Chapter 4: If you come up for a good name to this Chapter then let me know.

TIME SKIP: ALMOST FOUR YEARS

Before school Hogwarts staff meeting

The staff of Hogwarts sat down around the large table in the conference room. Albus Dumbledore sat at the head with a smile on his face; to his right was Minerva McGonagall and to his left sat Severus Snape. They were arguably the leaders of Hogwarts. The Headmaster, The Deputy Headmistress, and the head of Slytherin House. Other people in the room included Madeye Moody, Fillius Flitwick, and Pompona Sprout.

"Well," began Dumbledore, "I guess we should get started. Anyone have anything to ask." When all of the teachers had said that no, they did not in fact have anything to ask he continued. " Well then let's get to the social part of the meeting."

"I wonder what shenanigans potter will get in to this year." McGonagall said in her Scottish brogue.

"There is no telling what he will get into." Snape said with a slight smile on his face. Harry potter was after all his favorite student. Sure they had loathed each other at first but they got over it.

All of the other teachers mumbled agreement. Harry potter had already saved the philosophers stone, killed a 69 meter basilisk, and drove off a couple hundred dementors without breaking a sweat. So yeah, he got into a lot of stuff.

Oh yeah, he also freed his god father Sirius Black.

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"Exspelliarmus."

"Damn it Harry. Stop beating me." Whined ex-convict/mass murderer Sirius Black. He couldn't fathom how his godson had gotten so good at dueling. It wasn't fair; he had after all been one of the Ministry's top aurors before he had been unfairly incarcerated. Sure he may have been a little out of practice from over a decade of sleeping with the dementors, but he still expected to be able to beat a fourteen year old. Even if that fourteen year old was his godson, top in his year, defeater of a thousand year old basilisk, and extreme martial artists.

"Oh, stop whining Sirius, your still not back in shape and if I were any other fourteen year old you would have beaten me." Harry scolded his childish godfather. "Let's go again. And to help you I will tell you a secret about magic. Don't use incantations, use your will power. That's the secret to large, showy and powerful magics. Allow me to demonstrate."

With that he drew his wand and taking a breath swished it down, never once uttering a syllable. Out of the end erupted magnificent green flames that began to swirl around Sirius and he. They rose all the way to the ceiling of the large dueling room of potter manor and began to swirl around as harry directed them with his will and expand outward gaining strength as they did. The further away they got the brighter they got until they were white and couldn't be looked at. To Sirius the magic in the air seemed tangible. It seemed powerful and it seemed without end.

Wait it couldn't be. No it wasn't possible. There had only been Three in the last century. After all those with never ending power reserves were very rare and little people even knew they existed. Sirius himself only knew because there was a super rare book in the Black family library he had read when he was sixteen. He just didn't think it was possible that his godson, Harry Potter, was a sport.

Harry stood there and let the heat from the flames wash over him. He basked in it and reveled in the feeling of his magic running through his veins. He sighed in reluctance as he let the magic powering the flames go. The flames swirling on the edges of the room vanished leaving harry and Sirius standing there. Harry smiled as he saw that Sirius had his mouth wide open staring in wonder at him.

"Flies, Sirius, Flies."

"HOLY CRAP, Harry I can count on one hand the amount of people I know that could do something like that." Sirius paused and seemed to consider something. He then spoke in a slow voice. "Harry do you know what a sport is?"

` "Nope, can't say that I do."

"I have a book that I can give you to tell you, but first, let's get me back into shape."

"Ok, then on the count of three. One. Two. Three." Harry swished his wand down and allowed some magic to pool at the top and conjured a large Grim. It charged at Sirius who sent a blast at fire at his look alike. The grim soon turned to ash but Harry was already on his next move. Two conjured birds flew at Sirius with killer intent in their eyes. Sirius sent two cutters at them and relieved them of their wings.

Sirius returned fire with a blast of water from his wand. Harry deflected it with a casual gust of wind that blew it off to the right. As Sirius released his control of the water, Harry transfigured it into large ice sickles sharp enough to pierce steel and banished them at Sirius. With alarm Sirius sent a fire ball to melt them. That did the trick. Harry then sent his own blast of fire at Sirius who sent up a mage shield to block the flames. That was fine with Harry as he switched control over the flames to his wandless hand and kept the flames coming. Then with his wand he conjured a large slab of stone. Next, he transfigured in to an ornately carved humanoid figure. He gestured with his wand and the figure was moving with slow steps that made the ground shake.

Sirius was beginning to sweat as Harry kept the flames coming. He didn't think he could keep the shield up for much longer. Just then, he felt a tremor in the ground. What the Hell was that. Sirius thought. He felt another, then again and again. Suddenly the flame vanished, and he could see again.

There, in front of him stood a golem. The thing had to be at least ten feet tall and looked like it could crush with a single step. Acting instinctively, Sirius sent an over powered blasting curse at the thing. It promptly blew apart. Sirius banished the resulting stones at Harry, who merely vanished them. Sirius kept the stuff coming though raining spell upon spell on Harry, who sent up a mage shield and blocked all of the spells. Sirius began to send conjured rubber balls at Harry, then, when harry promptly banished them back at him, he jumped aside. He looked back at harry just in time to come face to face with a bundle of conjured chains. Soon he was bundled up in chains like a new born in blankets.

He began to curse as Harry laughed at him and released him." I think that's enough for today Sirius and your tired. Not to mention we have to keep Remus company tonight still."

"Yeah, I suppose so." Sirius had been very surprised to find out that Harry was an animagus. An apex predator too. Sirius hoped that there wouldn't be any more surprise, he doubted it though.

As they went to clean up, Harry thought about what had transpired since he had learned about the magical world, beginning first with his sorting.

FLASHBACK

Harry stood with the other first years waiting to be sorted. While the other first years were speculating as to what house they would go to, Harry was standing in a corner off by himself. A blond boy came up with what looked like two dumb gorillas, oh wait those were kids.

"Draco Malfoy, Potter. You are my new best friend." The blond said in an arrogant way. Harry knew his type well and could see clearly that he was an arrogant sod from a rich family. He probably got whatever he wanted and didn't have to work a day in his life.

The boy was holding his hand out, expecting Harry to shake it. "I could bite him if you like Harry."

Arnine whispered in Harry's Mind. They had been able to converse like this ever since Harry had found a spell that made an animal your familiar. Now she was a tattoo around his waist.

"No I'll handle this." To the boy he said, "Do you take something to make you so stupid, or is it just natural."

The boy turned a nasty red color and said in what he thought was a threatening voice, "Watch yourself, Potter, Wouldn't want you to meet the same end as your parents, would we." With that he gestured and he and his brutes walked away.

Harry stood there quietly snickering to himself when Professor McGonagall came in and told them to follow her. After the sorting hat had sung it's song, students were called up and began to put the hat on. The hat would eventually call out where the student would go. Some were very short, others took a while, the longest being a minute and forty-five seconds for a girl named Hermione Granger. She eventually went to Gryffindor.

When his name was called the whole hall started whispering. He rolled his eyes and walked up to the stool and sat on it. McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, you have an intriguing mind." Harry nearly jumped when he heard the voice in his head.

"I am guessing you are the sorting hat" he said.

"Indeed I am Mr. Potter. Now how about we get to sorting you. HMMM… let's see. Oh my, such power, and brains to go with it. A drive to succeed that I have rarely seen. Such Cunning, and loyalty to those few whom you love. Much courage, but only to be used for those that deserve it. You are so very adaptable Mr. Potter. You would do well in any of the houses, but with a drive to succeed like yours there is only one place for you.

"SLYTHERIN"

END FLASHBACK.

After that first day, Harry had driven himself to get better and better at magic. He had found a room that could transform into whatever he needed it to be. He had used it to read books practice charms, transfiguration, Potions, and defense against the dark arts. None of his classmates could keep up with him, not even the highly intelligent Granger girl who was second only to him. He used the room to learn how to fight with magic. Soon he was confident that only the Professors could beat him in a fight, and then only with much difficulty.

After his sorting Harry had been alienated by his classmates, the Slytherins because he was a half-blood and the others because he was a Slytherin. He didn't mind though he liked being a loner. It gave him more time to practice his magic. The red headed boy, who Harry later learned was named Weasley , went around saying that Harry was a future dark lord. Malfoy said he was an inferior Half-blood. Harry simply didn't care.

It wasn't till Halloween that something interesting had happened.

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A.N.

Sorry it's been awhile. I really have no excuse other than the fact that I am lazy. Some of you may recognize a few things I took from other stories. This includes Darth Marrs's idea of sports in his story "Unspeakable Things" really good story, definitely worth a read.

A.N. 2

Forgot to put this in here, but I was Sirius about the chapter title. Er, serious. sorry