A/N: woo! Second chapter. I was really hoping to get a better response off this being as I have NEVER seen a Salazar/Harry fic… sighs maybe this chapter?
I would though, like to thank my only reviewer: Bella Snape - I will try to keep the mobs at bay as often as possible!
A few warnings about this before I go any further. Dumbledore will be OOC because I like him as a kooky old man and ifind him funny. Sirius will be alive (I will never forgive for that!). and of course Harry is gonna be OOC because that's how I want him to be. There will be no HBP spoilers and probably should be considered AU.
No idea if I did this last chapter or not, but I usually forget so don't be surprised if you only see this once.
I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING RELATED.
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Chapter Two:
Well…isn't this interesting…
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If one had decided to check in on the history class at the present moment, they would find it to be in absolute shambles and a calm- but slightly grinning- Harry Potter standing in front of a group of thirty dusty gaping students. The usually black, green, silver, and gold history room was now covered in white dust and several pieces from a rock that had just been blown apart.
"And that class, is the spell goblins used the most to create the vaults of Gringotts." He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Of course you have to take into account that the spell was controlled and sadly it was only a rather small bolder I was blowing up, but you get the idea I'm sure. And then you must take into account the fine details it would take to finish the vault, clean-up, detail to shape, that sort of rot." He finished with a smirk curling his lips.
"BLODDY BRILIANT!" a boy yelled suddenly from the back.
Grinning at his class he started talking once more. "For homework my dears," he started, ignoring the groans of the students that surrounded him, "I want you to practice the spell." A bunch of his students started laughing very quietly, rubbing their hands with glee. "Outside- I've taken the liberty of setting up an area where you can practice- and write me one foot about how hard it is to perform, control, why this would be a useful curse while building with stone, and whatever else you find out." He finished, grinning with the rest of his students. "Do me a favor though, and don't blow up the castle. I rather like him and he wishes not have missing corridors." Harry told them quickly, patting a near-by wall with a fond smile.
Most students never even batted an eyelash anymore. This was normal for the odd man that was their teacher. But he was the coolest teacher any of them had. Not to mention he was damn funny if one caught him in the right mood. But one student in his present class- who never seemed to be able to get over how odd her professor was- raised her hand. "What do you mean 'He'?" she asked doubtfully.
"Huh?" Harry asked from by the wall- still petting it and grinning. "Hogwarts. He's a he." He smirked at the irritated snort the girl released.
"Hogwarts is a centuries old pile of rock held together with magic."
Harry gapped at the girl. "You insult my good friend!" he whined at her. "I will have you know, that Hogwarts is sentient and is a he!" he told her. "Now, be good children and scram." He told them, flicking a finger at the door just as the bell rang. "Don't forget your homework or you get detention with me. I don't think you want that. Ask the last person that had detention with me," he trailed off with a menacing smirk exposing white teeth from beneath blackened lips as the brats scurried out of his class.
"I must say Harry, that was an interesting lesson you just went over." A voice chuckled from the door. "Are you sure you want to let them loose without proper supervision to practice that spell?" Albus asked as he wandered over to Harry's desk, plucking a candy from the large bowl that was always on it.
Harry grinned at Albus, waving a hand around the classroom, instantly removing white dust and small pieces of rock from the black walls and the silver floor. Once the mess was gone, you could truly see what he had done with the room and it was magnificent. Gold candles and gold candle brackets lined the walls with a large green rune between each bracket. "I must say Albus, if they blow themselves up, it is not my fault." He mumbled as he wandered over to his desk, kicking his feet up after he sat.
"Now Harry, that is hardly the attitude to look at this with," Albus started.
"The spell doesn't work on human limbs. So they won't be going about blowing up each other or themselves. Crisis averted. Happy now?" he growled as he snatched his candy bowl away from the grasping hands of the aged man in front of him. "Get your own," he pouted childishly as the old man continued to try and get another piece of candy from the bowl.
"I knew you wouldn't leave them with something to dangerous," the old man grinned, finally pulling his hands away from the gold bowl that was being protected by his history professor. "We are in need of a substitute teacher in potions today if you wouldn't mind." Albus said.
"Where's Sevvie and why me?" Harry immediately asked, lips twisted in a suspicious frown, cheeks packed with sweets, giving the effect of a child about to throw a temper tantrum.
Stifling a laugh at his favorite professor, Albus started rather shakily, still trying not to laugh. "First, you know Severus detests that name. Second, he has to go to a meeting that Lucius called and cannot skip it. Third, you are just as good at potions as Severus is. I'm amazed you two still can't along even with that as common ground between the two of you."
Harry snorted and quickly swallowed his sweets. "I suppose I can. What houses, what year?" he demanded.
"Second year Gryffindors and Slytherins." Albus grinned at the groan the small man before him released.
"I don't suppose I can say 'no'?"
"Well, I suppose you can. But I've already informed the students who their substitute was going to be."
"Damn,"
"Language Harry."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there. When does it start?"
The bell rang loudly from the hall. "Now I do believe."
"I hate you old man!" he hissed as he got up and ran out the door.
"I love you too my boy," he chuckled. He then let a disappointed pout settle upon his lips when he realized Harry had taken his candy bowl with him.
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"NO, NO, NO!" Harry yelled quickly as he dashed towards a bubbling cauldron in front of a terrified second year student. "You moron! Are you trying to blow the class up?" he barked after the crises had been averted. "Start over and follow the damn directions. Those are put there for you to use. Not for my own amusement." He barked as he pointed at the board covered in his script.
Going up to his desk with a frown on his face he grabbed a candy out of his bowl. "I hate second years. They've had enough schooling to think they're real wizards and they blow stuff up." He growled around a jawbreaker.
"Professor!" a voice yelped.
Harry had time enough to turn around and stare in horror at a Slytherin girl and her partner's cauldron right behind him and cover the cauldron with his body before it blew. Scalding red liquid covered him ripping a screech of pain from his throat. After all was over, Harry lay on the floor stunned from the blast, red potion dripping into his eyes and mouth, soaking into his skin. "Fuck," he breathed deeply for a moment, darkness encroaching upon his vision. "Is everyone ok?" he groaned from where he lay.
"We're fine sir," a terrified voice whispered.
"Someone go get Madam Pomfrey," he managed to say before he drifted off into darkness.
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"Of all the moronic things!" an angry voice yelled as Harry was coming to. "The moron couldn't cast a spell! NO! He had to jump on the damn thing!" Harry recognized the voice as Poppy's and felt her wand prodding him at odd points.
"No time and I couldn't think of a spell fast enough," he croaked out.
"Don't talk! You swallowed and absorbed a lot of that potion before I could get you up here. I've no idea what the potion was, what its' properties are, and what it can do! No talking, very little movement! Got it?"
Knowing better that to answer, Harry closes his eyes, resigned to his fate of being stuck in the hospital wing for two weeks. Feeling Poppy continue to poke and prod him with her wand and fingers was quickly annoying him though.
"Heal me and stop poking me!" he finally choked out weakly.
Clucking angrily about him not being patient, she finally agreed when Harry started to move to get up. "Stay still."
Breathing a sigh of relief Harry listened as she spoke a healing charm. Feeling it collide with his body though, he wondered if Poppy was going to kill him for being in the hospital wing so often. Another scream of pain was torn from his throat as he felt himself being tugged inward from his navel.
"HARRY!" Poppy screeched when she heard his pain filled scream. She watched with horror covering her face as Harry suddenly disappeared, almost like he had touched a portkey. "ALBUS!" she screamed before she fainted.
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Harry felt himself thrown to the ground and lay there, his battered body limp as he tried to orient himself. "Shit, what happened?" he mumbled. Finally coming to his senses, he noticed he was outside. Turning his head gently, hissing in pain at the movement he found himself outside of Hogwarts. Stunned, he reached out with his mind to his old friend Hogwarts. What startled him was he found not a centuries old castle, but a five-year-old one. "This is…interesting…" he mumbled. "No!" he rasped out suddenly. But it was to late. The castle had already told someone else that someone was outside who could talk to it. "Damn, damn, damn! Get up Potter. Come on," he tried getting up. Finally succeeding on reaching his hands and knees he suddenly felt something sharp and cold held against his neck.
"Who are you, what do you want, and how did you get here?" a wary voice demanded.
Closing his eyes, Harry continued to try and stand only to feel a booted foot roughly shove him over on his side. Hissing a pain filled curse word in parsletounge he lay there panting.
"How?" a voice immediately demanded from behind. "You should not be able to do that!"
"What?" Harry asked groggily. Looking up from where he was sprawled on his back he registered the surprised looks from all four people looking at the state he was in and the fact that he was staring at the founders. "Well…isn't this interesting…" he mumbled before allowing a healing darkness to catch him.
A/N: wow. That was long…I hope to be able to update this again next week. Once again mentioning my challenge I issued previous chapter, you're still welcome to do it. And please drop a review for me. I like to hear from my readers.
