Time to Judge
Neville and Dean, looked at each other "Did, Ron just…" Dean began.
Neville, who had grown a backbone and was now spending more and more time with Harry nodded "He did. Chances are, Harry already knows about this but if he doesn't I'll inform him."
Dean nodded "Thanks. A raging, Harry scares me."
Neville grinned "He's fine."
"He's terrifying." Protested Dean.
Neville snickered "Only because you've seen him pissed off because of Snape…You're not the most observant person in the morning."
"Harry's doubly terrifying in the morning." Dean protested.
Neville did nod "Yes. He does act more like a Nundu in the morning. Now let me get him."
Harry had managed to calm Hermione down as Neville descended the stairs "Neville, did that ginger pillock try to rummage?"
Neville nodded "Yeah. Told Dean, you'd probably know…You do know that the most of Gryffindor as in the Males are shit scared of you?"
Harry winced "Noo."
Just then one of the first years perked up "He's not that scary…Sure he's a little sharp in the morning and has a few screws loose but he's okay." Mark Evans grinned impishly as Harry stared at him.
"You're not so bad. I survived asking you for help on Transfiguration, didn't I?"
Harry shook his head "See, Neville. Not that bad."
Neville rolled his eyes "What are you going to do about Ron?"
"If I could a cricket bat…" Harry began and his quill began to lengthen, before Katie slapped him on the hand.
"No beating your dorm mate bloody…I know he's a cheating, weaselling, lying, ginger wanker but still beating them bloody is a bad idea."
Harry sighed before an evil grin crossed his lips "Guinea Pig #101, I have my mind target."
Katie sighed "Please…don't break him…much."
Harry nodded, he stood up and his back crunched "Classes start soon, so I'm heading to bed."
Fay got up and hugged Harry, pulling herself close to him "G'night." With that she headed up to bed.
Tuesday morning dawned bright and early. In the Third Year Boys, it started with a cry of "Reducto Maxima!" An Alarm Clock was destroyed as Harry, rolled out of bed.
He stumbled into the shower and as he finished and walked out in only his boxers, Dean and Seamus bundled into the showers. Harry got dressed and had his books prepared before he walked over to Neville and shook him.
The large third year, went to punch Harry "Nev, it's me." Neville groaned and got out of bed.
Ron turned over and went back to sleep, Harry's eyes turned to violet "Dream the dream of a feast." He whispered, Neville heard a slight double tone of Harry as the mental magical energy encased Ron and the red head fell asleep.
"Let's go."
When Ron finally woke up, he found himself on his own in the dormitory. Everyone had left him, in a hurry he got dressed, grabbed his bag and flew out of the tower.
He only just managed to finish his breakfast and then he had to run for his first lesson which was Charms.
If his day couldn't get worse, when he tried to sit next to Harry, he found that Neville of all people had taken HIS seat. "Who does that useless squib think he is?" Ron snarled to himself as he found himself sitting next to Hannah Abbot; a slightly ditzy in his opinion Hufflepuff.
It could have been worse. He thought he had done okay on the test.
Harry smirked, he saw Flitwick look at him so Harry had to restrain from using any of his spheres in the classroom.
As Flitwick observed his students, his goblin senses were telling him that Harry had something to do with youngest male Weasley's near lateness. The class passed far too quickly and soon enough, Flitwick gathered the papers in. "Mr. Potter, a word please."
Harry nodded "Hermione, Neville…I'll catch you up."
Finally Ron exploded "What about me!"
Harry didn't even look at him "If, I wanted to speak with you Ron, I would have done. You didn't wake up when I tried to get everyone else up."
Ron began to turn red and he went for his wand and Harry spoke again "You, only have one shot…If you miss, which is likely you'll not have a second chance. Let's be honest here, you'll never hit anything on your own and the only thing you're ever going to hit is the stuff I've hit first."
"FUR…" Began Ron.
"Durus Pulsus Trios Maximus." Harry whispered and with a short jab, he sent the three dark blue spells in a tight corkscrew. Ron was sent spiralling out of the classroom.
Flitwick looked at his student "Really?"
Harry sighed and slumped into his seat "I'm sorry Professor."
Flitwick sat opposite him "What happened?"
"He tried to break into my trunk, wanted to see my homework, doesn't like the fact that I'm hanging out with people other than him…I found him electrocuted after failing to get into my trunk…So yeah."
Flitwick nodded "I take it you got your own back?"
"You saw?"
"Mr. Potter, you are an immensely powerful, responsible, kind and genuine young man, one that I have the greatest pleasure to teach, but you lack subtlety. To the untrained eye it looks like you did nothing but to those of creature bloodlines…it requires improvement. An Acceptable attempt though. Five points from Gryffindor and a detention…Who have you got next?"
"Professor Snape."
"I'll write you the note."
Snape, however did not accept the note. Harry snapped "Just what the flying fuck is your fucking problem? You rake me over of goddamn fucking coals for answering a question correctly…You fucking sabotage Gryffindor potions and give us a fail for no fucking reason. Furthermore…shut your fucking face Malfoy before I erase it off." As Harry let his temper loose, the room began to heat up and the meant to be simmering potions began to boil.
"If you do not cease this pitiful tantrum…" Began the Potions Master only to find himself unable to breath.
"Everyone get out." Harry growled.
The class froze "Get…Out!" Hissed Snape. The class scattered.
Harry's eyes turned purple and he spoke one word "Torment!" Harry smirked to himself and he left.
Harry's rage had simmered by the time Transfiguration rolled around. Professor McGonagall intercepted him "What happened in Potions?"
"I've been having one of those days where everything is going wrong. It all boiled over with Snape. No, I will not refer to that Dungeon Asswipe as a Professor until he actually teaches us something fairly. I don't give a shit about he does behind our backs. If he carries on, I'm taking him out."
McGonagall nodded "I take it you got a detention today?"
"Professor Flitwick. Lost my temper with Ron…Do you have a timeframe of when I'm going to be getting it back?"
McGonagall shook her head "Not sure yet. I will let you know."
Harry nodded and he took his place at his desk and this time Fay sat down next to him "You and I need to have a chat."
Harry nodded as they got their books out, as they waited for the stragglers, one of them happened to be Ron Weasley "OI! DUNBAR! GET OUT OF MY SEAT!" He roared.
Fay jumped, she wasn't scared of many people but Ron's voice positively terrified her "Fay, don't. He's trying a power grab and reaffirm his status as my 'best friend', he doesn't get that I'm dropping him."
Fay nodded "You owe me for this."
Harry grinned "A date at some point. Possibly next year, once they've caught Sirius Black or he's proven innocent."
Fay nodded with a grin "I was going to say coffee."
Harry grinned, he then saw Ron's freckled arm latch onto Fay's shoulder. Harry grabbed the wrist "Release her and I don't shatter your arm and break your wand."
Ron stopped as did everyone else "You…wouldn't." It was a definite challenge. One that would have rammifications that would ripple throughout the wizarding world no-matter the outcome.
