AN: Okay, this was going to show up in the story later but several people have asked so I will point out. The snake gaveHarry survival training lessons. You took me at my words and didn't read between the lines. Yesmost of that was teaching Harry to steal, and run and jump and keep fit. But if at four or whenever it was he couldn'tread and at 11 he could...don't you think he'd have learnt from someONE? Or should I say thing?The snake taugh thim. And about him knowing how to interact with people...did no one read the part where I said Harry would be 'muggle-watching'? He knows how to interact with people because he's watched others do it. He knows how tomanipulate people, he knows how to lie, he knows how to get on people nerves...camping people all know how to do this. "Aww, come on! I didn't knock over your tent! You're being such an arsehole! Listen I'll give you ten buck to leave me alone and put back up your own bloody tent." The only thingI couldn't work out is him knowing how to handle money so well...but you'll let that slip won't you?#grins#
Disclaimer: Err, I guess I don't own the adorable little munchkin but then again J.K brought him to us at 11…he's four now…#rubs chin thinking before grabbing him# MINE! MINE! MINE! Muahahahahahha!
Rejected Runespoor
Chapter 22
His days were spent reading. The books from the second crate were Gray books. The other crate was Dark. So he hadn't touched it yet. If there was one thing he'd learnt from reading Gray Side besides that fact some wizards were whacked-in-the-head, it was that Dark magic was powerful. Very powerful. And if you plunged into it before you were ready it would drive you insane. So that was definitely not what he wanted to try first. He'd need to start Light. So he did and so far had read through Defense Against The Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration and Potions. Twice. He had the simple things like 'lumos' 'wingardium leviosa' and 'expelliarmus' down. He could do the simple match to needle, needle to match thing. He'd even branched out and turned one of his hairs into a piece of string. He then realized he should have got a couple of books from next year. Like Tranfiguration: Grade Two and perhaps some more Light Defense books. But he'd already started into the Gray out of curiousity. And he could feel the power. There was a light spell that didn't focus on your wand but spread around you by drawing magic from your environment. He'd done that in the secret room. Felt the magic being pulled from the castle, lighting up his little place. He'd found a fire spell that could only be used if something was being destroyed. A small piece of paper from one of his texts had made the fire flare but it had gone out immediately. That was a flame of destruction. It needed more. But he wasn't ready to give it. It was strange. He could already feel the itch for more. The parseltongue book. He wanted it…needed it like he needed air…too dark, not ready.
His snake herself was getting worried about him. Several days had passed without him leaving his rooms. Dumbledore was still popping up randomly but thankfully always when he was in one of the schoolbook in his rooms rather than the trunk. And he'd been talking to Salazar. Had told him why he needed the protection, which had strangely got him more with the warning to 'not get too deep'. He'd even gone back to talk to Severus. Professor Snape when outside his rooms. He hadn't told him about the books and magic he was getting into but the man was always looking at him strangely now and giving him cryptic answers when he asked about the Dark Lord and Dark wizards and anything he shouldn't really be asking about if he was going to be a good little Gryffindor. It might have something to do with his slightly worn out look? He wasn't really sleeping much. Too much reading to do. But he was healthy and a bit of a night owl from his nocturnal habits in the forest, it wasn't like a few nights up would kill him.
:You're doing too much.: The left head said flatly.
"Hmm?" Harry didn't looked up from on his bed where he was reading Minor Gray Hexes and Dark Jinxes, It was the closest he would get to Dark Magic right now.
:You're going too fast.: His mother said sadly.
:I have a lot to learn. Catching up to do.: He hissed looking up from where he was sprawled on the bed reading his book.
:The dark magic is calling you. But speeding up to get to it isn't healthy. You'll get magical burnout.:
Harry scoffed. :Please. I'm hardly doing any spells! It's more reading than anything.:
Potty glared up at him. :when is the last time you slept.:
:I don't need to.: Harry said off-hand looking back down to the book. :Leave me alone.:
:WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU LEFT THIS ROOM.:
Harry looked up with an arched eyebrow. :Fifteen minutes ago? I went to the bathroom.:
:Out of these rooms stupid. When? When you took us down to talk to Snake.:
:Snape.: Harry replied automatically.
:Four days ago.: The three heads hissed in chorus.
Harry blinked looking up from the book. :Really:
:Yes. And it's not healthy…: The snake looked confused as Harry suddenly got up with the book and went over to the closet. :Where?…:
:I was supposed to be done this book by now! I haven't read World History yet! And isn't it almost time for this school to start: Harry asked panicked.
:Harry…:
"Harry?" The snake and boy froze before a knock sounded out in the front room and Harry moved back into motion.
:Hell, Dumbledore! Go lay yourself in front of the door. Quick: He yanked open the closet and shut himself inside, pulling out his wand and muttering 'lumos'. He opened his trunk, wand in mouth and pulled out the fake bottom, dumping the book inside and putting back in the bottom just as Potty started hissing angrily outside. Shutting the trunk back with a soft click and rearranging the trash around it he stood with his wand and started picking out a set of clothes, calming his breathing.
"Harry!" The closet doors sprang open and Dumbledore stood there staring in with his wand.
"Oh, hi Professor." Harry gave a slight smile and continued looking through his clothes, a pair of underwear and a dark blue dress shirt over his arm as he searched out the black pants from one of the Armani suits. "You needed me for something?"
"Err…I just came to tell you that the…Welcoming Feast is tonight…" The man stepped back as Harry came out with his clothes.
"Oh yes. I know. Professor Snape told me." Harry laid out everything on the bed before bending to pick up an irritated Potty. :Thank you.:
:You owe me big time. He stepped on my tail: The right head muttered.
"Aww, I'm sure the professor didn't mean to step on your tail." Harry cooed to the snake shooting the Headmaster a grin. :Be sure to hiss at him on his way out.:
:Like I wouldn't: Potty slithered her way out after being replaced on the floor.
"You've been spending some time with Professor Snape."
"Potions sounds interesting and you did say practice my English. Last time your spell wore off I even managed to say a full sentence and only sound foreign instead of stupid!" He turned back to the bed, brushing down his pants and straightening out his shirt. "Yes so…err did you need me for anything else? I'm about to go take a bath and get ready." Harry gestured to the clothes on his bed. "Gotta do something with my hair."
"Uh," Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat, wiping thesurprised look off his face. "Well, just so you know what happens you'll be put in a side room off the Great Hall. It's near where the first years arrive. When you hear them out there just go out and blend in with them. Meet your year mates." The Headmaster smiled. "When you head in with Professor McGonagall and the rest of the first years just do as they do."
Harry nodded. "Yes Sir."
"I was getting worried about you." The Headmaster looked around his rooms slowly. "You haven't been around."
"Reading. Trying to get a head start on the other First years you know!" Harry laughed lightly. "Hey! You saw my lumos in the closet, didn't you? Tricky spell to get at first with a wand but it took me months to get it done wandlessly in the wild." Lie. It took him a week. And he didn't have to hold the magic on his finger like an idiot. It was just…around.
"Ah," The Professor's eyes twinkled behind his glasses. "Yes well I suppose it will be hard relearning all the things you know with a wand."
"Well besides the lumos and warming spell I haven't found in my books yet that's all I know wandlessly." Lie. He knew a few other spells…but he obviously couldn't tell Dumbldore that since they were Gray magics he'd been learning. "Besides just using my magic to repel of course." Harry laughed again.
"Well you are Harry Potter. You'll get it." Dumbledore smiled proudly. "Minerva will come to collect you in an hour or so. And I'm afraid you must leave your snake in your rooms."
"Of course Professor. She wouldn't like being in a room with all those people anyway." Harry giggled madly internally as Dumbldore's twinkle brightened and he bounced out happily.
:Idiot.:
AN: So like the couple of weeks have passed here from last chappie. His English has moved on slightly. Now to see how he handles crowds, other children, being in the limelight...
MY HARRY IS NOT VAIN!
J: #jamaican accent#De Nile 's noh jus' a riva 'n Eygpt...#cringes# my accent sucks arse...
And another thing...did I not mention Quirrrell sometime back? Twice? Once with a plot/story concerning line and another to enter him into the story? Someone seems to have forgotten HE IS VOLDEMORT for now. Voldemort has entered the story already...But I guess they want, you know, blatant Voldemort popped out of the back of Quirrel's head or something. Well that isn't happening for a while...But the other people who just want to see him enter in someway...the Feast is coming.
Oh and another thing speaking of 'me writing the feast scene' thing...i'm entering the TSS conest even though I can't get on the site...I'm writing the story right now and someone's gonna put it up for me but that brings up the point I won't be writing runespoor for the next four days...there's one chapter left on my comp...and that is technically supposed to go up tonight...would you guys mind horribly if I saved it til tomorrow? So well...it'll only be three days you spend without an update then.
#huggles all my readers# thank you for your support and I know you'll understand because you bunch overlegal-age will get to go to TSS and read my wonderfully slashy sev/harry...maybe I'll even win this time? Drarry isn't my thing anyway so...maybe that's whyI didn't win last year...#mutters under breath# though if I come anywhere under third place I'm going to feel really...ASHAMED!...do the betterauthors write Snarry or Drarry? Cyane writes both...Oc leans to Snarry...Becc is doing Snarry...but more people do Drarry...#doesn't know why she's killing herself thinking of all this since she's doing Snarry anyway...#
And I'm just spamming my own story right?...LOL...anyways...points down WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED! MORE ADS ON THAT COULD POTENTIALLY FREEZE MY COMP!