Fiori: Chapter three up, I don't own Harry other wise the Malfoy's would be poorer than the Weasly's
Random Collection of Malfoy's appear and draw wands.
Fiori: Why can I not say anything with out pissing people off?
Rebirth
Chapter Three: School yard rumble
Harry was released from the hospital ward within an hour after he came to terms with what he was. After looking into a mirror he realized that the changed did hold a few advantages he liked. He no longer needed glasses, and he would never be cold again. Not bad he thought.
Harry and his friends made their way to the Gryffindor house, were according to Fred and George, Harry had a pleasant surprise waiting for him. Harry imagined a small party in the common room being held in honor of his triumphant return. Personally he would rather just have a quite evening with his friends rather than a whole festival in his honor.
The initial reaction of his house mates was heart warming. Huzzahs and welcome backs were exchanged at a near deafening tone. Then someone pointed out his eyes. The silence that followed was not the pleasant kind that Harry would have preferred. Harry instead felt like he was being scrutinized by a delegation of scientists rather than his friends and house mates.
"Harry what happened?" The young first year Colin asked nervously.
"Well you see," Hermione began to explain for him partially saving him from having to go into the details of what actually happened beneath the school. She had guessed that it was painful to remember fighting Voldemort yet again.
'Harry here gave up part of his humanity to kick you-know-who's ass again." One of the twins spoke before she could, earning himself death glares from the younger girl.
"Harry is that true?" Percy Weasly asked. Harry only nodded, looking down in defeat. He had no idea how the rest of the house would react to the news. Sure his friends excepted him but how would the other Gryffindor's react.
Suddenly hands were around him in comfort. He looked up and he saw that he was surrounded by his house mates. Eyes were closed, some even had tears in there eyes.
"You've sacrificed so much for this world haven't you Harry?" A voice spoke, he later realized it was one of his Quitich teammates.
"Yeah he really has." Another spoke.
"First your parents and a lie among magic, your life nearly lost last year, and again this year. Now your humanity. Your not just The-boy-who-lived anymore." Percy spoke.
"You are the personal hero of the world." he finished.
"I'm not all that special," Harry managed to mutter out his cheeks slightly tinged red from all the attention he was getting.
'Now your being modest Harry." Ron said clapping him on the back.
"But most of it was purely luck, plus i had you guys to help." Harry muttered.
"Yet it was still you who won in the end, you saved Ginny, and hell probably the entire school, not to mention England." Another Gryffindor spoke. A chorus of agreement went up. Harry could not believe his luck. He was still excepted by all the people he cared about. Maybe only being part human wasn't so bad.
*****
Harry's notion was short lived, after it got around the school that Harry had lost his humanity in the chamber, he was instantly declare the enemy of all Slytherin. Draco made it his personal job to make Harry's life a living hell.
In addition to Slytherin about half the members of the other houses alienated Harry. And that was only those that were not out right hostile to him. There were though a few who in the other houses that excepted him. Including a very strange young first year named Luna Lovegood who was from Ravenclaw. Mostly it was muggle-born's who still respected and liked him, seeing as he saved them all. But it was still his own house that respected him completely and unanimously. Some from pureblood family's even went as far as swearing their houses allegiance to his house.
Harry on the other hand was dealing with his new body. All ready he had discovered three traits it blessed him with. One he was vastly stronger than a normal person ought to be at his size. Two he had a pair of serpent like fangs that stored them selves in gums, right in front of his canines, The venom he was told was extremely potent, trumped only by a true basilisks venom. Thirdly he shed, every so often when he bathe his skin would start to peel in very large layers. The process of removing said skin was slightly disturbing. Even more disturbing was when he caught Fred and George trying to sell some of his shedding.
Mostly though things were quite, except for the day two days before they were to bored the train home. Harry and a number of other Gryffindor's were choosing classes for next year. Harry had already chosen care of magical creatures, thought it might provide some insight with what he was becoming. the other slot was yet to be filled though.
"I've got three choices for this slot." He said out loud absently.
"Oh really what classes are they?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Divinations, Ancient Runes, and Advanced study of Foreign Magic."
"Go with Divination, I hear it's an easy pass." Ron offered.
"Yeah I heard that too, but then George, or was it Fred. Anyways one of your brothers told me that the teacher is a total ditz who has no clue about what she's doing." Harry replied.
"Eh, suit your self." Ron replied.
"I'm just curious to what the third class is." Harry replied.
"I think its a study of how other countries use magic." Neville supplied.
"Yeah I got that much from the name mate. But how different could other countries magic be?"
"Very low and insignificant to ours." A cold malicious voice replied.
The group of Gryffindor's turned to see a small pack of snakes led by non other than Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want." Ron growled.
"I want many things but mostly to see all mud-bloods and lesser scum banned from Hogwarts." He sneered earning laughs from the group behind him.
"Watch your tongue Malfoy!" Harry hissed angrily, fangs dropping and heat rising involuntarily.
"Harry calm down," Hermione whispered.
"You would do well not to speak ill of master Potter." A fourth year Named Liam Redentore (Not a self placement), one of the Pure-bloods who had sworn him self to Harry growled out.
"Master, Potter is that what you call the thing? Merlins beard you people are diluted." Malfoy laughed.
He never even got to speak again as Liam cast a Stunner at him. Although it did not hit him, Malfoy ducked and let it hit one of his followers. Thus sparking a small battle between the two groups. The small battle only grew as more people witnessed the players involved. Some rushed in to aid Harry, others to harm. Some other joined in just for love of battle, choosing a side randomly.
Harry was dodging hexes left and right, all the while casting a few of his own. He was quickly made the main target of the small battle. It only hurt him internally when he saw his friends throwing themselves in front of hexes, charms, and curses for him. This in turn caused his rage to rise. All around him could feel the ever growing heat emanating from his body. But oddly it felt different to those around him. For his allies and friends it filled them with warmth and strength. Gave them energy and resolve to fight on.
For those that sought entered this fight to harm him and his friend it was as if they had been thrown into a burning building. A few elder students were able to counter the strange aura the-boy-who-lived produced. But others, mostly first years. were sent running from the heat, later they would be found in the hospital ward being treated for burns.
Harry had just knocked a third year back with a wave of his wand when suddenly it was thrown out of his hand. harry turned toward the source of the spell and saw non other than Draco Malfoy.
"I'm going to enjoy this." The blond sneered. "Rictusempra"
Harry ducked under the charm and rushed at Malfoy unarmed. This startled the young boy causing him to not cast a spell to protect himself before Harry's fist found its way to his jaw, breaking it and sending him up and back a few feet.
"Harry!" A voice called out to him, Harry turned and caught his wand which had been thrown at him. His only response was to pocket it and move on in his physical assaults. For some reason he found the feel of flesh meeting flesh more satisfying.
Maybe its some animalistic thing. He mused as he pounced on a Slytherin.
The battle lasted another minute before it was broken up by all four heads of house.
"What are you all doing?" McGonagall asked vehemently, her tone caused many to shiver in fear.
Silence was predominate for over a minute until they were actually saved by a stupid mutter of a Slytherin.
"I'm sorry what was that?" Flitwick asked.
The Slytherin in question palled at being heard and began to try and slink off, only to be caught by her head of house.
"Repeat what you just said or you shall be expelled at once." The potions master said softly.
"I just said we were given the Lesser a lesson on who his betters were." She squeaked.
Snape sighed angrily at his houses stupidity while the others put together what happened.
"I'm afraid this shall call for house point reduction, fifty points for each member that fought here will be taken from there house. seventy-five from whomever cast the first spell." McGonagall sighed.
Groans were heard by all. But smiles were on the faces of all Gryffindor members after they left the battle ground, some were limping or being supported by others. But they still smiled, including Harry. For some reason the results were in their favor. They had been out numbered by the Snakes
and random house members nearly three to one. the fact that they had technically won was exhilarating. Harry also found that he quite like fighting bare handed, which he never had before, he would have to explore that more.
*****
In the end Gryffindor only had five points left over from the event. Yet no one blamed the combatants. Instead they received a hero's welcome when they trudged into the common room. Fred and George right at the center, passing butter beer and fire whiskey about like there was no tomorrow.
Harry did his best to get away from the crowd of friends that commended him for breaking Draco's jaw. he didn't like the attention. Luckily Ron had gathered everyones attention as he began to tell how Harry fought against armed opponents with bare hand.
Harry sat on the steps leading up into the dorms by himself and again pulled out the sheet of classes to pick. Hermione beside him. Looking over it with him.
"So which do you choose?" She asked.
"I think Foreign Magic. It'll mean i don't have to deal with Malfoy, plus it sounds like fun." He answered.
"Neat I'll be in there with you?" Hermione replied.
"Wait but didn't you already sign up for ancient rune's?" Harry asked.
"I'll manage." Was all she said.
"Great, do you think we could convince Ron to join us in it?" Harry asked.
"No, Ron has enough trouble with European magic, who knows what'll happen in that class." Hermione laughed, Harry laughed right along with her.
For the first time in a while Harry was contented and happy. He was surrounded by true and good friends. He had beaten a fair deal of Slythrin's up with out a wand. Plus he had survived yet another school year.
Now if only he didn't have to go back to Privet Drive.
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Any ways I shall be including Foreign types of Magic because the concept is too good to not use. Though I shall not use it like TheDivineDemon did. No It shall be a class taught at Hogwarts, Learn about it later.
As i promised in the future here be an Omake written by rejeimha
The group of Gryffindor's turned to see a small pack of snakes led by non other than Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want?" Ron growled.
"I want many things, but mostly to see all mud-bloods and lesser scum banned from Hogwarts." He sneered earning laughs from the group behind him.
"Watch your tongue Malfoy!" Harry hissed angrily, fangs dropping and heat rising involuntarily.
"Harry calm down," Hermione whispered.
"You would do well not to speak ill of master Potter." A fourth year Named Liam Redentore, one of the Pure-bloods who had sworn himself to Harry growled out.
"Master Potter, is that what you call the thing? Merlin's beard, you people are diluted."
It wouldn't be until later that Harry would acknowledge that it was these words that finally broke through what remained of Harry's human self-control and awoke something deep, primal, and vindictive in Harry at that moment. Whatever this was, it also wouldn't let Harry give Malfoy the satisfaction of winning the fight that he had initiated: a war of words. Liam went for his wand only to have Harry demand with a single look that he let him deal with this verbal assault himself.
"No more diluted than your family's purity." Harry thought that the slight wasn't very big and the reaction from everyone around showed so, but it was there. He knew that attacking Malfoy's family honor was a low blow, but enough was enough. If this little whelp couldn't take what he dished out then he deserved what was coming to him. Before Draco could even formulate a response, Harry continued, "I heard in order to be sure their pureblood descendants are really 'pure' that parents arrange marriages with the children of their siblings. Is that what happened to your family, Draco? Is your father really shagging his cousin?"
It was said so innocently and yet so coldly that the smug, little ponce didn't know how to respond. The confusion and disgust at the question just left him standing there with his mouth open until the anger finally took when he realized that his family's honor had again been deeply insulted, but Harry started to walk forward as he kept on talking and asking questions.
"You know this probably explains why your father wants you to meet a nice girl at the family reunions. It would certainly make the arrangements easier that way."
"How DARE you!" was Malfoy's verbal response followed by pulling his wand out from somewhere in his robes, and Harry really didn't want to think of where. By the time he had his handcrafted, magical wooden stick out, Harry had already moved to within a single arm's distance of Malfoy and was far too close for him to comfortably do the wand movements necessary to cast a spell. Harry simply grabbed the top of Draco's right hand, which had his wand, with his left and then extended his arm away from his body, severely twisting Draco's arm in the process, and also taking away any control the blonde bigot held over the appendage. Harry knew just how it hurt to have one's arm held in this position. After all, Dudley and his gang had done it and many other painful tricks just like it to him in the past.
"You know, Draco, you really shouldn't draw that on somebody unless you're willing to use it and deal with the consequences of your actions. Of course, with your genetically deficient brain I shouldn't have expected any less. Hence, how I have your wand pointed away from and not towards me right now." This seemed to be all that the so-called "Prince of Slytherin house" could take for at this moment he made an even more foolish decision, and turned his head to yell at his goons.
"Don't just stand there! GET HIM!" This shocked Crabbe and Goyle into movement. The former attempting to catch Harry with a rugby style tackle to take him to the ground and the latter trying to pommel him with fists, but both charging at full speed. The problem with this plan was that neither could attack Harry head-on, for that would hurt Malfoy first, and so they had to come at Harry from the sides. Harry, taking advantage of new reflexes that he didn't know he had, simply stepped forward into Malfoy allowing the two brutes to run into each other like Sumo wrestlers. This ended up with Crabbe running into Goyle's fist before he slammed into the other oversized tub of lard knocking the wind out of him as the both of them fell to the ground hard.
If anyone in the court yard had not been paying attention to the collision of the two celestial bodies they would have been wondering why Harry was dancing the tango with Draco. Harry soon realized the position he was in, relative to Malfoy, and decided that he's had enough close contact to the pointed faced ponce to last a lifetime. Before he stepped away he spoke a few parting words.
"Sorry to lead you on like this, Malfoy, but I don't hear any music so I think dancing is out." However, Harry couldn't resist so he lifted the pre-teen's hand in the air above his head, and spun him around once to relieve the tension on his arm, and also pull his wand from his hand. "Well, I guess one twirl didn't hurt, too much." Harry, never taking his eyes off Draco, stepped over the still groaning Crabbe and Goyle while moving back towards his friends and Draco never taking his eyes off his own wand in Harry's hand seemed to be getting more frightened and angrier with each step that Harry took.
"Give me my wand back!"
"You didn't say the magic word."
"Give me my wand back, NOW!"
"No one ever bothered to teach you proper manners or common sense, did they? You attempted to attack me with this weapon and now that I have you disarmed you think that I am just going to give you it back because you demand it loudly?" The look on Malfoy's face clearly displayed his anger at Harry and his believe that Harry should do exactly as he said. "Never mind, I can see this is a lost cause."
Harry thought for a moment about his options. Clearly he couldn't keep the boy's wand, or break it, but he certainly wasn't going to re-arm his opponent when he and his allies looked ready to strike. Then the idea hit him, "tell you what, you get all of your little friends to leave the immediate area and I'll do the same and when it's just you and me here, I will give you your wand back. Or you can refuse and I can snap it in self-defense right now. It's your choice."
He seemed to want to lash out and force Harry to do what he said, but he caught himself, and turned towards his other acquaintances. He jerked his head towards the exit. When they didn't move he barked at them, "Are you crazy? He is going to snap my wand! I said leave!"
"He's not going to do anything," spoke a boy with light brown hair. Nott if Harry remembered correctly.
"Would you be saying that if it was your wand he was holding? Get out of here!" Nott and the other snakes didn't look like they wanted to comply, but they grudgingly helped Crabbe and Goyle to their feet left the scene. Harry didn't even have to ask his friends to back away, for they knew they had to leave as per the conditions that Harry gave. Soon it was just the blond Slytherin and the black haired Gryffindor who still had other boy's wand in hand. "There now give me back my wand."
The silence stretched for a minute before a response was given, "no."
"No?" the snake asked.
"That's right, no. I am still waiting for you to say the magic word,"
The smirk on his face made Draco want to scream, but settled on growling through clenched teeth, "what magic word?"
"Please."
"Please?"
"Yes, please."
"Alright, please."
"Please what?"
Draco was enraged at this. A Malfoy never begs or asks, he always takes and orders. This little scenario seemed so childish, but he supposed that was the point the sub-human was trying to make. He was trying to send the message that he thought Draco was a child. It was infuriating, but he saw no other way out. He couldn't force the other boy to give it back, not after what Potter did to Crabbe and Goyle, and if he left the scene to get Snape, then his wand would be in pieces before he could make up a suitable lie to get the freak in trouble and then he would have to explain to his father that he was disarmed and beaten by a sub-human creature that didn't use magic to do so. He would never be allowed to forget that kind of failure. So he only saw one way out and that was to play this thing's game for now. "FINE. Will you please give me my wand back?"
"All you had to do was ask nicely," the smile on his face was even more maddening as he began to walk in his direction. The second he saw the creature release his grip on the wand and present it to him he tried to snatch it away, but the thing's hand seemed to disappear and then reappear back by his shoulder with his wand still in it grasp. His smile was now replaced with a predatory look that promised pain and agony to his prey.
"If you try to attack me or my friends ever again, I won't just simply embarrass you and I will break more than your wand. Do you get me?" The cold look in his eyes spoke no lies so Draco stiffly nodded. "Good, now tell me what I just said in your own words so that I know you understand the message." Draco seeing the simmering rage in Harry's eyes quickly complied.
"If I ever attack you or your friends again, then your vengeance will be unpleasant."
"You better bet your inheritance that it will be." And with that Harry casually threw the wand away in a random direction and swiftly left the court yard before the little terd could get his to it and curse him in the back.
'Well, that was fun.' Harry thought as he looked at the list of classes that he could enroll in. 'Now, what electives do I want to take next year?'
Now the rest of you Guess who was killed, there are still six more chapters that need Omake.