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Chapter Three
Dark Lord Conquerors: Old vs New
Rather then responding to the old Headmaster who was currently giving him the most severe look he had ever witnessed, Harry drew his wand causing a narrowing of the blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses – eyes that were not twinkling in the least.
"Tempus." Harry stated and eyed the glowing projection that resulted before dispelling it with a flick of his wand which he then pocketed. "I'm a bit disappointed. I was expecting you to have tracked me down almost fifteen minutes ago."
"This is not the time to make jokes, Harry." Dumbledore scowled.
"And why is that?" Harry tilted his head questionably.
"You killed a woman in cold blood!" Dumbledore all but roared and had it not been for the privacy charms cast on the shop's entrance and windows, half of the Alley would have heard. "You went to the Ministry with the express intent of killing her!"
"And yet despite this 'cold blooded murder' as you call it, my soul is perfectly fine, not even slightly bruised." Harry drawled. "In fact, considering the things that woman has done and has allowed others to do, I might even gained quite a bit of positive Karma for when end up on the other side of the Veil. It was also legally airtight, so I don't need to worry about any repercussions from the Ministry."
"I could expel you." Dumbledore shot back, though without much conviction.
"Even if you could, you won't." Harry rolled his eyes. "You went as far as making me immortal just so you can keep me around and fulfill your precious Prophecy."
"Y-You…!" Dumbledore took a step back in shock before his head snapped towards Ollivander who was entirely unsurprised.
"Don't mind me, I already knew about that." The silver eyed old man grinned slightly as he placed a hand on Harry shoulder. "Birds of a feather flock together and all that."
"Apparently he personally making wands since 382 B.C." Harry shrugged.
"And you recognized it in Harry and told him." Dumbledore sighed.
"Actually, I already knew." Harry grinned. "Let's just say that there is more truth to the third line of the Prophecy then you expected."
"The third line… about Tom marking him as his equal and Harry possessing a power Tom does not know of?" Dumbledore wondered. "I see." he said.
"No, you really don't." Harry shook his head. "I actually means 'equal' at the time of the 'marking', not that I can't go beyond that, or that Voldemort can't get weaker… like things are now." He smirked. "And thanks to mom's protection I don't need to worry about being tainted since her magic already purified his. Though I admit things could have gone badly had that Dementor not removed the soul shard in my scar… Who knows what kind of hare-brained schemed you would have come up with. Why, I wouldn't be surprised if you had be take another Avada Kedavra from Tom, hoping to survive with the 'Power of Love'." He deadpanned.
Dumbledore refrained from squirming uncomfortably under the pointed stare of those emerald orbs – so muck like his mothers when she caught someone doing something stupid. He had the feeling Harry simply knew he had been considering that after he had deduced that Harry's scar may be an accidental Horcrux.
"So you murdered Dolores Umbridge even if you actually benefited from her actions?" Dumbledore chose to return the discussion to the original subject.
"You put a rabid dog down even if it killed the fox that was attacking you chicken coop." Harry shrugged. "That's a mistake you made with Snape. Him telling you that Voldemort is going to target me because HE gave snake face a part of the Prophecy does not suddenly absolve him of all the murders, rapes and tortures sessions he willingly took part in before and after he supposedly became your spy."
"Harry, Professor Snape…" Dumbledore began in an exhausted tone.
"Snape." Harry corrected. "You can call him Potion Master if you need to give him a title since I recognize his brewing prowess… but as a professor he's worse then Lockhart. At least with that fraud we didn't have to brow potentially volatile potions without the least bit of guidance. And no, telling us to read the instructions on the blackboard through the smoke and fumes that always fill that classroom does not qualify as guidance." He added when the old man looked ready to correct him. "At any rate, I needed to make an example out of someone and Umbridge practically volunteered for it."
"An example." Dumbledore repeated. "An example of what? That you are willing to kill people?" he demanded angrily.
"That I'm not a fucking doormat like you've had the Dursleys mold me into!" Harry snapped, making the old Headmaster take a step back in shock. "That I'm not going to take each and every insult and attack on my person without batting an eye, without retaliation. That I have some sort of self-respect and won't let little bastards like Malfoy insult my mother, who sacrificed her life so that I may live, whenever he feels like it without the Hogwarts staff giving him as much as a slap on the wrist. Not like the professors ever proved competent in the past couple years with all the shit that went on at Hogwarts. You'd thing that someone would consider ordering the some Mandrakes via Owl rather then wait the whole fucking year for the ones we had to fully mature. Or that someone would consider asking Myrtle what fucking kill her in the past 50 years. Or that someone would consider asking the portraits at the scenes of the attacks what they saw!"
Dumbledore could not help but wince at the accusations. In hindsight, those suggestions sounded quite obvious.
"The bottom line, Headmaster, is that I have no desire to spend the rest of my days being insulted and attacked for no damn reason." Harry finished. "If there's one thing that I've learned both at the Dursleys and at Hogwarts, is that if I want something done I have to do it myself because the vast majority of the people around me are idiots while the rest either don't care or expect someone else to do it." He concluded. "For all that you seem to think yourself as my protector or something, in truth all you did was stash me away somewhere and all but forgot about me for nearly a decade, and at Hogwarts you were too busy baiting wraiths of Dark Lords to worry about the safety of your students. The fact that you allowed Hagrid to take four first years into the Forbidden Forest at midnight on the fucking full moon is quite telling."
"That does not change the fact that I am still your Magical Guardian, Harry. Like it or not, I am still responsible for your well being in the Wizarding World." Dumbledore sighed. "I understand that I have not been the most stellar guardian but…"
"You are no longer my Guardian, Headmaster." Harry corrected. "As of less then half hour ago I became emancipated in the Wizarding World. Usually, Emancipations would require the approval from the Wizengamot or at least the Minister of Magic. However…" he smirked "By proving that I can defend my family's honor like I did and by claiming the House of Umbridge as spoils, I am entitled to immediate emancipation. All it is required is for me to have gone through my second maturation period – in other words be over 13 – and I was able to become Lord Potter. Of course, I won't be able to personally take my seat in the Wizengamot until I'm 15 so I'll be using a proxy until then, but most of the perks such a the removal of my Trace and permission to access the Main Potter Vault in Gringotts were granted immediately." He smiled before adding "Oh, and as I'm recognized as an adult I won't be needing permission from a guardian to visit Hogsmeade… in fact, I also found out an interesting tidbit of information about Hogsmeade."
"…You found out the adult students are allowed to leave the castle as they please outside class hours, didn't you." Dumbledore stated rather then asked with a sigh.
"Yep." Harry grinned.
"It appears Severus was most mistaken about you." Dumbledore grumbled as he massaged his temples. "You most definitely take after your mother more in terms of personality. James would have done something reckless or chosen to prank someone in revenge. Your mother… well, she would have done well in Slytherin with how cunning her plans always were."
"I did tell you a few months ago that the Hat wanted me in the Snake Pit." Harry reminded him with a smirk. "And, for the record, I did not turn it down because of how Hagrid kept saying that all Slytherins are evil as per your instructions."
"…Caught on to that, huh?" Dumbledore sighed.
"Hagrid is a good man, has a big heart." Harry began before shrugging "But subtle is something he's not. Or good at keeping secrets."
"Too true." Dumbledore grudgingly agreed.
"I turned down Slytherin not because it was where Voldemort had been, but because it is were Draco Malfoy got sorted. I met the little prick on the train and he made an impression." Harry admitted.
"He takes after his father too much." Dumbledore sighed in agreement. "Narcissa Black would have easily had you easting out of her palm even as a first year."
"I'll take your word for it since I have yet to meet the woman. She sounds delightful though." Harry deadpanned, absently going through Dumbledore's, Voldemort's and Lily's memories of the blonde woman – the only Black in a few centuries that that had not been born with black hair.
"…What are you planning now, Harry?" Dumbledore sighed, deciding to leave berating the boy for his ruthlessness for later.
"In the immediate future, I plan on stalling until dinner time before making my grand return to Hogwarts just before the Evening Edition of the Daily Prophet reaches the castle. After that, I have to talk to professor McGonagall about also taking Arithmancy and Ancient Runes as my elective subjects. It's obvious that I need to take my studies as seriously as possible." He mussed.
"I see. That's good to hear." Dumbledore nodded, inwardly grimacing at the thought of handing a Time Turner to someone as unhinged as Harry was proving. "Maybe I should have him share Miss Granger's? No, that won't work. The Time Turner's reserve of magic can only take one person back in time every day. If it is used by two people, even with just a few hours at a time, it will quickly exhaust that reserve and begin drawing on the magic of the users. For an adult that would be alright on short term, but for underage witches and wizards it may stunt their growth. Sigh… and I only acquired one from the Department of Mysteries. I guess I'll have to lend him mine until I can get him one like I did for miss Granger."
Taking their goodbyes from Ollivander who rather amused by how Harry had given the old Headmaster enough to worry about in his own castle, enough for him to dismiss the wand maker's status as an immortal… for the moment, at least. He had full confidence that the old headmaster would give him a visit within the week.
Later that evening, Harry calmly entered the Great Hall alongside Dumbledore and each headed to their respective table, both lost in thought.
Well, Dumbledore was lost in thought. Harry was conversing with her ancestor.
"Are sure it was such a good idea to reveal so much to Dumbledore. Sure, I did not reveal anything concrete about my changes and rather implied connections to the Prophecy, but…" he trailed off.
"The more crumbs you give him, the more tempted he is to follow the trail." Kaguya replied sagely. "What is essential is that you made him think about what Voldemort did on that Halloween night rather what has happened to you days ago as far as your changes are concerned. He will not approach you directly, and rather research Voldemort's history between leaving Hogwarts and his return to start the Blood War. And thus find nothing of importance that affects you."
"Besides the Horcruxes, you mean." Harry reminded her.
"Those trinkets are of no consequence." Kaguya snorted. "By the time he has discovered enough about them to start seeking them out, you will have already disposed of those he can gain access to."
"You mean all except the one in Bellatrix's Vault." Harry pointed out. "The Peverell Ring and Slytherin's Locket."
"Indeed. It will be trivial to retrieve those two considering you know of all the defenses. And even if you did not, you could simply rely on the Preta Path to drain the magic out of those wards." Kaguya shrugged. "And, with a bit of luck, Sirius Black will either die and be proven innocent so that you could gain access to Bellatrix's Vault."
"I would prefer if he turned out to be innocent. I may not be yearning for family as much as I did before gaining mom's memories, but I would rather have my godfather back." Harry sighed. "Also, you're forgetting that in order for me to gain access to Bellatrix's Vault either way, all three remaining Lestranges need to die so that the Lord of Bellatrix's former House would inherit their properties. Which means breaking into Azkaban."
"Didn't Riddle have a few potential plans for breaking out his followers should they get captured?" Kaguya pointed out as Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table. "You can worry about it later." She concluded.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as she all but lunged at him, pulling him in a hug. "I was SO worried!"
"Sorry about that. But I'm fine now. I'm better then I have been in years." Harry chuckled.
"Where have you been all day?" she demanded. "Madam Pomfrey said she let you leave this morning."
"Oh, I just tracked down the one responsible for what happened to me." Harry shrugged as he began piling food in his plate.
"You what?" Hermione asked in shock.
"Yep." Harry nodded as began eating.
"And?" she pressed.
"I've dealt with it. It won't happen again." Harry said with a tone of finality that made her blink in surprise.
Before she could demand more information, owl invaded the Great Hall carrying the morning editions of the Daily Prophet and other mail, a brown barn owl landing in front of Harry who gave it a couple Knuts and took the paper.
"You got a subscription to the Prophet?" Hermione inquired as he opened it.
"Yeah. I know that most of it is propaganda and other lies, but I though I might as well know what kind of stuff people are talking about outside Hogwarts." Harry admitted.
It was at that point that people began muttering, looking and pointing at Harry, most of them looking shocked, others looking angry, but all of them looked at least a bit fearful.
"Hm, looks like they actually covered things pretty well on what happened today." Harry mused, trying to avoid displaying the satisfaction he felt at the reactions.
"Can I have a look?" Hermione asked, curious about why most of the Great Hall was looking at Harry with such wariness, the usual noise level having dropped considerably.
"Sure." Harry agreed and passed the paper to her before returning to his meal.
It only took the bushy haired girl a few seconds of having the paper to gasp in shock and turn to stare at Harry in shock. "Harry, is this true? Did you really kill that woman?" she asked loud enough for most the Great Hall to hear, causing them to become silent as they waited for they waited for the answer.
"Why so surprised? I did tell you a minute ago that that I dealt with the one responsible for the attack on me." Harry pointed out, the very picture of nonchalance.
"But… killing her…" Hermione said uncertainly.
"It's not like she's the first person I blasted to pieces for trying to kill me." Harry pointed out dryly. "First was Voldemort, then was Quirrell in our first year…"
"You blasted Quirrell to pieces?" Hermione gaped at him.
"Well, technically I burnt him to ashes, but he was still reduced to pieced when it was all said and done." Harry shrugged. "And last year I completely destroyed the Heir of Slytherin, but as he did not have a physical body…" he trailed off. "So, as you can see, it's kinda my thing to retaliate with lethal power to attempts on my life."
"Well… I suppose that's… reasonable?" Hermione muttered.
In the meantime, a good number of students that had been antagonistic towards Harry in the past couple years had began to pale drastically and began frantically planning on staying the hell away from him less they might provoke his wrath. Most of them, anyway. Both Snape and Malfoy were sneering at him, barely refraining from commenting out loud due to Dumbledore's presence.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore was barely keeping an eye on the proceedings as it was pretty much he and Harry had predicted. Instead, he was thinking about what he knew of Tom Riddle's origins as he tried to plan where to seek out more information on him.
But what was truly weighting down on him was what Madam Bones had told him during their brief chat… that Harry was supposedly following in his footsteps in making a fearsome reputation for himself.
"Is that how the boy truly sees me? A ruthless tyrant that gives people reasons to fear him so that I may dominate them?" the Headmaster wondered worriedly. "And is he the only one? I knew that most people that met me respected me for my victory over Gelert… but could they actually fear me?"
The old man would have wanted to dismiss that thought… but in truth, it had not been the first time it had occurred to him. Even though he had dismissed it in the past, unconsciously he had taken steps to curb his fear-inspiring reputation leading to becoming more and more eccentric, his outward personality becoming childish at times even when taken together with his elderly wisdom.
Around an hour later, Harry was confronted by his housemates in the Gryffindor Common Room. Almost everyone other then the first years was present, eyeing the proceedings anxiously.
"Potter, what the hell were you thinking?" Percy Weasley demanded. "How dare you kill a respectable member of the Ministry?! If it wasn't for your celebrity status…" he continued to rant.
"Oh, shut up you pathetic brown-nosed imbecile." Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled a bottle of Butterbeer from an enlarged pocket and took a sip. "You clearly don't know or understand anything about the situation, so shut up."
"Tem points from…" a red-faced Percy began angrily.
"From nowhere. Gryffindor doesn't have any points for anyone to deduct right now." He snorted. "And frankly, I don't give a shit if you plan on taking a million points from me every day from now on."
"What do you mean you don't care?" Ron demanded.
"Exactly that." Harry shrugged. "Why should I care about Gryffindor house when the vast majority of them don't care about me?"
"Harry, I don't know what gave you that impression but…" Angelina Johnson began.
"Really?" Harry pinned her with his emerald stare as his eyes began glowing dangerously. "So what did you mean when you were talking behind my back, saying that they should throw a freak like me in Azkaban, hm? Those were your words, a few days after the whole school found out I was a Parselmouth when I made the mistake of saving that ungrateful brat's, Finch-Fletchley, miserable life. It's not like it was Malfoy's snake, summoned at Snape's instruction, that almost killed him. Blame the guy that stopped it." Harry barely refrained from sneering at the embarrassed looking black skinned girl.
"Leave her alone, Harry, she didn't think…" Alicia Spinet began.
"Like you didn't think when you accused me of attacking Hermione because I was jealous of her grades?" Harry cut her off. "Or like when many of you did the same?" he looked around the Common room and many avoided his look in shame. "You see, this is why I don't give a shit about Gryffindor House any more. Out of all of you, I can count on my fingers those that actually stood up for me when I was being badmouthed or discriminated against. You miserable bastards actually tried to censor me in my first year when McGonagall took 150 points from Hermione, Neville and I for being out of the tower after curfew… minutes after she only took just 20 from Malfoy for the same reason." He paused and took in the looks of outrage this news earned him. "Yeah, don't you just love it when she's fair like that?" he asked sarcastically. "But the point is you bastard tried to crucify me for loosing those points… completely ignoring the fact that I earned Gryffindor twice that much by myself in two Quidditch matches. Hell, Hermione earned 100 points every month that year, and Neville got plenty of points in every Herbology class. And yet, how many points did Gryffindor have on the last day before Dumbledore's last minute additions? 322 points. So the vast majority of he points Hermione won that year were lost by you lot, never mind the ones I won. And you had the nerve of badmouthing me!" he snapped at them, causing the ones that lost points more often to shift awkwardly.
"And then, last year, you accused me of attacking Muggle-born, completely ignoring that there was solid proof that I was elsewhere during the attacks… and they I'm a half-blood with a Muggle-born mother." Harry spat. "With few exceptions, all of Gryffindor House turned their back on me, sometimes even cursing me in the back in the hallways. Yes, I'm talking to you two, McLaggen and Towler." He glared at the two older boys as he began emitting a low killing intent, his eyes burning with emerald flames. "But I should thank you, the experience taught me an important lesson about the Wizarding World: I'm surrounded by idiocy and incompetence, with a rare few actually using their brains, and if I wand something done I can't rely on you, the professors or the Ministry. If I want something done, I have to do it myself. So with this, I give you your only warning. The nice Harry Potter that tolerated your shit in the past couple years is gone. Mess with me and I'll mess you up. Try to curse me and you'll spend a few months in St. Mungo's. Attack me seriously… well, I'll make what happened to Umbridge and Quirrell seem pleasant. My kiddy gloves have come off… and I burnt them to a crisp so that I would never be tempted to play nice with you lot again. Attack me and you will feel the full wrath of the House of Potter." Harry concluded as he got up from his seat and headed up to the Third Year Boys Dorm Room, the crowd parting like the Red Sea before him.
"Well done, that was an excellent performance. I could almost feel the fear radiating from some of them." Kaguya praised. "With this, your dominance in Gryffindor Tower will go rather smoothly. A few fools will likely attack you to test your patience, but make examples of them and the rest shall leave you alone."
"I sure hope so. I would hate to have to watch my back every second of the day. I still have to sleep up here." Harry remarked.
"I'm sure that arrangements could be made if necessary." Kaguya assured him.
The next morning, the Gryffindors were treating Harry carefully, making sure not to get in his way or offend him in some way. The only ones acting like normal were Hermione, Ron, Fred, George and Neville, the later having been quietly assured by Harry late that night after their dorm mates had fallen asleep that he was counted amongst those he had not hard feelings for.
"Hermione." Ron began, frowning as he looked over her shoulder "They've messed up your timetable. Look – they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time."
"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall." The bushy haired girl assured him.
"But look." said Ron, laughing, "See this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And – " Ron leaned closer to the timetable, disbelieving, "look – underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?"
"Don't be silly," said Hermione shortly. "Of course I won't be in three classes at once."
"Well then…"
"Pass the marmalade," said Hermione.
"But…"
"Oh, Ron, what's it to you if my timetable's a bit full?" Hermione snapped. "I told you, I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."
"Yeah, Ron." Harry agreed. "Other then Muggle Studies, my schedule is the same." He paused and gave Hermione a confused look. "Why are you taking that anyway? You're Muggle-born."
"But it's fascinating to learn about it from a Wizarding point of view…" Hermione insisted.
"It's outdated by around a century or so, and the professor can't even pronounce 'electricity' right." Harry deadpanned. "It's a complete waste of time. Just ask anyone taking the course."
"…Fine, I'll ask around." Hermione agreed.
Truth be told, Harry didn't really need to attend classes any more. Not because of Voldemort's, his mother's or even Dumbledore's memories. No, those were merely the memory set most valuable to him for more personal reasons. It was because of the memory sets of all Hogwarts professors other then Trelawney, Hagrid, Lupin and Flitwick whom had donated their magic to his recovery while believing he was suffering from Magical Exhaustion when it was just the opposite. And the only reasons why those four had not contributed was due to Trelawney being passed out from dinking sherry while the other three were not fully human and thus deemed unsafe to transfer their magic to a child. There was little known about Lycanthropy as it was, and they weren't taking chances regardless how much Lupin wanted to help Harry.
As such, he now knew all the course material in all but Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms, Divination and Care for Magical Creatures, as well as all the necessary tricks in leaning the spells, what to look for when the spells fail and how to fix various mistakes.
It goes without saying that he had the full intention of acquiring Flitwick's and Hagrid's memories, as while the half-giant was not the most educated person around, his experience with the many creatures in the Forbidden Forest was invaluable… especially with how he kept running into dangerous creatures, like the Cerberus, the Troll, the Basilisk…
"I'm not touching Lupin though." He scowled. "While his knowledge of dark creatures is supposedly vast, and I am a bit curious in what hole he secluded himself, I don't want to risk being infected with Lycanthropy."
"With your genes and magic power, I am confident you could overpower that curse. But I agree, why take risks?" Kaguya remarked.
"Personally, the thing I'm most interested in right now is whether Trelawney actually remembers the prophecies she makes." Harry shot back as he began heading for the North Tower where the Divination class was being held.
An hour later, he excused himself to the loo and used Dumbledore's Time Turner to turn back time for a couple hours, headed to the Room of Requirement… and burnt out a couple more wands while practicing his spells… or rather taking out his irritation on the humiliation that the class had been.
It wasn't something he did or failed to do, no, it was all Trelawney and her idiotic and random predictions. And, to top it all, it turns out that Trelawney did NOT remember her prophecies.
"And the worst thing is that I can't drop it, since that would mean returning Dumbledore's Time Turner!" he fumed.
"Look on the bright side." Kaguya urged him in a decisively non-supportive tone. "You're going to have your death predicted on a regular basis when you're the only one in the castle beside the phoenix that doesn't have to worry about it."
"I'm sure Dumbledore is finding this absolutely hilarious." Harry sighed as decided to check on his wand before heading to his Arithmancy class.
He had stored it in the Room of Requirement since it would draw attention of the unpleasant kind if his dorm mates found his wand soaking in blood, even if it was his own. The fact that his blood had been turned decisively darker in color by his transformation also contributed to this decision. Since the only other hidden location he could currently access was the Chamber of Secrets, he had not hesitating in choosing the ever-changing room on the seventh floor over it.
From what he could sense and see with his two Dojutsu, the Holly wood his wand was made of had been revitalized and was not alive… though no longer strictly holly wood. In fact, from what Kaguya could tell, the wood had slowly began changing into what she recognized as wood produced by the Mokuton.
She decided not to tell Harry right now that if the transformation continued at this rate his wand would become something akin to a pseudo-Shinju branch. Which would, most likely, be ideal for channeling Harry's powerful magic.
Nodding in satisfaction, he headed out and using a few secret passages he quickly arrived to the Arithmancy classroom, being the first student there in fact. As such, he was the only one to see Septima Vector leaning to pick up the rolls of parchment that had somehow ended up on the floor. And, more importantly to him, he saw her fabulous breasts held by a lacy black bra through the opening presented by the few upper buttons of her white shirt she currently had undone.
It was at that point that suddenly all the personal memories of this particular magic donor that he had all but suppressed out of respect for privacy were suddenly accessed making him fully aware that Septima Vector was a total babe at her 24 years, with lightly tan skin, luscious black hair and seductive violet eyes, and a body to die for under those unflattering robes… he was also suddenly aware of the stiffening of a part of his lower body when the woman gave him a beautiful smile when he began helping her.
"It looks someone was finally hit by puberty in full force." Kaguya remarked in amusement as Harry eventually turned away from the professor and headed to take a seat.
"It's not like… what the hell, why am I bothering to deny it?" Harry decided "It's not like you can't read my thoughts. So yeah, I find her attractive. Very attractive. She's one of the most beautiful women I've even met."
"Oh, what about me?" Kaguya seemed to pout a bit.
"You're dead. And you're related to me." Harry pointed out.
A few seconds later his vision was assaulted of multiple memory flashes of a gorgeous naked woman… with red hair and emerald eyes.
He was trapped between embarrassment and mortification at finding himself being aroused by his mothers body… who was also dead and related to him.
"You've made your point." He swallowed thickly and caught a pleased glint in Vector's purple eyes, his mind quickly replaying what his eyes had recorded while Kaguya was messing with him and he viewed the image of Vector bending over to pick up a quill she had dropped and in the process gave him a wonderful image of her behind. "I'll admit that your clothing is really… well, it really hides your figure." He shrugged.
"Hm." She answered as at the sounds of approaching chatter Vector fully buttoned up her shirt and put on her outer robes.
"Like that." He mentally grunted as the rest of the class entered, with Hermione trailing behind after them.
The bushy haired girl quickly made her way over to sit on Harry's right as the other students began to group themselves in pairs as well.
"Group yourselves in threes and fours." Vector spoke up without even paying much attention to them as she grabbed her class roll.
She likely had to give the same advice to every third year class. As such, Susan Bones ended up sitting on his left
"Well then, welcome to your first Arithmancy class." The professor spoke once the bell rang and the classroom door closed. "My name is Septima Vector and I will be your professor in this class." She introduced herself before she began giving them an introduction to Arithmancy.
"Well, let's see where this goes." Harry thought as he gave the professor a confident smirk as his eyes burned emerald for a few seconds when he met her gaze, earning a small smile from her.
A.N.: Well, another chapter done. I'll be taking a short break from this story though, since I want to catch up on my other stories a bit.
Regarding this chapter, specifically, the last part, I will say this now: I have no planned pairings right now. Vector could end anywhere between his worst enemy and his loyal love slave. I honestly have no real plans for her right now beyond a few scenes, but that can and will most likely change.
But yes, at the moment Harry is in a hot-for-teacher phase.
Regarding Hermione and Susan who had been mentioned in the character list for this story, I have big plans involving them… later on. Honestly, there will be a lot of time skips from now on until fourth year – because, let's face it, that's where the whole plot of Harry Potter starts moving for the world beyond Hogwarts.
Also, Harry can't just go take over the Ministry or the like because he literally can't: he has the power equivalent of a nuke and is just as risky to use it. His power is still not under his control and it will take quite a while to get there. He is, in a way, similar to Naruto before he graduated the Academy: plenty of chakra, nothing to use it on since his wand would blow up in his face.
Also, I will keep jutsu at a minimum for quite a while since while knowing hundreds, maybe more, he has no experience with chakra. As such, he will rely on his bloodline related jutsu as his eyes act as a crutch and amplifier. That does not mean he'll pop a Truth-Seeking Ball and trounce everyone who pisses him off.