HP Accepted Early
Title: If Harry Potter were Accepted Early
Author: Madsci
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Chapter 9
“Mr Potter, please stay after class.”
“Yes, Prof McGonagall.”
“Harry, come with me. We need to discuss your holiday arrangements.”
Once they were in her office, Harry asked, “What’s wrong, Aunt Minnie? Is Mandy sick?”
“No, but I will have to Apparate you home that day, as she sent a message that social services wants to come by at three that afternoon.”
“Are they suspicious of my schooling, or is this a general check-up?”
“It seems they saw your grades and agreed that a school for the gifted was a wonderful idea, and since there are notations in the muggle will Lily wrote saying there was a trust for your schooling, they see nothing strange. This is just a general check-in. Also, I’ve been asked to attend the meeting as a family member and an administrator at your school.”
“Bye, guys. I’ll send your presents in a couple of days,” Harry called to Percy and Cedric as they left for the train.
He had already told them about the meeting, so they were not surprised when he dragged his trunk over to where McGonagall stood at the gate.
“Alright, Harry, keep a sharp hold on your trunk and grab my elbow.”
Later that day, as the three sat down to afternoon tea, the doorbell rang. After the social worker had settled in for her own cup of tea, she started the inquisition.
“Ms McGonagall, how would you describe Harry’s adjustment to his school?”
“He is doing very well; his end-of-term exams were exceptional. Though he is actually a bit younger than our usual attendees, he is adjusting well, making friends among his year mates and those a year above. He has had no disciplinary troubles that merited beyond a scolding and a small demerit on his record.”
“And what do you teach again?”
“Physics. I also taught James Potter, Harry’s late father. Harry has inherited his facility with its applications.”
“And Ms Hunibeor, he communicates with you regularly?”
“Yes, I received a letter approximately every other Friday. There were times he went a bit longer, but those were at times, he informed me later, when he had multiple tests or projects in a week.”
“Excuse me, I am here, Madame. Would you prefer I leave, or would you like to question me?” Harry asked as nicely as possible.
“I have a few more questions for these ladies, then I would like to ask you some questions. If you’d like to go play for a while, come back in 20 minutes. Then we’ll have a private talk.”
Pointing out the stupidity of telling him to go play, he said, “OK, I guess I’ll do the reading for Prof Binns’ History essay. He wanted 8 pages for the Tuesday after we return, so I’d best get cracking.”
Needless to say, Minnie and Mandy had a difficult time not laughing.
When Harry came back down 25 minutes later, Aunt Minnie had just left to visit her other nieces and nephews, and Mandy was in the kitchen banging pots and pans together in preparation for supper.
“Ah, good timing, young man. Now for some more questions.”
“OK, go ahead.”
Picking up her notepad, she asked, “Does Miss Hunibeor feed you enough? Do you have a nice room? Is she kind to you?”
“As you can tell, she’s a great cook, she made all the tea treats, and she took me in when my aunt and uncle decided I was disobedient, which you’ve seen is not true. She was my music teacher before she was my guardian, and whenever Aunt Petunia decided I merited a night sleeping outside for not finishing my numerous chores to her satisfaction, I had a key to come over here. But you knew that, it should be in the statement you received on why I was placed here. As for my room here, I haven’t really had a chance to use it, I lived here for 3 weeks at the end of the summer, only one of which officially, and I just got back from school earlier today. I got to pick out the colors and some of the furniture before I left, if that’s what you mean.”
Nodding as she finished her notes, she added, “And do you like your school, or would you prefer to be somewhere away from you adoptive family?”
“I like it. Besides, Aunt Minnie and Prof Snape knew my parents well, and they tell me stories about them. They each gave me a picture, Aunt Minnie of Dad, and Prof Snape one of Mum. In terms of academics, I can’t complain, few schools would take someone of my age, they either want you from the start, or at the end of primary. It should be on my primary record that Mr Browning, the school psychologist, recommended a month into my first year that I transfer to Wyatt Institute. Aunt Petunia refused, despite an offer of boarding and a scholarship, because they refused the same to Dudley, so here I am.”
Satisfied, Ms Ryan left them to their supper to write up her positive report.
Author: Madsci
Archive: here, if want me on your archive, please ask first
Chapter 9
“Mr Potter, please stay after class.”
“Yes, Prof McGonagall.”
“Harry, come with me. We need to discuss your holiday arrangements.”
Once they were in her office, Harry asked, “What’s wrong, Aunt Minnie? Is Mandy sick?”
“No, but I will have to Apparate you home that day, as she sent a message that social services wants to come by at three that afternoon.”
“Are they suspicious of my schooling, or is this a general check-up?”
“It seems they saw your grades and agreed that a school for the gifted was a wonderful idea, and since there are notations in the muggle will Lily wrote saying there was a trust for your schooling, they see nothing strange. This is just a general check-in. Also, I’ve been asked to attend the meeting as a family member and an administrator at your school.”
“Bye, guys. I’ll send your presents in a couple of days,” Harry called to Percy and Cedric as they left for the train.
He had already told them about the meeting, so they were not surprised when he dragged his trunk over to where McGonagall stood at the gate.
“Alright, Harry, keep a sharp hold on your trunk and grab my elbow.”
Later that day, as the three sat down to afternoon tea, the doorbell rang. After the social worker had settled in for her own cup of tea, she started the inquisition.
“Ms McGonagall, how would you describe Harry’s adjustment to his school?”
“He is doing very well; his end-of-term exams were exceptional. Though he is actually a bit younger than our usual attendees, he is adjusting well, making friends among his year mates and those a year above. He has had no disciplinary troubles that merited beyond a scolding and a small demerit on his record.”
“And what do you teach again?”
“Physics. I also taught James Potter, Harry’s late father. Harry has inherited his facility with its applications.”
“And Ms Hunibeor, he communicates with you regularly?”
“Yes, I received a letter approximately every other Friday. There were times he went a bit longer, but those were at times, he informed me later, when he had multiple tests or projects in a week.”
“Excuse me, I am here, Madame. Would you prefer I leave, or would you like to question me?” Harry asked as nicely as possible.
“I have a few more questions for these ladies, then I would like to ask you some questions. If you’d like to go play for a while, come back in 20 minutes. Then we’ll have a private talk.”
Pointing out the stupidity of telling him to go play, he said, “OK, I guess I’ll do the reading for Prof Binns’ History essay. He wanted 8 pages for the Tuesday after we return, so I’d best get cracking.”
Needless to say, Minnie and Mandy had a difficult time not laughing.
When Harry came back down 25 minutes later, Aunt Minnie had just left to visit her other nieces and nephews, and Mandy was in the kitchen banging pots and pans together in preparation for supper.
“Ah, good timing, young man. Now for some more questions.”
“OK, go ahead.”
Picking up her notepad, she asked, “Does Miss Hunibeor feed you enough? Do you have a nice room? Is she kind to you?”
“As you can tell, she’s a great cook, she made all the tea treats, and she took me in when my aunt and uncle decided I was disobedient, which you’ve seen is not true. She was my music teacher before she was my guardian, and whenever Aunt Petunia decided I merited a night sleeping outside for not finishing my numerous chores to her satisfaction, I had a key to come over here. But you knew that, it should be in the statement you received on why I was placed here. As for my room here, I haven’t really had a chance to use it, I lived here for 3 weeks at the end of the summer, only one of which officially, and I just got back from school earlier today. I got to pick out the colors and some of the furniture before I left, if that’s what you mean.”
Nodding as she finished her notes, she added, “And do you like your school, or would you prefer to be somewhere away from you adoptive family?”
“I like it. Besides, Aunt Minnie and Prof Snape knew my parents well, and they tell me stories about them. They each gave me a picture, Aunt Minnie of Dad, and Prof Snape one of Mum. In terms of academics, I can’t complain, few schools would take someone of my age, they either want you from the start, or at the end of primary. It should be on my primary record that Mr Browning, the school psychologist, recommended a month into my first year that I transfer to Wyatt Institute. Aunt Petunia refused, despite an offer of boarding and a scholarship, because they refused the same to Dudley, so here I am.”
Satisfied, Ms Ryan left them to their supper to write up her positive report.