Hey all! Welcome to Junior Level Champion: Hogwarts Years. I know a lot of you were asking for a continuation of JLC, so this is my compromise. I don't have the time to devote to rewriting the whole Harry Potter series, since I'm in the middle of several other projects currently that need more attention than this does. But I do like the concept. So I'll be doing a one-shot for each of Harry's years at Hogwarts to set the tone, and you can use your imagination to fill in the rest.

To begin, here's Year 1, which picks up almost exactly where JLC leaves off.

Enjoy!

JLC: Year 1

It took nearly the first two months of term before it was established throughout the school that yes, Harry Evans, figure skater, and Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, were, in fact, one and the same person. The purebloods couldn't believe it, the half-bloods were a bit skeptical, and the muggleborns were thrilled.

Of course, once Harry's identity was established, it wasn't long before those who had never seen him in competition were all but demanding to see him skate. Harry was glad it wasn't winter yet, because he had enough to be getting on with, between all his new classes, Quidditch practice, the debacle with the troll and the three-headed dog, and keeping up with his training. With some help from his new friend, Hermione, Harry managed to keep on top of his schoolwork and try to find the spells Remus had mentioned that would allow him to create ice with magic. His friend Ron made sure he didn't work too hard.

By mid-October, just weeks before the first competition of the season, Harry finally mastered the glacius spell, which created ice on a solid surface until dispelled with a finite incantatum. With the help of the resident pranksters, Fred and George, Harry found an empty classroom big enough to be a practice rink. At his request, they, and Ron and Hermione, kept this a secret from those fans and skeptics alike who wanted to see him in action.

At the end of October, just a few days before Halloween, Harry got permission from his head of house, Professor McGonagall, to leave Hogwarts for a weekend in the beginning of November to participate in his first competition of the season. Of course, Remus's letter to said professor insisting she allow him to go, and that he would provide supervision, helped greatly. Harry was excited to see his honorary uncle again, though they'd kept in touch through weekly, and sometimes daily, letters.

The morning of Harry's competition—a Sunday—Harry met Remus in Professor McGonagall's office. With a rare smile and a word of encouragement, McGonagall saw them off to the Leaky Cauldron. From there they would walk the few blocks to the arena—the same one Harry's competition had been in the previous year, when he'd met Remus for the first time.

Harry was a huge bundle of nerves, because his life was so different and yet so much the same. He hadn't had as much time to prepare, but the again, he had magic on his side. Remembering all the practice sessions on the magically-iced floor of an empty classroom made Harry smile. For all the muggleborns who were rooting for him, for everyone else who doubted his ability, Harry steeled his resolve. Remus helped him style his hair and adjust his costume, and accompanied Harry to the edge of the rink as a coach or concerned parent might. While Remus was neither, his presence gave Harry the last push of confidence needed to skate out onto the ice when his name was called.

Harry's routine started out simple—a few double jumps and one double-single combination, a slowly building step sequence as the music grew in intensity. Then, at the climax, Harry's first triple axel, followed by a double Lutz and a double salchow in combination, and another double-single loop combination. Another short, high-energy step sequence and then, ending with a bang, a last triple axel and Harry spun to a stop, panting. The deafening cheers suddenly filled his ears, and Harry realized he had, once again, skated a perfect program.

Across the rink, he spotted Remus. His face was practically glowing with pride, and Harry grinned widely and waved before leaving the ice to hear his scores.

First place! He won! Of course, it was only the regional qualifiers, and his artistic score on the long program wasn't what he'd hoped for. But Harry had won! That gave him three gold medals!

When Harry stepped off the podium after the winners were announced, he found himself immediately swept into a hug that almost crushed his ribs. When he was released, his eyes widened to see Lynnette and her mum standing beside Remus.

"You did it, kid!" Lynnete exclaimed. "I know you said you'd compete despite going off to boarding school, but I didn't believe it until tonight. You not only competed—you won! Is your boarding school giving you secret training techniques or something?"

Harry grinned. "Something like that."

"Great job, Harry," Remus said with a grin, and Lynnette's mum nodded her agreement.

For a while the group chatted while Harry caught up with his friend and Remus got to know the people who'd been looking out for Harry while he couldn't. Finally, though, the late hour made itself known as Harry stifled a yawn.

"It was good to see you again, but I have to get back to school now. I have classes in the morning," he added with a scowl.

"Good to see you, too. We'll be at the next competition to cheer you on!"

Harry waved his thanks, then he and Remus departed. By the time they left the rink, Harry was drooping with exhaustion. So, chuckling, Remus grabbed his arm firmly, warned him about an unpleasant sensation to come, and then—they disappeared. Harry felt like he was being sucked through a straw, squished in from all sides. But as soon as it began, it was over. He stumbled, off-balance.

"How was your first experience apparating?" Remus asked.

"Ugh," Harry groaned, sore and tired and now slightly nauseous as well. Then he looked around and realized they had arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

"I sent ahead telling Professor McGonagall to expect you. Good luck, cub. Keep up with your training and your studies, and I'll see you in January for the next round of competitions."

"Thanks, Remus," Harry said, tiredly but sincerely. Remus hugged him, then sent Harry ahead through the Floo.

Harry barely remembered getting from his head of house's office to his dorm room, but he made it somehow. And by lunchtime the next day, somehow everyone knew he'd gone to compete, and somehow, some way, a second-year Hufflepuff had gotten a hold of a magical photograph of one of his triple jumps and insisted Harry sign it. Harry agreed, but he insisted on having a copy, and that the boy not spread it around (he liked being recognized for his talent, but that didn't mean he wanted everyone staring at him—more than they already did, anyway). And by the end of the day, Harry Evans and Harry Potter were firmly entrenched as one and the same throughout the student body.

Now all Harry had to do was stay away from the three-headed dog on the third-floor corridor…