A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating this sooner! Also, thank you so much for all the favs and follows. :) It makes me happy. :) But to be honest, it was the last coment that really kicked me to write. :) So thank you Elwolf. :)

Okay, so, have fun with this chapter!

Obligatory disclaimer: I own the Silver in eagle vision. Also the plotline. And I would so like to own Altair!

Part 3

"The Hat, I presume?" asked Altair.

"But of course, I mean, who else would it be."

"Good. So, where will you put me?"

"Eager, aren't we..." giggled the hat. Yes, giggled.

"I don't like to be the center of attention. And if Olivander didn't lie, I'm sure you already know why."

"Understandable, master assassin. So, where to put you... Any preferences?" the hat asked.

"Gryffindor?"

"Why there?" wanted the hat to know.

"There's a mystery there that I intend to solve. Though if you don't think I belong there, my second choice is Ravenclaw. There's another mystery there. Not as big, but mystery non the less."

"Ah... Both would work. You're smart, but also have plenty of courage. So... What do do with you..."

"Will you please decide?" Altair asked in a very innocent voice.

"And if I won't?"

"Do you fancy being shredded to pieces?" was Altair's reply.

"Eep!"

"Eep indeed," the assassin smirked.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat finally yelled and Altair joined the Lions at their table after discarding the hat back on the stool.

"Now that that is over, let me introduce some new profesors," sounded the voice of the headmaster.

Altair looked up, just in case.

"The first is professor Grubby-Plank who will be taking over for Hagrid, who is on an extended leave." He didn't go into details and Altair filed it at the back of his mind, promising himself he would get back to it when he had the time.

"Next is your new defense against the dark arts teacher. Please wellcome professor Dolores Umbridge," Dumbledore indicated to the pink clad woman. She gave Altair the impression of a toad. A very pink toad.

Then Dumbledore started talking about the new forbidden items and other school rules. Oh, and quidditch trials. Altair lost interest halfway through. He will go wherever he wants whenever he wants. And if he wants to remain unseen, he will. He was still wearing his white robes. They should word the letters better. Instead of purchasing the uniform, they should tell us to actually wear it, he thought.

His head snapped back to the head table when the pink woman interrupted Dumbledore. He didn't really care about that, but at least it was something out of the norm.

Umbridge then started talking in a roundabound way about how the ministry of magic is going to interfere with Hogwarts. And after her second sentence, he tuned her out and instead activated his eagle vision again. This time focusing solely on Harry, of course, noone knew that, since his hood was up.

And there it was again – the silver color that caught his interest. And held it in a vice-like grip.

And then the speech was over and the students were dismissed.

Harry was left alone after Hermione and Ron went to lead the first years to the tower. Well, at least they had given him the password. He was about to leave when something occured to him. The new guy, whose last name he just didn't remember and even if he did, he probably wouldn't be able to pronounce it anyway. The guy probably didn't know where to go.

Harry approached him. He was about to get his attention when golden eyes snapped up and locked with his avada kedavra green ones.

"You need something?" the man asked.

Harry was momentarily speechless, but regained his bearings soon. And then he spoke.

"Just wanted to ask wether you knew where to go..." he said quietly. "If not, I can lead you to the tower..."

"Thank you," a slight smile appeared on Altair's face.

"Come on then," Harry gestured for him to follow, a bit more sure of himself now.

They left the great hall and wnet up the stairs and then through the first of Harry's shortcuts – in order to avoid most of the crowd.

Altair followed the teen through a tapestry that led to an abandoned corridor. They walked through it and then through a wall!

"I take it these are some kind of shortcuts?" Altair decided to ask.

"Yes," the teen nodded. "This way, we can avoid the crowds and even get ahead of some of them," he explained.

Deciding to learn a bit more about the boy, he kept the conversation going.

"So, your name is Harry, right?" he asked with a conversational tone.

"Yeah, so what of it?" his tone was suddenly defensive.

"Nothing of it," replied Altair in a calm voice. "Just wanted to be sure I caught your name right."

"Oh, yes, you did..." Harry was suddenly flustered.

"If you thought I believed the Prophet, then no, I didn't. I have it on a good authority that Voldemort really is back. And those who deny it are idiots," Altair said, guessing easily what the boy was thinking.

This got Harry's attention.

"Whose authority?"

"I spent the last month with him. And I'm sure you know him."

"Um... Can I get a clue?" Harry asked.

"He has creepy eyes," Altair smiled at the teen. "And I'm not talking about Dumbledor."

They were standing in a corridor and talking. Altair could tell the boy was thinking hard. He leaned against the wall, another smile on his face.

"So, any ideas," he asked the teen after a while.

"None," Harry grumbeled.

"Most british wizards and witches meet him at least once," Altair said, giving the teen another clue.

Harry thought about it. And then it clicked.

"Olivander?!" Harry said. "You spent the last month with Olivander of all people?"

"Yes," Altair nodded.

"But..." Harry bit his lip and paused. Then continued: "How does he know?"

"I'm guessing he knows a great deal of things we have no idea about. Maybe he's a seer?" Altair suggested.

"Then let's hope he's nothing like Trellawney," grumlbed Harry quietly.

"Shall we continue?" Altair asked after several minutes of silence.

"Can I ask a question first?" Harry spoke. There was one thing that was bugging him.

"Ask away."

"Why don't you wear the Hogwarts robe?" Harry blurted. It was, in fact, not the thing he wanted to ask at first, but it felt rude to ask about his missing finger.

"Because the person who words the Hogwarts letters is an idiot," smirked Altair.

"Um... How so?"

"If they really want us to wear the uniforms, they should state so in the letters. Instead of just telling us we have to buy them, which I did. Also, I checked the rules, there's nothing about having to wear a uniform. It is suggested only. And during the time of the founders, there weren't even any uniforms to start with," Altair explained.

"Ah..." Harry nodded to Altair's explanation and then gestured for the man to follow.

"Also," Harry stated after a while. "I don't know your name?" He sounded embarrased.

"Ah," Altair nodded. "The professors only told my last name, right?" When he got a nod in response, he continued. "My full name is Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, but I suggest you just stick with Altair," he smiled.

And way too soon they reached the portrait of the fat lady and Harry told the password. They stepped through and Harry, after telling Altair where what was, went up to his dormitory, not feeling like staying down in the common room.

A/N 2: Thank you for reading. Reviews make me happy!