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Harry glared at the letter in his hands not sure if he wanted it to be true. If so it meant hope of a sort the young wizard had always yearned for. On the other hand it would also end all denial regarding his godfather and a part of him still didn't want to believe Sirius was gone. Now that he knew the prophecy it all seemed inevitable, both the Headmaster and Voldemort truly believed no one else could defeat the Dark Lord and neither would allow it to be any other way.
"Dumbledore also said prophecy only has the power we give it." Temptation won and resolve hardened the youth's face. "Fuck the prophecy." For even a chance at getting his family back he would risk it. Alone in the smallest bedroom of 4 privet drive fate changed. Unwilling to leap in after recent experiences Harry read the instructions carefully. Sirius was very clear on the importance of two things, he would need to break the link with Voldemort so he couldn't be followed and to do that he needed to get rid of the Trace.
Apparently the second was easy, it was the first part that was dangerous. I guess there are advantages to having a library full of Dark Arts. Whatever anchored that link in his scar was necromancy and the animagus transformation would force it out if the shape was magically powerful enough. But the more powerful a shape the more likely it was to lose oneself in the first change. And the potion waiting in the package on his desk was attuned for the most powerful compatible form Sirius had been able to identify.
Most of the rest was in how to use the dimensional key or background on the destination it was attuned to. Now that Harry knew where the fugitive had vanished to so much during fourth year and the previous summer he was relieved that his godfather had been safe from the Ministry. But the place itself sounded like a pureblood paradise. Technology stuck in the dark ages, muggles as downtrodden peasants, wizards and witches as nobles. If not for the certainty which Sirius swore in writing that he'd tracked down Lily Potter's reincarnation there he wouldn't think of going. Harry knew this was one thing the unrepentant Marauder would never joke about.
After the flushing potion had run its course and he'd run to the lavatory. Harry sat once more on his bed considering his options. While he could return as long as he had a key this was not a day at Hogsmead. Even with all Sirius had done to make it possible he would be cut off from home in an unknown foreign place where dueling to the death was common. I can't inform anyone, he mused silently, Hermione would run straight to Dumbledore she proved that with the Firebolt third year. Ron's never been able to keep a secret from family, and much as I like his mum she's a smother who treats everyone like small children. No they would all stop him if they got a whiff, this was only possible because the Order had removed their guards when he agreed to write every three days.
It was a humbling experience to compare his own brooding and apathy to Sirius's efforts. While he goofed off with Ron and brooded about the unfairness of everything his godfather learned an entire branch of forbidden magic. Then gone on to pour the last of his family's dwindling wealth into building a foundation in that world should the war against Voldemort fail. In that moment Harry swore he would become worth the belief Sirius had shown in him.
There was little more to do aside from use the animagus potion and leave. Most anything Sirius thought useful including the contents of his vault was packed in the shrunken chest that arrived with letter, potions, and Key. A paragraph had been dedicated to the idiocy of leaving another in charge of one's Gringott's key and the difficulty of retrieving his from Mrs. Weasley. It was the work of minutes to repack his school trunk and reduce it to matchbox size along with Sirius's. Considering the size of the animagus form using the park or the ruined abbey a kilometer the other direction cross a field. Either way he'd need to wait till nightfall.
Late that evening once the sun was long gone and all the Dursleys asleep a silenced, disillusioned form crept out of #4 hopefully never to return. Turning the other way at Magnolia Crescent it cut through fields into the vine-cloaked shell of a ruined abbey. Harry dropped the spells with a muttered finite and twitch of his wand. Inside the roofless space of the main chapel would be plenty large enough. Placing the bookbag with his both trunks by the entrance he withdrew a large vial filled with crimson liquid that glowed faintly.
Last minute jitters assaulted Harry as he held the vial. During fourth year he'd been curious enough to check what the library said about animagi. And while the Pendragon method Sirius had prepared for him was both the swiftest and sole method capable of imbuing magical animagi forms it was also the riskiest. Quelling them he popped the cork and swallowed it down before he could choke on the blood magic potion.
At first the pain was just a pins-and-needles sensation. Then it grew, intensifying until Harry couldn't feel the changes past the stabbing pain. Worse than Voldemort's cruciatus, someone was screaming. Until the cries morphed into a dragon's roaring he didn't even realize it was himself. As he returned to his senses he found the world a very different place. Despite being a moonless night it was no darker than overcast day, he could literally see the faint glitter of life within everything including the tiniest plants, and the odd bat or nightbird glowed like mobile stars. Nearly fifty feet of sinous wingless body coiled across the broken stone pews blacker than the inside of a coal mine.
Distant sirens broke Harry out of a lingering fugue, he'd forgotten to silence himself or put up spells. Three minutes of trial and error later the wizard managed a return to human shape as he fretted over much closer sirens. It wasn't the muggle police worrying him but the possibility of the disturbance attracting the Ministry or Order. Hurrying now he rushed to the doors and his satchel. Too concerned to notice the lack of glasses or ease with which he saw in the darkness of the shadowed chapel walls. Now he just had to activate the Key inside a bounded space and step thru.
Hastily pushing magic into the Key till it began to glow and vibrate like a tuning fork Harry tapped it against the empty stone doorway. Harsh shadows cast in the brilliant green light of the portal filling the arch spilled out of the ruins. Responding to his need Hedwig lit on his shoulder in a flurry of wings. Harry spared the few seconds to ensure his wand and satchel were in order then stepped through the portal.
Unlike taking a portkey there were no sensations of movement only of vast emptiness that resonated with his magic. Flagstone slapped against his shoes and as Harry glimpsed the darkened castle room wondered if the Key sent him to Hogwarts by mistake. Then a melon-sized chunk of ice whipped in front of his face and shattered a dresser. Girl's clothing scattered everywhere as he dove for cover behind a trunk, half-garbled protegio deflecting another of the bludger-sized hailstones.
Harry snapped off an expeliarmus in the general direction of the ice and saw a girl in a nightgown standing on a large bed. No longer covered by a shield wind lashed out knocking him into the wall. Protegio, much better than the last it shoved the trunk off him and bounced the javelin-sized icicle away where it shattered a window on its way out. Realizing the last spell could have skewered him the wizard dipped into spells learned for the Tri-Wizard.
Diffindo a barely visible line of force cliced through posts holding the canopy up but his opponent avoided it by leaping back off the bed just before she would have been tangled. Accio Girl, she was pulled forward to crash headfirst into the bed, responding with a cutting spell that dug a handlength into the stone wall a half-meter to his left. Reducto the bed snapped in half and flipped over pinning her underneath with a cry of pain.
"This was all a stupid mistake, let me get that bed off you and we can fix your room." Harry stood from behind the mauled trunk and pointed his wand to levitate the bed. And had just enough warning from the flash of light and heat to cast a flame-freezing charm on himself before a bonfire engulfed him. Wendelyn the weird was right this does tickle, he thought inanely. It died out allowing him to see the redhead in the doorway who'd cast it. As she gaped in surprise Harry's quick 'expelliarmus' flipped her wand out into the hallway. Safe to ignore for the next few seconds he levitated the half of the bed lying on top the whimpering girl and dropped it in an empty corner of the room.
Only to be blindsided as the redhead crashed into him with a kidney punch taking both to the floor. Barely able to hold onto his wand Harry deflected a knee to the groin and was clawed across the face instead. The last time he'd fought like this was when Piers older sister jumped him in primary for giving the rat-faced boy a black eye. She was shouting incomprehensibly and lashing out like an enraged cat. 'Stupefy then she was unconscious and a red lizard the size of a crocodile was trying to bite his face off.
[What in Brimir's name is going on here!] A woman's voice shouted in what sounded like French. The floor grew a stony hand to restrain the lizard even as a spell lit up the room. Past her a growing crowd of students in nightclothes were visible. [You are not a student here! What were you doing to these girls?] Harry shifted to move the redhead off him and stopped as a wand jabbed in his direction.
"I'm not going to hurt anyone," he tried reassuringly with his free hand extended and open. "You don't understand a word of English do you?" More slowly Harry pushed himself out from under the girl. Another stone hand popped out of the floor and grabbed a leg jerking him toward the far wall. Finite, it vanished back into the stonework leaving teacher and student alike far more surprised than an ordinary dispelling charm should have. "Stay calm not attacking," he kept the wand pointed down and away from anyone.
"I speku Engris," an asian boy maybe a year or so older said as he pushed through the crowd. Then spoke to the others in that French-like language and some of the tension left the group. "What do here? Why hurt Tabitha and Kirche?"
"Mistake, this was a mistake. I have a translator pendant will they let me get it from my bag?" The asian boy and the older woman spoke back and forth more until she warily nodded. Unsure where he was Harry didn't want to end up fugitive or the cause of an international incident. So doing his best to move slowly and not cause any surprises he reached into his satchel and withdrew the plain gold necklace with its rune-marked pendant then slipped it over his head. Abruptly the chattering students made perfect sense. "Do you understand me now?"
Some of the suspicion went out of the middle-aged witch he assumed was a teacher. "Why are you here? Why did you attack these two girls?"
Not the best way to start things off. "It was all a terrible misunderstanding. This is where the portal brought me. The blue-haired one attacked me, I don't blame her but I was too busy trying not to die to calm her down then I was jumped by the redhead. Can you get a healer for the blue-haired girl I flipped the bed over on her and she sounds hurt?"
"Take her to the infirmary," a pair of students in purple robes over nightclothes levitated the pale bluenette outside where she vanished past the crowd. "Portal? Do you really expect me to believe that?"
"See that piece of crystal with the glowing runes on it? That's a portal key, no don't touch it! The runes are glowing because it's still charged. My godfather left it to bring me to Headmaster Osmond at the Tristain Academy if he died and the civil war turned bad. I was in a hurry and I overpowered it, am I anywhere near the Tristain Academy?" Several of the students left nodding to themselves. As he'd avoided giving details Harry figured they probably assumed it was something they knew about. Those who didn't huddled closer just like he'd seen at Hogwarts.
"You are at Tristain Academy, and will be escorted to the Headmaster to verify your story. But first you'll tell me what you've done to Ms. Von Zerbst. I hope you can pay for the damages you've caused." Disapproval heavy in her voice.
"The redhead?" Harry pointed with his left hand. "Stunning charm she'll wake up by herself in a few hours or I can wake her up by reversing it. As for the room." It might not be the best plan but he decided to let his wand answer that one. Repairo, the three major pieces of the bed and all its splinters slammed together and mended as if never broken in the first place. Quickly followed by the dresser, trunk, window, and shattered stonework. Slack-jawed amazement greeted his actions, especially from the pink-haired one standing with the asian boy who spoke English. Why Harry couldn't figure out. He'd read enough of Sirius's notes to know that Halkegenian wizards used magic differently but these were basic enough spells for OWL students let alone a teacher.
"Ms Chevreuse," a tall balding man holding a staff made his way to the front, "I'll bring him to the Headmaster if you'll see everyone back to their beds as they all have class tomorrow."
"Thank you Colbert. You heard him back to sleep all of you." She chivvied the students down the hall. As she did so the hand restraining the lizard morphed back into floor and it went to check on its master glaring at Harry all the way.
"Make the device safe and restore Ms Zerbst then I'll take you to the headmaster. You certainly look the part of the refugee don't you?" A quick finite on the Key doused its glowing runes allowing the bald teacher to snatch it up. Harry retreated to the doorway before enervating the redhead. She burst to her feet looking around wildly and took a step in his direction before the professor diffused things. "Ms. Zerbst this was all a mistake. Your friend is in the infirmary and you are welcome to go check on her tomorrow morning when I'm sure you'll have heard much more about what happened. But for now return to your room."
As he was being directed away by the balding wizard Harry couldn't help but mutter, "Bloody hell she's more stacked than Susan Bones," to which the only response was a suspicious cough by the professor.
Meeting with Osmond Goes HERE
Louise/Saito conversation goes HERE
As Harry dressed in the much better clothing provided in Sirius's chest with the aid of a resizing charm it crossed his mind that even in a new dimension old men with long beards tended to get what they wanted. Osmond was far better than Dumbledore about being controlling and obsessive yet was still frighteningly clever. Somehow it just seemed reasonable to stay at Tristain Academy for a while. Audit classes to learn a bit of their magic as he practiced his own, and they'd wave the fees for copies of his Hogwarts schoolbooks. Well he was committed now.
Inwardly he thanked heaven for animagus potion because while still pale and thin judging from last year's Hogwarts uniform he'd gained fifteen centimeters in height and perfect vision by using it. It was good not to be the short, scrawny, half-blind one anymore. Still if he'd learned anything at Hogwarts it was that his arrival would be the noisiest gossip of the school for a while. Conversation halted when he stepped into the diing hall for breakfast. Ignoring the stares as he learned in second year the dimension travelling wizard took a seat with the second years near a girl that had the most amazing curled blond hair. Being a little late the food had already been served and he was preparing to make do with the dregs of the serving platters when a pretty servant who reminded Harry of a buxom Su Li arrived. Wordlessly she placed a serving of food before him with downcast eyes. Before the girl could retreat he caught her hand.
"Thank you, late as I was I didn't think much would be left." As she left holding the hand he'd touched in her other a student scoffed.
"Thanking a servant for doing her job," the pudgy blond drawled more arrogantly than Malfoy ever had. "One would think you not a noble at all."
"Those who cook your food can just as easily poison it," Harry used a lesson taught well by the Dursleys. Petunia watched him like a hawk when he cooked at #4 for very good reason. "Only fools mistreat the cook." Every student in earshot fell silent briefly until the bravest gathered the nerve to mock the blond backhandedly.
"That's so reasonable it sounds almost Germanian," the stacked redhead from last night dropped into the empty seat on his left with a pronounced jiggle. Harry was reminded vividly that Halkegenia had yet to invent the bra. As she swiftly yet so politely appropriated half his meal while his eyes were drawn to her most prominent features.
"Dumbledore also said prophecy only has the power we give it." Temptation won and resolve hardened the youth's face. "Fuck the prophecy." For even a chance at getting his family back he would risk it. Alone in the smallest bedroom of 4 privet drive fate changed. Unwilling to leap in after recent experiences Harry read the instructions carefully. Sirius was very clear on the importance of two things, he would need to break the link with Voldemort so he couldn't be followed and to do that he needed to get rid of the Trace.
Apparently the second was easy, it was the first part that was dangerous. I guess there are advantages to having a library full of Dark Arts. Whatever anchored that link in his scar was necromancy and the animagus transformation would force it out if the shape was magically powerful enough. But the more powerful a shape the more likely it was to lose oneself in the first change. And the potion waiting in the package on his desk was attuned for the most powerful compatible form Sirius had been able to identify.
Most of the rest was in how to use the dimensional key or background on the destination it was attuned to. Now that Harry knew where the fugitive had vanished to so much during fourth year and the previous summer he was relieved that his godfather had been safe from the Ministry. But the place itself sounded like a pureblood paradise. Technology stuck in the dark ages, muggles as downtrodden peasants, wizards and witches as nobles. If not for the certainty which Sirius swore in writing that he'd tracked down Lily Potter's reincarnation there he wouldn't think of going. Harry knew this was one thing the unrepentant Marauder would never joke about.
After the flushing potion had run its course and he'd run to the lavatory. Harry sat once more on his bed considering his options. While he could return as long as he had a key this was not a day at Hogsmead. Even with all Sirius had done to make it possible he would be cut off from home in an unknown foreign place where dueling to the death was common. I can't inform anyone, he mused silently, Hermione would run straight to Dumbledore she proved that with the Firebolt third year. Ron's never been able to keep a secret from family, and much as I like his mum she's a smother who treats everyone like small children. No they would all stop him if they got a whiff, this was only possible because the Order had removed their guards when he agreed to write every three days.
It was a humbling experience to compare his own brooding and apathy to Sirius's efforts. While he goofed off with Ron and brooded about the unfairness of everything his godfather learned an entire branch of forbidden magic. Then gone on to pour the last of his family's dwindling wealth into building a foundation in that world should the war against Voldemort fail. In that moment Harry swore he would become worth the belief Sirius had shown in him.
There was little more to do aside from use the animagus potion and leave. Most anything Sirius thought useful including the contents of his vault was packed in the shrunken chest that arrived with letter, potions, and Key. A paragraph had been dedicated to the idiocy of leaving another in charge of one's Gringott's key and the difficulty of retrieving his from Mrs. Weasley. It was the work of minutes to repack his school trunk and reduce it to matchbox size along with Sirius's. Considering the size of the animagus form using the park or the ruined abbey a kilometer the other direction cross a field. Either way he'd need to wait till nightfall.
Late that evening once the sun was long gone and all the Dursleys asleep a silenced, disillusioned form crept out of #4 hopefully never to return. Turning the other way at Magnolia Crescent it cut through fields into the vine-cloaked shell of a ruined abbey. Harry dropped the spells with a muttered finite and twitch of his wand. Inside the roofless space of the main chapel would be plenty large enough. Placing the bookbag with his both trunks by the entrance he withdrew a large vial filled with crimson liquid that glowed faintly.
Last minute jitters assaulted Harry as he held the vial. During fourth year he'd been curious enough to check what the library said about animagi. And while the Pendragon method Sirius had prepared for him was both the swiftest and sole method capable of imbuing magical animagi forms it was also the riskiest. Quelling them he popped the cork and swallowed it down before he could choke on the blood magic potion.
At first the pain was just a pins-and-needles sensation. Then it grew, intensifying until Harry couldn't feel the changes past the stabbing pain. Worse than Voldemort's cruciatus, someone was screaming. Until the cries morphed into a dragon's roaring he didn't even realize it was himself. As he returned to his senses he found the world a very different place. Despite being a moonless night it was no darker than overcast day, he could literally see the faint glitter of life within everything including the tiniest plants, and the odd bat or nightbird glowed like mobile stars. Nearly fifty feet of sinous wingless body coiled across the broken stone pews blacker than the inside of a coal mine.
Distant sirens broke Harry out of a lingering fugue, he'd forgotten to silence himself or put up spells. Three minutes of trial and error later the wizard managed a return to human shape as he fretted over much closer sirens. It wasn't the muggle police worrying him but the possibility of the disturbance attracting the Ministry or Order. Hurrying now he rushed to the doors and his satchel. Too concerned to notice the lack of glasses or ease with which he saw in the darkness of the shadowed chapel walls. Now he just had to activate the Key inside a bounded space and step thru.
Hastily pushing magic into the Key till it began to glow and vibrate like a tuning fork Harry tapped it against the empty stone doorway. Harsh shadows cast in the brilliant green light of the portal filling the arch spilled out of the ruins. Responding to his need Hedwig lit on his shoulder in a flurry of wings. Harry spared the few seconds to ensure his wand and satchel were in order then stepped through the portal.
Unlike taking a portkey there were no sensations of movement only of vast emptiness that resonated with his magic. Flagstone slapped against his shoes and as Harry glimpsed the darkened castle room wondered if the Key sent him to Hogwarts by mistake. Then a melon-sized chunk of ice whipped in front of his face and shattered a dresser. Girl's clothing scattered everywhere as he dove for cover behind a trunk, half-garbled protegio deflecting another of the bludger-sized hailstones.
Harry snapped off an expeliarmus in the general direction of the ice and saw a girl in a nightgown standing on a large bed. No longer covered by a shield wind lashed out knocking him into the wall. Protegio, much better than the last it shoved the trunk off him and bounced the javelin-sized icicle away where it shattered a window on its way out. Realizing the last spell could have skewered him the wizard dipped into spells learned for the Tri-Wizard.
Diffindo a barely visible line of force cliced through posts holding the canopy up but his opponent avoided it by leaping back off the bed just before she would have been tangled. Accio Girl, she was pulled forward to crash headfirst into the bed, responding with a cutting spell that dug a handlength into the stone wall a half-meter to his left. Reducto the bed snapped in half and flipped over pinning her underneath with a cry of pain.
"This was all a stupid mistake, let me get that bed off you and we can fix your room." Harry stood from behind the mauled trunk and pointed his wand to levitate the bed. And had just enough warning from the flash of light and heat to cast a flame-freezing charm on himself before a bonfire engulfed him. Wendelyn the weird was right this does tickle, he thought inanely. It died out allowing him to see the redhead in the doorway who'd cast it. As she gaped in surprise Harry's quick 'expelliarmus' flipped her wand out into the hallway. Safe to ignore for the next few seconds he levitated the half of the bed lying on top the whimpering girl and dropped it in an empty corner of the room.
Only to be blindsided as the redhead crashed into him with a kidney punch taking both to the floor. Barely able to hold onto his wand Harry deflected a knee to the groin and was clawed across the face instead. The last time he'd fought like this was when Piers older sister jumped him in primary for giving the rat-faced boy a black eye. She was shouting incomprehensibly and lashing out like an enraged cat. 'Stupefy then she was unconscious and a red lizard the size of a crocodile was trying to bite his face off.
[What in Brimir's name is going on here!] A woman's voice shouted in what sounded like French. The floor grew a stony hand to restrain the lizard even as a spell lit up the room. Past her a growing crowd of students in nightclothes were visible. [You are not a student here! What were you doing to these girls?] Harry shifted to move the redhead off him and stopped as a wand jabbed in his direction.
"I'm not going to hurt anyone," he tried reassuringly with his free hand extended and open. "You don't understand a word of English do you?" More slowly Harry pushed himself out from under the girl. Another stone hand popped out of the floor and grabbed a leg jerking him toward the far wall. Finite, it vanished back into the stonework leaving teacher and student alike far more surprised than an ordinary dispelling charm should have. "Stay calm not attacking," he kept the wand pointed down and away from anyone.
"I speku Engris," an asian boy maybe a year or so older said as he pushed through the crowd. Then spoke to the others in that French-like language and some of the tension left the group. "What do here? Why hurt Tabitha and Kirche?"
"Mistake, this was a mistake. I have a translator pendant will they let me get it from my bag?" The asian boy and the older woman spoke back and forth more until she warily nodded. Unsure where he was Harry didn't want to end up fugitive or the cause of an international incident. So doing his best to move slowly and not cause any surprises he reached into his satchel and withdrew the plain gold necklace with its rune-marked pendant then slipped it over his head. Abruptly the chattering students made perfect sense. "Do you understand me now?"
Some of the suspicion went out of the middle-aged witch he assumed was a teacher. "Why are you here? Why did you attack these two girls?"
Not the best way to start things off. "It was all a terrible misunderstanding. This is where the portal brought me. The blue-haired one attacked me, I don't blame her but I was too busy trying not to die to calm her down then I was jumped by the redhead. Can you get a healer for the blue-haired girl I flipped the bed over on her and she sounds hurt?"
"Take her to the infirmary," a pair of students in purple robes over nightclothes levitated the pale bluenette outside where she vanished past the crowd. "Portal? Do you really expect me to believe that?"
"See that piece of crystal with the glowing runes on it? That's a portal key, no don't touch it! The runes are glowing because it's still charged. My godfather left it to bring me to Headmaster Osmond at the Tristain Academy if he died and the civil war turned bad. I was in a hurry and I overpowered it, am I anywhere near the Tristain Academy?" Several of the students left nodding to themselves. As he'd avoided giving details Harry figured they probably assumed it was something they knew about. Those who didn't huddled closer just like he'd seen at Hogwarts.
"You are at Tristain Academy, and will be escorted to the Headmaster to verify your story. But first you'll tell me what you've done to Ms. Von Zerbst. I hope you can pay for the damages you've caused." Disapproval heavy in her voice.
"The redhead?" Harry pointed with his left hand. "Stunning charm she'll wake up by herself in a few hours or I can wake her up by reversing it. As for the room." It might not be the best plan but he decided to let his wand answer that one. Repairo, the three major pieces of the bed and all its splinters slammed together and mended as if never broken in the first place. Quickly followed by the dresser, trunk, window, and shattered stonework. Slack-jawed amazement greeted his actions, especially from the pink-haired one standing with the asian boy who spoke English. Why Harry couldn't figure out. He'd read enough of Sirius's notes to know that Halkegenian wizards used magic differently but these were basic enough spells for OWL students let alone a teacher.
"Ms Chevreuse," a tall balding man holding a staff made his way to the front, "I'll bring him to the Headmaster if you'll see everyone back to their beds as they all have class tomorrow."
"Thank you Colbert. You heard him back to sleep all of you." She chivvied the students down the hall. As she did so the hand restraining the lizard morphed back into floor and it went to check on its master glaring at Harry all the way.
"Make the device safe and restore Ms Zerbst then I'll take you to the headmaster. You certainly look the part of the refugee don't you?" A quick finite on the Key doused its glowing runes allowing the bald teacher to snatch it up. Harry retreated to the doorway before enervating the redhead. She burst to her feet looking around wildly and took a step in his direction before the professor diffused things. "Ms. Zerbst this was all a mistake. Your friend is in the infirmary and you are welcome to go check on her tomorrow morning when I'm sure you'll have heard much more about what happened. But for now return to your room."
As he was being directed away by the balding wizard Harry couldn't help but mutter, "Bloody hell she's more stacked than Susan Bones," to which the only response was a suspicious cough by the professor.
Meeting with Osmond Goes HERE
Louise/Saito conversation goes HERE
As Harry dressed in the much better clothing provided in Sirius's chest with the aid of a resizing charm it crossed his mind that even in a new dimension old men with long beards tended to get what they wanted. Osmond was far better than Dumbledore about being controlling and obsessive yet was still frighteningly clever. Somehow it just seemed reasonable to stay at Tristain Academy for a while. Audit classes to learn a bit of their magic as he practiced his own, and they'd wave the fees for copies of his Hogwarts schoolbooks. Well he was committed now.
Inwardly he thanked heaven for animagus potion because while still pale and thin judging from last year's Hogwarts uniform he'd gained fifteen centimeters in height and perfect vision by using it. It was good not to be the short, scrawny, half-blind one anymore. Still if he'd learned anything at Hogwarts it was that his arrival would be the noisiest gossip of the school for a while. Conversation halted when he stepped into the diing hall for breakfast. Ignoring the stares as he learned in second year the dimension travelling wizard took a seat with the second years near a girl that had the most amazing curled blond hair. Being a little late the food had already been served and he was preparing to make do with the dregs of the serving platters when a pretty servant who reminded Harry of a buxom Su Li arrived. Wordlessly she placed a serving of food before him with downcast eyes. Before the girl could retreat he caught her hand.
"Thank you, late as I was I didn't think much would be left." As she left holding the hand he'd touched in her other a student scoffed.
"Thanking a servant for doing her job," the pudgy blond drawled more arrogantly than Malfoy ever had. "One would think you not a noble at all."
"Those who cook your food can just as easily poison it," Harry used a lesson taught well by the Dursleys. Petunia watched him like a hawk when he cooked at #4 for very good reason. "Only fools mistreat the cook." Every student in earshot fell silent briefly until the bravest gathered the nerve to mock the blond backhandedly.
"That's so reasonable it sounds almost Germanian," the stacked redhead from last night dropped into the empty seat on his left with a pronounced jiggle. Harry was reminded vividly that Halkegenia had yet to invent the bra. As she swiftly yet so politely appropriated half his meal while his eyes were drawn to her most prominent features.
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