The year is now July 31st, 1991.
And I am sitting outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, a big cone of vanilla ice cream topped with sprinkles in one hand, and a wand of 12 and 1/2" inches thick, unyielding, laurel wood with a dragon heartstring core in the other hand.
I'm currently spinning said wand around the top of my right hand, using one of my cantrips, Mage Hand, to get the effect and keep it going even as I devour the ice cream in my other hand.
…
Give it a second.
….
"Alright, ALRIGHT! I give!" I smirk as the girl across from me suddenly explodes, her icy blue eyes latched onto me, half glare, half like she's trying to rip secrets out of my mind with a look.
"How are you DOING that!?" And she is, by the way. My grin only gets wider.
"Maaaaaagic~!" The scoff from the blonde across goes into a full-on pout. "You know, if you aren't going to eat your ice cream, I'll be happy to finish it for you Daph!"
Daphne shoots me another glare, practically begging me to try something before she goes on to eat her ice cream.
I wouldn't have anyways, I hate strawberries!
You know, Draco has long accepted that I screw around and do things that really shouldn't be all that possible, but Daphne here just seems to can't.
It's amusing as hell, and I'm going to continue teasing the little tsundere in the making until the end of the omniverse.
Now then, as for why we're here...well, we're finishing up school supplies shopping. In my case, I grabbed all the books on the Defense Against The Dark Arts list...
And read them all, flipped through all the pages under the guise of 'making sure they were the right ones' and came out with all the material stored in my head.
In fact, I already read all the books for the core courses, 1st thru 7th year. Got em all lodged in my memory under a section I mentally labeled 'library'.
Which is what I plan to make it anyway, right now it only holds a couple of dozen books worth of knowledge, but I fully intend on devouring all the books at school, then going across the world and devouring as much knowledge as possible.
[Mental Prowess II] makes it so I need only a couple of seconds of glancing at a page – not even reading it – to commit it to my infinite memory.
So, I've got all the book knowledge of way too many spells lodged in my head, next thing to do is practice, practice, practice.
Preferably on Ron during Dueling Club.
Daphne was here to get her wand, a 10 and a 1/2", slightly springy, alder wand with a unicorn hair core.
You know, usually a bunch of 11 year old's really shouldn't be out here by ourselves, and normally that would be true...Daphne's parents are under the assumption that my father is here right now.
Really, one Petros Xenakis is off challenging Arthur Weasley and the Brown Family Head to a Wizards Duel. Why?
He thought it was funny.
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My father in this life isn't a bad parent, I promise you, more like...absent. He's still under a Greek Wizard mentality and has been raising me as such.
Turns out, Greek Wizards are...uh...out there? Yeah. Let's call it that and move on for now.
My mother has been raising me like I'm a part of a British wizard family, you know, etiquette and all that. Just without the bigotry and hatred against literally everyone else.
Unfortunately, I take a bit more after my father in that regard, and I already caught wind of Draco's father complaining to my father about how I'm spreading 'barbaric behaviors' to his son and heir.
My father then proceeded to laugh in his face, and threaten him with a Wizards Duel for calling me a barbarian, and when he didn't respond due to the shock at the blatant disrespect, my father just walked away.
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Yup. There's never a dull moment back home.
Now then! The main reason as to why we're sitting here eating ice cream and not heading home is because I know that today's the day a certain Boy-Who-Lived is gonna stumble out of Gringotts down the street...
Eventually.
I haven't seen him anywhere else, and Harry should stand out like a sore thumb with his hand-me-down clothes and such.
And even then, the jolly half-giant Hagrid should be even easier to spot.
Ah, speaking of the devil...
Just down the street, the door to Gringott's slides open, and out walks one really big man, making the boy next to him look like an ant.
"Hey, Daph?" she looks up at me from her ice cream, annoyed grimace upon her face as I interrupt her dairy delight, "Look over there." I nod my head in the direction of the two.
"What? Why...?" she turns to look down the street, and her eyes widen. "Oh."
I give her a half-lidded stare, "Not the half-giant, Daph...the boy next to him."
"O-Oh...what's so special about him? Like, yeah, he does kind of look out of place...but..."
"Remember what today is?"
She scoffs, "Well of course I do! I don't see what that has to..." she stops, takes a moment to really look at the boy, then looks back at me, mouth slightly agape, "You're kidding."
"Nooope!" I smirk, letting the 'p' really pop, I say the next sentence quietly, "It would appear the boy who lived...has come to shop." And then giggle at my reference, an entire 6 years early.
She just glares, not amused, "How can you be sure, however? Yes, I will admit he looks about the right age, but...still..."
"Alright," I stand up, "Let's go talk to him, then. He seems confused, so even if it isn't him, he could probably use a helping hand anyways...especially since his giant friend just kind of left him there."
Probably off to deliver the Philosopher's Stone, if my memory serves...no, wait, we don't actually see what happens directly after Gringotts, at least in the movies anyway.
"...fine. But you are going to start up the conversation-"
"So you don't embarrass yourself, I know Daph, I know." I quickly add on, then quickly dodge a smack from the girl who now possesses a flushed face.
"Heh! Well, come on then!" my ice cream disappears in my hand, going to my warehouse for now, as I start making my way to the boy.
Daphne scrambles behind me, moving to quickly finish her ice cream before we make it over.
Honestly impressed when I say she succeeded!
"Hello there!" the boy, Harry, flinches, and turns to see me and Daphne standing there, "You seem a little lost, you alright?"
It takes a moment for him to respond, as he just kind of stares at my wand, still twirling on top of my hand.
During that moment, I get a flash of shock emanating from the boy, followed by slight suspicion as he looks at my face to answer me. Huh. [Psychic Intuition] just pinged, that doesn't happen often.
"Y-Yes, I am, I have a friend guiding me, he just had to leave for a moment, said he'd be right back..."
Not trusting a couple of strangers, eh? Good lad!
"Ah, don't worry! We just saw that you looked like you could use some help is all?" with a flick of my wrist, my wand goes down into the sleeve of my robe, into it's holster.
I grin slightly as the boy's mouth drops slightly, and my grin turns silly as I can feel the girl's eyes behind me bore into the back of my head.
"My name is Dorian Xenakis! And this lovely young lady behind is Daphne Greengrass!" I point to her behind me, more glares, "We'll be starting Hogwarts together this year, you look about our age, are you?"
He looks between us for a moment, "I am...? Why do you ask?"
"As I said, you look like you could use some help, Mr...?"
His eyes widen, "Oh, um, Harry. Harry Potter." the boy practically mumbles.
I stop myself from hitting Daphne with that 'I told you' so smirk, but Daphne couldn't stop herself from practically full-on face vaulting.
"Well then, Harry, need some help? We're already done with our school supplies shopping, we'd be happy to help a fellow classmate!"
I can feel the war in his head right now over whether or not to go with us, it's painted all over his expression.
"I...guess it wouldn't hurt, so long as we don't go too far from Gringotts so Hagrid can find me..."
Okay. Now I'm smirking. But not a smug smirk, more like a, 'I'm gonna do something crazy' smirk.
Daphne sighed upon seeing my expression, but couldn't help the slight smile spreading across her face at my antics.
Harry looked slightly more scared.
Don't worry! You'll get used to it in time!
~ Harry Potter, Year 1, Age 11 ~
Our shopping spree had two goals in mind, at least for me.
One, open Harry up a bit more socially. Two, open Harry up a bit more magically.
To that effect, I went about explaining to Harry how, with magic, he didn't need to worry about his bad folks ruining or taking anything he gets.
Muggle notice-me-not charms and all that.
Daphne meanwhile, went on to practically force the poor boy to get a full new wardrobe for himself. She rationalized it as him 'looking the part of a celebrity' which just confused him. I told him it would be good for his self-image and confidence.
While went on to look for bits and bobs, a conversation was struck up about Hogwarts itself and the Houses. Daphne pouted the entire time as I talked about how Slytherin House was a mess...a mess that I planned to change.
Even now, she doesn't really like to admit that the House her family has been sorted into for generations is kind of a mess. Which is fair, just means I can count on her help to take the House over and whip it into shape.
Harry seemed intrigued, and ended up wishing me luck. Something about my luck being cut out for me? Oh, you poor dear sweet child...
If only you saw the full picture.
In any case, our shopping spree ended when Hagrid came to get Harry back, taking him to go get his wand. The next time we'll be seeing him should be on the train to school, or at the very least, platform 9 and 3/4s.
As Daphne and I made our way back to the Leaky Cauldron to floo ourselves home, I caught Daphne glaring and frowning at nothing in particular.
"Something the matter there, Daph?" my usual silly tone of voice gone, I can see she looks legitimately pissed off.
She sighs, "...nothing that we can do about it." at my stare she hesitantly continues, "It's just, the way his step-parents treat him for not being...like them..."
Ah, right. I guess the Dursleys do kind of remind her of her own parents, huh...
I haven't actually met her parents one on one, but from what I've heard of their interactions with her and her younger sister, they are basically trying to just make clones of themselves.
To say they don't like me due to my influence over Daphne would be an understatement, and her younger sister, Astoria, is apparently facing the same...displeasure...much earlier on than she did in canon due to Daphne influencing her.
I don't know more, because Daphne stubbornly refuses to let me get involved.
So, for now, all I can do is pat her on the head, "...you wanna stay over at my place for a while?" and give her a smile, "We can grab some muggle food, like pizza, really stick it to em ya know?"
She just stares blankly at me, then her expression softens as she chuckles, "Are you sure you're from a Pureblood family? Because surely I don't think you're mother would like you eating grease-filled cheese from America..."
My silly tone of voice returns, "Alright, firstly, it's Italian food! Second! You're...uh, right. But! What she doesn't know, won't hurt her!" I then proceed to grab her hand, and practically drag her to the fireplace, "Come on!"
She sighs, but she doesn't protest, and instead, she just smiles slightly.
~ Harry Potter, Year 1, Age 11 ~
I stand before a massive train, 'Hogwarts Express' printed in gold on a panel on the front of the train.
Nice.
Unlike all the other students, who brought a cart full of stuff, pretty much all of my stuff is stored in individual bits safely in my warehouse and can be called to my hand at any time.
The only thing that isn't is what I'm holding right now, a cage holding a cobalt blue owl.
I named him Cob.
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Shut up.
Anyways! I reach my finger in and pat the owl on the head, "How ya doing boy? Wanna fly to Hogwarts from here?"
The owl practically bowed in agreement, almost smacking its head against the cage. Which I could see him doing, the poor thing really didn't like the cage. I usually kept him out of it at home.
"Alright, see you at school!" I flipped open the door, and off he went. With that, I sent the cage to my warehouse.
I entered the train and claimed a spot for me and my friends, leaning back in my seat, relaxing and waiting.
While we're here, I'll tell you something neat.
I finished reading all these Dark Arts books from the cache I bought.
Those things had some nasty curses, including the Three Unforgivable Curses, in them.
It also had stuff on Horcruxes.
The problem is though, that the worst of the Dark Arts naturally corrupts the soul. As it turns out, a power that twists and wounds nature would do that to you, figures, right?
Well. It would affect everyone else, but due to my [Corruption Resistance], I'm fairly certain I'd be fine.
Do I want to make Horcruxes of myself though? Hnnggh...it's an idea I've been playing with. The only problems are it requires the death of someone to use...which should be easily achievable during the Battle of Hogwarts. And that I would still be ripping my soul apart...which I don't know exactly how that would affect me.
Besides hurting like hell.
Eh, I'm putting that on hold for now. The cache only gave me the basics on Horcruxes, I don't know enough to make them quite yet.
Ah, one more thing! I've been using my trust fund, converting it into wizarding money, to commission the goblins for a sword!
Yeah, the greedy bastards are practically sucking the fund dry every year for the next 10 years, but I'll be just fine. That's just my trust fund, not my family wealth.
Which should be added to the trust fund after this jump, by the way.
I will never need to fear lack of money again! Heh!
"What are you chuckling about to yourself over there, Xenakis?" I snap my head up to see Draco standing there at the door, which is held wide open, and he's got this stupid smirk on his face.
Time to change that.
"Just thinking about how my father beat your father in their Wizards Duel the other night..." now that had been a show.
My dad straight up tackled him.
Apparently, Wizard Duels in Greece were a bit more...open with the rules than here in Britain.
Draco shot me a leer, and sat down next to me, "Hmph, doesn't count I tell you! The referee called it illegal, my fathers victory!"
"But who was laying on the floor groaning in pain at the end?"
Draco didn't respond.
I chuckled, pulled out a chocolate frog from my warehouse, and tossed it at his face gently
Although startled, he caught it, and sent me a glare, but then started eating it. His face told me that the chocolate bribe was a success.
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Huh, I just now realized that Draco's two bodyguards are nowhere to be found...wait, it's been like that for a while, hasn't it?
I parse my memory and realize that the last I saw them was a couple of years ago...
Did he ditch them? For me and Daphne? Aww...
"So, anyways. I met Harry Potter last month." Draco suddenly began.
I nearly wheeze at that, before my mind brings up their encounter from the books and movies in that robe store.
At my stare, he continues, "My father thought he was a dark wizard...but, really, he didn't seem all that. He told me he met you and Daphne earlier in the day, though?"
I nod, "Yeah...we helped him find some of his school supplies, Daphne made him get new clothes."
Draco snorts, "Knew it. Only Daphne would think that sweater and collared shirt would look good on someone."
"What was that Malfoy?" Now Draco wheezed, and turned to see the very girl he was just talking about standing at the door.
"N-Nothing, nothing at all," he quickly deflects, "Ahem...Dorian and I were just talking about Harry Potter...is all..."
Daphne glares at Draco, and kicks him in the shin, causing him to yelp before she sits down across from me in the booth.
"Do go on?" she says plainly.
"R-Right,", it took a moment for Draco to make sure he could still feel his heel before continuing, "so, my father thought he was a dark wizard, I didn't think so, he just seemed like a normal boy to me..."
I spoke up, "Where would your father even get that idea from?"
Draco just shrugged, "I'm not sure...in any case, I invited him to come sit with us on the way to school...you two are okay with that, right?"
"As long as he doesn't wear rags and hand-me-downs again, I'm fine with it..." Daphne drawls out.
I chuckle and go with, "More friends are always welcome in my book."
Draco smiles, "Great! You know, he seemed really interested in Quidditch when I brought it up to him!"
"Oh no, here he goes again..." Daphne groans, leaning her head back against the seat. I just chuckle.
It's really weird seeing Draco act like a normal kid, I'll admit. I'd describe him as being in the early stages of becoming a jock.
The kid got really into sports, specifically Quidditch, and for right now at least, seems to really want to make the Slytherin team.
He said something along the lines of, 'you take the dueling circuit, and I'll take the Quidditch world!' once.
Fortunately, we were saved from one of Draco's expository on how Quidditch team formations work when the door slides open, revealing one Harry Potter.
Huh. Nevermind. We're doomed.
Though I can't help but notice something...off about him, "Long time no see Harry! Are you doing well mate? You seem a bit...agitated?"
He looked like he was anyway, he had a hard frown stuck to his face.
"I'm fine," he sits across from Draco, "I just met a very rude boy, seemed nice at first and all, asked me to sit with him and all, but when I told him I was going to sit with you lot he said some things I didn't really like..."
"It was about Slytherin House, right?"
Harry looked at me after I said that, and he nodded. I sighed. That was Ron, wasn't it..
So a reverse of what happened in canon happened here then.
Damn.
Draco and Daphne shuffled a bit, not willing to really say anything on that.
I was though, "Makes sense. House stereotypes and all that. Next time he speaks, call him a cowardly fat lion cub and see what his reaction is."
Draco sputters out a laugh, and Daphne just stares at me. Tough crowd, jeez!
Harry shakes his head, holding back his own laugh, and turns to Draco, "So, what we're talking about before in the robe store...? That Quidditch game that happened back in 86'? Tell me about it."
In a rare sight nowadays, Draco shoots a smug grin at us before he starts going on...and on, and on...
~ Harry Potter, Year 1, Age 11 ~
And then suddenly, we were outside Hogwarts, taking the scenic route across the lake. I blink.
Huh. Must have zoned out the entire ride there.
Although I will admit, this view is probably one of the best I've ever seen. Saving this memory under the part labeled 'beautiful'!
In time, we are filled into the antechamber through the great castle doors, and after a moment of waiting, into the Great Hall, where the sorting ceremony begins.
The sorting happens in alphabetical order, by the last name of course, after the sorting hat sings.
I don't really pay attention though, only really snapping to attention when a name I'm familiar with is called.
Case in point, "Granger, Hermione!"
Eh? Do I really need to do though? I mean, it should be obvious-
"Ravenclaw!" The Sorting Hat calls after a slight pause.
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Oh. That's a change. Did her not meeting Harry and only Ron mess that one up?
Hmm. I lack information. Not like this really changes all that much for my plans, though. My focus will be on Slytherin practically the whole time.
Speaking of, "Greengrass, Daphne!"
The sorting hat barely touched her head, "Slytherin."
She gave me a look I couldn't quite decipher before walking to the Slytherin table.
Now here comes, "Malfoy, Draco!"
Just like Daphne, the Sorting Hat barely touched his head before it called, "Slytherin."
He gave me a grin as he walked to the table.
Next should be, "Potter, Harry!"
This one takes a bit longer, with Harry looking rather nervous the entire time.
Then, suddenly, he looks at me...and sighs?
"Well...alright, Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat calls.
I blinked and looked over at the Professors behind Harry as he got up, and saw Snape's jaw practically going through the table.
Even Dumbles looked a little surprised, but he still retained enough brain power to clap along with everyone else.
And then, I started cackling internally. Of course, that would happen after his interactions with us and Ron! HAH!
"Weasley, Ronald!" a name call I recognize brings me back to attention.
But, unlike before, "Gryffindor!" this one is still the same, as the Sorting Hat announces.
"Xenakis, Dorian!" ah, it's me! I'm one of the last ones, so it would seem.
Just like Daphne and Draco, the hat barely touches my head before saying, "Slytherin."
I just grinned cheekily before my making my way over to my three friends.
Was there ever any doubt?
Now then, time to party till we're purple!
Or, eat till we're green?
Eh! Same difference!
~ Harry Potter, Year 1, Age 11 ~
Unlike what I expected, the password for the common room door was not 'pureblood', shockingly enough. It was recently changed and changes every fortnight, and this week and the next it is 'stra krad'.
Which is just dark arts backward.
Great start.
The dungeon is exactly what I expected, though. Fairy large, very dim, green was plastered everywhere you could look, and there was a rather cozy fireplace sitting in the middle of it all.
Ah, but what would a dungeon be without cell blocks, or as the insane wizards and witches of Slytherin House call them, rooms.
One side of the common room leads to the boy cell blo- I mean rooms and the other side leads to the girls.
Apparently, there are some pretty nasty hexes and curses in place for anyone who tries to enter the girl's block at night, makes sense.
As for each room itself? Well, each one was presumably a dungeon cell at one point or another, which means they actually have a bit of room in them.
Unfortunately, the privilege of having your own rooms only comes with the upper years, so for now 1st years have to double or triple up. As such, Draco, Harry, and I all grabbed a room together.
As I said, there was a pretty good amount of space, enough for three separate beds, places for trunks, a few tables, and the like.
I open the only window in our room, a small rectangular glass pane on the very upper part of the back wall, letting the cool air wash down into our room.
I turn to address my new roommates, "Well, that took awhi-" only to find them strewn about on a couple of beds already, completely passed out.
I chuckle and sit down on the only bed remaining, the one on the far right side.
I'm used to staying up ridiculously late, but I guess they aren't, huh?
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I've got a lot of stuff to do. And a couple more dozen questions that need answers.
Most of both of those involve Snape in some way.
Can I count on his support for reforming the House? I can bet pretty well on Dumbles for that, but what about Snape himself?
Even more, now that Harry is here in Slytherin, how will Snape react? Will he lash out at 'Pottah' every chance he gets because he looks like James? Or will he be cool, seeing as Harry is in his house and – at the very least – he wouldn't screw over his own House just to go after Harry?
Not only that, but I know for a fact a big chunk of the events in the first book and movie probably just won't happen. For instance, I doubt Harry will have any reason to go and assume Snape is evil or up to something...especially if Snape isn't so openly hostile to Harry now.
So. What am I gonna do about the Stone?
Nothing.
Yep, nothing. Quirrellmort is much too greedy to get the stone himself, and as long as Harry nor anyone else heads down the trapdoor in the third-floor corridor, it should be safe and sound.
I know I can't get it, I know myself too well to know I would totally want to have and use the Stone.
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Wait, I could nullify the enchantment on the mirror and just nab it! Hah!
…
Do you think [Nullification] works on Horcruxes? Hmm...things to test in time once I familiarize myself with the way around the school.
But for now, I think I'll turn in for the night...
~ Harry Potter, Year 1, Age 11 ~
Well. I'll be damned.
It's Friday, a week has gone by since we started school and I've memorized most of the normal paths around school by now. Not only that, I haven't gotten in trouble yet!
More importantly, though. It's Potions Class time...and guess what? Snape hasn't humiliated Harry in front of everyone! Well, yet. He is staring at the poor boy, but it's not really...spitefully? It's more of a cautious and curious sort of stare.
Especially since Harry and Draco are currently paired up for our first lesson, that being making a Boil Cure potion. And since the two get along fairly well, I'm guessing Snape doesn't want to get involved.
"Hey!" Daphne, my partner for this lesson, hisses at me, "Stop looking around and tell me what's next!"
"Oh, right, my bad...Add 4 horned slugs to the cauldron."
I can feel her disbelieving look bore thru my head, "...you didn't even look at the recipe, how do you...?"
I hold up said recipe slowly, "Maaaaaa-"
She holds a finger out to my mouth, silencing me, before residing herself to my antics and putting 4 horned slugs to their brutal dem-
"Hold on a moment, Daph." She stops, holding 2 slugs, one in either of her hands. She gives me this incredulous look.
"What now?!" I gently pick up two of the slugs...and start rubbing them together. Quickly.
Now Daphne just looks bewildered. "...why?" she practically mutters, likely thinking I've gotten mental.
Not. Yet!
"The slugs are used in the potion for their mucus, turns out, in the state they are in normally their glands don't really produce much mucus. But, rub em like this, and well..." I show her my slugs, both now secreting fresh mucus rather quickly, so I dump them in. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get slugging! "
If we weren't in a class, she'd probably throw the slugs in my face and call me a mental idiot, but she does what I say anyway so as to not make a scene.
Chuckling as she goes to clean her hands, I gently remove the cauldron from the fire, rub off any access mucus on my hands onto the 2 porcupine quills, and then toss them into the cauldron.
"Now, give the brew 5 good stirs, all going clockwise." I tell her as she comes back, hands freshly clean, and starts to stir, but I stop her suddenly.
[Moste Ponente Potions] lets me grasp what the difference is between stir, and stir. I could kind of see the slug thing...but there's a difference in stirring?
"I said stir, Daph! Come on, it's all in the elbows!" I grab onto the stirring spoon with her, and practically move her through it, though she just seems confused as to what I'm doing.
After 5 of the suckers, and a wave of one of our wands, it's done.
"Well, I think this turned out rather well!" I said, looking at the brew closely as it sits in the cauldron.
"We'll see about that, Mr. Xenakis..." I wheeze in surprise, as suddenly, Snape is standing right in front of our table.
Snape just raises an eyebrow at my reaction. Daphne starts poking my side under the table to get me to stop.
"A-Ah, alright! Well, go right ahead Professor!" I stagger back, slapping away Daphne's hand.
Snape takes a moment to look at the cauldron, then, the brew. He waves his hand to bring the potion fumes to his nose, sniffing them. He raises his eyebrow, and then with a wave of his wand, the brew is bottled.
"...it is acceptable, Mr. Xenakis, Mrs. Greengrass." and with that, he takes the brew, and stalks off.
No sooner than he did that he starts glaring at some poor Gryffindor, and berating them for not stirring properly.
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Can't tell if that was because of perks, or House favoritism on that one, not going to lie.
Daphne seems just as shocked at his reaction as I am since she takes a few moments to sit down.
Well, this has been a nice end to the first week of boring classes, at least?
Oh. Wait, is that Neville putting the quills before taking the cauldron off the fir-ah, yeah, the cauldrons melting!
…
A pretty okay end to the first week of boring classes it is then.
~ Harry Potter, Year 1, Age 11 ~
It's now midnight, technically very early Saturday morning. Harry and Draco are fast asleep, and it's time to begin setting some of my 'plans to power' in motion.
With my rogue class skills, sneaking out of our room, into the common room, and out of there was easy...I even slipped past the Bloody Baron – that little shit – with ease as I was making my way all the way up to the 7th Floor.
On the left corridor, I see the tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach trolls ballet.
Three times, I walk past it, thinking about a grand library filled with copies of any and all books on magic that have been inside Hogwarts.
And at this library's center, holds a certain diadem resting on a wooden stand.
On my fourth past, a grand set of wooden double doors open opposite to the tapestry. I smirk, and head inside.
And it is exactly what I wanted. A grand library with several levels, holding hundreds of thousands of books is spread out before me, clearly lit by magical lights.
Each level seems to have a specific theme, such as Martial Magic, Charms, Defense, Potions, etc.
Oh, Room of Requirement! How I wish I could take you with me wherever I go!
I head to the center, looking down at the Ravenclaw's Diadem perched atop a simple wooden stand, a single light blaring down upon it like a prize.
I pick it up with a couple of fingers, smirking widely as the compulsions I know are there fail to work against me, and banish it to my warehouse for later. I plan on studying the Horcrux later, both to possibly make my own, and find a potential counter to Riddles.
But before that, I have so much reading to do!
Time to get started.
: Auther's Notes :
And so it begins.
I lied big time about finishing all of year one in one chapter, by the way. I doubt I'll actually be able to cram each year into a single chapter, as planned. So instead, I'll just go with the flow.
I know a couple of years will probably be short enough that we can jump into the next mid-chapter, specifically, the Tri-Wizard Tournament year has only a couple of events that Dorian and the others are involved with that I can blast on through, like the Ball.
Morty is in for one hell of a fun time these next six or so years.
I want to do this jump justice, as in not bomb rush through it, but I also want to get through it fast enough to where I can get on with the next jump in a reasonable time frame.
This is a jumpchain story, after all. Not a Harry Potter one.
So it's likely these chapters are going to feature a bunch of mini-time skips, back to back, jumping between events I find important enough for Dorian to get involved in or you to see in order to get what's happening or going to happen.
The next chapter will be Dorian handling the Stone, then some fluff with the dungeon boys, and then we're going into year 2. Hopefully.
See ya next week.