HP Accepted Early
Title: If Harry Potter were Accepted Early
Author: Madsci
Archive: here, if want me on your archive, please ask first
Chapter 19
Mandy had gone to the ‘Magical Music’ store to speak with the proprietor about a violin she’d encountered that seemed to have permanent itching powder on it. She wanted to make sure it was charmed with something reversible, rather than enchanted or possessed. She therefore told Harry to go get his robes and she would meet him there. He had just started his fitting when a pointy platinum blond came in, taking the stool next to his.
“Hello, I’m Draco. Are you starting Hogwart’s too?”
Harry, now that he could see the kid, realized who this was, as he’d met his father a few weeks ago, in passing.
“No, Master Malfoy, I’m returning.”
“But…how old are you?” he asked suspiciously.
“I just turned eleven.”
Draco immediately put the pieces together.
“Potter?”
“Got it in one. Madame, if you’d be so kind as to add the Raven insignia, I need to get going. Owl it to the normal place. Good day, Master Malfoy.”
Harry glided out the door while Draco was still gaping.
When they got back from the Alley, the mail had come, and Harry’s O levels results had come.
“Ooooh, open it! Come on!”
“Mandy, calm down. There’s only so fast I can rip it open.”
O Levels Results
Harold James Potter
Wyatt Institute
July 1991
Maths A
Chemistry A
Biology A
French B
History A
Latin A
Comp Sci B
Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You have earned the privilege to continue in your courses. Inform your school ASAP regarding your course selections for A Levels.
“So, what are you going to continue in?”
“Chemistry, Biology, Latin, and Maths”
“Right, go ahead and call to Dr. Greene about your classes. I’ll start dinner.”
As soon as Harry had crossed the barrier, before he even had a chance to look around for Percy and Cedric, Ronald ran over to him.
“Harry, Harry! I’m coming to Hogwart’s this year!”
“That’s nice Ronald. Where’s Percy?” Harry asked, standing on tiptoes to look around.
“He’s getting his robes on, he’s a prefect, you know.”
“Yes. He wrote me when he got the letter. Are Fred and George on the train yet?”
“Nah, they’re being nice for once and helping people with their trunks. I think they’re up to something.”
“When are they not? Thanks, Ronald. Bye,” He muttered as he strode off toward the baggage car.
“Bye!” Ron yelled after him.
Harry was happily sitting with Cedric, as Percy was at his Prefect meeting, reading a book on Egyptian hieroglyph spells Bill had recommended, when a bushy-haired girl with no house affiliation came in, then started gawking.
“Hi, welcome to the Hogwart’s Express. Are you a first year?”
“Oh,” she snapped out of her state, “Yes, I’m Hermione Granger, and you’re Harry Potter. You’re in lots of books.”
“I’m glad you know who I am, because sometimes I don’t know,” he snarked, a bit tired of this spiel. “And I know I’m in a lot of books, but only one for my academics. What a shame no one seems to remember the brilliant people that died that night to save me, rather than the baby who survived.”
Cedric chipped in before Harry could go off on a rant, “If you can’t tell, it’s a bit of a sensitive subject. Hi, I’m Cedric Diggory.”
Hermione stayed long enough to apologize, then sped off to sit elsewhere.
Soon afterward, Draco came in.
“Master Malfoy, we meet again. Cedric Diggory, may I introduce you to Draco Malfoy?”
“Lord Potter, may I apologize for my conduct when we first met? I was only shocked.”
“Apology accepted, but is this by your own action, or at Lord Malfoy’s orders?”
“He recommended it, but I decided the mode.”
“Very well. Care to sit down?”
“Thank you, but no. I have a seat already with some of my yearmates.”
After Draco left, both boys collapsed into laughter.
“You sounded such a prig!” Cedric giggled (though he’d deny it to his last breath).
Author: Madsci
Archive: here, if want me on your archive, please ask first
Chapter 19
Mandy had gone to the ‘Magical Music’ store to speak with the proprietor about a violin she’d encountered that seemed to have permanent itching powder on it. She wanted to make sure it was charmed with something reversible, rather than enchanted or possessed. She therefore told Harry to go get his robes and she would meet him there. He had just started his fitting when a pointy platinum blond came in, taking the stool next to his.
“Hello, I’m Draco. Are you starting Hogwart’s too?”
Harry, now that he could see the kid, realized who this was, as he’d met his father a few weeks ago, in passing.
“No, Master Malfoy, I’m returning.”
“But…how old are you?” he asked suspiciously.
“I just turned eleven.”
Draco immediately put the pieces together.
“Potter?”
“Got it in one. Madame, if you’d be so kind as to add the Raven insignia, I need to get going. Owl it to the normal place. Good day, Master Malfoy.”
Harry glided out the door while Draco was still gaping.
When they got back from the Alley, the mail had come, and Harry’s O levels results had come.
“Ooooh, open it! Come on!”
“Mandy, calm down. There’s only so fast I can rip it open.”
O Levels Results
Harold James Potter
Wyatt Institute
July 1991
Maths A
Chemistry A
Biology A
French B
History A
Latin A
Comp Sci B
Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You have earned the privilege to continue in your courses. Inform your school ASAP regarding your course selections for A Levels.
“So, what are you going to continue in?”
“Chemistry, Biology, Latin, and Maths”
“Right, go ahead and call to Dr. Greene about your classes. I’ll start dinner.”
As soon as Harry had crossed the barrier, before he even had a chance to look around for Percy and Cedric, Ronald ran over to him.
“Harry, Harry! I’m coming to Hogwart’s this year!”
“That’s nice Ronald. Where’s Percy?” Harry asked, standing on tiptoes to look around.
“He’s getting his robes on, he’s a prefect, you know.”
“Yes. He wrote me when he got the letter. Are Fred and George on the train yet?”
“Nah, they’re being nice for once and helping people with their trunks. I think they’re up to something.”
“When are they not? Thanks, Ronald. Bye,” He muttered as he strode off toward the baggage car.
“Bye!” Ron yelled after him.
Harry was happily sitting with Cedric, as Percy was at his Prefect meeting, reading a book on Egyptian hieroglyph spells Bill had recommended, when a bushy-haired girl with no house affiliation came in, then started gawking.
“Hi, welcome to the Hogwart’s Express. Are you a first year?”
“Oh,” she snapped out of her state, “Yes, I’m Hermione Granger, and you’re Harry Potter. You’re in lots of books.”
“I’m glad you know who I am, because sometimes I don’t know,” he snarked, a bit tired of this spiel. “And I know I’m in a lot of books, but only one for my academics. What a shame no one seems to remember the brilliant people that died that night to save me, rather than the baby who survived.”
Cedric chipped in before Harry could go off on a rant, “If you can’t tell, it’s a bit of a sensitive subject. Hi, I’m Cedric Diggory.”
Hermione stayed long enough to apologize, then sped off to sit elsewhere.
Soon afterward, Draco came in.
“Master Malfoy, we meet again. Cedric Diggory, may I introduce you to Draco Malfoy?”
“Lord Potter, may I apologize for my conduct when we first met? I was only shocked.”
“Apology accepted, but is this by your own action, or at Lord Malfoy’s orders?”
“He recommended it, but I decided the mode.”
“Very well. Care to sit down?”
“Thank you, but no. I have a seat already with some of my yearmates.”
After Draco left, both boys collapsed into laughter.
“You sounded such a prig!” Cedric giggled (though he’d deny it to his last breath).