Hall Of Heroes

Chapter 1

*This is dedicated to imindenialler for her amazing title for the story, for giving me ideas and just overall for inspiring me to write fanfictions. I love you Sarah, thank you.

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- Francesca (flowercrownliam)

Harry walked across the playground, his feet making clip-clip noises with each step. He held a luggage bag in one hand and had a backpack hanging off the other shoulder. It was the first day of the first term at The School For Specially Gifted in London. Not many people knew about this school. Located on the outskirts of London, it wasn't seen by a lot of people, hidden within a forest. For those it was known by, all they thought was that it was a private, boarding school for especially gifted and talented students. Little did they know, the students were gifted in far different ways they could imagine.

Harry's special gift was rare, not many students had applied with this gift. Harry had the special gift of telepathy. He could read people's minds, and at a push manipulate what they were thinking. But Harry was only slightly in control of his power, and had been accepted into this school to help develop his power. The School For Specially Gifted was established to help the "specially gifted" and guide them along with their powers.

"Watch out!" Harry ducked just in time as a ball flew over his head. He turned around to see a group of lads laughing with one lad at the front, obviously the ring leader. He had messy brown hair, a bright smile and a quirky, bright style. He screamed trouble, but Harry sensed cuteness... Harry hadn't quite admitted to himself yet that he was gay, but the thought had been in the back of his mind for a couple of years now. 

The boy who had kicked the football was too far away for Harry to read this thoughts, he hadn't quite mastered long distance mind reading yet. He looked down to the ball next to him, and kicked it back in the boy's direction. It didn't quite go the right way, but another lad ran off for it and brought it back. Harry watched as the boy put the ball on the floor, held his hand over it and made it float 3 feet over the ground. The group of lads applauded, bessoted by his "coolness". Harry just shook his head and carried on walking into the school building. 

Several students passed by Harry as he walked down the long, large main corridor. The school was set up in an old manor house, left to rot to ruin after the last owners passed away. It served well, forming several dorm rooms, many classrooms and a great hall for lunches, dinners and any school gatherings.

A sign-in desk was located at the end of the hallway and Harry approached it.

"Name?" a senior student asked, wearing the school uniform.

"Harry."

"Full name." said the student, a rather adgitated tone to his voice.

"Oh sorry, Harry Edward Styles." The student looked down a clipboard of names, ticked a box and looked up. 

"Power?" the student asked. This threw Harry.

"Why?" Harry questioned. The student sighed.

"The school needs to make sure we've got everyone on the school roll with the correct power. So I'll ask again, what's your power?" Harry shuffled his feet slightly. He became a little shy when it came to telling people his power. Friends would start to drift away from him and stop talking to him, afraid that he'd read their thoughts and use it against them. Not that he ever would.

"Telepathy." Harry eventually told him. The senior student raised his eyebrows, before continuing to write.

"You're in dorm room 3. You're lucky, you're only sharing it with four other boys, the rest of the rooms have at least ten. Go settle in, put on your uniform, and then come back down to the great hall for 9.30."