Time to Judge

"Where is he?" Hissed Hermione, her wand out. Sparks flying out. Fred and George looked at each other, Harry escaped once. He could escape again. They were not wanting to face an irate Hermione.

"Our dorm."

Hermione stopped and stared at them "You're selling him out?"

"We might be scared of Harry when he blows his lid. He needs us. We need him as well. We know that you're not gonna hurt him…that much." Fred replied.

Hermione shook her head "Thanks." She turned to move only to find that she couldn't.

"Stick charm?"

George nodded "We sold him out. We're only giving him time to hide."

Hermione turned her wand on the two and muttered something, the Twins didn't know what she had done but they certainly felt it. The curse of the bogeys, a spell that Ron mentioned back in first year and had recently been used a lot by Ginny made its appearance.

Harry had dived under Lee's bed and willed himself this time to have light bent around him. He even activated his entropy sphere in order to raise the odds of him not being found. He grinned as Hermione stormed into the dormitory in question, looked around. Let out a snarl of rage before storming out again.

However, the downside of his entropy manipulation was that once He had seen Hermione calm down. He couldn't help but snigger profusely at the fact that he had hidden in plain sight in front of her.

Hermione stabbed viciously into her pork sausage. Harry winced "Was what I did really that bad? Or was it because it wasn't done to you?"

The blush told him everything. Harry smirked as he poured copious amounts of cheese and onion sauce over his mashed potatoes. Something felt off, he couldn't explain it. Harry closed his eyes and brought up an image of a perfect blue sky, no breeze.

This one image trick was the basis of Mind Magic. It was one of the books Professor Flitwick had lent him. "Mind and Magic, Mastery of Both and its Influence" was its name, it was less of a thesis and more of a collection of ideas created by his mother as a side project.

She never got to finish it because of Dumbledore. Professor Flitwick had given Harry a saddened smile.

Flashback

"Harry, I want you to have this." The diminuitive Professor explained as he casually levitated him and his bookstack off his stool, one flew out, and was similarly replaced with another book of a similar thickness.

It landed casually in Harry's hands and nearly fell to the floor as Harry's jaw dropped. The Charms Professor grinned at his last apprentices son "Impressive? Never thought I could do that?"

Harry snorted "Kind of."

Flitwick grinned "Have a look at the spine." Harry did so 'Lillian Evans'.

"My mum's?"

Flitwick nodded "She sent it to me, two weeks before she died. With a set of instructions to learn it, practise it, hide it and give it to you when I thought you were ready…She didn't trust Dumbledore. She said that he was the caster of the Custodiat Arcanum Charm…Well ritual charm."

"The 'Secret Keeper Spell'…Also known as the Fidelius Charm." Harry said opening the book. He closed it with a snap, his eyes glowing red like a fire burning bright.

"He knows the truth. He knows who led Voldemort up to the Front Door of My House…Professor, I've been dabbling with Spirit. Found that Spirit can be used to find out if something really is what it is and what is not what it seems."

Flitwick blurred. He had his wand out, a rainbow of colours cascaded around the room. One of those spells was an Incarcerous spell "You what? Do you know how dangerous that was…probably not, Mr. Potter, using Spirit like that can leave you open to possession and other things…I strongly suggest not touching that Sphere unless someone much more experienced is around. But what did you find?"

Harry explained that he felt a Dog and a Rat that felt more human.

"I'll think about this. Read that book and keep practising the exercises."

He felt it. He looked up and it looked a lightning bolt streaked across the sky. Harry looked behind and he saw a heard of Goats heading towards Hogwarts. Somehow in his mind, Harry realised that Hogwarts was where his memories were and the sky was his defence.

Harry concentrated and suddenly Hogwarts changed shape. It became less of the friendly castle and into a proper locked down fortress. The goats left but the Storm intensified. "Let's see who you belong to?"

(Head table)

Dumbledore growled under his breath. Potter had created some effective mental barriers. Albeit new ones but barriers all the same. He had expected the Slytherin table to have them and they did but not the Gryffindor's.

Down the table, he heard Snape snarl. Apparently Potter had kicked Snape out as well.

(Gryffindor table)

Harry grinned what he had done was the basic of what his mum had written down as 'Legilimency and Occlumency' the art of reading and protecting the mind.

Harry grinned. The book opened his mind literally to the ideas of what he could do with it. He also recognised the abilities that he could use to abuse others, destroy the minds of others. He put them to the back of his mind and carried on eating.

He made small talk with Fay and Katie and tried not to look at Ron scarfing down food. How he was friends with a person that only lived to eat he would never know. He suspected Dumbledore.

He steered away from the treacle tart and pumpkin juice. Hermione noticed, chose not to say anything but mimicked him. Little did he know that the younger years who he had been assisting earlier on during the holidays followed his example and unknown to him, Dumbledore gritted his teeth. He needed a new plan.

"Harry Potter, must be on board with my plans. That was all there was to it. Harry does not need to know that I intend to orchestrate his demise."

Unbeknownst to both Harry and the Headmaster, Flitwick and Snape were observing with a critical eye. The diminutive Charms Teacher watched in satisfaction as Dumbledore growled at his frustration to read Harry's mind.

Snape watched and wondered if Potter would be able to help him slip his chain.

Dinner finished and Harry headed up stairs. Lessons started soon as did the Quidditch Season, Harry to fight the fact that his Teachers had broken his broom. "No, I won't humiliate them. I'll break them."

"Break who Harry?" It was Hermione.

Harry looked at her "Nothing you need to be too concerned about. Just thinking about my less than satisfactory years in the Wizarding World."

Hermione nodded "I may have said this already but this sounds like a bad idea."

Harry grinned "The worst."

"Why were you in the girls dorm?"

Harry chuckled "Mixed Forces and Correspondence together and it didn't properly work and as a result I needed Fay and Katie to help me…I looked like I was wearing a onesie out of latex."

Hermione sniggered "I think you mean Morphsuit. Yeah, they don't suit you. What was the reason?"

Harry had to stop himself from launching bolts of electricity "The Teachers wrecked the broom I got for Christmas. Also heard that Dumbledore is going to make me his loyal little puppet again."

Hermione's eyes widened "That's illegal."

"Since when does that stop Dumbledore…Unfortunately for him, his little weapon has developed sentience. Dumbledore wants the weapon to sort out the Wizarding World…"

"Only he's one of the problems."

Hermione sighed "I'm with you. I dislike this immensely but I'm with you until the end."

That evening a party broke out, celebrating the last evening of freedom. It got loud, raucous and at some point, Harry vanished a Seventh Years pants and successfully blamed it on someone else causing a massive duel to erupt in the common room.

Ron glowered mulishly at his best friend. Something had changed with Harry and he didn't like it. A quick rummage through Harry's trunk shouldn't hurt.

With that done, Ron snuck away and crept up the stairs. Unbeknownst that he had been seen by Neville and Dean.

Ron snarled, Harry had put some defences on his trunk. Dumbledore would be so disappointed if he couldn't get to the bottom of this. Ron grabbed it, the trunk flickered yellow and the last thing Ron felt was an extreme burning sensation and then nothing.