Harry had just finished his classes for the day. He had settled into the school life, like a fish to water. He knew everything the teachers were explaining and so he had lots of time to think over his days on the schools famed grounds.

He had just been caught naked coming out of the shower, and already he was being dragged around by his roommates. They showed him round all the shops that were held on campus grounds and gave him the little tid-bids of information that would help him throughout his stay at the academy.

They taught him about the different groups that Medri-Mekai held, some with an exclusivity status, others that wouldn't accept certain races. However unlike the wizarding world, they did not discriminate. These groups held reasons for not allowing certain people in, some held royalty of a race who's ever watchful bodyguards mistrusted everyone except their own, or they would not accept people due to health concerns. An example of this is them not having the ability to do what the group was formed for; like the group specially formed to allow sirens that were trying to control their singing voices so they didn't knock out or kill people, this would pose a most hazardous safety concern for all others in the academy and so they were left alone to control the gift magic had given them.

Harry had warmed to all of his roommates. Stella and Alyss held a special place in his heart, he however had never felt such a thing before and dismissed it as friendship closer than those he had previously held.

If you were to see him strolling down a corridor lazily as was his common practice, you would usually find one of the two or both by his side, showing him the different wonders of Medri-Mekai academy of the arcane arts. In the few days they had spent together Harry and Malacore had eased into an unsteady but sure friend like relationship. She although usually the more mature of the group teased him about his little (as she liked to call it)… un scared body, he usually just batted these comments aside and told her to wait and see when he got older.

Harry's teachers, to the discomfort of many of the older students at the academy, soon realised Harry was breezing through all workloads they gave him. Whether it be a foot long essay with practical explanations and a presentation of said skills or a fifteen foot essay, he completed them before their due date and it was not uncommon for him to ad little variations to the spell to increase either its potency, its effect or change the spell entirely to do something else.

They decided the advanced classes 2 up from his current ones would still not challenge him and so they decided on an uncommon teaching method. He would go to any lessons he decided he wanted to, just like all the other students. However he would go to the classes he decided would challenge him and not what the teachers decided would, like they did for most of the other students roaming the walls of the gigantic building.

Harry's workload still never fazed him; he continuously had time to go about any business he wished. He had in the two weeks he had officially become a student at Medri-Mekai started his negotiation plans with many of the other races. He being the saviour of the many slaved veela girls, had become an icon in the veela's eyes, little to his knowledge their queen was trying to get an audience with him.

His immediate negotiations however were with the reclusive wood elves, who usually didn't show themselves to any, let alone the most intrusive of the lot of magical beings; wizard kind. He had started off by introducing himself to the elves he had seen from distance controlled the groups. From them the others had grudgingly accepted him on tepid terms.

Although mistrusting of him, they still told him about their elven homes high in the densest forest hidden by powerful magic's long since lost to the world even to the elves that had lived within their boundaries for millennia. They told him stories of the different factions of elves, how they were inter-connected in many ways and yet different. They also spoke of the richly decorated terraces they built high in the tree's that had now become traditional, was once used as a last defence before an enemy reached their homes.

From this, Harry became one of only a few, who the wood elves entrusted the secrets of their kingdom, or what little they were allowed to tell anyways. He gleaned extra information through talking to other around the school, but nothing that could be proven without asking one of the elves. Certainly something he didn't have the chance to do.

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A month had passed since Harry had took his trials, his friendship with his roommates continued to blossom, while others he had made had waned through his lack of contact with them. He had, so to speak spread his butter over too much toast and so his potential allies were once more becoming more reclusive around him. Shattering endless flattery and smooth talk he had applied to be able to enter many of the groups.

'how very Slytherin of me' he snorted to himself 'he wished he could see his parents faces when they realised how Slytherin like he could be after all they were gryffs storming into danger without a thought, lucky to not destroy not only their lives but many others. He revelled in the thought of them paying the price for neglecting him. He after all was not the shadow of the girl who lived, no matter how much they believed so.

Harry had finally got everything he now needed for his lessons within the academy from the shops scattered around the surrounding areas. Although they didn't compare to the things he bought in Diagon alley they were very much so good quality, if not better. They just didn't have the names to go with them, after all who had ever heard of Cauldstall Cauldrons. If he went searching for the same item in Diagon alley, of the same quality and for the cheap price he had paid, he would be unable to find one. Not only with it being cheap but with the added logo's a named brands he knew he would of spent way over top galleon for any item bought there.

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Harry had now spent 4 months within the hallowed halls of Medri-Mekai academy. He had gained a reputation of being the most magically advanced person of his age and race ever, even faster than Merlin who had supposedly went through Medri-Mekai as well. His muggle skills however needed work as well as the other skills he could learn from the other races around campus.

He had started learning to control his body and emotions from the veela, even without an allure, they taught him to control his innate animalistic emotions and how to control his mind. He would never be susceptible to their allure, even though it didn't affect him before hand; they enforced this and made it stronger than any other they had seen practiced in the art.

He also took lessons on etiquette required by the other races; he after all didn't want to make an interracial disaster when meeting with other races outside of neutral ground, as was Medri-Mekai. His plans to his knowledge, at the moment were none existent. He had not made any real connections within the other racial circles. Unknown to himself however, he had made himself known to a race, a race who owed him a very great dept.