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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling, Fate/stay_night_&_Related_Fandoms
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Katie_Bell, Hermione_Granger, Daphne_Greengrass, Su_Li, Ron
      Weasley, Albus_Dumbledore
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      Published: 2013-01-16 Updated: 2013-01-17 Chapters: 10/20 Words: 35509
****** 2 Pronged Attack ******
by a_anon_writer
Summary
     A mature Harry joins Hogwarts with one goal: to take control of the
     magic world while punishing those currently in control. Features
     intense violence, gore, swearing and adult situations. A very dark
     Harry with no regard for human life. Hogwarts starts at age 16 for 4
     years. Smart!Dark!Political!Ruthless!Harry. Contains Elements from
     Fate/Stay
***** Prologue *****
AN:
Hey all, this is my first ever story so please be gentle yet firm :P
Just some changes from the original story line..
Hogwarts starts at age 16 and you stay on for 4 years.
Be warned, there is going to be a LOT of swearing, violence, blood and gore in
this story… cheers
The world of Harry Potter and the original storyline are not mine; they belong
to J.K. Rowling.  
My earliest memory was of a ‘green light and a scream’. For five years I had no
clue as to what this meant but I replayed it in my dreams every night. This
was, of course, before I met HIM.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning. My name is Harrison James Potter,
heir to the lines of Potter, Gryffindor and le Fay and student of the anti-
mage. But until 11 years ago, until the fateful night I met HIM I was called
‘Freak’.
Until 11 years ago, I had believed that my parents had died in a car crash.
Until 11 years ago, I slept in a cupboard. Until 11 years ago, I was treated
like a slave with no name other than ‘Freak’. Who do you ask would treat a boy,
not even five years old, like this? Why none other than my own flesh and blood.
None other than my deceased mother’s sister and her husband.
Even at such a tender young age I wasn’t normal. I learnt later on that this
was due to an intense amount of magic going through my body on the night of the
‘green light and the scream’.
What this meant for me was that I healed extremely quickly, was extremely smart
for my age and had denser muscles and bones. This of course meant that I knew
that what was happening to me at home was by no means a normal situation. And
due to myself living with people who absolutely abhorred the abnormal, well,
let me just say that I learned the value of secrecy from a very young age.
I wore baggy clothes to hide my physical developments, not that hard seeing as
the only clothes I had were my whale of a cousins hand me downs. I also learnt
to blend in the background to avoid drawing attention to myself and therefore
avoiding any confrontations where my healing or intelligence might be noticed.
This was my life until 11 years ago. Then, on the night of my 5th birthday, HE
came and it all changed.
You know all those stories where a child is enslaved by abusive relatives and
someone comes to free them? There are usually a set amount of ways it happens.
In some stories the boy is noticed by others and the authorities are called,
who, upon noticing the boy’s living conditions are outraged and take the boy
away to live with more loving people while throwing the abusers in jail.
In some stories a lost relative is found who comes and whisks the boy off to a
great adventure filled with wonder and happiness to make up for the years he
spent oppressed. In all such stories the boy is saved.
I was saved too. But this is NOT like those stories.
HE came in the dead of night, slit the throats of my relatives and took me
away. All without waking a single soul.
And so the story of the ‘Freak’ ended and in a new bed, in a new house, I woke
up to start the story of Harrison James Potter, heir to the lines of Potter,
Gryffindor and le Fay and student of the anti-mage.
***** An explanation of the wizarding world *****
AN:
This is a very explanation filled chapter. I felt the need to put this in here
as it provides the background to the wizarding world and how it differs from
canon.
 
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Feeling the comfort of a real bed and the warmth of sunlight on my face as I
woke up were not feelings I was accustomed to. I had a mini panic attack as I
realised that I had woken up in a place different from where I had gone to
sleep in. Quickly bringing myself under control I kept my breathing steady and
my eyes closed, hoping to gain some sort of indication as to where I was.
“I know you’re awake mate. Although I do commend you on your actions when
waking up in an unfamiliar place. Not many people four times your age would
think to do so.”
The voice was gravely and didn’t seem to be hostile. Either way, the ruse was
up and I slowly opened my eyes, blinking to get them accustomed to the
sunlight. Turning to the voice I found myself staring at eyes I had often seen
in the mirror. A pair of brilliant green eyes that shined like twin chips of
emerald set below some short red hair. The man looked to be around 40 with deep
lines under his eyes indicating stress.
“Hello Harrison, my name is Reginald and I’m your Uncle”
Harrison, that must have been my real name. Finally I had some sort of non-
demeaning way to identify myself. Then I remembered the second half of his
sentence. Uncle! How could this be? Why hadn’t Petunia told me about having a
brother? Going by the eyes he had to be related to my mother yet I had heard no
mention of him at all. My confusion must have showed on my face since Reginald
responded with a smile.
“I wouldn’t expect you to know me since I doubt that Petunia ever mentioned me.
After all in her eyes I was a ‘Freak’. Someone that didn’t fit in her ‘normal’
version of the world and was thus an abomination.”
“Where is she? How did you find me? Where have –“
He cut off my verbal waterfall of questions with a raised hand.
“I know you have a lot of questions mate, and I will answer them as I can, but
not now. NOW, it is time for breakfast. The questions can wait till we have had
something to fill our stomachs. You will find some clothes in the dresser.
Follow me when you are dressed up Harrison.”
With that he rose and quietly left the room leaving me contemplating. I looked
up at the clock. 9 o’clock! I overslept by 3 hours! It must have been the
unfamiliar comfort of a bed that threw off my body clock.  Quickly rising from
the bed I made my way to the dresser and found a set of soft cotton clothes
which I put on before leaving the room.
“In here!” I heard Reginald shout from what I assumed to be the kitchen or
dining room. As I walked in the smell of pancakes hit me causing my stomach to
rumble slightly. Though judging by the smirk that appeared on Reginald’s face,
it must have been loud enough to be heard.
Slightly blushing I took a seat in one of the chairs and was immediately served
a plate full of pancakes.
“Eat. Once you are finished, I will explain to you a little about myself and
why and how I took you from dear old Petunia. Then you may ask me any
questions.”
Slightly nodding I started to eat the food.  Reginald in the meantime just
stared out the window with a thoughtful expression on his face. As soon as I
was finished he turned to me and asked me to follow him to the study where he
would explain himself.
Nodding I got up with the plate and was about to take it to the sink to wash
when he stopped me with a hand.
“Watch this. A good example will go a long way to help my explanation.”
With that he snapped his fingers and the plate disappeared from my hands and
reappeared on the countertop fully cleaned!
Immediately I began to analyse what had just happened. Did he destroy the plate
in my hands and recreate a new one on the countertop? Or did he teleport the
plate from my hand to the dishwasher and put a new one on the countertop to
give the appearance of the same one but cleaned? Or did he – My thoughts were
interrupted by him speaking again.
“It is good to see that rather than spending time with your mouth open you have
already accepted that there are some things beyond what you know about physics
and started to theorise as to what could have happened had the normal
limitations of the world not applied. As to what happened, I teleported the
plate from your hands to the counter and teleported all that was on the plate
but wasn’t a part of it into the bin, therefore only the clean plate is left on
the counter. As to HOW I did it, well, for that you must follow me to the
study.”
With that he turned and left the room. As I followed him I contemplated his
words and thought that he was right. After that example I was very much more
open to accepting what he might say.
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“My name is Reginald Arthur Evans, born in 1946 to Arthur and Allison Evans.
Before I tell you more about myself I feel I need to explain what I did earlier
and how it all ties in to this tail.
I’m sure you know of the witch trials held in the 1600s and how they prosecuted
women and falsely accused them of being witches and burnt them on the stake?
Well they weren’t too far off the mark. The people they accused of being
witches may or may not have been witches but the fact is that witches, and
wizards, did and do exist.
With the dawn of the 18th century, wizards and witches worldwide decided that,
for a peaceful existence, they would separate themselves from the non-magical
folk who they called muggles. And so they separated themselves and went into
hiding, taking with them all the magical aspects of the world, be they creature
or plant. Since then they haven’t had much, if any, contact with the non-
magical world. Only coming out of hiding when a magical child is born to non-
magical parents.”
“So being magical is not hereditary then?” I asked, trying to wrap my head
around such farfetched ideas yet ultimately accepting them due to the example
in the dining room.
“Its hereditary like a person’s height is. Tall parents usually have tall
children, but every now and then, a short couple can have a tall child.
Similarly magical folks usually have magical children. Those born outside the
magical world are called muggle-borns. Of course the opposite is also true, a
non-magical child born to magical parents is called a squib. They usually have
enough latent magical power in them to see and operate magical devices. Of
course if they don’t possess this magical power they are killed at birth.
Yes the wizarding world is indeed quite barbaric. You see, when they initially
separated from the non-magical people it catapulted a few of the families,
those that had vast amount of lands,  to the top of the food chain as land was
quite scarce for the magical folk. These families were some of the first to see
the technological advances that were being made in the non-magical world and
knew that if the rest of the magic community saw this they wouldn’t remain in
power for long. So with this in mind these families did everything in power to
dissuade people from interacting with the outside world. They kill all babies
who have no place in the magical world as they will have to go to the non-
magical world and they couldn’t take the risk of the parents contacting said
children. In addition to this, once muggle-borns are found they are kidnapped
by magical means and a replica is left with the non-magical parents which dies
in a few days.”
“Wait, then what about me? I doubt that Petunia-“
“Yes well your case is a bit different. My mother, your grandmother, was a
squib from the le Fay line. As a le Fay they have immense political power and
when your mum married the heir of the Potter line, well, a lot of doors were
opened for them. When you were 3 months old, a wizarding terrorist by the name
of Tom Riddle targeted your family.”
“The green light and the scream!” I exclaimed
“Whats that?”
I looked at him and explained, “Every night I have the same nightmare, a green
light followed by a woman’s scream.”
At this he looked a bit saddened, “Yes, the green light you are referring to is
the killing curse, it is a curse that bypasses all shield charms and works by
stopping your bio electricity, therefore killing you. The scream in question..
the scream is most probably your mother Lily.”
I wanted to feel a deep sadness, I wanted to cry. But I couldn’t. All those
years with the dursleys had made me pretty emotionless. I could fake emotions
pretty effectively but I did not want to cheapen my parents sacrifice by doing
so. Reginald probably sensed this so he carried on with his tale.
“Your mother was brilliant. She was a rune mistress of the highest calibre. She
was working on a way to stop the killing curse. The fact that you are still
here with us means that she succeeded. I went through her notes before getting
you and found that she had discovered a way to convert the energy from the
killing curse into pure magical energy. So instead of you dying you ended up
getting a huge magical injection. This, as you probably know, ended up having
some interesting side-effects.”
“You said that this Tom Riddle targeted my parents. What reason did he have to
target them?”
“That brings me to another aspect of the wizarding world. As you know I said
that land was a scarce resource. Due to this the families in power resort to..
culling the population so to speak. Every few decades a new ‘Dark Wizard’ is
born to kill off part of the population to keep it to a manageable size.
Strangely enough, the people killed off are those who are opposed to the
families in power or those who have some contact in the non-magical world. Your
parents fell into both categories.
I was part of a resistance group that learned the truth regarding the wizarding
world. 3 months ago however one of our newer recruits turned out to be a spy
and ended up bringing the wrath of the head families down on us. Only a handful
of us survived and went into hiding.”
I was reeling from all this information, “Why haven’t you gone to the non-
magical governments with this? Surely they can do something about this”
“True, I could have gone to them with this but I couldn’t take the risk that
they would just declare the magical world unsafe and bomb them all. You have to
understand Harrison, only a few families are behind this. The rest of the
magical community are just sheep, they follow whatever those at the top are
saying. Compulsion charms in the newspaper give a whole new meaning to the term
propaganda. To those at the top, this is all an entertaining game. But to the
rest of the community, this is their life. Tom Riddle, or Voldemort as he
called himself, was a real terrorist. The people who died were family and
friends. To them, he was real Harrison.
“Why tell me this Reginald? All this information, they must be secrets people
can be killed over so why tell me this?
“Its simple Harrison. I didn’t come out of the blast unscathed. My magic has
been corrupted and in a few years I will pass away. You are my only remaining
family and I didn’t want you to go into that world uneducated about what is
really happening. But more than that, the killing curse that hit you when you
were 3 months old made you into something more powerful than a normal wizard.
It is due to this that I believe that you can change the wizarding world.”
 
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Hey all, please remember to read and review.
Cheers!
***** A prelude to training *****
AN: Just as a heads up, I’m going to be changing the POV quite a bit just to
see which one I am most comfortable with since this is my first story. So this
is the second and last explanation chapter. Enjoy.
 
Also please note that the story might contain elements from the Fate/Stay
universe which I do not own either L
 
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Normal POV
Harrison looked a bit taken aback at Reginald’s words, “You do realize I am 5
years old right Uncle Reginald?”
“Just Reg please. And don’t worry, I’m not saying lets go and kill some wizards
tomorrow or anything. I don’t intend you to meet any of those wizards till you
attend Hogwarts when you are 16. They expect all magical children to be trained
at home till then and you will also be trained at home, just in a different
manner. For now though here are a couple of books for you to read while I
organize your instructors and lay out your training schedule.”
“Well if you are going to insist on me calling you Reg, you should call me
Harry. Harrison sounds too formal.” With that he grabbed the two books offered
by Reg, ‘Hogwarts: A HIstory’and ‘The weird feeling in my Tummy: A beginners
guide to magic’.
Just as Harry was leaving the room he stopped at the doorway and turned around
with one hand on the frame, “By the way, what happened to the Dursleys?”
“Dead.”
“Oh.” Nothing more needed to be said and with that Harry left the room and was
absorbed in his reading for the rest of the day.
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 Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey, England
With a quiet pop two figures materialised in front of the door of the Dursley’s
house.
With a nod of acknowledgement, the figure with the waist-length beard got out a
wand and tapped the door with it. With a soft click the door swung inwards and
the two figures were assaulted with the overpowering smell of blood.
“After you Albus” The other figure said with a gesture.
Nodding, Albus entered the house with an outstretched wand and muttered a short
“Homenum Revelio”. A sphere of intangible force erupted from his wand and
enveloped the house. To Albus’ eyes his companion was lit up with pink light as
well as 3 other objects, although these objects were not the same shade of
vibrant pink. These were much darker, as if life had left them.
“Three recently dead figures upstairs, shall we have a look my friend?” With
that he took the lead and ascended the stairs and into the main bedroom where
the three figures were lying right next to each other.
“Hmm, slashed throats. So messy. Looks like the smaller whale was dragged here
after he died by the blood trails. He was probably asleep in his room at the
time of death,” remarked Albus’ companion.
“Yes, well it seems that the Potter brat isn’t here. Not good, not good at all.
The blood wards weren’t affected so it must have been a muggle, perhaps a
burglary gone wrong. Now if only we could find out where Potter is. I need to
get back to my office to set up some scrying charms, I trust you can handle the
rest?”
“But of course my dear headmaster, it would be my pleasure,”
“Excellent, I’ll be off then. Take care Lucius.” With that and another pop, the
headmaster, Albus disappeared from Privet Drive.
After a minute another pop was heard from the main bedroom of Number 4 Privet
Drive. 30 seconds after that, half the street went up in an explosion which was
later said to have been caused by a leaky gas pipe.
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Reg’s House the next day
With a quiet inhale Harry woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and at
peace. It was the first night since that fateful day where he didn’t dream
about the ‘green light and the scream’. Deciding to be lazy for once he just
lay in bed remembering yesterday and all the revelations it brought. He found
himself looking forward to the future for once and was determined to make sure
that his newfound relative wouldn’t regret liberating him from the hell hole
under the stairs.
Grunting as he got up, he made his way to the kitchen where Reg was once again
cooking breakfast.
“Eat up, we’ll talk after breakfast,” came the sound from Reg as Harry was once
again served breakfast.
“You know, I can help you make breakfast in the morning,” suggested Harry.
“Heh, not yet kid. You’ll find that my kitchen is very different from the ones
you have been in. The stove runs on magic power, by regulating the power input
I can control how hot the top gets. Anyway eat up and then we can talk about
the books I gave you yesterday, I assume you have read them?”
“Naturally,” and with that the conversation ceased with only the sound of the
utensils breaking the silence.
After breakfast Reg once again performed his ‘cleaning up’ trick and they
adjourned to the study.
“So, tell me what you have learnt from the magic book. I can tell you have some
questions regarding it.” Reg said, resting his head in his hands while giving
Harry all his attention.
“Yes well, in the book it states that inside of us is a ‘well’ of magic that
gets refilled as we use it and the more that we use it, the faster it refills.
This magic can then be used by transferring it through to a ‘magical circuit’
that is present in a wand where it is converted into a spell,” explained Harry.
“And? What do you think about that? Are they right?”
“I don’t believe they are wrong, but I also don’t think they are telling the
whole story. I mean yesterday you used magic without a wand so ..”
“That’s right! You will find that the head families use a lot of different ways
to make sure they stay in power. Using a wand from an early age makes you
dependant on said wand and therefore you are less capable without one. In
‘Hogwarts A History’ it talks about the headmasters it has had and I’m sure it
mentions that Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster, is able to use wandless
magic. How do they deal with this contradiction?”
“Well they don’t write it down anywhere but I think they want us to infer that
he is extra powerful and that is why he can use magic without a wand. Is this
true?”
“It is true that Dumbledore is in fact exceptionally powerful but as for the
wandless magic, anyone with the correct training from an early age is able to
use wandless magic.”
“So the fact that he can use it implies he is from one of the head families and
they use different training than the others?”
“Exactly my young nephew! And as a result, in order to combat their training we
are going to train you not to rely on such crutches as wands and craft you into
the next anti-mage,” he said with a giant anticipatory grin on his face.
“Anti-mage?”
“It’s a nickname that was given to me due to my ability to ..dispose.. of
wizards. I will teach you all the ins and outs and how to take advantage of
wizards and exploit their reliance on magic. Here is a to-do list once I have
all the tests done,” Reg handed harry a list.
Backup magic reservoir
Magic control
Stealth training
Elemental training
Modern weapons training
Rune training
Animagus training
Unarmed combat training
Mind Arts
“There’s more but for now that will be all. Once we find out what bloodgifts
you have we can add that to the list too. Let me tell you now Harry, the next
11 years are not going to be easy on you at all. Now, give me your hand, I need
to get some blood for the tests.”
Extending his arm Harry spoke up “What about learning theory or other
languages. Aren’t they considered important too? And how am I supposed to keep
up with all of this? My muscles will be torn to shreds.”
Taking a small dagger and bowl Reg made a small incision in Harry’s arm
allowing some blood to fill the bowl before replying, “The answer to both your
questions is magic. Using magic we can download the information directly to
your brain and using the mind arts which I will tutor you in every night, you
can absorb the information very quickly. Normally I’d put runes in your head
like this too but you need practice in using them in combat situations. As to
the muscles, I have potions which can heal you right up so your muscles are
ready to go the next day. Which reminds me I should start you on nutrient
potions so you can look your age atleast.”
Taking a moment to heal Harry’s arm, Reg took the bowl to his desk and opened
up his laptop.
“Wait, the books said you can’t use electronics with magic.”
“More bullshit, they really want to separate the muggle stuff out and keep it
away. You can’t use it in Hogwarts since they have special wards to disable it
but there are ways to get around those too. Now, your test results.”
“Well, that’s interesting, you seem to have a couple of blood gifts on you:
Greenthumb and Magical Healing. You might not need those potions to help you
heal after all. Greenthumb is an extremely rare bloodgift and gives you
unparalleled control over plants. You can make a tree grow more in 5 seconds
than it would in a hundred years, providing you can supply the magic of course.
It also allows you to control all forms of wood to an extent. As for magical
healing, if you pour magic into one part of your body then that part heals
extremely rapidly. This is a more common bloodgift but since people can’t
channel magic without a wand they can’t really use it well. Well that’s it for
today I think, I need to go out and arrange a safe house for us. Tomorrow your
REAL training starts.”
 
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And that’s the end of the explanation chapters. I intend to skip over most of
his training tbh, at max I’ll write 1 or 1.5 chapters on it I think.
 
As always please R&R. I really appreciate the feedback.
***** Ages 5-10 A wand and first circuit *****
AN: Finally the explanations between this story and canon are over, this
chapter aims to build up some special powers in Harry.
 
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Harry woke up the next morning and wandered into the kitchen. This was quickly
becoming a well liked habit for him. As usual Reg was at the stove cooking
breakfast and served him as soon as he sat down.
“Same as always, eat up. Then we are going out see the goblins, they should be
able to help out with the start of your training.”
Harry managed a nod while eating, anticipation quickening his movements. Once
finished Reg spoke up again, “I took the liberty of buying you some clothes,
not many, but then again with the nutrient potion you’re taking its best not to
buy too many since you will quickly outgrow them. Anyway, go get ready and
we’ll be off.”
Nodding Harry got up and found some more clothes in his dresser, after quickly
putting on some jeans and a red t-shirt with a yellow lightning bolt he was
back in the dining room waiting for Reg who soon also arrived.
“Ok, we will be using a method of transportation called Folding to get there.
Basically, we fold space in front of us and take a step forward, landing in a
new space which can be miles away instantly. This isn’t a method of travel
known by the ministry and as such once I have taught it to you, be careful not
to use it in from of others. The ministry approved form of travel is known as
Apparition which is closely monitored by the ministry.”
With that he grabbed hold of Harry and stepped. Blinking, Harry realized he was
in a totally different place. Marble lined the floors and walls with heavy
golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
“Welcome Harry to Gringotts, the wizarding front for the goblins.”
“Warrior Reginald, this way please,” whirling around, Harry saw a little green
creature, ‘A goblin’ he realised, hobble away after talking.
“Well, lets go Harry. No point in keeping them waiting, time is money after
all.” And with that Reg led the way with Harry slightly jogging to keep up.
“Here we are, Vault manager Rubyfist will see you now,” the goblin said as he
opened the door.
Following Reg inside Harry couldn’t help but stare at the sheer amount of
wealth that laid in this goblin’s office. Gems decorated the walls and adorned
all the weapons.
“Welcome Reg! I had thought you dead after that attack on the rebellion!” Came
the booming voice from the deceptively little goblin. Like his name implied,
his left hand seemed to be made of ruby yet it acted like a normal hand would.
Magic was truly a wondrous thing.
“May you enemies tremble and your pockets be full Rubyfist. I was lucky that I
wasn’t there at the time, recent intelligence had told me where I would be able
to find Harry here.”
“Ah yes, your nephew. It is nice to see you young man, I can sense an abundance
of magic in you, though you lack control. It is like a raging ocean, all power
no finesse.”
“Ah, give him a break Rubes. He’s just 5 you know.”
“5! I thought he was 3 by the looks of him. Truly you wizards grow smaller by
the day.” Came the teasing reply from the goblin.
“I am right here you know. In most place it is considered rude to talk over
someone in their presence,” said Harry with some heat.
 “Heh, you seem to have some fire in you. And your mind seems to be sharp. Very
well, follow me. I believe its best to finish this as quickly as possible as
I’m sure you have other things to do as well.”
Pressing a button on his desk a part of the wall slid open revealing an empty
room. Getting off his chair Rubyfist walked into the newly revealed chamber
before being followed by Reg and Harry.
As Rubyfist began his preparations the goblin quietly explained what was going
to happen, “In prolonged battle, having more magic than your opponents is
fairly important as you must outlast them. However you cannot always rely on
your magic refilling fast enough so we, the goblin nation, came up with another
alternative. The ruby hand that I have is not just for show, precious gems can
hold a large amount of magical energy in them that can be called upon short
notice. The more dense the gem, the more power it can store. You will of course
not be getting anything as obvious as my hand, we will be replacing your breast
bone with a similarly shaped piece of diamond. Unlike normal gems this will
have some runes carved in it so in addition to you filling it with magic for a
later use, it will also be able to absorb ambient magic in the air. At a place
like Hogwarts, which is filled with ambient magic, this will be very useful.”
“You will be replacing my bone…”
“Don’t worry, its very easy with magic and you won’t feel a thing. It will also
grow with you using magic so you don’t have to worry about your ribcage
collapsing or something like that.” With that Rubyfist pointed a finger at
Harry who suddenly felt a weight on his chest.
“Done.”
“Wai-What? Already?”
“Yes, like I said. Magic. Now if you will excuse me I do have a lot of work to
do.”
Harry looked blankly at Reg who just smirked, “Time is money after all Harry,
lets go home.” And with that they folded back home.
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Timeskip: 5 years, Harry age 10
Reg’s house
The last 5 years had been very fruitful for Harry. He had shot up in height and
looked like a respectable 10 year old albeit a more muscular version as he had
been practicing unarmed combat every day for 5 years.
Through nightly practices he had perfected the art of occlumency and had learnt
several languages as well as a fair bit of magical theory. The occlumency
helped keep his mind organized and also helped him with his magical control. He
had become obsessed with magical control after learning that the dish cleaning
trick needed extreme amounts of control in order to send only what is on the
plate and not part of the plate itself into the bin. Another benefit of
occlumency was that Harry noticed he could now sense magic around him or when
someone was using a spell.
In addition to that he had learned that he had an affinity for wind magic and
was training in being able to harness the power for himself. So far he had been
able to make a small breeze and a small cut on a piece of wood. Reg assured him
that what he was doing is very hard and he should be proud of his progress but
Harry couldn’t help but feel disappointed that the results weren’t more
noticeable.
He had also learned of his animagus animal and was soon going to start training
to do partial transformation. His animal was a Panther onca or what is more
commonly known as a Jaguar. The Jaguar had his emerald green eyes and a deep
black coloring caused by melanism. Reg was ecstatic with his animagus form as
it would give him more compact muscles and higher stealth skills once he
started his animagus training as some of the characteristics of the animals
were transferred over to his base human form.
Today though was a very special day as he would get his first wand as well as
find out how to do wandless magic. So here he was after breakfast in the study
room waiting for Reg to start.
“Now I’m sure you know how magic works from the book. You pull the magical
energy and push it through a magical circuit, such as your wand, which converts
it into a spell. Well, you can also make a temporary magical circuit using
occluency which is how the old families do it for their wandless magic. Now as
you can probably figure out this isn’t very efficient since envisioning a
magical circuit is extremely hard no matter how good you are at occlumency. A
few years ago the rebellion figured out a way to create additional magical
circuits in your body, also because this method involves using muggle
knowledge, you can be fairly certain that the old families won’t know of it.”
“Why wait until now to give me a magical circuit though? Wouldn’t it have been
better if I had started earlier?” Questioned Harry.
“There are two reasons I didn’t do so earlier are that firstly, you are issued
a wand by the ministry when you are 10 years old and it is best to get fitted
for one when you have no magical circuits in your body. Secondly, you were too
malnourished to get it earlier as making a magical circuit can be quite
stressful for your body.”
“So we’re going to get my wand now? How are we going to manage that with the
ministry watching out for me? I doubt I’ll be able to take two steps before I’m
mobbed you know, and you can be sure that Dumbledore will be notified right
away too,” said Harry with a raised eyebrow.
“We are going to go to see an old friend of mine. She can make you a wand as
well as make your first magic circuit.” Replied Reg.
With that Harry quickly got dressed and folded with Reg. They arrived in in a
dusty abandoned apartment. No one had lived here for years by the looks of it
and the walls were covered in cobwebs. A piece of paper was thrust at him.
“Memorise this,” came Reg’s explanation.
“Fidelius huh? Interesting..” Harry quickly memorized what was on the piece of
paper ‘The great magnificent and awesome mystic crafter lives through the
doorway in the living room of 52 Hawthorn street’.As soon as he finished
reading it the doorway at the end of the hall shimmered and was occupied by a
closed door.
“Well there we go, lets give it a knock aye?” With that Reg walked up to the
door and was about to knock when it opened for him. An attractive face with
long black hair and piercing blue eyes with an eyebrow arched stared at Reg.
“Red hair, tall and easy on the eyes. No freckles that I can see so that rules
out a Weasley.. you must be that Reginald my mother talked about.”
“And you must be Isabelle, Renee’s daughter. Where is she by the way? I needed
a wand made for Harry here,” at this Reg moved out of the way and pointed at
Harry allowing Isabelle to get her first look at him.
“Oh my, the-boy-who-lived-to-have-a-hyphenated-title himself! You ARE a fun
person to have around. As for my mother, she passed away 4 years ago. But don’t
worry, I’m as good as her if not better. Leave him here and you can pick him up
tomorrow.”
“Right,” Reg walked to Harry and patted him on the shoulder, “In you go Harry,
I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t worry, if she is anything like her mother she is
trustworthy, the only danger you can expect from her.. well, you aren’t old
enough for that yet… I think..” he said, mumbling the last part.
With that Reg walked away and Isabelle opened the door fully allowing Harry to
get a full view of her. She seemed to be in her early twenties with a moderate
bust concealed in what looked like a white cashmere top. Looking lower her legs
were encased in denim jeans that molded perfectly to her athletic legs.
“Perving already huh? Looks like you are old enough to be in danger from me
after all cutie. Now why don’t you stop checking me out and come in,” with that
she turned and walked inside. Harry stared after her for a while before
following in and closing the door behind him. He entered what appeared to be
the living room and found her lounging in a couch.
“Aren’t you a bit young to be undressing women with your eyes, honey? Or are
you ‘mature’ for your age?” She smirked at him.
“I am very mature for my age if you must know but I have no interest in your
body. I was merely observing you,” Harry scoffed.
“Oh is that so? Well smarty pants, what does your ‘observation’ tell you hmm?”
You could practically hear the quotation marks in her sentence.
“You are in your early twenties and you are well off if the quality of your
clothes is to go by. You wear muggle clothes which shows you are part of the
rebellion. You go for a type of alluring look which shows that you are
comfortable with your body. You like to get a rise out of people and you do so
by flaunting yourself. Going by your legs, you are obviously fairly fit so
again you don’t adhere to traditional wizarding teachings and finally you are
very confident in the mind arts as you have been looking me straight in the
eyes the whole time I’ve been talking without getting distracted or blinking
which is a side effect of good occlumency.” All this was said a clinical tone
as if harry was explaining physics in a lecture.
“Oh my! He definitely taught you well didn’t he? Perhaps a bit too well, I’m
sure that will change once puberty hits anyway. I must admit I was wrong
though, you aren’t prey. You will be an interesting challenge,” she walked up
to Harry an bent down putting her lips right next to his ear, “and I love a
good challenge.” She whispered and flicked her tongue at his ear causing him to
flinch.
“Heh, follow me. We’ll get your wand made first.” With that she walked further
into the house making sure to swing her hips as she did so. Harry followed her
a little bit flustered and avoiding looking at her. They arrived in a room
filled with tiny jars and a computer in the middle.
“Ok, I just need you to drop some blood in here so I can analyse what to make
your wand with,” she said, pointing to a basin by the computer.
Doing as she asked Harry quietly cut his palm and allowed a few drops to hit
the basin before allowing his bloodgift to heal him up.
“Hmm, we’ll let the computer analyse the blood while we make you your first
artificial circuit. Follow me and we’ll get started.” With that she led him
further into the house into a room which was dominated by a large white
machine.
“This here is a modified version of a CT scanner. It allows us to locate points
on your body which can be converted into magical circuits. So, strip and get on
the bed and take this medicine, it will highlight the magic in your system for
the machine. I’ll do the rest.” She smirked at Harry.
“…are you into pedophilia by any chance?” Questioned Harry as he took of his
clothes leaving him in  his undergarments and lay on the bed.
“Hah! You wish, honey. No I’m just going to tease you till you’re old enough,
probably 16, before I make a move on you,” she replied, switching the machine
on.
“OK, here is your body and these dark spots are where you have potential magic
circuits,” Isabelle explained.
“There must be hundreds of them, there is even one in my eye.” Harry exclaimed.
“These are all potential magic circuits. There is no point converting all of
them as the process is extremely taxing and having so many circuits is
distracting in the heat of the battle as you don’t know which circuit to use
magic through. If you are not careful you might end up firing a stunner or
something through one of your artificial circuits instead of your wand at which
point the game is up and you’ll be executed by the head families, boy-who-lived
or not. Its best to make circuits where it is advantageous. For example a
circuit in your eye can give you enhanced sight where as one in your brain can
make you think faster. Either way, the reason you come here the first time is
so that I can show you this picture and you can memorise where all the points
are and I can help you through your first circuit. Now memorise!” She ordered.
After memorizing the diagram, Harry decided he wanted his first magical circuit
to be in his left eye. Enhanced eyesight would be a great boon and perhaps he
would be rid of his glasses and he told Isabelle as such.
“Very well, I can agree you would look much better without those horrible
glasses anyway. Now I want you to imagine a hole where you eye is and slowly
fill that hole with magic. Be warned this is going to hurt a LOT but you can’t
stop till the hole is completely filled up. Understand?”
“Yes. I’m ready” He replied.
“I doubt it but go ahead, don’t worry about screaming. This room is warded.”
Saying that she walked away to give Harry some privacy.
Harry did as she said and the pain hit him immediately. Searing, blinding pain.
It was like someone had taken a needle, heated till it was red hot, stuck it in
his eye and then not satisfied with just that, moved it around to hurt him
more.
After 3 hours Harry was finished ‘filling the hole’ and just lay in bed with
his eyes closed. He tried sitting up but stopped with a scream. The door then
opened allowing Isabelle to saunter back into the room.
“Don’t try getting up and keep your eyes closed. The first time is always the
hardest hun and you look like you could use the rest. Sleep and I will wake you
tomorrow when Reginald is back.” She commanded and Harry had no choice but to
obey.
The next morning rolled in and Harry woke up feeling like he had just run a
thousand miles. He opened his eyes and could see perfectly through both of
them, not just his left eye, even without his glasses.
“Oh, sleeping beauty is awake is he. Come here Reg, hes up.” Came a throaty
feminine voice.
“Still alive  I see, excellent. Isabelle finished your wand too, here you go.”
Reg handed Harry his new wand. As soon as he held it he felt his magic rush
from his core to the wand forming a link.
“The casing is made from a 2000 year old Kauri tree from New Zealand. The cores
are Nundu fang and the tail feathers from a peregrine falcon using your blood
as a fusing agent. A well made wand with no particular affinities for any
branch of magic. Although spells involving poison or wind will work
exceptionally well.” Commented Isabelle.
“Well, our work here is finished. Lets go home and I’ll ease you into some
light training huh,” said Reg.
“I’ll see you when you are a bit older honey. Try to stay single hmm? Though I
won’t let that stop me.” Smirked Isabelle.
“Crazy old lady,” muttred Harry as he allowed himself to fold with Reg.
“OLD! Why yo-“ the sound was cut off as they arrived at Reg’s house.
“Something happened?” asked Reg with a raised eyebrow.
“Nothing of consequence,” muttered Harry, “lets get started shall we?”
“Yes, yes. I guess we’ll start with a small kata and go from there” and with
that they practiced into the day and well into the night.
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AN: Phew, that’s done. Big timeskip next chap which will let me finish off his
training. Hope I didn’t skip too much.
Also PLEASE review. I can’t get better in my writing unless I have some
comments on my writing and where I can improve. So please review, I would
really appreciate it.
***** Affairs in order, the letter arrives *****
AN: Timeskip, Harry age 15
 
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As 15 year old Harry woke up and stretched in bed. Reg had passed away last
year, finally succumbing to the corruption in his magic from the when the
rebels were attacked. Frankly Harry saw it coming a long way so it wasn’t too
much of a shock to him. For years before his death Reg had made Harry use
folding to get himself and Harry around under the guise of training Harry to be
more proficient. But Harry was fairly suspicious and due to a lot of other
clues knew that something was wrong. He remembered confronting Reg about it one
day.
Flashback:
“I haven’t seen you use a single spell that requires above household level
power. Something is wrong with your magic, what is it?” questioned Harry.
“I must really be slipping if my apprentice can know something is wrong even
when I try to actively hide it,” remarked Reg with a wry grin on his face.
“Heh, or maybe you just trained me too damn well. Now are you going to tell me
or am I going to have to use my eye on you?” Smirked Harry.
“I should never have told you how to get around Veritaserum, that eye of yours
is really scary. Oh well, whatever. My magic is corrupted from the time the
rebels were attacked. I thought I could cure it but it seems like the curse was
too powerful.”
“Wait, I thought you were away chasing up info on me when your base was
attacked. How could you have been cursed?” questioned Harry.
“They laid a curse on the area. Any who entered it was cursed and had their
magic slowly eat away at itself. It is probably how Renee died to be honest.
The only way to, hypothetically, cure it would be to drain all the magic away
as it all carries the taint from the curse and then let it refill back up. Of
course, draining all the magic in the first place to kill you so its not a very
‘desirable’ method you could say. But whats done is done. I have trained you
well and I think you have a very good chance at cleansing the magical world of
the old families. Here have this,” he said as he handed Harry a small black
notebook, “that book contains all my notes about the old families. It is by no
means a complete list but it should get you started.”
What a godsend the book was. It contained information on most of the old
families that were out there and the members that made up said family. It would
definitely come in handy once Harry re-entered the wizarding world.
Before he passed away he made sure Harry was well trained in all he would need
to be. Harry had now got a total of 10 magic circuits. Three were along his
spine, increasing reflexes when activated. One in each of his four limbs
allowing them to surpass normal physical limits. He had another in his brain
which greatly enhanced his occlumency and increased the speed at which his
synapses fired. Lastly he had a further circuit in each of his eyes which, in
addition to increasing his sight, also granted him some special abilities. The
one in his left eye allowed him great proficiency with legilimency to the point
where he could lock eyes with someone and cause them to hallucinate. The one in
his right eye granted him the ability to quickly capture any information and
combined with his occlumency, quickly process it within a split second. Harry
could glance at a page and straight away know what was written there. It was
also a great boon in fights as he could see individual muscles twitch and
figure out where the opponent was going to move.
Physically Harry looked very fit. He was 5ft. 11in and had compact muscles like
those found on gymnasts. He had learned early on that it was better to have
whipcord like muscles than to go for bulky and cumbersome muscles that wouldn’t
let him wipe his own ass. The years of unarmed combat had made Harry into a
dangerous opponent, his reflexes were top-notch and the addition of his special
magic circuits gave him a sort of precognition that was useful in fights.
Another great boon came from Harry’s animagus training. He had completed his
full transformation when he was 13 years old and could now transform in less
than a second. The benefits of his transformation were as Reg had described
them. His stealth skills had gone through the roof as he now had an almost
instinctual understanding of where to step and how to move with the shadows. In
addition to that he could use partial transformation in his hand-to-hand skills
where he transformed one or both hands into paws complete with claws. Another
advantage he found was that he could grow whiskers and use them as an extra-
sensory source of information regarding his surroundings. The smallest of air
currents could be picked up by those tactile hairs giving him a further edge
during his stealth runs.
As the apprentice of the anti-mage he was of course trained with many forms of
modern weapons. He was fairly proficient with them but preferred to use them
only if he needed to long range snipe a target. He found the pistols too
cumbersome for close ranged combat which he preferred. His magic control and
elemental manipulation had also increased exponentially due to the circuit in
his brain. His control was fine enough that he could cast colorless spells or
use his spells as a whip. In regards to his wind manipulation, he could create
foot long blades of wind which could cut through anything with ease and he
could also emit microscopic wind ‘ribbons’ from his paw whether in a partial
transformation or full. He couldn’t make those tornadoes he had first
envisioned when he found out his affinity but figured that it might have been a
farfetched goal in the first place.
His last bit of improvement was in the field of runes. He could make most runes
if given time but the real art was making them in the middle of combat. His
wind affinity once again came through by tracing runes into the ground within
seconds, helping him out a lot.
Now here he was, a fully trained anti-mage, or warrior as the goblins called
him, a day away from 16 years of age. Harry decided he would use this time to
find a house to stay at which would provide his backstory for Dumbledore and
settle his accounts. He still remembered the last advice Reg had given him
before he passed away.
Flashback:
“When you enter the wizarding world Harry, you are going to have to act like a
normal 16 year old with no mental or physical conditioning. It would be easiest
to play a shy kid who hasn’t had much interaction as you wouldn’t be asked to
talk much and people would easily overlook your presence in a room. Just
remember, act shy, blush at the right moments, stutter if you have to. You need
to convince these people that you are harmless so that when the time comes,
they don’t associate the killings with you. Also best to keep away from sports,
you don’t want to give yourself away in a high moment of stress which sports
tend to have. Lastly, enjoy yourself a bit. Don’t throw your whole life away
for this, have some fun, get laid etc.”
“Wha-eh-REG!” Harry sputtered.
Harry smirked at the memory. He took a look around the house and saw everything
packed away ready for transit. With a wave of his hand he sealed them away into
a rune on his left wrist and with another look around, he folded away.
Gringotts, Diagon Alley
A slight shimmer in the shadows was all that was noticed as Harry folded into
the shadows along the hallway.
“This way please Warrior Harrison,” came the voice from the goblin that was
waiting for him.
“Do you just wait here in this empty hallway till someone arrives or are you
warned by your wards?” Asked Harry, genuinely curious as this goblin was always
here to greet him whenever he arrived.
“Trade secret. Here we are.” The goblin abruptly stopped and opened the door
motioning Harry to go in.
Entering the door Harry found himself in the familiar office of Rubyfist, his
vault manager.
“So the time has come aye? Finally! How do you want to do this boy?” Asked
Rubyfist, wasting no time.
Familiar with his abrupt nature Harry just calmly replied back, “Yes, I’ve
decided to accept the Potter ring publicly and the le Fey and Gryffindor rings
privately. Can you assure me that the le Fey and Gryffindor heritages will not
be revealed?”
“If they are revealed it will not be by us, Gringotts holds customer privacy
very seriously. The only way they will get that information will be through
you. Are you sure your mind is strong enough?”
“Rest you mind at ease on that Rubyfist. My mind is as secure as any vault at
Gringotts.” Harry replied back.
“A bold claim, lets hope it isn’t a false one. Lets get on with it. Sharktooth!
Get me the rings I arranged for earlier, and be damn quick about it boy!”
Rubyfist shouted out after pressing a button on his desk. “My new apprentice,”
he answered to Harry’s questioning glance.
Within a minute Sharktooth came into the room with a black velvet box which he
set on the desk before leaving once again. Rubyfist opened the box before
turning it around and presenting it to Harry. “Go on boy, grasp your heritage.
The rings themselves don’t have much power but the Potter ring is an emergency
portkey to Potter Manor, the Gryffindor allows you to access the Hogwarts wards
and the le Fey ring allows you to alter your appearance similar to a
metamorphagus. All three rings have the ability to hide themselves via a mental
command and can be used as a form of identification at Gringotts. Pressing a
ring at any wall in Gringotts will send for a goblin who will escort you to
your vaults no questions asked, so be careful you don’t lose them.”
Nodding, Harry took the rings and slipped them on. “Huh, I half expected my
magic to increase or something like that. I assume the Potter manor will now be
plottable?” he querried.
“Not yet, it will be plottable when you come at age tomorrow,” was the quick
reply.
“Thank you for your time Rubyfist, I’ll see you around,” said Harry, willing
the Gryffindor and le Fey rings to become invisible.
“God’s luck to you boy, the wizarding world needs a change like never before. I
hope you can deliver.” Came the reply from Rubyfist. Waving farewell, Harry
found himself in the hallway once again and pressed the invisible Gryffindor
ring to the wall. He felt a brief surge of magic leave the ring and travel down
the hallway at lightning speed and within moments a goblin was in front of him
beckoning him to follow. Harry was led to a small ring platform which
transported him to a vault door.
“Just walk through the door, the ring will let you go without stopping you,”
the goblin said at Harry’s confused expression.
Nodding Harry walked through the door and found himself in a vault filled with
gems and gold. Wasting no time, Harry waved his hand and allowed a few thousand
galleons to seal themselves into the runes on his right wrist. Walking back
through the door he was escorted back to the platform. Looking at his only
visible ring, Harry channeled some magic through it and was portkeyed to Potter
manor.
Arriving at his ancestral house he was struck by its size. “Old wizard families
sure liked to live large. Oh well, best get set up.” As soon as he stepped
through the house he felt some magic scanning him and suddenly the atmosphere
inside the house changed, as if it had just surfaced after a century
underwater. ‘Stasis spell, I guess this means the house elf is still
alive’.Walking in, he was accosted by a house elf.
“Masters is back! Oh master is all grown now! What is master do-“ the elf was
cut off abruptly as Harry shot him with a pistol. “No hard feelings, but I
can’t keep you alive. Don’t want any plot holes in my back story if I am going
to say that I’ve been living here since I was 5.” Waving his hand he
disintegrated the house elf’s body and walked into what he assumed was the
living room. Looking around he couldn’t help but smirk, “Yes, this will do just
fine.”
Harry was woken up in the morning by a sharp tapping noise on the window.
Looking at the window he wasn’t surprised to see an owl waiting there with a
letter for him. Quickly opening the window he got the letter from the owl and
unrolled it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., D. Wiz., X.J.(sorc.), S. of Mag.Q)
Dear Lord Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and
equipment.
We await your reply by owl at your earliest convenience.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
“Heh. Game on..”
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AN: Next chapter, Hogwarts train and sorting. See you soon.
***** Hogwarts Express *****
Arriving at Kings Cross Station. Harry made his way to platform 10 where his
magically attuned senses could sense an age old enchantment. As he was making
his way towards the platform he saw three red heads shuffling about with the
mother looking around as if searching for someone. Harry immediately recognised
her from the black book Reg had given him.
Molly Anne Weasley (nee Prewett)
Last of the Prewett family. The Prewetts were part of the Old Families but all
died in unfortunate ‘accidents’. These all seemed to have been caused around
the same time Albus Dumbledore took the seat as Head of Dumbledore which may or
may not be a coincidence. The vast fortune of the Prewett clan has been
seemingly lost in the war against Riddle. This forced Molly to marry Arthur
Weasley, Head of a fairly old family, though not one of the Old Families (most
probably a love potion, Arthur used to be fairly logical till a few months
before he married Molly).
Be careful of her, she most probably wants your money, she has a daughter a
year younger than you and will most probably use her to get to it. Check for
potions, Molly is a reasonably skilled Potion Mistress.
“There seems to be a lot of Mugglesaround here. What was the platform number
again? Nine and three quarters wasn’t it?” Said Molly. She didn’t quite shout
it but she certainly emphasised certain words like ‘muggles’ and ‘nine and
three quarters’.
“Don’t bother mum, its too early for him to be here anyway. Lets go back and
get the twins and Ron, we should be back in time to catch him then,” suggested
the only male red head there.
“Percy, don’t be so casual about it? You have to be subtle so that he doesn’t
get suspicious of us,” retorted Molly Weasley.
“Pfft, you were as subtle as a bludger there mum. We should just use a
revealing spell. That will point out any wizards nearby. All the others come
from the floo stations on the platform itself anyway,” came the comment from
the youngest Weasley there as she snorted and looked around.
“I guess we could do that, but first lets get the other three. The twins can
keep Ron busy while we search for him,” and with that Molly stepped through a
wall followed by the other two.
‘Interesting… they were obviously searching for me. But I wonder if it was just
for her own benefit or if she was working for someone,’ mused Harry. Looking up
he observed the wall that the three had just walked though. This must have been
the enchantment he sensed when he stepped in to the station. It was fairly
impressive, an illusion charm with a permanent Portal Stream all wrapped with
an extremely weak Notice-Me-Not charm that would not work on anyone with even a
tiny bit of magical power. Obviously the strength of the charm was by intention
as there weren’t any magicals living in the non-magical world anyway so it
wouldn’t be broken by anyone. Pushing some magic into his right eye he was able
to copy the schematics for the wall. Harry didn’t pay much attention to the
Notice-Me-Not charm or the illusion charm, but the Portal Stream charm was
quite impressive. Looking closely he could see a set of runes that flowed out
from the wall and covered practically the entire station. Recording these as
well, Harry analysed them and found that these were used to power the
enchantments on the wall, with the Portal Stream taking the majority of the
power. Giving one last look around the platform, Harry walked through the
portal and onto what he assumed was platform 9 3/4.
Letting the magic wash over him, Harry stepped out in the sun on platform 9 ¾.
Harry was glad he had come early as there were hardly any people there and
looking at the wall he had just come through, it was covered in cobwebs
indicating it hadn’t been used in years. Coming through it when more people
were around would surely have attracted attention. Looking forward Harry saw a
bright red steam engine train labelled ‘Hogwarts Express’. Shrugging Harry
climbed aboard the train, intent on claiming a good compartment for himself.
Thoroughly checking the train Harry settled on a compartment in the back and
gazed out the window waiting for people to arrive. Slowly as the time
approached 11 o’clock people started to trickle in via the large fires on the
side of the platform. Harry’s attention was drawn to one family in particular
that had an air of nobility around them, the other families giving them way as
they walked towards the train.
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
The Malfoy family has been there since the start of wizardkind and are one of
the richer Old Families. They have a large influence on the magical world and
they aren’t afraid to use this influence to further their agendas. The Malfoy
family was originally French but had to flee when they betrayed their king. The
royal wizard cursed their family by making their hair slowly turn white by the
time they reach their 30s as well as permanent Flaccid Hex. This has caused the
Malfoys to develop a special spell that allows sperm to be transmitted directly
from the testicles to the womb.
Don’t give the information above out freely Harry, no one outside the family
knows about it. I myself only got it when I mind raped Abraxas Malfoy. Being
married to a Malfoy male means no sexual gratification for the female other
than masturbation.
Lucius is a former death eater that claimed the Imperious plea and was of
course granted it due to his connections. He is an excellent duellist and
prefers to use medium powered dark curses rather that cause direct harm to the
opponent. He has a bit of a glass jaw so if you can get his wand away from him,
the fight is pretty much over.
Narcissa Druella Malfoy (nee Black)
The youngest daughter of the Black family she was betrothed to Lucius from a
young age. A charms mistress of the highest calibre she has an extensive
knowledge of spells, some of which are lost to even the Old Families. Don’t let
her appearance fool you, she has used her knowledge of charms and potions to
conduct rituals that enhances her physical prowess beyond what may be apparent
by looking at her muscles.
In public, Lucius is Head of family but inside closed doors she is the real
head. She is definitely the more dangerous of the two and Lucius knows it as
well.
Be very very careful when facing her Harry. She is extremely cruel and isn’t
above using even her own family as a human shield. You might want to get the
information about her more obscure spells out of her before killing her off.
They two parents and their son slowly walked towards the train taking measured
steps before stopping near the door. Quietly using a spell to enhance his
hearing Harry decided to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Harry Potter is going to be on this train somewhere Draco. I want you to find
and befriend him as well as find out where he spent the last few years,” came a
masculine voice, Lucius.
“Don’t worry dad, I will give him no choice but to join us. I’ll make sure he
knows our status in the magical community,” came a slightly whiny voice, Draco.
“You will be subtle about it you fool. We still don’t know what Dumbledore’s
agenda is regarding the boy. This train is the only chance you will get before
Dumbledore meets the boy. If you fail here Draco, you will NOT have the most
enjoyable of Christmas holidays. Is that understood dear?” came a feminine
voice, Narcissa he assumed. Harry could tell by the tone of Draco’s frantic
agreeing that he clearly considered his mother the more dangerous.
Another family then caught his attention. This time there were seven of the
redheads walking towards the train. ‘Bloody hell, I wonder if she knows that
there are contraception spells’ mused Harry.
“Don’t worry mum, we’ll be fine. Also don’t worry Ginny, we’ll get an autograph
for you.” Smirked one of the twins.
“Prat! You better watch it or I’ll give you another taste of my Bat-boogey
hex!” Shouted Ginny indignantly.
“Fred, stop baiting your sister. And Ginny stop threatening your brother, its
unladylike.” Came the screeching harpy like voice of the mother, Molly.
Harry watched the family in fascination. They seemed so different from an hour
ago, it was like they were totally different people. Leaning back in his seat
Harry waited for everyone to board the train, mentally preparing himself to don
his fake persona. Reg had helped Harry with his fake persona, he had shown
harry how to isolate his consciousness using occlumency and how to surround it
with fake memories. Harry’s mindscape was of an open field, as is common with
most untrained minds, where every blade of grass was a memory or a personality
quirk. What was different about his mind was, deep below the ground, he had an
underground castle type structure where his real persona was kept. So in
effect, Harry had two minds, the real one kept out of sight and the fake one
kept in plain sight and unshielded. After a few minutes Harry sensed two
magical signatures outside his door. He saw the door of his compartment open
and the youngest male Weasley stumble in.
“Everywhere else is full. Can I sit here?” He asked in an awkward manner.
“Sure, take a seat,” remarked Harry, “do you need help with your trunk?”
“Nah its okay, I can manage it.” Came the reply. After putting his trunk up he
sat down opposite Harry in a huff. “Those twin brothers of mine keep teasing me
with that damn tarantula. They know I’m scared of those freaky things but they
just take the mickey out of me. I’m Ron by the way, Ron Weasely.”
‘This guy gives information away like anything. Giving him ‘secret’ info would
be a good way to get others to hear it. He should be useful. But why is he
giving me the feeling of TWOmagical signatures.’ “Harry Potter, nice to meet
you,” I nodded back.
“Bloody hell, you’re the boy who lived. Do you reckon I could see the, you
know, the scar?” The redhead asked in an awed voice. Pretending to be bashful
Harry brushed his fringe allowing Ron to get a good look at his scar. “That was
where he.. do you remember the night mate?.”
Irritated Harry retorted back in a heated voice, “Do I remember the night my
parents were murdered by a psychotic wizard?” ‘Ah, righteous anger. Such a
useful tool.’
“Ah sorry, looks like I kept a- I mean put a foot in my mouth huh? Er, I’ll be
quiet now.” With that he stopped blabbering and the two drifted into an awkward
silence. A few minutes later it was broken by the sound of the compartment door
opening again and a girl with bushy hair stepping in. She was about 5 feet 5
inches and looked like what you would expect from a librarian. ’C-cup,
definitely,’ thought Harry, Reg’s perverse nature shining through.
 “Have you two seen a toad? Neville lost his,” she asked in a bossy tone
looking around our compartment.
“Err no, haven’t seen one,” was the timid reply from Ron. ‘Looks like his
mother has made him into a coward around girls with athority,’thought Harry,
out loud he remarked “Neither have I. Might be a good idea to ask the prefects.
If someone has seen it they would have probably told them.”
“Good idea, good to know at least some people think logically around here. The
train arrives in about half an hour, you might want to get changed.” With that
she turned around and left the compartment, presumably to go looking for the
toad.
“Bloody hell, she’s bossy. Living with her would be a nightmare, I hope she
isn’t in the same house as me.” Ron said in a hushed voice.
“She didn’t seem so bad, just helping a friend out. We should probably get
ready soon anyway, especially since the train is arriving soon.” Harry made to
get up before the compartment door was opened again. Looking up Harry say the
Malfoy heir standing in the doorway with two others. Looking at them Harry
mused if this is what it looked like if gorillas mated with humans.
“I was told Harry Potter was on this train and this is the last compartment.
Which one of you is it?” Draco, Harry recalled, asked in his whiny voice. ‘This
guy is as subtle as a bull in a china shop. I’m guessing the elder Malfoy’s
aren’t going to be happy with his.. investigations’ mused Harry.
Harry stood up “That’s me, why were you looking for me?”
Draco looked at him appraisingly before commenting, “My name is Draco Malfoy,
heir to – what? What are you laughing about? You think something is funny do
you?”
“Careful there Harry, Malfoy’s are all a bunch of evil wizards. Dark the lot of
them.” Said Ron.
“Red hair, freckles, robes tearing at the seams. You must be a Weasley. I’m
surprised your family managed to scrounge up enough to send you to Hogwarts, I
assume they won’t be eating for a week then huh? Potter, there are some wizards
who are simply better than others. Come with me and I can show you the ropes.”
Walking towards Harry, Draco extended his hand.
Looking like he was offended Harry ignored Draco’s hand, “I think I can make
those decisions for myself Malfoy.”
Snatching back his hand he sneered at Harry, “You better watch yourself Potter.
Those Weasleys will drag you into ruin.” With that he spun and made his way out
of the cabin followed by his gorilla-men. Turning around Harry started to
change into his school robes while Ron did the same. Finishing first Harry sat
in his seat when a squeaking caught his attention. Looking around he caught the
sight of a small rat that was peeking out of Ron’s pocket.
“Whats that?” Harry asked, pointing at the rat.
“Oh this is Scabbers. Used to belong to my brother Percy till he became a
prefect, then he got an owl.” Remarked Ron in a jealous voice. “He’s not very
special, only special power is long life. He’s been with us for 14 years you
know.”
“Oh I see, its still cool to have a pet I guess.” Remarked Harry in a careless
voice while he was thinking furiously. ‘That’s what the second magical source
must be. That much magic power, that’s no ordinary rat. That power is more akin
to that of a human more than anything, must be a rat animagus. Wonder why
though, maybe he is a spy for one of the Old Families who wants to keep an eye
on the last Prewett to see what she is upto. I’ll figure it out later.’ Harry
and Ron soon heard the announcement that they had arrived at Hogsmead Station.
Grabbing their trunks they stepped out onto the platform.
“Fir’s years! Fir’s years tah me!” Came a booming voice. Looking around, Harry
caught sight of a giant man, probably a son of a giant and a human though Harry
wondered about the mechanics of such a union. “In the boats yah go. 4 to a
boat. Fir’s years! Fir’s years to me!”
Harry got into a boat with Ron while house elves took their trunks away. They
were joined by two female students who chatted between themselves. Pushing some
magic into his right eye. Harry observed them, ‘Black hair, brown eyes, petite,
chinese, b-cup with fairly developed leg muscles. Looks like a gymnast, must
come from a foreign wizarding family. British wizards don’t usually train their
children in gymnastics which is considered a muggle sport. Cloak is wide open
showing her shirt and long pants, not shy of her body but wears sensible
clothing even if they are a bit, tight.’Harry thought, looking at the form
fitting pants.
Turning his eye to the other girl in the boat, Harry analysed her as well,
‘Blonde hair, blue eyes, hourglass figure, European, C/D cup, can’t really see
since the top half since her cloak is partially closed at the top, once again
very developed leg muscles. Tank top with short shorts, looks like she REALLY
isn’t shy about her body. They are quietly conversing in mandarin and the
blonde one is obviously European but she talks with a Chinese accent. Must have
been adopted by a Chinese family, by their familiarity I would guess by the
same family.’
Harry was glad he was observing very subtly because Ron was just staring at the
blonde’s legs with his mouth open. He must have annoyed the blond because the
next minute, “Close your mouth you pig. Its like you’ve never seen a girl
before.” She snarled at Ron while her friend looked on with an amused smile.
Catching Harry’s amused expression the black-haired girl sent him a small
smile.
Turning red Ron looked away and was saved from having to respond as their boat
hit the shore by the school. Quickly standing up Ron stumbled out while Harry
followed saying a quiet “Sorry about him” to the blond girl. “Don’t worry about
it. Most English wizards have never seen a bit of leg before, comes in handy
now and then,” she smirked at me before I followed behind Ron.
Arriving with the rest of the first years, they were greeted by a stern looking
female professor standing in front of a set of massive brass double doors. “My
name is Professor McGonagall. I am the Deputy Headmistress at this school as
well as the Transfiguration professor and the Head of House for House
Gryffindor. Follow me to get sorted in to the House you will be on for the rest
of your school years.” With that she turned around and waved her hand, opening
the massive doors and allowing Harry his first view of the inside of Hogwarts.
***** Sorting and a familiar face *****
AN:
serialkeller: Harry will be able to use his legilimency in an interesting way
which will be shown in the next chapter.
Rampaging Crabs: No permanent pairing but Harry is 16 and slightly perverted so
there are going to be scenes here and there. No permanent pairing as even
though he can get flustered and stuff, he is still emotionless enough that he
can’t link with people on a deeper level. Just a physical and companionship
level.
 
The blast hit him like a flash bang. Quickly closing his eyes, Harry stumbled
slightly before catching himself.
“You alright there mate?” Harry heard Ron’s concerned voice, “Yea I’m good,
just stumbled a bit there.”
“What? On flat stone? Heh be careful there. People might start calling you a
klutz.”
“Wouldn’t want that now would we?” Harry replied back, glad that no one else
noticed his stumble as they were all looking at the sights of the Hogwarts
Great Hall.
The amount of ambient magic in the air had shocked him and he should have been
more prepared for it, but combined with all the runes and the large amount of
magic sources in the room, it had overwhelmed him for a moment. Quickly getting
used to it Harry couldn’t help but marvel at the amount of sheer magic he could
see surrounding him. Every inch of the wall was covered in runes. He thought
about pushing some magic into his right eye and capture all the information on
the spells in the great hall but didn’t want to risk information overload just
yet, he would come back when the hall was … less populated.
Harry snapped out of his musings once everyone was in the hall and had their
attention drawn to an ancient looking hat sitting on a stool next to
McGonagall. As he watched, a rip appeared above the hat’s brim and a nasally
voice could be heard.
                      "Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
                       But don't judge on what you see,
                        I'll eat myself if you can find
                            A smarter hat than me.
                       You can keep your bowlers black,
                         Your top hats sleek and tall,
                       For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
                            And I can cap them all.
                      There's nothing hidden in your head
                          The Sorting Hat can't see,
                       So try me on and I will tell you
                            Where you ought to be.
                        You might belong in Gryffindor,
                        Where dwell the brave at heart,
                      Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
                            Set Gryffindors apart;
                        You might belong in Hufflepuff,
                        Where they are just and loyal,
                      Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
                             And unafraid of toil;
                         Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
                            if you've a ready mind,
                       Where those of wit and learning,
                         Will always find their kind;
                            Or perhaps in Slytherin
                        You'll make your real friends,
                       Those cunning folk use any means
                            To achieve their ends.
                        So put me on! Don't be afraid!
                           And don't get in a flap!
                   You're in safe hands (though I have none)
                           For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
Applause rang out from the first years as well as slightly subdued one from the
older students leading Harry to believe that this was a recurring thing.
“When your name is called out, make way to the front of the hall. The sorting
hat will then put you into the house which most suits you,” McGonagall’s voice
rang out, cutting the applause from the students
“Abbot, Hannah.”
As said girl went up to the stool, Harry took another look around the Hall,
this time focussing on all the students and not the magic. There were less than
100 students in the hall which meant that out of the 20,000 magical children in
Britain who were of school going age, less than 100 were able to afford an
entry into Hogwarts.
“Bulstrode, Millicent.”
‘Amazing! She is either a textbook case of inbreeding or a troll has somehow
fornicated with a human to produce this monstrosity. ’mused Harry.
“SLYTHREIN” the hat screamed before it was even fully on her head.
Harry zoned in and out as he noticed some familiar faces making their way on to
the stool. The bossy brunette from earlier, Hermione, was sorted into
Gryffindor which was surprising. He had pegged her more as a Ravenclaw, he
suspected that the students were able to influence the outcome from the hat if
their desire was strong enough but he wondered why she, someone who clearly
loved knowledge, would want to go to the house of the lion. Other than that,
the blonde bombshell Daphne was sorted into Slytherin but she didn’t look too
happy about it. Her friend, the petite Asian Su Li was sorted into Ravenclaw
and she sent a small forlorn look at Daphne as she sat down. The Malfoy heir
was put into Slytherin and he went there smirking arrogantly but Harry’s
attention was drawn to another interesting sorting. The Patils, two Indian twin
witches were sorted into different houses, one in Gryffindor and one in
Ravenclaw. Harry had assumed that family heritage had an enormous impact on the
sorting but it seemed that sometimes personality won out.
“Potter, Harry.”
Instantly murmurs broke out in the hall. Harry smirked inwardly at how
McGonagall’s lips thinned in a disapproving manner. Focusing his mind, Harry
brought up all the values that he would need in order for him to be sorted into
Gryffindor to his fake mindscape. Harry recalled his conversation with Reg
regarding which house he should go in.
Flashback
“Now, onto the sorting. I’m not fully sure how the sorting hat works seeing as
I never went to Hogwarts but from what Lily told me, it uses a slight
legilimency probe to sort through your memory banks and call up experiences
that influenced your character as well as decisions that you made which could
be used to sort you into a house. Have you decided what house you think will be
best yet?” Reg asked Harry.
Harry took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding, “Well, I
immediately ruled out Slytherin as it would not be good for my public image.
Too many wizards believe the stereotype given by the house and all wizards from
there being evil. It would be too hard to gain their trust if I want to oppose
a member of the hierarchy using public support.
Hufflepuff was also out as it has a reputation for turning out useless wizards
and no one in the school would take a Hufflepuff seriously. While this is good
for my ‘activities’, I will also need to appear in public fairly often if I
want to promote any laws or something.
This leaves me with just Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. They both have their ups and
downs, Ravenclaw will give me access to a lot of texts which would be good for
my research and if I use spells which people normally can’t, it wouldn’t draw
too much attention as I can simply claim I studied ahead. On the other hand
Gryffindor is where everyone expects me to go anyway. Any information I need
can simply be gotten by sneaking into the Ravenclaw common room and getting it
from there. Also as a Gryffindor, public opinion of me will be fairly high as
they have a reputation for being in the ‘light’ so to speak so people won’t
suspect me of any ‘illicit activities’. With all this in mind I think I will go
for Gryffindor, it seems to be the most sensible choice in my opinion. Also its
kind of poetic with me being the heir of Gryffindor anyway”
Flashback end
As he approached the stool, he sent some magic into his right eye and looked at
the hat and found a small string of magic leading from the hat to Dumbledore.
Harry couldn’t tell if this string relayed information from the students mind
to Dumbledore or if he used it to control the hat as to what house the student
should by sorted in to. Harry wouldn’t put it past the headmaster to be guilty
of both to be completely honest.
Sitting on the stool he found the hat being lowered over his head and felt the
probe launch into his fake mindscape.
‘Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor.’
‘Hmm? Gryffindor is it? Are you brave boy? Loyal? Why should I put you in the
House of the Lion?’
Harry was communicating with the hat he was also planting loyalty and courage
traits into his head to encourage the hat to sort him into Gryffindor. After a
moment’s hesitation he also put an intense dislike of Slytherin in there and
the memory of Draco from the encounter on the train.
‘Hmm, plenty loyal and a bit of bravery here and there and what’s this? Already
making enemies with the House of the Snake? Very well, you shall be…’
“GRYFFINDOR.”
At the hats shout the table with the red banners erupted in cheers with the
Weasley twins sing/shouting “We got POTTER! We got POTTER!”
Taking of his hat, Harry made his way down to the table and squeezed along the
only familiar face there, Hermione.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were Harry Potter!” Hermione demanded shrilly.
“You never asked me my name my dear.” Harry replied with a charming smile.
Huffing, Hermione looked away with a blushing face. Harry cursed the designers
of the Hogwarts school robes as it did a very good job of hiding a person’s
figure when done up properly. Harry was drawn from his musing when one of the
Weasleys he saw earlier, Percy, stuck his hand out at him.
“Percy Weasely, Prefect for Gryffindor House. Pleased to meet you Mr Potter.”
He said, emphasising the word ‘Prefect’ and almost preening.
Shaking his hand Harry got the chance to observe him more closely. He noticed
callouses on the fingertips of his right index finger and thumb which indicated
that Percy wrote a lot. His hand felt so fragile, Harry got the feeling that if
he squeezed a bit he would break the bones. The Weasley was average in height
but had hunched shoulders and a slightly snobbish look to him.
“Same here Mr Weasley,” Harry managed with a tight smile.
Turning back to the ceremony Harry noted that Ron was also sorted into
Gryffindor and took a seat next to him. Once the last student, Blaise Zabini,
was sorted into Slytherin, the headmaster got up to address the Hall.
“Welcome to all the newcomers! And to all the returning students, welcome back!
Before we dig in into the wondrous welcoming feast I would like to say a few
words regarding the rules in Hogwarts. The rules are all posted up in your
common rooms but I shall tell you the ones people seem to forget the most
often.
Curfew is 10 o’clock at night to 5 o’clock in the morning and any students
found out in the hallways during that time will be docked points or given
detentions depending on the severity of the situation.  I would also like to
remind you all that the Forbidden Forest is exactly that. Forbidden. No student
is allowed to enter the forest unless accompanied by a member of the staff.
Lastly, the right hand wing of the third floor corridor is out of bounds to all
students. Enter the area at your own mortal peril,” said Dumbledore in an
ominous voice. Then in an abrupt change his tone took on a much brighter
deposition, “That is all, now! Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Dig in!”
With that food appeared on the table and the students started to pile them on
to their plates. As Harry was eating he noted with disgust that all the
Weasleys had table manners more akin to that of a pig than that of a human. He
shifted slightly to move away from Ron and ended with his legs lush with
Hermione.
She looked up startled and Harry just pointed to Ron as a way of explanation.
Nodding Hermione curled her lips in disgust at Ron before going back to eating,
blushing as she felt the warmth from Harry’s leg transfer to hers.
After dinner, Dumbledore once again got up to address the students. “Now, if
all the first years could follow their Head of House and the rest follow the
prefects we can soon go all to sleep and start another year of Hogwarts.” With
that McGonagall came down from the head table and gestured for the first years
to follow her. They soon arrived in a large chamber where she turned around and
addressed the assembled 1st years.
“You have all been either issued a wand by the ministry or are using one left
by your ancestors. Those wands have been fine up until now as you were just
learning to familiarise yourself with magic. However, in this school we teach
you the finer arts of magic and therefore you require a wand that is more
suited to your own magic. When I call your name, step through the door behind
me to meet with one of Britain’s finest wand makers, Olivander. Once inside,
present the wand you are currently using so that he may find a good match for
you, also if you are using a ministry issued wand you are to hand the wand in
to him. Now, first in line is Abbot, Hannah.”
With that, once again the students went up one by one to receive their wands
and Harry was glad that he had taken his father’s wand from the Potter vault as
he did not want his Kauri wand traced back to him. He had no idea that they got
new wands when they came to Hogwarts but he thought it made sense as they
didn’t want children with finely attuned wands running around. Using a practice
wand ensured that their spells would be weaker and therefore more easy to
control.
Arriving at his name Harry followed her into the classroom where he was met by
an old wizard with large round glasses.
“Ah yes Mr Potter, may I please see your current wand as it would give me some
idea as to where to start for your wand.”
Harry nodding pulled out his wand, “Ah yes, James Potter’s wand. Mahogany, 11
inches with a phoenix feather. Excellent for transfiguration. Let us try a
similar wood first shall we? Mahognay, 9 inches with a thestral hair,” wheezed
Olivander, handing Harry a reddish-brown wand.
What followed could only be described as chaos. Pure and utter chaos. Wands
were thrust into his hands and taken away just as quickly while Olivander’s
actions grew more and more frenzied. Finally after 5 minutes of trying what
felt like hundreds of wands, Harry felt a connection to one of them. It wasn’t
as strong a connection as his normal wand but it was still quite pleasant.
“Ah yes, it seems we have found a wand for you Mr Potter, Willow, 11 inches
with a phoenix feather. Though it is curious, very curious.”
“What is so curious about this wand Mr Olivander?” Asked Harry with a raised
eyebrow, feeling slightly insulted at the obvious bait.
“I remember every wand I have ever matched Mr Potter. Every single one. And it
is curious that the pheonix that gave the feather for that wand gave just one
more. And I’m sorry to say, that the other wand was given to the person who
gave you that scar.” With that Olivander turned away and started muttering in a
low voice. Blinking and not quite sure as to what to make of the conversation
Harry turned around and walked out of the room. Once all the students had
gotten their wands they were led to their rooms and handed over to the prefects
though before Harry could follow the prefects he was pulled aside by his Head
of House.
“Mr Potter, the headmaster would like to speak to you tomorrow at 8.30pm in his
office. The password is Picnic.”
“I hope I’m not in trouble already Professor. It would be a new record for the
school I think to get into trouble on the first day.” Harry said with a
concerned expression on his face.
McGonagall’s expression softened a bit at this, “Nothing like that Mr Potter,
the headmaster would just like to ask you a few questions about your guardians.
And I wouldn’t be sure about the record, the Weasley twins already managed it
last year. Well, that is all I wanted to talk to you about. Now carry on, I
believe your room mates are waiting for you.”
Nodding, Harry turned away and walked up the stairs to the door marked 1st
years and entered the room.
“Hey mate! What did McGonagall want to talk to you about mate? Not in trouble
already are we?” Asked a grinning Ron.
“Nah, just had a message from the headmaster, not in trouble at all. Now which
one is my bed? I assume you all have already picked yours since I was held up?”
“First come first serve mate. Your bed is the one next to the door,” replied a
dark skinned teen.
“Thanks…?” Harry replied in a questioning tone.
“Oh, its Dean. Dean Thomas. That there is Neville Longbottom,” he pointed to a
chubby looking guy with dark hair and eyes, “and big ears there is Seamus
Finnigan.” At this he pointed to the teen at the other end of the room with
admittedly.. large ears.
“Oh sod off. Ear size is directly proportional to dick size ya know, and with
those tiny ears of yours its no wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend,” retorted
Seamus.
Before Dean could reply Harry butted in to the conversation, “If you don’t
mind, its been a pretty tiring day so far and we start classes tomorrow. I
reckon we should just hit the bed and grab some sleep.”
“Too right mate, talking with a bunch of guys about penis size isn’t how I
imagined my first night at Hogwarts to be. Well, see you all in the morning
folks.” With that Dean went to bed and the rest soon followed.
Crawling into his four-poster bed Harry wandlessly warded the curtains so no
sound would go out but still allow sound to come in. Pushing magic into his
right eye Harry gazed at his new wand and analysed it. It could only channel
80% of what his Kauri wand could and had a couple of additional enchantments.
First was the enchantment commonly known as the Trace. This enchantment was
standard with all wands and was triggered whenever the wand was used in a non-
wizarding area or when it was used for an unforgiveable. The second and third
enchantments, however, were not standard at all. The second was triggered
whenever he cast a spell that was deemed either dark or at a level higher than
school level by the ministry. Harry was glad he hadn’t used the wand yet as the
one way silence ward was fairly high level, definitely above what was taught at
school. The third enchantment was the most worrying however, it allowed the
person who was keyed in to the enchantment to reduce the output of magic from
the wand all the way to zero. It was as if someone wanted to control Harry’s
power and he had a fairly good idea as to who it was. Harry was fairly certain
that he was the only one with these enchantments and that brought up the
worrying thought that someone knew what wand he was going to choose and
enchanted said wand. Deciding he couldn’t do much more tonight till the rest
had gone to sleep, Harry decided to meditate as it allowed him to be fully
rested in just 3 hours.
Waking up from his meditation Harry allowed magic to flow into his right eye
and his brain giving him superb senses and listened for the sound of his
roommates. Deciding that there were all asleep, Harry sent some magic into his
le Fey ring, activating its special ability of metamorphagus to transform into
a brown haired, brown eyed boy, the kind of person one would meet on the road
and quickly forget he existed. He then sent some magic into a tattoo like rune
on his back and was garbed, head to toe, in black light-absorbing clothing.
Just to be safe he used the disillusionment charm on himself to increase his
chances of going undetected. Quietly parting the curtains he stepped out
noiselessly and made his way to the window and out to the ledge. Harry then
applied the feather weight charm on himself and used his wind affinity to jump
lightly to an open window a floor below. Grabbing onto the sill he pulled
himself into a deserted corridor and slowly started to make his way to the
bottom floor. He had decided that he would explore one floor a day so as to not
overwhelm himself. Tonight he was going to explore the ground floor and the
main hall as it had interested him so much.
Harry lightly padded along till he reached the great hall, entering it he
pushed magic into his eye and gazed at the hall. He was fairly disappointed
with what he found, the intense magic he had scene when he first arrived was
still there, however when he paid close attention to the runes he realised that
they were just transfer runes. The runes gathered ambient magic and magic from
all the spell casting all over Hogwarts and channelled it below the Great Hall.
Walking to where the magic was being concentrated, Harry gazed at the runes. ‘A
filtering rune to remove all intent from the magic and to purify the different
types into neutral magic. And all of it is being channelled straight down… Ward
stone! That must be it, the Hogwarts ward stone must be directly below the
Great Hall, in the dungeons. Hmm, if I could access it I could add my own
modifications to it. Exploration can wait, this is much more important.’ With
that Harry got up and quickly walked back to the entrance of the hall before
turning towards the stairs to the dungeon.
Upon arriving in the dungeon Harry bit his thumb till he started to bleed.
Reaching up to his face he drew bloodmagic runes under his right eye and on his
forehead before pushing magic into them. He was awarded with his sight in his
right eye turning into the magic equivalent of thermal vision where instead of
heat, he viewed in intensities of magic. His left eye remained normal so he
could still navigate around the dungeons. Turning slightly he caught sight of a
large amount of magic being funnelled down from the roof. After walking for 5
minutes due to the twists and turns of the hallway he finally arrived at the
room where the ward stone was kept. Analysing the door Harry saw various alarm
wards and intent wards on the doorway but none on the walls surrounding it.
Snorting at the stupidity of wizards and their inability to think outside the
square Harry simply used a masonry charm to turn the wall temporarily
intangible and stepped inside.
Looking at the ward stone Harry was pleased by the current schema the ward was
running. It wasn’t a type of schema that was normally used as it was very easy
to modify as it was very basic. The true strength of the schema was that it
gained power over time. Hogwarts had been standing for hundreds of years and
that meant that even though the wards were very simple, they were ridiculously
powerful compared to the more recent and complicated wards. Stepping forward,
Harry pushed magic into his Gryffindor ring and started to manipulate the
schema, adding in his own modifications. He added in a monitoring charm that
would alert him whenever a person with strong magic approached the school wards
as well as another charm that allowed him to become invisible to the paintings
and statues in Hogwarts as he knew they reported to the headmaster. He then
added in another charm that monitored how many people were there in any given
room at Hogwarts. As a final thought he added himself into the ‘safe’ list for
the Hogwarts apparition and portkey wards. Stepping back to admire his work
Harry realised how drained it was. It might have been simple to manipulate the
wards but it seemed to take a lot of magic from the user. Harry cut off his
disillusionment charm and his metamorph magic to conserve energy.
Stepping out of the room Harry started to make his way to the top floor so he
could jump back into his room. As he reached the 4th floor Harry felt a pair of
arms wrap around his waist and felt two warm soft mounds press against his
back. Faintly smelling the scent of vanilla Harry quickly turned around and
found himself nose to nose with a familiar face.
“Well well, I didn’t expect to sneak up on you that easily. You must be really
tired, hmm?” Whispered Renee in a soft voice that sent shivers down his back.
Flustered Harry replied back in a strangled voice, “Ward stone modify. Wha –
what are you doing here Renee?”
“Well that was easy. Do you always give up information that easily? Or could it
be that you are falling for my womanly charms?” While she was speaking she
slowly backed Harry up until she had him trapped between the wall and her body.
“Has Reg finally succeeded into making you give in to your hormones and turned
you into a pervert hmm?”
“Answer the question Renee. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” Harry gritted out
trying to obtain control of the situation.
Smirking, Renee pressed further into him slowly moving her hands down along his
body. “I’m the arithmancy professor here Harry, one of the electives you can
take. You should take it you know, gives us more time to discuss our plans.” By
this time her hands had reached their destination and Renee gave Harry’s butt a
good squeeze causing him to jump out from between her and the wall.
“I’ll think about it. Need to go to bed. Tired.” Harry spoke in a rushed tone
while he rapidly walked away from her and her soft laughter.
 
AN: That’s it for now. Harry meets Snape next chapter, should be fun.
***** Snivelling Snivellus *****
AN:
Serialkiller: The reason Harry was so flustered was that he was caught
extremely off guard by her appearance. He was tired from changing the wards and
suddenly this female who he hadn’t seen for years pops up and starts
‘molesting’ him.
Krevet: I agree the whole Gryffindor and Weasley thing DOES seem quite canon
and I didn’t really want it to go that way but need to for the story. Its
called 2 pronged attack because Harry intends to attack from 2 fronts, one of
which is publically through his political connections. For this side of the
attack he needs to establish himself as a ‘light’ wizard to make the public
trust him.
Also to make a note regarding Harry’s emotionlessness. Harry is only
emotionless when he is on his own, when he is in his public persona he is just
another teenage guy, if a bit charming.
WARNING: Contains an interrogation scene. It is framed with ‘AN’ so you can
skip it if you wish.
The next morning found Harry by himself, walking down to the common room to
wait for the rest of his roommates to join him. Grabbing a seat on the couch
near a window Harry stared blankly outside till he felt someone join him on the
couch.
“Morning Harry. Are you excited about today?” Hermione asked in an eager voice.
“Morning Hermione. I suppose so. Decided on your electives yet?”
“Yup, I’ll be taking Political Studies, Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient
Runes. What about you?”
“Well, I’ll be joining you for Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures and I’m
taking Astronomy as my last elective. It goes quite well with Arithmancy,
allows me to factor in the planetary positions into my calculations to make
them more specialised.” ‘And of course gives me a pass for being outside at
midnight in case I’m ever caught.’
“Mental the both of you. Why take hard subjects like that anyway? I’m sticking
to the easy ones, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination and Muggle Studdies.
Easy subjects, bound to pass them,” interrupted Ron, walking up to the two,
“Wanna go breakfast now Harry? The rest look like they’re gonna be a while.”
“Sure, would you like to join us Hermione?” invited Harry.
“That would be nice Harry, thank you. Its good to see some people still have
manners.” Smiled back Hermione. Of course this was all lost on the Weasley who
was already halfway to the door.
“Looks like hes eager for food. We should probably hurry up, wouldn’t want him
to finish it all off,” joked Harry.
“Wonderful, another meal with him eating like a starving pig,” Hermione sneered
in disgust.
Catching up to Ron, they sat down in the hall opposite Ron and watched in
disgusted fascination as he started to inhale his sausages and eggs like if
they were going to disappear. The hall soon filled up with the rest of the
students coming down for breakfast. As Harry was eating breakfast he felt
someone tap on his shoulder, turning around he found the Head of House standing
there with a few sheets of paper.
“Here you are Mr Potter. Your timetable with the electives you chose. Ms
Granger, here is yours and Mr Weasley, here is yours and please remember to
chew with your mouth closed. Also a list will be put up in the common rooms
with some club activities. You must choose 1 club activity every week for
Friday, this is compulsory.” Her business finished and probably disgusted by
the smile Ron gave her with his full mouth she swiftly turned and walked
towards the other 1st years who were just sitting down.
Looking at his paper Harry found he had Potions with Slytherins first thing in
the morning followed by Defence Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaw and
Charms. Then lunch followed by Trasfiguration and Astronomy. Looking further he
found he had Herbology with Hufflepuffs starting tomorrow. It seemed that they
had at least one class with other houses, probably to promote house unity or
something equally ridiculous.
“Oh no, Potions first thing. With the Slytherins,” wailed Ron.
“Whats so bad about that?” Questioned Harry, genuinely curious as he was
looking forward to potions since it was one of the subjects that Reg didn’t
teach him all that well.
He got his reply from the brown haired girl sitting to his right, “Snape, the
guy who takes it absolutely HATES Gryffindors. He takes away points for things
like breathing too loudly and stuff” she said waving her hand in the air, “He’s
a genuine wanker.”
“Thank you Miss..?”
“Bell, Katie Bell. Gryffindor’s Quidditch chaser.”
“Surely he can’t be that bad. I mean, you can’t be that biased towards students
right?” Hermione questioned, looking shocked that a teacher could act like
that.
“That’s what I thought too at first, but after a year with him,” Katie
shivered, “I’ll be so glad when I can drop potions next year. That guy is a
creep through and through.”
“Well, thank you very much for the information Miss Bell. We should probably
get going. If he is as bad as they say then it would be best if we got there on
time so he doesn’t take points off for tardiness too.”
“No problems Mr Potter, and please call me Katie,” She smiled brightly at
Harry.
“Then I insist you call me Harry please.” Harry smiled back, “Anyway, lets get
going, Ron? Hermione?”
“Yup.” Getting up they made their way to the potion’s classroom to join the
rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin 1st year students.
Seeing the trio walk down towards them, Draco stepped forward and confronted
Harry once again.
“I had high hopes for you Potter,” Malfoy spat out, “but here you are,
consorting with the trash of the Purebloods, the Weasleys.”
Harry watched as Ron grabbed Draco by his lapels and pushed him against the
wall of the dugeon. His ears a furious red, Ron snarled at Draco, “Watch it you
ponce, or I’ll send your teeth back one by one to your snivelling death eater
of a father.” Draco just stayed silent and watched Ron with a smirk on his face
and the reason for this became clear soon as the students heard a deep monotone
voice call out, “Fighting in the corridor? 20 points from Gryffindor. We
haven’t even started the first period of the year yet and you are already
behind the others. Well done.” Looking behind him, Harry saw the Potions
professor walk up. Hollowed cheeks and pale skin with greasy black hair. He
looked like the kind of guy who didn’t get much sunlight because he spent most
of his time indoors brewing potions.
Ron opened his mouth to reply but was pulled aside by Dean and Seamus before he
could lose them some more points. Snape then walked into the classroom and the
rest of the students followed after him with Daphne giving Harry a small smile
as she went in. Seeing as all the desks were divided into pairs, Harry took a
seat next to Hermione and waited for the lesson to start.
“There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As
it is, I do not expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact
art that is potion making.”
“However, for those select few…” Snape pauses his haunting voice and glances
towards Draco, “for those select few who possess the predisposition. I can
teach you how bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell how to bottle
fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.”
Snape pauses once again and this time looks at Harry who his staring right back
at him.
“Then again maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in the belief that you are
already in possession of abilities so formidable, that you feel that this class
will merely hold you back. Mr Potter. Our new celebrity.” Snape hissed out.
“Tell me Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel and an
infusion of Wormwood?”
“Draught of the living dead, professor,” Harry replied back in a monotone
voice, betraying none of the anger he felt at being singled out by a man he had
never before had the displeasure of meeting.
“A lucky guess. Well let's try again, where Mr Potter would you look if I asked
you to find me a bezoar?"
"A stomach of a goat. Sir." Harry forced out, using his occlumency to let no
emotion leak into his voice.
Snape sneered at Harry, "And what, pray tell, is the difference between
Monkshood and Wolvesbane?"
"None sir, they are the same plant also known as Aconite.”
Snape almost looked surprised at Harry’s answer. It was understandable, Aconite
was a class 2 plant and not used till NEWT level. Suspicious, Snape looked at
Harry and summoned his magic to do a wandless legilimens.
Deep inside Harry’s true mind, he smirked. This was what he had been waiting
for. Normally it was near impossible to invade a trained Occlumen’s mind as
they would instantly be alerted of the intrusion. However, if the subject were
to launch a legilimens attack of their own then they open a small gap in their
shields which allows them to transfer information from the victims mind into
their own. This gap is open for less than a second but that was enough for
Harry as he pushed magic into his left eye and used it to launch a slightly
different type of probe back into Snape’s mind through the gap that had just
been opened. Cutting the connection, Harry came back to reality and feigned a
slight headache, similar to those that happens to untrained people after a
legilimency attack.
"Hmpff, 5 points for you cheek Potter,” Snape spat out, “Well? Write this down”
Turning around, Snape waved his wand and instructions appeared on the black
board behind him. “Follow these instructions to create a colour changing
potion. The ingredients are in the cupboard at the back of the room. Well? GET
TO IT.”
Startled out of the mini contest between Potter and Snape, the class suddenly
came back to their senses and rushed to get the potion ingredients to start
their potion. As Harry continued with the class he mused about what had just
occurred. He had no intention of learning about potions the slow way. So when
Snape had performed legilimency on him, he pounced on the opportunity to take a
shortcut.
The legilimency probe Harry had launched back at Snape was one of Harry’s own
design. It was akin to that of a computer Trojan in that it sat in the victims
mind and gathered information. Harry knew he wouldn’t be able to get all the
information he wanted out of Snape in that 1 second window he had so he had
launched his special probe. The probe contained a part of Harry’s intelligence
and sat behind Snape’s barriers. There it sorted through Snape’s memories and
his skills and then using Harry’s intelligence, it decided what things it would
take back to Harry and what it would leave behind. The whole process would take
about 30 minutes for someone Snape’s age and that meant by the time the lesson
was finished, Harry could absorb the probe back and learn all he needed to
about Snape.
Quickly making his potion Harry waited for the lesson to end. Soon he heard the
bell ringing, signifying the end of the lesson. Picking up his potion he told
Hermione that he would take it to Snape.
Walking up to him after everyone else had left, Harry put on an arrogant smirk
on his face, as if he knew some big secret which he found funny. Seeing the
smirk on Harry’s face, Snape couldn’t help but take the bait and launched a
legilimency attack on Harry. Harry quickly used this opportunity to re-capture
the probe he had sent earlier using is left eye and quickly stored it in a safe
place in his real mind. He would sort through it later when he had some time.
Finding nothing in Harry’s mind, Snape pulled back his probe. “5 points for
your arrogant smirk Potter.” Snape said in a hateful voice.
“Sure thing Professor.” Was the contrasting cheerful reply back from Harry as
he walked out the door where Ron and Hermione were waiting for him.
“I’ve made up my mind, that guy is a genuine prick,” grouched Ron.
“He was seriously unprofessional. How they could hire a teacher like that… Gah!
I can’t even begin to wonder why they would hire him. And why did he hate you
so much Harry? Do you know him from somewhere?” Stated Hermione in a clipped
tone and with a slight frown.
“Never seen him before in my life. Best forget him for now and get on to DADA.
Hopefully that professor will be a bit better.” Mused Harry. Hurrying up they
went to the DADA classroom where the door was already opened. Seeing only a few
empty seats and none with three in a row, he quickly moved and sat next to the
pretty Asian he had met on the boat, Su Li.
“Hello Su, how are you today?” Harry greeted her as he sat down.
Slightly surprised that Harry remembered her name she answered back with a
small smile, “Pretty good so far Harry. How about yourself?”
“Not bad, though just had potions. That guy really seems to hate Gryffindor for
some reason, and in particular, me. The professor not here yet?” Harry
questioned her.
She giggled slightly as she answered, “No, he isn’t here yet. And yea, I’ve
heard stories about Snape. He seems to hate Gryffindor’s quite badly, must be
something to do with when he was at school.”
“Well with his sunny disposition I can’t imagine why people wouldn’t like him.”
Harry retorted sarcastically.
Su was about to reply back before the door opened and a person, who Harry
assumed was the defence professor, stepped in. Quite honestly Harry was
surprised. The man looked like he was scared of his own shadow and was glancing
around the room nervously. He was thin as a stick but Harry noticed that he was
giving off an enormous magical signature.
As the professor introduced himself in a stuttering voice Harry took the time
to observe the magical signature more closely. Pushing magic into his right
eye, Harry noticed that what he thought was one enormous magical signature was
actually two signatures that were in extreme close proximity. In fact, Harry
was fairly sure they were occupying the same body signifying a possession. It
was confusing though, the two signatures were very different in strength with
the larger one being almost 10 times as large as the smaller one. What was
confusing about it was that the smaller one was pulsing with a rhythm which
meant that it was the one in control of the body and also the one that
originally came with the body. Since the larger one was doing nothing to take
over this meant that Quirell had voluntarily allowed the possession. Harry
stored away this information so that he could think on it later as he realised
that the professor had finished his explanation and was now handing out tasks.
AN: Imagine him stuttering please.
“I want you all to pair up and practice the Stinging Hex. The incantation is
Fodio. Carry on till the end of the lesson. Once you have managed it, try
casting it soundlessly. Just imagine the word in your head while imagining how
the magic feels when you cast it.”
Quirking an eyebrow at Su, Harry asked her wordlessly. Smirking at him Su just
stated, “Nope. Ask me properly and I might think about it.”
Rolling his eyes at her Harry placed her hand between his, stared into her eyes
and in a solemn voice asked, “Miss Li. Would you please do this humble wizard
the pleasure of being his practice partner this lesson?”
She held out for a second before collapsing into giggles, “That was really
good! You should think about acting you know. In case the whole saving the
world from Dark Lords thing doesn’t work.”
“So that’s a yes I take it then?”
“Yes Mr Potter, it is. Now shall we continue? I believe the incantation was…
FODIO” She shouted while pointing her wand at Harry. It was only his occlumency
that saved him there from reacting instantly with a shield or a dodge. The
reward for this? A powerful sting on his left arse cheek.
“Youch! Could have warned me Su! I take it that it isn’t your first time?”
Yelped Harry as he massaged the area.
“Hehe, no. My mum uses it quite a lot to keep me in line. It’s the first spell
I learned when I got my practice wand. You?”
“Yea. My guardian was quite a hands on learner too. Made me learn it silent as
well and stung me whenever I failed.”
“Well, since we both can use it silently, what do you propose we do for the
rest of the lesson?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Pointing his wand at one of the Indian twins, he silently casted the spell.
“Ouch! Not so hard Lav! I think I’m gonna have a bruise there!” Harry grinned
at the sound and turned to Su who was watching.
“Now THAT, I a great idea,” she grinned and the rest of the ‘lesson’ was spent
sending out hexes to different people around the room. Once the class had
finished Harry bid farewell to Su and walked with the rest of the Gryffindors
to Charms.
After experiencing the last two professors Harry was thoroughly disillusioned
about the school and he was fervently hoping that charms was better. Luckily
his prayers were answered and the diminutive professor was an excitable wizard
who was very knowledgeable regarding charms. They didn’t do any practical work
but he went over the lesson structure and what was in the syllabus. All in all,
Harry enjoyed the lesson and even though he knew the majority of the charms
that were going to be taught in the year, he was looking forward to the extra
time he could use to do his own research.
Next was lunch and Harry told his friends that he was feeling slightly ill and
needed to take a small break. Crawling into bed after getting some food from
the house elves Harry allowed the probe he had sent to Snape’s mind to surface
again and started to dissect it.
An hour later Harry was left with a lot of memories that sent him into a
seething rage. It turned out that there was a prophecy made about him and
Riddle. Snape had overheard part of this prophecy and told it to Riddle, whom
he was serving. This was what had caused Riddle to attack Harry’s house when he
was a year old. He also found out why Snape hated Harry so much. Harry’s dad
had bullied Snape when they were kids and then went on to marry Lily who was
Snape’s childhood crush. The fact that Snape had transferred this hatred to
Harry showed him exactly how petty Snape was.
Another interesting piece of information he learned was that the Philosopher’s
Stone was being stored in Hogwarts. Reg had talked about this stone when he was
alive and had expressed his desire to study it. He wanted to know why the
philosopher stone was able to transmute lead into gold and give the user
prolonged life.
Looking at his watch, Harry saw that he had been here for an hour and a half
and that it was almost time for his next class. Getting up he waved his wand to
remove any crumples in his uniform and went downstairs towards the
transfiguration classroom. Entering it he saw that only Hermione had arrived so
far and made his way to sit beside her.
“Hello ‘Mione,” He huffed out as he sat down.
“Mione? Is that my new nickname now?” She asked with an arched eyebrow and a
challenging smirk.
“Yea, you know how it is with us blokes. We can’t annunciate too many syllables
around pretty girls.” He remarked with a roguish grin, drawing a blush from
her.
“Oh hush you. How are you anyway? Feeling better now?” She asked
“Yea much better. A little rest was all that I needed. Feeling fine now. Oh,
here comes the stampede.” Harry indicated to the door where a group of first
years entered noisily and took their seats. It wasn’t long before McGonagall
came in as well looking a bit flushed as if she had just been running.
“Good afternoon class. Unfortunately I cannot stay in class today as an
emergency has come up requiring the Headmaster’s attention. As a result I need
to take over for him as I am the deputy headmistress. So here is some work for
you on the board,” she waved her wand and writing appeared on the board,
“please answer all these questions as they will tell me where you are at with
transfiguration. Once you are finished, place the parchment on my desk and then
the enchantments on the door will allow you to leave. Oh and Mr Potter, your
appointment is postponed till tomorrow.” With that she turned around and
hurried out of the classroom in a brisk walk.
“Bloody hell, shes in a bit of a hurry ain’t she?” Came the bewildered response
from Ron.
“It looks like there are a lot of questions on the board. We might want to
start now if we want to leave in time for 5th period.” Came a slightly
concerned voice from a blonde girl with a fairly impressive chest. Lavender
Brown was her name, the partner of one of the indian twins from DADA.
“Lavender’s right. We should get started right away,” agreed Harry, getting a
wide smile from Lavender.
There were in fact a lot of questions and Harry managed to finish in time for
the bell. Getting up he headed alone towards the Astronomy tower for his
lesson. Seeing as it was on the other side of Hogwarts from Transfiguration, it
took him some time to get there and he ended up meeting with Su while going up
to the tower. The two were the last ones to arrive there and they quietly took
a seat with Harry sandwiched between Daphne and Su.
“Now that we are all here, let me introduce myself. My name in Aurora Sinistra
and I am currently one of the 3 experts in Astronomy in Britain. Astronomy is a
very useful subject with a wide range of uses. Most of those who finish
Hogwarts with 4th level Astronomy are offered jobs within the Department of
Mystery straight away upon graduation.” As Aurora was talking Harry took a
moment to observe her. She was about mid twenties with long black hair tied in
a bun, blue eyes and fair skin. A nice hourglass figure completed the look of
the very attractive witch.
“As you can probably see, there aren’t any stars to observe with the sun out so
our lessons will only be half an hour long. In these lessons we will go over
the theory on how heavenly object affect the magicks we cast. The second part
of the lesson is held at night in your own time. Before you go back today, take
a pass from me. These passes extend your curfew till 1am and allow access to
the Astronomy tower rooftop. We don’t have any tests or homework. All you need
to hand in is a research paper at the end of the year on a spell that you
believe is affected by the planets and how it is affected by them. Now follow
me and I will show you how to use the telescopes.” The rest of the lesson was
spent understanding the different aspects of the telescope and how to use them.
Saying goodbye to Daphne, Su and the bubbly red head Susan, Harry made his way
to the great hall for dinner and joined Hermione.
“How was astronomy Harry? Fun?” Questioned Hermione.
“Yea, fairly small class though. Only 6 people in the class including me and
I’m the only male,” smirked Harry.
“Oh? You aren’t afraid of taking a ‘girly’ class then?” Challenged Hermione
“As if! Any male would be lucky to be in my shoes right now. How about you?
Looked at any ancient runes lately?
“Hmm, I bet they would be indeed. And no, we just went over what we are going
to do for the rest of the year for now. Oooh! They have Shepherds pie!”
Soon they were all eating and conversing about mundane topics till it was time
to go back up to bed. Silently meditating, Harry once again waited for his
roommates to go to sleep before rising and donning his outfit, metamorph
disguise and disillusionment charm. He walked to the window and again went
through the routine of feather light charm and wind manipulation to jump into
the corridor of a deserted window. Quietly padding, he made his way to the
dungeons and stopped outside the Head of Slytherin House chambers.
Sending magic into his Gryffindor ring, he accessed the wards and navigated to
the schema he had installed earlier. Focussing on the room in front of him, he
deduced that there was only one person in said room which he assumed to be
Snape. Using the masonry charm once again, Harry entered his room through the
walls without setting off any of the wards on the door.
Creeping slowly, Harry entered Snape’s room and wandlessly petrified him and
transfigured him into a chess piece. Picking up the piece, Harry quickly re-
traced his steps outside the room and scurried along the corridor till he found
an unused room in the dungeons. Entering, Harry locked the door and set up
various wards to stop anything from escaping the room, including sound.
Wandlessly conjuring a chair with chains, he untransfigured Snape back to his
human form which was still petrified. By now Snape was awake and human
transfiguration can be very painful depending on the size difference between
the transfigured object and the human in question. With Snape being 5 foot 11
and the chess piece being barely 3 inches, Snape would have been under enormous
strain. Not that Harry cared of course.
Levitating him, Harry made Snape sit in the chair and had the chains wrap
around him before drawing his rune knife from his tattoo and squatting next to
him and ripping open his shirt. Snape’s eyes were wide open and trying
frantically to look down on his chest where Harry was preparing a rune but
alas, his petrification didn’t allow him to move his head.
AN: Interrogation scene. Skip if you want till the next AN.
“Don’t worry, this rune array isn’t harmful at all. At least not directly. See
what this does is, it blocks a person’s magic. Once this array is on you, you
will not even be able to cast a lumos unless I remove it. Oh, by the way, this
is a 7 layer rune. That means I will be going 7mm deep at the deepest point.
Since I can’t use any magic while doing this, that means no numbing charm for
you. I am told that this can hurt quite a bit, please don’t hesitate to scream
to relieve some pain if you wish.” Harry grinned maliciously at this, “Oh wait,
you can’t!” And with that, Harry started carving the rune into Snape’s chest.
Half an hour later, Harry was finished and he stepped back to admire his work.
Nodding to himself as he checked it out he activated the rune and took off the
petrification spell he had placed Snape under.
“GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHhhh haaaaah.. hah..hah..hah..” Snape panted noisily as the
spell was lifted from him, all the accumulated pain being released in one short
outburst. He tried to move his arms and legs but the chains held him firmly to
the chair. He started to thrash and hyperventilate till Harry stepped up and
backhanded him hard on the cheek.
Gathering what remained of his dignity, Snape hissed out “Who the hell are you
and what in the name of hell do you think you are doing?”
Harry looked a bit confused before he remembered his metamorph disguise.
Pulling the magic away from his ring, Harry allowed his appearance to be
restored.
“What? Pott-Potter? What the hell are you thinking? Let me out of this Potter
or I’ll have you in Azkaban, you hear me? Le-“
“Oh shut up Snivellus” Harry interrupted his rant. “What? You’re surprised I
know that name? You should know Snivellus, that when you use legilimency you
leave your mind open for a small window of time. I learned a lot from you, you
know? All your knowledge in the field of potions, enchantments and dark arts
are now mine. I also found a few interesting tidbits here and there. For
example, the fact that you owed my father, and by proxy me, a life debt. I
think I’ll collect on that now. What do you say?”
“Yes, anything. I’ll do it Potter. I’ll do anything you want Potter. Just let
me go.” By now it was dawning on Snape just how dire his situation looked. He
didn’t believe Potter was fully sane and Snape’s only priority at his point was
to get the hell away from him.
“I think you misunderstand me Snivellus, I was thinking about collecting your
life, not your debt. Now, I am a fair individual and I do believe that people
should be given a second chance AS LONG AS THEY ATONE FOR WHAT THEY HAVE DONE.”
Harry paced in front of Snape, “Now Snape, do you think that is fair? Do you
think I should let you go as long as you pay for all your misdoings?”
“Yes.. yes.. it’s fair. I should pay for all the wrongs I have done. I’m ready
for any punishment you want to give me.” Snape said in a haggard voice, the
lack of magic in his body making him more and more fatigued.
Pulling out a couple of weapons Harry waved them under Snape’s nose. “Do you
know what these are Snape? I’ll tell you. This here,” Harry held up a pistol,
“is a combination of the very best of muggle and magical innovation. This is a
Glock 22 with a conjuration rune carved in the chamber which conjures bullets
when I pull back the trigger. These bullets only last for 2 seconds but by that
time they have done their job and they disappear, leaving behind no trace.”
“Now this,” at this Harry held up the knife, “This is a knife that is coated in
a very potent potion. You might have heard of it. The Lacerandam potion,”
Snape’s eyes went wide open, “See! You do know it! Its commonly known as liquid
torture. Every cut from this knife will feel like a point blank Crucio.
Now. How shall I start? The knife seems crueller doesn’t it? Much more painful.
Tell you what. I’ll ask you a question and if you lie I’ll cut you with the
knife. If you tell me the truth your only punishment will be a shot from this
pistol. Also, you are only allowed to nod or shake your head. Or scream. I want
to hear some screams. No talking though. Or you won’t like what I’ll do to you.
Okay”
Snape nodded frantically and Harry wandlessly charmed his own ears to block out
loud noises before he proceeded with his first question. “Were you, at any
point, a death eater?”
Snape nods and closes his eyes tightly. Harry grinned and pressed the barrel
against Snape’s left kneecap and pulled the trigger. The sound of the gun was
deafening in the enclosed room and was only outdone by the sound of Snape’s
screams.
Not stopping, Harry proceeded with the next question, “Did you give away the
prophecy which doomed my parents to Voldemort?” Harry waited patiently for
Snape to stop screaming but after 20 seconds he grew impatient and pistol
whipped him in the jaw. “ANSWER ME YOU WORTHLESS BOTTOMFEEDER. DID YOU OR DID
YOU NOT GIVE THE PROHECY TO VOLDEMORT?”
“YES.. YES I DID.. PLEASE STOP.. PLEASE…”
“Tsk tsk Snape. Do you remember the rules? No talking. Only nodding or shaking
your head. You just talked. You know what this means right?” Harry slowly drew
the knife towards Snape who whimpered pathetically and tried to pull himself
away from the knife with no success. Putting the edge of the knife on his right
cheekbone, Harry slowly dragged it across his face, making sure to cut all the
way through his nose cartilage till he reached his left cheekbone. Throughout
this, Snape was screaming as the pain was absolutely horrendous due to the
potion.
“Now, I hope I don’t have to do that again Snape. So I’ll ask you one more
time. This time please make sure that you answer in the proper manner. Did you
or did you not give the prophesy that doomed my parents to Voldemort?”
Sobbing uncontrollably, Snape nodded. Smiling Harry put the gun to Snape’s
right knee and pulled the trigger. With only a strangled shout escaping Snape’s
mouth this time, the sound of the gun seemed louder than the last time.
“Good boy Snape. I had a lot more questions for you but it seems our time is
running short now. Don’t worry I’ll stick by my word and let you live, as long
as you make a wizard’s oath that you won’t reveal who did all this to you.
Would you like that?”
“Ye..yes.. yes… I ..Severus To-to-tobias Snape..  hereby state…. That I .. that
I  .. I will not… revv.. veal .. who did this to.. to .. to me. So mote it be.”
“So mote it be indeed Snivellus.” With a pulse of magic the oath was sealed and
Harry placed a silencing charm on Snape before vanishing the chair and the
wards.
AN: You can look now.
Snape screamed soundlessly as the chair vanished and he was dumped onto the
cold floor unforgivingly. Grabbing one of Snapes legs, Harry dragged Snape
along the floor towards his quarters while Snape rolled around and screamed in
agony due to the increased tension on his mangled knee.
Reaching the office, Harry conjured a rope which he tied around Snape’s wrists
and used a permanent sticking charm to attach it to the roof. Snape was now
hanging from the roof via a rope in front of his office. He was still awake but
delirious with pain. Nodding to himself Harry turned around and started to walk
away before pausing.
“By the way Snape, I gotta hand it to you. You invented some really good dark
spells. Especially that Sectum Sempra. Really nasty, but damn if it isn’t
effective. Oh well, see you later.”
Harry started walking away again before pausing one last time, “By the way
Snivellus, remember how I said I’ll let you live if you pay for your sins?” A
cold look crossed Harry’s face and his eyes hardened, “ I lied. SECTUM SEMPRA.”
Turning around Harry walked away, leaving Snape’s bisected body with blood and
organs flooding to the floor from his upper half and his face stretched in a
soundless scream of fear and pain.
AN: Man, is it bad if I enjoyed writing that? Oh well. Happy New Years in
advance to you all. Hope you had a great year and good luck for the next.
 
***** Aftermath and the daughter *****
AN:
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!
Sorry about the late update. I had gone out for New Years and just got back
yesterday which is why this chapter took so much time.
Serialkiller: Yea my bad. It was meant to be Sectumsempra but I was breaking it
up into parts to see what it actually meant in English. It stands for Sectum
Semper, or eternity cut. Basically it implies a cut from this will never heal.
But yea, I forgot to put it back together after I did that.
Guest: No there will be no slash in this. I don’t really like writing slash and
there are already a plethora of slash pairings in HP FanFiction that there is
no reason for me to jump on the bandwagon too.
Anyway, on with the story!
Harry was up and walking down towards the breakfast hall well before anyone in
his dorm had woken up. He doubted that anyone would be having breakfast this
early but he really wanted to see the results of his excursion from the night
before first hand. Walking into the great hall he noticed that it was empty of
teachers and students save for seven people sitting at the Gryffindor table.
Recognising a familiar face, Harry went and sat next to Katie, surprising her
slightly.
“Harry! What are you doing up so early? Its barely 5.30!” Katie asked.
“Force of habit to be honest. No matter how hard I try, my body thinks that 5am
is the perfect time to get out of bed. How about you? Whats your reason to be
up at this ungodly time?”
Pointing to a brunette guy sitting further down the table, Kate replied, “Him.
Oliver. He’s the devil I tell you. Waking us up at this time to go over tactics
for the game. Oh! You probably don’t know this but I play for the Gryffindor
Quidditch team. Chaser. These fine folk here,” she waved an arm to the rest of
the table, “make up the rest of my team. They are usually friendlier, just, you
know. 5 am.”
Grinning Harry nodded, “I’m sure they are. Hey, wha-“
Harry was cut off when a piercing shriek, which was soon joined by another trio
of screams, echoing through the great hall. Inwardly smirking, Harry froze
before looking at the rest of the table who were also frozen mid bite. As if by
signal, all eight of the Gryffindors got up as one and rushed towards the
dungeon entrance, where the sound originated from.
One of the Weasley twins reached the door first and threw it open before
freezing. The smell then hit them. An overpowering and humid blast, reeking of
metal and salt followed by the sickly stench of innards that made their
stomach’s rebel. Hearing the sound of retching reach him, Harry whirled around
and saw a strawberry blonde girl regurgitating her breakfast onto the floor
with Katie and the rest of the team making gagging sounds. Harry stepped
forward, past the twin, and shut the door, cutting off the source of the smell.
“ALL STUDENTS GO BACK TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS. ALL ACTIVITIES ARE CANCELLED UNTIL
FURTHER NOTICE. I REPEAT ALL STUDENTS GO BACK TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS.”
Dumbledore’s voice echoed through the hallways, some sort of magical intercom.
He had probably been alerted by one of the Slytherin students who heard the
screaming.
“I suggest we do as he says and go back to the common room. No doubt that the
other will be awake now and quite frankly I don’t want to be caught out at this
time. We will probably end up being asked too many questions regarding whatever
happened here.” Came the quiet voice of the blond girl who was throwing up
earlier.
“Alicia’s right. Lets go back team. And Potter.” Oliver added as an
afterthought.
Nodding, Harry looked over to Katie who was shivering. She was right behind
Harry and must have caught sight of the blood that was covering the floor of
the dungeon when Harry went to close the door. No doubt that in the scarce
morning light, it must have looked straight out of a nightmare.
Wrapping an arm around Katie’s shoulders, Harry started to lead her through the
hallway, back towards the Gryffindor Tower. Giving Harry a faint grateful
smile, Katie ducked her head into his chest while she tried to forget what she
had just seen.
Walking up to the Fat Lady’s portrait, Harry said in a clear voice, “Leonem
canit hac nocteí,”allowing the portrait to swing open. Alicia was in fact quite
right, as soon as the octet stepped into the room they were besieged by
questions. Harry quietly walked Katie over to one of her roommates that he had
seen her with earlier and handed Katie over to her while Oliver addressed the
common room.
“Before you all ask as to what happened, we don’t know. We were down eating
breakfast when we heard a few screams coming from the dungeon. We went over to
see and saw that the floor was covered in blood. We then heard Dumbledore’s
announcement and closed the door and came back. We don’t know anything else so
please do not bother us asking questions regarding it.”
“Quite right. As Mr Wood said, there will be no questions.” McGonagall had come
in to the common room through a previously unknown door, her face set in stone
and her voice steady as ever. “There will be a school wide meeting in the
quidditch pitch in 3 hours and attendance is compulsory. Till then you are not
to leave the common room under any circumstances. If you are found out of
bounds you will be SEVERLY punished. Am I understood?”
There was a general murmur of agreement throughout the room till Ron, not
realising the heaviness of the situation, piped up from the back, “What about
food?”
Giving Ron a stare which caused him to slowly pale, McGonagall replied “House
elves will be dropping your breakfasts off in your room. You may eat it there.”
With that she turned around and left through the same door where she came from
while Hermione berated Ron for not thinking with his head.
Harry calmly walked back up the stairs towards his room before crawling into
his bed and drawing the curtains. Once inside and safe from any eavesdroppers
due to the charms, he gave a wide, manic smile.
The rest of his roommates soon joined him. Seeing them come in Harry adopted a
blank expression, both to mask his true feelings and also to dissuade them from
asking him questions. Ron, by now, thankfully was aware that the situation was
quite grave and didn’t ask him any questions regarding what had happened. After
a very terse breakfast, everyone was ordered to come back to the common room.
Arriving there, Harry saw McGonagall looking quite shaken and flanked by two
men in robes. Harry attributed the change in expression from her early stoney
one to the fact that she now knew what had caused the alarm. “You will all form
two lines and follow these Aurors in an orderly fashion to the Quidditch
stadium. There will be no speaking. There will be no straying from the path.
Once you are all in the stadium, you may talk to whom you wish till the
headmaster arrives.”
The two Aurors then took half the students each and led them to the stadium
where the Slytherins were already waiting and looking quite pale. As soon as
they reached them, Harry saw Daphne sitting with a black haired girl. Ignoring
Ron’s attempts to talk to him, he quickly made his way to her and sat on the
bench next to her.
The dark haired girl sneered at him, “What are you doing here Potter? Shouldn’t
you be with your Gryffindor pals insulting Malfoy?”
Sure enough, Ron and Seamus were already trading insults with Malfoy and his
goons in the middle of the pitch. Looking at the rest of the pitch, he found
that half of Slytherin and Gryffidor were also on the pitch and were slowly
gearing up for an inter-house fight.
“Leave it Trace, Harry’s a friend.” Daphne quietly admonished her friend, “Hes
one of the few smart, unbiased lions there are.”
Harry gave her a small smile, “Thanks Daph.” Turning to her fried Harry
extended his hand, “Names Harry, and like Daphne here said, I’m above the
childish prejudice that seems to be abundant in Hogwarts.”
Cautiously shaking his hand, Tracey simply said, “Tracey Davies” before turning
and ignoring him completely.
“Sorry about her Harry, its been an eventful day for us so far,” Daphne smiled
at him apologetically.
Feigning ignorance, Harry put up a confused face, “What happened? I was at
breakfast earlier toaday when we heard a scream. We saw the blood on the floor
before we were asked to go back to our dorms.”
“Yes, that would be some the of the 3rd and 4th year girls who were going to
breakfast and saw the top half of bisected body on the floor. We don’t know who
it is though. Professor Dumbledore made us take a port key here instead of
going through the dungeons.” Daphne explained.
“It was Snape.” Whispered a very subdued Tracey.
“What!” Harry whipped his head around to look at her with a surprised
expression, not all of it fake.
“It must be him. He should have been the one to collect us from the common room
but it was Dumbledore instead. The whole of Slytherin is accounted for except
for him and we are the only ones in the dungeon.” With that she got up and left
the surprised duo and Harry was sure he saw tears in her eyes.
“I didn’t know Snape was that close to Slytherins…” Harry trailed off, staring
after Tracey.
“He isn’t. Despite what people may think, he doesn’t favour us that much. In
public he sticks up for us but in private, he is equally irritable to
Slytherins as he is to any other house. With the exception of Gryffindor.” She
added with a look at Harry’s sceptical face, “He REALLY hates you guys. I don’t
know why his death affected her that much though.”
By now all four houses had arrived and were seated. Dumbledore arrived with an
imposing looking woman in the middle of the pitch and addressed the crowd.
“I apologise for making you all come here while giving you so little
information. It seems that last night, the wards were breached by someone and
this individual committed murder on one of the staff. This morning, some
students discovered a corpse hanging from the roof of the dungeons near the
Slytherin common room. This body belonged to the late Potion Master Severus
Tobias Snape.” Gasps echoed throughout the crowd as the reason for the alarms
became clear. “As a result I have called the Department of Magical Law
Enforcement to deal with this. Now before I hand it over to Madam Amelia Bones,
I’d like to say a few words. There will be no classes today due to impending
investigations and strict curfews will be imposed on all students. This is for
your own safety. Until the investigation has run its course we will operate
under the assumption that the murderer is still here, in Hogwarts.
Now I know this is a very trying time for all students but I know that together
we can get through this. I ask you all to think of your fellow Slytherins in a
time like this and do your best to help them get over the loss of their Head of
House. I will now hand it over to Madam Bones and I expect you all to pay the
strictest attention to her.”
With this Dumbledore stepped back and allowed Madam Bones to take field. Harry
observed the square jawed witch and recalled her information from Reg’s book.
Amelia Susan Bones
The Bones are necromancers at heart. As one of the newer Head families, they do
not have a massive influence upon the decisions that are made by the
collective. They didn’t get to their position with money, they got there
through power. All Bones members are blessed with an extraordinary amount of
magic and a high deposition towards the Necronomic arts. While this does make
it harder for them to do normal spells, they are a terror on the battle field,
especially large scale wars where the boundary between the realms of life and
death are blurred heavily.
Amelia Bones is the last of two Bones, with the other being a child about your
age. The rest died during the first conflict with Riddle. She works as an Auror
but with her family’s influence I have no doubt she will rise quickly.
It seems Reg was right about the monocle wielding woman as she was now Head of
the DMLE. Harry focused his attention on her to see what she had to say.
“I will get straight to business” she began in a strong voice, “As Warlock
Dumbledore described, a murder was committed sometime between 10pm yesterday
and 5am today. It is highly unlikely that a student was the cause for the
murder, however, one must take into account all possible suspects. As Warlock
Dumbledore said, you will have strict curfews while the investigation is in
progress. You will be called one by one to answer a few questions during the
course of the day. I expect you all to co-operate fully with us or there will
be legal ramifications. That is all, thank you.”
With that she stepped back to let Dumbledore once again take stage.
“Thank you Madam Bones. That is all we wish to speak to you about today. You
may all go back to your common rooms and wait for your name to be called for
the questioning. Please follow the prefects straight back to your common rooms
now.”
“Well, I hope this investigation is over soon. I’ll see you later Daphne.” Said
Harry, getting up to follow his house back to the tower.
“See you later Harry, take care.” Replied Daphne.
As Harry joined his housemates, he was pulled aside by Ron and Hermione.
“Harry mate, what were you doing with that Slytherin? It must have been one of
them that offed Snape. They were the closest.” Ron whispered to him.
“Daphne is my friend Ron. I’d no sooner accuse her of killing anyone than I
would you, and quite frankly, WHO I make friends with is my own business. Now
if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to my bed and have a lie in till I’m
called up for questioning.” Snapped Harry.
“Be careful mate. Everyone in Slytherin is evil you know. Not a single light
wizard has come from there. Just be careful when talking to her is all I’m
saying. I know she’s hot, but you never know what a snake like her is
planning.” Replied Ron.
Seeing the growing tension between the two, Hermione quickly stepped in.
“Honestly Ron, not everyone in Slytherin is evil you know. Its prejudice just
like this that drives them to choose sides. And Harry, you spend a LOT of time
in your bed you know. If you keep going like this you are going to gain
weight.”
Grinning, Harry wrapped an arm around Hermione and pulled her close to him,
noting Ron’s rapidly reddening ears. Smirking inwardly at finding a new method
to torture the Weasley, Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and put it on his hard
abs while whispering in her ear, “Do you reckon I’m getting fat Mione? I work
out every morning to keep myself like this you know. If you don’t believe me
you’re welcome to join.”
Hermione just absently stroked his abs with her fingers for a bit before
putting up a shaky smirk, “Give me a t-time and a place Harry. I’ll come
supervise to make sure.”
Chuckling at Hermione’s attempt to tease him back, Harry just pulled her
closer, squeezing her for a moment before letting her go, “Come on, lets hurry
back. We can go over the transfiguration bit we were going to learn today.”
Blushing Hermione followed his increased pace while Ron sputtered behind, “W-
Work? What the hell Harry? We got time off mate. Why the hell do you wanna do
work? Harry? Harry! Wait up!”
Grinning Harry led Hermione up to the common room where they gathered with the
rest of the Gryffindors in front of McGonagall.
“We will call you up in order of years. So first years, step forward please.
This way, we will go to the transfiguration classroom and the interview will be
held in my office. Do not worry, I will be there with you to ensure fairness.”
The first years followed McGonagall to the transfiguration classroom while the
rest of the Gryffindors waited behind. Stepping up she called up Lavender Brown
and the busty blonde stepped up and followed McGonagall nervously. Harry made
small talk with the rest of the class and as time went on, the amount of people
in the class grew smaller and smaller until his name was called out.
Nodding to Ron, Dean and a sultry black haired witch, Romilda, Harry got up and
followed McGonagall back to her office. Seated inside the office was a tall
dark skinned Auror and Dumbledore.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining your questioning Mr Potter. I had hoped to
speak with you previously but alas, prior engagements kept calling me away.
Perhaps if you have time we can speak after this?”
“Of course headmaster. Anytime you want.” Harry replied.
“Very well Mr Potter. Sorry for the interruption Auror Shacklebolt. Please,
don’t let me keep you waiting any longer.”
“Thank you Warlock Dumbledore. Now Lord Potter, we require you to take
Veritaserum to fully remove you from our list of suspects. Normally we would
need the consent of your guardians but since you are an emancipated lord, you
too have the authority to give your consent.” Shacklebolt’s voice boomed out in
a deep tone.
Smiling Harry replied back, “Of course Auror Shacklebolt. You have my full
permission to use the serum as long as you keep your questions restrained to
the matter at hand.”
“Of course Lord Potter, please take a seat and drink this,” said Shacklebolt as
he handed harry a vial.
Taking a seat, Harry assimilated his fake mind and bought it to his forefront
so that the Veritaserum would only pull information from the fake mind.
Veritaserum wasn’t the holy grail of all interrogations as the majority of the
wizarding world seemed to believe. A sufficiently powered Occlumens could
easily fool it. Harry, while running magic though his brain circuits, was more
than a match for the power of the Veritaserum. Of course no one would expect a
16 year old to even know about occlumency let alone be a master of it.
Drinking the liquid, Harry allowed a hazy look to settle across his eyes to
show that the serum was working and signalling the Auror to start his
questioning.
“What is your full name and title?”
“Lord Harrison James Potter, Head of House Potter.”
“What was your relationship with one, Severus Tobias Snape?”
“He was my potions teacher.”
“What is your personal opinion of him?”
“I think he is a petty minded individual who was very biased towards his own
house.”
“Did you wish him harm?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He singled me out on my first day as Hogwarts and proceeded to attempt to
humiliate me in fron of my peers.”
“Did you kill Severus Snape?”
“No.”
“Would you have killed him if you had the chance?”
“No. I just wished for him to be humiliated. I wouldn’t wish death upon
anyone.”
“Where were you last night?”
“In my bed, sleeping.”
“Do you have any idea as to who was responsible for this murder?”
“None at all. I don’t know him well enough to make such a judgement.”
Giving him the antidote, Shacklebolt roused Harry back up from his ‘trance’.
“You are free to go Lord Potter. You have been cleared of all charges. Thank
you for your time.”
“Thank you Auror Shacklebolt. Where do you wish to have our meeting professor?”
Harry turned to the headmaster.
“Ah we can just use an unused class room next door. I shall see you later
Kingsley, Minerva. Best of luck to you both.” Dumbledore got up and led Harry
to a classroom to the side. Conjuring two chairs, he had them both seated
before he started his questioning.
“Now Mr Potter, you caused quite the stir when your relatives were found dead
and yourself missing you know.”
“You found my relatives dead professor? Don’t you mean just the singular? And
Reg only died last year, hardly enough time to cause a stir. Also I stayed in
Potter Manor the whole time.” Harry answered back with a confused tone of
voice.
“Reg? Ah of course, Reginald. Lily’s brother. He didn’t go to Hogwarts if I
remember.”
“Yes sir, he went to London’s Magical Academy before Voldemort destroyed it.”
“Ah of course, I’m glad to see you don’t have any trouble with his name my boy.
But no, I did not mean Reginald when I was referring to your dead relatives.
Though it is a sad thought that he has passed away also. No, I meant your
mother’s sister, Petunia. She and her family, husband and son, were found
murdered 11 years ago and you were missing. I was hoping you could perhaps shed
some light onto that.”
“I faintly recall living with a couple who had another baby but it is very
faint. I remember Reg came to take me from them and I do know that Reg had
another sister. But I didn’t know that they were dead. Reg wasn’t very social,
perverted yes, but he didn’t like developing relationships. What happened to
them professor? Did they catch the killer?”
“Ah yes, I remember Lily telling me stories regarding your uncles ‘interests’
quite well. And no Harry, I’m sorry to say that the case is still a mystery.
Now lets leave that story behind. There has been enough talk regarding death
today already. I believe you claimed your lordship. I wasn’t aware of this
until you attended Hogwarts I’m afraid. I did not see it in the announcements.”
“Yes Sir, I claimed it during my tenth birthday. I asked the goblins to keep it
quiet since I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I quite liked my quiet
years, away from the public eye. Reg said it helped me keep a clear head and
didn’t let my ego build up. Also it allowed us to live in Potter Manor.”
“I see, quite right my boy. Reg was very wise to keep you from the public eye.
Also I should remind you that we do not allow titles in Hogwarts so staff and
students will not refer to you as Lord. But I think you would be quite happy
regarding that anyway since you dislike the public eye. Have you given thought
to where you will be going at the end of the year Harry? I imagine it would be
quite lonely up in the manor all alone.”
“I haven’t given it any thought professor. Though I’m used to being alone. I
just keep myself busy.”
“I see you have taken up friendship with the young Mister Weasley. Perhaps you
can live with them for the summer?”
“Ah, I wouldn’t want to impose professor. I’m sure they are busy as it is with
seven children.”
“Nonsense my boy, they would be more than happy to have you with them. I
insist. It would be good for you.”
Bowing to his insistence since he wanted to spend as little time in the room
with him as possible, Harry allowed the headmaster this small victory, “Well if
it is ok with them then I guess its fine with me too. Is there anything else
professor?”
“Yes actually, you should go see Hagrid, our games keeper once the curfews are
lifted. I believe he has something of your parents to give you. Thats about it
Harry, you may go back to your room now. I guess I should also get back to my
work. Paperwork seems to the bane of all those in power. Good bye Harry.”
“Goodbye professor.” Replied Harry with a smile as he stepped out into the
corridor. The smile left his face as he walked back to Gryffindor tower. ‘It
makes no difference where I spend my holidays you old fossil. Weak minds can
easily be controlled and I doubt that a strong will is something the Weasleys
are in possession of. Enjoy what time you have in power Dumbledore, for it will
end sooner than you wish.’
Entering the common room Harry walked over to Ron and Hermione and took a seat.
“What took you so long mate? The second years are already on their way down to
the room now!” Asked Ron.
“Nothing, the headmaster just wanted to talk to me regarding where I will be
staying this summer. Looks like I will be visiting your house.” Replied Harry.
“AYE? That’s epic mate! We can play quidditch in the back. You haven’t flown
yet have you? Its awesome! Wait till you come over, I’ll teach you the ropes.”
Holding a hand up to forestall any more rambling, Harry said, “Not now Ron.
We’ll talk about it later. Mione, you ready to go study now?”
“Ah yes, I’m just going to change into something more comfortable. Meet you in
room 302?”
“Sure Mione, I’ll head there now.” Replied Harry.
“What? You were serious? Are you really going to do work no Harry? Harry?”
Harry ignored Ron as he walked towards the special study rooms that were
present off to the study rooms that were present to the side of the common
room. Walking up to the door, he keyed in his name and Hermione’s so as to not
allow them in and not allow anyone else to interrupt them.
Taking off his coat, Harry stood there in his undershirt and pants as he
surveyed the room. It was fairly big, thanks to expansion charms no doubt.
Harry started casting spells to make this room more hospitable to practical
casting. Cushion charms on the floor, walls and furniture as well as magic
draining and silence charms on the walls so people outside wouldn’t hear
anything from the inside and magic wouldn’t go past the walls. Lastly he cast a
heating charm around to encourage Hermione to not wear as much clothing inside.
So what if he had other motivations than just studying? He was 16 for Merlin’s
sake.
The sound of the door opening interrupted his musings as Hermione stepped into
the room. She was dressed in a tight white tanktop and a black flare skirt that
reached her knees.
“Woah its warm in here, good thing I didn’t wear my cloak. I hope you don’t
mind Harry, but I asked Katie to join us as well. I thought it would be a good
idea since she did this stuff last year and could help us out. Plus it seemed
like she needed to get her mind off things.”
Harry smiled at her, “No problem at all Mione, I’m glad you invited her. The
blood she saw this morning must have frightened her quite a bit. I’ll just add
her to the door list so she can enter the room as well.”
Hermione gasped as she realised what Katie had gone through in the morning, “Oh
my god! How could I forget! Katie was eating breakfast down there this morning.
Oh god I hope she’s okay.”
“I think its best we start practicing and when Katie comes she can join in. Its
best not to talk about it and get it off her mind. So, whats on the agenda
today?” Replied Harry as he closed the door behind him.
“Well, Professor Filtwick was going to start us on tickling charm, both with
the wand and wandless. Lets go with that, have you done it before?”
“Yup, I can do it with a wand but I haven’t got much practice with it. Can’t do
it wandless though. The incantation is Rictusempra” said Harry, pointing the
wand at Hermione.
Dissolving in a fit of laughter, Hermione sank to her knees holding her
stomach. The giggling subsided within seconds and Hermione got up with an evil
smirk on her face. “So that’s how you want to play is it? Fine!
Rictusempra!”She shouted pointing at Harry.
Wide eyed, Harry was barely able to duck the beam before Hermione was after
him. “Rictusempra! Rictusempra! Rictusempra! Rictusempra!”
Harry managed to dodge the quartet of spells but he lost his balance and landed
quite hard on his back after jumping over the last one. Wheezing, Harry tried
to catch his breath but before he was fully recovered, Hermione straddled his
stomach, pinning him to the floor and preventing all escape.
Hermione smirked down at Harry, “Well now, I guess its time for some payback Mr
Potter. Rictusempra!” she fired the spell at him, point blank and held it. As
Harry dissolved into laughter, he started squirming under her, both to break
the spell and to free himself. It was at this point that the door to the room
opened and Katie walked in. She stopped immediately at the door as she took in
the scene in front of her. During Harry’s struggles, Hermione had been pushed
back till she was sitting straight on top of his crotch. With Hermione wearing
a skirt, which had now settled and was covering their intimate parts, the scene
that Katie was looking at looked far more risqué than what it actually was. The
fact that they were both panting from exertion and Hermione had a hand on
Harry’s chest while his were laying on her upper thighs only added to the
picture.
Looking at Katie and then back at Hermione, Harry gave a grin. “Katie close the
door and come in. There plenty of room for you to join us.”
“ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!” Shrieked Hermione and Harry was glad that he had put
up a silence charm.
“Oh? And why are you so defensive?” Smirked Katie, who had by now caught on to
the reality of the situation as Harry still had his pants on. “From where I’m
standing it looks like you lot were having a lot of fun,” she grinned as she
came in and closed the door behind her.
“No no! We were just practicing the tickling charm!” Hermione defended as she
tried to rise up, “And th-“
“And then one thing led to another and here we are now!” Harry interrupted as
he pushed down on Hermione’s thighs to keep her from getting up.
“HARRY!” She shrieked, “Come on! Tell her there was nothing going on.”
Raising himself so he was now sitting with Hermione still straddling him,
facing him, Harry replied back with a hurt look on his face. “But Mione! I
thought what we had was special. There you were screaming my name just a few
minutes ago. And now you tell me that it was all nothing? Where did the love go
Mione?”
Katie just collapsed laughing at the sight of Hermione’s bright red face, “Ah
Harry, let her up. I think she’s gonna faint if you keep it up.”
Realising that they were both in on the joke, Hermione buried her face into
Harry’s neck to hide her embarrassment.
“Ah sorry Mione, though you gotta admit, it was pretty funny.” Apologised Harry
while stroking slow circles into her back.
“Whatever, anyway! Lets start. Katie, you said you could help us with the
charms?” Sniffed Hermione as she stood up, trying to get over her emmbarasment.
“Yea, there is a trick to it. Basically if you show one of the physical
symptoms of what you are casting, it helps with the intent part of the spell.”
Replied Katie. Soon they were all trying out different spells till they were
all exhausted and an elf had come past telling them to get ready for lunch.
Deciding to carry on with the spells tomorrow, they headed off to the shower
before grabbing lunch.
The rest of the day passed by quickly and by late evening, the Aurors were
leaving the school as they had interviewed everyone at Hogwarts. The suspect
was now considered to be a former student, someone who knew the secret
passageways of the school. By dinner time the announcement had come through
that classes will be returning to normal tomorrow and that Dumbledore will be
taking the potions class till a replacement could be found.
That night, Harry once again went down to the dungeon in disguise to have a
look around and make sure the changes he made to the wardstone were still
undiscovered and active. The Aurors had all left so there was no one to impede
his way as he made his way to the room that housed the wardstone. Casting a
diagnostic charm, Harry saw that none of the alarms on the doorway had been
renewed which meant the door hadn’t been opened recently. Quickly slipping
through the wall he once again check the stone to see his changes were still
there. Coming back into the corridor, Harry started to walk towards the exit
before he heard an almost silent spell being casted.
“Volantes Stipes (Flying Clubs)”
Whirling around, Harry saw a trio of wooden clubs flying at his head. Diving he
dodged two of them before casting Sectumsempra at the last club. He saw the
silhouette of a female body as she walked towards him, wand raised.
“That spell that you cast. The Eternity Cut from the Invisible Sword. An
invisible sword that makes a cut that cannot be healed. That was Snape’s own
spell. I can only assume that you interrogated him before you killed him.” The
familiar voice said as she crept closer and into the torch light. “Why?” It was
Tracey.
Knowing that she wouldn’t recognise him in his disguise, Harry answered back,
“Who was he to you? I haven’t seen anyone get worked up over his death yet.
Except for you. What was he to you?”
“He was my father. He made me hide my true name because he knew of the hate
people had for him.” She hissed. “Now answer my question. Why did you kill
him?”
“He annoyed me.” Came Harry’s abrupt response.
Tracey seemed taken aback. “A-annoyed you? That’s it? You killed a man just
because he annoyed you?”
“Yes, he was quite annoying. And greasy. Though I have to admit. I am surprised
that someone was actually able to stand a person as greasy as him and have sex
with him. I mean have you looked at him? Its like he has never heard of
shampoo.” Harry mocked in a nonchalant voice. “Oops, I meant he HAD never
heard. Past tense. Because I killed him. Because he was annoying.”
“You-you. I’ll fucking kill you! VIOLO (Rupture)” she screamed.
Dodging, Harry sent his own spell back at her, “Telum Glacias (Ice spear)”
Destroying the spear she sent a widespread stream of stunners at him which
Harry blocked using an anti-beam shield.
“Depulso (Banishing charm)” she shouted, pointing at Harry’s translucent
shield.
Since banishing worked like pushing an object, it was not cancelled by the
shield. Harry, along with his shield, flew backwards and into the wall, the
wand clattering from his hand.
Tracey was on him in seconds, brandishing a knife. Harry ducked the first swing
and found her knee heading straight for his face. Stars exploded in his vision
while Tracey took another swing at him, this time scoring a gash across his
left eye and popping his eyeball. As Harry staggered back, clutching at the
fluids that were leaking from his ruptured eye ball, Tracey followed him.
Sending knife swing after knife swing at him till his face and hand were
covered in blood due to him not having any depth perception to dodge.
Finally falling to the ground, he found Tracey straddling his chest. She pinned
his hands to the floor with her knees and dropped the knife. Now that Harry was
pinned, he was defenceless to stop her as she took punch after punch at his
face, turning it into a bloody pulp. The whole time she was attacking him, she
was screaming at the top of her lungs. Finally once his face was unrecognizable
from her beating, she once again picked up the knife.
“I don’t care who you are or what happens to me now. With this I will avenge my
father’s death you FUCKING BASTARD!” With that she brought the knife down into
Harry’s face, stabbing over and over till Harry stopped struggling, his face
filled with stab wounds. Looking around, she saw blood pooling around her,
covering her face and chest as well as the length of her arms. With a relieved
sigh, now that her father’s murderer was dead, she dropped the knife and sat
back with a smile.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
She froze.
Reality shattered like a pane of glass as she found herself standing where she
was before she started fighting.
There, standing in front of her was the boy she had just killed, his left eye
glowing.
“How… pathetic. Any skill you might have had was lost to your rage. All your
spells, all your attacks. They all failed because, immersed in your rage, you
never figured out that you were fighting an illusion. I want to see your
worthless face as I kill you. I want to see the hopelessness. The knowledge
that you didn’t make a single iota of difference. The knowledge that your
father’s killer will live on while. You. Die.”
SPLURT
Shakily looking down, Tracey saw a knife with a jagged edge thrust into her
stomach. Glancing back up into the eyes of her killer she just whispered a
single word. “Please.”
Harry sneered, “No,” and ripped the knife back out, watching as Tracey
collapsed on the ground with a helpless expression on her face. As he watched
the life fade out of her eyes, Harry took out his Kauri wand and vanished all
traces of blood. There was no collateral damage as Tracey had never fired any
spells, they were all a figment of her imagination during her stay in Harry’s
illusion. Transfiguring the corpse into a doll, Harry tucked her into his
pocket. He couldn’t afford another ministry enquiry at this moment. He didn’t
want Dumbledore to get jittery regarding the security of the Philosopher’s
stone. Harry’s plan was to steal it during the Christmas break when there were
less teachers around. Slightly skipping, Harry made his way back up to his bed.
It had been an eventful night. He had checked the wardstone, been attacked, got
to learn a nifty new spell: Violo. A piercing thrust of an invisible barbed
spear that was very accurate. And lastly, he had used his Hallucination Eye in
a battle situation. Nodding to himself he went back to bed. It had been a good
night.
AN: Kudos to those who get the Gryffindor password reference! Also, the updates
might slow down soon since I will be working and then restarting uni soon. But
I’ll try to update as often as I can!
***** On the tower with Daphne *****
AN:
Before I start, I should just clear this up.
Harry is like two different people. One is the person that grew up with reg to
be slightly emotionless and was brought up on tales of killing, murder and
betrayal.
The other Harry is the one he portrays to the public. The good guy etc.
So the one who killed Tracey was the earlier one. The one who doesn’t really
care about who he kills as to him all relationships are temporary.
Sakura Lisel: The reason he let Dumbledore talk him into spending the time at
the Weasley’s was because it suited Harry’s plans. More regarding this will be
revealed when Harry actually visits the Weasleys but its along the lines of
keeping your friends close and your enemies closer.
Eric: Regarding Snape’s “Interrogation” I should have been clearer. I put up
the tags ‘warning interrogation’ simply because it was a gruesome thing that
some people don’t like to read. I should have been clearer and described it
more as a confession session than an interrogation as that’s what it was. He
just made sure that Snape admitted to his wrongdoings against Harry.
WARNING: I have put a lemon in this chapter. Just watch for the tags.. there is
a lemon starts and a lemon ends tag for those who wish to skip it.
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The mood in the hall was fairly tense during breakfast. While not many people
had liked Snape, they were still fairly concerned that a professor, one who was
known to be a fairly good duelist, was killed right under their very noses, in
what is known as the safest place in Britain. The fact that they hadn’t been
given any more information since the interviews yesterday only added to the
tension and all the students were waiting for the morning mail to arrive with
the Daily Prophet. Almost everyone, even those who didn’t normally subscribe to
the Prophet had ordered one just for today to see what the development was.
Harry was sitting at the table eating breakfast with Hermione and Ron when the
first owl swept in. What followed could only be described as a cloud of
feathers. Hundreds of owls flooded the hall and for a full minute, all that
could be heard was the flapping of wings and a cacophony of hoots as they
jostled for position. Harry himself hadn’t ordered a paper and he leaned over
Hermione’s shoulder to see what the article said.
          PROFFESSOR AT HOGWARTS MURDERED UNDER CHIEF MUGWUMP’S NOSE
Yesterday morning, students from the Slytherin house at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry woke up to the bisected corpse of their Head of House
hanging from the ceiling. The professor mentioned is Professor Severus Tobias
Snape, the youngest Potion Master in Britain and the potions teacher at
Hogwarts.
Potion Master Snape had been bisected at the waist but what, perhaps, is more
horrifying is that he had been brutally tortured before his death. We spoke
with Head of DMLE, Madam Amelia Bones regarding the murder and she replied with
the following:
“We have launched an investigation into the murder and have questioned everyone
in Hogwarts with Veritaserum or Truth Compulsion. Be they student, house elf or
ghost. What we have found is rather unfortunate as there are no witnesses to
the crime. Nevertheless we are continuing the investigation by looking at his
past contacts.”
Not a very fruitful investigation it seems. We asked Headmaster Dumbledore some
questions regarding how the culprit got past what has been widely acknowledged
as the best wards in Britain but unfortunately he was not available for
comment. It looks like the Hogwart’s murderer is still at large and the
authorities don’t have any methods of stopping him or her any time soon.
If you have any information regarding the murder, please contact the DMLE as
soon as possible.
Related Articles:
How safe is Hogwarts really? A look into the protections it offers and
comparisons with other institutes of education. Page 3
Is Dumbledore perhaps too old for his many positions? Page 5
“They don’t say much but at least we know it wasn’t anyone in Hogwarts’” Harry
murmured into Hermione’s ear in a soft voice startling her.
“Wha-Yes. Of course.” Stuttered out a flustered Hermione, “Uh, well at least we
can all get back to proper studies now. It hasn’t even been a week yet!”
“I know. Hopefully the rest of the year will be less … eventful,” Harry agreed,
“What do we have next anyway... ooh look, our first flying lesson!”
“Oh no! I absolutely hate flying! If wizards and witches were meant to fly we
would have wings.”
“Aw come on Mione. I’ll help you with it.” Grinned Harry, “Trust me, you’ll
enjoy it.”
Hermione’s reply was cut off as Dumbledore stood up and addressed the hall.
“Students of Hogwarts. As you all know, our dear potions master, Professor
Snape, was unfairly taken from use 2 days ago. As I said yesterday, we must
stand united as a school if we are to overcome such a sad occurrence. For the
rest of the week, the banners in the great hall will be black to mark the
passing of one of our staff. I shall be taking up the position of Potions
Professor till we find a suitable replacement. I would also like to leave you
all with a warning, please remember that the murderer is still at large. If you
come across ANY information at all, please inform me of it right away. That
will be all for now, you may go to your classes.”
Harry grins and pulls up Hermione, “Well, let us go Mione! The sky awaits!”
Rushing out the door, Hermione followed with a whimper. They reach the grounds
and had their robes transfigured for outdoor use. They are soon joined by the
rest of the students who had flying in this slot as well. Since flying was a
subject that required more attention to be given to individuals, the classes
were mixed for all the houses and much smaller than normal.
Relaxing with the rest of the house, Harry patiently waits for the instructor
to arrive when he hear a familiar and irritating voice once again.
“Just watch me. My father says I’m a natural. I’ll be sure to get a place on
the house team.”
“While I’m glad you are confident Mr Malfoy,” The instructor’s voice pierced
through the babble of noise, “Go get your robes transfigured for flying use and
stop wasting my time.”
Blushing, Draco went to get his robes transfigured while the instructor turned
to address the rest of the students. “Welcome to your introductory flying
lesson. My name is Rolanda Hooch and I am your flying instructor. I am first
going to test to see if you are able to fly proficiently or not. If you are
good at flying, you may practice your flying as you like during my class and
will be allowed to bring your own brooms. If however you are not able to
complete my test satisfactorily then you will attend the lessons under me till
you are proficient in the air with a broom.”
Waving her wand she levitated hoops into the air at varying heights forming a
sort of path in the air that had twists, dips and rises. “This is the test you
will be going through, since Mr Malfoy is so confident in his ‘natural flying
abilities’ perhaps you should go first hmm?”
Watching Malfoy sputter, Harry decided that he quite liked Madam Hooch’s sharp
tongue. Malfoy moved to one of the brooms and grabbed it off the ground. That
one action alone was enough to let those who had flew know that Malfoy was once
again full of hot air. Kicking off, he went through the loops and managed to
get through a third of them before he went too wide and missed the next one
which was at a higher elevation. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and ordered him
back to the ground, which he did simply as he didn’t want to lose any more face
than he had.
Hooch grinned, “Well it seems that Mr Malfoy’s bragging has gotten the best of
him. Who would like to go next?”
Feeling like humiliating Malfoy a bit more, Harry raised his hand.
“Go ahead Mr Potter, give it your best shot.”
Walking to the line of brooms, Harry showed his experience by simply calling
the broom to his hand, like a faithful dog, with a simple mental command. He
wished he had eyes at the back of his head to see Malfoy’s reaction to his
broom summoning.
Mounting it, Harry kicked off and went through the course. He had already
calculated how quickly he should do this to be allowed to do his own flying yet
not draw too much attention. Twisting and turning, Harry basked in the freedom
that flight offered. Going through the last hoop, Harry poured on the speed and
came to a sliding stop next to his clapping class, sputtering Malfoy and a pale
Hermione, who had her eyes closed and was praying to Merlin.
“Very impressive show Mr Potter, I believe you are more than able to fly on
your own.” Turning to face the rest of the class, Madam Hooch addressed them
all, “Now THAT’S what natural talent looks like. Well? Who’s next?”
And so the class continued till it was the last person’s turn, Neville
Longbottom. He performed admirably, it must be said. However it wasn’t enough
as he was dismounted halfway through the course and evicted from his broom.
Luckily he wasn’t too far off the ground and ended up only breaking his wrist.
Madam Hooch rushed up to him and assessed the damage. “Nothing I can do about
it right now. I am going to have to take you to the infirmary. None of you are
to get off the grounds while I’m gone. Except you Mr Potter, you are allowed
to.” With that she levitated Neville and walked towards the castle.
Waiting for her to go out of sight, Draco picked up a small orb off the ground
where Neville fell and held it aloft. “Look what the tub of lard dropped. A
remembrall! Who the hell uses this bloody thing at this age!”
Dean stepped up towards Malfoy, “Give it back Malfoy, unless you want your face
pounded in. Your gorillas aren’t here to help you right now.”
Realising the truth in Dean’s statement, Draco just climbed aboard his broom
and kicked off. Hovering around 30 feet in the air he yelled down, “If you want
it so bad, why don’t you come up here and get it?”
Quickly focusing magic into his left eye, Harry tried to catch Malfoy’s eye. He
knew that since he was the only one allowed in air at this point, someone was
going to try to convince him that he should go up there. Luckily for him,
Malfoy turned to Harry to mock him next. Immediately, Harry sent feelings of
intense vertigo into Malfoy to avoid a direct confrontation.
“WH-What about you Potter? You did so well in the test. Maybe you should come
up here huh?”
“I doubt I will need to Malfoy, you look like you’re just about to fall off the
broom right now.”
Sneering, Malfoy tried to lower his broom but his senses were so out of order
that instead of gently lowering himself, he sent his broom into a dive.
-THUD-
Hermione buried her face into Harry’s chest at the sight in front of her. With
a dull crash, Malfoy had found himself on the ground. The problem was that his
broom had broken in half and his left leg had broken just above the knee. He
stared dully at his leg before letting out an ear piercing shriek.
Cringing at the sound, Harry let off a stunner at him, shutting him up. When
the class stared at him, Harry just shrugged and answered, “Less pain for him
this way,” before leading Hermione back towards the castle. The lesson was
clearly over and the rest of the students soon followed him as soon as a
furious Hooch arrived back.
Charms and Transfiguration were fairly non eventful though both the teachers
were very sombre. Even the normally cheerful Filtwick had a depressed
expression. They had been teaching with Snape for the last 10 years so it was
understandable that they were sad even if they didn’t like him too much. Soon
it was lunch time and Harry knew what Ron was going to complain about before he
even opened his mouth.
“Bloody hell! I would have paid to see his face when the ponce fell. I wish I
was in your flying class.” Whined Ron, “I haven’t even been able to fly yet.
Man, its so boring.”
“How was your Muggle Studies class Ron?” Apparently Hermione was also bored
with Ron’s whinging and tried to change the course of the conversation. “It was
your first class right?”
“Yea, was supposed to have one yesterday but Snape snuffed it so we had it
today.” Replied Ron ‘tactfully’, “It was alright aye. They don’t have much,
those muggles. We just learned about these things called muskets today. You
would think that since they are always fighting they might be better at it but
no, they use muskets which shoot one small metal ball before they have to
reload it which takes like half a minute. I recon a crossbow could do more
damage but I guess they like their small explosions, those muggles. Man. I’m
glad I’m a wizard. I don’t think I could live as a muggle.”
“Typical wizard propaganda. Show none of the advancements the muggles have made
to make sure that the wizards don’t leave the magical world. I’ll need to
change this.” Thought Harry as he contemplated what Ron said.
“Well, I’m glad you at least pay attention to what they are teaching you. I
half expected you to fall asleep. Well, time for next class. I’ll see you two
in the common rooms after the class.” Hermione said as she got up and walked
away.
“Well, you heard her. See you later mate.” Ron patted Harry on the back before
walking off to his class.
“Your red headed friend needs to learn manners,” A soft voice spoke up behind
Harry, “His mannerism on the table is quite atrocious.”
Turning around, Harry greeted the blonde teenager. “Hello Daphne, how are you?
And where is Tracey? I didn’t see her in my flying class today?”
“I’m very well thank you Harry. As for Tracey, she packed her bags and left in
the middle of the night it seems. Headmaster Dumbledore came to our dorm at
some ungodly hour and said that she had to go home due to some family
emergency. At least he had the decency to knock before coming in, from what
I’ve heard, Snape didn’t share the same views.”
“Dumbledore must have activated the presence wards around Hogwarts so he knows
when a life sign disappears. He must be trying to cover up that there has been
another death at Hogwarts. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Davies family no
longer exists or think they had sent their daughter to another school. Though I
wonder why Snape didn’t know that Tracey was his daughter.”Mused Harry.
“Well come on the Mr Potter. Astronomy awaits us.” With that she walked out of
the hall. Quickly packing and hurrying up, Harry caught up to her and started
to walk at a more sedate pace.
 Daphne suddenly spoke up, “Su is sick today. That means it will just be the
two of us on our bench you know.”
Grinning, Harry replied, “Why Daphne my dear, I wonder what you mean by that.
What could we possibly get up to in class?”
Daphne leaned in to Harry’s ear and whispered, “Oh I’m sure that you will find
something Mr Potter.” Reaching out with her tongue she gave his ear a little
lick causing him to shudder.
The faint sound of giggling reached his ear and he realised that he had been
standing still at the bottom of the stairs, letting his imagination run wild.
Blushing, he ran up the stairs catching up to Daphne who was trying her hardest
not to laugh.
“Oh man Harry, if I knew it was that easy to get one over you I would have done
it a long time ago.” Giggled out Daphne.
“Just wait till class Daphne. Then we’ll see who wins.” Promised Harry.
“Oh Mr Potter, don’t make a girl promises you can’t keep.” Grinned out Daphne,
“Now come on, we don’t want to be late.”
Soon they found themselves seated in class and the professor started lecturing
about the universe. Sneaking a glance at Daphne, Harry saw that she was just as
bored as he was with the lecture as most of it was basic stuff. Reaching down,
he rested his hand on her knee causing her to stiffen. She looked at Harry with
a raised eyebrow, as if daring him to take it further.
“You don’t have the balls Harry.” She whispered.
Grinning, Harry let his hand creep up her thigh, touching her bare skin as her
skirt went higher and higher with his fingers. Stopping midway up her thigh,
Harry let his hand rest, massaging her thigh muscles with the palm of his hand.
Throughout this, Daphne looked on ahead unperturbed but Harry’s sharp eyes
could see slight beads of sweat collecting on her temple.
Reaching back, he let his fingers trail the back of her knee as she bit her
bottom lip to stop from showing any other emotions. Deciding to up the ante,
Harry let his hand roam back up her thigh, crossing the mid thigh mark and
resting his fingers along her inner thigh, just inches from her crotch.
Harry left his fingers there to see how far Daphne wanted to go. Her face
didn’t betray much emotion but he could definitely feel the quiver of her thigh
muscles as she fought hard not to let her legs squirm around his hand. Sneaking
in a quick glance at her crotch, Harry saw that her skirt had bunched up around
her waist along the front and he caught a peek of her panties.
“It matches your eyes.”
“Huh?” Daphne was a bit confused by his seemingly random whisper.
“Your panties, they match your eyes.” He smiled back at her.
Flabbergasted at Harry’s blatant statement, she didn’t notice the Professor
Sinistra had turned to look at her.
“Miss Greengrass, if you could remove your eyes from Mr Potter, perhaps you can
explain to me how we know that the universe is expanding?” She asked, mush to
the rest of the class’s amusement.
“Uh, well. Its like this.” Started Daphne.
Sensing that this would be the perfect opportunity to ‘win’ so to speak, Harry,
quickly flicked his fingers back up and let them brush against her panty clad
lips.
“-an- and because they are moving away from us at-“
Harry had to admire her, she had only let one slipup show in her speech. Her
legs though were a different story and seemed to be working against her. She
had given up the resistance of holding her legs open and had clasped her thighs
around his hand and was rubbing her thighs together, trying to make his hand
come in contact with her lower lips.
Deciding to have some fun, Harry pushed his hand further up and started
stroking her under the table. He didn’t go past her underwear but in his
opinion, they just added to the friction. Rubbing her vaginal lips, Harry moved
his fingers upwards till he found a little nub which he pinched lightly.
“-sooooh we know its expanding.” Finished Daphne.
THAT certainly got a reaction from her. Of the slight moan that broke through
her speech wasn’t enough, the fact that her thighs had suddenly locked up and
crushed his hand added credence.
Seeing that Daphne still wasn’t stopping him, Harry waited till the attention
was off them before continuing. Sending a bit of magic to his fingers, Harry
started to vibrate them at high speeds. Pressing his fingers to her clit sent
visible shocks through her and Harry was once again very glad they were sitting
in the back. Deciding to go a bit further just for that final stretch, Harry
allowed his vibrating fingers to penetrate her slightly through her panties.
This was enough as her thigh clenched painfully around his hands and she sent
one hand to his thigh which she squeezed hard. Gritting her teeth, she only
allowed a small whimper to escape her as she collapsed slightly on her desk,
panting.
Harry allowed a smirk to grace his face as he brought up his slightly wet
fingers to his lips, and under Daphne’s stare, sucked on them slightly. Soon
the bell rang and Harry got up from the desk. Giving Daphne, who was still
slumped on her desk, a peck on the cheek, Harry walked off to his dorm with a
smirk on his face. Oh yes, he had definitely won this encounter.
His smirk lasted all the way through dinner, much to the confusion of his
friends. After dinner, Harry found himself walking down the path to Hagrid’s
hut with Hermione and Ron.
“Why are we here again mate?” Asked Ron.
“Honestly Ron, Harry has already explained it before. If you weren’t so busy
stuffing your face in then maybe you would know by now.” Chastised Hermione.
Harry could see Ron’s ears turning red and cut in before he managed to ruin
Harry’s good mood. “He has some stuff to give me. Apparently my parents
entrusted him with some things that he could pass on to me when I came to
school. We are just going to see him now. He’s the guy who took us on the boats
when we first came to Hogwarts.”
“Blimey, that guy was huge! Do you reckon he has any giant in him?” Ron asked
with a confused look on his face.
“Doesn’t matter if he does Ron. You will NOT be asking him that. It’s
considered rude.” Hermione scowled at him.
“Yea yea, I know. Bloody hell woman.” Ron grumbled. Harry was saved from having
to listen to any more of his whinging as they had reached the Gameskeeper’s
hut.
Knocking on the door, Harry waited for someone to answer. They didn’t have to
wait for long as a giant shape opened the door for them and beamed down with a
large smile.
“Ah you must be Harry! Dumbledore old me you were coming. We met ‘fore ya know.
When I dropped you off at your aunts. You were like a year old that time. Who
your friends Harry?” Hagrid spoke in a booming voice down at the three.
“Nice to meet you Hagrid. These are two of my friends who came with me. Not a
good time to be walking alone at night these days.”
“Ah ye. Too true. Horrible stuff that, Snape dying and all. Don’t worry though.
Dumbledore will find the murderer. Great man that, Dumbledore. Ah! Where are me
manners. Come in, come in you three. Be getting colder these days. Come sit by
the fire.” Hagrid gestured the three to come in as he threw a few more logs
into the fire, causing it to roar more brightly. “Yea, like I said. Dumbledore
told me you were coming for the box. Pulled it out from storage ere. Weird box
though, no lock on it but none of us can open it. Ere, yours anyway. You give
it a go.” He thrust a small box shaped like a treasure chest into Harry’s arms.
It was about the size of a lunch box and was made of dark brown, almost black,
wood. As Harry was looking over the box, Hermione decided to break the silence
by pointing to a newspaper clipping on Hagrid’s table that she had been
reading.
“Wow! Look at this! Someone actually managed to break into Gringotts!”
exclaimed Hermione in a disbelieving tone.
“Yuh, twas lucky that I managed to clear the vault before the break in. Reckon
Dumbledore was happy too since he gave me the clipping to frame. Good bit a
luck aye!” Grinned Hagrid.
“Mental, whoever it was. What was in that vault that was so valuable that they
would risk breaking into Gringotts for it? Those goblins are downright scary.”
Grouched Ron, though he had a greedy look on his face when he thought of what
could have been in the vault.
“That’s a secret that is. Whatever it was, it’s between Dumbledore n his friend
Nicholas Flamel-“
“Nicholas Flamel? I know that name! Where did I read it.. Hmm” Mused Hermione.
“Never ya mind! I said too much already. What happened between the two doesn’t
matter. Now I gotta go clean the Hippogryffs, off with ya. Ya can come back at
some other time for tea but forget what I said ‘fore. Its important Hogwarts
business it is.” Hagrid got up, and showed the three the door. As he was
following him, Harry decided that either Hagrid was the worst secret keeper
alive or he was the best actor he had ever seen. Either way, it was obvious
that this was the reason that Dumbledore wanted him to meet Hagrid, not the box
or anything else. This. He had probably planned to make him curious about the
stone, which a bit of research would show, was made by Dumbles and Flamel.
Harry would wait and see where this led to, though he still planned to steal
the stone during the Christmas holidays.
Walking back to the common rooms, Harry’s mind went to the strange box that his
parents had left him. First of all, why had they left it with Hagrid of all
people? Next, why place so many protections on it? He had analysed the box when
he was in Hagrid’s hut and could see that it was covered in runes, most of them
locked underneath a triangle scheme made by the first three runes. The first
three runes on it were the shrinking rune, the blood rune and the freedom rune.
From what he could see, this meant that he would need to willingly give his
blood to unlock the shrinking rune. He would do it in private though, he had no
idea how powerful the shrinking rune was and therefore didn’t know how much the
box would grow.
Soon he found himself walking back up to the astronomy tower at 11pm, though
this time it was so he could observe the stars for his astronomy project.
He soon lost himself in the stars, which he was noting down and cataloguing as
to which ones were useful to his project and which ones weren’t. If this
project worked, then he was sure that his fame would reach very very great
heights, making it easier to control the masses. He was so occupied in his task
that he didn’t notice someone coming up the stairs till he felt arms wrapped
around him and two soft mounds press against his back.
 
LEMON STARTS
 
“That was mean you know. Just leaving me like that.” Daphne whispered to him as
she moulded herself to his back.
“You asked for it my dear Daphne. You should know better than to challenge the
great Harry Potter, defeater of Voldemort.”
Daphne shuddered at his name, which of course felt amazing to Harry as she was
currently pressed up against him. “You should know Mr Potter,” her hand went
south and pressed on his rapidly hardening crotch, “That I always get my
revenge.”
“I was hoping that was the case Miss Greengrass. I was looking forward to it in
fact.” Grinned Harry.
“Well in that case, let’s stop wasting time Mr Potter. It’s payback time.” With
that she turned him around and pressed her lips against his.
Flicking his tongue across her lips, asking for permission, the two were soon
involved in a duel of a most pleasurable kind. Skimming his right hand down the
back of her body, Harry traced the arch of her back and down to the majestic
curve of her ass. Squeezing his hand on her rump, he felt her moan into his
mouth. Bringing his other hand down he began to slowly massage her ass cheeks
through her skirt and discovered, to his pleasure, that she wasn’t wearing any
underwear.
He must have given some sort of indication because Daphne unlocked her lips for
a second and moaned out, “It would only get in the way,” before lowering her
head and nibbling at the junction of his neck and shoulders. Harry gasped in
pleasure and ground his crotch into her core.
Harry’s eyes widened as Daphne grabbed his hands away from her ass and pushed
him against the wall. Grabbing her wand, she vanished his pants and underwear
before murmuring a contraceptive charm over herself. Daphne began to forcefully
kiss him as she raised her knee and rubbed it against his hardened tool making
him moan. Feeling like the situation was getting out of hand, Harry hitched up
Daphne’s skirt and grabbed her bare ass. Pushing against her, Harry leaned her
against the battlements that adorned the tower top.
Looking back, Daphne could see that she had a very long way down if she fell.
For some reason, instead of scaring her, this just aroused her further. The
danger of getting caught and the danger of falling were just getting her more
excited.
“Fuck this kissing and grinding. Fuck me Potter. Here and now.” She bit out as
she spread her legs open and wrapped one leg around him.
Harry was slightly stunned at her change in tone but dismissed it to being due
to lust. It didn’t matter anyway. There were more important things in hand. Her
ass cheeks to be precise. Deciding not to prolong it any longer, he slowly
entered his length into Daphne’s pussy making her emit a long drawn out moan as
she felt his length inside her. Lifting her by the ass, he allowed Daphne to
wrap her other leg around him. Daphne’s lower back was now leaning against the
top of the battlements while her legs were wrapped tightly around Harry’s waist
as she enjoyed the feel of his length inside her. She gave a prayer of thanks
to whoever cast a cushioning charm on the battlements before she started
thrusting against Harry.
Harry began matching her thrust for thrust before they started to pick up the
speed. Soon Harry was thrusting into her so hard that if it weren’t for the
tight grip Daphne’s legs had around his waist, she would have been thrown off
the tower.
A teacher could have come up to them at this point and they wouldn’t have
cared. They were too busy fucking each other’s brains out and paying no
attention to anything else. Soon enough, with a grunt and a moan, they both
came at the same time. Harry’s knees collapsed beneath him and he ended up on
the hard floor with Daphne still straddling him.
They were both basking in the afterglow and panting with exertion. Daphne
seemed to collect herself and she leaned down to capture Harry in another
steaming kiss.
“That was wonderful Mr Potter.” She said as she rose off him, allowing his dick
to pop out of her folds. “We should do this again sometime. For now though,
goodnight.”
 
LEMON ENDS
 
Nodding to her, Harry spent a few more minutes on the ground before he too
rose. Conjuring a pair of pants, he put them on before walking down to the
common room, whistling to himself. He could continue his search of Hogwarts
tomorrow, right now he just felt like going to bed.
 
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AN:
Well, that’s my first lemon ever. Tell me what you think of it.
Also, check out my other story. Kill it with Fire! It’s a one shot that you all
might like.
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