Title: The School of Valcoria

Intro: A few lucky students from the five chosen wizarding school will have a chance to participate in a transfer project to attend a new and rich school for a half a year. Will this short change affect how enemies see each other or will their rivalry grow? With the help of old friends and new, Harry will soon find out what his feelings are capable of doing.

Warning: A teeny tiny bit OOC in future chapters. Slash, of course. Draco/Harry pairings, other pairings yet to be revealed. Language. Rated T for now, higher rating in future chapters. Some things might not be accurate because I tend to make stuff up. Some characters that are a year older than the Golden Trio is the same age as them in my story.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Harry Potter series.

Authors Note (AN)Yes! –raises arm in the air- I finally got pushed into making a HP fan-fiction! I hope you readers would enjoy this story as much as I'm starting to right now. I carefully planned out what I'm going to write so hopefully I don't start straying off from the plot like usual, haha. Also please read and review, I really want to know what you readers think of this story. Thanks bunches!

Chapter 1: The News and the Limp Wand

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It was not an unknown fact that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy loathed each other. No wait, let me rephrase that, absolutely hated one another. You would either have to be a total moron or a blind man not to notice.

Draco's narration as to why he loved to make Harry's life a living hell was a mystery to everyone. When asked by a brave Slytherin student, he would simply smirk and say "Because I bloody feel like it." Then, would give the questioner a death glare that would have them scampering away, afraid of what the Slytherin prince might do to them next. Although Draco Malfoy was one bloke that had all the female students glorifying his handsomely good looks and his high intelligence, his eyes spoke otherwise.

One look into those cold silver ashen orbs and you could almost feel the hate and villainy radiating off of them. One would have to be doltish enough to stand in the way of Draconis Lucius Malfoy.

Of course this doesn't include Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Harry was one of the few brave souls that would actually stand up to the Slytherin prince. He didn't mind the scratches and bruises that came after each confrontation either. Seeing the ferret turn into a bright shade of garnet and putting on the most ridiculous face he calls a threat would make Harry burst out in laughter which annoyed Draco to the extent. Harry would be beat to a pulp by Draco's cronies soon after. Draco of course would be stomping off to the Slytherin common with Pansy latched on to his arm, fumes literally steaming out of his ears.

This whole locomotion was a very common occurrence in the Hogwarts grounds. Harry always wondered how Draco became head boy since they got into fights more than Ron and Hermione getting into poppycock arguments.

Unfortunately, today was not one of Harry's good days.

"I'm going to literally kill that pompous bastard!" Harry yelled through gritting teeth.

Ron Weasley ran after his best friend who was quickly making his way to the Great Hall. It was just about dinner time, first day of their seventh year. "Harry! Hey Harry wait up!"

The red head was out of breath upon reaching his fuming friend. He gently grabbed hold of Harry's shoulder, "C'mon mate, just forget about it." He huffed, "We all know Malfoy is a jerk, but really Harry, do you seriously want to get beat up again?"

"Ron, look what he did to my wand!" Harry stopped dead in his track and started waving a rather limp looking wand in front of Ron's face.

Ron had to use all his strength not to start laughing like there was no tomorrow. He just stared at the wilted thing and didn't say a word, just trying to concentrate on keeping a straight face. To Ron, it looked like a string of thick brown spaghetti.

"I can't even cast a bloody spell out of it without having it shoot at random directions. I've tried to undo it but I can't Ron. I highly doubt you can fix the problem." He stated crossing his arms.

"Why don't you ask Hermione, she's a genius?"

"I already asked her. She can't do anything about it either." He said in a frustrated tone.

"How about McGonagall, did you ask her yet?"

"No Ron I didn't… and I don't plan to until I have a word with Malfoy to take care of this little problem he caused." Harry turned around and continued to make his way to the Great Hall. Not caring if his red-head friend was following him or not.

"Harry! W-wait for me!" Ron yelled running after his friend.

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The Great Hall was already filled with elated returnees and antsy first years by the time Harry and Ron arrived. The Hall looked magnificent as always, basically to impress the first years but it always still made Harry moved although it was his seventh year. This was Harry's second home, it always made him feel safe and blessed.

"Oi, Harry! Over here!" Both boys heard the voice of one of their friends upon arriving. "Saved you chaps a seat."

Ron and Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table, "Hey Dean, nice seeing you again." Said Ron.

"Likewise Ron." He smiled.

"Ahem, and aren't you two going to greet me?" said a more familiar voice. Both boys turned around and met eyes with their not so frizzy haired best friend. She had her arms cross and was tapping her foot.

"Woah, what happened to you?" Harry said gawking. Ron didn't say a word but kept staring in awe.

"What do you mean what happened to me?"

"N-nothing, you look amazing!" Harry smiled giving her a hug. And amazing she was, it seemed like over the summer the girl underwent some kind of miraculous transformation. She seemed fit and a bit curvy on all the right places. Her hair wasn't that same frizzy mess that the boys were used to but instead replaced by straight, still thick, tamed hair. Hermione even started wearing makeup. It wasn't caked or horrid like Pansy's but light and simple, good enough to enhance her already appealing features.

Hermione blushed a little and a miniscule smile began to form on her face. "What's wrong with you Ronald?" she asked when she noticed Ron's awkward face.

"H-Hermione, is t-that really you?" he said softly. "Bloody hell…"

"Ron, do speak up, I can't hear a word you're saying."

"Uh, f-forget it…" he said clearing his throat."Nice seeing you again."

She rolled her eyes, "It's amazing what a hair straighter can do to your hair." She said as a matter of fact. "When my family went to Italy last month, my mum decided to bring me to a hair salon. Knowing her, she probably got tired of looking at my frizzy hair."

"What the hell is a hair straightener?" Ron looked puzzled.

"Muggle device."

"Oh, I see. Well, you look rather... nice today."

"C'mon boys, have a seat, dinner is about to start soon." She blushed at Ron's comment. "Oh and Harry, I noticed you finally grew a couple of inches. You're taller than Ronald now."

"Thanks Hermione. It's always good to beat Ron height-wise."

"No way, I'm still taller!" pouted Ron. Ron was still childish even though he was nearly close to eighteen.

Harry was just about to take a seat when he remembered his poor wand. "Wait, I can't sit down yet. I have some business to take care of first."

"Harry, please don't tell me it has to do something with Malfoy again?"

"Hate to break it to you Hermione, but it does." Ron told her.

"Harry! I can't believe you. Haven't you learned your lesson from sixth year? I mean really." Hermione glared at Harry.

"I have to do this. I'm not going to cower off like the rest of the students and bow down and kiss the ferret's feet. I won't stoop that low." Harry's face began to redden just thinking of Draco, in a not so good way.

Without glancing at the boy, she turned around, seated herself down, and began to take sips of her pumpkin juice. "Suit yourself Harry." She knew, even if she tried to, that she won't be able to change Harry's mind.

"C'mon Ron." Harry stomped off.

Ron looked from Hermione to Harry then from Harry to Hermione. "Uh, o-okay mate." Oh how Ron wanted to stay and sit with Hermione right now. But he knew backing up his friend, just in case Draco's two goons decide to cast a nasty spell at Harry, was more important.

"Do you really think this is a good idea mate? I mean look, Crabe and Goyle seem to look more burly last time we saw them." He said nervously.

"If you don't want to come with me then don't Ron."

"There he is mate. Look at that, Draco's hair seems to be getting blonder every year."

Harry looked at his friend, "I don't think I have time to notice his hair."

As Harry approached, laughter could be heard throughout the table. This table did always seem too loud and obnoxious to Harry's standard, always causing a ruckus. The first year Slytherin girls, and some boys, were staring at Draco in awe like he was some sort of god to be served. They were obviously awestruck by his dashing looks. The blonde has his ways of making sure the new Slytherins knew where they stand and that they knew who the top dog was.

Although Harry didn't have time to notice the blonde because of his anger, it seemed like Hermione wasn't the only who has changed over the summer. For one, he grew a couple of inches and Draco wasn't as lanky as last year anymore, instead he was tall, lean, and cut. He seemed more irresistible than ever according to the girls. His hair was longer now and wasn't so slicked back as the years before. His skin was flawless as usual but Draco seemed to have tanned up. He was still very light skinned but now had a hint of the lightest of tan.

Draco soon noticed the duo walking up to him. "My my, look who we have here. St. Potter and his little pet Weasley." He smirked.

"I'm not his pet you ferret. I'm getting tired of your lame insults."

"A little redder Weasley and your hair and that hideous face of yours will start blending together." Draco said coolly.

"Malfoy, fix this right now! I mean it." Harry held up the useless wand. It was silent for a second or two before the whole table began to burst out in laughter.

Pansy Parkinson suddenly latched herself to Draco's arm possessively. "Don't order my Draconis around you halfblooded prat." She spat out. Harry was always disgusted by Pansy. She was more on the loose knickers side he thought.

"Shut it Pansy, I wasn't talking to you was I? I suggest you shut your pug face up and continue to kiss Malfoy's arse."

Pansy's face was in total shock as chuckles could be heard from a few people from their own table. Harry wasn't sure but he thought he saw Malfoy trying to keep in a laugh behind the emotionless mask he puts on.

Draco stood up, moved aside some blonde strands that ghosted over his eyes. "Enough Potter, I suggest you leave the table and go back to your uncouth posse you call friends. Or would you rather have ten points taken away from Gryffindor?"

"Abusing powers already eh Malfoy?" Harry took a step forward glaring at the blonde.

"Trying to look mighty? Trying to prove to your posse that you're able to stand up to me? So typical of you, Boy Who Had Lived, to be a braggart in front of your peers?" He sneered.

Harry had the tingling urge to punch the living daylights out of the blonde, making his nose bleed for all eternity and wiping the stupid sneer off of his face. Harry unconsciously fists his hands which Draco was quick to see.

"I'd like you to try Potter." He hissed. Crabe and Goyle abruptly stood up to protect their little baron.

Harry smirked, "I see you have your cronies doing your dirty jobs for you again. You were always on the pansy side weren't you Malfoy?"

"Enough!" Came a booming voice from the head table. "Everyone take your seats! Dinner is about to be served and I want you seventh years to set a good example for our new students." Dumbledore eyed Draco and Harry.

Ron grabbed Harry's arm and began to drag him back to the Gryffindor table as much to Harry's dislike. "Let's go Harry; Dumbledore is making that creepy face again."

Harry took one last glance at the snake prince behind round glasses before getting dragged away.

Smirking and without taking his eyes off the Saint, "Ten points from Gryffindor." He said coolly, making sure the duo heard, and sat back down getting praises from his fellow Slytherins. Harry could have jumped him right there and then but he could feel the headmaster's eye on him. He didn't want to be in trouble on his first week.

Once everyone in Draco's table settled down and continued their gossips and trash talks, the blonde secretly eyed his enemy in silence. His smoky gray orbs turn a darker shade of gray. Whether it was because of anger or curiosity, no one would know. Even Draco didn't know. Bastard… Draco thought.

Both boys plopped down on their reserved seats with Harry still fuming. The whole table seems to be staring at him. "That bastard took ten points from us already." He finally said.

"That good for nothing snake!" a raven haired French boy from second year yelled.

"I told you not to go to him Harry." Hermione lectured her friend.

Neville rolled his eyes and turned to Hermione, "Yeah but it still didn't give him the rights to take points from us for no apparent reason."

"I suppose you're right. But still, Harry, you should learn to keep your temper and your pride down. By the end of the year we might be in the negatives."

"Well, you're head girl do something about it." Harry told her.

"When I see them doing something they aren't suppose to then I'll deduct points from them as soon as possible." She said while running her fingers through her now straight hair.

"That won't do, why don't you deduct points for no reason like he did?" Asked Ron.

"Ronald, you know I can't do that. As head girl, I have to apply to the rules."

Ron gave her a look and said under his breath, "If you weren't so beautiful right now then I'd be yelling at you."

"I beg your pardon?" asked Hermione.

"What? I didn't say anything. Why do you always assume I said something?" He said trying to avoid the witch's gaze. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Harry, Ron was acting nastier towards her more than usual and she didn't like it at all.

"Sorry, Hermione. It's just… the school year just began and here comes Malfoy trying to ruin this year for me again. I'm quite fed up with it. This is our last year and I want it to be fun for all of us."

Hermione gently gave her friend, who now had his head on the table, an atoning smile. She patted him on the back, "Don't worry Harry. Ronald and I will make sure this year would be a blast for all of us."

"Yeah don't worry mate, screw the Malfoy heir."

A first year, who looked rather shy whenever he looked at Harry spoke up, "Speaking of Draco, I heard from my father, who heard from a member of the ministry, that Draco is set up to be married with Pansy Parkinson right after he graduates this year."

Ron and half of the Lion table started laughing, "I wondered how the bloke's face must have looked like when he was informed of the wonderful news." This news seemed to have brightened up Harry's mood a tad bit.

"Probably obeyed and put on a forced smile like a good little daddy's boy, much to his dislike." Harry snickered. Almost everyone knew that the Slytherin prince despised the wench. Harry almost felt sorry for the spoiled brat, but that feeling only lasted for a second.

"Everyone settle down and let the feast begin!" Dumbledore announced. With that said, delicious food began to appear in front of the hungry students face. Whole turkeys were being carved by levitating knives and being served to the students while empty glasses were being refilled with pumpkin juice. Mashed potatoes were being passed around along with butter and rolls.

"Mind pashin the gravy 'arry." Ron asked with mouth full of dark turkey meat.

"That's disgusting Ronald, it's impolite to talk with your mouth full, you do realize that?" Hermione told her friend while politely nibbling on her turkey breast.

"Aww, c'mofit 'moine. I'm starvin' and I don't care if I'm spattin' food outta my mouth." Ron grinned at her with his mouth full and food particles hanging off of his teeth.

"Ugh, boys…"

Harry shook his head and couldn't help but smile. He really did miss his friends and seeing his two best friends argue over something stupid made him feel right at home, as weird as that may sound.

"What are you smiling about mate?" Ron looked at his best friend, finally swallowing his food, "here, eat up. You're looking mighty thin these days." The red head pointed a large turkey leg in front of Harry expecting him to eat it.

"Me… thin? Seems like your thinner than me Ron."

Ron flexed his arms. "No way mate, I've been trying to bulk up this whole summer with Charlie. He visited this summer with Fleur." Ron deeply sighed and stared into space grinning like a fool. "She's still one beautiful lady Harry I got to tell you, Charlie caught a good one."

Suddenly, a buttered roll came flying towards Ron, hitting him on the face. Harry almost spit out his juice trying to contain his laughter.

"What the hell was that for Hermione?!"

Hermione glared at Ron, "Eat up Ronald, we wouldn't want Fleur to be disappointed now would we?" she said in a scary tone.

"Ugh, girls…"

Smiling to himself, Harry decided to ignore both of his best friend's pointless argument and began to eat his food. Taking a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, he began to observe the other students around him. Harry felt old. I mean, seeing the young looking first years made one feel old. He and the rest of his close friends were to be graduating this year, everyone would be doing their own thing and that in a way scared Harry. Would he be alone? What would he be doing after Hogwarts? Questions like these seem to be popping up in Harry's mind recently.

He was about to take another mouthful of mashed potatoes when he suddenly felt the hair's behind his neck erect. Was it the cool night's air nipping at his skin? Or was it something else? Harry usually felt this weird feeling come over him when someone or something was watching him. Harry's heart began to beat a little faster. His mind was thinking Voldemort, Death Eaters, Dementor's, and everything else that was called evil.

"What's wrong mate? Seems like you've seen a ghost… Uh, no offence Nick." He said to the Gryffindor ghost, who just nodded at him. It was a surprise his head didn't fall off this time.

"I don't know Ron, I feel like I'm being watched or something."

"Of course you're being watched Harry! You're the Boy Who Lived for Merlin's sake. Most of the student's here are fascinated by you and your story. You should be used to it now mate."

"I suppose you're right."

Harry continued to enliven his hunger and started to observe the professors that were eating on the head table. He saw Dumbledore buoyantly talking to professor Flitwick, probably talking about the latest gossip on the ministry. Snape was in the corner eating silently next to Madam Pomfrey. Harry still didn't trust the bloke, after what he did to the Headmaster last year. He had hexed Dumbledore and claimed it was only for the protection of his godson. His godson, the Malfoy heir, had the duty of killing Dumbledore but cowered the last minute. Draco was severely punished after by his father for shaming the Dark Lord, well, that's what he had heard from a few Ravenclaws on the Hogwarts Express earlier today. The confrontation a few minutes ago was the first time Harry saw Draco after that incident. Harry never understood why Dumbledore forgave the two for their attempts, the two people he, Harry James Potter, detested the most during his stay here in Hogwarts.

Harry's and many other student's thoughts were soon disrupted by clanking coming from the head table. He looked up and saw Dumbledore standing and hitting his fork on his wine glass.

"Attention students, new and old. I have a very important announcement that I acquired this summer on my trip to Romania. If I could please have your full attention, it'll be easier for me to explain my findings." He sat back down and like he said, Dumbledore had everyone's attention.

He cleared his throat. "As you may have heard over the summer, if not then I will be informing you of this news, that a new wizarding school, Valcoria, that was built nearly seven years ago is having a celebration of some sort due to their having their first graduates this year. The location of this new school is in Poland in the city of Krakow, on a secluded plot near the great Salubus Lake perched on the highest hill."

The Great Hall was now filled with whispering students about what Dumbledore was getting on with. Curiosity was filling every child's mind in the room.

The wise one continued. "You all may be wondering about the celebration that I just mentioned. Just to inform you, it's more like an invitation more than a celebration. Nevertheless, I think this invitation that I was informed of would be a very good experience for all of us."

The curiosity that is currently in the student's head had now grown two times bigger.

"What do you think the Headmaster is going on about?" asked Neville.

"I have no idea mate, but this is getting rather interesting." Ron replied.

"Everyone please, settle down and let me continue. I've had a meeting with Valcoria's headmaster, Sorian Dramugso, along with seven other chosen headmasters from different wizarding schools from around the world that Dramugso secretly selected. Hogwarts, along with the other chosen schools, are to have sixteen students attend Valcoria for approximately six months as part of the celebration. It's to acknowledge the fact that Valcoria will be part of the twenty-five wizarding schools when they have their first ever seventh years graduate this school year."

"Bloody Merlin! That is the most amazing thing I have ever heard!" beamed Ron. He wasn't the only one getting excited over this, but the whole room seemed to be in an excited mood. Even Harry Potter.

"I've heard the school is filthy rich! Can you believe that, the lucky sixteen will be stepping foot on one of the most affluent schools ever?" Neville was literally shaking in his undergarments.

"I bet there's a ton of hot polish boy's in there. Mmm, what I'll do to have a chance to get my hands on one of those." Giggled Ginny, while looking at Harry from the side of her eye making sure he had heard her.

Ron gave his sister a disgusted look, "I don't need to hear my sister getting off by thinking of blokes from Poland."

Dean laughed and said, "I bet they have hot polish ladies there too Ron, don't worry."

Hermione gave a small sound of a 'humph' and turned her back towards Ron. "Blimey, I never thought of that." Ron said thinking. Harry wanted to smack Ron with his choice of words to say in front of Hermione again.

"Therefore," The headmaster continued, "I have decided along with the other professors of Hogwarts to have four students of each house go and make Hogwarts proud." He smiled warmly at his students. "House prefects, please stand and come up to the head table."

Each table started cheering as their prefects made their way towards Dumbledore. Pansy and Blaise were the first once to get up from Slytherin table. Soon followed by Zach and Hannah from the Hufflepuff table, then Padma and Eddie from Ravenclaw table.

"Blimey! I almost forgot that I was prefect this year. Bloody hell…" said Ron wide eyed.

"Then get up there, smart man." Harry pushed his friend towards Dumbledore. Lavender followed Ron up to the headmaster.

Harry wanted to know what they were talking about but of course that didn't happen. Instead, he decided to read Ron's reaction to whatever Dumbledore was telling them. By the looks of Ron's face it seemed like it was good news so far. The red head was smiling from ear to ear, so were the rest of the prefects. Then all of a sudden they were all in deep thought, conversing with their fellow house prefect. They were soon interrupted by Dumbledore and each and every one of them talked to him one by one. When it was supposedly Ron's turn, Pansy and Blaise had a sour look to them as he talked. Ron didn't notice because he was too busy jumping up and down like a fool. Dumbledore then gave them a hand signal meaning that they were dismissed and the prefects went back to their table with eager students wanting to know what happened.

"Ron, tell us what happened!" Harry asked, eager like the rest.

"Oh Harry, you won't believe this! Lavender and I, along with the rest of the prefects, were automatically chosen. I think I'm going to have a heart attack Harry, catch me if I fall." Ron joked clutching his chest. "This is like a dream come true!"

"That's great Ron! You're one lucky bloke!" But just as his happiness for Ron appeared, it soon disappeared. "Wait… then I won't be able to see you for half the semester…"

"That's not all we talked about Harry, listen…" as soon as Ron tried to explain himself to Harry, Dumbledore stood once again and made another announcement.

"With that little meeting that I had with the prefects, I along with the faculty have decided on the sixteen students." Everyone in the room became silent. Like the expression, so silent that you can literally hear a pin drop. "Starting with Gryffindor, Ronald Bilius Weasley, Lavender Anna Brown, Hermione Jean Granger, and Harry James Potter, congratulations!" Hermione and Lavender along with the rest of the Gryffindor ladies literally shrieked in happiness. Although the guys were pretty bummed, they were still proud to have their Harry Potter to be one of the four to represent Hogwarts' Gryffindor.

"Congratulations Harry! Make us proud chap!"

"Harry, make sure Ron doesn't get too wild while you guys are there." Joked Dean.

Harry couldn't help but grin. He forgot about his poor little wand and more focused on the fact that he will be Malfoy free for a few months. Things began to lighten up.

"Harry isn't this great?! The Golden Trio together at Valcoria!" Ron hugged Harry.

"For the Hufflepuffs, Zacharias Lodi Smith, Hannah Marie Abbott, Susan Amelia Bones, Justin Ferguson Finch, congratulations! In the Ravenclaw table, Padma Pathar Patil, Darius Stilt, Shermie Atavir and Luna Delu Lovegood, congratulations to the four of you."

Pervati began cheering her sister's name. "I can almost feel her excitement!"

"At last but not least, the Slytherin table." Harry hoped that one certain person's name woudn't be called. That was a one percent chance and that was a chance he was willing to take. "Pansy Petunia Parkinson, Blaise Slav Zabini, Malcom Fluar Baddock, and Draconis Lucius Malfoy, congratulations to you as well!" Harry banged his head on the table and had it just resting there. He guessed the ninety-nine percent won.

"I can't believe this…" he moaned in frustration.

"Well, duh, of course Draco is going to get picked Harry." Dean reminded him.

"Yeah, plus, I was about to tell you that Dumbledore made us pick who we think would be best to represent our house. Of course Lavender and I would pick you because you are the boy wonder and Hermione because she's the smartest girl in school." Ron didn't want to add the fact that she is now the prettiest girl in his eyes.

"Congratulations to the sixteen lucky students who will be departing the school grounds this Friday to attend one of the most talked about school. I know you lot will make Hogwarts proud. Now, enough of my jibber jabber and let us continue our feast." The old man announced before taking a seat.

And so, the feast began with the extraordinary news as the main topic of conversations throughout the Great Hall.

(AN): Okay so there is chapter one. What do you all think? It's kind of a bit of a rush in the end I thing. I wanted to upload this a.s.a.p is the reason. Anyways, sorry for the grammar and misspelling, I don't have a betta.

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