[X][TUTORING] Decline: You're eleven, for goodness' sake! It can wait until you're twelve, at least.
I know this won't win, but we're 11, and we just really learned about this whole world and our place in it. At least getting SOME stability in understanding how magic works on its own is a good start, without also throwing politics and etiquette into the queue of things we must absorb every bit of information about as fast as possible.
I fear spreading our studies too thinly, and if this nobility doesn't have a better choice for Harry's Regent than the King themselves that's on the system not on us, we're 11.
I think what it means is that that plan, along with any other plot point or character interpretation based on HPatMOR, has been left in the bin along with all the terrible parts of the actual HP canon, so whatever the situation is with King Riddle and his as-of-yet-unclear (and possibly nonexistent) connection to Voldemort is 100% not that.
But that's just me trying to pick up from context.
I am not going to willingly take anything from Methods. Not character interpretations, not plot beats, not the whole shilling of "rationality" which is shorthand for "unbearably smug and condescending always all the time but also constantly correct about things and always Just So Super Smart You Guys".
If something from there pops up here, my bad, don't tell me, the less I know about that dumpsterfire the better.
[X][TUTORING] Accept: You're a goverment agent now. You need to know how to do your job so you don't end up like those politicians that Uncle Vernon's friends always complain about.
Noblesse oblige. With the rights of a prince come the responsibilities of a prince.
The thing is, there really isn't a single BBG we can be sure of. So far things are good for Harry, but since we don't know where the blows are going to come from when they inevitably do, I'm constantly suspicious of all the characters. My cards are currently on Tom, if only to overthrow the monarchy in the wizarding world.
The thing is, there really isn't a single BBG we can be sure of. So far things are good for Harry, but since we don't know where the blows are going to come from when they inevitably do, I'm constantly suspicious of all the characters. My cards are currently on Tom, if only to overthrow the monarchy in the wizarding world.
I mean we're a prince, more importantly we're a prince of a near extinct bloodline whose death will leave a power vacuum and free a lot of vassals from their responsibilities.
Hell even if you disregard the murder angle there's the Honeypot, the "charming uncle/aunt/friend", the "sure fire business loan", the "You're my boss so you have to fight in this war to protect me even though I started it", or my personal favorite "You're indisposed so now you need someone to run your fiefdom while you slowly slide into death do to a chronic, but not too severe, illness."
We won't want for enemies, especially since our parents apparently beat a genuine Dark Lord instead of like, shitty wizard hitler.
Those guys tend to have contingency plans that are more than "cheat death and then wing it."
I am not going to willingly take anything from Methods. Not character interpretations, not plot beats, not the whole shilling of "rationality" which is shorthand for "unbearably smug and condescending always all the time but also constantly correct about things and always Just So Super Smart You Guys".
If something from there pops up here, my bad, don't tell me, the less I know about that dumpsterfire the better.
Hpmor had a lot of problems, especially in the beginning, but you're making it a disservice.
The Harry there was plenty wrong quite often too, though usually in DIFFERENT ways from the other wizards. indeed his IC conclusion at the end was basically "looking back I made a lot of mistakes, and while being able to recognize them and give them names "as in the various fallacies" is good, I need to become good enough to recognize them BEFORE making them.
(And also "I only succeeded because dumbledore set me up for it by blindly following a few hundreds prophecies")
And yes, he starts as a bit of a shitty person, arrogant and all.
...that's kind of the point. He begins thinking he's always right, he ends up understanding he also makes a lot of mistakes.
His main advantage over the wizards is mostly that he doesn't share their biases. His disadvantage is that he actually has other ones.
[X][TUTORING] Accept: You're a goverment agent now. You need to know how to do your job so you don't end up like those politicians that Uncle Vernon's friends always complain about.
[X][TUTORING] Accept: You're a goverment agent now. You need to know how to do your job so you don't end up like those politicians that Uncle Vernon's friends always complain about.
[X][TUTORING] Accept: You're a goverment agent now. You need to know how to do your job so you don't end up like those politicians that Uncle Vernon's friends always complain about.
I dont trust Tom at all, but this chance is too useful to pass up unfortunately
The thing is we're being colored by Canon Tom who was, if anything, a product of his birth. Now I'm not sure if it was another one of Rowling's Dragon Break level retcons (like the nursing snake tiddies or the "wizards just shit and vanish the poop instead of going to the bathroom" thing((and yes if I have to remember that so do you)) or just an aside in a book but from what I can recall Tom was a sociopath because he was conceived due to a love potion.
He might actually be just a normal if magically exceptional dude here if his mom wasn't so ugly and inbred she had to drug a dude into marriage.
Fairly certain that's actually fanon. Tom came out the way he did not only because of some inborn mental issues but also growing up in a loveless, shitty orphanage.
Apparently Rowling has stated somewhere that if he did develop an a caring, loving environment, while he still wouldn't have been that great of a guy, he wouldn't have become anywhere near the same type of monster that is Canon Voldemort
I know I'm not the quest author, and I apologize if I'm stepping on anyone's toes here, but I really don't think the author's opinion on a particular fanfic matters that much in the grand scheme of the quest. You're allowed to like it, they're allowed to hate it, and that's fine. I don't think their feelings about it should have any impact on the quest, especially when their point is, in my mind, much more about not wanting to use anything from the fic rather than actively using this story to tear down the fic.
EDIT: Updated with correct pronouns. My apologies!
I know I'm not the quest author, and I apologize if I'm stepping on anyone's toes here, but I really don't think the author's opinion on a particular fanfic matters that much in the grand scheme of the quest. You're allowed to like it, they're allowed to hate it, and that's fine. I don't think their feelings about it should have any impact on the quest, especially when their point is, in my mind, much more about not wanting to use anything from the fic rather than actively using this story to tear down the fic.
EDIT: Updated with correct pronouns. My apologies!
Scheduled vote count started by Dr Heaven M.D. on Jul 29, 2023 at 3:31 PM, finished with 41 posts and 22 votes.
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[X][TUTORING] Accept: You're a goverment agent now. You need to know how to do your job so you don't end up like those politicians that Uncle Vernon's friends always complain about.
I noticed it too, but I think that has more to do with the fact that there was really no place in the conversation or narration to mention it without it feeling awkwardly placed. Plus, I'm not even sure Harry knows what House he's in at the moment; after the Sorting, he was so zoned out that he was basically going on autopilot until Dumbledore stated talking to him.
Im honestly kinda sad we wont get to play a version of flying motorcycle hockey, we can all agree the rules are dumb but the core experience is fun lol
Author's Note: *rolls up to my own funeral with a Baja Blast*
Hey, what's crackin'.
[X][TUTORING] Accept: You're a goverment agent now. You need to know how to do your job so you don't end up like those politicians that Uncle Vernon's friends always complain about.
"Yes," Harry said, nodding. "If I have these responsabilities and only seven years to learn, then the sooner the better."
"Well said," King Riddle said, smiling, while the Headmaster and Britannia nodded in approval. "Well, with that taken care of, you look... exhausted. I'll walk you to your dorm, since you missed directions because of me."
"And because there's paperwork waiting for you at home?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow.}
"I deny everything," King Riddle shrugged, gesturing towards Britannia.
The embodiment of Harry's nation tossed the King his book, then waved goodbye at the boy before vanishing in a splash of sea spray.
"We'll get out of your hair, Albus."
"Thank you," the Headmaster said. "And, young Prince?"
"Yeah?"
"Welcome to Hogwarts. I look forward to seeing you grow into an upstanding member of Unspoken Society."
"Thank you," said Harry, bowing his head a bit before King Riddle ushered him out the door.
A few steps outside, Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized was stuck in his throat. There were some seriously weird vibes between the King and the Headmaster, and the fact that they spoke like equals when one was in charge of a country and the other was in charge of a school was... weird, even for an eleven-year-old's understanding of society.
Harry looked at his... boss? Harry had a government position, so the King was his boss, right?
In any case, out of the corner of his eye he saw how inky black lines in geometric patterns appeared along his arms, starting from the fingertips and going all the way up to his neck, with two runes behind each ear as the highest tattoos.
The King noticed him looking, and smiled.
"My fashion sense doesn't really lean into all the decorations other magicians use," he explained, turning a hand back and forth between them and showing the pentagram in his palm and the thick black lines on his forehand, along with all the runes in each knuckle. "This is an alternate way, but it wasn't as popular before I became King. It's still pretty unpopular as the sole method of channeling, and I hide it around Albus because if I don't we get stuck arguing about it, but it's catching on these days."
"Channeling?"
"Mm. While your implement -- you use a dragon heart ring, right? I'm more partial to my thunderbird feather staff -- will be what handles the spells, most magicians need help either gathering power or controlling what they already have."
As he explained, the black lines on his arm started glowing with golden light, giving a beautiful shimmer.
"As a Prince, you have partial ownership over a quarter of our country, and as you assume more duties you will see your power input increasing," he continued. "I'd reccommend you start looking into jewelry. Or tattoos, if your guardians won't mind."
"They absolutely will," Harry asserted. "But... they'd also hate if I looked like British Mr. T."
"... you can just wear a necklace to ease them into it at first," King Riddle assured him, cutting off the glow of his tattoos and patting Harry on the back. "In any case... Gryffindor, huh?"
Harry looked down, realizing his robes indeed were decorated with red and gold. "Oh, um, yeah. I was so shocked after sorting I barely realized where I ended up."
"That happens," King Riddle chuckled. "It's my old house. Conjuration is a good art, it'll take you far if you explore its mysteries."
"Mm," said Harry, feeling to exhausted to really make more intelligent conversation.
Sensing this, King Riddle was kind enough to stay silent until they reached a majestic door made with red wood, decorated with golden dragon heads around the frame.
"Take care, young Prince," King Riddle said, patting his shoulder again. "I'll come pick you up this Sunday for your first lesson. We'll take it easy, since you'll be just starting school."
"Um... yeah," Harry said, nodding. "I can't thank you enough for offering this."
"No problem," Riddle said. "Your fortune is our nation's fortune, and vice versa. You will learn that soon."
With that said, the King turned around and walked away.
Harry watched him turn the corner, then knocked on the door, which flew open as one of Ron's infinite siblings welcomed him in and gave him a tour, but by then the entire day was crashing down on Harry.
Saying goodbye to his family, riding the Hogwart express, negotiating, running a D&D game, meeting people, getting sorted, meeting the Headmaster, meeting the King and Britannia, accepting tutoring...
Harry had no idea how he ended up in a large bed with silk sheets, but he barely had the presence of mind to take off his robes, shoes and glasses before falling asleep face-down on his immensely fully pillows and immediately passing out.
His last thought was the hope that Ron had a fun time in Ravenclaw.
[][DREAM] He Dreamt of Flowers: In his dream, Harry walked through an enormous field of white flowers, which turned red behind him as he passed. The further he walked, the more it spread behind him, and he knew this even as he refused to look back. The sky was grey and cloudless, and in the distance... a dark tower.
[][DREAM] He Dreamt of Rivers: Running water under his feet, pant sleeves rolled up, Harry walked down a shallow river, taking small polished stones out of the current and holding them in his shirt, accompanied by friends.
[][DREAM] He Dreamt of Winter: Frost everywhere, as far as his eyes could see. Snow fell in heavy flakes from the sky, tinted orange by the streetlight over his head. A sleigh could be heard in the distance, but all Harry can focus on is the dog sitting in front of him, caged and whipped, but wagging its tail at seeing him.
[][DREAM] He Dreamt of Skies: In his dream, the world was upside down, and people fell towards a bottomless blue expanse. One hand gripped onto a railing, while the other reached towards people who fell near and far. Some took his hand, others failed... but all eventually fell. All except Harry.
[][DREAM] He Dreamt of... Clowns?: Ah hell. It's that damn nightmare with the clowns chasing after him again.
[X][DREAM] He Dreamt of Rivers: Running water under his feet, pant sleeves rolled up, Harry walked down a shallow river, taking small polished stones out of the current and holding them in his shirt, accompanied by friends.
Mostly because I don't want to deal with the Dark Fucking Tower, Aslan's a nice bloke for an allegory of Jesus but that carries responsibilities we probably don't need to deal with, the sky dream is probably insinuating some upcoming calamity and is frankly depressing, and the fucking clowns are clowns.
We just got here, lets have some childhood fun with friends before the YA hero bullshit lands?
I mean it's obviously going to land but the poor bastards usually get a chapter in first.
[X][DREAM] He Dreamt of Winter: Frost everywhere, as far as his eyes could see. Snow fell in heavy flakes from the sky, tinted orange by the streetlight over his head. A sleigh could be heard in the distance, but all Harry can focus on is the dog sitting in front of him, caged and whipped, but wagging its tail at seeing him.
