Laus Saint Julius

Summary: A.K.A how Harry was adopted and raised by a squib, and take the Wizarding World by storm. Follow his story as he entered Hogwarts as one Henry Julius Prewett, the power of smiles shall prevail! The fun has just started!

A/N: Things started to go differently from how it was before in Canon, you could blame my imagination for this. Lucius is... just Lucius. Malfoys need to eat, everyone does. He is just following the trend, because why not? The Wizarding World isn't stable right now. See the end of the chapter for more notes.

Guest: I know a friend who whaled hard and got 13 Beowulf instead, I guess 1% is just too much XD

Disclaimer: What can I say about this? This is just a fanfiction, you know the drill. From people to people, and for people. Oh wait, that's democracy. I have nothing else to say about this.


Chapter Eight: Revelation

Lucius Malfoy called the trio to be a witness of what had happened earlier that day, gathering all of the involved people in the Headmaster's office. Harry is certain Dumbledore did nothing wrong, all of the fault lies on the dog called Fluffy that doesn't want to wait any longer to eat its lunch. Talk about discipline and bad eating habits.

"You hid the Boy-Who-Lived from us, and then you endangered the safety of the students by placing a Cerberus inside a school full of children. What will you say in your defense, Dumbledore?"

"Lemon drops, Lucius?" The old man with continuously twinkling eyes said. Seriously, it wouldn't be for long that someone could guess the password to his office, everything is all about sweets.

"You were there when everything happened, could you tell us about it?" Asked Professor Prewett to Harry, who seemed to be the most dependable out of the three. She could ask Hermione, but it would end up in an hour length in-depth explanation of what happened.

"We were on the Charm Classroom when we heard the scream, and we meet Mr. Malfoy trying to slow Fluffy down before Dumbledore comes with Hagrid."

"That scream belonged to Miss Bones. She is lucky she has her aunt with her, or else she would be eaten whole for sure. You were there when Fluffy started attacking, right? Lucius? What happened to Miss Bones?"

As an acting Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, it was Professor Prewett's duty to handle Fluffy when Hagrid's methods were no longer successful. Harry immediately knew it was her who enchanted the choker to make its wearer be resistant to most spells but keep himself silent to avoid giving his grandmother more trouble. It's not like she would think something would go wrong anyway.

Ron and Hermione are still speechless about all of this, a Hufflepuff nearly got herself eaten by Fluffy and she is the niece of the Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She is currently inside 's right now, let's just hope everything will be fine.

"Darling! You came! Uh... sorry. Healer Prewett, how's Miss Bones doing?"

"She will be fine, everything will be okay. Healer Tonks is tending to her wounds now, the blood loss won't going to be a problem anymore."

Harry could felt a great deal of distaste the red-haired man known as Healer Prewett gave to the Headmaster, causing the tension of the room to stir. Unlike Lucius, Lancelot Prewett never hid his never-ending stream of hatred towards some people, a trait his son Tristan inherited from him. What's so wrong with Dumbledore to make the Prewetts loathed him so much anyway?

"I have my suspicion when my wife returns home with a bleeding leg, was it your fault all along?"

"Listen, Lancelot. If you're still angry about what happened during the last war, don't show it in the front of the children. I believe Harry doesn't want to see his grandfather like this. Isn't that right, my boy? You're free to go, better not make Professor Sprout waiting."

Lucius Malfoy hid his feeling of satisfaction under his calm and collected composure, everything is going according to the plan. The Prewetts are one of the one family from the light side who suffered heavy casualties in the previous war due to Dumbledore's act, swaying them to his side could be done easily.

According to Draco, the only surviving male member of the generation married a French witch and produced an heir in the form of this Henry Julius Prewett. The Prewett's heir looked... decent, he guesses. His appearance reminded Lucius of James Potter, which is not that surprising. Tristan Prewett is supposed to be the first cousin of James Potter from his mother's side, after all.

Among senior Death Eaters, who doesn't know Euphemia Potter nee Prewett? That person who gave Tom Riddle most headaches when they're still in Hogwarts? The Dark Lord failed to grant him the future he wishes, his loyalty is to the cause, not the man. Tom Riddle was a fool to trust him like everyone else is. He should tell Draco to watch out for the Weasley boy, too. He proved to be more interesting than he seems if he could best Draco in every way, being a parselmouth is just a plus.

"Why don't we go grab some popcorn why the adults are fighting? Accio popcorn."

"That's from Fred and George's shop, isn't it? Is it safe to eat?" Ron wondered if it's alright to eat something from his brother's joke shop, and stopped worrying when Hermione grabbed some and started eating.

"Ron, it's just a popcorn. I'm sure the twins are eating this right now."

The twins who is secretly watching them from their shop using their portraits laughed at this, amused by what Hermione was saying. If someone were to realize someone has been spying them for so long, it would be Hermione. She knew some person on the portraits inside the Headmaster's room doesn't quite match the surroundings. What is Mona Lisa, Sherlock Holmes, and Nikola Tesla doing there?

"Can I get some, kids? Thanks, Harry. Why didn't you go to your class?" Professor Prewett asked, joining the trio.

The look on her face clearly said she doesn't want anything to do with the raging discussion between Madame Bones, Healer Prewett, and Dumbledore. It was two against one, although Dumbledore could still keep everything in check.

"Where else could you see old man Lance in high spirit? He always looked so gloomy most of the time."

"I don't know, in bed? That's my husband you're talking about, he always gets fired whenever he want to do something. I think he still wanted Dumbledore to apologize."

"It's all in the past, right? Why didn't he just forgive Dumbledore and forget?"

"That's enough, ten points from Slytherin. Stop asking me questions I couldn't answer, would you?"

Lucius Malfoy demanded the Headmaster to give detailed information regarding what lead him to put a Cerberus at the forbidden third-floor corridor and immediately regretted it. Dumbledore explained everything from Gringotts' break-in and the stone, it belonged to his friend Nicholas Flamel.

Apparently, he decided it would be best for the Boy-Who-Lived to live with Flamel in France, and Flamel wanted him to safeguard his Philosopher's Stone in return. That answered the question of where he hid Harry Potter and why he keep the dog at the same time. Lucius frowned, he didn't expect this outcome at all.

"Seeing as you're very fond of giving people a second chance, I will give you that for now. You are to relinquish your position as the Headmaster of Hogwarts if you didn't bring Harry Potter here starting next year. The dog must not be there by then, is that clear?"

"Now, if you would excuse us. We have something else to do rather than arguing with you all day long, Albus."

Healer Prewett left without greeting his grandson, only stopping by to look at him briefly. He has his grandmother's eyes, something that gave the man the knowledge that the boy wouldn't be taking sides for a relatively long time. Eyes are the window to the soul, after all.

"Jeez... that moron, always so rude even at his age. What are you waiting for? Should I escort you to the class before I took more points from Slytherin?"

Hermione looked terrified at what the DADA professor said, how many points she took from them this week? That woman is to blame for the unstable house points of some house, the House Cup is a total failure because of her. Two house even have negative numbers as the total estimated amount of their points.

"That would be more ten points from Slytherin, would you rather wait until I took more points from each of you?"

"Fifty points for Slytherin for staying calm through all of this."

The Headmaster gave them points for staying calm, but what was the purpose of it? They already know everything. All they only need to know is that they have to be careful about what they're thinking around him, Dumbledore looked like one of those grandfatherly types who would peek on people's head just because he could. That's why he tried thinking about how his popcorn is the tastiest in the world.

Out of all the uncertainties regarding the Headmaster, one thing was certain. Of all of the teacher's office Harry visited so far this year, Dumbledore's was far by the most interesting. It was a large and beautiful room full of funny little noise. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistress. Wait, is that Merlin snoozing on someone else frame?

There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and the Sorting Hat sat on a shelf behind it. The twins could use the room's layout and placement to make their shop a better place, Harry doesn't know Dumbledore is so good in putting decors. Did Dumbledore know Feng Shui?

"Oh, hi there, Stolas. Do you have another letter for me?"

A snowy white owl belonging to Harry's grandpa J come crashing down from the window before doing its supposed job of delivering letters. Hermione raised an eyebrow when the owl started eating the popcorn before it flew somewhere else again. Owls are weird.


"Do you know why Latin is a dead language? They keep summoning demons during regular conversation."

"I already heard about that, your point?"

It was in the middle of the Herbology class that Harry realized something about most spells using the Latin language as an incantation, he talked to Hermione about this and wondered if he could use the knowledge for something interesting. He won't going to summon demons right now, but that won't stop him from trying later. Hermione is worried about what her friend will do if left alone.

"I'm talking about studying it so we can make some cool spells of our own, do you know why Andragius the Third is unbeatable? That's because no one knows how to counter his self-made spells."

"Are you sure? I thought that's because he has the Elder Wand. Why don't we go look for the Deathly Hallows instead, Harry?"

"They're cursed, obviously. Look at what happened to all of its previous wielders. Do you want to die in the most gruesome way possible, Ron?"

He has a point, Hermione thought. Harry and Ron have been in their serious mode since they left the Headmaster's Office, reading the letter addressed to Harry from his maternal grandmother on the way. It said someone will try to kill them on the day of Halloween, according to the prediction of a certain fortune-telling cat.

There was a lot more to magic than Harry thought, as he quickly found out it was not just waving your wands and saying a few funny words, mostly in Latin. The dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout started explaining on how to take care some strange plants and fungi, like the Devil's Snare who likes the dark and the damp.

"Have you gone mad? Are you a witch or not?" Bellowed Ron to Hermione who couldn't believe they're following the warning of a talking cat. They have seen a talking hat before, why couldn't a talking cat be real?

"Can you hear something?" Ron whispered. Harry listened, a soft hiss seems to come from somewhere between Ron's robes.

"It's just your snake, I think it's hungry. You're not thinking to feed Neville's toad to it, right?"

"You know me so well, Harry. Maybe the twins have something for my snake in their shop."

They waited until the class is over before heading back to the twins in their recently opened shop somewhere on the seventh floor. Poor Neville, he nearly lost Trevor there to an unnamed snake. Harry felt pity for the boy, someone like that could get a better pet... or two. Should he look for some squirrels for the boy? They would most definitely make a better pet than a toad.

"These stairs are killing me, I wish we could go there faster without going through all of this."

"I saw Professor Prewett using levitating charm on herself yesterday, is it really possible?"

"You wanted to be the guinea pig for this project, Hermione? Depulso."

Harry aimed his wands at the end of the stairs and send Hermione hurling towards it. Interesting, the banishing charm could be used to living things? They will be needing more advanced and useful spells if they wanted to depend on themselves from the killer going after them, though.

"What are you doing? You could get me killed!"

Hermione was left mostly unharmed and arrived at the destination point in one piece, not missing any limbs or other important parts of the body. If the spell were to be used on a killer, it wouldn't do so much against him. It would only distance the trio from the killer, also known as Quirrellmort.

Of course, everything makes sense now. Granny fluffy-hairs talking cat wasn't only concerned for their safety, the warning doesn't only include them, but most of their close friends and every named teachers and student they have met. Quirrellmort is preparing his last resort should he failed to get the stone, in the form of a very dark and banned ritual using the life force of everyone in the radius.

"Tanislav's last will, I read it in a book at the Restricted Section back then. We should stop the one behind this before they sacrificed everyone in Hogwarts to resurrect himself!"

"But Harry, shouldn't we leave everything to the teachers? It's just Quirrellmort." Right, it's just Voldemort possessing Quirrell's body. If a baby is enough to stop him, why couldn't the adults do the same?

"Or better, just let him get the stone. I forgot the one behind Fluffy is a fake, everything will be alright. Look, we're here."

They arrived at the Weasley's shop after experimenting the use of Summoning and Banishing Charm, feeling more like a Jedi than a wizard now. Ron wouldn't know what a Jedi is, but Harry and Hermione knew and explained it to Ron. It was the term given to a force-sensitive individual in the fictional Star Wars universe. They only need more lightsabers to actually look like one.

"Harry, you help yourself to anything you want, all right? No charge."

"We forgot to tell you another important function of the map, it can be used to communicate between the four of us. It has a chat feature, you use it like this."

"You can also check the abilities of everyone on the map by tapping their dot, like this."

Fred tapped his wands on the dot labeled Ronald Weasley, and a pop-up saying the list of his abilities come out. Ronald Weasley, abilities: Parseltongue, Pet Snake, Open Weasley Joke Boxes. Harry and Ron activated their map and tried this. Wisteria Prewett, abilities: Dark Magic, Animagus, Dig. Albus Dumbledore, abilities: Use Elder Wand. The last part really caught Ron's attention.

"You used a map to spy on people?" Yelled Hermione, Harry thought he had seen this kind of situation before.

"We're not the first, ask the Marauders." Said the twins calmly in unison, Hermione doesn't stand a chance against the two of them combined. A wise man once said rational people should just give way to the unbalanced, especially when there are two of them.

"Dumbledore has the Elder Wand, that explains everything. What will we do now, Harry? I think we're safe now."

"I'm hungry. Hey, Forge, what's cooking?" All of those experiment of the fourth year spells made Harry's belly emptied faster than ever. Who knows training magic Jedi-style took so much energy?

"Fried axolotl, imported straight from Gravity Falls. What's wrong, Ronniekins? Don't you realize this place is more than just a joke shop?"

"Curse the axolotl! The conspiracy is true, you're trying to take over Hogwarts!"

Hermione doesn't know what's going on with Ron and the twins, she is missing what they're doing when she is studying in class. Nott said something about the Weasley twins being more upbeat than usual, maybe it has something to do with that. That person tends to keep track of anything occurring around him despite being a loner.

"Don't tell Mom about this, okay?"

As if Mrs. Weasley would listen to her Slytherin son, it was only by luck and the grace of his grandparents that Ron wasn't disowned from the family yet. Meanwhile, Harry examined the strange walking fish inside the aquarium. Their heads are wide, and their eyes are lidless. What kind of a fish could it possibly be?

"It's not a fish, Harry. It's an amphibian, have you seen an axolotl before?"

"I already saw one in a portrait, Hermione. Merlin kind of look like one of them. I will have three of them, one for me and two for my friends here."

"Three fried axolotls coming right away, please wait for fifteen minutes." Said a young girl with short blond hair as she readied to chop three still breathing axolotl heads off, after bringing them to the place with cooking utensils.

"That's Verity, our new assistant. She is just a year ahead of you, we met in a broom cupboard."

A beaming Fred stood before them, introducing the trio to the girl called Verity. Hermione had managed to squeeze through a large display near the counter and was reading the information on the back of a box bearing a colored picture of a pirate ship. She doesn't know the twins are into that sort of thing.

Harry stared around, looking at the piled box to the ceiling. Here was the Skiving Snack-boxes that the twins had perfected with the help of Professor Prewett, she probably thought Binns could bore the students to death and lent her aid in creating something to fake illness. The twins still haven't officially opened their shop yet, the product would be popular among students should they started marketing it.

There were also bins full of trick wands, the cheapest merely turning into rubber chickens when waved, while the most expensive could wrap around the unwary user's head and neck. Harry followed Fred toward the back of the room, where he saw a stand of cards and rope tricks. The twins shook Harry's hands energetically.

"Muggle magic tricks! For freaks like dad." Said Fred happily, pointing them out.

"Your grandfather is a magician, right? Why don't we invite him to the Burrow sometime?" Fred's twin said, clearly expecting Harry to say yes.

"Of course, you could go visit Heron's Nest, too. My father is allergic to Weasleys, but my mother wouldn't say no to a family visit."

Harry knew his father doesn't get along with the Weasleys, mostly with , for some reason. It might be strange for a light family with a Muggle-loving tendency to desert a cousin just because he is a Squib, but that was the truth. Nothing is perfect, even a seemingly good-aligned family have flaws. Is it just him imagining things, or did Hermione really didn't ask the twins where they got their resources?

It's strange for Hermione to let things slip without knowing the cause or reasons behind it, but there were something stranger here than Hermione's silence. Fried Merlin doesn't taste as weird as they look, it's actually quite tasty. Axolotl is too troublesome to say, Merlin fish is not. The twins were right, this is not just an ordinary joke shop, it's more like a department store.

The Room of Requirements couldn't provide foods, but it could provides anything else that could be processed into foods. Who would think turning it into a department store would be a great idea? Hogwarts doesn't have a place for its students to buy supplies, everything must be brought before the school start.

"Everyone wants to take over the world now, it's boring."

"That's why we choose to overtake Hogwarts instead, we're officially one of the staffs now."

By the end of the day, Hogwarts now officially recognized Fred and George Weasley as one of its staffs, their position is the store manager. The students are surprised by the sudden appearance of a large shop on the seventh floor, and the adults couldn't do anything about it except forbid the usage of most of their products on classes.

For Harry, it was his first step to show the Wizarding World how everything could never go wrong with a little smile. They started asking him to teach them how to use those Muggle magic tricks after seeing his capability. It's surprising how most of the students who asked him are purebloods who wanted to know how Muggles entertain themselves, it wasn't so bad.


End of Chapter 8

A/N: Of course, Dumbledore was bluffing about Harry Potter being in France, he doesn't want to give the entire wizarding populace heart attacks, you know? Research proves most wizards died because they don't live anymore, with some minor exceptions. Do you want to make a Horcrux? What if the Marauder Map was one? Thanks for caring, and see you next two week!