Two Boys for One Girl
“Headmaster Dumbledore! Something happened back in Professor Snape’s office! It seemed like someone tried to steal his stocks of Polyjuice Potion!”
“What?!” Dumbledore’s voice boomed throughout the hallway as he quickly rushed out of his seat, followed by Minerva, Amelia and the rest of the aurors. That probably explains why Severus has been taking so long to get back from the washroom . The old aged headmaster thought as the large group headed straight towards the office of the potions master and as soon as Albus and the whole crew filed into the door, they can finally see a ragged Snape pointing a wand at a portly but rugged-looking man with scars, a wooden leg and an artificial eye.
“What in the bloody hell are you two doing, Snape, Alastor?!” Minerva tried to get the man to put down his wand, “This—”
But before she could notice, something was happening to the man Minerva just called Alastor. His broad arms and legs began to twist and get thinner while his bodily form was rapidly changing. His skin was also melting away, much to the horror of those witnessing it. After a few more seconds, the prostate man had shapeshifted into another human.
Amelia, being the first to recognize the said man, nearly gasped as she quickly pointed her wand towards the man, “Th-That’s Barty Crouch Jr. Impossible! He should have died back in Azkaban.”
“Looks like the Elder Bartemius must have helped him escape,” Albus said as he then looked at the large trunk which was strangely moving—as if someone was stuck inside trying to get out by kicking it.
Albus then walked towards the trunk and let it open for a few seconds before the last panel had been unlocked, revealing a weakened and dehydrated but alive plump man.
“Hold on there, Professor Moody. We’re getting you out of there.”
After the short break and before the video started playing again, everyone seemed to be in a somber mood as the on-the-spot questioning of Barty Crouch Junior led to uncomfortable facts.
One, Voldemort was certainly planning to come back to life by having the younger Crouch put Harry’s name in the Goblet of Fire using the Confundus Charm. In turn, it would have transported Harry into the Triwizard Cup that serves as a portkey towards Little Hangleton Graveyard had he been present. Two, Peter Pettigrew was undeniably working with the two of them.
Needless to say, Barty Crouch Junior was kissed-on-sight courtesy of a Dementor that Cornelius Fudge brought along with him although he was, with a frustrated manner, angrily denying that Voldemort will be resurrected, not that he was taken seriously by everyone surrounding him. Barty’s father, meanwhile, had to be taken into custody and was temporarily locked up in one of the cells of the DMLE.
“Glad you brought me out of there. He managed to one-up me…” Alastor grumbled as he took a nutrition potion to help his body recover.
“I’m happy to help,” Albus smiled genuinely.
On the other side of the teacher’s table, Sirius and the newcomer Remus Lupin were busy chatting and catching up. The latter travelled quickly to Hogwarts via a Floo Network and was sobbing heavily for not believing his friend. Sirius reassured him that everything is in the past and that it’s time to focus on the present. He also filled Remus with what he needed to know, including Harry’s time in the State of Akalelana and his life there.
“So let me get this straight…rather than the Goblet of Fire transporting him here, it instead showed us what his life was like in Akalelana with your distant relative…a bloke named Ezra Black?” Remus asked. He was even more curious now that he learned that whoever was the previous leader of that semi-mysterious country had managed to fend off Dumbledore and, to his memory, he has yet to find anyone who can match the old warlock’s capabilities.
“Pretty much it. And from what we have seen so far, it looks like Ezra Black had raised Harry like how Prongs and Lily would have wanted to. Although it also seems like a group of criminals are after his and his future girlfriend’s heads—just because Ezra cut down a hundred of them gits,” Sirius honestly had no choice but to respect Ezra’s own power if he managed to slay his opponents that outnumbered him 100-to-1.
“Look. The video’s starting!” Someone called out and everyone then went silent as the title CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU was displayed.
The screen then opens up to a very larger-than-usual classroom which is obviously in Bayit Tanit High. There were 30 students all wearing civilian clothes while there was a large screen in front. The doors are opening automatically through a scanner and locking machine while the tables are per individual. The door had a simple plaque with the title CLASS 8-31.
A teacher, wearing long red sleeves and black tailored pants called to a blonde male with hair combed stylishly. “Lucas Weaver!”
The blonde stood up. He was wearing checkered long sleeves, tailored black pants, and shiny leather shoes. In high standards, he was quite handsome and had the vibe of a model that was not missed by many of the females in his class.
“Well…I had to admit. He looks good-looking and has the hots…” Parvati said.
“Agreed. He’s even hotter than some of the boys that we have here in Hogwarts…” Another Gryffindor agreed with her while many of the boys within her earshot merely grunted.
However, some of the adults don't seem to like the boy.
“I don’t even know the lad personally and yet, something about him and his obvious rabid fangirls there is making me want to kick him in his arse muggle style,” Alastor said, quite getting irritated by just looking at the blonde. It just reminded him of a more handsome Lucius Malfoy, as much as it disgusted him to say it.
“Yea but then again, if I remember correctly, his family did die at the hands of his older brother. I guess him being that grouchy is a result of that incident…” Sirius gently reminded him.
“Lucas, can you tell me what the Nefilim 12 of each mystical school are?”
Lucas then answered with pomp and a hint of aristocracy, “The Nefilim 12 are the 12 highest ranked students in the whole high school, regardless of their year level. The rankings are mainly based on their theoretical and practical knowledge of the broad mystical arts, the mastery of the basic martial arts, and the field application of the mentioned studies into the fields. It also takes into account the one-on-one duels which the high-ranked students are required to do at least once a month if they want to maintain their standing in the Nefilim 12. It can be done with available instructors or with fellow students if consent is given from all important parties.”
“He sounds like he was reading it from a textbook’s paragraph…” Seamus Finnigan said.
“Maybe he’s just that smart…or at least, can accurately remember what he read in a book,” Dean Thomas replied, “You know, like Hermione Granger over there.” He then glanced at the mentioned bushy haired girl, who just rolled her eyes at him.
“Excellent, take your seat. Katrina Bones!”
“There’s Harry’s girl!” Ron exclaimed.
The blonde girl stood up as the teacher asked, “Kate, can you explain to me what a Nepesh is?”
“Eh, yes sir,” Kate sounded confused but answered nonetheless. “A Nepesh is the source of the power of the supernatural population of all the Canaanite peoples, be it the Ammonites, the Moabites, the Edomites and the Hebrew Tribes but most of all the Phoenician and their Punic descendants. It also included the non-Canaanite Semitic peoples like the Akkadians, Assyrians and the Babylonians as well as the entities like the Sumerians and the Nabatu tribes. Basically, it’s kind of present in all of the Akalelani, all of which had at least a quarter of Canaanite-Semitic ancestry, since birth.”
“Well, that answers what is this Nepesh that they were all mentioning in the previous video,” Flying instructor Rolanda Hooch said.
“So it’s basically magic energy that was somehow exclusive to their race,” Flitwick noted while thinking what made it very special from the magical energy of the mainstream wizardry.
“Excellent. You may take your seat,” the teacher nodded before resuming his discussion. “The Nepesh is basically our own magical energy flowing in our bodies. Basically, it allows us to perform feats that any normal human or in some cases, even ordinary wizards under the ICW can’t perform,” he said with a heavy emphasis. “Another thing is that it’s called the All-Encompassing Element in the sense that it can be used for all mystical arts from different civilizations. For instance, everyone with even a tiny amount of Nepesh can perform the basic magic of all European wizards. Here…”
He then took out what looked like an ordinary wand before uttering the words “Expecto Patronum” before a bright and silvery light appeared and took the form of a large and wide-brimmed Golden Eagle which flew briefly into the room before it disintegrated. He then smiled, “I had a confession to make, though. This is my first time being able to cast such a mainstream wizardry spell although I have seen others do it a lot of times, being able to witness it when I was assigned as a scout in the Magical Community of Britain for a year.”
Everyone was silent for the moment when they saw that.
Then everyone began to shout again.
“Even the Akalelani can perform the Patronus Charm?! That’s got to be the hardest to perform and it took the beating of the lifetime in my arse to cast it correctly!”
“And yet, he did not even break a sweat performing it!”
“And he said that it was his first time casting the Patronus Charm! Bloody bugger, these guys must have been too blessed!”
Such was the scene in the hallway and among the aurors while in the teacher’s table, everyone was having their own discussion. Albus was sighing for like the 50th time of the day (even if it’s just the morning hours) as the others were in whispers.
“The Patronus Charm requires positive thoughts, right? He looks bored and yet, he successfully produced one,” Sirius muttered.
“I don’t know. Maybe he was thinking of his positive thoughts in his own way,” Remus replied back.
The teacher then called someone else, “Camille Klieger!”
The student named Camille, who had dirty blonde hair like Kate and is tied in a twintails style, stood up.
“Camille, do you know how the Akalelani had eventually managed to obtain Nepesh in their bodies.”
“Uhm…” Camille looked like she was struggling to remember the facts before she replied, “If I remember correctly, they are from an extraterrestrial element called Manna which came from the Holy Rocks of Elyon.”
“Well, that’s part of it…” The teacher said as he motions for Camille to sit down. “Actually, even before the Holy Rocks of Elyon fell from the cosmos, there were, in fact, already a lot of magical elements that exist here on Earth which formed the basis of the mainstream wizardry that most of the Magical World see today and like Nepesh, they were brought to Earth by a lot of natural forces, either by meteor showers or other cosmic phenomenon. However, the Manna from heaven was far different in a sense that it pushed the limits of what magic can humans do to borderline divine level.”
“Well shit…for the first time in my life, these kinds of people are making my hairs stand up,” Sirius was honestly already intimidated with the Akalelani when he watched the second video and the fact that their powers actually transcends beyond the limits of the mainstream wizardry wasn’t helping at all.
“Tell me about it,” Amelia, at this point, had already accepted that the State of Akalelana were doing a lot of things that she thinks should have been done years ago by Magical Britain
He then paused for the moment before he continued, “The Holy Rocks of Elyon phenomena isn’t just only a single event but a series of Manna-laden meteors that rained what is now Lebanon, South of Syria, north of Israel today, and our current country. From there, the Phoenicians and the other Canaanites who had contact with these divine rocks, would then spread towards Carthage where Mother Akal-Elana, our progenitor and the first priestess to record every important Nepesh-related abilities, would lead our nation to escape towards where our state is now standing since if you remember correctly, the Romans had just razed down Carthage to the ground after their third showdown. Unfortunately, due to continuous pursuits by the Romans as they were after the manna of the Punics and their allies, the defenses were quickly breached and Mother Akal-Elana used her entire power to submerge the entire island country to sink all the invaders with her while the rest decided to flee to the heathen lands to hide or to intermingle with the local populace somewhere. Of course, due to Mother Akal-Elana’s foresight of writing down everything related to the Nepesh and the Canaanite society in general as well as the verbal and secret transfer of knowledge from generation to generation, the Punics and their descendants managed to preserve their knowledge of their original roots even as they intermixed with different races and absorbed outside knowledge in order to adapt to the changing times. Well, in the present, our land is still blessed with the rocks of Manna that can still be found littered around the country but they are continuously guarded by the authorities so don’t ask me where they are as only a selected few actually knows. They are also continuing to search any remaining traces of the rocks of Manna in the Maghrebi regions and in the parts of Israel, Palestine, and the rest of the Levantine Region so they can quickly ship them off to Akalelana.”
“That’s some boring-ass lecture. Not much different from ours…” Ron grumbled.
“I don’t know. He looked more lively than our own history teacher, who happens to be a ghost. At least, they don’t look like they’re about to fall asleep…” Hermione said while filing away all the knowledge she desperately needed to understand Harry’s current society even more.
“It’s bugging me but how did these Manna meteorites end up influencing humans?” One of the students asked.
“Well, that’s a good question. Imagine a nuclear bomb hitting a densely packed city and the devastating radiation fallout ended up affecting all living creatures even to the point of transforming their cells and tissues. That’s roughly how Manna would transform into Nepesh in the bodies of the proto-Akalelani,” the teacher explained, “When the meteorites fell, the radiative fallout of the Manna-infused rocks affected fertile parents planning to have children and already pregnant mothers. Taxonomically speaking, the ancestors of all Akalelani people can be considered an evolution of the human species into a more transcendent species and by default, are superhuman in nature as they are born with Nepesh that passively enhances their body beyond normal human capabilities. But don’t let it get to your head as we're still humans, after all. We can still be killed with a bullet straight into the head and we can still die of old age. Don’t forget that, kids.”
“Yes, Sir Arik!”
“Good. Since I’m your class supervisor, I’ll just send your assignments in your online portal later. Well, that’s it. Wait for your basic entrepreneurship teacher. She’ll be late as she was summoned by the city council for a budget review.” The teacher then leaves.
“Eh? What’s entreprenuship?” Ron asked.
Hermione sounded exasperated, “It’s entrepreneurship and seriously, do I have to explain to you what that is? Fine. It’s like dealing with the studies of conducting businesses as well as handling money for a lot of reasons, but most of them are to help grow your personal finances, make savings, as well as to invest them in a meaningful business.”
“Oh? So something like we see in all stores in Diagon Alley?”
“Yes. A bit rougher but you can think of it that way.”
CLASS 8-69
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“Yeah. Of all class numbers, that has to be the most…disturbing class names to be called…” Neville said, quite disturbed.
Most of the people in the hall agreed with the Longbottom heir.
The scene then shifts to another very larger-than-usual classroom. There were also 30 students all wearing civilian clothes while there was a large screen in front. The doors are also opening automatically through a scanner and locking machine while the tables are per individual.
A male teacher was busy speaking to the class as he was writing something on the board. He was tall, standing 195 cm and had a muscular build, indicating that he always worked out. He also had bruises and cuts in his arms and possibly his upper body, indicating that he was also a combatant—a heavy hitter. He was also wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and slippers while his shiny bald head was radiating.
“Look at that body…” One of the Beauxbatons students whispered dreamily while drooling while the rest of her female classmates agreed as they fanned themselves to keep the imaginary heat rising from their bodies down.
“An Akalelani with that kind of body?” Roger Davies from the Ravenclaws paled at imagining that someone like him had to go fight the muscular man one on one.
“Yeah, I’m just going to pass on that chance…” Even Ron had to agree that only a moron would want to fight such a brute human in a one-on-one fight.
“He’s got a shiny head, though,” a freshman commented and a few others couldn't help but laugh at his bald head.
Meanwhile, Sirius Black was busy looking at the man. For some reason, he suddenly looked familiar to him as he tried to remember anyone from the batch who looked remotely like the male teacher. Seeing his face, Remus asked.
“Do you have a problem, Sirius?”
“Yeah…don’t you think that guy looks…I don’t know…feels familiar?”
Frowning, Remus also looked upon the teacher before frowning even more and said, “You’re right Sirius. He does look familiar. I just can’t place how and where…”
“Alijah Dumbledore!” A yell jolts the whole class awake as the male teacher who has been talking for an hour suddenly screams towards a student in the back who has been dozing off.
The said student had an auburn hair which is covered by a green bandana. He was wearing an unbuttoned checkered blue polo shirt, jeans, and white rubber shoes.
“I SAID…ALIJAH DUMBLEDORE!” The teacher roared as walked to the back portion of the seats and smacked his notebook towards the scalp of the boy, who managed to wake up and jerk off from his seat in pure reflex. It wasn’t until he saw the teacher in front of him that he was forced to wipe off the saliva from his mouth.
“Eww…” Some of the girls were disgusted by the sight.
Albus merely wanted to cover his face while hiding away in shame. He can’t simply fathom that an undignified brat like the redhead in the screen was related to him in some way.
“He looks just like you in your youth, Albus.” Minerva commented.
“I also noticed…though his manners are a bit unpolished…”
“Look Dumbledore. If you’re going to sleep in our class, just step out and go to the library…” He coolly said although the next words would terrify everyone in the whole class. “And by the next day, you’d be sent for community service in Hannibal’s Stone to clean the dragon pens. I’m sure you would like that.”
Everyone shivered at the threat while the scolded teen frowned and looked to his right.
“You should have tried to wake me up, homie…” Alijah grumbled as he fixed his bandana.
“Look, I tried pal but you’re snoring so deep that you were like in a different dimension…” Besides Alijah was none other than Harry Potter replying to him. He was also wearing an unbuttoned checkered polo shirt, albeit in deep red and black, jeans, and Nike sneakers.
“So that’s Prongslet…” Remus said, now looking more closely at the son of their late friend James.
“Yep. Looking healthy and looking wicked,” Sirius said, looking proud.
Albus then took this chance to take a closer look. Again, the scar that made him famous has vanished like it didn’t even exist. And his trademark round glasses weren't there but instead, he’s wearing glasses that looked more like muggle goggles. It was concerning him even more.
He was feeling that something wasn’t right.
“I know I’m stating the obvious but they’re not wearing wizard robes. It seems that they’re quite lax when it comes to attire code,” Cedric Diggory said.
“Yeah. Looks like they have a lot of freedom there…compared to here,” Angelina Johnson whispered the last part.
“Now, with Alijah awake, let’s continue,” the teacher grumbled. The scene then shifts slightly towards the bird’s eye of view where everyone’s notes on their notebooks can be seen. In Harry’s case, his book was open but above the page was his phone with a picture of a Kate Bones in a posing manner in front of a camera as his screen wallpaper.
“He-He must be madly in love with that Kate girl to make her photo as a wallpaper…” Hermione concluded as the way Kate posed seductively in the photo was so intense that when her eyes first landed on it, she turned her head away to prevent any leery thoughts from invading her brain.
“I still can't believe they’re that…I don’t know if “liberal” is the right word,” Cho Chang said while putting some air quotes in her sentence.
Marietta Edgecombe nodded, “Yeah, they’re pretty much liberal and free-spirited over there if they’re allowed to wear anything comfortable.”
“Does Kate even know that you made her modelling picture at Eshel Magazine as your wallpaper?” Another boy behind Harry asked him. He was a blonde with green eyes and was wearing oversized baggy pants, a sleeveless shirt, and a black cloth headband tied in his head.
“Are you an idiot? Of course, not. Hahaha. That’s just going to ruin the surprise. And besides, I was the one who took the picture for her to submit at the magazine and my personal camera was used,” Harry replied while showing off the photos with the boy who asked him that question.
“Look, it’s troublesome to question him on that, Julian,” Alijah drawled as he leans his head on his straightened arm, “Perhaps, you’re better off asking Camille from the other class on a date rather than to meddle with our friend here. You and Klieger always have that sexual tension thing that it makes me want to throw up with how nauseating it is.”
“H-Hey, I don’t view Camille as date material,” Julian was obviously lying while stuttering to get his point across.
“Huh? Why not? She has that hotness-type of beauty and she’s spunky and feisty like Kate. I believe you two are a good match made in heaven,” Harry pointed out, “Well, not that I am better as me and Kate don’t even have that label yet but try to get close to Camille and know her likes, dislikes, and everything in-between.” He then licked his lips while smiling lecherously. “And who knows, it can go more than just friends. As a great philosopher said, the best things in life make you sweaty. Sex is a body-contact sport. It’s safe to watch but even more fun to play with.”
“PER-PERVERT!” Hermione angrily said while her veins were twitching angrily the moment she got the meaning behind the sexual innuendo.
“Why does it sound like he’s speaking from experience…” Neville noted with a blank look in his face.
“Of course, not! Right?!” Ginny said with a hint of irritation. Just seeing Harry Potter flirting openly about his alleged crush was somehow making her angrier than she ever was just a few moments ago.
In the other table, the teachers were also speaking, most reeling from horror upon hearing what Harry Potter just said while a few were somehow proud of him.
“What on earth happened to Mr. Potter?!” Minerva was aghast to hear her former student saying such lewd remarks. “He wasn’t like that when he was still here in Hogwarts.” She was beginning to think that there were bad influences in Bayit Tanit and that the lone son of her two deceased Lions were hanging out with people who shouldn’t be associated with him, in her opinion.
Sirius looked like one proud father as he said, “Remus, I feel like he is just doing fine in his life. Very, very fine, in fact.”
“Sirius…” Remus sighed, already knowing about the former’s somewhat perverted tendencies from time to time.
“Did you just make that up or you’re just hanging out with the self-confessed pervert here? Because ain’t no way you actually smashed someone. We’d get our asses thrown into the Juvenile Center if we did that,” Alijah said while sounding sleepy.
“Come one now, Ja!” The boy named Julian was hurt, “Did you really think I’d go out there and act like a degenerate?”
Harry and Alijah merely looked at Julian with blank expressions on their faces, “Uh, yes…”
“Harry doesn’t have the right to talk about being degenerate, considering his lecherous remarks a while back…” Hermione muttered, now planning to lecture her best friend after all of this is said and done.
“Hey, you two have no room to talk, especially you Harry! I…”
“Hey, Julian Vanloo! Were you saying something there?!” The hunky teacher turned his head to call out Julian.
“N-No, Sir Rafael…” Julian muttered as Harry pockets his phone while returning his attention towards his book and notes.
Sometime later, the three boys can be seen exiting the large building where their classes are being held. Harry had his backpack while sucking the lollipop in his mouth while Julian Vanloo had one end of his earphone jack on his right ear while he could still listen to his two friends. Alijah was merely yawning while his duffel bag was lazily hanging on his left side.
“Oh…so they had those, as well,” Hermione eyed the earphones that Julian had. From the looks of it, it’s a different brand from the one the bushy haired girl has and it looks like an advanced model.
“Yeah, what is that?” Ron, having never seen a phone or any particular electronic gadget before, asked with a confused expression.
“It’s what we call an earphone. I have one back at home and I use it so that I can listen to music all the time while I don’t disturb anyone in the house by loud songs,” Hermione explained.
“The assessment was last Monday but until now, my body feels sore. Thank Baal it’s Friday…” Julian said while finding any songs in his touchscreen phone. “Let’s see…Boyz II Men…Ginuwine…Haddaway…Brian McKnight…Brandy…Jodeci…”
Eh? Who are those singers? Almost everyone in the hall had question marks hanging in their heads when they saw the list of songs on the screen.
Harry had just finished sucking the lollipop in his mouth and was about to take out another one before he heard rapid footsteps coming towards their general direction. Before he can even turn to see who it was, two fair-toned arms wrapped around him from behind.
“Are you thinking of leaving us behind, Harry?” The familiar sultry voice asked her.
“Eh, Kate…please let me go. I can’t breathe.” Kate let’s go off Harry. “That’s better…oh, and Camille is here. Hi.”
“Hi Harry. Kate just dragged me here,” Camille said with a smile before her lips turned into a frown as he looked at Alijah and Julian with a particularly nasty look, “Alijah. Julian. “
“That's it?” Julian looked depressed.
“Be thankful that I even acknowledged your presence,” the girl with the dirty blonde twintails rolled her eyes, “By the way, Kate said that she wanted to go to this new cafe in front of the school. You Harry and those two idiots want to come?”
“Yeah sure. I don't mind some extra time before going home,” Harry shrugged. “You two?”
“No problem. Camille is kind enough to invite us,” Julian shrugged. Camille briefly blushed before she shook her head to get a hold of herself.
“Teenager problems…” Alastor grumbled. He apparently wasn’t a fan of every phase that all teenagers go through.
“No matter how we look at it though, they’re still, after all, normal teenage boys and girls who experience the same things that the kids here in Hogwarts are going through,” Remus said, “Even though they were tagged as once-in-a-lifetime prodigies, they still act like normal kids in peaceful times. But admittedly, they do seem to have more freedom over there, and their lessons look broader and more diverse.”
“Yeah, I noticed that they’re not a boarding school since the majority of their students seem to go back to their residences, Harry included,” Sirius agreed. For him, that’s a huge win since Harry’s not stuck at Hogwarts for the whole year and he gets to enjoy life in-between schooling and practicing magic. Although he himself didn’t mind the boarding style as he was at odds with his family back in his younger days.
AN HOUR LATER
Ashenat Cafe Studio
The cafe studio was larger than an average coffee shop, almost as big as a regular restaurant. It is a three-storey building with a Mediterranean touch in it. The entire building was made of red bricks and adorned with large windows and two lion-like statues guarding the gates of the courtyard. The three boys and two girls quickly took their seats at a vacant table just near the gates.
After they have given their orders to the waiter, they just chat randomly while waiting for their food to be served.
“Damn, Camille, you look blooming today,” Harry suddenly said while making a pointing gun-like gesture at Camille, who suddenly blushed while she hides behind Kate, who was slightly frowning at Harry’s rather promiscuous expression, “You do have a name but can I call you…mine?”
“How dare he flirt so brazenly in front of Kate?!” Hermione angrily roared as everyone else looked a bit awkward at the sudden turn of the conversation.
“Well, he did say that they’re not even official together yet but even then, that’s kind of pushing his luck too far,” Neville said.
“D-Damn, mate…” Ron was honestly amazed that Harry hasn’t been killed yet by Kate for being an open flirt.
For the 100th time of the day, Minerva looked like she wanted nothing more than to hex Harry for not behaving like a true Gryffindor and instead, is lowering himself to the level of a devious sexual offender.
At this moment, Kate smiled while suddenly, he grabbed Harry’s right ear and began to violently pull it down. “Ow...ow…ow! K-Kate, please stop it!”
“Harry…” Kate started in a sweet tone, “What did I say about flirting with other girls in front of me for no reason?”
“Hey, I do have a reason! Julian seemed to chicken out whenever he had the chance to talk to Camille about taking her on a date so I decided to try out my luck on her,” Harry shrugged and Kate decided to twist his ear sharply, “Owww!”
“The hell, Harry!” Julian glared heatedly at the boy that had his ear getting pinched while Camille only had a pink tint on her cheeks that was slowly spreading throughout her face.
“Please, let me say sorry for the wrong things that came out of his mouth,” Kate said while shaking Harry rather violently and would have done so repeatedly had not their order arrived quickly than they expected.
Little did they know that there was another person watching them closely…or more specifically, was looking intently at Kate Bones.
“Eh? Is that the Lucas Weaver guy that they tagged as the best in that school?” Ron can’t forget the styled blonde hair of the teen. It eerily looks similar to that of Draco Malfoy.
“Yes, it seems. But why would he even look at Kate like that? She wasn’t even doing anything towards him…or at least, based on what the video was showing,” Hermione was frowning. This Lucas Weaver character was confusing at all.
TWENTY MINUTES AGO
The top-ranked student, Lucas Weaver, was busy eating all alone while looking like he was waiting for someone. As that happens, he was being watched by his rabid fangirls who are After a few minutes, two people—a female teacher and her male colleague—came and sat in front of the blonde by taking the two free seats on the other side of the table, “Lucas, here’s the documents that you asked for leeway at your modelling agency.”
“...Thanks…”
“Oh so he’s a model?”
“Kind of explains why he’s very good-looking and had those stupid fangirls,” Alastor said.
“But that boy looks like he’s always thinking darkly all the time. I have yet to see him smile just once on the video,” Minerva was slightly taken aback by how morose and cold the blonde boy looks.
Seeing the demeanour of the blonde teen, the female teacher sighed and said, “Lucas, not that I am meddling with your life choices but ever since the incident with your family, I was already worried with your well-being and mental health. My piece of advice, try to open up with your peers. Heck, you have a lot of people your age group wanting to get close to you…”
“I don’t need it!”
“He didn’t have to be so rude towards the teacher. She was honestly just trying to help,” Hermione muttered. While she does sympathize with the blonde, it wasn’t a reason to just be angry all the time.
“Leave him be, Laila…” Her male colleague sighed, “Although I honestly feel bad for his fangirls as he kept them from arm’s reach, it’s probably distressing him more since they were all chasing him from Day 1 and got worse ever since his family got put to the sword by his older brother.”
“Fine but don’t say I didn’t try to help him enough,” Laila said as she and her male colleague stood up and left. The moment they disappeared from view, Lucas merely grunted darkly before another voice entered the scene.
“Really, Lucas? They were just trying to help you…”
“What do you want…Samuel Agnon?” Lucas tersely asked, venom dripping his words as his attention turned towards a boy his age, who was sitting on a table near his. Samuel Agnon was a tall guy with olive skin tone and messy haircut. Suddenly, some of the remaining fangirls who are around them grew nervous as they sensed a possible fight between two members of their school’s Nefilim 12 happening.
“Can’t his brooding get any worse?” Parvati sighed as she felt that Lucas’ good looks were being wasted by his rather feral attitude towards others.
“Honestly, I don’t want to be left in the same room as Lucas…” Neville was shuddering at the thought of having to talk to someone of Lucas’ character one-on-one.
“Hey, I am just watching the whole spectacle as entertainment. No need to get worked up,” Samuel raised his hands up, “But seriously, something’s bothering me about you. What's it like having all of these girls from our class and almost the whole school always around you constantly wanting your time and attention? It can be a bad thing…or a good thing, if you know how to use it.”
If anyone noticed it, the question actually caught Lucas off guard.
"What does that matter to you?" Lucas asked warily.
"Out of mere curiosity," Samuel shrugs as he replies, "I mean, I’m pretty sure that all boys in our class and in our batch would love to be in your shoes right now and yet here you are not flaunting it in all of the boys' faces that you're the attraction of all of these girls and they're not. Most boys our age and even some of the older students would be jealous."
"Like you," Fangirl No. 1 started, "They don't have what Prince Charming here has. He's smart, handsome, cool, comes from a rich family, and his rank as the number one of the Nefilim 12 means he has a promising future."
“I feel like I am going to vomit sooner or later,” Moody was apparently close to getting irritated with the fangirls on the screen.
“I…I’m just glad that there’s no such vile creatures back in our heydays,” Sirius said. He might be a self-proclaimed greatest prankster but that doesn't mean that he wasn’t feeling the irritation that these types of people bring.
"And yet, none of you even gained a single acknowledgement from your so-called Prince Charming," Samuel pointed out, "I mean, even I see that he has no interest in any of you and I’m someone who doesn’t even care for such frivolous stuff."
"Shut up!" Fangirl No. 2 retorted, "You're just some stupid imbecile who luckily got into the Nefilim 12 by suckerpunching our teacher from one of the monthly tests! You’re probably wishing you’re in the same position as Lucas!"
"Nah," Samuel drawled, already getting bored with the fangirls, "Lucas can have that all by himself and to rebut, I’m still in the Nefilim 12 and if you want any honorable fights, go to Japan or something. But ignoring that, I’m just wondering what kind of girl does your Lucas Weaver really want and why doesn't he give you girls such a look."
"My preference is none of your business, you moron," Lucas replied, "I have no need to share anything about myself with you."
"You’re right there, buddy," Samuel nodded, "But I speak for almost the entire male population of Bayit Tanit when I say that I'm just tired of seeing these girls waste their time trying to gain your attention while not knowing what you seek in a female. These girls could have been using their time to do something more productive in their lives."
"So why don't you enlighten these interlopers, Samuel," Lucas replied sarcastically, "You seem to know more about me than they do from what I'm hearing."
"That's just sad," Samuel concluded while mocking him, "The Almighty and All-Knowing Lucas Weaver can't speak for himself and needs a frontman to speak for him about what kind of girls would suit his preferences. Sorry girls, but the truth is, if Lucas isn't willing to speak for himself about his feminine preference, then it simply means that none of you are worth his time."
The fangirls weren't happy about what Samuel was saying but they couldn't help but see the truth in his words.
“Well, at least someone else seems to know how to knock these stupid girls back to their senses,” Remus deadpanned.
“Hehe, I also like the Samuel kid. He seemed to have the wit and the intelligence to sod off these girls,” Alastor chuckled.
“...Or, Lucas here might actually swing the other way, not that I am judging him for it. I don’t mind it, actually,” Samuel shrugged.
The fangirls were horrified upon hearing that possibility while Lucas’ face reddened with anger. “I am not!”
“Okay. Okay. Now that there are other guys coming here, like Katrina Bones and her man and the rest of their gang. I better leave now. No point in making it a bigger spectacle than it already is,” Samuel gave a mocking salute before he strode away.
As they walked off, Lucas thought about what Samuel said and asked in terms of what kind of girl would interest him. When he thought about it, he saw that Samuel was honestly right in that the girls in their class always sought his time and attention.
But when he thought more about it, he suddenly realized that for almost every girl that loves to get into his face, there’s that one girl in their his own class that never gave him so much as a look but only sought to be with a certain other boy instead.
That girl… Lucas contemplated. Katrina Bones…or just Kate…Unlike these annoying idiots, she doesn't try to be around me or even want to be with me. If I remember correctly, she's the daughter of the famous lawyer and former member of the Seven Holy Swordsmen of Akalelana, the great Kamon and his wife, Ms. Keturah, one of the richest entrepreneurs in the country and yet, she seeks to be with that guy Harry Potter instead of me. Interesting…What's so good about that Potter that would draw Katrina to him? What makes him so special to her?
Everyone watched this scene with varying reactions, some with worry and others with excitement at what can possibly happen.
“I-I have a bad feeling about this…” Hermione said, now worried that there’s something about Lucas’ words that would make Kate a target for his sudden interest towards the latter.
“What do you mean? That this git Lucas would suddenly try to take away Harry’s girl?” Ron asked, not really believing it. “I don’t know but he’s probably just curious about it, not that he’s even attracted to her.”
For the first time since all of these started, Luna Lovegood, the quirky third year from Ravenclaw sat down besides Ron and spoke, “No, that’s exactly the reason why Hermione Granger and some of the people here are worried. The moment his curiosity just got piqued by Ms. Katrina Bones’ apparent nonchalance to him, there’s the huge possibility that it can grow to a one-sided attraction that can trouble both Harry and Katrina if left unchecked by whoever their teachers are. He does seem to favor girls who do not bother him all the time and are just equally skilled, if not more powerful, as him. Unfortunately, Katrina fits both bills.”
Luna’s words sank to everyone from Gryffindor and those who heard her and slowly, they are beginning to get worried that it might not end well both for Harry and Kate.
"Lucas," Fangirl No. 1 snapped at him from his musings, "Are you fine? You spaced out there for a minute."
"It's nothing for you to worry about," Lucas replied, "Just thinking about what Samuel said a moment ago. It got me thinking. Now, leave me alone!"
All the girls scampered away, frightened by his sudden anger towards them as Lucas remembered that Samuel mentioned Kate Bones being in the same place as him right now. He then looked around and truly enough, he saw the girl in question together with Harry Potter, her best friend and classmate Camille Klieger, and the two idiots Alijah Dumbledore and Julian Vanloo who are, unfortunately for him, in the same Nefilim 12 rankings as him, Harry, and Samuel.
He saw that they were having fun in the moment, with Kate even playfully pinching Harry’s ears, much to the latter’s misery.
What could she possibly see in that guy? Lucas wondered. Before his thoughts on the subject could go any further, his older brother Matthew’s cold glance to him during the night of his family’s downfall came back to mind. Remembering Matthew’s bloodied sword and having the power of the Belial Eye, Lucas resolved himself to continue in his training to become stronger to defeat his older brother to avenge his family. But yet, deep behind that resolve was the interest that Kate wasn't pursuing him like the other girls.
Seeing the bloodied sword of the older brother from Lucas’ brief flashback displayed by the screen made everyone nearly recoil back in fear.
The older brother's green eye that transformed into a flower-shaped iris didn't help stop the stomach-curdling reaction.
“Yeah, I’m getting worried for Harry. It seemed that this Lucas person is starting to put Kate in his sights,” Neville was genuinely fearing that this would be the start of a conflict that won’t end peacefully.
“I'm more terrified of his older brother…” One of the younger Gryffindors squeaked.
Luckily for him, the three males stood up to take what looked like a washroom break, leaving the two girls to themselves. Lucas then stood up and approached the table where two girls were sitting.
It wasn't long before Camille noticed him and she almost gasped as she covered her mouth. Internally rolling her eyes, he nevertheless ignored Camille as he sought the other girl at the table.
“Excuse me, Katrina.”
Upon hearing her name being called, Kate turned around and was surprised to see Lucas, of all people, approach her, “Yes?”
"I have a question I would like to ask you," Lucas asked rather bluntly, "What's so special about Harry Potter that makes him worth your time and attention?"
“Wow, straight off the bat…” George Weasley was amazed at the frank questioning of the blonde.
Immediate silence followed the question.
Kate was taken aback by his blunt questioning while Camille was also giving the blonde a dubious look. So Kate decided to ask back, “Excuse me but I don't understand that question of yours.”
"You clearly like to be around him and you two look like close friends," Lucas explained, "No offense as he’s also a ranked member of the Nefilim 12 but why do you wish to focus your time on him who constantly get himself and those two idiots in trouble by constantly peeping in the female public baths, collecting those pornographic materials, flirting with women from other schools, and worse, someone who came from that baloney Hogwarts school led by that senile old man?”
“H-Hey, Hogwarts is not bad!” One of the first year Gryffindors said.
“Harry is flirting with other girls from other schools?!” Hermione had a vein popped in her head as she cracked her knuckles. She was sure she needed to hit something as Harry’s not around.
“He was right about the senile old man comment, though,” Draco said rather in a subdued manner but was heard anyway and he yelped when he saw their Headmaster frown at him intensely.
In his whole life at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore always smiles or if a situation is serious, he just has a blank face. To have him frowning angrily at you is a surreal experience that Draco wasn’t sure he’d like to experience again.
Kate simply sighed as she looked for ways to answer his question.
Honestly though, it was no secret to Kate that some locals in Tel Hammon didn't initially like Harry Potter when he first got here for reasons she probably could understand. When she had asked some of the old folks why, the reasons she got from them varied but it ranged from Harry coming from Hogwarts, a reviled school in almost the whole of Akalelana to him being the puppet of a certain Albus Dumbledore. The former reason kind of had an explanation—two reasons actually. Some of their nation’s pioneers that would eventually become their first national leaders were actually first educated in Hogwarts and since majority of them were either non-pureblood or half-bloods that championed meritocracy rather than blood-based policies, they experienced severe discrimination at the hands of those who are pureblood wizards or had connections with the elite. But ultimately, the deaths of almost two million of their kind by the hand of the army of You-Know-Who—a Hogwarts alumni—ultimately put Hogwarts in a bad light.
It was only after an incident that forced Harry to use at least a drop of his true power to save a lot of people did the locals finally accept him as one of their own.
Hermione had a lot of things running in her head when that scene was shown.
Harry did tell her, in one of their correspondences, that he really had a hard time adjusting to the more chaotic society of Akalelana. In one of their letters, he mentioned about having to deal with a few grumpy old people who would tell him to ‘go back to that backwater hellhole’ although he also said that the younger ones, especially those around of their same age range, were actually very fun to be around with and taught him a lot of things, including stuff that he wouldn’t think of doing back when he was still living in Magical Britain.
The bushy-haired girl frowned. If those things included things that influenced him to become an unashamed pervert, she was planning to hunt down those who made him into a lecherous person and simply hex them endlessly.
“I did not expect that level of hostility towards us…” Andrew Cleveley, a muggle-born Gryddindor student, said.
“I mean, if they were referring to the pureblood discrimination, I honestly don’t blame them,” Adam Pickering, another Gryffindor and a fellow muggle-born commented. While the Headmaster was trying to make things better for the muggle-borns, the blatant discrimination was simply too large to ignore. Both of them had seen how cliques based on family ties and kinship were formed, especially in the House of Slytherin although not all of them, many students, especially in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, just had this holier-than-thou attitude against the non-pureblood students that a place like Akalelana, no matter how many flaws it got, is becoming more and more appealing to transfer to.
"Look, despite what you may see in public, Harry has potential for great things," Kate said, "He just needs a chance to finally showcase what he can actually do and for him to reach beyond his ceiling. And we’ve known each other for so long already. Despite his rather perverted nature, he’s loyal to a fault and he’s a reliable comrade. He’s always ready to drop his Sexy Crimson magazine when I’m down and always texts me every morning to do my best in our studies."
“I see that. It’s just that…he always associated with those two idiots in performing activities that could have kicked them out in the other schools,” Lucas raised his eyebrows in skepticism, “I won’t deny that he’s a powerful individual since he’s in the Nefilim 12 like the two of us, but he doesn’t seem to bother upping his own studies. In fact, it's highly hypocritical of him to say about doing best in your studies when everyone in his class says he doesn’t even take his classes seriously and only manages to pass barely.”
“Look, he isn’t hypocritical…it’s just that’s his way of doing his own thing,” Kate defended rather tersely, making Camille look tense. She did not honestly know where this conversation was going, “By the way, what’s it to you? You never even showed any interest in the business of other people before so why now?”
Lucas' skeptical-looking face changed when he shot a grin at Kate but that grin wasn't one of cockiness but rather one of admiration. It was so out-of-the-blue and showed sudden attraction towards Kate that Camille dropped her tuna pie from her mouth out of sheer shock.
"You're totally different from the other girls in class. Kate," Lucas complimented, sounding intimate.
“What the fuck?! He’s making a move towards Harry’s girl! Where is Harry anyway? He better return fast!” Ron exclaimed, not minding that he used foul language.
“Let’s just hope he did not do an escapade to flirt on more girls from other schools,” Nevilled chimed in.
“Yeah but it was mentioned that they went to the washroom. But still, if that's the case, then he and the two boys were taking too long!” Hermione nearly yelled.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Kate asked, a bit unnerved with the way Lucas’ expression changed and how he is looking at her right now. She found herself trying to move away from the blonde boy.
"The things you said and how you conducted yourself showed me what kind of girl you are and it honestly attracted me towards you," Lucas interjected, "You're not some shallow and petty person like the rest of those fangirls. They’re repulsive to me. But you're the kind of girl I respect and admire. You stand out from the rest of them."
“Uh…thanks, I guess…” Kate murmured. She honestly just wanted to find Harry and get away from Lucas as soon as possible. Unfortunately for her, Lucas seemed to have other plans as he slowly moved himself closer to Kate, much to her discomfort.
“It’s Saturday tomorrow. How about we—”
“Hey, Kate, Camille! We’re back!”
Thank Merlin for Harry’s back. Most of the students were relieved when Harry Potter’s voice was heard announcing that he’s back.
Both Amelia and Susan relaxed their stiffened postures seeing that Harry was finally back just in time before the blonde Lucas managed to do something horrible, in their opinion.
The three raised their heads to see Harry and the two other boys already back from the washroom or wherever they went.
Seeing that the normally broody Lucas was here too, Harry frowned as he was too close to Kate for his liking. Suddenly remembering a text message that he received back in the morning, he then said, “Fancy seeing your arse here, Weaver? What’s your business with Kate?”
Lucas frowned at the obvious condescending attitude towards him, “It’s none of your business.”
“It’s mine if it involved Kate, your dimwit,” Harry returned heatedly before turning back to Kate, “Kate, Uncle Ezra is finally awake. I’m going to the hospital later. Wanna come before we go home together?”
“Oh, sure,” Kate did not think twice accepting the invitation and she stood up from her chair and went closer to Harry, “Bye, Camille, and you two boys.” She did not even spare a glance towards the other blonde in the group.
“Hey, sweet! Ey, we’re leaving now. You can probably just escort Camille back to her home. Bye!” Harry and Kate began to walk away.
Lucas weaver merely bristled as he walked away as well to the opposite direction. As he did so, Harry turned to see Lucas leaving and walking away from them. Almost as if it was sensed, Lucas turned back to look straight at Harry face to face. The blonde shot Harry a smirk before the latter returned it by rolling his eyes, as though he was reading Lucas' thoughts and intentions.
“I’m not even there physically and yet, I can already feel the tension and the alpha male hormones already working overtime from here,” Ross Gibberd, a random student from the crowd, said loudly, with everyone else agreeing.
The growing tension between the two boys for Kate Bones was honestly stifling the otherwise peaceful atmosphere.
Seeing the whole exchange, Alijah Dumbledore, for once, frowned as he said, “Well, well, it seems that for the first time ever, someone had actually caught the eye of that Lucas bastard. Just unfortunate that it’s Kate…”
“Did you see how he actually tried to get close to Kate even if it’s obvious that she does not like it? If I was Harry, I would have already punched him in the face, hot model or not,” Julian Vanloo gave his two cents as he narrowed his eyes towards the fading Lucas.
“Not only that, he actually admitted that he actually likes Kate and he sounded like he was about to invite her into something if it wasn’t for you three coming back,” Camille still can’t believe it happened before her eyes, “I swear when I say that he’s attracted, it sounds like he’s about to ask her out as a potential girlfriend.”
“Well, to be completely objective, Harry and Kate are not yet an official thing although they’re honestly already headed towards that direction,” Alijah yawned, “Unless if homie decided to just go screw it and ask Kate out already.”
“You do realize that if he does that, he still has to serenade her in front of her parents and closest friends. I mean, I know it’s a bit old-fashioned but it’s still a big part of our tradition when couples launch their relationship in public,” Camille pointed out before smiling, “And I actually like the serenade part.”
There was a lot of “oooohhhhs” when the serenade part was mentioned.
“Look, let’s just wait for Harry and Kate to get together officially first,” Alijah drawled as he gave them a sign that he’s already going home, “No point in getting worked up with something that has yet to happen.”
The scene changed into the hospital where Harry’s guardian was confined. As the two close friends were entering the edifice, Harry and Kate were busy conversing and the center of the discussion seemed to be on the blonde boy that had Harry honestly getting worked up.
“The fuck did the bastard say?!” Harry swore he would smack Lucas Weaver when school resumes on Monday.
“Look, there’s nothing to be worried about. He just asked a few questions about you,” Kate reassured him.
“As if he doesn’t know enough about me…” Harry replied.
“He doesn’t really know you at all,” Kate shrugged, “He just came to us out of the blue, asking me the questions about you. After hearing me out, he said that I'm different from the other girls in class and that he respects me for that."
That only made the glasses-wearing teen frown as he was deep in contemplation.
"Really now," Harry then remarked skeptically, "The haughty and all-knowing Lucas who thinks everyone else is beneath him says he respects you? That's totally surprising considering his arrogance."
Snape murmured something about the hypocrisy of Harry Potter as the latter’s father was very arrogant himself as well as very condescending towards his Slytherin origins.
During their walk, Kate noticed that Harry never released his hold on her hand. It almost felt as though she were on a date with him considering that he plans to treat her out to eat after they fetch his Uncle Ezra, even if it was that spicy chicken with melted cheese that he usually craves after school.
“Looks like that will finally put a stop to Harry doing his lewd activities,” Hermione hoped that was the case. “If he doesn’t want to lose Kate to Lucas, he better make her happy.”
“I mean, would Kate even like that Lucas chap?” Neville questioned, “It was obvious that how he treats Harry and his potential rival is like day and night.”
“Still, it’s better if he stops his stupid perversion if he doesn’t want to drive Kate away…”
Entering the room after they were permitted by the guard, who is a substitute from the one Harry met last time, they finally saw Ezra Black already sitting up straight in the bed while his vitals were being checked.
“Hey, Uncle Ezra!” Harry’s eyes shone as he ran forward.
“Harry…” Ezra was somehow relieved to see his adoptive nephew safe as he accepted the hug from Harry.
Sirius can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy hit him straight in the heart. Dammit, that was supposed to be me comforting Harry! If there was any small amount of consolation, it was probably the fact that Ezra was a Black related to him and the fact that he had taken care of his godson pretty well.
Seeing his distraught face, Remus tapped the shoulders of his fellow Marauder.
Sirius then decided to look closely at Ezra. From the looks of it, he seemed to be the same age as him and that his body build was really brawny and chiseled with the harshness of warfare. His military-fade haircut as well as his burnt olive skin does give Sirius the first-hand impression that Ezra was a formidable fighter who had spent the majority of his career in the field.
“Damn, Uncle Ezra! I really thought you were gone for good!” Harry said once he broke away from his adoptive guardian.
“Gone for good? Nah, I simply passed out setting up the scum’s eventual meeting with the gods. Too many of them, you know.” For someone who was in a critical condition a few days ago, Ezra seemed to be in high spirits as he then saw Kate behind Harry’s right shoulder, “Katrina, huh? Looks like Kamon’s daughter aged gracefully the last time I saw you and that was just a few weeks ago. Did Harry goof off again?”
“Thanks, uncle and no, he didn’t do anything too egregious, this time,” Kate responded, enjoying the fact that Harry’s guardian trusts her with making sure that his young charge doesn’t do something too stupid.
“Hey, young buck, it’s fine to me if you’re attracted to the opposite sex or even the same sex all the time,” Ezra started a lecture, much to Harry’s chagrin, “It happens naturally. But beyond that, you might end up degrading not only yourself but also those who you truly care about.”
He then made a motioning gesture towards Kate, who blushed.
“If you’re flirting with a lot of women for the sake of amusement or teasing, you’re free to do so but remember that there’s a 50 percent chance that you can get socked in the face for doing something stupid and 500 percent chance if that woman happens to have her own man,” Ezra sternly told him.
Harry then sighed as he said, “Fine, I will control my hormones next time I see a smoking hot shawty…ooowwwww!”
Kate responded by pinching his ears hard again.
Everyone blinked at the scene.
“...Uhm…what does “shawty” means?” A first year Ravenclaw asked in pure curiosity.
Everyone looked at each other, most of them not really knowing what the term means.
Surprisingly, it was Daphne Greengrass who replied, “Shawty is actually a Yankee’s term for “shorty”. Basically, someone who is short in stature. Though if we’re going by Potter’s context, it means…something else entirely…”
Hermione snorted at that. She was sure that it was used in a very obscene manner since the way Kate reacted when Harry used that weird term, she realized it must be something perverted.
“But Harry’s adoptive uncle sure knows how to make him tow the line when needed,” Parvati said while admiring the rather well-toned body of Ezra.
“Yeah…maybe when Ezra Black or Kate is around. I just don’t know about that Julian Vanloo dude or the Headmaster’s rather lazy relative…” Sixth Year Ravenclaw Roger Davies had a feeling that Harry only chooses who to listen to.
“At this rate, your ears are going to get chopped sooner than later,” Ezra deadpanned, “After this, I needed to report straight to the Grand Magus. There’s something he needed to know as soon as possible.”
Harry and Kate looked bewildered. “I’m sorry uncle but…this early? You haven’t even been discharged yet and you need to get some rest at home…”
“I wished I could go home to rest but some startling information about the remaining mafiosi needed to be relayed to the Grand Magus as soon as possible and honestly, it cannot wait until tomorrow. I’ll be picked up by one of my colleagues as soon as possible. I might honestly be home by Monday already.”
Harry was somewhat startled at his guardian’s rather serious look. Judging by the tone of his voice, it must be something that needed the attention of the Grand Magus quickly as it could spell a difference between life and death.
“Okay fine but uhm…I’m going to bring Kate out for a treat and we might actually have some fun before heading home. It’s Saturday tomorrow, anyway…”
Ezra blinked before sighing as he scratched his head, “Well, fine but be sure you bring her home already by 11 pm. I know you’d be normally fine past that time if it’s just you and your friends playing streetball with your fellow Nefilim 12 from the other schools but Katrina’s different. His mother’s going to rip you apart if something as simple as a simple scratch happens to her and you don’t even want to think what Kamon can do to you.”
Harry paled at the thought of Kamon getting furious at him while Kate was simply suppressing her laughter although she was failing, “Yeah, I’d seen what Uncle Kamon can do. Look, she’ll be home safe and sound.”
“That’s good to hear. Otherwise, you’ll also get it from me as well.”
“Well, shit…”
The video went static before another message that says “LOADING FOR THE NEXT VIDEO” appears.
“Well…I guess Ezra Black was able to raise Harry like his own son and honestly, there’s nothing much I could ask for.”
As much as he wanted to vent out his jealousy, even someone like Sirius Black knew that would change nothing to his current situation. Right now, his godson was in Akalelana the whole time while he almost rotted away in Azkaban before making a successful gambit to jump into the icy-cold North Atlantic waters to escape. At least, the bastard Peter Pettigrew is now locked up and currently awaiting official trial.
“Well, let’s just wait for the next video to play,” Albus announced while inwardly, he realized that the situation involving Harry Potter was getting more and more complicated.
First, it looks like Harry had become attached to that Akalelana place all thanks to Ezra and that blasted blonde girl. The latter was even more of a concern as she was a powerful individual who had shown that she can combat the famed Killing Curse of You-Know-Who as well as a competent combatant as her abilities clearly showed that she’s highly capable of beating even the strongest of the seventh year students of Hogwarts.
If his analysis of Harry’s scar was correct, Albus knew he would need to seek out the other objects that are the keys to You-Know-Who’s resurrection and that he would also need his two original friends in Ron and Hermione to be by his side so that he can also learn to rely teamwork and trust on his friends in order to fully end You-Know-Who when the time comes.
The appearance of Katrina Bones as well as his inclusion into that Nefilim 12 list could prove to be a wildcard in the effort to end the reign of You-Know-Who. In his opinion, what Harry Potter needed right now is guidance and humility, not anymore pampering and more accolades that could go to his head as well as the violent methods being taught in their school. In his experience, it will only lead to a non-ending cycle of bloodshed.
He sighed. His own stupidity in the past had cost him dearly and right now, there was nothing much he could do as he was considered a hostile entity to the State of Akalelana. He would have just to wait for the video to provide more details about Harry’s life abroad.