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Chapter 4: Welcome to Hogwarts

The book had this to say about wizards...

Wizards

1.
A magical subtype of humans with the ability to weave basic patterns
with the use of a focus almost always characterized with more power than sense.

2.
A magical group most likely to do something incredibly stupid because
they got magic instead of sense even though they have the subtlety or an
overgrown gryphon in rut.

3.
Dragon bait.

Suffice it to say that the original writers of the book really didn't
think much about them. Considering that since the first one cropped up they
were more likely to kill themselves than others that is not surprising. Why
else would they still be testing one of their own school's mottoes?
"Evenin' Professor McGonagall. Got another batch o' firs' years for
yeh," Hagrid said to her.
�Minerva McGonagall,� both Harry and Hermione thought as they thought on what
they knew of her. �Gryffindor graduated 1944. She specializes in
transfiguration and is a registered Animagus. Started teaching in 1956 and is
the current Head of Gryffindor and Deputy Headmistress. Thank you Hogwarts, a
History.�
"Thank you, that will be all for now, Hagrid,� Professor McGonagall
said, dismissing him. She turned to look at the assembled first years as they
entered. "In a few minutes the sorting will begin, and you will be sorted
into one of four houses. The houses are Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and
Slytherin,� this last she said with an almost imperceptible hint of a disgusted
tone.
The two had detected it though and Hermione turned a slight bit in her
annoyance that everyone viewed the Slytherins as trash that was better dead. Now
while Harry was neutral in potential house matters he had a feeling that do to
the more prevalent and vocal views expressed that Slytherin was definitely not
something to consider with the bias. As fun as destroying their ideas would be
he knew that they all needed to keep themselves relatively low key and that
would be hard enough with the �Boy-Who-Lived� nonsense.
"While in Hogwarts your house will be like your family,� Professor
McGonagall said again a subtle stress in the last word. �You will eat, sleep,
and attend classes with your housemates. Successes will earn your house points,
while any rule breaking will lose your house points. At the end of the year,
the house with the most points will be awarded the House Cup. I'm sure you will
be a credit to whatever house you're in."
�Not like I will be in your house,� Harry thought as he noticed her gaze
trail on him. �I may look mostly like James Potter, but our personalities could
barely be any similar.�
"The ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of
the school." She continued, telling the group to straighten themselves up.
"I will return when we are ready for you."
After leaving them to freshen up and make themselves presentable, the
students proceeded to mill about and various ideas were floated about how they
would be sorted. Some wondered if it would be a test of knowledge or magical
power, while others wondered if they had studied enough it that was the case. They
were however the least outlandish compared to Ronald Weasley who was telling
and quite loudly the story his brothers said about wrestling a troll. Hermione had
tried to suppress an eye roll at that while Harry almost wished they would. Getting
troll parts or better yet a live one had been a bother he had not yet dealt
with.
�Stupid ministry restrictions,� he thought as he heard even more insane
ideas from the other first years, �as all they seem to be in place to do is
make things difficult. First they add the reasonable sorcery restrictions and
the often circumvented under age magic and now regulating useful magical
creatures that are practically pathetic even with OWL level spells. I swear
their magical creature department is secretly run by preserves and farms
seeking to control the trade of ingredients.'
When McGonagall came back into the chamber, she led them back out into the
hall. Not that Harry would admit any of them had taken the hint of what she
meant as neither the two she had glared at had corrected their presentations. Weasley
still had dirt on him while Neville looked rather like a kid dressed in the
dark with his robes not on right. The only ones that seemed to have preened somewhat
was the ones Harry could peg as Pure Blood Elite with their notions of their
status in the world and the need to give a certain image.
�Everyone get into a single file line and follow me up to the front of the
Great Hall,� she said looking sternly over them. �You will then line up against
the front wall and face the house tables.�
The door opened and the students made their way through the hallway into the
Great Hall. The pair glanced over the others looking over and mentally
evaluating them. While Hermione had not yet gained the habit, Harry tended to
look through people as he coldly analyzed and evaluated them wither they were potential
foe or tool as well as those who were little more than meat. He had the strong
belief almost hope that Malfoy and his ilk would cross the line just enough.

Harry and Hermione were looking over the entrance
once McGonagall had let them in. What was in front of them was unexpected and there
was little that had prepared them for the oddness of the experience. If only
the sorting ceremony had not been as crowded in secrecy than they would have
been better prepared for what was to come. The two looked things over as they
craned their heads to see all of the sights in the great hall.

Hermione had glanced to the ceiling and against
her older inclinations resisted the urge to comment on the ceiling as it showed
the sky above. That would be something her old self would have done. Thankfully
she had gotten over the excessive need to express her need to prove her worth
with spouting off. Her school years before would have been more hellish
otherwise. It had been bad enough the teasing for being bumped up a few grades.
At times it amazed her that her friends had not been as well. Still the
unnatural maturity that they could show at times unnerved her at first. Then she
had gotten involved and the logic she had been so dependent on was thrown out
the window.

'To think that a few years ago I would have
ridiculed this notion of magic,' Hermione thought to herself with a sigh. 'To
think the world is so much larger and undiscovered than I had thought. Now we
just have to wait to be sorted. Though I wonder why no one talks about the
ceremony although they do say the general characteristics of the house. I know
that even less than a year ago I would be fretting about what kind of test and
spazing about how unprepared I was even if I had read all the books before
setting foot here. No despite everything and how weird my life has gotten I
dare not think about going it alone. Still with Harry here at least it will be
better than before.'

'Wrestle a troll,' Harry though as he overheard
Ron again talking about what his brothers told him would be the test. 'That is
so far improbable as to be near impossible. To think that I willingly subjected
myself to all those rituals and they would result in cramming subjective years
of experience into my mind. Puberty was going to be a bitch with just that
without Alice and Anne's antics. To think that they are most likely going to be
coming here next year as well, oh well those two are entertaining even if they
can be trying. Still when I am with my friends I seem to be too emotional for
my own good. I cannot let myself cross the line from killer to murderer as it
would cost me far too much. The information on this so called Dark Lord that
tried to kill me shows his obsession with death. To think he would taint himself
and thus forever prevent him from learning the true Art. The only things worse would
be splitting a soul to anchor oneself or as unlikely drinking forcefully taken
unicorns blood. No from what the denizens of Knocturn think he would not go
that far still I can understand his obsession even if he has forever made it inaccessible.'

The two were rather unprepared for what happened
as McGonagall simply placed a rather tattered hat on a stool before them. They were
wondering how a hat even if it had some enchantment to it would sort them. For a
moment Harry had the notion to reach in and try to summon something one of the
companions to him and see their reaction. He quickly squished it down. Until the
temptation was gone he could not allow excess emotions to cloud him. That in
part was why despite his already budding hormones he had limited his relations.
He knew the moment he gave an inch in the matter they would take a mile
figuratively as well as literally in his case. He had admitted deep to himself
that he cared for his students and allies though only in his own mind he called
them closer than mere friends.

The two looked on wondering what would happen now
that the hat was there. A mouth appeared and the unthinkable happened. It sang.

        "Oh,
you may not think I'm pretty,

        But don't judge on what you
see,

        I'll eat myself if you can find

        A smarter hat than me.

        You can keep you bowlers black,

        Your top hats sleek and tall,

        For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting
Hat

        And I can cap them all.

        There's nothing hidden in you head

        The Sorting Hat can't see,

        So try me on and I will tell
you

        Where you ought to be.

        You might belong in Gryffindor,

        Where dwell the brave at heart,

        Their daring, nerve, and
chivalry

        Set Gryffindors apart;

        You might belong in Hufflepuff,

        Where they are just and loyal,

        Those patient Hufflepuffs are
true

        And unafraid of toil;

        Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

        If you've a ready mind,

        Where those of wit and
learning,

        Will always find their kind;

        Or perhaps in Slytherin

        You'll make your real friend,

        Those cunning folk use any
means

        To achieve their ends,

        So put me on! Don't be afraid!

        And don't get in a flap!

        You're in safe hands (though I
have none)

        For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Hermione while curious had a sudden twitch to her
eyebrow at the notion of a singing hat. Talking would be somewhat normal
considering, but to burst out into song like some musical was odd. For some
reason she felt the sudden need to dunk it in something that would make it
never talk let alone sing again. It did however cause them to wonder if Wizards
were tone deaf as the hall�s other occupants started to clap.

After forcing down their urges and going over
what they had just heard, the two tried not to shiver in dread as they caught
the notion of what the hat would do. A mind reading singing hat was not
something they had been planning on. What little mental security they had
trained in against an unknown millennium old magical artifact was not the best
of odds. Still they took the situation differently.

'Lovely a mind reading hat,' Harry thought with
concern. 'Still it most likely is charmed not to reveal things or they would
use it to probe people to find secrets. Still the mental training should be
enough to keep things hidden. Occlumancy is such a joke compared to the mind
arts outlined in the Book. Who would think that psychic type power could be
fueled by magic and yet from what I have learned that wizards only know of such
crude tools as Occlumancy and Legilimency to read the memories with a variety
of potions and charms to coerce.'

'A hat,' Hermione thought with amusement. 'I
thought some sort of test to see where our strengths and weaknesses are.
General education at its worst and in regards to magic. I must find a way to
read more of the Book. A shame that the thing is sentient enough to ensure the
unprepared and unworthy is unable to delve to deep. One can't just go looking
for theory for the most part when it takes practical skills to understand some
things. It is infuriating at times being so close to what could be called
ultimate knowledge and being limited to what it doles out. Considering that the
library here is supposed to be the greatest in Britain and the Book likely has
a better and more comprehensive collection is disturbing, but at least my quest
won't be stifled by a sentient book.'

When the hat had finished singing, Ronald Weasley let out a
loud sigh of relief, then grumbled, "All we've got to do is try on the
hat! I'll kill Fred. He was going on about wrestling a troll!"

The two both wished they were just close enough to whap him
upside the head. A moment after that they suppressed the cold dread of having
to be near him let alone touch him. Avoiding Gryffindor became more than an
objective, but a necessity as they knew that was where that boy would go. They both
knew that Harry despite his vastly matured nature did have a limit and on that
day if he had to room with that boy someone would be thrown over a railing. It would
most likely be Weasley though faking his death to escape passed through Harry�s
mind before putting it in the fall back plans in his mind.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward again, this time
holding a long roll of parchment. She cleared her throat, then said, "When
I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be
sorted." She glanced down at the list, and then began, "Abbott,
Hannah!"

A blonde girl with pigtails bounced out of line to Harry's
left. Cheerful and energetic and far too saccharine for Harry�s taste was his thoughts
on the girl.

Hermione made a few gestures quickly with her right hand. A simple
message that made Harry want to slap himself. He was antisocial and he would
admit that but to even imply he was acting like that or worse the Malfoy
brat was just plain rude. What was she thinking?

Quickly sending his own reply along with his belief in the girl�s
future house he watched Hermione try not to snort. He may come off as serious
but he still had a sense of humor. It was just an acquired taste.

She walked over and sat on the stool, putting the hat on. It
fell down over her eyes. A moment passed before the hat opened its mouth once
more and cried out, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Hannah removed the hat and scurried over to the Hufflepuff
table, whose students were clapping and welcoming her.

Again a silent communication between them which if in English
would have equated to the following: �I was right� and �Stop being a prat.� From
Harry and Hermione respectively.

"Bones, Susan!" McGonagall said next.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat cried again. Susan got up
and joined Hannah.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

The two tuned out the next few names until it would soon be
her turn. It was a shame that they didn�t have closer last names as commenting
on their fellow schoolmates was almost like a signing version of Mystery Science
Theater 3000. They were just finding the stereotyping humorous and it was
better than getting nervous.

�Granger, Hermione,� the witch who they had heard
called Minerva McGonagall called.

Hermione walked up to the stool and put the hat
on her head.

'Hello hat,' Hermione thought at the hat. 'I
expect you to keep things private between us...'

�Of course Ms. Granger,� the hat replied, �now
let�s see what we have here� oh dear.�

�Is there a problem?� Hermione asked with a bit
of annoyance to her mental voice. �I don�t see what would disturb you so.�

�I can see why you would think that,� the hat
replied. �It seems that things will be a bit tricky. You do have the bravery
that Godric favored though your ideals would not fit in very well, loyalty that
Helga adored as well, an ambition worthy of old Salazar himself and the thirst
for knowledge that drove Rowena to her greatness. It would seem that you are a
hard one to sort although from your memories your friends will be as well.�

�Still considering how the future Gryffindors
and Slytherins act there is little purpose for either of us there,� Hermione
replied �So don�t even start on how either could lead us to greatness.�

�Slytherin would lead to greatness the skills
gained in surviving their hierarchy would see to that,� the hat said. �Still I
concede your point on that house the two of you while the true ideal of the
house would not fit in how it is now. I so had hoped to have a few more true
Slytherins in the house. Now as for your arguments against Gryffindor you do
have the bravery required��

�but not the foolishness,� Hermione retorted.
�Considering that Weasley will most likely be going there as well as his own
biased views we would have to hide ourselves as much as if we were in
Slytherin.�

�You do have enough of Rowena�s own fire for
her house,� the hat replied with a grumble. �Yet you have as I said before the
loyalty that Helga required.�

�The reputation would be detrimental to our
plans and while I am loyal it is to true friends and sadly we would divide the house
and thus break their fabled loyalty,� Hermione said with a sigh. �It seems that
there is really only one place for us a shame that Slytherin has fallen so
far��

�If you are sure,� the hat replied, �than its
best you�re in� �Ravenclaw� �You two will be a great interest to most here.�

�Thank you kind hat,� Hermione responded before
taking the hat off and giving Harry a grin before walking to her new house.

The sorting continued as normal though some
wondered what had taken so long to decide and for a muggleborn as well. Though
it could be said that since they were raised without expectations of what house
they would be in they had a slightly less bias of a notion on their future. In the
mean time harry became further convinced that Slytherin was on a downward trend
as Goyle was sorted their and soon Malfoy as well.

Finally McGonagall called out, �Potter, Harry.�

It was at that point that things went a bit wonky
for most. They all wanted to see him and rumors floated around. Ron Weasley was
complaining loudly now that he had an opportunity about how odd he was. It was
mostly due to the oddness that was his life that he reminded himself not to
outright respond. He most definitely had not wanted to let his gifts turn him
into that which he still despised.

�Hello Hat,� Harry said with a smirk. �I take
it that you will be silent about the things that you learn from us or at least
that is what Hermione indicated��

�I never reveal what I learn about students,�
the hat replied primly. �I would not even do that if I could no matter how much
certain people have inquired over the years.�

�Well that is good to hear,� Harry replied with
a slight change from smirk to little smile. �So which house do you think I
belong in?�

�If I thought you wouldn�t cause problems I
would let you go to Slytherin where you could do some good,� the hat said.
�Still I know there is no way that you would let me separate you from your
friend. It is a good thing that Ravenclaw would as well help you in your
ambition without the bias that would prevent you from doing the same if you
were in Slytherin.�

�So it is the obvious choice than,� Harry
thought with a sigh. �Knowledge is the key to my ambition after all.�

�Very well young Necromancer,� the hat replied.
�Since you truly understand the why of where you are being placed may your
search be fruitful in� �Ravenclaw�

�You know I honestly think they were expecting
something else,� Harry said as he got up with a smirk at the shocked face of
McGonagall. �Well I best get going now shouldn�t I?�

�I don�t think she would have been more shocked
if I had been in Slytherin,� Harry thought as he walked over to Hermione. �Slytherin
would have been a better fit, but I don�t think our impulses would have been as
controlled. We would have had plenty of sacrifices though even if it would be
slightly more difficult to explain away the scions of the Pureblood�s vanishing
like that.�

�Well Harry it looks like we are not going to
be separated after all,� Hermione said with a smirk as he sat next to her. �Not
that being in different or even rival houses would have stopped us��

�Like we would let something like that come
between us let alone our friends,� Harry said with his own smirk. �Still just
because we have friends elsewhere doesn�t mean we shouldn�t give our classmates
a chance now does it?�

�No,� Hermione agreed as while she wanted
friends she still didn�t trust many people anymore. �Still we don�t want people
to take advantage of us now do we?�

�True enough,� Harry said as he looked them
over. �At least here we shouldn�t be isolated for our interests unlike if we
were in other houses��

That had been one point the pair had firmly
agreed on when they had been in school. Neither would let themselves be used
again. Hermione had all too often had people act like friends for school advice
and help only to be abandoned and Harry had the whole issue with Dudley at
first along with the rest of his gang. Still they had changed over the years
and were planning on both making clean starts even if the other had not
revealed that they were going to Hogwarts. Even if they were practicing from
the Book Hermione had been unsure what being a Wizard or Witch meant as none of
her previous studies had covered the situation.

Still there were other matters to attend to and
Hermione looked up at the rest of the Sorting as it would be a good idea to pay
attention again. Despite wanting to continue their conversation it would be a
good thing to be aware of any potential allies as well as enemies. She had
admitted to herself that it was a shame that those like Malfoy were placed into
Slytherin. It seemed that while they would have fit in the rest of the house
had fallen to the ignorant and petty that lacked the cunning to succeed in
reaching their ambition.

�At least Harry was honest about his ambition,�
Hermione thought as she watched the last few students being called up. �Alice
and Anne were as well. They wished for the power to be able to protect
themselves and I had a hard time accepting myself. How can I count myself one
of them if I have not yet truly blooded myself with them? Life blood I have
tasted and yet not made a kill. I fit was not for Harry permitting me to have
drank his already potent blood I would feel so much weaker. Anne is far
stronger than me and Alice is already being shaped by things. I am lucky that I
even have a fraction of his strength though my speed seems to be nothing to gawk
at. A good thing I didn�t allow the hat to sort me into Gryffindor or I would
be with Weasley. It looks like the last is being called. His mannerisms show
him a Slytherin and perhaps a counter to Malfoy. A shame to see the house as it
has become.�

Still as soon as �Zabini, Blaise� had been
placed into Slytherin, Dumbledore stood up. �Welcome to another year at
Hogwarts! Before we begin our wonderful feast, I would like to say a few words.
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you.�

Harry looked over at Hermione, who was looking on with mild
shock at the sudden arrival of hundreds of pounds of food. Still he managed to conceal
a sigh. She would need a bit more experience in hiding her emotions he realized
even though he knew she had been working on her presentation.

�Hermione.� Harry whispered harshly. �Presentation.�

She looked up fighting off her blush and snapped her mouth
closed. After that her demeanor and stance changed causing a slight almost
unnoticeable nod from Harry before she tentatively reaching for a platter of
chicken. She was aware that she would need more protein in her diet than
before. In addition to not wanting to here a rant similar to when she had
witnessed him informing Anne that she had no worries about abnormal weight gain
or other alterations to her form. It was true that she had seen her little cousin
eat almost as much as a teenage boy and show not a trace of it in unsightly
appearance. As loath as she was to admit that her younger cousin was starting
to mature before her.

Harry had loaded up his plate with his favorite foods. Still
it was surprising to Hermione when he gave himself a balanced meal which
including plenty of vegetables and other nutritious foods. Still his was heavy
on meat as well as almost abstaining from the things her dentist parents would
have conniptions if she ate. While they could subsist on practically blood and
meat, the other foods would require less energy to extract and process the
necessary materials for their continued growth as well as their enhanced immune
system.

Harry felt a telltale caress to his mental shields. After a
moment he noticed no less than three different probes. Two were expected from
his research and those were from Snape and Dumbledore. He was left to wonder at
the probe from or at least near Quirrel though. He hoped that it was not more
about his status. Given the man�s interest in vampires he could inadvertently cause
problems.

Dismissing it, Harry had started to eat when a sudden
thought made him look over his shoulder to the Gryffindor table. There he saw
Ron Weasley eating like a pig with food all round his mouth as well as several
blobs of gravy and potatoes on his tie. He barely contained a shudder at that
sight and hoped that Hermione had not seen such a stomach churning thing. The boy
would need to learn some manners or he would likely die of old age having
disgusted any and all future female friends.

�It was like watching our companions feeding,� Harry thought
with a repressed shudder. �It�s just more messy and with so little concern for
all the waste.�

After the feast had been cleared away far too quickly
in Weasley�s case Harry had seen, Hermione had after not acted like most girls
starving herself eaten enough to gain some weight in the future. Plenty of meat
and other physical building foods though she had frowned at a lack of certain
things. That had left Harry with a single piece of slightly undercooked meat that
he�d managed to grab off his plate before it vanished. He rather disliked that
after training the Dursley�s to keep them from reaching near his food. He knew
he needed a high caloric diet but there was no reason to act like Weasley.

Turning he saw Dumbledore stood up to give his
speech, �Welcome, everyone, to a new year at Hogwarts. For our returning
students, it�s a pleasure to see you again. For our new students, welcome to
the finest school of Magic in the world. There are a few rules that I need to
pass on to you. The Forbidden Forest, as it�s name suggests, is strictly
off-limits.� Dumbledore peered down his nose at the Weasley twins. �Some of our
older students would do well to remember this rule. Our caretaker, Mr. Filch,
has asked me to remind you that magic is not to be used in the corridors. The
list of banned items has now reached a record two hundred and nine items. The
entire list can be seen in Mr. Filch�s office if you so desire.�

He straightened slightly, looking even more formidable yet
maintaining a familial rather than force induced authority. �A final notice.
The corridor on the right hand side of the third floor is strictly out of
bounds to all students who do not wish to die a most painful death.�

There was dead silence at this statement, except for Harry
who snickered quietly and rolled his eyes, earning an elbow to the ribs from
Hermione. He shot her a glare at that. It was not like most things would kill
him anymore. He had made sure of that especially since he was sure the Dursleys
were cowed enough not to attack him. Besides he knew that was like throwing a
red flag at a bull daring someone to go most likely a Gryffindor though he
would eventually want to investigate it for any item or knowledge useful to his
goal.

�Like I didn�t think they would try something subtle,� he
thought with a sneer being barely repressed. �Considering they viewed me like
an abomination or a vermin infestation I am amazed that they hadn�t tried to
poison me. Still it isn�t necessarily paranoia if someone is out to get you��

�Now, prefects, please lead your students to your
dormitories. Schedules will be handed out at breakfast tomorrow morning. Good
night.�

Turning to the Prefect who they recalled absentmindedly
having introduced herself as Penelope Clearwater, the first years stood and gathered
around her before they started walking. Harry and Hermione followed the rest of
the first years through the corridors on their way to the Ravenclaw Common Room
though they lagged a bit behind observing everything on their way. Permanent memory
enhancing rituals was a necessity for Harry as he knew that the slightest error
would cause any ritual he used to have a greater chance at misfortune even
death. Hermione on the other hand had started with a near photographic memory
and as long as an unnecessary trauma did not occur that would force her to
repress it there was little risk for her needing to spend as long acquiring
information. Thankfully both had at least rudimentary Occlumancy with its added
bonus for ease of searching and finding memories and thus information such as
the route from the Great Hall to their common room.

They had proceeded to the west side of the castle and up
several flights of stairs. When they had reached the fifth floor they headed
towards a tightly winding spiral staircase. Unlike Hermione who only had books
to go on, Harry had managed to track enough ghosts and other spirits to get
some idea of what the place was like. It had been the lure of the massive
information contained in the official library as well as the rumored other
private libraries that had permitted himself to acquiesce to going there.

�Unlike the rest of the Houses, Ravenclaw students don�t have
a single password to remember,� Penelope said as they approached the top of the
stairs. �Since this is the house of the intelligent, each person wanting to
enter has to be asked a question. Now if you get it wrong, you have to wait
until somebody else comes.�

The guardian of the entryway was a talking bronze knocker in
the shape of an eagle. It could have been worse Harry supposed though a mirror
or portrait might have been more interesting.

The fifth year prefect, Penelope Clearwater, stood outside
the door. �This is the Ravenclaw Common Room entrance. Now as I said before you�ll
have to answer the portrait�s question to get in.� She looked toward the
knocker. �Your question, fair eagle?� She asked.

The Knocker spoke �Good evening. Your password is a riddle.
�I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I
still hold water. What am I?��

�A sponge,� Harry said without thinking.

The knocker crowed. �Pass.� The door swung open. The
students ambled inside, to see a comfortable room, decorated in blue and
bronze, with lots of small couches and tables. The room was wide being circular
and very airy nowhere would it seem to stifle learning with it�s decor. Looking
up he noticed a domed ceiling painted with stars, and walls with graceful
arched windows that provide a spectacular view of the surrounding mountains.
There are bookcases, tables, and chairs, and opposite the entrance is another
door leading to the dormitories. Beside this door is a plinth on which stands a
life-size statue in white marble of Rowena Ravenclaw.

For a moment Harry wondered why not a portrait before
realizing that most of the founders were private people. Poking into ones
secrets is quite annoying. Besides having an imprint of a personality and never
getting to enjoy ones existence even as a portrait would be rather rude.

Penelope stood in the centre of the room. �Girls, your
dormitories are on the left hand side, while the boys are on the right. Your
dorm rooms each have your name on. Your trunks and other possessions should be
in your room already.�

Harry nodded and after saying a quick goodnight to Hermione headed
up the stairs. Morning as always would come soon enough and with it meeting
their head of house. When he got in his dorm, he was delighted to see that
Ravenclaw students each got a single dorm room.

�Privacy blessed privacy,� Harry thought. �No roommates to
worry finding anything untowards. Still a few additional wards won�t hurt� well
me anyways.�

With that Harry began to set up what wards he
could until he added more sophisticated ones when he had both the time and components.
KiKi began to make herself at home while he worked. In addition to that she
started to rearrange things to both of their likings. At least he had a place
to hang out with some privacy. Still he had heard an answer to his unasked
question. Girls could visit boys but not the reverse how strange.

�Well KiKi,� Harry said as he settled into the
bed. �This doesn�t seem so bad now does it?�

KiKi chattered in agreement before settling
down on a small comfy chair to sleep. While she may not necessarily need to
sleep it was better than being bored. Besides it gave her a chance to dream of
all the good things to come. Unknown to either was while she slept, KiKi would
absorb ambient magic to strengthen herself. Hogwarts would be able to more than
offset the lack of fresh meals for her.

**********************
The morning had come and the first years gathered in the common room. They saw
the prefects from the night before as well as their Head of House.
�Good Morning,� Professor Flitwick said. �My Name is Filius Flitwick and I
will be your Head of House as well as Charms teacher. If you need anything you
can come to me or the Prefects. Now as you can guess our house is a bit
different in some ways than the others. While most see us as bookworms and
intellectuals that while true is not the whole story. All the houses are driven
by a need. Gryffindors are driven to act, Hufflepuffs are driven to aid their friends,
and Slytherins are driven to ambition to succeed. Now for us it is different. We
are driven by the need to know and understand the world around us. For us there
is really no useless knowledge merely what we have yet to figure out how to
apply. Now are there any questions?�
�Are there any overt restrictions on the books we keep in our own personal
libraries?� Hermione decided to ask. �By that I mean non conventional ideas and
not those that are restricted.�
�A good question,� Flitwick said as he nodded in approval. �For the most
part what you have in your libraries are considered private and sadly those of
you without the necessary ancestry will find a lack of protective loopholes. For
instance the older families have managed to get exemptions for research
purposes what would otherwise be forbidden. An important thing to realize is
that knowledge is not in itself good or evil, but how one uses it. In your later
years there are several electives that you would find interesting.�
�What kind of electives are there?� Terry Boot asked as he was interested in
what this would mean for him and his family business. �Is there anything also
dealing with the practical information as well as how to succeed in independent
ventures?�
�Boot,� Hermione said as she turned to look at him with her eyebrow raised slightly.
�So you�re related to those Boots and are interested in seeing an expansion
into the Wizarding World. How interesting��
�Bulk potion sales might be doable,� Harry said as he actually paid
attention to the boy. �However mass production is a bit more complicated than
chemical vats as well as the more traditional elements would be incensed I
believe��
�Yes there are business electives and other concerns,� Flitwick said as he
wondered what those two were interested in. �There is however a threshold to
cross in the private pursuits unless you are sponsored.�
�The patron system,� Harry said with a dismissive slight. �I take it is
still more in effect in the larger populous than I was aware. There are plenty
of stores willing to buy if you know where to sell so that is not a real concern
Terry.�
�Is there any advice for us?� came a barely whispered question from the shy
Su Li. �Things to know to succeed as well as cope with things.�
�Yes there are things you should know for that,� Flitwick said as he looked them
over again. �There is besides the main Hogwarts Library and the Restricted
Section the Ravenclaw Library to aid your research. There are other sources for
the less accepted books outside Diagon Alley. I would advise not going to such
places before your third year in which place there are several out of the way
bookshops in Hogsmeade for such services. Also most of the larger stores and ever
the specialty stores will accept owl orders as another means to access
information while you are here.�
His students took what they heard and started to think intently on it. Ravenclaws
were not bookworms, but they did collect and horde information though some
would be almost Slytherin in their control of that information. Still they needed
to know potential sources for the information that they would require. Knowledge
was power and while not all of them would become scholars there was no way that
potentially useful and future success enabling information would be lacking in
locations to seek.
�You will by the time you graduate have compiled your own notes and theories,�
Flitwick said as he saw their minds thinking. �Some of which should be added to
the Ravenclaw library. This will allow following students to better analyze and
learn from your lessons as you do from your predecessors. Now while I am
cheerful that does not mean that I cannot be serious. Unlike the other houses
save the more affluent in Slytherin, you have your own rooms for added privacy.
As you grow up I expect you not to cause situations that would require us to
invade your privacy. Is that clear?�
�Yes Professor,� came the mutual answer from the students some honest some not.
�Now than,� Flitwick said taking on a more jovial note the other students
would recognize, �there are a few more bits of advice and things to aid you in
your time here. First get to know your professors outside of normal lecture
time. It is amazing what simply talking allows for one to learn. Second there
is a map so you don�t get lost I advise you plan things accordingly so that you
are not late and give the wrong impression also you can ask your older
housemates about things. Lastly I advise looking over your timetables and being
prepared for classes. Is there any other things you need?�
�No Professor,� came the joined answer of the first years.
�Now than if you follow the prefects to the Great Hall there is plenty of
time to eat and talk before classes,� Flitwick said with a grin. �You will find
that there is plenty to talk and discuss about if you get there early enough. A
final bit of advice� please avoid the Gryffindor and Slytherin confrontations
as they tend to� escalate out of control.�
With that Flitwick released the first years as he handed out there
timetables. Looking it over the first years saw which books to grab before
going to the Great Hall and thus unlike the Gryffindors would not need to rush
back for their books. As the rest of the first years rushed ahead to get their needed
books Harry and Hermione lingered a moment longer.
�It does looks like we might actually fit in here,� Hermione said happy for
that. �I imagine that the other houses do something similar.�
�From what I have heard most do outside of Gryffindor,� Harry said as he
followed to the steps. �They actually get their timetables during their first
breakfast and have to dash back for their things. Not to sensible of them
although I heard that they need to rely on older students to find out where to
go as most don�t check out or buy Hogwarts: a History for the added
useful information. I believe most of our house will travel in groups to avoid
Gryffs and Slyths trying to convince or coerce some help on their homework. Weasley
seems the sort for that considering some of the things he said.�
�Yes he does seem the sort,� Hermione said with a sour look on her face. �Still
things are going to be a bit exciting no offense, but I tend to do better with
a structured learning environment though the library will likely be a second
home for me.�
�I understand,� Harry said with a wry grin. �There is so much available material
that would take far too much money to acquire here that it would be a crime to
ignore the opportunity. I have a few ideas of which magical ideas to share
though to add to the House collection just as I am aware how much we will not add.
A shame but some would not use it as well as others.�
�As much as I prefer ready access to information,� Hermione began with a
pout starting to form, �I will admit that I see your point. The same holds for
the Restricted Section as those going in uninformed might cause irreversible
damage to themselves or others.�
�I swear at times I expect you to be more put out with the system and here
more so,� Harry said as he took a step further away. �You still planning on
gaining some more accreditation through the mail as well I believe. I think that
as loath as these magicals seem about it that muggle technology is going
to be going in interesting directions. Still we can continue this on our way to
the Hall as we need to get our books first.�
�Why is it that whenever anyone has a good discussion going that it must be
interrupted by life?� Hermione asked as she reluctantly headed to the stairs. �It
just seems that whenever we get to an interesting topic we need to go. It can
be quite frustrating.�
�Life is full of interruptions,� Harry said as he started to climb the
stairs. �It might get boring otherwise.�
Hermione just shook her head at that. Harry was Harry and as amusing as he
acted in public he could be quite engaging in private. Still she dismissed the more
pleasant distraction and quickly made her way to her room and to her shelves to
get her books. She shuddered at having to dig through her trunk to get to her
things. As tempting as a trunk with a library room had been it had been
impractically priced when she had gone trunk shopping. The enchanted backpack
had been an indulgence that she had realized would be worth it similar to good
shoes.
With a quick flicking of her fingers to grab the needed books out of there
subject and title organized layout, Hermione added them to her backpack before
grabbing some additional parchment and a notebook to write additional ideas on.
Inspiration and ideas could occur anywhere and having something to jot them
down before the elusive thoughts slipped like sand through her fingers was not
something she wanted.
�I wonder if there is a magical equivalent to a pocket notebook,� Hermione
thought as she closed, locked and slightly warded her door out of habit as she
proceeded back to their common room to meet Harry and the others before heading
down to breakfast. �A spell to transcribe and cross-reference notes would be
useful. It does seem a shame that high levels of magic tend to make electronics
short circuit as those electronic organizers seem to be an interesting idea something
else to look into. I may be magical but that is no reason to ignore the rest of
the world. Why else would I still be working toward my education for university?
Still focused magical education may be better than the way I have been learning
with Harry in general theory, but the practical might be different in practice
and effect.�
�Ready?� Harry asked as Hermione reached the bottom of the steps. �We had
best get going than as the others are starting to catch up. Why do they take so
long though?�
Hermione looked at him oddly before she noticed that even though they had gone
up last they were almost the first ones down. She looked down at her watch in
disgust at how childish it looked before a bit of surprise at how little time
had passed. Had they been moving that quickly or were the other students just that
sluggish in comparison?
�Harry is it me or do they seem to move slower?� Hermione asked in confusion.
�Hmm,� Harry said as he looked them over. �Remember that from what we read
not a lot of magicals are very physically active so there may be differences
there.�
�That wouldn�t explain it though,� Hermione added still trying to figure out
the problem. �There has to be more to it. What aren�t you telling me Harry?�
�Ah that,� Harry said after a moments contemplation. �Despite being able to use
magic like they do we are a bit� different I guess you could say. What did you
think the magic we used before would result in? We are in a way in better
physical shape with a slightly noticeable improvement in our biological
processes. Our muscles are denser giving strength without an excess of bulk to
slow us down while our nerves process information faster allowing a quicker
reaction time also allowing us to analyze what we learn more efficiently. That also
doesn�t go into the other subtle yet additional advantages we have. In a way we
are stronger, faster and smarter than most. From what that computer obsessed
teacher said we process information faster though even if we had the same
mental abilities we have subjectively longer to access them.�
Hermione looked staggered at what he had just said. She had been so busy trying
to play catch up to her cousin and her friend that she had never really sat
back and thought about the beneficial side effects of what they had been doing.
There had also been the over pressing need to understand and learn that she had
let the ramifications slip.
�Think about it this way,� Harry said after letting her process the
bombshell he had dropped. �Now you see why I have been so protective of what I
know. Consider that the basics and their mere side effects are what more would
the intended results be. Now you understand the seemingly draconian security
measures. What if those without some self control had these improvements?�
�They would let the power go to their heads,� Hermione said after a moment�s
thought before an analogy hit her as well. �Harry is that why there is so much
of a superiority complex over muggles and the muggleborn?�
�While these magicals have some physical enhancements namely a slightly
quicker healing rate as well as a slightly lengthened life span that does not
account for the shear level of arrogance most of the older families seem to
have,� Harry said with disappointment clearly heard in his voice. �So much
potential and they seem to be living mostly on the accomplishments of the past.
They seem a stagnant sort unwilling to change anymore than necessary and when
it is required thinking of how to alter the situation to suit their magic
instead of the reverse. Perhaps if there is more innovation things will change,
but we will see.�
�So many complications,� Hermione said with a sigh. �Still we had best get
down to breakfast. Who knows what this week will bring?�
�Indeed,� Harry said with a grin. �We may have a schedule, but there is so
little we know about our professors and fellow students. Maybe there will be
pleasant surprises. Either way we will have to write Alice and Anne about this.
I am fairly sure they will get a letter next year as both have shown signs that
are like accidental magic.�
�How about you write Anne and I write Alice?� Hermione asked as the rest
finally seemed to have finished filling in the room.
�Well she is your cousin after all,� Harry said with a conceding tone. �At
least she is nothing like the vapid fan girls or things would be weird even
with the crush she seems to have. Anne seems to be a bit more changed than
Alice though.�
�How is it my fault that my cousin your good friend seems to be still
crushing on you,� Hermione asked with a giggle. �her knight covered in crimson?�
�Of course,� Harry said with a smirk. �No good deed goes unpunished after
all. My poor obsessive minions seem to be getting clingier.�
�You know it is only proper for villains to have minions,� Hermione said
with a frown. �I think those two wouldn�t mind though. They like to act that scene
out��
�What jealousy,� Harry said in mock indignation before leaning in and
whispering. �So our little goody two shoes bookworm friend is all grown up and
being bad. What next wanting to experience the English vice?�
Hermione shuddered at that. She knew they were all certifiable in some way,
but the way Harry tended to shift from emotionless to playful could be
disconcerting at times. Although she would admit that he was far too good at dissecting
a person physically as well as mentally, Harry could always find the right
buttons to press to get the reaction he wanted. He only had problems that she recalled
when Alice or Anne was feeling a desire for more and even that was in trying to
keep himself from responding too much. It was disconcerting how well those two
children could seduce someone. The ones responsible may be dead, but she had
long realized that their actions had permanent effects on their eccentricities.
Both of them had no shame in sneaking into his or each other�s beds to wake
them with a talented finger or tongue.
�It had been unsettling to wake up from a dream to have that happening,�
Hermione thought as her mind had gone into the gutter. �The time I watched the
two practically worshipping his blood covered form had been as disconcerting as
much from the scene as how it made me feel. And now of all times to ask me that
question. Still my responses are different than theirs even if it is ever so
slightly less so. Those two like to get in trouble just so he punishes them. Every
time I see it is more they are pressing for. He knows and they know that one
night under the moon with their blades dripping with blood they will get what
they want. Still his temptation is becoming more so with time. Bloody hormones!�
Harry was smiling at her she could tell with his breath far too close and
teasing for comfort. He was playing with her and she liked it! If they had been
anywhere else she was unsure how she would have responded. If they were in
private she believed she would have flirted back and lost control. As it was
she swallowed hard and tried to make herself look somewhat presentable and far
less flushed or bothered than she was.
�Maybe later,� Hermione managed to say as she felt her pulse still
quickening before letting a parting shot slip out. �After I�ve shown you how
bad a girl I can be?�
Harry simply smirked and told her, �I�ll hold you to that,� before he leaned
back and looked at her.
He knew that he was slowly losing some of his resolve, but it was so much
fun. He had to admit that puberty with all its impulses was amusing and he knew
if he pulled even half the verbal banter with either Alice or more likely Anne
he would find himself post coitus before he knew it. Still playing was fun and as
long as he never acted like those animals he had dealt with he could eventually
do more without feeling any shame in acting like them. Not that he felt that
emotion much anyways.
�It is going to be hard enough focusing on classes as it is,� Harry thought
as they finally descended to breakfast. �Noticing the older developing girls
will catch my attention though knowing that if I even hint that those two would
do whatever with whoever I say is quite heady. I don�t think I will be able to
resist much longer and Hermione seems almost as bad. To think at eleven I
already have girlfriend issues real ones not just kissing and holding hands. Oddly
I think James and his friends would be proud. Still despite being a bit less
normal than most I still feel a bit odd that two girls want to do that. Anne already
offered to do willingly with me what that man did unwillingly and quite
unpleasantly she said. I don�t think that with those two here next year either of
us will be getting out of whatever they feel like trying this time. Not that I
really minded acting out that scene as Sir Gallahad, but really Anne seems to
want more already. That she is cleaning there already means that she knows that
my protests will eventually die out and take them like they want. I rescue who
I think are two lovely girls and what do I get two nymphomaniac sex fiends that
want to be spanked and used, but only by me even if they play well with each
other.�
With a conscious effort Harry redirected some blood flow as he watched all the
girls walking around him. Those two fellow sociopaths were bad enough without
the fangirls wanting to brag about him using them. He just wanted to accomplish
one simple dream talk to his parents was it so much to ask that life not
distract him no matter how pleasantly?
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