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Chapter Two – Hogwarts
Leo Rosier was the top of his class at The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He had undergone a more skilled than usual preschool magical tutoring and loved books from a young age. He grew up near a small muggle village in France and rarely left the small cottage where he was raised by Elaine and Luke. The small cottage had a library that was expanded with magic. It was filled with every book imaginable from muggle literature to books on advance magic. His love of studying and knowledge made him a target for some of the bullies at the academy. However, his bravery and quick dueling skills kept himself from harm. Soon everyone left him alone for fear of his skill with the eat slugs cruse, which was a pretty nasty one causing one to throw up slugs for about 10 hours. Also, when Remus Lupin was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at the academy during Leo's second year, he taught Leo how to produce a Patronus charm. Leo showed interest in them after seeing his cousin Dora produce a full body one the summer before. He had practiced and practiced the spell until he was finally able to produce a lion as his Patronus.
The summer before his fourth year he heard about the Triwizard Tournament taking place at Hogwarts where he knew his twin brother Draco attended. He'd been reading about the Malfoy family, his true family, since he was old enough to read the Daily Profit. His father had served as a governor on Hogwarts board of governors up until the end of their second year of school. He wanted to meet his brother and see how much the two of them differed because of their living situations. He'd been told by his beloved cousin and aunt that Draco was raised under the burdensome expectations of British Pureblood society. Leo couldn't help but wonder if Draco was anything like the bullies he'd encountered at school. How would his slightly older brother treat him upon meeting? He knew that if he did manage to meet Draco at Hogwarts, he would have to keep the truth from him, and go with the cover story he repeated so much that he almost believed it himself. The resemblance between him and the young Malfoy heir had led to questions even at the Academy. He had to explain how he was distantly related to the young heir, and he wasn't sure why the two of them looked so much alike.
He begged, "Elaine, please let me go with the rest of the visiting Beauxbatons students to Hogwarts this year. I want to meet him. I want to see what my life would've been like had things been different. I have to see. Please let me go."
"We'll have to speak with your aunt and uncle. They've only taken these precautions to ensure your safety. They fear that the Dark Lord is gaining strength. His followers, sadly we're sure that includes your father, have made themselves known at the Quidditch World Cup," Elaine's eyes filled with worry as she gazed upon the young boy she and her husband raised as their own.
"I'll floo them," he jumped up and ran toward the fireplace. He soon stuck his head through and called from the fireplace in the Tonks' living room. "Aunt Dromeda, Uncle Ted, Cousin Dora, is anyone home?"
His aunts caring face appeared before him, "Leo darling, why are you flooing us?"
"The Triwizard Tournament is taking place at Hogwarts this year and since I'm the top of my class I've been given the opportunity to attend and watch. I asked Elaine if I could go, but she said I had to speak with you and Uncle Ted. I know you don't want my family to figure out my existence, but I can speak in a thick French accent and pretend to be only a distant relative. You know that tongue tie curse prevents me from accidently sharing the truth. I just have to see him. I need to see what my life would've been like if my father wasn't a bloody nutter."
Her warm brown eyes filled with concern, "Leo, we want you safe. We don't think you should take the chance."
"Aunt Dromeda, you know how skilled a wizard I am. I'm the top of my class for a reason. I'm one of the youngest wizards to produce a full body Patronus. I learned it a year before Harry Potter did and he's destined to defeat the dark lord. You know I want to meet him as much as I want to meet Draco. He's Cousin Sirius' godson, right?"
"Yes, and Harry would be a great friend and ally for you to have," she sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. "I guess as long as you promise to stick to your story and befriend Harry Potter, we'll allow you to accompany your fellow students to Hogwarts this year for the tournament. Of course, you'll be too young to participate, which is a good thing, but it should be a wonderful experience for you."
"Thank you. I'll go let Elaine and Luke know. I'm so excited," he tried to contain his fits of anticipation, which he wanted to exhibit by happily jumping up and down. He skipped from the fireplace and gushed, "Aunt Dromeda says I can go."
Leo decided to do a bit of light reading, which entailed Hogwarts: a History as he sat in the flying horse drawn carriage with the rest of his fellow students. He was the second youngest student to accompany the seventh years to the Triwizard Tournament. The youngest was Gabrielle Delacour who was attending with her older sister Fleur. He thought Fleur was the likely candidate for their school's champion. She was so brave and pure of heart. Of course, she was the perfect champion to represent their academy. She and her sister we also gorgeous but that was due to their Veela heritage, but for some reason he never fell to their enchantment. He couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was Veela in his linage as well. It would explain his similar appearance to the Delacour sisters, his immunity to their enchantment, oh and it would also explain why he seemed to have a similar effect on females. He smirked as he continued to read about the great hall at Hogwarts and his mind traveled to Draco. He couldn't help but wonder if Draco had the same lady problems he had. Leo couldn't help but muse that things were probably worse for Draco since he was the only Malfoy heir, and money seemed to talk.
He looked out the window as they approached the Hogwarts castle. The tall blue topped towers appeared out of the fog. He gasped at the beauty of Scotland and the castle pulled at his heartstrings. He couldn't help but wish he could've gone to this school. If his father wasn't the horrible man he was, he could've grown up in Wiltshire with his twin brother, and attended Hogwarts. He couldn't help but ponder which house he would've been sorted into. He looked at the houses and the characteristics they valued. He chuckled realizing he probably would've been sorted into Gryffindor for his courage and loyalty or Ravenclaw for his intelligence and wit. Part of him wondered if it would be Gryffindor because his name Leo was the lion constellation after all, and he was as brave as one. He was after all a part of the same house as Fleur, which was known for both courage and knowledge. It was almost a combination of both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor houses at the academy.
They soon landed and he put his book back into his undetectable extension charmed bag and slipped it over his shoulder. He walked through the front doors following his fellow students who were all dressed in their light blue silk robes, as the girls blew kisses at the male students. He couldn't help but shake his head as he noticed the glazed eyes and dreamy expressions Fleur and Gabrielle had on the males. He made eye contact with his mirror image and noticed he was just as unaffected by the part Veela girls as he was. He smiled at the stony faced Slytherin, before turning his attention to the other tables.
He took a seat next to Gabrielle at the table reserved for their academy as the Durmstrang institute students marched into the Great Hall. Leo recognized the Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum and couldn't help but wonder if he'd have the opportunity to meet him as well. He was the seeker for his house Quidditch team, so he easily looked up to Krum. He couldn't help but realize he had the seeker ability in common with both his brother Draco and Harry Potter.
After Professor Dumbledore finished giving his speech and Fudge gave the rules including the one where the tournament was only open to those of Wizarding age. Leo stood up and approached the Gryffindor table. He knew he was probably going to alienate himself from his twin brother, but he didn't want to take the chance of Draco figuring out why the two of them looked so alike. He knew they were identical twins and since Draco was just as intelligent as he was, he would probably consider the possibility, however there was no evidence and thus he'd have to accept Leo's story. " 'ello I wanted to meet zu. I'm Leo Rosier and I'm uh 'ow'd yoo zay Zeeker for my équipe de haus. I like meeting ozer Zeekers."
Harry furrowed his brow, "You know I'm a seeker for my house team?"
"Oui, yoo were ze youngest Zeeker in 'ogwartz 'iztory. Ze information added to 'ogwartz: a 'iztory newizt edition," Leo nodded his head. He really hated using his thick French accent and feared he'd lose it since he was surrounded by those who spoke English clearly.
The brown haired girl to his right smiled, "You've read Hogwarts: a History?"
He nodded, "I wanted to learn about ze school, I'm 'ow'd yoo zay top de me year?" He really hated how stupid he sounded speaking to native English speakers with his damn French accent. "I zorry, I've 'ad enough of zis." He pointed his wand and muttered the translations charm though he didn't need it. "That's so much better. I'm sorry but sometimes I hate not being able to communicate effectively with other students. I sounded like an idiot just a moment ago."
The girl shook her head, "You didn't. I can understand how difficult it can be to communicate in a different language than your native one. Though I'm impressed you can perform a perfect translation charm. How old are you?"
He smiled, "I'm 14 years old. I got to accompany my school mates because I'm the best in my year. They extended the invitation to me and Gabrielle who is the top of third year, and well her sister is likely to be our academy's champion."
The red head boy on Harry's other side looked nervous, "I don't mean to be rude but you look too much like Draco Malfoy for me to trust you."
Leo shook his head, "You know, I get that a lot. Would you believe me if I said I've never met him, but that we're distantly related? You see his grandmother on his mother's side was my grandfather's cousin. So, that might explain why we look so much alike. It's quite annoying actually. I guess it's a good thing I live in a different country. I couldn't imagine how much worse it would be if I lived in Brittan. I can tell you I'm not anything like him, well from what I've heard."
The girl held out her hand, "I can tell that Leo. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way."
Leo took her hand and kissed it, "The pleasure is mine."
A cold voice sounded over his right shoulder, "I wouldn't kiss that if I were you. You wouldn't want to be contaminated by a filthy Mudblood." The voice sounded a little too much like his own except filled with disdain. It caused shivers to run through Leo as he knew he could've turned out like the horrible boy behind him.
He slowly turned around to meet the steel cold gray eyes belonging to his older brother, "Zat zis not something one zayz in civilized conversation. I'm always 'appy zu meet those wit great intellect. 'Owever, wit ze way zu speak I question yours."
"Do you know who I am?" he crossed his arms.
"Oui, zu are ze prat zat people mistake me for," Leo raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "I believe yoo name zis Draco Malfoy. 'Bad Faith' or zis it just raised mean and heartless, especially if ze insults zis lovely lady because of her linage."
"Why do you look so much like me?" Draco furrowed his brow.
"My name zis Leo Rosier, yoo figure zit out, and if yoo can't zen perhaps yoo should ask yoor mère. I'll give yoo a 'int Druella Black nee Rosier, she waz yoor relative, non?" Leo walked away from a stumped Draco and three curious Gryffindors. He knew meeting his twin brother didn't go as well as he'd planned but he really was a pompous jerk. Leo had hoped there was something redeeming about Draco but his look of disdain, and his hatred laced voice quickly made Leo realize his brother was past saving. Leo was once again thankful he wasn't raised by his spiteful parents. He sighed as he bumped into a black eyed professor with long stringy black hair. He muttered, "I'm zorry professor. I need to watch were I'm going."
The man raised an eyebrow and attempted to enter his mind. Leo rolled his eyes, "Zorry professor but yoo zee I'm not an open book. I'd suggest asking before attempting to invade a student's mind. I'm sure my 'eadmistress will not be 'appy wit yoor attempt. I'm Leo Rosier by ze way." He held out his hand to the professor.
The man took his hand and grumbled, "Professor Snape."
"Ah ze current teacher of potions, non?" Leo found out quite a bit about Hogwarts in the book he was reading, "But I'm zure yoo'd do well as the Defezse Against the Dark Arz. Me favorite professor of that zubject taught here last year, no? Profezor Lupin?"
"Yes, that werewolf was unfortunately a teacher here last year," Snape sneered.
"Ah I zee. Dere muzt've been some 'ow'd yoo zay bad blood between yoo? I'm guessing zomething going back az far az first year at 'ogwarts. 'e waz friendz with Jamez Potter, non? You're childhood rival, non?"
"You seem to know a lot about things you shouldn't know, Mr. Rosier. Also the fact that you're skilled at Occlumency at such a young age is both fascinating and bothersome. Something tells me you're not who you say you are," he mused.
He shook his head and quickly casted the translation charm, "You see professor. I don't understand why you're so suspicious of me. Who would I be other than Leo Rosier? You can ask my headmistress. I have been going to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic since I was eleven. Is it really that hard to believe that I, the top of my year, would've master Occlumency? Perhaps I was sick of people mistaking me for the ever so proud Draco Malfoy and trying to get into my mind to determine why I was hiding. Maybe that was the reason for learning it. You're not that trusting of a person are you, professor?"
"You're wise beyond you're years Mr. Rosier, but don't think you know anything about me," Snape snapped.
Leo muttered, "No, I can't tell you've loved and lost. Perhaps that's reason why you're so sour." He turned around and walked away from the potions master. He determined his stay at Hogwarts was going to be an interesting one.
A/N: So this was just an idea I got. I have to admit I use the translation charm only because I find trying to type in a French accent very difficult as I never studied that language. Sadly my Spanish and German studies cannot help me there. I'm making Leo who Draco would've been had he been raised in a more heroic environment, also he seems to have evolved into a male version of Hermione.