Greetings, Wizard and Witches and welcome to the first chapter of The Potter And Kent Chronicles - Cruel Angel Thesis. This will be my second Harry Potter story, also its going to be an AU of my other Harry Potter story, but it won't be required to read that story enjoy this story, so just sit back and enjoy.
As for the pairings... I have some ideas, but I would like to hear your suggestions.
As always, I do not own anything except my OC's.
On a quiet summer morning in a sub-urban area in the United Kingdom, a man with shaggy chin-length black hair strode through the street, his bangs hanging just above his right grey eyes.
He was dressed in a black evening coat, over a white dress shirt and a black tie. His dress pants were the same tint of black as his pants, on his feet he wore black dress shoes.
His gray eyes looked at the number of the house, number four of Privet Drive before he knocked on the door.
A few moments later, a thin woman with blond hair and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck opened the door, "Hello, can I help you?"
"Good afternoon Mrs. Dursley, my name is Professor Charles Jeager.", the man said, extending his hand, "I send a letter requesting an appointment and you very kindly invited me here today."
"Ah yes, of course. Come in Mr Jeager.", Mrs Dursley said, letting him in and leading him towards the living room where her husband, a big beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache and their eleven year old son, a large boy with the same blonde hair as his mother was sitting on the couch.
Charles overlooked the photographs showed the Dursley son riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that any other child lived in the house.
"I don't mean to be rude..." Mr Dursley began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable.
"Unfortunately, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man.", Charles said, not facing the family who was now sitting on the couch, before taking a seat in a large chair, "But I believe there should be someone else here. Boy, would you kindly join us.", with a gesturing of his hand, the door to the hall opened, revealing a young boy.
He was a small boy with unruly jet-black hair and startling green, almond-shaped eyes, on his fore head was a lightning bolt shaped scar.
"You must be Harry.", Charles said before being interrupted by Mr Dursley.
"I demand that you leave at once, sir! We...", he said, but upon seeing the glare the other man was giving him he made a funny rasping noise.
"I would like it if you don't interrupt me, for I have a long day ahead and I would like to be on time for lunch.", Charles said before turning back to the boy, "Anyway... Harry. Let me introduce myself, my name is Charles Jeager. I am a professor at the school I teach. I have come to offer you a place at said school. Tis letter should explain it.", taking out a thick envelope from his coat, and handing it over to the boy.
The professor waited for the child to read the invite.
"Is this real? A school for magic?", Harry asked.
"That's right.", Charles said with a gentle smile, "Your a wizard, Harry."
"...Come again?", Harry asked.
"A wizard, of course.", Charles said.
"Are you a wizard too?", Harry asked, and upon a nod from the male, he asked, "Could you prove it, sir?"
Charles gave another nod, drew his wand from an inside pocket of his jacket sleeve, pointed it at the now empty tea cups, and gave the wand a casual flick. With in seconds, the cups grew legs and began to dance on the table, the Dursley's looked frightened, with Mr Dursley letting out a furious roar but the Potter boy merely looked amazed.
"I take it your interested in attending?", Charles said amused upon seeing the boy's faces as he turned the cups back to normal, ignoring the Dursley's, "If your interested, I can help you find everything you need. I have your list of books and school equipment with me."
"He is not going! We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to that rubbish!" Mr Dursley suddenly shouted, "We swore we would stamp it out of him! Wizard indeed!"
"You knew!?", Harry said, sounding rather angry.
"Knew! Of course we knew! How could not with a sister like mine?" Mrs Dursley shrieked suddenly, "Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that school and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was... a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!"
She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years, "Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you both would be just as strange, just as... abnormal... and then, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!"
Harry had gone very white, "How could you say that about your sister!? How could you lie about her dying in a car crash!", Harry shouted, clenching his fists, but before he could continue, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Looking up, the young boy saw that it was Charles who had also stand up from his chair, "Petunia Dursley... One more disrespectful word out of your mouth about your sister or her husband, and I won't be responsible for what happens next.", Charles told her, a cold threat to his voice, "Besides, I would like to see two Muggles like you stop him."
"A what?", Harry said, interested.
"A Muggle." Charles said, turning to Harry, his voice returning to its former calm, "It's what we call people who can't do magic."
"But why? What happened?" Harry asked urgently. He had lived with the Dursleys, almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as he could remember.
"I voiced my concerns of placing you here to Dumbledore... But a man can always hope... I guess you can't go two school without knowing why your famous.", Charles said.
Mr Dursley suddenly found his voice, "Stop! Stop right there, sir! I forbid you to tell the boy anything!", he commanded.
A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look Charles was now gave him; suddenly the man couldn't find his voice, looking panicked as he grasped at his throat.
"Well, I will tell you as much as I can.", he said taking a seat in the same chair, "Around twenty years ago, there was this man named Voldemort who started to look for followers. He wished to take over the world, a war raged between his side and ours. On Halloween, ten years ago, Voldemort himself arrived at the village you were living in. It was that night he killed both your parents, but the strange thing was, when he tried to kill you, something backfired. You survived something that some of the most powerful families couldn't survive. The McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts, even members of the... The Kents..."
Something very painful was going on in Harry's mind. As Charles story came to a close, he saw again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than he had ever remembered it before and he remembered something else, for the first time in his life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.
"Load of old tosh." Mr Dursley said suddenly, "Now, you listen here, boy. I accept there's something strange about you, probably nothing a good beating wouldn't have cured, and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion...", but he suddenly stopped as a row of blue glowing stitches appeared around Mr Dursley's mouth, shutting him up.
The Potter boy looked surprised as he saw Charles standing up from his chair, his wand in hand, "What did I just say about speaking ill of Lily and James Potter? Well then, are you ready, Harry? We have a lot to do today."
That afternoon, Harry was following Charles through the bustling streets of London. They passed book shops and music stores, hamburger restaurants and cinemas, but nowhere that looked as if it could sell you a magic wand. This was just an ordinary street full of ordinary people.
"Tis is it.", Charles said, coming to a halt, "The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place.", it was a tiny, grubby-looking pub if Charles hadn't pointed it out, they wouldn't have noticed it was there.
For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby inside. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in.
Everyone seemed to know Charles; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Charles?"
"Not today, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business.", Charles said, and led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.
Charles took out his wand, counting bricks in the wall above the trash can, "Right, stand back.", he said as he tapped the wall three times with the tip of his wand.
The brick he had touched quivered, it wriggled, in the middle, a small hole appeared. It grew wider and wider, a second later they were facing an archway leading onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome, to Diagon Alley.", Charles said, a slight smile at Harry's amazement.
They stepped through the archway. The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop.
"Yeah, you will be needing one.", Charles said to the boy, "But first we need to get some gold from your family vault first."
Harry had been so absorbed trying to take it all in that he didn't notice bumping into another child of his age. The child was in fact a girl with a light build, black hair, her bangs hanging just above her right eye, she posses gray eyes, she was shorter than average for her age. She wears a short-sleeved blue shirt over a white striped spaghetti strap top, a white skirt, and white sandals.
"I am sorry.", the girl said, who noticed that the boy she had run into was was looking around the ground with squinted eyes.
"Where are your glasses.", Charles said as he helped the girl up.
"Looking for Tis?", another boy said, holding the glasses in his hand, offering his other to help Harry up.
The boy had short bowl-shaped black hair with light blue eyes and quite tall for his age. He was dressed in a crimson and white T-shirt, black skinny pants and dark sneakers.
"Sorry about that... I wasn't looking were I was going.", Harry apologized, accepting his glasses back, and putting them on.
"Its no big deal... I wasn't looking were I was going either.", the girl said.
"Yeah, you should really look where your going cousin.", the boy said with a cheeky grin, before extending his hand to Harry, "My name is Alex Kent by the way."
"Claire Kent.", the girl introduced herself, as the two boys shook hands.
"Harry Potter.", Harry said, just as an woman in her early thirties came over to them.
The woman looked similar to the girl, but instead of having gray eyes, she had light blue eyes. "Claire, you should be more careful.", the woman said to the girl before turning to the boy, "I am so sorry... Harry Potter?"
This surprised Harry quite a bit, "Y-Yeah, that's me.", he answered, sounding a little startled.
"I'm sorry for startling you. I knew your parents, and you look so much like your father, but you have your mother's eyes.", the woman said, "My name is Margaret Kent by the way."
"Good to see you in good health, Miss. Kent.", Charles said, having watched the entire situation unfold.
"Professor Jeager.", Margaret said, with a slight smile, shaking hands with the teacher.
"I am no longer your teacher, Margaret. Just call me Charles.", Charles pointed out sternly, "Though it is good to see you are doing well, my dear."
The two group decided to walk together towards the wizarding bank, the two adults catches up as Harry got in a conversation with Claire and Alex, thought more with Alex, who seemed quite lively and was speaking quite adamantly.
"All I am saying, they should just allow us first years to get brooms.", Alex said, looking towards Harry, "Don't you think so, Harry?"
"I... I don't know.", Harry answered.
"You would just crash right into a tree and break your arm... again.", Claire told him, much to her cousins irritation.
"That happened once.", Alex protested, before falling silent, "Alright it happened two times, but I have to train to keep my Quidditch skill up if I want to play for my house. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No.", Harry said, feeling more stupid by the minute.
"That's alright, Alex doesn't know either.", Claire reassured the boy.
"And you do?", Harry asked.
"I am expecting to be sorted into Gryffindor, like my parents were.", Claire said, confident of herself, "Ravenclaw wouldn't be so bad either. Though I rather be a Hufflepuf than a Slytherin."
"I don't know, I think green looks better on me than yellow.", Alex said with a grin, arms behind his head, but his grin faded when he noticed how quiet Harry had been, "Something wrong?"
"Nothing." Harry lied, but he then noticed Alex giving him a certain look, "What?"
"I know when something is bothering someone and they are lying that there isn't. Believe me, I speak from experience.", the taller boy said, eyeing the girl from the corner of his eye, "Come on, you can tell us. I promise I will only laugh a little and only if its really funny."
"What's Quidditch?", Harry asked.
"Really? That's all? Of course you wouldn't know, being raised by Muggles and all.", Alex said, before his cheerful smile returned, "Well, it's our sport, Wizard sport. It similar to that Muggle sport. What was the name again?"
"Football.", Claire told him.
"No, that doesn't sound right.", Alex said, tapping his chin, "I think it was soccer, but anyways, Quidditch is played up in the air on broomsticks and there's four balls."
He went on to explain the finer details of Quidditch. Something about Alex made Harry like the taller boy more by the minute, despise meeting each other just minutes ago, we was talking to Harry as if they had been friends for years.
Claire also seemed nice, though she was more quite than her more outgoing cousin, when ever Harry felt stupid for not knowing something, she would give a few words of reassurance.
They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold.
"Yeah, that's a goblin.", Charles said quietly as they walked up the white stone steps toward him. The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside.
Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
"Like I said, you have to be out of your mind to try and rob it.", Charles said.
A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these.
The two groups said goodbye to each other, with Alex saying, "See you at Hogwarts!", before each headed to the counter.
But before they reached their own, Charles noticed a giant of a man.
His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.
"Hagrid, how nice to see you.", Charles greeted the giant man with a smile, shaking hands with him.
"Good day to ya as well, Professor.", the man named Hagrid said, before noticing the boy next to Charles, "Is that?"
"Yes, indeed.", Charles said, before turning to Harry, "Hagrid, Tis is Harry Potter. Harry, Tis is Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
After making some talk with Hagrid, which included talking about the reason Hagrid was here, something about visiting Vault 713 and taking its contents to Hogwarts, before they headed towards the counter.
"Good morning.", Charles said to a free goblin, "We have come to take some money out of Mr. Harry Potter's safe."
"You have his key, Sir?"
"Right here.", Charles said, holding a tiny golden key between his index and middle finger.
The goblin looked at it closely, "That seems to be in order. I will have someone take you down to the vault. Griphook!"
Griphook was yet another goblin. Harry and Charles followed Griphook toward one of the doors leading off the hall.
There ya go, the first chapter, hope you enjoyed it. Many thanks to everyone who read this story, you beautiful bastards.
On a side note, this story wont intervene with the updating schedule of the original Potter And Kent Chronicles.
For now I wish you all a fantastic day and I will see you ladies and gents, next time. Mischief Managed.