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He spoke simply and clearly, and all it could do was stun them, as they were unprepared for those words calamity for the rest of their lives.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Fawley, I have some news. Mr. Potter's contract has been discovered, and Mr. Fawley has been found to also have one, identical to Mr. Potter's save the names, and have both been found to be completely real. You shall be moved to your new Betrothed quarters starting tomorrow. Be prepared." With that, he sent a wave and moved into his class, leaving two stunned students.

Harry and Trip walked into the classroom, stunned and with no idea what to do. Harry decided he would sit by Trip today instead of Daphne, as he usually did. This caused Daphne to frown, and ask why, even though she already suspected the reason.

"Well it turns out, as betrothed, we must share a quarters. I don't know how they found out, they just did. It also turns out that Trip is betrothed and will have to do the same thing." He said, shaking slightly in fear and anxiety.

She nodded with an unreadable expression on her face, as she turned away and payed attention to Flitwick's lecture.

"Today, Class, we go over the theory of magic and wands. I have had many a first year come up to me and question why we use wands, and I always give the same answer. It's easier" He said, his squeaky voice easily heard in the surprisingly silent classroom.

"Wandless magic is not unheard of, in fact, among the more powerful it can be used quite often. The cost, is that it takes a dozen times more energy and focus. The weaker among you magically, may never be able to do it. It is a spectacle, however, and it can accomplish great things. Merlin himself is said to have used wandless magic when not with his staff, and with it he supposedly created animagus, parseltongue, and the rest.

"It is incredibly powerful when harnessed correctly, but nobody has managed such a thing both before and after Merlin. In our greatest book, The History of Magic by Lord Castellan, it speaks of a child who will one day be able to recreate the effects of Merlin, and harness wandless magic. Of course, it is simply a legend, like the greek Gods, Chamber of Secrets and Deathly Hallows.

"Now, tonight I want an essay on all of this information, it can be found in the book I spoke of, as well as most charms textbooks. For now, I want you all to practice the Levitation charm." He said, as he got off his podium of books, and moved over to his main desk, which had a much smaller seat and shorter desk.

Harry accomplished the spell with a quick swish of his wand, nobody, not even he, noticing he lacked words. He moved on, helping others. Ronald turned out to need much help, as he couldn't even pronounce the words, and Malfoy was way off. His words and his movement were off, making Harry fear for a bison to appear.

Soon enough, class was over, and they moved on to the others. Each class was the same as the first, starting a lecture and moving onto work. They did not have Potions today, but they could tell what would be happening tomorrow by the expressions on their fellow students faces as they glanced at them.

Once it was all over, they moved up the stairs to an entire abandoned corridor, with rooms lining across it. The corridor was on the fifth floor, and was in terrible need of dusting. They noticed blank gold plaques on the door, and looked carefully at each one. Trip and Liz found theirs first, and they moved in, glancing warily at each other. Harry and Daphne found their own, and walked in slowly.

The door was locked with dozens of charms that would take years for even Grindelwald himself years to deal with. Harry quickly moved over to the couch, and unpacked his things, setting on blankets. He could hear Daphne's quiet sigh of relief, as she moved onto the bedroom with his trunk.

The night was quiet, with Harry reading alte into the night. As morning came, He got up, stretched, and moved onto the bathroom. There, he began his morning routine of shower, teeth, attempting to tame his hair, once again. He heard a knock, and opened it to Daphne, with her hair down in a silver nightie. He moved out, let her in, closed the door behind him and turned to his trunk. Opening it, he pulled out a nice, green shirt with silver highlights, his school pants and robe, and pulled it all on. He decided to forgo the tie, like usual, and closed his trunk.

By then, he heard Daphne in the bathroom taking a shower, and decided to exit the room. As he stepped out, he stared in awe at the changed corridor. Instead of the dusty, dank place it had been last night, it was bright and cheery, with freshly waxed floor and scrubbed walls. He moved onto class, and the process repeated itself.

Over the course of the month, everything was beginning to mold together, and overall, it all seemed completely normal, with the exception of one Quirinus Quirrell. He was an enigma to Harry, he seemed both frightened of his own shadow, and one who was hiding an incredibly big secret, especially since Harry caught him at odd moments heading to the third floor corridor, and talking to himself.

Harry tried to peer into his mind, but he felt such anger emanating from him, such pure, unadulterated rage, that he fell over in his seat. That it was all happening while he was in Quirrell's class where he was speaking in the most timid voice possible, really stunned him.

Finally Halloween arrived, and Harry was incredibly wary. He may have accepted his parents death after reviewing his memories of the night, but it didn't help the fact that it was his parents that died that night, all for him. It grew even worse when Quirrell stumbled into the hall, muttering something about a plan. He shouted about a troll, and promptly passed out.

Chaos raged the hall, until Dumbledore lifted his hand and raised his wand. When he did, Harry saw something he never would have predicted his entire life. The Elder Wand, was held by Dumbledore in his right hand as a large cannon blast blew from it. If that was true, and Harry's suspicions about the cloak were right, The Hallows were real, and he had located two of them. What else did that say about what was real, were Hecate and Circe real? He would have to look into this more.

The hall fell into silence with the blast, and as Dumbledore yelled for them to return to their common rooms, Harry stayed behind, hiding under the desk. Although he got weird looks from his friends, they moved on, associating it with his normal weirdness. When the hall had emptied, Quirinus looked up, scouting the room. Noticing no one, he got up, pulling on the cloak he had received so obviously from Dumbledore, who had luckily been made to give an unbreakable vow to return it, or, as it was a hallow, might never have been returned.

Quirrel exited the hall, and Harry slipped out right behind him, and they walked up to the corridor on the third floor. Suddenly, a cold voice entered the room, emanating from the turban on his professor, that made Harry stop dead.

"Be careful Quirinus, I would rather not have a repeat of last time, poor Severus, my loyal follower. How much he has suffered due to your blunders. I am warning you, you only have so long before trouble comes."

Harry followed Quirrel automatically and warily, as he turned the corner, nearing a locked door at the end of the hall. With a quick Alohomora, Quirrel entered. Harry looked carefully behind him, and stepped inside. He saw a giant Cerberus, but ignored it, he had already read about the giant dogs. Scary though they may be, they were only dangerous when aggravated. Yet that gave Harry an idea… a terrible one that he may regret for years to come, but it would stop a madman from rising…

Quirrel summoned a harp, but Harry destroyed it with a quick bombarda, and the dog opened a pair of eyes. Harry quickly left the room, ignoring the screams centering around a locked door at the end of the hall…

It was now December, and Harry was still chaken over the death of Quirrel. Though he hid it well, it frightened him to look in the mirror, as he only saw a killer. His friends tried to get him to talk, Neville standing up bravely next to Hermione, who had grown a tiny bit distant from Harry, who did not notice. Daphne even cornered him in their quarters, but Harry wormed his way out of that one with a quick sleeping charm. He set her in the bed, and went to sleep on the couch.

Though, it only lasted a month before Harry got over it, as he realised it wasn't his fault, in fact, he had saved the entire Wizarding World from a threat worse than death. With this on a constant repeat on his mind, he learned to live with it, but pledged that if he were to kill anyone in the future, they would have to be truly vile, so he could live with himself.

Harry had spent many a night resting on Gracie's back though, when the occasional nightmare appeared, Hedwig cuddling him. He found soon enough, that flying on a dragon was second to none, even a broom was incomparable, though amazing. Even Phoenix travel stunned him with how amazing it was as he flew about, laughing to himself. He also learned via Gracie that his founders titles and Peverell name was unlockable, but it required certain tasks to be completed.

He continued to learn from Dumbledore, and had already accomplished the practical of Seventh year, and Trip was quickly making his way through sixth. Harry had already read through the sixth year, and once he finished with seventh, he would be completely set for his N.E.W.T.S. and would easily breeze through school with his occlumency skills. Nowadays, Dumbledore was tutoring him in Alchemy, the last class for him to master, and legilimency, when he learned Harry had the skill one day,

November 13th- Dumbledore's Office- Harry's POV

Harry had been called into Dumbledore's office alone, for his now daily Alchemy lesson. Dumbledore showed him how to brew a potion of replenishment, even more powerful than the normal one taught to budding potioneers, this one was far advanced than anything most people could even consider, since it's alchemic composition broke the laws of normal potions.

He stirred the drought as Dumbledore sat carefully in his seat, watching over the brewing while instructing him on what would be best for what. While Harry may be wary of the man, who wouldn't with the sheer amount of secrets he held, he did admire his intelligence. If it wasn't that he already knew the truth, he would have suspected the man a descendent of Ravenclaw.

Harry decided to probe his mind carefully once the replenishing drought was finished, but hit a wall stronger than most had ever seen. The only one Harry had ever met that rivaled Dumbledore's defences was his own, and even he was barely a step down from Harry's. Of course, Harry wasn't stupid; he knew that this chance would never come again. While Dumbledore held his head in surprise and pain, he disarmed him with a the quick spell he had learned immediately, and felt the Elder Wand accept it's new master.

Harry reluctantly put it back in Dumbledore's hand, and asked him what was wrong. Dumbledore just stared at Harry, still amazed at his ability. Dumbledore then quickly ordered him to keep it a secret, but Harry asked him for the Legilimency lessons he had so craved. Dumbledore agreed, awed by the boy's power, and dismissed him, the meeting arranged for tonight, as with the usual lessons.

Present- Harry's POV

With December had arrived winter exams, and Harry finished them all with Outstandings + in all of them, and he quickly realised academics would never be a problem for him. He decided to move onto skill she lacked, such as learning parseltongue without looking at a snake, and finishing his animagus. He had learned he was some type of eagle, with golden wings and claws. He had also learned to keep the senses on him at all times, which he had mastered first, finding them superior to his own humans.

They had all managed to morph together, and his eagle senses were now his own, permanent. He had learned quite quickly that the more powerful animagus tended to keep some aspects of their animals, such as Mcgonagall's preference for solitude, retractable claws, and aloof air. It had been quite a shock when he woke up one day and discovered golden wings on his back.

He had kept them hidden from Daphne, and under his clothes he lay them against his back, carefully. They had a gigantic wingspan of ten feet each, and he now practiced flying everyday. He was nowhere near Gracie's power, but it was still amazing to fly by himself. He learned to ignore them, despite feeling the powerful muscles in his back aching to fly, and made sure they were kept a secret. He attempted to cut them off, as they were too much of a risk, but utterly failed, as he simply couldn't.

That was a hard week. He moved on, and just flew on Gracie now, as to prevent unwanted attention, not that the Dragon helped much. The entire school was prepared to kill her, until Harry stood his ground in front of them, with his Phoenix on his shoulder, Gracie standing on her legs, behind him her wings spread out and she snorted fire. The image was powerful, and had even Dumbledore shaking in his boots. Trip was the first to walk next to him, facing the crowd, with Dumbledore realising how powerful these two were as a pair.

Daphne and Liz stood next to him next, Hermione and Neville joining them. With Neville at 100, he may be beaten by the rest but he could kick ass in the crowd of students. With that, everyone gave them a wide berth, truly scared of their potential power. Even Dumbledore rethought his plan, but decided to stick with out no matter how frightening they were.

When the Christmas holls arrived, almost the entirety of the school left. Harry had received invitations from all his friends, even Trip and Daphne, but he declined them all. He wanted to spread his wings and fly, no pun intended. He spent the entirety of the two weeks in his quarters, without a shirt as his golden wings went wide, touching each end of the room.

He learned as much as he could, and soon, he thought he might rival even Dumbledore in pure knowledge, though not wisdom. Once he received his presents, he set them under a tree he had conjured, and his eyes widened at Christmas day when he realized the sheer amount that he had been gifted. He had at least a dozen presents, each from his friends and their families.

As he looked through them, he recognized all names but one, a Ms. Lovegood. He opened a card, and was surprised by the contents. He quickly picked up on the fact that she was a seer. A truly rare one at that, she might even rival Trip in her abilities, who had completely developed the ability, although with occlumency he rarely got prophecies, and even fewer that he remembered.

She had woven him some wool socks, and Harry put them on, finding them extremely comfortable. He knew that with her abilities as an Aura Seer, something Trip lacked as a Prophetic Seer, she would likely be treated as an outcast, and Harry made the decision right then and there to become her friend as soon as she came to Hogwarts next year.

As Harry opened the rest of his presents, many of them sweets and books, his mind wandered over to the Hallows, and it came to him with a startling realization that he now had two of the legendary items. Once he got the Resurrection stone, he could claim the Elder Wand as his own officially, and become the Master of Death.

Harry pondered this, considering what abilities he might gain as such a being, as he opened the last of his presents. He hesitated on the last one, however, as he recognized a magical signature suggesting there was a portkey in it. He carefully pulled out his wand and cast a carefully controlled cutting curse on it, which revealed an old, worn boot. He tracked it to a Malfoy Manor, thanks to his experience with the press, and quickly destroyed it with a fire curse.

He moved on, deciding to try some of his sweets, when he noticed a strange package in the corner that he hadn't seen before. He scanned it, but found nothing. The card on it revealed nothing as well, and once he opened it, he gasped. A golden ring lay in a velvet case, but Harry sensed faint traces of dark magic emanating from it. Whatever had been on it, was gone, but he took no chances. He picked up a nearby card, and read it.

To Whom it may concern,

I would like to keep my identity a secret, if you would not mind, but I will ask that you do consider this ring. THis ring once belonged to a Morfin Gaunt, before it moved onto a Tom Marvolo Riddle the Second, also known as Lord Voldemort. He has decided to create Horcruxes at this time, and I fear what it may mean for the world. As proof, I give this to you, seeker, to give example of what he chooses for them, and what may be used to destroy it. Basilisk fang works best.

Now, I do wish to tell you this, as these may very well be my final words, I have found two, this ring, and a locket I have hidden with my house elf. There was once a stone inside the ring, but it's power is too dangerous. I cannot let any old fool wield it, and as such, when the time is right, and you are ready, if you ever are, the stone will come to you. When it does, you will know what it is…

Best Regards,

R.A.B.

Harry realised they were speaking of Horcruxes, and quickly grabbed the ring. He memorised the feel of the magic, and set it down. That is, until he saw a green snake on it. He put it on, and felt power grow inside him, as he became the Lord of house Slytherin. He decided to test it, and realised he could speak parseltongue now without a snake.

He looked at the letter carefully again, and took in the part about the Basilisk. It would be difficult, but he would see what he could do about getting a fang. He set the letter down, and took in that he had completed a task. Only 3 left, and he could fully claim his birthright.

He finally looked at his wings, and noticed a slight change. The golden pieces rand down his back, where there were two muscles that connected to his back. They mace him look much like an angel, and to be honest, it kinda creeped him out.

As he looked at each feather, soft as silk, he carefully plucked one out, it was an emerald green. They were scattered among the gold, distinct as can be. It contrasted beautifully, and if what he suspected was right, his wings might become the most beautiful pieces in the world, at least, so he hoped.

He folded them back up against his back, and decided to at least get out for the Christmas feast. He put on a nice silk shirt that was the ravenclaw sapphire blue with bronze highlights, and walked down the steps. Nobody else in ravenclaw had stayed, and as far as he knew only Weasley stayed of all the Gryffindors. Both Nott and Parkinson of the Slytherins stayed, and 6 Hufflepuffs remained.

He sat at the table, to a smile from Dumbledore, a stare from Mcgonagall, smirk on Snape, to which he smirked back, a Gigantic grin from Hagrid, who he decided to get up and hug. He and Hagrid had grown close over the course of the year, he even came by for tea every other day when he could fit it into his schedule. Hagrid regaled him with tales of his parents, and of amazing creatures he had met.

Harry wouldn't lie, some of the creatures frightened him, but he still smiled with Hagrid, and offered encouragement, as Hagrid hoped to be the Care of Magical Creatures by his Third year, as he hoped Harry would join his class, that Harry had already promised himself he would, and Professor Thompson, the current teacher, had talked about the next year being his last. Although, he did say that he was considering sharing the class with Ms. Grubbly-Plank, a friend of his.

Harry now considered Hagrid one of his best friends, and vowed to protect the large man with his life. He would bring him from his Hero Worship of Dumbledore, and he had already been doing well. As loyal as Hagrid was, he was very similar to Harry. Loyal to a fault, and would lay down his life, but that loyalty and trust would break easily with the wrong events, and would be near impossible to bring back.

He hugged the man, who laughed, hugging him back. The large moleskin jacket with too many pockets was draped over his chair, and he had on a burgundy woollen shirt with leather pants. His warm, dark eyes crinkled in happiness, and he pat the seat next to him.

"Ah, Harry, 'ow's it goin'? I 'eard from the others you ain't leavin' your room 'cept to see me for tea? Is somethin' wrong?" He asked, concern in his voice as it bellowed through the halls.

"It's nothing Hagrid, there's just nothing to do, all my friends except you are out on holiday, so the only one I can really talk to here is you. Sure, the teachers are here, but they don't exactly make wonderful conversation do they? All about grades, they are." Harry responded, a grin on his face as he looked up at the large man. Hagrid laughed loudly at his joke, and once he calmed down he responded.

"'Spose so, well, dig in! They've got wizard crackers 'ere! Wonderful things, even got a wizards hat out o' one o' 'em!" Hagrid pointed to said hat, which was situated on his head, buried under a mass of black hair. Harry laughed, and picked a couple out himself. In doing so, he missed the glances from everyone at the teacher as they watched the dynamic between the two men. They could not be more different, one an outgoing, large man with kindness to spread everywhere, and one a semi-cold person who talked informally to only his friends, sharing few words with anybody else.

Hagrid watched with a grin as Harry cracked a cracker and got a brand new wizards chess set, which he played with the giant man, and lost spectacularly to. It surprised many, as they thought Harry would absolutely destroy the man, but then they realised he must have been taking pity. Harry of course, knew that Hagrid was actually quite smart, contrary to the demeanor he tended to flaunt, but due to low self-confidence, he hid it.

Harry encouraged him to show it off, but he merely shook him off, too afraid. Harry was intent on it however, and desperately wanted the man to take his O.W.L.'s and N.E.W.T.'s. One day, he promised himself as he went back to his meal. Dumbledore started at the two with curiosity. He was no idiot, he had noticed that Hagrid had begun to distance himself from him, and he wondered why. As far as he knew, no one suspected him of his plan, not even Mcgonagall and Snape.

He had noticed how Snape had warmed up to the boy as well, and it was concerning. He needed Snape to weaken the boy as much as possible, and he would be unwilling if he liked the boy. And that's when it all went to Hell.

Harry's eyes glowed gold, as he stared at Hagrid. His mouth fell open as his wings expanded from his back, ripping open his shirt and robe. His eyes flashed with death and destruction, faces flitting over his eyes as he watched them die. Red Hair, Greasy hair, dark eyes, a man falling. 30 wizards about to kill another, Chocolate eyes losing light, red eyes fading from color, and a black gate with a silvery veil. He cried out in horror as he watched each die, whether it be green light, cut down from a sword or disappearing into dust.

Gods and Heroes watching, destruction tearing down building by building, cutting down person by person as blonde, curly hair flitted over his eyelids. People watched as he writhed in pain. Hagrid jumped up, calling his name as he picked the boy up. He carried him out of the hall, out of the castle, onto the ground. He brought him to his wooden hut, with Fang barking at the door.

He slammed open the door and placed him carefully on the blankets, and his wings stretched the entirety of the hut. Finally, the glow died and Harry stopped screaming and fell into a deep sleep. Hagrid boiled some water for tea, and carefully pulled a blanket up onto Harry.

When Harry awoke, it was to the sweat smell of tea he had tasted and loved so much. He sat up, groaning as the pain in his head receded. He folded back his wings, as he carefully took a cup from Hagrid. While he did not remember much from his visions, one thing stood out to him, that people would die. People close to him, and he suspected some. He looked up to his friend, and grinned at the man, who grinned back, although worry was in his eyes. Harry vowed once again to get Hagrid a proper wand, so that he could defend himself. The world would not lose this great man for a long time.

When the christmas holidays were over, the students came back. With them, the staring and whispering as they all quickly learned of his newest attributes and apparent ability as a seer. Luckily, Harry had already registered under the ICW, or he might have been in trouble. Apparently they were able to deduce him as a seer, since all seers shared that same light in common, though the clarity and color of it depended on who it was. Trelawney was green and a thick fog, which said she was barely a seer, yet also an incredibly accurate and powerful one.

Soon enough, the end of the year was nearing as it turned into late april, with nothing truly exciting happening. It was simply the dragging classes, with the exception of the lectures, and the usual pitiful taunts from Ronald and Draco. However, the year couldn't end with peace, as another huge event happened. As Harry was walking to his quarters with Daphne, Snape walked up to him.

"Hello, Potter, I wish to tell you one thing and give you something of Importance. Do not trust Dumbledore, with any semblance of your being, he has plans that are not in your best interest. Please, I cannot see you die like your mother." As he said this, He handed Harry a blood-red stone, and walked off. Harry's eyes bulged as he recognized what it was.

"The Philosopher's Stone.."

Righty then, there's another chapter! I really feel Hagrid is underused in pretty much every fanfiction ever, as well as the books! And I just love him, so I wanna really make him a prevalent character, someone who Harry really comes to care for, and it's already begun! I dare you to guess who I was referring to die. Now then, I have a couple polls on my accounts, they would change the story a lot, so please, if you would, check them out.

And it may seem like the death of Quirrel did not affect him, but he's just bottling it up, which I plan to have an arc over the course of the entire story, where he learns to accept death, and you have to remember, Harry was really one for bottling up his emotions in the books, and that is One thing I cannot change, too big a part of him. Anyways, please, Review!