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Harry hated finding himself in a new world where he had a different brand of magic—fairy Magic. He was going to go to Fairy School, a school called Alfea. He'd been brought here from Hogwarts, where he'd been about to fight a war. He'd appeared in the school's hospital wing. The nurse had unbound his magic, which he hadn't known was bound. When she did this, the glamours that he hadn't realized he was wearing dropped as well. He was covered head to toe in scars. Every inch of him. He'd declared that he would heal himself and had bought new clothes.
He was soon wearing the new outfit. His short black hair was always messy, and his bangs hung down to cover the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, which he could no longer see due to all the other scars. He had the greenest eyes anyone had ever seen. He wore black knee-high boots, black short shorts, and two black belts around his waist. He had a pouch on his waist. He wore a black sleeveless top that exposed his midriff and was skin tight, over that he wore a skin-tight black three quarter-sleeved shirt with a high collar that also showed his stomach, over that he wore a zipped-up black jacket that had a collar that wrapped around his neck and buttoned it also left his stomach bare, over that was another black jacket that he wore zipped the collar went up high enough to cover his mouth and nose. It also had a hood. It had a black cloth attached to it that actually went over his mouth and nose, and he wore it like that most of the time. He wore black aviator goggles around his neck. He had black fingerless gloves on his hands and a black collar around his neck. He had a silver earring in his right ear.
He looked at himself in the mirror; it wasn't what he had ordered.
He'd been told that his life was now a reality TV show and had met the other stars. He knew people back home were watching.
"This isn't what I ordered." Harry complained to the camera. "Honestly, do I seem like the kind of person who would wear something like this? I don't mind the top half of the outfit. But the bottom half? What the heck? These shorts are too short, and dude, these boots. Who wears boots like this?"
The six girls with whom he was living laughed. They shared three rooms in the apartment, and he had his own.
"You look great." Stella told him as she sat at the kitchen island, brushing her long blond hair.
"Hey!" He snapped at her, as he pointed at her. "No brushing your hair this close to the kitchen! Move it, girl, or I won't cook for you!"
"Oh, okay, sorry." Stella said and moved to the couch. "So you can cook?"
"I did all the cooking back home, " Harry said, taking off his gloves and washing his hands. I know how to cook Earth food only from my home country, but get me recipes, and I can figure out how to cook almost anything. You'll like it."
"I'm from Earth, too!" the red-haired girl informed. "Gardina, that's in America. I'm Bloom, by the way."
"Oh, I'm Stella." the blond stated. "Crown Princess of Solaria."
"I'm Flora from Linphea." the girl with light-brown hair spoke as she watered a plant by the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony.
"Musa from Melody," the girl with black/blue hair said as she lay on one of the couches with headphones on. She was leafing through a magazine.
"Tecna from Zenith," the magenta-haired girl informed. She was looking at the screen that Harry had been seeing since he got here. They all saw them in front of them.
"I'm Layla from Andros." the final girl informed. She was lifting small workout weights for her hands.
"I'm at a place where I hate my name and what it means right now." Harry informed as he cooked. "So you can call me Luche, and I'm from Surrey. That's in England on Earth."
U.K.'s Magical Population
Everyone was shocked to hear that their precious hero didn't want to go by his own name and had made one up.
Those who thought that they knew Harry best were shocked to hear and see that he could cook.
"Harry's so lucky." Ron whined as everyone who'd been at Hogwarts for the battle sat in the Great Hall watching Harry. Without Harry, they'd lost quickly and were now prisoners of Voldemort, who was sitting on a throne at the head of the hall. "He gets to live with six insanely hot girls."
Hermione glared at him. She thought they were in love, and now he was drooling over Harry's roommates. Men. She noticed Ginny was seething, probably for the same reason that Ron was drooling.
She was interested to know more about this fairy magic, though.
"Harry looks so cool!" someone said. It was one of the younger students. They'd all been brought back after the school was captured. "But what's with those scars?"
Smeltings
Dudley refused to let his roommates turn the channel.
"I can't believe Potter has a television show." Peires groused as he stared at the telly. "And look at those girls. Lucky."
Dudley had to agree that the girls were hot, but he was more interested in what his cousin was doing. He wanted to know more about his cousin and his life. He was worried that his cousin was off in another dimension.
Harry sat on the kitchen side of the island and cooked. The girls were on the other side of the island, stuffing their faces with his food and praising him.
"Please become my personal royal chef!" Stella cried.
"You're too kind." Harry told them as he sipped his health shake that Layla had made. He'd glared at her until she'd gotten out of his kitchen, and she was now glancing at him nervously.
"We're going to get fat eating Harry's cooking." Bloom cried, and yet helped herself to seconds.
"We'll work it off in classes." Stella informed. "I was here last year. I almost lasted a full year before accidentally blowing up the Potions Lab and getting expelled. I heard they overhauled the whole curriculum, though, and now we're learning even more. Eat as much as you want, girls and Luche, we'll need the energy."
Harry had to force himself to eat more than his normal amount. If Stella had already gone through this once and said that they needed their energy, he believed her.
The Head of Discipline, Miss. Griselda came to see why they weren't at breakfast.
"Ah, I see." She nodded when she saw them. "Not many choose to actually use the kitchen we provide. It is, of course, allowed. I was just curious as to why you weren't at breakfast. Now, I will be installing a Map Feature onto your screens. It's a school map that will fill in the more you explore the school. I will teach you how to track your classes as well. Please continue your meal, but do pay attention."
Harry loved the Map Feature at once. He and the girls took off the moment they saw where their first class was though. The girls were still eating as they ran he just drank his shake. He liked it.
They arrived just in time for class and roll call. The other students and the teacher watched them arrive. They were seconds ahead of the bell. Stella quickly explained that they were almost late because they'd lost track of time eating the breakfast that Harry had made for them, but they would do better from now on. Harry and the other girls just stood there and let Stella talk.
Their first class was a gym class. They did stretches to warm up, and then began running around a huge track. Harry out ran all of them without even trying though Layla was almost fast enough to keep up if she pushed herself. She seemed a little stunned by this. They kept in front of everyone the entire run.
"I'm really good at running." Harry shrugged to his new friends. "I enjoyed that. I used to run in the mornings at my old school if I could get past one of professors and get outside I mean. He often caught me."
The teacher nodded and made a note on his screen.