A/N As promised, The next chapter is here! I'd like too take a moment to wish you all a happy Thanksgiving! Life's still busy, but I'm still working on it! And remember fokes, the more reviews the harder I work! They don't even have to be good ones either!
Well, On with the story!
We're here!" Artanis said happily as he busted through the door. Startling the three mutants inside, "So anyway, I yelled Swiss cheese and ran to hide behind the couch…"
Harry stared at the walker in silence as the mutants exchanged confused looks. "And what exactly does that have to do with my having two wands?"
"Wands?" Now it was the Planeswalker's turn to look confused. "I thought we were talking about why I can't play hide and seek…"
Even crickets would've been stunned at the resulting silence. The professor, after noticing his newest student reaching for his wands, quickly drew his attention. "As interesting as that conversation must be, I believe we have more important matters to discuss."
"Right!" Artanis clapped his hands and grinned. "Namely Potter's misguided attempts against Ms. Grey…"
"SHE'S NOT MY MOTHER!"
"Which is why I said misguided."
"Perhaps you should explain your reaction?" the professor interrupted. He wasn't in the mood for a loud, stupid argument.
Harry instantly shook his head only for Artanis to shove him into a chair that suddenly appeared. "Talk or I will."
Harry was shocked to find he was actually considering the immortals ultimatum! "She died." The others looked at him for a minute before he sighed. "The only memory of her I have is her dying to save me...when I woke up in that hospital place and saw her I freaked…."
Artanis nodded quickly. Then suddenly he frowned and glared at the boy. "And?"
Harry sighed. "She went into my head! I felt it! Riddle and his lot have done that enough for one lifetime. Thank you."
"Jean?"
"He was panicking! I just wanted to calm him down…"
"So you tried to force me to calm down and talk about my mother?"
"Ya that seems like a bad idea, even to me…" Artanis muttered.
The professor nodded "Maybe you just need to start over? Harry obviously needs to accept that you aren't trying to be his mother, and Jean needs to realize that her powers aren't going to solve every problem."
Harry frowned. He never was one for feelings or inaction. The young woman however nodded almost instantly. "Yes professor."
"Good. Now Jean if you could excuse us, we must discuss Mr. Potter's training."
The girl nodded and quickly left the room. Artanis instantly broke out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked.
Artanis instantly stopped "She didn't even ask how you noticed her, let alone pushed her out."
"And why is that funny?"
The Planeswalker shrugged and Harry's head landed in his hands.
"Ok, so about the training…"
"So for the rest of the week you have training with Logan and Masters in the morning." Artanis said. Harry nodded reluctantly. He'd rather not train with the annoying girl but if it would help. "Than you have afternoons to do whatever you please." The boy nodded again. He'd probably spend that time reading the guide book that Artanis gave him. "Of course this weekend is the memory upload. Then you can start going to school during the day and train in the afternoon." He sighed and reluctantly agreed. Nothing he said could get him out of high school…He almost missed Hogwarts. "And at night you can have wild our of control parties where you can flirt with Masters and dance to strange music."
Harry nodded again. He could almost hear the great hall now. The constant noise, their was suddenly a hushed moment as he returned back into the room... "Wait what??"
"Aha!" Artanis shouted as he pointed at the young teen. "You were nodding and agreeing!"
"I was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was Not!"
"Was…"
"Artanis!" the professor interrupted. "Please act your age!"
"Uh…You want me to act like the highly deformed rock like remains of the corpse I would have become had I not transcended into immortality!"
Silence filled the office before the professor sighed. "Go back to your experiments."
"Yes sir!" The walker snapped a salute, and then he was gone.
"I'll be lucky if I'm still sane when this is done…" Harry sighed.
"Mr. Potter I've known Artanis for a few years…you'll be lucky to survive till the end."
"…That's not exactly helpful professor." The wizard said softly. "I know Harry, I know…"
Harry ended up wandering the institute, trying to avoid the other students, especially Rain and her friends.
"Not as good as butter beer…" he muttered as he took a drink from a bottle of root beer. Eventually he had found himself in the kitchen; it was a habit he had started to develop during the bloody tournament.
'Bamph!' Suddenly a blue elf appeared in front of the fridge. "Hi Harry!"
"Hey Kurt." He didn't even look up. Living in the magic world kind of killed his reaction to things appearing randomly.
The mutant grabbed a soda and walked to the table only to drop into the chair opposite him. "You're really not afraid of me…" He sounded surprised.
Harry shook his head. "How was the date?"
"It was great. How bout yours" the elf smirked.
"Don't ask…" He completely missed the date part of the joke.
"That bad?"
"I stunned Jean and ran…" Harry pressed the cold bottle to his head. Even thinking about the mind reading caused him a headache.
"What happened after I left!?" The elf asked in shock.
So Harry told him, well minus the magic parts of course. It was a short story because he was only at the mall a short time.
Somehow the boys found their way to Harry's room. The blue mutant ended up on the bean bag at the foot of the bed while the young wizard lounged out above him.
"So he yelled squritle into the phone only to nail me with an acorn…" Both boys broke out laughing.
"So what's with the sword?"
"I found it" Harry said with pride.
"You found a sword?"
"Well I AM from England…"
"So what…that's Excalibur then?"
"Yup, that's Excalibur, I'm actually the king of England and everyone has to do what I say!" Harry struck a regal pose.
Their eyes met before they dissolved they dissolved into laughter again. They'd been at it for an hour. The sun has set, much earlier and it was getting late. But what was winter break for besides staying up late…
"So then what's with the giant fang?"
"Came from a really big snake."
"How'd you get it?"
"Killed it with the sword."
"Really? Why?"
"It was trying to eat me?"
"A snake tried to eat you?"
"Well it was a REALLY big snake…"
"Are there a lot of giant snakes in England?"
"Well…"
'Bang!' The door flung open as Rain, Tabatha and Amara walked in. Apparently Tabatha decided to blow the door open for some reason.
"I'm gonna have to fix that aren't I?" Harry muttered. It wasn't locked.
"There you are!" Rain growled, "Finally found you!"
"Didn't know I was lost."
"I should go…" Kurt muttered. "Night Harry…" Bamph and he was gone.
"You ditched us at the mall!" Tabatha accused.
"Didn't know I had to tell you where I was going."
"We were worried…" Amara muttered.
Harry paused. He hadn't expected that fear and anger, sure he has dealt with it at Hogwarts every week…but worry and fear for his well being? Only Hermione showed him that… "I'm fine…"
"Obviously" Rain shouted. "What the hell happened?"
Harry looked away. "I don't like people messing with my head. I guessed I freaked out and my m…My powers lashed out…" Luckily no one had noticed his small slip...
"But why did you run?" Amara asked.
"You looked scared…I…I didn't want you to be scared of me…"
Silence deafened the room. As mutants they understood, they hid their powers so the rest of the world wouldn't be afraid of them. But his reaction was extreme… the result of someone who already faced that reaction. Someone who didn't want to face it again.
"Idiot!" Rain said as she rammed her foot into the bed. The boy looked up confused. "Like we'd be afraid of a runt like you!"
"Hey!" Internally he grinned. So, at least they didn't hate him. "I'm not that small!"
"Even I'm bigger then you!"
"Did you just call yourself fat?" Tabatha asked.
"No I didn't"
"I think you did…" Amara added.
"I did not!"
"You did" Tabatha laughed.
Harry sighed. It was gonna be a long trip.
'Shink'
Logan shot up in bed, glancing around frantically and claws at the ready. Slowly sleep fled from his body forcing the last remnants of his tortured dream back to the dark recesses of his mind. Shaking his head, he groaned. It had been a long week.
It wasn't that the boy was hard to teach. Hell he'd never had a more eager student. That magic of his was incredible, not that he'd admit it, and the boy had a good head on his shoulders. He was probably the least athletic person, Logan had ever taught to fight. Under-fed, malnourished and almost no muscle mass made for a wizard who could throw fire but couldn't move furniture.
The boy was quick, surprisingly so considering his physical condition. His reflexes were almost as good as Logan's, but it didn't do much good if Harry couldn't jump over the troll's club. Without the proper athletic training it wouldn't matter how quick he reacted.
Since his first showing, the young wizard hadn't done nearly as well with the simulation. He'd been crushed with that trolls cannon twice, stepped on once and in his last attempt, the troll sat on him.
He was persistent at least, always trying his hardest, but Logan suspected that the program had learned faster from him then he had learned from it. Then there was Masters.
Logan was starting to think the two were destined to fight. They hadn't had a single session that didn't end in a fight. If Chuck hadn't told him to teach them together he would've refused to let them near each other. As it was he was getting tired of dodging energy blasts and spells.
"And if that runt changes my hair color one more time…I'm gonna have to shove those sticks up his…"
Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned. It had been a long week and he needed more sleep, but of course Artanis had made sure to wake him up nice and early every bloody day! That stupid stereo thing started blaring the same time every morning and every time that annoying DJ came on with a snide remark and a annoying song dedicated by one of his former friends of course. He assumed that was Artanis's fault as well.
After waking up, he'd have a quick breakfast with Kurt before a homicidal teacher dragged him off to fight giant monsters. He could've done with out THAT similarity to Hogwarts."
Training sucked. He couldn't think of a better word for it and even that didn't seem good enough. Logan had him exercising to near exhaustion. He'd said that he'd never seen a person with such power in such bad shape. Was it his fault that Hogwarts didn't have a fitness class? Hell not like he had to be in shape to play Quidditch. Flying required no strength and catching the snitch was easier than raising his wand. Now if he was a beater, than he'd be in shape."
Than there was that bloody simulation! He hadn't beaten that troll since the first time. Hell, the monster actually had the nerve to knock him over and sit on him! He blamed, Artanis for that too.
Of course training was followed by a fight with Masters. The girl infuriated him to no end! She had the nerve to insult him after each loss. Yet she hadn't even tried it herself! He was pretty sure Logan was getting tired of their battles too…or at least having his hair color changed every day.
After that he would have lunch with Kurt. Then he would spend the afternoon hanging out with the blue elf and the psycho trio, as he had started calling Tabatha, Amara, and Rain, though he hadn't called them that to their faces. Than he'd find some diner (turns out the group meal was a Sunday thing), he then would head up to his room and study that book.
That stupid Planeswalker book was another source of frustration for him. He'd been working on it for a week and had only learned one spell! True it was a healing spell that fixed bruises; this made the training a little bit easier. He planned to ask Artanis about it, but the bloody maniac hadn't shown up since Monday. He'd tried calling him, that is why he had been given the cell phone after all, but all he had gotten so far was a voice mail message saying that the walker was busy. Well actually it said he was in the middle of a highly dangerous experiment that would destroy everything if he was interrupted. Harry assumed that, to the insane Planeswalker, everything literally meant EVERYTHING. Seemed like a good reason not to disturb him…
Suddenly Harry froze. Today was the day that he to let some mutant put memories in his head. He sighed. The idea of letting people into his head freaked him out. He wouldn't normally let the professor do it, so the man had taken to sending Kurt with the messages.
Harry shook his head and climbed out of bed with a yawn he began to get ready for his day.
"If this brain thing doesn't work I'm going to kick Tanis'…"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One Week Earlier, With Artanis~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"WEEEEEEEE…" Artanis cheered as the world twisted around him in a blur.
"Commander." A man interrupted. Artanis' chair came to an abrupt stop.
"Yes Captain?"
"We have reached the target plain and are ready to cross into solid space." said the Captain.
"Very good captain" Artanis rose to his feet. Saluting, the Captain turned and stepped to his post on the bridge. "Proceed with the operation."
"Aye Commander. All crews to their stations! Prepare for transition!"
The ship's lights suddenly shifted, dimming drastically. A faint shudder ran through the ship as the command crew braced themselves. Artanis smirked as the screens suddenly filled with pictures as they left the Æther.
"Report!" the Captain shouted.
"All systems report optimal sir."
"Very good Captain. An exceptionally smooth transition."
"Thank you Commander, and let me be the first to welcome you to Tier 17841 Earth."
"Thank you Captain. You may proceed to the target."
"Aye Commander. Engines to 50 percent, bring us about 27 degrees, make for the target.
Artanis hummed softly as the ship quickly made its way unnoticed through the sky. The ship's Captain remained calm, trying to ignore the soft sound. He never understood the Commander's desire to hum pirate songs all the time but he had worked with walkers long enough to know not to ask.
"Captain, we are 40 miles from the target area. 5 minutes to arrival."
The Captain nodded to the navigator. Then turned to the walker. "Everything is set Commander."
"Perfect" Artanis muttered. "We have two targets, and a week to find them. Our reports show that they are hidden in this city, but we are unsure of where they are. Prepare the unity for a…"
"Captain we've intercepted an emergency call from the city!"
"Let's hear it." Artanis told the Captain who nodded.
"…zzz…We've lost containment! I repeat this is the virus is…zzz…we've lost containment and it's…zzz… the city is being over…zzz… we need…zzz… Oh god bar the…zzz… No No Aim for the…zzz…Grahhhh Help." The message dissolved into static.
The bridge sat in stunned silence. Slowly they turned to the Planeswalker. He frowned.
"That will complicate things a bit…" The Captain nodded. "If one virus is free the other may disappear in the chaos. Captain, order the ground unit to get their armor on and remind them of the mission the parameters" The walker turned to walk away.
"Commander, if I may ask, where are you going?"
The walker glanced back and smiled, "I'm gonna go play of course!" with that he vanished.
The Captain sighed and shook his head. "Tell the ground crew to prepare the Lander."
"Aye Captain"
"And tell them…Welcome to Raccoon City…"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back To Normal Time Period~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Where is he?" Harry muttered as he stood beside the professor.
"He'll be here soon; he has been on a delicate assignment all this week."
Harry smirked "Normal excuse than?"
Xavior smiled "He uses it every time, no matter how long he's gone…"
"That's because it's always true." Artanis said as he appeared in front of them.
"Is that your blood?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Blood?" Artanis looked down to the blood stains on his robes. "Nope!!" He said cheerfully as he faded from view, only to appear perfectly clean. "I don't bleed."
"Then whose is it…"
"Shall we go then?" Xavior interrupted. He didn't want to hear what Artanis had been up to all week.
"As you wish" the walker stepped forward and a placed a hand on the wizards shoulder and another on the professors chair. Then the group vanished.
"I'll never get used to that…" the professor muttered, looking a bit greem/
"That was better then a portkey." Harry said happily.
The walker grinned "Come, come, we have a mind to alter!"
Harry's smile died as the group moved towards the house that he had only just realized was there. He really didn't want to have to do this.
"Oh, Mr. Download! We have a job for yewww!" Artanis shouted.
The door opened and a normal middle aged man glared out. "Stop yelling you immortal idiot, I already knew that you were here."
"How'd you know that?" The walker sounded surprised.
"I was looking out the window, waiting for you." The walker raised a hand "and before you ask, yes I knew you were coming. You called and told me so at the beginning of the week."
The walker pouted as the others laughed. Download quickly led them inside. "So what am I doing?"
"We need you to get Mr. Potter up to date in school and technology." Xavior said.
"Give him some logic lessons too and some culture stuff!" Artanis added.
"Wait, why?" Harry asked.
"Well the logic should stop you from trying to fight hordes of soul sucking monsters again. The culture lessons should help you fit in better, and keep people from getting suspicious."
Harry frowned. He didn't have much choice though. He needed these "Lessons" if he wanted to avoid problems.
"How good do you want it?"
"Might as well go for the best. Straight As all around and see if you can work in some advanced studies in there too." Artanis said was a nod.
"Advanced studies?" Harry asked concerned. He didn't want this to be any more complicated than it had to be.
"Physics, Calculus, and others. The more advanced the better you can understand it and the better you can use it for your "Powers"." The professor explained.
Harry nodded. Hopefully that would make that book easier to understand.
"So erase and replace or add and blend?"
"Huh" Harry asked.
"Erase, what's there and replace it or add in new memories and blend them so they don't conflict but so you can still draw on both?"
"The second one!" Harry said quickly.
"Ok, did the immortal idiot tell you the risks?"
"He said it would knock me unconscious." Harry admitted.
"Good. You may also have a headache when you wake up. It's a bit like a hangover actually."
Harry nodded "Ok, I'm ready."
"Good" the man raised his hands and pressed his pointer fingers to the boy's temples. "Enjoy!"
Harry blinked before the world suddenly went black. With a thump he collapsed on the couch unconscious.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kindergarden~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"…Wait wait wait don't pull out the bottom block!" A small, dark haired girl cried as she tried to slap his hand away
"Why shouldn't I?" Harry said as he reached for the wood cube again.
"It'll fall if you move it!" She said pouting, hands on her hips.
"So?" he asked, glancing at her.
She paused for a moment before her hands fell. "I don't want it to fall…"
"We can't build a new one till we knock this one down." He grinned.
She giggled "you just want to knock it over."
"So?" He asked again.
"Do it."
He wrapped his small fingers around the block, gave a sharp pull and…
"It didn't fall…" The girl whined.
Harry frowned, and looked at the block tower in front of them. "It should'a fallen over!"
The girl glared at him "Liar! You said it would fall and we could build a new one!"
"I didn't lie, it should'a fell!"
"Liar!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Fine, than why don't you knock it over!"
The girl smiled sweetly before reaching out and smacking the tower. She laughed as it crumbled to the ground. "Ok let's build it again!"
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~First Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"This is too hard!" A small, dark haired girl cried as she tried to understand the paper in front of her.
"No, it's really easy!" Harry said happily as he breezed through the work.
"Well you're just nerd; of course it's easy for you!"
"So that mean's you don't want help?" He asked, frowning.
Suddenly her eyes watered and she pouted "Pweeese Harry! You know you want to help me. You don't want me to fail do you? Pweeeeeeeeeese?"
Harry's eyes widened as he glanced around the class room. He didn't want anyone to know he'd made a girl cry! "I'll help, I'll help!"
She smiled sweetly "I knew you would!"
The young boy sighed as he pulled his chair closer and leaned over the table to see her paper. "That wasn't fair…"
"I know" Her smile grew.
"Ok so let's take a look…What are you having trouble with?"
"This one here, I can't figure it out. It's too hard!"
Harry sighed "Ok see, the problem is you're forgetting to add the second 7..."
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Second Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why would anyone want to learn division?" A young, dark haired girl asked as she pushed a tray past a cafeteria lady.
"In case they ever had to evenly break something?" Harry suggested as he grabbed an apple from a basket.
"You're such a nerd Harry." The girl shook her head as she took a hamburger.
"So are we sitting together today?" The boy asked, a small frown flashing across his face.
"Sorry Harry, I can't. Allia and the others don't like it when I hang out with you…" She didn't look at him as she handed the cashier her lunch card.
"Why do you always listen to them?" He asked his frown growing.
"They're my friends Harry. I don't want to make them mad." She took her tray and walked away.
"I guess I'm not than…." He muttered as he took his own and walked a different way.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Third Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I hate long division!" The dark haired girl groaned as she stared at the paper on the desk before her.
"Deal with it" Harry muttered as he flipped his own paper over, and started on the questions on the back.
"What's your problem!?" She snapped, glaring at him.
"You're annoying" He snapped back. "You're always complaining but you never bother trying to figure it out your self!"
"Fine! If you're so smart you figure it out!"
"I already DID." He smirked at her disbelief.
"If it's so easy, why don't you show me how to do it than!"
"Ya right. You just want me to do it for you!"
The girl frowned, looking away. She didn't think he'd catch on so quickly. Suddenly she got an idea and slowly turned back to face him. Her eyes glistened with tears and a pout adorned her lips. "Please show me how Harry…You don't want me to fail do you?"
The boy glared, before picking up his bag and paper and turning away. "Do it your self!" He stormed away, a shocked girl staring at his back.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Forth Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Wow Harry you're really good at this!" A boy said as harry ducked a rubber ball.
"No sweat!" He called as he caught another ball and chucked it back. A loud ping and an exclamation of pain made him smile.
"You did really well at catch too, remember" Another boy said, only to get hit in the leg. With a frown, he glared over the line and stormed off the court.
"I thought you were just a big brain." The first boy said with a laugh.
Harry shrugged. "Guess I can do both!"
Both boys laughed as they ducked under a trio of balls.
"Doesn't help much, our teams all out!" The boy said only to get hit in the chest. "Sorry Harry! Kick their butts!"
Harry waved, only to duck as another throw flew at him. "Aw look guy's Potter's all alone!" He was met with laughter from a group of kids, all holding balls across the gym.
"That's so unfair…." He muttered as they all took aim and let loose. With wide eyes he darted to the side, and fell to his knees, sliding across the gym floor. To everyone's surprised the barrage of rubber slashed through the air behind him. Grabbing a ball he jumped to his feet only to come face to face with a familiar dark haired girl. Both kids raised their hands and let the balls fly…
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fifth Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mr. Potter, I don't understand why you refuse to move up a grade." The teacher stated, looking over the boys file.
"I'm happy here sir…My friends are all here…" The boy muttered.
"If you were to move up a grade or two, I'm sure you'd find the work more interesting, and you could always make new friends."
"I like the friends I have sir…"
"Mr. Potter, you must understand. You've already finished this year's work, and from what I can tell, you've done most of next year's as well. You have a gift, Harry, and you should nurture it…If you don't you'll continue to be bored while I teach your class mates…"
"I know sir, but I don't want to be anything special…I don't want to leave my friends…" The young boy glanced across the room, and briefly met the eyes of a dark haired girl before she looked away.
"If that is what you want Harry…"
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sixth Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You ever notice that the lunch room is basically a map of social segregation?" Harry asked the boy next to him as he looked out at the cafeteria.
"I know what you mean man, it's like the whole room splits up into little groups that never notice the other people around them." The boy answered, a faint German accent barley audible.
"What the hell are you two talking about?" A third boy asked in confusion.
"Their saying that our fellow class mates are segregating them selves and don't even notice." Their forth companion, a girl with long busy hair answered.
"What do you mean?"
"Well look at us" Harry spoke up. "To the rest of the school we're the social outcasts, the kids that don't fit in anywhere. The Smart kids over there don't want us cause we don't flaunt our intelligence. The jocks don't want us cause we won't join their teams. The popular kids because we won't worship them. It's all a giant map of who hates who."
"Aw but we all know Harry doesn't hate them ALL" The German boy said, nudging him. "He's always had a soft spot for…"
"Shut up" Harry interrupted, nudging him back. "I told you not to bring that up!"
"Aw wittle Hawwy got a cwush!" the boy teased, as the other boy laughed. The bushy haired girl shook her head. "Leave him alone guys, you know how he gets…"
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Seventh Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"It's hilarious!" Harry said from his perch on top of the stairs. Below him and his friends, the school kids enjoyed their lunch period.
"I can't believe you actually said that Harry!" The bushy haired girl said from her seat on the step below him.
"Why should we censor anything we say?" Their German friend asked. "I'd of said it too, if it had been me."
"Ya but it wouldn't of been you! You don't pass the classes you sleep through, I do." Harry grinned.
"That doesn't mean you had to tell the teacher he should ask smarter questions if he wanted smarter answers!" The girl said, trying not to laugh. She failed and soon all three were laughing, drawing a quick glance from a nearby teacher.
"Oh look the popular girls are fighting again!" The boy said, pointing to the drama below.
"Looks like one of them is trying to usurp the rule again" Harry said absently as he watched one girl yell at another. One stood with her back to them with most of her "friends" on her side, while the other stood with only a pair of girls on hers.
"Will they change leaders this time?"
"Doubt it" the girl answered. "Usually they need overwhelming support to take control. That usurper doesn't even have half. See, she's already been beat down. She'll be a rumor on the bathroom wall by the end of the day."
Harry sat in silence as he watched the girls move away from the "usurper." Said girl stood there alone, crying as the other girls took up insults against her. Looking through the jeering group, his eyes met those of a familiar dark haired girl…
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Eigth Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Harry, try these pants on!" The busy hair girl cried as she shoved a pair of dark, loose pants into his hands. The chink of metal striking drew his attention to the surprisingly heavy clothes.
"Why did I ever agree to this again?" Harry asked.
Next to him, his German friend shrugged. "You lost that bet fair and square."
"It was a simple mistake! I misjudged the angel of reflection by barley a degree!" Harry whined.
The girl's head popped around a clothing rack, her tongue sticking out. "You also failed to take into account the slight flaw in the lens. Your guess was over a foot off!" She laughed.
"Oh don't brag! You were only an inch closer than I was, you probably didn't consider any of those things either!" Harry frowned.
"You still lost dude" The boy said, as he looked out the store into the mall. "Hey check it out; the pop chicks are swarming again!"
Harry looked up to see the group of girls was almost literally swarming a pair of shoes on display at the store across the mall. "Why do they do that? It's not like that's the only pair they have…"
"Maybe it is" the boy smirked. "We've never been in that store before, maybe they only have the shoes they put on the floor, and they expect the customers to have a battle royal for them. Maybe they tape it and sell the videos!"
Harry laughed quietly as he watched a girl finally wrestle the shoes from the others. He met the eyes of the dark haired girl, before she looked away to celebrate her victory.
"Oh Harry try on this shirt!" His bushy haired friend said.
"I don't really like that band…." He muttered, turning to look at the shirt. "What about that one there?"
"Aw but Harry, please? For me?" She pouted and fluttered her eyelashes.
He caved, instantly. He always did, and she knew it. "Fine…I'll try it on, but only because it's you Hermio…"
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ninth Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Harry, mate, that's a nice coat. Where'd you get it?" His blue haired German friend asked.
"My guardian gave it to me" the young teen answered. "He thought it looked cool….I'm serious, that was his entire reason." They both laughed.
"Well it's true. And it's not like he's ever steered you wrong…" The girl next to him added. She turned to look at him and her bushy purple hair blocked her eye. "I need a hair cut…" She muttered.
"Will you three shut up!?" The girl in front of them snapped, as she turned to glare. "We don't all have computers for brains! Some of us have to actually study this shit to do well!"
"Aw what's wrong?" Harry asked as he met the dark haired teen's glare with one of his own. "That time of the month already? And here I figured you'd be on those pills by now, what with all the attention we hear you get."
His friends laughed as the girls face filled with anger. Before she could snap, the teacher stepped up behind her. "Mr. Potter. If you and your friends are quite done, would you be willing to explain why it is the Nazi's lost the war?"
"Of course ma'am!" Harry said happily as he met her accusatory stare. "The Nazi's lost because their leadership was over-zealous and aggressive. Their strategy did not have a retreat planned, and thus crumbled under the allied advance. Not only that, but they also made the mistake of trying to fight a war in the Russian winter, a strategy that has proven numerous times to be suicidal. Add in the fact that they were fighting a war on all sides, and it's fairly obvious the reason they lost the war…"
"And what is that reason, Mr. Potter?" The teacher asked, already regretting her decision to call on the boy. He'd already shown that, as far as he was concerned, he was smarter than her. She wasn't entirely sure he was wrong about that either…
"The simple fact is that the Nazi's lost because their Japanese allies grew impatient and attacked the United States before the Nazi's were ready. In attacking the US, Japan insured that a major power would now be directing their entire strength against their small island nation, so the Nazi leadership had no choice but to declare war on the nation attacking their Allie. This in turn, pulled half the American strength against them, which in turn made all the previously stated reasons come true." The boy grinned at the silent class, and frustrated teacher. He winked at the fuming girl in front of him before leaning back in his chair.
"Right, well class, as Mr. Potter was so nice to inform us…."
"Damn Mate, that sure shut her up." His German friend muttered.
"Was there ever any doubt?" Harry asked. "Tisk, tisk, never doubt the master, Kur…."
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tenth Grade~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Harry?" A soft voice asked.
"Look, for the last fucking time, Mountain Dew is better than Coke!" Harry snapped at his blue haired friend.
"Blasphemy!" the teen snapped. "How dare you believe such a thing….How dare you claim it!"
"Harry?" The voice asked, a bit louder.
"I claim only the truth! I know it's hard to accept, but the sooner you do the sooner you can get that pathetic soda out of your life and accept the Dewy goodness!" Harry said back.
"I'm not hearing this!" The boy answered. "Not hearing this Na Na Na Na Na Na Na…"
"Harry!" The voice snapped, a fist hitting the table.
"What's up?" He asked, turning to face his bushy haired friend.
"Look" She pointed to as table across the room.
As one, the three teens turned to watch the action taking place at the popular girl's table. Across the cafeteria, several other students did as well. One of the girls was standing, arms waving as she argued with another girl, and behind the animated teen stood the remaining PopChick group, supporting their belligerent new leader. As Harry and his group watched the seated girl broke into tears as the other girls laughed. The group walked off to claim a new table, shooting glares at the crying girl before laughing.
"Guys…." Harry muttered as he watched the dark haired girl cry.
"Harry…" the girl whispered, turning to look at her friend.
"Go for it mate." The German boy said.
"He's right Harry…We know you two were close…" The girl agreed.
"Thanks guys…" Harry muttered before rising to his feet. Around him the room went silent, until the entire cafeteria was silent. It wasn't everyday you got to watch a member of the self proclaimed "Chaos Knights" actually get involved in school politics, especially their leader. He walked slowly, head held high as his leather trench waved softly behind him, the blood red "Prince Of Chaos" shown in the poor lighting across his back. Every head in the room, be it nerd or PopChick, they all turned to watch this almost historic event.
Silently he reached the table of the crying and apparently oblivious girl. "Hey…" was all he could get out. They'd been friends all their childhood, and she had dashed it all for popularity. They had fought for years, they hated each other; it was a school fact as tried and true as the smelly kid and the sweaty girl. And yet, after all that, he couldn't think of anything to say. Was he really that pathetic?
The girl looked up and her blood shot eyes grew wide. "H…Har….Harry?" She stuttered out. He couldn't blame her. She knew he should hate her, she'd ditched him after all, and she'd been in on most of the teasing and insults. If he had to guess, she probably thought he was there to make fun of her. The thought had crossed his mind.
"You ok?" he asked softly, so the silent room wouldn't hear. It actually worked too, and for once he was glad the school had sprung to echo-proof the room.
Afraid to speak, the girl shook her head. Whether out of fear for what he might do, or if she was just so depressed she didn't care if he knew, didn't really matter.
"On your feet" he ordered.
The girl blinked and stared at him, tears streaming down a suddenly confused face. "Wha…"
"Get up, let's go. You sit with us now." It wasn't a question either. At that moment he'd decided, he could torture the school till the end of the world, but this girl…No his friend, had been tortured enough. He was the prince of chaos; his friends were the jester of insanity and the mistress of confusion. It was about time they had a princess….The Princess Of Anarchy.
Obediently the girl rose, and almost like a puppet, followed him back to his table. He gave a small wave and she sat silently next to the bushy haired girl. "Hi" she muttered and the girl held a finger to her lips.
"I dub thee, the Princess Of Anarchy!" With that he raised both hands, gave the finger to every student in the room, and sat down. He barley flinched as the roar of gossip filled the silence he'd left. "Sorry it's on such short notice, but we'll be sure to get you a jacket soon….After we add some color to that hair of yours…"
"Harry…" the girl whispered, in surprise and happiness. Her sad tears had disappeared, and were replaced with happy ones. Harry was surprised to notice that, even if she hadn't been smiling, he still would have noticed the difference.
"Shut up" he said with a grin. "Just….Welcome to the group Rain…."
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"ARTANIS!" Harry shouted as he bolted upright, a blanket crumpling around his waist. The couch gave a soft creak of pain before accepting his sudden shift.
"WHAT!?" The walker shouted back, a foot away. Behind him the professor and the strange mind mutant burst into the room.
"What the fuck is up with these memories!? Why were they in them!? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO YOU BLOODY SHIT FACED WANKER!?"
The walker met his glare with a smile that would of scared the devil him self. "I take it, it worked than. Very good."
A/N Well there ya go fokes, let me know what you think! Oh and anyone who can find the secret hidden in the school flashes will win a flashy and realtivly cheep prize! Get out there and re-read it and leave me a review if you think you got it! First person who tells me what it is wins! Alright, well I'm off to start work on chapter 8, Keep reading!