Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Soul of fire ❯ Slytherin part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Harrison's POV

This whole mess started on the evening of the tradition annual feast. But before we go in to it, one has to first understand the history between the Potter siblings.

No one can really pinpoint the exact moment the Potter siblings, Lily Rose and her younger brother Harrison, stopped getting along with each other. Some might say, namely Sirius, that it was around the period Rose finally entered puberty and grew in to herself and stopped looking like the bastard child of a pig and a pug.

Remus had a more sensible theory; he believed that entering teenage years, the two years difference between Rose and Harrison had finally caught up with them. With Rose excelling at everything she does and gaining admirers left and right and Harrison struggling with his coursework and embarrassing himself left and right (according to Sirius), their once companionship just fell apart.

Rose, who was 2 years older than Harrison, barely spoke a word to him. It was thought that they had a fierce rivalry. That he was always looking to one up her. And that was how he saw the way Rose was looking at Tom Riddle, sighing dreamingly and giggling with her best friend.

That wasn't the truth. He couldn't care what she thought of him. After a year in Nightingale he had earned self confidence from his apprenticeship under the Deputy Headmaster. Still he kept up with her comings and goings. Durant sent mail saying that he barely passed his classes to his parents. In truth he was in the top 3 with all his classes. They just expected nothing from him. So Durant helped him keep the facade up.

Harrison knew Rose enough to know that this crush of hers was already pretty deep. If someone came along and snatched Tom under her very nose, she would be devastated, especially if that person was someone she looked down on. That would be amusing for him to watch. Though he wouldn't go after Tom he wasn't interested.

Having turned 15 last July Harrison was now old enough to be courted. Unlike his sister he did not receive a single offer. Not that he cared either way. To the outside world he was barely stronger than a squib. They had been fed lies by his parents and siblings for years.

Headmaster Durant had fed his parents lies that the school was for those without enough magic to go to Hogwarts. In truth only the best and brightest were offered a place in Nightingale. Being allowed entrance did not mean that the students would make it passed their first year. There were a set of trials that had to be passed before Yule of every students first year. One trial included gaining an apprenticeship from one of the Masters.

Harrison's own master was Matthew Keller a tall, tan skinned, brown haired American. He had a long list of masteries and as long as his apprentice was willing to put in the work Keller was willing to teach him. It was from this man that the spacial ring on the index finger of his left hand came from.

Originally only able to hold three square cubic meters of items it had been a handsome gift. Within his first year however that space had been expanded into 10. After proving his skills a deal had been struck between him and the goblins of Grimgotts. He would provide the runes and inscriptions; they would provide the steel. Profits were split sixty, thirty, ten in favor of the goblins then him. While the smallest amount was given to his master at the man's insistence.

Currently Harrison had two masteries under his belt and was working on his third. He was a Bronze Level Inscription Master, a Silver Level Technomage, and that didn't even include his Rank 5 Battle Mage active in status. To top it off he was only in his eighth year at Nightingale.

Officially Harrison could not take his OWLs until after he turned fifteen. For whatever reason the British Ministry had made it as such. When he took his OWLs during the summer he had gotten straight Os.had however taken the French and International equivalent. This summer he would be able to take the equivalent of his NEWT's in the subjects.

Harrison had never wanted to go to Hogwarts. Despite being forced to come here they were making Harrison do fifth year Hogwarts curriculum. Dumbledore did not believe his results and by his word the Board of Governors agreed. Not once he had the taste of freedom that Nightingale provided. They gave him the ability to learn all sorts of magic. Unlike most Schools of Magic they did not just practice one kind. All magic was taught carefully ensuring that every student had a grasp on them so that they weren't overwhelmed if they ever had to use the lesser branches.

The attack on Nightingale made by Grindelwald and his Reapers changed everything though. The students fought back to the best of their abilities as had the staff. But it wasn't enough and their school was heavily damaged by the onslot. Not only that but Durant and Keller had been put into comas from their wound. In total 78 students and staff were injured. Another 23 dead. Everyone felt the loss and struggled when they were separated. It wouldn't be until the next school year that they could open Nightingale again. For now they would have to make do with schools like Hogwarts. Grit their teeth and try not complain about falling behind in their specialized studies.

It had been a surprise to even Harrison when he was sorted into Slytherin. He had expected to go into Hufflepuff as he was a member of the House of Lupus. Then again his sworn blood brother XIII Hunter had also been sorted into Slytherin. The how for that one eluded even him.

XIII Hunter was a tall tanned black haired boy with ice blue eyes. He and Harrison had started out as bitter rivals but by Yule of their first year they had become reluctant allies. Battle Magic Professor Black, Sirius's younger brother Regulus had insisted on putting them together in the same squad. Black Hawks was the name and it was led by Harrison.

Compromising of seven members in total it quickly made a name for itself. The undefeated they were called. Uncreative but accurate.

As they had in Nightingale they were divided amongst the Houses. Every House having at least one of them. Harrison sat at the farthest end of the Slytherin Table. Eyes of students some he knew some he didn't were all upon him.

Rose fake whispered, "Oh now you've done it brother. Father is sure to disown you now."

Harrison and XIII snorted. Right he would be disowned. Just like the fire beneath his skin and Celtic band across his left wrist didn't exist. They believed he was a squib or close to it because Dumbledore told them to beleive it.

XIII said after a moment, "Stupid kid. She doesn't know what she is talking about."

"Don't start that now, XIII," chided Harrison but his eyes were alight with mischief, "Let the others know we will meet first thing in the mourning. Court an hour before everyone else."

"Of course, Nightingale's King," replied XIII sardonically, "And what of the Slytherin Court?"

Harrison discreetly glanced down the table before answering, "We will just have to ensure we're not followed."