Harry the Qwaser

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Chapter 8

Harry was annoyed. He wasn't bored or angry he was just annoyed. The back and forth argument happening in front of him was keeping him entertained, and the mirthful fact that there was nothing anyone could do to him kept his anger at bay. He was still annoyed though.

His greatest annoyance had come from Snape and Dumbledore. As soon as he had finished his deceleration that Draco was now his slave, Snape had run up to him with his wand pulled ready to star casting spells. Harry would have started a fight with the potion master and claimed self defense if the aging headmaster of the school hadn't stood from his chair and used his magic to keep the two separate.

With the chance of a duel breaking out in the middle of the great hall averted, the headmaster called for order and sent the faculty and student off to their classes for the morning. Harry was held back for the sole purpose of the headmaster "wanting to talk to him." It had only taken Harry as long as it took to walk to the headmaster's office to figure out that what Dumbledore had meant was he wanted to convince Harry to release his binding on Draco.

"Everyone deserves a second chance," the old headmaster had started off his speech with a classic cliche. "It is wrong to enslave Mr. Malfoy just because he has wronged you."

Harry just waited in silence to see what Dumbledore was going to do about him "enslaving Mr. Malfoy". Unfortunately before Dumbledore could get going on moral implications the real Mr. Malfoy barged into the room.

The man stood with his long platinum blonde hair flowing down behind him, as he stalked into the room with a nasty snarl marring his face. Behind him followed a beautiful woman with crisp blonde hair tied in an elegant style that seemed to weave its way down her back. Even while holding Harry's new slave in her arms the woman was able to walk with poise only obtained through years of proper etiquette training. Draco walked with a look of pride on his face as he tried to look confident that he was going to be set free. The effect was ruined by the tear marks running down his cheeks. The fact that the woman's robes were ruffled around the waist area, in a manner that looked like someone had recently been clinging on to her, caused Harry to chuckle lightly. The woman had probably used magic to dry the damp spots from were Draco had cried while in his mommy's waiting embrace.

Behind the woman walked in Snape, the permanent sneer on his face had deepened just for the occasion of Harry taking a slave. It was definitely a day for everyone's contempt to rise to the surface and show itself. No one but Harry had any form of a pleasant look on their face.

"Lucius what brings you here today?" Dumbledore asked the new man who had just walked in.

"What brings me here Dumbledore is the news that my heir has been enslaved by one of your students," the now identified Lucius growled out, doing nothing to hide his displeasure.

"Oh, yes. That incident did happen during our breakfast this morning," Dumbledore said with and innocent smile adorning his face.

"Yes and when I was informed I came over here right away," Lucius said with a mocking tone in his voice as he continued to stare down the older man.

Dumbledore just continued to smile serenely as he met Lucius' gaze. The once serious Dumbledore, who had been upset with Harry at the event, was now treating the whole thing as if it was a big joke that only he was in on.

Harry for his part paid little attention to the two talking men. Only showing enough interest to figure out the Lucius Malfoy and Albus Dumbledore didn't agree on much.

Lucius would yell out threats saying things such as "The Board of Governors will never stand for such an act to take place inside the halls of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore would lean back in his chair and reply that as Headmaster it was his obligation to watch after the affairs of the individual students, and that the Board of Governors had no say in what went on between two students.

The argument between the two continued to go back and forth in this manner for awhile. With the constant bickering of the two men, the silent sniffles from Draco trying to restrain more tears, and the ever present sneer on Snape's face were all causes of Harry's currently annoyed mood.

And it was in an attempt to relieve some of his annoyance that Harry's eyes began to wander around the room.

The headmaster's office was in a large oval shape with many silver trinkets adorning the book shelves that covered the walls. Every few seconds one of the small silver baubles would give out a puff of smoke or make a soft whistling noise.

Lining the top of the room above the bookcases were portraits of different witches and wizards. The residence of the enchanted frames had all moved into the center most canvases to watch as the grown men argue like school boys. The two adults had forgotten they were trying to decide Harry's fate at Hogwarts, and were now just trying to prove who was greater. Harry began listening to the bickering again when Albus had said how nice it was to have complete access to all of the books in Hogwarts, but Harry lost interest again when Lucius countered with him owning an entire brothel.

Resuming his examination of the room, Harry saw an ornate perch for a large bird placed next to the headmaster's large desk. Whatever bird usually resided on the perch was not in the room however, but Harry reasoned that the bird was out hunting for food.

His eyes still scanning the room, Harry's attention was caught by a shimmer of gold flickering across his vision. Focusing his eyes revealed to Harry that what he had seen was the long flowing hair of the only woman in the room. 'Narcissa,' Harry remembered Lucius calling her; as he was bragging to Dumbledore during their yelling match.

Her light blonde hair continued to twist and flail in the soft breeze that entered from an open window near the back of the office. She sat straight in one of the chairs that were used by any of the guest that the headmaster might have in his office. Her face showed an apathetic look as she listened to her husband brag about his debauchery to the headmaster. The only movement the woman made was to give a soft glare at Draco for his embarrassing crying. As Harry watched the regal woman a quiet breeze began to fill the room from an open window from behind the headmaster's desk.

The blowing wind pressed Narcissa's dark green robes against her slender body. The thin material hugged her pale skin in a way that let every curve of her body be on display for everyone in the room to see. With all the other occupants of the room busy with either the argument the two grown children were having or trying to not cry, only Harry was left to enjoy the little peep show that Narcissa was giving thanks to the wind.

The small amount of cleavage that her robes showed gave only the most tantalizing of glimpses at the porcelain skin that lay just beneath the silky green cloth. But the soft wind flowed with just enough strength to cause the robes to lay flat against her and show of her modest but well proportioned bust.

Her slim waist stood out against the wide back of the chair she sat on. With her hips flaring out in the perfect shape only a true woman could hope to achieve. Slender sleeve covered arms gave way to graceful fingers that were only matched when the wind picked up the hem of her robes and showed off the long legs that she had hidden underneath.

If Harry hadn't been accustomed to the beauty of regal and noble women, he would have probably started drooling at the living image of a teenage boy's wet dream. It was only the loud sound of a book being thrown onto a wooden desk that drew Harry's eyes away from the blonde goddess.

"I told you Lucius, and that book just proves it," Dumbledore said as he crossed his arms and let a smirk overcome him. Lucius for his part could only glare at the headmaster after having clearly lost their little battle.

"Perhaps Headmaster, before we start acting like children, we should continue with my real reason for coming to this fine establishment," the blonde haired man said after regaining his composure.

"I agree Lucius it would be a shame if we forgot what we were here for," the elderly man countered with a knowing grin.

"What do you propose we do about your student claiming my heir as his slave," the blonde man said with a seething glare.

"There is not much we can do my friend," Dumbledore said with a silky voice, "I was there when young Harry enacted his power over young Mr. Malfoy, and I will assure you that the binding was done with perfect precision and with so many witnesses it will be nearly impossible to break."

"Then I demand equal compensation from Mr. Potter for stealing my heir away, or if he lacks the means to compensate I demand the immediate release of my heir," Lucius said with a confident smile as he turned to Harry.

Harry just groaned. He knew that in a society like the wizards there was very little that could equal an heir. The older blonde man believed that he had trapped Harry into giving Draco back, and from the smirk on Snape's face, the potion master believed it to. However Harry wasn't going to lose this fight.

"I'm sorry Sir; I didn't know we were discussing prices. How much are you going to pay me to take your idiot son off your hands?" Harry said back with his own smile.

"You need to learn to show your betters respect Potter," Lucius growled out through gritted teeth.

"Why don't we cut to the chase," Harry said with a sigh. "Your son wronged me, so by the laws of magic I took him as a slave. And there is nothing you can do about it."

"You impudent brat. I'll see you arrested and will enjoy watching you shipped off to Azkaban for this."

"On what grounds Malfoy."

"Dishonoring a noble family," A sinister smile had crept on to Lucius' face when he said that.

"Don't lie to me Malfoy. Not only are you not from a noble family, but a lesser family like yours going against a most ancient and most noble family like mine would be social suicide."

Harry and Lucius by this point had moved closer so that the blonde haired man had to bend over to look in the younger boys face. The scene was now similar to how Lucius and Dumbledore had been only moments prior. However instead of trying to top each other, the older man was busy clawing for any foothold he could get in the argument, while the young boy continued to squash his every attempt. After a few seconds Lucius gave an undignified huff and straightened himself as he turned away from Harry to quickly ponder his next move.

With Lucius' back turned towards him Harry took the opportunity to quickly scan the room and look for any other threats. Snape was still standing at the back of the room and appeared to be waiting for any chance to jump into the conversation and do any discredit he could to Harry. Draco had once again tried to keep from crying again with the situation in Harry's favor. Narcissa was playing the model diplomatic wife as her face remained impassive.

Dumbledore was the most interesting. He seemed to be having trouble deciding between looking smug that Lucius was being talked down by a child, or looking worried that a child could talk down Lucius.

With his quick reconnaissance over Harry returned his gaze to Lucius' back. The older man stood still, the only movement he made was him adjusting his grip on his walking stick. It was the walking stick that made Harry tense once he saw it. Where the blonde man had just been using it as a cane before, he now held it as a weapon. And he was getting ready to attack with it.

"My dear Lucius perhaps it would be better to seek a compromise towards the conflict between you and Mr. Potter," Dumbledore interjected as he had also noticed Lucius preparing for an attack.

"Perhaps you are right Dumbledore," Lucius said. His hold on his cane never changed but his body was no longer tense and ready to strike. "It is obvious that compromises have to be made."

"And what compromise do you think we need to be making?" Harry asked as he moved so he could keep an eye on the other occupants.

"You are trying to steal my heir Potter. Do you honestly believe that I am just going to let you walk away without giving me anything," Lucius responded with venom in his voice.

"Your idiotic son was the one who couldn't follow through on his own challenge. In fact I'm doing you a huge favor by taking him away."

"I don't care how you see this situation. I will not allow House Malfoy to be seen as weak for having its heir stolen."

"Seen as weak?" Harry asked, his eyes gleaming with the thought of how he could quickly put an end to this. "I don't think your house needs my help to look weak Bad Faith." (1)

"What did you say?" Lucius asked as he took a step back from Harry.

"Bad Faith, it's your name isn't it," Harry responded with a malicious smile.

Lucius' normally pale face began to drain of any remaining color as a terrified look marred his face. The only other occupant of the room who seemed affected by Harry's words was Dumbledore. The elderly man sat with his elbows on his desk as he used his hands to hide the look of concern on his face.

"I know everything about your family, and your fall," Harry said as he took a step forward to close the distance that Lucius had been putting between the two.

"And how would you know anything of my family?" Lucius asked trying to keep his family's secrets hidden.

"I learned it from the Vatican after they adopted me." Those simple words were the most soul crushing sentence that many people in the room had ever heard.

Snape was put back that the son of his enemy was living under the church, and knew their teachings. Draco, still trying to control his tears had barley heard that Harry was aligned with a powerful force like the church. Narcissa knew how powerful the church was, and that the hero of the wizarding world was one of their members. The thought of how much power and influence Harry had was not lost on the astute woman.

Dumbledore's hands had fallen to the desk and the look of shock on his face was bared for all present to see. The oldest man in the office had always wondered what had happened to the young Potter heir. To learn from straight from the source that he had not only been taken in by the church but was also taught all they had to offer about the wizarding worlds past, that was disheartening.

Lucius could only continue walking backwards as he gaped at the child in front of him. Here he was trying to get his only son released from slavery, and not only was the boy he was arguing with an icon of the wizarding world but a student of the church. He had to begin considering that he would be losing this fight. The only thing he could hope for now was walking away alive and not on the bad side of the church.

"Alright Lucius now that you know who you're fighting let's talk about those compromises," Harry said with a mocking grin.

"And what sort of compromise do you think my heir is worth," the blonde man responded as he tried to straighten himself up to look less shaken.

"Well I'm sure you know a lot about slaves. Being named after one from Shakespeare and all," (2) Harry said as he continued to grin. Lucius just looked livid.

"But I'm busy and won't have much time to look after your son," Harry continued as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Here is my deal for you Lucius. I don't feel like looking after your worthless son for the rest of my life, but it would be nice to teach the little snot some manners. So I will keep him for the next 5 years, until after our OWLS, I believe there called, and at that point if he chooses he can leave the school."

With Dumbledore's nod that Harry had indeed gotten the name correct the room fell into a contemplative silence as everyone began to think about the proposed arrangement. It was after several minutes of silent contemplating before anyone spoke again, and oddly enough it was Narcissa that chose to speak.

"During the time that he is subjugated to you what will he be expected to do."

Harry being young had to think fast and guess that she was talking about Draco's enslavement from the context tried to answer in a diplomatic way. The only woman in the room was the only person in the room that scared Harry.

"I only intend to use my authority over him to ensure that he will leave me alone for the most part. However I'm sure a little manual labor won't kill him if he needs some form of discipline," Harry said enjoying the look of relief that passed over Draco's face quickly squashed with one of fear. Just ordering him to stay away would be letting him get off easy.

Snape was biting his tongue to keep him from bursting out. For all of the hate he felt for the young Potter he knew he could easily make things worse for his godson if he said the wrong thing. At the beginning of the meeting he had hoped that he could demoralize and discredit the brat, but when it was revealed what he had been adopted into and what he knew everything changed. Harry had shown that he held an incredible amount of influence and combined with his naivety and youth he could quickly cause problems for everyone involved. Including himself.

Lucius had finally stopped trying to get away from Harry and was now thinking about Harry's offer. If the truth was told he was actually fine with the agreement. He would be able to regain his heir after a short time and he wouldn't have made an enemy of the church. What's a little loss of face to keep the holy church off your back?

"Alright Mr. Potter we're finally starting to talk of serious business," Lucius said as a smile wormed its way onto his face. "I think this deal is beneficial to all involved."

"I'm glad you agree to our arrangements," Harry replied, "And just to show that I'm a nice guy I'll sweeten the deal even more."

"Oh, that sounds interesting."

"It is most defiantly interesting. You see during the time I am away from school I will be performing my duties towards the church and won't have time for Draco to be following me around. To make it easier on all of us I think it would be best if Draco went home and stayed with his family during the holidays." As Harry finished his proposal his lips had turned into a smirk. Dealing with Draco's constant whining during the school breaks was most defiantly out of the question.

Lucius was almost ready to jump with joy. All morning he had been fighting with Dumbledore and this boy and now that very boy was giving him a deal he would be hard pressed not to take. With Draco home during the holidays he could teach his heir how to keep his mouth shut and how to eventually run the Malfoy house. And when word got out that the Potter brat was working for the church his reputation would be save from any slander. He could always just say that his heir was helping out a member of the church to raise his standing like any good Slytherin would if given the opportunity.

"Alright Mr. Potter I accept your proposal," Lucius said with a smile, "It will be best for all involved that my heir watch and learn from the almighty church, and I can think of no one better to teach him than The-Boy-Who-Lived himself."

And with the agreement finally made the rest of the time until lunch was spent polishing up any loose ends that Lucius thought could be used against him. When everything was settled Harry left the office to have lunch in the great hall and then go to his afternoon classes. Draco and his family stayed behind to discuss family matters, and for Lucius to give Draco every warning he knew not to get any farther in trouble with the church. The looming threat of always being able to produce another heir being his final departing message.

With Lunch long done, and classes filled with whispers and stares now ending it was time for Harry to return to the Gryffindor common room and try to get some rest.

*break*

Rest however was not going to be allowed to the young boy. As soon as he got to through the portrait hole he was swamped by every Gryffindor that was already in the tower. The general question on the house of lion's lips was what had happened in Dumbledore's office. The second was what he was planning to do to Draco. The questions and shouting continued for several minutes until an explosion was heard and everyone turned to look and see that one of Weasley twins had set of a firework to gain everyone's attention.

"Now my dear fellow Gryffindors," the twin who hadn't caused the explosion started.

"As the prank masters of Hogwarts, and lovers of all that is mischief," the other twin continued.

"We must concede that our own Harry has just pulled off the greatest prank ever against a Slytherin."

"So let us all quiet down and let our dear Harry tell us all about what happened," one of the twins finished as they both turned to look at Harry as did the rest of the common room.

Harry for all his power, influence, and prophesied greatness still did not like being the center of attention and was displeased with everyone staring at him. The only thing he could think of was to answer quickly and leave.

"Not much happened," Harry started as he tried to push his way through the group and towards the stairs. "I talked with Draco's father and we came to an agreement that Draco was not worth my time."

The resulting laughter lasted a few seconds as Fred and George fell on the floor chuckling. When the room had quieted all the attention returned to Harry.

"The best way to describe the situation between Draco and me is that I will be guiding him through school until after our OWLS."

"How are you going to be guiding him then?" a random student near the fireplace asked.

"Well I'm allowed to do whatever I want to Draco for the next few years."

"What about if he wants revenge when you release him?" this time a student by the windows had called out.

"I hope to beat into his head by then that I am not to be messed with, but if he insists I see no problem with having an actual duel."

"So what are you going to have him do first?" a girl sitting in one of the chairs asked.

"I don't really know, but I'm sure I can think of something in the morning, and speaking of it has been a long day and I'm tired," Harry said as he finally reached the stairs.

The students began to yell and call for Harry to remain and tell of the rest of his plans for the Malfoy scion. It was luck that the twins once again called for everyone's attention with the use of fireworks.

"Now dear fellow students please," one twin said.

"We must let our resident snake humiliator rest," the other twin continued.

"Who knows what great schemes he has for the rest of the Slytherins tomorrow," the twins finished together.

To insure that Harry would not be disturbed the twins walked over and each threw an arm around the young boy's shoulder. With only a little push the three boys started making their way up the stairs while all the other student's stayed put and began talking about the exciting day.

Harry and the twins had made it to the first year boy's dorm, which was empty. All of the other boys were downstairs with everyone else. The twin finally released their grip on harry, and pushed him farther into the room, with matching grins on their faces.

"So Harry we need to talk," the twin on the right started.

"Being friends and all we thought it would be best to warn you," the one on the left said.

"When Snape did return from that meeting he was not happy."

"Even started taking points from the Slytherins I heard."

"Hexed his own cauldron to start attacking people I was told."

"Dreadfully scare he is now."

"Best to watch out for him."

With their warning given the twins walked out of the room, and left Harry consider his best course of action. His next potions class wasn't until the day after tomorrow so he had a bit of time to consider what to do. As Harry was just about to go to bed Ron Weasley the twin's younger brother came in.

"Hey Harry," the young red head said, "I was hoping to catch you before you went to sleep." Harry just nodded trying to get the boy to finish speaking so he could go to bed. "Just wanted to say good job putting Malfoy in his place. You're not such a bad guy after all. I mean you being so quiet and scary most of the time makes you hard to approach," Ron finished with a nervous chuckle. "Well see you tomorrow."

Harry just sighed as Ron rushed out of the room to rejoin the mild festivities downstairs. Harry had been trying for the past two weeks to appear scary and unapproachable to the rest of the school. He was a qwaser and had to remain as distant as possible to keep his secret from getting out. The only people who had gotten close to him had been the twins who just saw him as a challenge. If anyone got close to him they would start to notice the signs that he was a qwaser and might tell the rest of the school. For that very reason he had been trying to limit his time with the Weasleys for fear of them discovering his secret. However those two would probably keep it if for no other reason than for the sake of keeping a good prank hidden. With a yawn Harry resolved to finish his musings in the morning and crawled into bed.

*break*

The next morning was a whirlwind of activities for Harry who found himself at the very center of attention for the entire school. When he went down to the common room Hermione had found him and began to chastise him over owning a slave. Harry had much difficulty but was able to get her to calm down after explaining that he would only have control of Malfoy until the end of their fifth year. She only relented when Harry promised her he would not take any form of advantage of Malfoy until he was released. Harry was able to squeeze an "unless necessary" into his promise, but eventually Hermione walked away peacefully. Hermione didn't need to know how necessary it was for Draco to learn a few lessons.

The rest of the day was spent between glares from the Slytherins and teachers, and cheers from the other three houses. At the end of the day he was able to get to bed without too much of a problem, but was soon returned to the waking world with the problem of having to face Snape.

The dungeons felt even colder than usual as the Gryffindor and Slytherin first year students sat waiting for their teacher. The group waited in an uncomfortable silence with no one daring to make a sound. They had all heard of how cross Snape had been, and no one wanted to chance anything with him.

Eventually the door was thrown open and Snape walked in with a glare to unnerve death on his face. "Begin working on the next potion in your books in complete silence I will be taking 100 points for every word spoken during this class. Now get to work." Everyone dug out their book and began making the instructed potion as quickly as possible. Before Snape could make it to his desk Vincent Crabbe dropped his book and Snape turned and deducted 50 points from Slytherin before he took his seat to glare at the class.

Harry could only sit and work on his potion as Snape glared directly at him. Harry knew the only reason that he wasn't being directly attacking right now was for one simple reason. Snape was not an idiot. He knew Harry now held Draco's life in his hands and could make his life a living hell. That was the only reason Harry was able to walk out of the class with only losing 125 points for breathing to loud. If Snape was smart and stayed out of his way as long as he treated Draco fairly he might just live till the end of the year.

And that was the pattern that Harry's life settled into as he continued his schooling at Hogwarts. He would dodge his fans with renewed hero worship, and try to keep as low a profile as he could. Draco had eventually figured out that if he stayed as far from Harry as possible he wouldn't be forced to carry all of Harry's books to his next class. The teachers eventually settled down and stopped keeping a constant eye on him. Snape however did not relent and continued to keep all the houses in the negatives for several weeks.

By the end of the month Harry was able to sneak back to Hogsmeade and meet up with his temporary maria. Madam Rosmerta only gave him a sly smile and pointing him up the stairs when he walked through the doors this time. And that was how Harry's education continued for the next few weeks. He would put up with his fellow students, dodge the teachers, glare at Draco, and go see his maria every once in awhile. Life was pleasantly predictable. Until Halloween came around.

October 31st rolled around and the morning began in as normal away as possible. Harry woke up and left the common room while avoiding the orange paint the twins had set up in order to get everyone in the holiday spirit. When he reached the great hall it was to the sight of half the Gryffindors with pumpkin colored hair. The twins themselves only needed their hair a few shades lighter to match.

With a soft chuckle at the antics of two of the few people at the school he might call friends Harry sat down at the end of the table and began to eat. Halloween was always an odd time for Harry. It was the anniversary of his parent's death, but also the day they proved how much they loved him. His mother and father had sacrificed themselves to try and protect him. Harry knew he should feel sad over the death of his parents, but every time he thought about it he was filled with a warmth that could only come from knowing your parents love you. Halloween was so confusing for the young qwaser.

By the end of Breakfast everyone's hair had gone back to normal and classes began for the day, and Harry headed off to charms.

Professor Flitwick stood on his stack of books behind his podium and began instructing the class in the levitating charm that promised to teach today. The instructions were quite simple. Swish and flick your wand while saying Wingardium Leviosa. The first person to get the charm correct was Hermione, as was usual by now. Harry was able to concentrate on the spell long enough to get it after a few minutes, but it was quickly back to thinking about his parents.

The rest of the class was spent moping around and watching the other students in the class. A few others got the spell and a couple completely failed at their attempts. The charred remains of the feathers they had been levitating would attest to that. Ron Weasley had only gotten his feather to spin wildly on his desk before falling off. Harry watched as Hermione tried in vain to offer advice only to be ignored.

When the class did end Harry and the rest of the class were leaving when Hermione rushed past all of them with tears in her eyes. When Harry looked back all he could see was the confused look on Ron's face as several students glared at him. Deciding it was best to stay out of things that might draw attention to him Harry continued on his way, but with the thought that he should check up on Hermione later. Besides the twins Hermione was the only person in this odd school that Harry might dare to call a friend.

When dinner came around and Hermione had yet to show Harry began to get a bit worried. He remembered hearing Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender Brown that Hermione had been crying in a girl's bathroom and had not come out yet. Harry decided that if Hermione had not made an appearance by the end of the feast he would go looking for her. If not to be nice than for the fact that she was the only person n his year that he could have an intelligent conversation with.

After avoiding a swarm of bats that were hovering around the doors to the great hall Harry had just sat down and was about to begin eating when Professor Quirrell ran screaming into the hall and attracted everyone's attention. "Troll – in the dungeons – thought you ought to know," With his message delivered the jittery teacher fell forward in a faint.

Harry had to cover his ears when the terrified screams of the other students began to echo around the hall. The students all began to yell and push each other as the news that a troll was loose in the school. It was only when Dumbledore called for order that any semblance of peace began to return to the student body. By the time order had been restored and the teachers were yelling out orders to the students Harry had already slipped out of the great hall. You didn't live long as a qwaser by being slow on the uptake.

With only a minute at most before the rest of the students started running out the doors while being guarded by the teachers, Harry made a running dash up the stairs and headed to the girl's bathroom he remembered hearing Hermione was in. If she didn't know about the troll she was in danger no matter how great the distance was between the two.

Taking the steps two at a time Harry was soon out of the way of the main path the students would use to get to their common rooms. He was no safe from being stopped by any of the teachers, but still had to find a way to get to Hermione on time.

He had just rounded a corner when a putrid smell hit him square in the nose causing him to come to a full stop. The smell was horrible and was emanating from the direction that Harry had been running to. Harry had almost decided to pass by the hallway and continue on to the next corridor and circle around whatever was making that stench when he heard a scream that made his blood run cold.

-End Chapter-

Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, and Happy St. Hermione day. I have updated again. Yes it does seem like forever since my last update but some parts of this chapter were playing hard ball.

First thank you to everyone who reviewed it did mean a lot to me. Some of you even pointed out a few things that I had missed.

Sadly no tormenting Draco this chapter. That comes later. However while this chapter was created with the main purpose of getting Draco and Snape out of my hair until a later date. The problem is I know what I want to do with them, but it can't be implemented until later on. Now that Draco is a slave and Snape not daring to risk any kind of (abuse/mistreatment/justice) towards his godson I now have free roam to get to what's really important.

Next chapter: What a Qwaser actually is. Been looking forward to writing this chapter since before I even posted the first chapter. We'll get to see the full array of Harry's powers and learn part of the shadowy past of the church and the wizarding world.

Please enjoy this chapter I tried my best to get it out for St. Hermione Day and hope that you enjoy it.

A few notes to clear up any questions from the dialog between Lucius and Harry.

(1) Malfoy translates to Bad Faith

(2) In the Shakespeare play The Tragedy of Julius Caesar the character Brutus had a slave named Lucius.

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