Chapter 4-
A few hours later, after Ricky had been given a full account of the thestrals, hippogryphs, and other things that go bump in the night, Ricky and Hedwig found themselves back in Dumbledore's office.
Ricky sort of regretted that it was back to its put together state, he had liked his version of redecorating. The 'danger' cabinet was nowhere within sight. But he knew that was his Harry sides feeling on the matter.
His Voldemort side however was fuming, he only looked at the office and contempt and fury.
"Mr. Potter, let's repeat shall we," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. "You met an odd stranger on the street and realized you might have relatives in our world so you went to London, found a fireplace with floo powder, mispronounced Hogsmeade while coughing and ended up in my office?"
"Yes, Sir," Ricky said, not even batting an eye under combined gazes of the Four Heads of the Houses, which was especially easy because the Slytherin Head of House was nowhere near as frightening as Snape.
"And you know about magic from books, and you have a wand because you found that wand with those books, and you have an owl because she found you?" Dumbledore went on.
"Yes, Sir."
Ricky was careful to not make direct eye contact, which wasn't hard because the other teacher's expressions were more interesting.
"Well, all is in order then. But I am afraid you must turn in your wand and go back home."
Ricky who had been watching Fawkes preen himself, nearly snapped his own neck to look back at the Headmaster.
"You can't do that!"
"I am afraid my dear boy, that you are too old to attend this school and as you have been living with muggles- well by law I cannot allow you to possibly keep a wand and possibly expose us all. The risks are too great."
Ricky had not seen that coming, "That is horse crap, I need my wand."
"You need to return to your own world, to your home-"
"I don't have a home," Harry snapped, "They kicked me out because I was a freak."
"You've performed magic in front of them?"
Ricky glared, "I may not have gone to your fancy pants school, but I know how to read, I know it's normal for children to have spouts of accidental magic. It isn't my fault no one from 'your' world came to get me."
"Be that as it may, you cannot attend here. The scholarship is for first years only. Hogwarts rarely accepts transfer students and-"
"I came here to meet James Potter," Ricky cut him off, "I came here to find my family not to be harassed by some self-centered bearded fool who thinks he is king of the universe."
The twinkle vanished, "You are a threat to the safety of our world and I cannot allow-"
"And what about my safety? My mother was murdered by one of your kind, and if James really is my relative than that means my father was magical too. Which would make me your kind. I am not handing over the only chance I have against the monster who ended my mother's life."
"Muggles kill each other all the time, how do you know it was magic that killed her? You already told us she died when you were merely a year old?"
"Because I remember laughter, someone yelling 'Avada Kedavra,' and green light, and before you say there is no way for me to possibly remember that; I would like to point out that the trauma stays with us no matter the clarity of our memory."
"Fleamont and Euphemia would like to meet him, Albus," McGonagall said finally speaking up. "Even if he were a squib, you know they would want to meet him."
Dumbledore sighed, "Very well, no doubt James Potter will tell them regardless. But you will not be admitted here, Ricky, I want you to understand that. When our book doesn't recognize a possible student it is because they don't have the magic to keep up."
Harry glared, "It's Mr. Potter to you, I have not given you permission to use my nickname. And considering your attitude earlier I doubt I will ever, and for your information i know my worth. And I bet I could pass your stupid tests."
Merlin knew that both Voldemort and Harry passed them before. Maybe it was the hatred Voldemort had for the man, but he was so angry with Dumbledore right now that he was close to fling a killing curse at him.
The twinkle returned to Dumbledore's blue eyes and practically ignored the jab, "That can be arranged, Mr. Potter."
The professors were pretty on board with testing Harry, in fact, due to all of the proctors for the OWLs being around they had decided to let Harry take all his OWLs (aside from astronomy) in one afternoon.
The Potter's were coming later that night.
Ricky was feeling both annoyed and a little vindictive. He was all too willing to prove Dumbledore wrong and that somehow pleased all the souls in him, so for the test he decided to leave it all to the Voldemort side of him, after all he did get one the highest OWL scores in history.
Accounting for the limited time the tests were more like evaluations. He was given the History of Magic test first with half the number of questions, and he was only given the practicals from the other exams.
The History of Magic exam was easier then Voldemort remembered, he breeze through in record time.
He had no issues in the Herbology practical and even earned a smile from Professor Sprout who was quite pretty in her late twenties when he gave extra care to the roots of a rather delicate mannered plant.
While the Voldemort part if him looked at the subject with disdain, the Harry had spent his childhood working every summer in Aunt Petunia's garden, and although it wasn't his favorite thing to do, it wasn't something he was bad at.
Charms was downright easy, it had always been both of Harry and Voldemort's stronger subjects. Flitwick was delighted with Ricky's abilities.
The written aspect of Transfiguration was a joke, Voldermort was one smart bastard so he ghosted through that part. And to his shock the practically was even easier than that.
His care of Magical Creatures exam was overseen by Hagrid. The half-giant was unable to keep from saying, "He has a natural talent with the little creatures."
For that subject his DnD character had a natural affinity for creates and nature overall, so he was completely at ease there.
Bith arithmancy and Runes were a walk in the park, he left both proctors with mouth gaping as he made his way towards the Dungeons for potions.
His potions skills were miles ahead of his age group, both Voldemort and Harry Potter had extensive experience with the subject.
For Harry it was due to the fear of Snape, and for Voldemort it was for the soul purpose of hurting others
And under the watchful eye of Professor Slughorn who was possibly the nicest Slytherin that Harry potter had ever met, he was praised for his work. Though Voldernort only looked at the man with revulsion.
Defense of the Dark Arts… Dumbledore oversaw as apparently, the DADA had jumped off a cliff for unspecified reasons. He was still at St. Mungos in urgent care.
"Is there anything you learned, seeing as you have never studied at this school that was not covered?" one of the proctors asked.
Thinking about it for a bit, and debating with his innerselves. He came to the conclusion that he could produce the patronus charn.
"I can conjure a Patronus," Ricky replied dryly, barely able to keep the smugness off his face when he saw Dumbledore's eyebrows shoot up in his peripheral vision.
"That is a seventh year spell," The proctor noted.
"Defense always seemed the most interesting subject to me."
"As you have shown us, you did far better than the students in the current fifth year, but then Hogwarts has had a bad run of DADA professors."
Using Harry's memories, Ricky could not help but think about how bad it will get in the future, after all there were Quirrelmort, Lockhart, a Death Eater, or Umbridge.
"Hmmm… anyhow, show us your Patronus," the proctor said motioning with his hand.
Ricky said the magic words and a silver panther trotted around through the air, proud and regal leaving both the proctors and Dumbledore opened mouthed.
Ricky smiled smugly at Dumbledore once again, but quickly started to think, he might have realized how odd it would seem for a mostly self-taught wizard to be that talented but he dismissed it after all he did say mostly, it was they're fault for not asking about the rest.
The instructors and the professors not only agreed, but enthusiastically accepted Ricky into Hogwarts for the following year into his seventh year. He even agreed to take all of his courses at the NEWT level, including Artihmancy, and Runes under both proctors insistence on the importance of both subjects.
He received all outstanding and five outstanding with distinctions, in transfiguration, care of magical creatures, runes, arithmancy, and defense against the dark arts, which once again shocked the staff.
He received official OWL scores in person by madam Marchbanks, which never happen ed before but Ricky didn't mind. Unbeknownst to him, he had earned an outstanding amount of attention from the Headmaster. He would be (re)sorted tonight, something that was of great importance to Albus Dumbledore.
In the great hall later that night
"Ugh," Wormtail moaned, "why aren't we eating? Where is the food?"
"Where are the professors?" Remus asked.
"Here they come," Sirius sang under his breath.
"I can't believe we aren't going to win the house cup this year," James grumped.
"Really?" Lily asked from further down the table, "You? You of people, can't possibly imagine why we aren't going to win? It couldn't possibly have anything to do with you or your 'friends' misconception of the term fun."
James put his elbow on the table, his chin in his palm, and winked at her playfully, "Oh Lily Flower, if you wanted me to show you what fun is, you had only to ask."
She snarled wordlessly at him, before flipping her flaming red hair over one shoulder and turning her back on him to talk with a friend.
Sirius chuckled, "You really can't help being a moron, can you?"
James tightened his lips, "No one asked you, flea bag."
Sirius barked his laughter before pointing at the the figure of Ricky before speaking.
"Hey Jamzie Potter two is here"
"Why is there another Potter?" Lily asked suddenly and turned to glare at James and Sirius. She seemed more worried than anything else even though the boy did not looked too much like james.
James was skinnier and shorter, while this one was taller and more muscular. His hair did not stick out like wild grass, his features were more aristocratic.
He had high cheekbones, blue grey eyes and neatly combed hair.
All the while students throughout the hall were whispering versions of the same.
One girl whispered to her friend at the Gryffindor table, "He is as attractive as our Potter, isn't he? I think he is a lot taller and his hair is darker."
James smiled at having Lily's attention again, "He's my cousin."
"You don't have a cousin," she said sharply.
Sirius jumped in, "The Potters are a pureblood family, Lily Pretty. James has lots of cousins, we all do."
She hmphed, turning up her chin.
"McGonagall has the Sorting Hat," Remus said in a hushed voice as the hall grew quiet.
"Congratulations to all! On this festive day at the end of finals for the fifth and seventh years I am sure we all have much to celebrate and much we must part with as our seventh years move on to their new adventures," Dumbledore announced from his podium. "I am pleased to announce that Ravenclaw has won the house cup!"
The banners in the Great Hall shifted to blue, the Ravenclaw table cheering, the other houses clapping more sedately.
He continued, "But tonight our number is joined, entering the current sixth year class moving into their seventh year is Mr. Richard Henry Potter."
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