October 31st Great Hall Pacific Academy. Halloween feast.
Harry's last two months were amazing. He had learned so much from the teachers at Pacific, and now that the introduction classes were over, they dived deep in the study subjects.
With PE and the meals that he got from the school, Harry had begun to fill out. With the help of Doctor Alan Richards, Harry's health had steadily improved, giving him a now a minimum height of 122 centimeters, making him one of the smaller first years.
He still grew but this was more in the sense of acceptable growth. Harry also didn't need to take any potions that Alan had given to him, he was glad that he didn't need them. They were as dirty as his old uncle Vernon's socks.
Harry had learned so much and now he tried his best in every class, but the most in Defense against the Dark arts, Language classes, Charms and Care of Magical Creatures.
In Defense he was asked to name the correct sequence if he was to meet a dark creature. Harry had learned in a accident that his fear wasn't anymore his uncle, or the murderer of his parents. No, it took the form of a Dementor, as the Boggard that was in the wardrobe he had opened as a dare had changed into it. Harry had stayed right still as he felt all cold and empty inside.
The interruption of the professor had shifted the attention of the boggard from Harry to Alex Summers, who banished the boggard back into the wardrobe, by imagine it as an clown. That made the entire class laughing and chased the boggard back into the wardrobe
The lecture that the class got that day was one of the worst they ever had. Professor Alex Summers had flat-out refused to listen, and berated Harry and the boy who had made the dare, Felix Chainmale enormously. Both boys had to write a five foot essay about the dangers of the magical world. Let's just say than nobody of the first years students fooled around after that.
In Charms, Harry was starting to understand the differences between the charms the teacher used. He could also understand that the emotions of someone had an effect of the charm cast. If you were concentrated and clear of any strong emotions, then the charm would work without hick-ups
But if you were angry, upset of not concentrated enough, the charm could become unstable and break down, resulting in failure. Harry didn't find out the hard way, but Damian did. He had a accidental magic 'attack' after Felix had started to taunt him.
In care of magical creatures, Harry had finally petted the young unicorn foal. It was tricky, as Harry had to ask permission from the stallion, and the mare before he even could approach the foal.
As he smiled to the rest of the class, the stallion came behind Harry and slowly pushed his head in Harry's back. Professor Logan saw this and told Harry to pet the Stallion and then return to the class. Before Harry had made the first step to return to the class, the unicorn stallion turned around and returned to his mare and foal, but not before he let drop three tail-hairs from it's tail.
Those tail-hairs were delivered to Professor de Bruin, and he would deliver them to the wand maker on campus. As a consolation prize, Professor De Bruin gave Harry a small dagger. Harry would carry that dagger for the rest of his life. He had seen other students, much older than him, working on several objects and after asking if he could see some items. Harry was allowed to return in a few hours, and then Professor De Bruin showed Harry and his friends, Bianca and Damian the classroom that had gotten the nickname, the Forge.
The professor told the three that they had to be 18 years old before they could even think about creating items.
Languages were okay, Harry was not the best in it, but he was not the worst either. Their professor, Elena Dimitri had gotten into the habitat to switch to French, German or Latin on some places, and it was their task to follow the conversation. It was hard, but fun... Sometimes.
So now Harry sat in the great hall enjoying his Halloween meal. He had put on some clothes and was dressed as a muggle Dracula. Harry's costume was rather tame, compared to the others.
Evelyn had chosen to go as a zombie, and applied charms on her costume so that it would look like part of her brains were missing, and that her intestines were rotting. She looked hideous.
Headmistress Alexandra Summers had taken the appearance of a mermaid. She had transfigured her robes so that they were skintight, and ended in a fin at the end. Her brother had changed into a Superman costume, and had placed a charm near his eyes that made his eyes shoot out lasers.
Professor Nicolas Flamel had the most ridiculous robes, made of a light blue fabric, and it had shiny twinkling stars, with full moons, half full moons and quarter moons on his robes. He even had a wizards hat that he wore. He had told some students that he was pretending to be Albus Dumbledore.
As Harry was talking to Damian, who pretended to be a werewolf, A loud crash came from the table where Harry could see Felix sitting. The table was broken in several pieces. Felix, in his robin hood costume, looked as if he had been struck by lightning.
Several teachers, who had chosen not to wear any costumes came running towards the table. Most of them had their wands out, and as they looked at the scene, they could see a young man from around the thirty laying on the broken table. Doctor Richards, who had dressed up as a muggle doctor, pulled his wand and started to use magic to see what the fallen man's injuries were.
"He's fine physically, but I detect a few traces of some kind of transformation. Let me see if I can find out." and he started to mutter several words of ancient Latin.
"Amazing. Headmistress, I believe we have here a full grown werewolf."
Transfiguring her mermaid-tight robes back to heir original form, Alexandra Summers stood up.
"Students, You will return now to the Homestead. We will provide information when it becomes available. The feast is being canceled, and there will be food when you enter the relaxation rooms. Dismissed" As they had learned, the students started to move in an orderly fashion, while the staff kept the table crashing man under wand point.
The moment that the last students were out of the great hall, Alan Richards used the levitation spell, and levitated the werewolf to the hospital wing.
"Remus Lupin, werewolf. Currently on a mission to locate and retrieve Harry Potter. His loyalty is at the moment to that of his pack, and the mission that Dumbledore sent him on." Said Gabriella Unguis, as she removed her hand from Remus his face.
"And who falls under his pack?" asked Alex as he kept his wand trained on the werewolf that was in a potion induced sleep.
"At the moment, that would be Harry Potter himself. I also detected a almost severed connection between this man and someone in the English wizarding prison of Azkaban."
"Azkaban? You mean that hell on earth? Why would there be a severed connection between this person and an inmate in the most despicable place on earth." asked Perenelle Flamel. She had never visited Azkaban before, but knew of it's reputation. Azkaban was considered hell on earth, because of the Dementors that guarded the wizards and witches there. A Dementor would feed on any happy memory, and left you alone with the most terrible memories that you had. Any man, woman or child that was sent to Azkaban would either never come back, or come back but in a totally different shape and mental health than before.
"Alan, wake him up. I want to talk to him, before we decide what to do with him." Said Alexandra, and Alan nodded. Gabriella moved to a dark corner, and as Remus began to wake up, she sat down and started to meditate.
"Remus Lupin, you have been found in the great hall of our school. What do you want." Asked Alexandra sternly, as Remus made eye-contact with her.
"Where an I?" Asked Remus, as he looked at the woman in front of him. "and how do you know my name?"
"How I know your name is not important"Said Alexandra. "And as where you are, you are in the hospital wing of Pacific Academy."
Remus looked his eyes out. "But I heard that it was destroyed in 1644." Said Remus softly.
Taking a deep breath, Remus sat up. He flinched, and sniffed strongly.
"Vampire, where are you?" Remus snarled, looking around.
"I'm here, and don't even try to attack me, Werewolf." said Gabriella as she came from her meditation. Remus snarled, and looked at Alexandra. "You say you are a school. A school that has not been found by the best and brightest of the magical world. And you have a vampire here, a creature that sucks on blood whenever she needs to feed."
Remus wanted to say more, but before he could even start again, he was lifted out of bed, and locked eyes with Alexandra. Her ice-blue cold eyes pierced his own blue-Grey. "I don't give a damn about your prejudice. Here at Pacific we hold our hearts and hands open for everyone. Be they a vampire who finds here the rest she needs, a werewolf who longs for family or a abused boy who's parents have died."
Remus looked at Alexandra, as she slowly levitated him back on the floor.
"You-you used wand-less magic. Not even Albus Dumbledore could do that." Before Remus or Alexandra could say anything, a noise went of near Alex, and he grabbed his mirror. "Summers Here". "Professor, there are three people here in the Homestead, they are demanding that we give up Harry Potter." Shouted Evelyn as she held her own communicating mirror.
"Shit" Said Alex, and with a crack of lightning, Alex was gone, followed by several other staff members. Including Gabriella Unguis, the Lady of the night.
"You, you have Harry here?" Remus asked softly as he looked at Alexandra with a look of bewilderment. "Yes, and if you truly love him, then you'll make sure that those people won't get their hands on him." Said Alexandra, as she and Remus left Alan Richards alone to prepare incoming wounded, or to get some body bags ready...