Author's Note: Hey folks, I am in the process of figuring out how to normalize the amount of time between postings so bear with me. At my current rate, and as this is my first fan fiction, I've got no clue whatsoever on my turnaround time. Just wanted to say thank you to the people that are following my little tale and I hope you enjoy seeing it unfold.
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Chapter Two: The Room and Requirements
Harry woke to the sound of his dorm mates snoring heavily, Ron in particular sounding as though he was sawing logs. He casually cast tempus after reaching for the holly and phoenix feather wand that had served him so well. It was roughly half past six in the morning, as good a time as any to begin strengthening his young body anew. Rummaging through his trunk and donning a simple T-shirt, pair of jogging pants, and trainers before heading down to the common room.
The common room was completely silent, the only thing stirring aside from Harry was the rat. Peter Pettigrew, the betrayer of his family and friends, was nibbling on discarded pieces of chocolate frogs in his animagus form. Maybe I should look into the animagus transformation as well. Oh I hope I can become a predatory animal so the rat will be easily tracked. Pushing revenge from his thoughts, Harry left through the portrait hole and looked for the terrible tapestry that marked the entrance to the room of requirement.
Pacing back and forth he thought, I need a place to strengthen by body. The door that formed on his third pass could pass for the door to any other classroom throughout the castle. Opening the door revealed what looked to be an indoor track with a furnished weight room. This is perfect! Setting out to establish his base level of fitness Harry ran for nearly an hour before using the very aged looking weights to test the strength of his upper body. He felt hours pass and finally his stomach ached so badly he drew his wand and cast tempus once more. The silver numbers indicated that it was thirteen past nine. Cursing Harry ran from the room of requirement and down to the great hall to catch the end of breakfast.
Eyes darted to him as he entered the hall in his damp muggle clothing. He took a seat at the very end of the Gryffindor table near the entrance to the great hall. Piling eggs, bacon, toast, and jam onto his plate and pulling a pitcher of milk to him Harry began to devour the food like he hadn't eaten in years. The staring eyes had bothered him his first go around but now they only made him wish to crush Tom in front of their judgmental gaze to prove he was too strong to be messed with. His body needed time to catch up now though, he had the magical power to crush most opponents, yet if it was down to him dodging or enduring an onslaught of spells he would fail for all his magical strength.
Luna and Neville deposited themselves on either side of him. The blonde turned to him immediately. "Harry, why are you drenched?" As he met her eyes he still saw gratitude and admiration in them, but curiosity had gotten the better of her.
"I decided to go for a run around the black lake this morning and lost track of time." He felt a pang of guilt deceiving her but he would correct it when they were alone. "How was your first night as a Gryffindor Luna?"
"It was very enjoyable. Ginny was quite defensive when I was asked about my ear rings." the smile that touched her lips was matched easily by Harry's. If Ginny was as much like Mrs. Weasley as he remembered, there was a first year girl that would be skittering around her for a week at least.
"She takes after the twins I think," Neville pondered. "Why were you asleep so early last night Harry? When we all got to the dorm Ron was out and you at least had your curtains drawn." There was honest curiosity in Neville's voice.
"I learned over the summer that if I clear my mind every night and before I perform magic that I'm more successful." He hoped the boy would take his hint to begin the first steps of occlumency training. "It leads to deep and nearly dreamless sleep."
"Oh, really? Maybe that's why my spells never work," Neville looked down into his lap when speaking of his failure at most spells. The young wizard would have much greater success with magic if he had the intent and a wand that matched him better. It had taken him until his fifth year at Hogwarts to find out that Neville wielded his father's old wand.
"You have trouble with your magic because you expect yourself to fail before you begin." Hermione had shown up at the end of the table with all the books she owned in her bag. "And I have your schedule here Harry. Professor McGonagall gave it to me when you didn't show up." She handed Harry his schedule, which he briefly looked over before returning his attention to his eggs.
As soon as Harry had finished with his toast and jam every crumb disappeared from every plate and platter. Now that the food had gone Ron sidled up to them holding his stained schedule, "looks like its double Herbology first, next we'll be having our first lesson with Lockhart, then Transfiguration with McGonagall." He crumpled his schedule and placed it in the pocket of his robes. "You should go get your school robes on, Mate. You can shower after herbology since we're usually filthy with all the plants we work on." Ron had a great point. Harry would be absolutely honking after dealing with the plants professor Sprout would doubtlessly show them.
"I'll need to grab my robes at least. You guys head on down to herbology," he jumped up and left the great hall at a jog. As he began to head up the stairs he noticed a certain Gryffindor was following him at a mild distance. Luna was no doubt trying to catch him alone to talk about his past life experiences so he slowed to allow her to follow him. Deciding to get this out of the way quickly he began to head up to the room of requirement on the seventh floor. Reaching the tapestry he began to think. I need a room with a time turner. On his third pass a heavy iron door appeared in the stone wall.
"Where did that door come from?" Luna had given up trying to remain unseen now that she clearly saw a door appear from nowhere.
"Come on in Luna, no one will bother us in here and you'll be on time for your first class." He pulled the door open for the young blonde and she timidly passed through it. Her gasp could be heard before he entered the room. It was a simple study but where there would be books there were shelves upon shelves of time turners, all the same size as the one Hermione would be using next year. "Now what would you like to talk about miss Lovegood?" his voice jarred the young girl from her state of awe.
"I want to know about the future of course," her eyes were dreamy as he had always remembered them, blue with just a hint of grey that rarely betrayed emotion.
Taking one of the seats at the desk he sighed, "anything specific or do you want to hear the whole tale? It is quite long." She seemed to be considering how much to ask him. Please, please, please stick to this year or general info about us. He drew his wand idly, "Limiter seal to nineteen percent." As his magic grew to the newly allowable size he heard Luna squeak and freeze. "What's wrong?" Harry flexed his power before containing it within his body, allowing Luna the ability to once again speak.
"What was that just now? Does this room have a magical aura of its own?" The blonde Gryffindor was flushing and looked about ready to faint.
"I adjusted my magic power limiting seal from one percent to nineteen." He blushed a little, knowing that even at his current level he was a match for any hit wizard. "Joe gave me these limiting shackles before sending me back." He raised his hands, showing the silver cuffs that kept his power at bay. "I can't release anything over nineteen percent until I'm done with my training and ready to be at full power."
"Your power is overwhelming. It's like I'm being smothered by a thick blanket." Then her composure finally returned, "I want to know about me in your past life. When did we meet, why did you trust me so much to tell me about Joe and the travel back in time, and why do you care so much about me to stop the bullying that happened last time?" Her breathing grew ragged near the end of her questions. She looked at his emerald eyes, begging silently for the truth.
Oh this is going to end either well or horribly. "Well, I didn't meet you until my fifth year, your fourth, and we met on the carriage ride up to the school. You were the only one who believed me about them being pulled by thestrals, though I didn't know what they were at the time." There was a brief look of wonder from Luna when he mentioned the thestrals. Oh yeah they're a rare breed considered dark by most. "We had a few casual run ins until Hermione and Ron convinced me to start a club to teach practical Defense Against the Dark Arts because the professor that year only had us copy from a ministry approved book that taught us to recognize threats and run away instead of defending ourselves." His words radiated rage at the mention of Umbridge even by staff title alone. "You never missed a single meeting of the club. Shortly before Christmas holidays you and I began to share tales about our past after the meetings. We had similarly painful events in our past." Harry's voice quivered as thinking back brought all the old emotions back to him. He took a deep breath and gathered his strength, "I told you about how my Aunt and Uncle abused me for the littlest things and nearly killed me for my bouts of accidental magic. You told me about your wonderful, loving mother and how her runic experiment left you a child to a single parent. We bonded over our pain and forged a friendship so strong that you never questioned me afterword, even when I convinced you, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny to come with me to the department of mysteries to rescue my godfather. Tom Riddle, The one everyone calls You-Know-Who, implanted a false memory into my mind to lure me to the hall of prophecies. My godfather died protecting us from the death eaters that were waiting there. You shared in my deepest moment of pain and still stood by me." He wiped the tears he was shedding recalling Sirius as he fell through the veil. "That is why I trust you with knowing about Joe and the time travel, about anything really. As for why I stepped in to keep you from being bullied, you dealt with so much pain that I want to stop every bit that I can this time around. I want you to be happy in this life and I will stop at nothing to help you." He looked away from his friend, embarrassed by the sudden revelation.
Luna practically launched herself at him and wrapped him in a bone breaking hug. "I haven't done any of those things yet! Why do I deserve your trust and protection for things I haven't even done?" Her voice was shaking, she was unmistakably crying into his shoulder.
Harry held his old friend turned new, matching the strength of her embrace. "I know you're one of the strongest people I could ever hope to count as a friend. You'd follow me to hell and back if I asked. This time I may ask, but I'm far from the weak boy I was when I first asked for you to follow me." He flexed his magical power around them, the desk creaking under the weight of it. He lifted her face in his hands, staring deep into her blue eyes. "This time I could crush Riddle with pure magic, but I must train to be as powerful physically as I am magically. The one drawback my younger body has is that it's stunted. I'll be owling a potions emporium about a course to set my body as it should have been without the abuse and malnutrition." He let her go, walking around the desk and grabbing a time turner from the shelf. Casting tempus to see exactly how far back he'd need to take them, Harry studied the numbers then wrapped the time turner's necklace over his and Luna's necks before turning it back two hours.
As the hours passed Luna managed to scramble out a general "What?" only to see Harry cast a second tempus charm and realize that he'd traveled back in time with her. Words failed the little Lovegood.
"Alright, we've got about ten minutes before we show back up. I suggest you get to class, it wouldn't be wise to miss the very first lesson of your school career." After setting his limiting seal back to one percent Harry was all smiles, knowing that at least one person knew the truth. He would tell Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny when they were ready. Oh god, I need to make sure she has a grasp of occlumency! "Luna, do you know what occlumency is?" Haste and necessity had brought this thought to the fore.
The blonde cocked her head at an odd angle and smiled the same dreamy smile she had all the times before. "Of course I do, after mother I had to speak with a mind healer from St. Mungo's and he taught me occlumency." I'm safe!
"Do you maintain the proper meditation to keep it strong?" Harry would need to learn the art of legilimency to test his friend's resolve one day soon. The blonde just nodded in affirmation before turning and walking off at her leisurely pace.
"Don't forget to go change into your school uniform, I doubt sweats are desirable for anything other than your workout." With a light laugh she rounded the corner and descended the stairs.
Harry bolted to the Gryffindor common room and up to his dorm, changing as quickly as possible and grabbing his bag. He tore from the common room and down the castle. When he reached the entrance hall he cast tempus one last time and swore hotly, even with the use of a time turner he'd have to be late or his friends would notice something strange about it. Taking the long way around the greenhouses, the boy-who-lived could hear professor Sprout's voice on his approach.
Finally arriving, panting and slightly damp from the exertion, the kindly herbology professor noticed him and looked well put out. "Five points from Gryffindor for being tardy to my class mister Potter. Come on then second years, today we're going to be working in greenhouse three." Up until this point in time they had only worked in greenhouse one. Today was going to be the repotting of juvenile mandrakes. Oh I can beat Hermione to the punch with the knowledge I retain and gain back my points. This year will be absolutely amazing!
The headmaster's office was all but destroyed, only the desk with the monitoring devices and the chair the sullen warlock sat in had escaped the fury of the leader of the light. Harry's magical potency was slightly greater than it had been before the summer break, but his power was refined in a way that was greater than his own. How had that malnourished child had the time to refine his magic so greatly! Albus could dull his own sense of pain with his magic and cause a curse or two to veer from their intended course, but with refinement like that the Potter boy would be impervious to most physical attacks and even many magical ones. He wouldn't even have a chance at using his passive legilimency on him if he knew anything about occlumency.
That's it! I will have madam Pince remove all books relating to occlumency from the library and protect the knowledge using the headmaster's personal library. Grinning at his ingenious idea he called out, "Blinky!" With a loud crack a miniscule house elf appeared in front of his desk.
"Master Dumbly door is be needing something?" The elf's voice was a high squeak, indicating that she was a female though being clad in a flour sack with a simple large H stamped on it hid most identifying features. The only way to tell whether a house elf was male or female without taking a peek was their voice, the high squeak meant female and the lower squeak usually indicated male.
"Yes, please go and fetch Madam Pince and bring her to my office. I need to speak with her immediately." With another crack the elf was gone and Albus could contemplate how to weaken the boy for Tom. If the mental arts were not an avenue he could take he'd have to resort to using other means to wound the boy. A one armed wizard that hadn't finished school yet would surely fall to Lord Voldemort. Perhaps it was time to call in his favor with mister Pettigrew.
Lockhart's failure of a first lesson proved to repeat itself. The only difference in this instance was that Harry silently locked the cage of pixies with an overpowered colloportus. When he couldn't open the cage, even with his weak attempt at an unlocking spell, he gave up and had the students copy chapters from his books. Leaving the classroom Ron still had the thought that Lockhart was a fool and Hermione defended him, stating that if he was a teacher he must be quite knowledgeable. Harry had a nearly impossible time containing his amusement.
At lunch Luna regaled him of her first charms and transfiguration lessons, Ginny grinning the whole time and mentioning that Luna had the most success in their task of turning a matchstick into a needle. Harry remembered well that the blonde's strong suit was the more intent based magic of transfiguration, much like himself. If there were anyone aside from Riddle and Dumbledore he'd never wish to contend against in transfiguration it would be Luna in a few years when she really came into her magical power.
The young blonde had taken to making food structures and people before wiping them out like only a natural disaster could. Humorous as it was to watch Luna act as a hurricane and devour sausage sheep and people, she made almost as much of a mess as Ron did when he ate. After having bore witness to her unusual consumption method, the red haired wizard gave her as wide a berth as possible while remaining with his friends.
Lunch ended and Luna headed for potions, pulling Ginny with her as the second year Gryffindors headed to their head of house's classroom. Professor McGonagall was waiting for them once again in her cat animagus form. The telltale spectacle markings around the cat's eyes and its unusually stiff manner of sitting and moving gave away that this was no normal animal. Once the whole class had arrived and the bell rang, the cat jumped from her desk and shifted back into the form of the severe transfiguration mistress. Everyone with the exception of Harry gasped at the sudden appearance of their teacher.
"Good afternoon. To begin your second year of transfiguration we will review the most difficult bit of magic from last year's lessons, the flintifors spell to change a rat into a matchbox." She waved her wand and a large box appeared at her desk. "Break into pairs and work on transfiguring the rat into a matchbox and back to a rat." There was a scramble as they paired up, Neville pairing with Ron and Harry with Hermione. The professor passed a rat out to each pair and they hastily began. Hermione is going to be the second to get this spell right today. As they received their rat Hermione prepared to cast her spell. Harry held up his hand before she could cant her spell.
"May I go first Hermione? I think I may surprise you." Harry tried to look as meek as possible. You'll be so surprised you'll lay a basilisk egg. He smiled inwardly at the thought.
The bushy brunette looked slightly taken aback. "Of course Harry." She eyed him as he prepared to work his magic. Had he begun to take his studies seriously?
Drawing the holly wand from his robes Harry spoke, barely at a whisper. "Flintifors." He overpowered the spell and drove it to meet his intent. The rat squeaked as it ceased to be a living creature and became a handsome walnut matchbox with a carving of fire on top. There was a sharp intake of breath next to him.
"Harry James Potter, when did you learn to do that?" Hermione was so loud that she drew the attention of the strict professor.
"Miss Granger what is the issue," before the Scottish teacher could finish her question she spied the box Harry had transfigured. "Which of you did this?" Her voice was harsh yet the look on her face was inscrutable.
"H-harry did professor." Hermione squeaked. Her awe at his skill was marked with a slightest tinge of jealousy.
"Fifteen points to Gryffindor for going above and beyond the set assignment with a master level transfiguration." Professor McGonagall gave Harry a rare smile and showed the impressive transfiguration off to the remainder of the class. "Few students of your age have this level of skill mister Potter. You have eclipsed your father's skill at your age. Continue to study and improve as you have and in no time you'll be a rival of my own or even Professor Dumbledore."
Harry could practically feel the professors approval of his skills. After the affectionate comment about his skills Hermione eyed him with envy for the remainder of the period. McGonagall dismissed the class after having him come to the front to replicate his transfiguration and explain that intent could drive a regular result to be exotic in this magical field. As they left Hermione nearly avoided him, making no effort to speak about the class or about his new found capacity for transfiguration. Honestly, she's going to be mad that I'm more skilled in transfiguration than her. I'm technically six years older than her and with the training from Joe and Merlin I am nearly a century older.
As her last class of the day left Minerva promptly strode to her desk. She placed the matchbox Harry had transfigured next to a rat and focusing her intent she silently transfigured the pest into an imperfect replica of the one next to it. The carving on top of the box was poorly done yet recognizable as fire all the same. That boy is James reborn with Lily's will and drive. If ever there were a child Minerva saw as her own it would be Harry. He embodied the bravery of her house and was clearly taking at least her subject seriously this year.
If Harry could surpass her before he faced off against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named then Harry would surely be able to stand a chance. The monster that called himself lord Voldemort would fall and the Potter family would flourish once more to usher in a new age for magical Britain. Hopefully he would surpass her soon and Albus could train him the art of transfiguration in a way applicable to dueling. Minerva had preferred to use the basic transfigured shields and very few useful offensive abilities her subject allowed. Binding and common projectiles would be wasteful in combat against that monstrosity.
Perhaps she would ask mister Potter to come to her for extra lessons on the basics of defensive and offensive transfiguration. Wishing to test her skills she proceeded to erect stone and marble barriers that would give way only under the threat of powerful spells or other forces. Satisfied with her skills she replaced her wand and began to head down to dinner, hoping to catch her favorite half giant.
After an uneventful dinner Harry and his fellow Gryffindors returned to the common room in the tower. Harry feigned exhaustion and went to the second year's dorms. Making sure he wasn't followed and that none of his mates were there he quickly closed his bed's curtains and warded them to keep them shut. He then disillusioned himself and cast silencing charms on himself to make sure he was as difficult to track as possible. He slowly descended the steps that led down to the common room and out into the seventh floor corridor. After clearing the common room he jogged lightly to the tapestry that marked the room of requirement's entrance. Would the room respond if I'm invisible and silent? He began pacing and thought to himself over and over again, I need a place to master the sword. As he finished his third pass by the tapestry a heavy wooden door with metal banding appeared. This doesn't seem ominous at all. Pulling roughly on the metal ring that served as a handle the door gave way. The boy-who-lived gasped in disbelief, for before him was an armory quite similar to one you'd find in any castle back during the crusades. Cold stone walls were adorned with every type of blade Harry could imagine. Broadswords, short swords, long swords, bastard swords, cutlasses, rapiers, and even daggers were present in this room. The greatest surprise was in the middle of the room though. Standing in the middle of the room was a manikin that bore a likeness to him.
"Seasons don't fear the reaper," Joe was there. Not a presence as he had been last night but standing there in his suit of deepest black with a smile that spoke only of impending torment. "Before we continue your training mister Potter you must overcome yourself. This manikin is every bit as powerful and skilled magically as you are, if not a tad stronger. " The reaper tossed a cutlass at him, "let's see just how skilled this body is." Without a word the manikin launched towards him, drawing a cutlass identical to the one Harry wielded. The arc of his evil twin's slash was beautiful and met his own blade nearly half a foot from his left shoulder. Harry decided it would be prudent to take this fight seriously. Blocking left the manikin an opportunity to overpower his defenses, but dodging provided an avenue for his wandless battle magic. Before he cast a spell he recalled that Joe hated it when he used magic as a crutch in battle. He wouldn't lean on magic unless it was absolutely necessary. The second strike from the manikin was a horizontal slash that caught Harry's side. He winced from the pain but noticed a distinct lack of wetness and blood where the cutlass had wounded him.
"Oh all the blades in this room are for training which means they cause the amount of pain a normal blade would but none of the actual flesh or tendon rending." The reaper called as a throne of bones erected itself beside him. He took a seat and called out, "since this is the first time in a while that I'll get to watch you practice I will allow your battle magic. Only the augmenting magic though not the wandless spells." His constraints were set and Harry begun swinging his cutlass with the surgical precision Joe had driven into him.
It was time to try out something new as he expanded his magical aura to cover his cutlass and then focused it. This augmentation should make the blade much more sharp and hard. The evil twin must not have known what he was up to, when Harry's blade arced towards the twin from left hip to right shoulder he didn't even try to avoid it. Bracing himself, the twin tried to weather the blow as the magically hardened cutlass shattered its twin before separating the manikin like a hot knife through butter.
"Magically augmenting your weapon in the heat of battle is not wise until you can do without it in this training room. Only augment your body with magic, not your weapon boy. Your battle magic would be better put to use in a duel today," Joe scoffed at his so called battle magic because it cheapened the art of the sword. "None of the items this room conjures will be able to leave here. Though if you wished to take young miss Lovegood to one of this room's forms she'd find it quite appealing, much like yourself if her mind is any indication." Joe had that torturer's smile again. How can you read my mind without using Legilimency? The room shook with the reaper's laugh, "I am so very old that Legilimency is but a child's toy to me. The mind of any living creature within my domain is mine to read." With a wave the cutlass in Harry's hand melted and was replaced by two daggers from the wall. "Defeat your twin with those first then you'll move up to the short sword, then the rapier and so on until you are capable of crushing your twin with the bastard sword. Only after that will I return and teach you the proper way of wielding the scythe. That is when you'll be prepared for Riddle." The venom that Joe spoke with was reminiscent of the basilisk when he referred to Tom.
"So I have to continually defeat the dummy with increasingly wieldy weapons until I learn about your weapon?" Suddenly a thought occurred to Harry, "Is the scythe the first weapon ever?" This time the room blurred until there was a nearly barren patch of earth in front of him. Joe held out a crude item, it looked to be bones of an animal.
"My scythe was not the first weapon, no. The first was this," he held out the bone. "This is the jawbone of an ass. In the Christian faith Cain killed his brother Abel with this crude weapon. In truth this was used by a man, who's name matters so little I've forgotten it, to take another man's wife." He dropped the jawbone and his scythe appeared in all its glory, "this weapon was made from that forgotten man's bones and a healthy supply of silver. It was the very first magical weapon and it is as enduring as I am. Now I must go, train your body and mind." Without a single word Joe was gone, he seemed to ripple from existence.
He seems so lonely for an immortal being, though the closest thing to an immortal since the philosopher's stone was destroyed is Tom Riddle. He would be the worst eternal pal ever. Harry returned the daggers to their place and altered the room to the track. He immediately broke into a run and didn't stop until his legs were shaking violently. This is going to take longer than I'd hoped.
It was fast approaching again, the day that he would have to look into those green eyes, her green eyes. Severus Snape spun around in his dungeon office, jars of his own rare potions ingredients stood on the ebony wood of his shelves and desk. I will not break in front of him this year. I made it through one year of having to stare at Lily's eyes in the detestable form of the Potter boy, I will make it through the remaining six! He brought his wand's tip to his temple and extracted all his memories of the late Lily Evans and placed them in vials before hiding them in a secret compartment of his desk.
His deepest secret must be kept from those fools. Only Albus could be trusted as he was a fellow believer of doing what must be done for the greater good. Dozens of members from the fated Order of the Phoenix had needed to fall for the Dark Lord so Dumbledore had ensured they were those that would leave a gap in political power for him to seize once he could kill Voldemort once and for all. The only thing that didn't sit right with the slick haired potions master was that Harry had to die for this plan to succeed. The night Severus had seen the aftermath of the cottage in Godric's Hollow he wept for his dead love. In his sorrow he felt his false master's aura coming from young Harry Potter.
At once he sent word to Albus and the aged wizard appeared with his trademark soundless apparition. A thorough if speedy examination was performed on the year old boy and finally the grey bearded wizard turned and blasted even more of the wreckage around the house.
"How could Tom do such a thing to a child!" The leader of the light spat with venom.
"What has he done?" Severus began weakly. "He must have died else the dark lord would never have left the boy breathing." Snape was trying to talk himself into his one master being gone forever in front of his new master.
"A piece of Tom's soul is attached to the child," Severus spluttered and his wand tip glowed orange. "Harry is the first and only example of a living being made into a horcrux, or soul anchor. It would appear that he has been creating them for some time to truly flee from death." Albus lowered his eyes and began pacing around the ruined nursery.
"I will visit Lucius today and inform him of my plan to use you as a shield from the fallout of this. He would be most pleased as it would lighten the load on his political dealings to keep as many of us out of Azkaban as possible." When Severus finished his piece of news Albus had one of the looks that could only mean a stroke of genius for him.
"Severus, my friend, how do you suppose we should protect young mister Potter here?" When Snape made no move to speak the warlock continued, "You will like this plan more than anyone else but we cannot let Harry go to live with his godfather Sirius." At the mere mention of the Black scion's name Severus glowered with anger but after hearing the plan he could only smile. Potter took my Lily and now I get to be party to taking Black's godson, how life does have its little rewards.
The greasy haired potions master shook himself from his reminiscing and began preparing for his coming day where he would see the boy of prophecy, the model Gryffindor, the boy with Lily's eyes.
Welp, that's it for hopefully between a week and a fortnight unless my muse inspires me or I'm afflicted with fan fiction writer's block. Please leave constructive criticism, or any other kind of criticism or message you'd prefer to leave me, as I feed on both ire and awe alike.
