End of the Summer - Theory of a Deadman
Its the end of the summer
But we'll see it all again
So hold on to this moment till then
Its the end of the summer
Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, genius of the muggle world, and an occassional ball of childishness, was preparing to go to finally attend school. He sat in his office glancing around the room he had spent months in. Now he was going off to school to learn something he had never even considered until he met Mr. Fairfax.
"Sarah can you believe it? I get to learn magic!" He exclaimed happily to his secretary.
"Yes Mr. Potter, but before you leave today the Senior Partners want a word." She told him solemnly.
Harry's bright green eyes widened, "What? Why?" Harry's palms began to perspire in fear.
Sarah shook her head, "I don't know boss."
"Very well, I'll head up there now. Have the car ready when I get down. All my stuff is already in it." Harry informed her and then meekly walked out of the office to the elevator. He pushed the buttons as he had before and then made his way to the Partner's waiting room. He walked in the room and almost instantly heard the secretary's voice.
"Mr. Potter, they are expecting you. Please hurry in." The older looking women motioned to the door.
Harry nodded and stepped into the room. This time he heard 4 voices arguing. He couldn't understand much of what they were saying but his name kept coming up. "Mr. Harry James Potter, nice of you to take time out of your oh so busy life to bother with us!" A scathing voice said out of the abyss.
"What have I done to offend?" Harry asked.
"It is what you havn't done!" Responded the scathing voice.
"Now, now do not be too hard on the boy. He had his reasons." Came another voice.
"Reasons to disobey us!?" A third voice demanded.
Harry breathed deep, swallowed hard and then inquired, "What is it I am being accused of?"
"Disobeying our orders to go to Hogwarts!" The scathing voice hollered.
Suddenly the voice from the first meeting calmly spoke up, "We have learned that today instead of taking the Hogwarts express you are taking the floo to a different academy of magic."
"If I may explain…" Harry started.
"You damn well better!" The third voice yelled.
"The Headmaster of Hogwarts seemed to be after me for a different reason than education. I do not believe I would have been capable of learning there." Harry said quietly.
"He is the reason we sent you there!"
"I must not go there…I need an education to harm him. Wouldn't it be better if he does not know my magical capabilities?" Harry tried to assert reason into his argument.
A growl came from one of the voice and then spoke up, "Very well, your last option is to go to this other academy but when the opportunity presents itself to visit the Hogwarts campus you shall do it… or else."
Harry sat there unresponsive.
"Did you hear me!" The voice demanded.
Harry gulped, his eyes darted to the floor and ceiling before he responded "Yes sirs. I understand and respect your decision."
"Next time you make a choice like this, remember, we are your bosses and even if we do not hold your life in our hands we do hold your job and future job possibilities!" All four partners said at once, "Dismissed." They hissed at him.
Harry walked out of the room feeling afraid, rebuked, and slightly victorious. He took the elevator down and caught his ride with Sarah. He said nothing to her except, "Drive to the Cauldron." Upon arrival he and Sarah moved his stuff into the Caludron where he approached Tom the Bartender.
"'Ello Mr 'Otter what can I do fer yah?" Tom asked.
"I need to use your floo." Harry pursed.
"O' course Mr 'Otter right this way. Where yah goin'?" Tom led him down a hallway to the back of the building.
"School." Harry said blatantly.
"Yer goin' to King Cross? " Tom pressed as he took floo powder down from a very old looking fireplace. Tom held up the powder as Sarah came up behind them and handed Harry his belongings.
"No." Harry said simply, "If you don't mind I would like some privacy Mr. Tom. I am going somewhere password protected." Tom eyed him like he just turned into a hydra but nodded and curtly left.
"I'll miss you boss." She said all teary eyed, "I'll send forward you all your mail with an owl."
Harry nodded and smiled slightly, "Thank you Sarah, I'll see you at Christmas." He hugged her tight. Then he walked into the fireplace and held onto his belongings. He flashed her one more smile and then through some powder down and shouted, "Vox Academy Fate!" Then in a blink of an eye Harry was gone and the fireplace was simply full of dust.
Harry landed in a main entrance hall. A tall black man with golden robes on started shouting at him, "Keep it moving you don't want the next person coming in to land on you do you!?" Harry blinked and moved out of the fireplace quickly.
"And you would be?" Harry inquired.
"Professor Desmond. I teach transfiguration plus I am the head of the house of Gold" Professor Desmond smiled, "and you would be?"
"Harry Potter sir… I'm a first year." Harry said and looked pretty nervous.
"Well then Mr. Potter keep walking until you enter the hall, take a seat and wait to be called. You will be read and given to your house in there."
Read and given? Harry thought to himself. What odd use of words. Harry kept walking down the hallway until he entered a huge hall full of many students. The hall had dozens of round tables spread out everywhere and house banisters. At the front of the hall was a large pedestal like seating area. At the head of this seating was a older looking boy perhaps 16 or 17 who was wearing a crown. The boy wearing the crown had robes of gold with a red crown on the back. Beside him were various other boys and one girl; each of them wore a star pendant.
Harry took his seat quietly and waited as more students filed in. Finally the boy who wore the crown stood up, "Hear ye, hear ye." The boy said and cleared his throat, "I am King Paul the Third. I welcome those of you returning to another year within my Kingdom. To those of you who are new here there are some things you must understand. I am the King and there is only one whose rule goes above my head, which is Headmistress Rosenberg. However the Headmistress will not deal with anything unless it is dire. For those of you not used to a hierarchy you are to refer to your betters with utmost politeness. You will earn your place, it shall not be handed to you. As such may the reading begin." King Paul nodded to the headmistresses who began to call names.
"Garret Anderson" She called. A small boy with blonde hair timidly approached the headmistress. She glanced at home and mumbled a spell. Suddenly he glowed a bright red. "Ruby." She stated and then waved him off.
It went on like this until; "Harry Potter!" was called. Harry approached trying to look confident and cool.
"Good day Mr. Potter." She whispered and then mumbled the wandless spell.
Harry was quickly enveloped in a darkness which wrapped around every atom of his being, "Onyx" shouted Headmistress Rosenberg.
Harry then was motioned to move back to his seat. As he moved his ropes sucked the black color in and wrapped around the edges of his robes. His robes then changed until they were pure black. Harry grabbed the first seat he could only to have, "Oi, knave find your place. It tis' not here!" A young boy with purple robes and silver outlines told him.
Harry sheepishly walked away until he found the proper place to sit, among other knaves. These knaves had different colored robes; some were pure green, silver, black, red, and gold. These knaves ranged in age and some were even 17.
After the reading was finished Harry leaned over to an older knave with silver robes and inquired, "How does one identify who is of a higher status?"
"By their robes," The knave responded, "A single colored robe is a knave, like yourself." The boy motioned at Harry.
Harry nodded understandingly, "But what of the higher ranks?"
"The next rank is the Knight. He who is a knight has an emerald cross on his robes." The boy explained, "While the Lords have a silver outline on their robes. The Elite having purple outlines and wear star pendants. Finally the King, our highness, King Paul wears a crown and his robes are gold with a red crown on the back. The red crown shows before he surpassed the house system he was a member of Ruby."
"So do we dye our clothing every time we move up a rank?" Harry asked
The boy laughed, "Of course not, when you earn the next rank your robes change themselves."
"So why isn't everyone an elite after 7 years?" Harry's curiosity outlived his politeness towards the 7th year knave before him.
"When one person moves up a rank another in that rank moves down. Only 5 are allowed to be Elites at a time and they are in charge of one of the houses, even if they weren't part of the house in the first place. Only 1 is allowed to be King. Only 14 may be Lords. Only 50 may be Knights. The rest of us are forced to be knaves no matter how big the group. " The boy explained, "By the way my name is Evan Wilson. " The boy offered Harry his hand and Harry promptly shook it.
At the end of dinner each Elite stood and introduced themselves. The first wore silver robes with purple outlines and said, "Good evening I am Elite Jasper Levinson, head of Diamond. Please follow me if you are Diamond." He then stalked out of the room, 10 knaves trying to catch up with him.
It went on as Elite Carl Neilson introduced himself as head of Ruby. Elite Christina Liam introduced herself as head of Emerald. Elite Warren McCarthy introduced himself as head of Gold. Finally, "Good evening new Knaves I am, Elite Benjamin Caesar, head of Onyx. Please follow me." Harry and 6 other knaves followed Elite Caesar to their rooms. Their rooms were on 5th floor. To access the dorm you simply had to touch the handle and it would read your aura. Your aura never changed and was what picked your house for you. Everyone in the Onyx room had a black aura.
"The only one without a black aura who can access this room is King Paul." Caesar informed them. "King Paul is the law maker of this school, do not forget that knaves. Do not forget that this school is unlike anything you've ever been to!"
The knaves were quickly dismissed to locate their 2 bed bedrooms and to go to sleep. The next day was promised to be an interesting one.
That night Harry recieved his schedule which read:
Harry Potter's Schedule
Monday:
Breakfast- 5:30-7
Transfiguration - 7:15 -9:00
Charms - 9:10-11:10
Dark Arts- 11:15-12:20
Lunch- 12:20 - 1:20
Potions - 1:25- 3:25
DADA - 3:30 - 5:30
Battle Magic- 5:30-7:30
Dinner - 7:35 - 8:35
Runes: 8:30 - 9:30
Bed Time: 11
Wednesday and Friday:
Breakfast - 5:30 - 8
Charms: 8-11
Lunch - 11 - 12
Dark Arts 12-3
DADA 3-6
Free Time 6-7
Dinner 7-8
Free Time: 8-11
Bed Time 11
Tuesday and Thursday:
Breakfast - 5:30 - 8
Transfiguration: 8-11
Lunch - 11 - 12
Potions 12-3
Battle Magic 3-6
Free Time 6-7
Dinner 7-8
Runes 8-10
Bed Time 11