Couple of years later,
September 3rd. 1991
"Welcome class, to your first year as wand waving witches and wizards" Said Professor Dora Vector. She looked over the group of eleven year old students who had just bought their first wands at Miami Magical Mall. Only a few of them were not from the mall, but made by the in exile wandmaker on the island. Harry Potter's wand for, example had two cores. One was a phoenix feather of his own Phoenix, and one was from a unicorn stallion, who Harry was allowed to pet.
An other example was the wand of Felix Chainmale. His wand was as black as the night, and contained a Thestral hair. That wand had been made by the wandmaker on the island to, and now Felix was waving his wand around, trying to preform the levitation charm he had Professor Estill seen doing for so many times.
"As you are all in the first class of Runes, I will tell you that this class will not be using a wand. So wands away, please." All students nodded and as if they had practised, slit their wands in one fluid motion into their wandholsters. Some had them on the waist, some had them on their shoulder, while others had a wandholster on their dormant arm. Harry Potter was of course the exception. He had a wand with as a core, the combined power of his Phoenix Hedwig, and the stallion tail hair in one oak wand. Harry had a second wand on his waist, somehow this wand found it's way to Harry and after an thorough examination from both the wandmaker, and several Professors, the wand was declared safe. Harry now had a wand made of holly and a phoenix feather in his wandholster on his waist.
"Now, today we'll begin with the start of runes. Instead of numbers, we use pictures and symbols to make the numbers of the runic alphabet. So please take out your books and pens and copy this down." As she waved her own wand, she started to see that all her students were writing in their books.
The numerical numbers of the runic alphabet were appearing on the blackboard, while on the second blackboard the Alphabet came to view
Harry was the last to enter the defence against the dark arts classroom. From Professor Summers they had heard that all future classes would take place here. Instead of normal desks, there were only chairs, and Harry saw the strangest things in this class. A row of, probably thirty wooden arms were hanging on the wall. Each hand seemed to hold a single piece of wood, probably resembling a wand.
"Welcome to the practical side of DADA" Said Alex from behind them. Several students jumped in the air, including Harry. "Place your book bag at the end of the room, and take a seat in one of the chairs. We will be training today with these models."Alex said, as he removed one model of the wooden arms from the wall.
"Now, today we will be practising the Expelliarmus spell. It's main use is that it disarms your opponent. You'll place your own model on of the hooks on the wall, over there" Said Alex, he pointed to the wall. The students saw on the wall, several places where there were hooks to the wall. "Like this. Now you are ready to cast your spell."
Alex withdrew his wand from his wandholster on his strong arm with a simple movement, and as the students looked, the wand came into his hand,. With a sharp jab, Alex fired his spell, while saying "Expelliarmus," The bright red light left Alex's wand and blasted the wand from his wooden opponent out of his hand. Now the class could see that the wooden hand wand was connected to the arm with a piece of rope.
"As you can see, the wand is out of the wizards hand, and you can now, if you wish to, finish him of. That is not the excercise for today. Today you will practise the disarming charm, as I just demonstrated. So get a model, place it on one of the hooks on the wall. "Soon the whole classroom was filled with shouts. "Expelliarmus" Shouted Bianca, as she waved her wand. Her model's wand barely moved. "Ha ha, what a loser" Said Felix. "Ohw yeah? Why don't you try it?" Shot Bianca back. "Gladly" said Felix, and with a wave of his wand, he shouted "Expelliarmus" Nothing happened to his model's wand, but his own wand was blasted from his hand. "Ha ha, you disarmed yourself" Said Bianca, as she tried to disarm her model.
The two eleven year olds would have continued with their fight, if it wasn't for Harry's model whose wand was blasted to pieces, with part of the models hand with it.
"Nicely done mister Potter" Said Alex. "Not only did you disarmed your opponent, you also made sure he needs to learn how to use his other hand." With a wave of his own wand, Harry's model was repaired, with the wand back in place. "Try less power, Harry" Said Alex as he stood behind the young student.
Harry nodded and focust his power, and shot a new disarming charm spell at the model, this time the model´s wand left it´s hand and fell a feet. Harry looked proud at himself, and at his wand. The wand was dangling on the piece of string that connected the wand with the arm. `Well done Harry. For that you´ll get one coin.` Said Alex, as he handed Harry a coin. Harry nodded happily and as he moved forward to place the fake wand back in the model, Harry thought about the things he could do with these golden coins.
He could use them to order something from the owl catalog, or he could collect them for one of the other, more costly rewards.
As the two hour spellcasting was over, Harry returned to his room, before he fell on his knees. He started to scream, and placed his hands over his lightning bolt scar. Harry´s pain was so great, that he barely saw a great hall, with four tables with different colours above the tables. He felt a rage that ´he´ wasn´t there in that great hall. The only thing that Harry could see before the pain made him faint, was a blood red stone.
Doctor Richards, Professors Lupin, Summers, Flamel, Flamel, Headmistress Summers and deputy Headmistress Ungies were sitting in the Headmistress office. The subject of the meeting was Harry Potter, who lay in the hospital wing, unresponsive to any and all outside activities.
"The only reason I can give for mister Potters current state, is that there is an external force somehow putting preasure on him. But for the life of me, I can't figure out what it is" Said Alan Richards. "I've alerted the auror office and they sent group Pantheon over. In addition, Several of mister Potters rivals wanted to take his quidditch spot as seeker."
Alan sat down, and covered his eyes. Harry had been unresponsive for the last twelve hours. He had helped the boy through several broken bones from quidditch, a contaminated wound from a bowtruckle, and he had been one of the boys uncles. But now he could do nothing, as he didn't know what caused this. "Did you view his memory?" Remus asked, looking at Deputy Ungies. She nodded. "Yes, I've seen them, but I can't make any sence out of them."
"Could you place them in the projecting pensieve?" Asked Remus, his voice slowly releasing a growl. Remus, who had taken the post of History professor a few years ago, was slowly responding to a very experimental potion, that would be known as the wolfstame potion. It was a stronger potion that the wolfsbane, and although the werewolf at first reacted violently, Remus hoped that in the end it would change how he spent the full moons.
Gabriella Ungies nodded, and slowly removed the memory from her temple, before she placed them into a projecting pensieve. A projecting pensieve, or projection pensieve was a recent development from the new advanced group of Aritchmancy and Runes faculty. By adding several runes, a pensieve could be used to project a memory, instead of you diving into the memory. It was also used as a teaching aid by the auror office, since very recently. Already, the number of crimes where more than one suspect were involved were dropping, because the pensieve could recognise and detect fake memories.
As the pensieve started to show Harry's most recent memories, Remus stood up from his chair and slowly touched the projection on the wall. "Hogwarts" Remus said. Turning around to fase his colleages, Remus explained. "If this is the vision that Harry has seen, than the one who transmitted this to Harry, must be at Hogwarts."
"How can you be sure?"Asked Doctor Richards. "Because I went to Hogwarts in the 70's" Said Remus. Pointing at the four tables of the memory/vision, he started to explain. "The most right table here, is the table of Ravenclaw. That's the house of the students who are smarter than normal. Then we have the house of Gryffindor." Remus pointed towards the next table. "This is the table for the students who are sorted into Gryffinor, the house of the brave. I was one of them as well." Remus said, with a small voice full of longing.
"Then we have the house of the loyal. Hufflepuff. And then we have the house of the cunning. Slytherin" Remus said as he sat down. The picture of the great hall was still out on the 'screen'. "Remus, how does one get sorted into these houses?" Asked Alexandra.
Remus sighed. "That is done by the sorting hat, one of the two relics left behind by Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. The other relic is the sword of Gryffindor, but that has been lost since he died. The legend say that the sword will appear before a true Gryffindor, in times on need."
Alexandra nodded, knowing enough for now. "Remus, why do you sort students? Doesn't that create friction between the houses?" Asked Alex. It was one of his tasks to oversee all detentions given, and permit them. With friction between the houses, didn't you create a possible dangerous situation, where students and staff would be the victim of?
"The sorting has been done for over a thousand years. At first it was realy simple. If your were smart and had a thirst for knowledge, you'll be sent to Ravenclaw. Those who were cunning and ambitious, were placed in Slytherin. Those who had a pure and brave heart were sent to Gryffidor, and those who were loyal or didn't fit anywhere else were sent to Hufflepuff."
"Of course, in the last five hundred years or so, the pureblood movement has taken a firm grasp in the British wizarding world. They believe who have only magical parents, grandparents and great-grandparents are considered 'Pureblood'. The rest is 'Halfblood',or 'Muggle-born'. So today you'll see more pureblood children sitting in Slytherin, since that has been the house that believes that 'Purebloods' have the sole right to rule the wizarding world. It also produced more dark wizards and witches than the other houses combined."
Remus pulled a goblet with water to his lips and started to drink. Because of his talk, he got a bit of a dry throat.
"Very well, Remus. So we know that some one at Hogwarts sent mister Potter these images, but why?" asked Alexandra. "That is something I can answer." Said Nicolas Flamel. I've been informed that one of Dumbeldore's more trusted people has made a trip to the vault where we kept our fake stone. I think that Dumbeldore wants to use the stone to lure someone to Hogwarts, to get the stone. The question is... Who?"
More discussing was halted as a signal went of and Alan Richards took up his mirror. "Richards here." Sir, Mister Potter is awake and wants to see you" Said his assistant Evelyn.
The office was empty a few second later, as everyone made his way to the hospital wing.