ARTY GREENE DID 9/11! He'll come into play don't worry...Also, the requirements for seeing thestrals is a bit finicky so we are going to assume Hiro experiencing Tadashi's death and his parents dying when he was 3 which is not unreasonable to not remember, he might not remember them but the death impacted him personally so we can assume it attributes to this. ALSO PLZ NOTE I DO NOT EQUATE THE MOVIE WITH THE COMIC AND I AM MAKING UP THEIR BACK STORIES TO FIT MY PLOT REQUIREMENTS THANK YOU GOODNIGHT. also i don't know science sorry if that bit makes no sense.
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"Here, take these. They'll allow you to see the school. Non-magical people cannot see Hogwarts without the assistance of these charms," Dumbledore informed them. He pulled out five gold chains that Hiro would expect to see on a large man from New York and handed them around to the five muggles standing before him. Hiro clasped his around his neck and suddenly the danger signs disappeared and the old abandoned castle in the distance suddenly looked flourishing with activity. "Due to how many we have, I cannot apparate all of us into the school. I have arranged one of the carriages to transport you across the lake to the castle. I shall see you when you arrive."
The group of students turned to look at the carriage, and Hiro was startled to see a large black winged horse pulling along the cart they were to be pulled in. He expected the others to be in a similar state of amazement, but the only one who seemed similarly affected was Go Go and she was heading straight for the death Pegasus. It huffed at her and she pet along the dark skin with little trepidation. All the others watched in confusion from the cart as they saw her rubbing at thin air.
"What is that?" Hiro asked aloud, but no one in the cart answered.
"It looks like some sort of flying horse, but scarier," Go Go said. She also had seemed to notice no one else could see it but her and Hiro. "Wait, can you guys not see this? It's awesome."
They all shook their heads in confusion. The mutual confusion hovered in the air as everyone looked at each other nervously.
"It's a thestral, you can't see them unless you've seen death. Sorry, the Headmaster sent me to make sure you lot got along alright." A short man, an incredibly short man, probably the shortest Hiro had ever seen, rushed up to the group and motioned along the last two onto the carriage. "I didn't have any classes at this hour but he did not seem to take into account the trip down here." He said it almost like he assumed they would know what he was talking about, so they all just sat on the carriage as it set off towards the school. He summoned some sort of creatures to grab their bags and disappeared with them.
This would have concerned Hiro, had he not already been aware that they were just house elves, presumably transporting their items to the school. Unfortunately the others did not seem to have this knowledge and immediately questioned this.
As they all chattered about the death horse and the house elves and the school having a teacher with supposed dwarfism, which they all respected, Hiro fiddled with him custom smart phone. He was installing a variation of a microbial fuel cell, which replaces the biological component into a magical one. The thick amounts of magical energy is harnessed through a similar reactor which cleanses the magical components, which are electrical at it's very core, to create an efficient and safe electrical power source. Due to the schools consistent magical energy production, the electricity is unending. When plugged into the charging port of his phone, he can easily power it with this energy alone. Now he just needed to clear up his antenna to get service. Luckily he can still play games.
As the carriage pulled up to the school the twenty-something year olds all looked up in awe at the magnificent structure. Hiro, on the other hand, was busy with this round of Candy Crush.
"It's like we're at Castle Doom. Actually, I think Doctor Doom would be jealous of this," Fred admitted, looking in amazement with the others. "We should get a castle like this and make it our secret headquarters."
Even Hiro looked up at this point and witnessed one of the biggest buildings he'd ever seen. The large structure was magnificent, with sensible architecture that was as much Gothic as it was Scottish Baronial. It was pretty impressive.
Dumbledore approached them once more, inviting them into the school. The group of muggles followed in almost a daze, noting the moving pictures, the high ceilings, and the odd looking students bustling around in dresses. Hiro knew these things were here, but he hadn't actually witnessed them before. He knew about the moving pictures, the Washington Wizarding Post had plenty of those, but it was different to see paintings come to life right before you.
"-and I will be announcing you at dinner very shortly. I do not wish to alarm the students or our new 'High Inquisitor', so you will be introduced as American visitors. The University of Magical Boston does not start up for another three weeks, so hopefully by then we will either solve this problem, or figure out another cover. Unfortunately, I fear the woman sent by the ministry will be a hitch in our plans. Anyway, do follow me to the great hall." He continued to walk down the hallway with the group behind him, in utter confusion as to what the hell he was blabbering on about.
Coming to a large set of doors, the old man stopped. He turned to explain to the group what to do when he saw the youngest of the group. He was not paying attention and although he would normally be annoyed with today's youth's apathy, this was not what startled him.
"Young man, how did you manage that." When they all looked to Hiro they saw him playing a game on his phone. He slowly looked up, suddenly nervous with all the eyes on him. Hiro shrugged and shut off his phone display, after hitting pause of course.
"Just a magic to electricity converter. I was bored on the ride up to the school." The way he said it was so nonchalant that they had to remind themselves that this wasn't something most 14 year olds could just come up with while bored on a twenty minute ride. The Headmaster, almost perturbed, shook his head and told them to simply follow him into the room.
Suddenly, what seemed like a billion pairs of curious eyes fixed on them. They hustled behind the old man as he stood at a podium with them crowding around the sides. He whispered for them to relax, they were just children, but that was what concerned them.
"Greetings students. I apologize for my absence at the ceremony the other day, if any of you have tried to transport in and out of Wizarding United States you should understand. Some unexpected complications arose and it took a bit longer than expected to greet our new guests. This is a group of students all the way from the University of Magical Boston in the United States. Due to it being a post-graduate school, they had three extra weeks before the start of their semesters and therefore have decided to join us for a bit of overseas studying. Please keep in mind that their specific American student Visa is not good for magic use in England yet." He looked pointedly at a few students before turning to look back at the group. "To you five, welcome to Hogwarts."
An eruption of applause arose from the group of students, and a few teachers, though most were simply watching Albus with suspicion. One in particular stood out to him, a woman in bright pink who looked absolutely atrocious. After creating a small table for the five to sit at, Albus sat down awaiting the inevitable. The toad woman came over to his seat and angrily whispered to him, "Please do meet me in your office after this, Albus. I wish to discuss these new proceedings that were not consulted about to me or the ministry. Disciplinary action shall have to be taken." She walked away swiftly, exited the Great Hall and presumably heading back to her office where she will write a fully detailed report back to the ministry of magic about how terrible Albus is.
Albus didn't care. That woman was a straight bitch anyway.
Harry didn't know what to think. First he is hounded by practically everyone about Cedric's death, the only person who would believe him is missing, and then that same person randomly shows up with a bunch of Americans.
Also, why did the Americans have post-graduate schools? There weren't that many fields of study and it usually took only a bit of extra training after Hogwarts to get a job. He looked at Hermione seated on his right, but she just seemed deep in thought. Ron, currently, was busy scarfing an entire sausage down his throat which half impressed and half worried Harry.
Harry picked up a peach and bit into the juicy fruit, pondering the mystery which was Albus Dumbledore's mind.
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