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About the math question, they don't teach math, ormost thingstaught in normal schoolsfor that matter, at Hogwarts except in arithmacy and possibly potions. Arithmacy, if memory serves, is an elective and therefore not compulsory. And then there's the math that is relevant to sciences, which wouldn't be taught cause it wouldn't be related to magic.

Last Chapter.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at the muggles. "The choice is not yours to make."

"And neither is it yours." All eyes turned to the doorway and the beautiful boy with long black hair who was closing the door behind him, his gem-like green-rimmed gold eyes regarding the wizards with what could only be called distain.

The older wizard's icy-blue eyes lit up and a grandfatherly smile appeared on his ancient face as he moved towards Whisper with his arms opened as if to hug him. "Harry, my dear boy! We were just telling your relatives that you had been accepted into my school. The very same school your parents attended."

The same gold-green eyes coolly regarded the man as he got closer, making no move to get closer or further away for the approaching stranger. The only difference was the gold in his eyes pushing the green back even further, which was something Vernon and Petunia used to measure his temper. The more prominent the gold, the more irritable or angry their nephew was.

The eyes blinked as he turned his gaze towards his uncle, ignoring the old man in front of him, causing a stir of irritation in the man's aura. Whisper met his uncle's eyes. "Do you wish for me to attend this school?"

Vernon was caught and terrified by the gold eyes ringed with only a sliver of green, but shook a negative despite the primal fear that stirred within him. This reaction was not missed by either the black eyes of the dark haired wizard nor the pale grey ones of the wizard with the purple turban. It went right over the head of the old man.

The boy turned back to the man before him, disinterested in anything he had to say. "Then I shall not be attending your...school." Whisper put a great deal of doubt behind the word.

The old man smiled indulgently, his eyes twinkling. "I am afraid that my school is the only school in the country that is still accepting applications and your application to St Peter's School for Extraordinary Gentlemen was cancelled by accident. So if you wish to continue your education, and by law you must, the only option you have left open to you is Hogwarts."

Whisper curled his lip at the name and stared at the entirely too smug old man scornfully. "Someone obviously neglected to inform you that I'm a genius. Therefore, I always have a back-up plan in case something like this occurs. St Peters wasn't the only school I applied to. I have already been offered a position in several other highly acclaimed schools outside England. So you see, it is no great loss for me, rather the opposite as it offers me the opportunity to study in a whole new culture. All I need to accept a position in one of these schools is my legal guardian's signature."

Whisper turned his gaze back to his uncle and raised one impeccably naturally shaped eyebrow.

Beneath the fear in Vernon's eyes, there was a flicker of petty glee at there ironic twist that an eleven-year-old had out-manoeuvred a man at least seventy years his senior and had had the wizarding world dancing to his tune for most of it. Vernon nodded his agreement.

Whisper turned back to the old man, his Fox Smile Mark II: 'Fox In The Hen House'™ firmly in place. "Then it would emerge that your attendance at this juncture is superfluous. Furthermore, in regards to your proposal, I am disinclined to acquiescent your request."

At the perplexed expression on the old man's face, Whisper's Fox Smile Mark II was upgraded to Mark III: 'Forget The Hen House, I Found Where You Keep The Orphaned Lambs'™. "Means 'no'."

"Now see here, young man-!" The old man spluttered.

"No." Was the Fox-Child's only reply as he dismissed the old man and turned back to his aunt and uncle, who were relieved that the gold had regressed back to only a fifth of the iris. "I do believe we have a party to get back to."

Whisper turned and padded back inside.

The party had broken up several hours ago, and the Dursleys and 'Harry' were hashing out the details of which out of country school their nephew would be attending. So far, it had been decided that Whisper would be given a laptop with internet connection to help Dudley with his school work, he would get his own mobile phone, an allowance of five hundred English pounds a month and he would be staying with a host family. Really all that had to be sorted out was what school he would be attending. It took Vernon and Petunia Dursley nearly three hours to actually ask Whisper what school he wanted to attend.

Whisper gave them his best unsure-but-game innocent smile. "How 'bout Meio Junior High? I hear Japan's nice this time of year."

Less than an hour later, the application form was faxed away and Youko was howling with laughter at a disgruntled Whisper as Petunia all but smothered him with affection.

In an unnamed room in Reikai, Luck was considering herself lucky that Fate and Destiny were still chewing out their little and only brother, Chance, and Fortune, having given up on her three younger siblings, was watching America's Funniest Home Videos in the corner.

Luck wasn't always as dumb as she was made out to be, she just did it to see the looks on the other's faces. Only Chance had an inkling of Lucks true nature. Hence the reason she was able to inconspicuously slip a Life Programme back into place without the others noticing.

A Life Programme labelled 'Hatori James Potter/Whisper, Suichi Daisuke Minamino and Youko 'The Fox Thief' Kurama'.

Glancing around the room, Luck frowned as she realised her…mildly unstable twin, Irony, was nowhere to be found.

Come to think of it, where the hell was their cousin, Hope?

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