teacher, a tall man in a black suit and slicked back brown hair with grey strands in it, despite his young age.
"My apologies for being late," he said, placing his bag on his desk "I'm afraid I had a meeting and it ran over. My name is Professor Lupin and I will be your Combat and Defensive Magic instructor for the next seven years."
Lupin reached into his briefcase and pulled out a register, calling out each students name. When he got to Harrys though, he paused and sort him out with his eyes, before continuing. Once done, Lupin put away the register and started the lesson.
an hour later, the bell rang and the students began to file out. Before Harry could leave though, Lupin called him back.
"Yes sir?" asked Harry, a small spark of worry appearing in his belly.
"Calm down Harry, you're not in trouble," said Lupin, "I simply wanted to talk to you."
Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"What about sir?"
"I'm not too surprised you don't remember me Cub, you were only two when I last saw you after all," said Lupin.
Harry frowned as his words brought long forgotten memories to the surface.
"Uncle Moony?"
Remus grinned and nodded.
"Yep, I was one of your fathers best friends," he said.
"Can you tell me about him?" asked Harry, "I already know some things about Mom from Chifuyu, but she didn't know my dad that well."
"Sure, but that will have to wait," said Lupin, "Don't you have another class to get to?"
Harry glanced at the clock and yelped as he saw how late he was.
"Oh man, Mr. Loverts gonna kill me!" he whimpered.
"Don't worry, here, take this," said Lupin, handing Harry a note, "It will excuse you for being late. and come to my office on saturday. I'll tell you everything I know about your dad."
Harry took the note and nodded, before sprinting off in the direction of his next lesson. Harry reached the classroom within two minutes, crashing through the door of the classroom, interrupting teacher mid lecture.
"Sorry I'm late sir," said Harry, breathing lightly despite his run. One did not remain out of shape on Rose Island for long.
"You had better have a good excuse," said the teacher.
Harry handed the man the note and the man nodded.
"Very well, take a seat."
Harry nodded and turned to find an empty seat, seeing Riko waving at him from near the back. He headed over to her and took the offered seat, nodding his thanks.
"So what did Uncle Remus want?" asked the blond girl when the kids were sent off on their assigned work.
"Uncle?" asked Harry.
"Yep, Uncle Remus is my uncle," said Riko, "So what did he want?"
"Apparently he was a friend of my parents," said Harry, "They died when I was two."
Riko gasped.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said.
"Thats OK, you didn't know," said Harry, "I don't really remember them anyway."
The two preteens quickly moved onto less dangerous topics.
From there the day went on as normal, or as normal as it can in a school for magical mercs. At lunch, Harry dragged Riko to meet his teammates and, despite a slightly rocky start with Aria, the blond girl was quickly accepted into the group.
The weeks passed quickly, the summer turning to autumn and then into winter and not once did the teachers let up. When the weather was too foul to train outside, they simply took their sessions into one of the gyms or did it anyway. It was around this time, shortly before Christmas, that something happened. That something was Dumbledore finally finding out where Harry was.
"Are you certain Dumbledore, you've found Harry Potter?" asked Cornelius Fudge.
"Yes minister, I am certain," said Dumbledore for the fifth time.
"Then what are we waiting for?" asked the portly man, "Lets go get him and bring him back where he belongs."
"Is that really necessary?" asked Snape, a sneer on his face at the thought of James Potters spawn walking the halls of Hogwarts, "The brat clearly decided to go somewhere else, so why not leave him to it?"
"Now Severus, Harry needs to come to Hogwarts, its what his parents wanted," scolded Dumbledore lightly.
"Let us be off Dumbledore," said Fudge, "I want to be back before nightfall."
Dumbledore nodded and the Minister and Headmaster vanished into the Floo, leaving the potions master alone in the office. The man turned and swept from the room. What none of the Magicals knew, or would understand if they did know, was that there entire conversation had been heard thanks to the small object stuck under Dumbledore's desk with a flashing red light.
"I say Dumbledore, are you sure this is the place?" asked Fudge as the two men appeared on a paved path under a tree, "This looks like a Muggle school."
Before Dumbledore could answer, the sound of guns being cocked was heard as a large number of men in black combat gear and full face helmets, armed with assault rifles appeared from the surrounding foliage.
"Freeze, keep your hands where we can see them or we will fire," said one of the men.
"Stand down," said another voice before either of the two magic users could say something stupid and get shot.
Walking towards the group was the form of Glynda who had been sent by Ozpin to collect the guests.
"But Ma'am," said the man who had spoken, only to be interrupted.
"Its fine Dan," said Glynda, "As unconventional as their arrival was, the Headmaster is expecting them. I will take it from here, you gentlemen are dismissed."
The security forces saluted and melted back into the foliage and shadows around the area with ease. Glynda turned to Dumbledore and Fudge, her lip curling slightly.
"I demand to know what is going on here!" shouted Fudge, his face white, "Who were those men? What are Muggles doing in a magic school?"
"Those were the security force of Bloody Rose Academy," said Glynda, "And you were lucky I happened to be close by or you would have been taken to the Headmaster in cuffs. As for your other questions, the Headmaster will explain all. Follow me."
The blond woman lead the two magicals through the paths towards the main building that house the majority of the classrooms, along with the offices of teachers and administration. Along the way, the group passed a great many kids, some hanging around doing homework, others training. At one point, they had to step to one side to allow a group on quad bikes past, much to the shock of Dumbledore and Fudge.
"Dumbledore, are you sure this is where the Boy-who-lived is?" asked Fudge as they passed a sparring ring where a kid with black hair was sparing with a girl with long pigtails with swords, "It hardly seems like a fitting place."
"I must agree," said Dumbledore, watching as the boy was disarmed by his opponent and responded by pulling out a pair of firelegs, "I think it would be best to get Harry away from here as quickly as possible.
Glynda smirked when she heard that. there was no way in hell these two would be able to get Harry to leave. Not only would the boy protest violently, but the teachers would as well about losing their star student.
The group eventually reached the main building and immediately took the lift to the top floor which opened directly into Ozpins office. the room looked like it was inside of a giant clock, with a large amount of moving gears in the ceiling, walls and under the glass floor. even the furniture had a gear theme. Sat behind the desk, mug of tea in hand and a large amount of paperwork scattered around him, was Ozpin who looked up as the group entered.
"Ah, Glynda, thank you for bringing our guests," said the silver haired man, "Welcome gentleman, My name is Monty Ozpin, the Headmaster of Bloody Rose Academy of Magical Assassination and Espionage. I understand you're looking for one of our students? Mr Potter I believe?"
END! I know thats a bit of an odd place to end it, but this chapter just did not want to end and was getting a touch too long. Don't worry though, that just means that the next chapter won't take me quite as long to write. As previously mentioned, I have no intention of covering the first two years in their entirety and will be skipping through them. Please leave me a review on the way out!