Before they could attempt to leave again, Minerva and Xiomera had some objections. Harry had emerged from behind a rock. "You make these- these children sound dangerous," Minerva protested. Mr. Harte shrugged. "They are- or will be, against their own enemies, when they graduate proper. But they are regular people, normal children. We encourage them to be, even once they've moved onto university. They can play, they can learn. They're allowed to break the rules every so often. But they are all held to the same standard of excellence, even out of school. And we never let them forget one crucial fact- they, and everyone around them, are human. They just happen to know more," "Does the government know?" Xiomera inquired. Mr. Harte shrugged, again. "No. To them, we are as clear and shiny as our sterling silver namesake. But you must understand the brevity of the information I am imparting you with, as Potter and Dursely's only link to the magical world, and I suggest not sharing this with anyone else. Sterling, for all its links to the mundane world, has secrets of its own that even I am not privy to. Our graduated students are not bound by Sterling rules and often not bound by law either, so one misstep of the tongue may lead to being on the wrong side of a stray Crow,"
And there again, was that sinister smile, a maniacal light to his eyes.
Sirius looked at his grandson with a new light, stoutly ignoring Mr. Harte. He didn't seem affected by the events happening around him, eyes darting around his surroundings. Taking in information, Sirius thought. He was now seeing the similarities between his grandson and Harry's mentor, both in the insane glint they were sporting and in their near-matching clothing. Harry was still wearing his school's uniform, while Mr. Harte was wearing a dark gray button-up shirt with a black satin vest over it. His freshly-pressed black pants were paired with a surprisingly plain belt, the only difference being that he too, had a belt buckle with the Institute's crest hammered into it. He was wearing the same jacket as Harry was as well. Probably was a student here, Sirius mused. The R patch was replaced with what he presumed had to be the crest of the House of Crows- a stylized silver C against a dark blue background. So he started as a Crow, then. His eyes drifted back to Harry, who was talking with his cousin again. How did a Crow become a Raven?
And what would become of Harry, growing up in a school like this?
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An institute of knowledge
FanfictionWhen Harry and Dudley are ten, Vernon makes the discovery that Smeltings is full, no longer accepting students. On the same day, both boys receive a letter- not to Hogwarts, but to Sterlings Institute for Young Children. It's a prestigious place- th...
