Ah, life is a bitch. Oh, to those who saw those weird symbols scattered throughout the last chapter, I think it's a system error on 's part.
Review answer time!
Lady Avotil-Thank you! And the funny thing is…this is my first Harry Potter story that I've made. I hope to make more in the future now that I've finally seen the movies.
DZ2-Yeah, I saw those symbols as well…I'm going to try and fix it and replace it later on but I think its something that happened in the transfer.
WFW-I'll have to see if something went wrong in the original format before I move on to see what the problem is.
Wednesday morning came too quickly for Harry; he was up and in the common room practicing his Meditation exercises. He planned on going to the Forbidden Forest once a month if he could help it and if not, then he was content to meditate in the Common room.
But this meditation was to be cut short; why? Because Harry could feel Draco, Hermione, Crabbe and Goyle coming from their rooms. Harry swiftly got out of the meditate position he was in and got his helmet on in flash. Draco and his bodyguards walked up and blinked a little in the sunlight just as Hermione came up from the girl's side.
"Morning guys…and girl." Harry said with a smile behind his helmet making the four chuckle.
"Morning Harry." The four said in unison making Harry do a double take.
"Alright…who's up for some breakfast?" Harry said shaking off the unison deal.
The five trooped up the stairs and headed off to the great hall.
RotS
Great Hall
Once Harry and his group entered the Hall for breakfast, they all groaned. There sitting at the Gryffindor Table was Ron Weasely talking about how great he was at flying and how no one could compare to him. The group now knew that the Weasel had heard about the flying lessons and just shook their heads before they went to their table and sat.
Once they got some bacon, sausage and others, they began to eat. Several letters started dropping making Harry and Hermione start at it.
"What the! Hogwarts is raining letters?" Harry asked shocked.
The comment made Draco and his bodyguards pause before they burst out into laughter. Harry and Hermione looked at the three shocked to find them laughing at them of all people when Draco pointed up.
The two looked up and noticed that various owls were dropping off letters and various items to random children. Harry watched as the owls soared around before speaking.
"How the ruddy hell could I miss this?" Harry asked in shock.
It was Vincent who answered.
"Duh! You and Herms over there were so engrossed in those books of yours at breakfast yesterday that you guys didn't notice!" Vincent said with a chuckle.
"Well, excuse us for getting knowledge on how the Wizarding world works! In case it slipped you tiny minds, me and Harry have no understanding of this place!" Hermione huffed making the three boys cringe.
"Sorry…we forgot." Gregory said sullenly making Hermione feel a little bad.
"That's alright…to be honest, I thought Hedwig and Tyrannus only came at night…" Harry mumbled as said owls landed on his shoulders again.
Both of the animals began to feast on some Bacon which made Harry cough.
"Ease up you two. Hedwig, Tyrannus, if all you eat is bacon you'll get fat!" Harry said making the two birds let out angry hoots and nip his ears through his hood causing him to yelp and the four around him to laugh.
"Damn, Harry! You've got to learn that owls are very, very sensitive on their weight." Draco said with a laugh.
"You mean they're vain about their looks." Harry mumbled before he yelped again as Hedwig nipped his ear again and held it.
"Alright! I'm sorry! I need coffee!" Harry shouted as he tried to get his owl to let go of his ear much to the laughter of the others.
Hedwig did let go but only after Harry apologized again. She and Tyrannus took off making Harry mumble again. The five quickly finished their breakfast and headed off to their first class, Herbology.
RotS
Herbology was a quick class, just an introduction to the class and what materials they were going over. Harry looked at his new sheet and saw that he had Runes oh-six-seven after Herbology.
Harry sighed as he walked down the hallways toward the class. He so couldn't wait until the dinner.
The Dark Lord in training should've stayed in the hallway; he then would've heard something interesting being Weasely, Dean and Seamus were all in an unused classroom, talking in low voices so that the sleeping portraits weren't alerted.
"Alright…here's the plan. We've got to show that mudblood bitch, Granger just where she belongs. I've noticed that she has a pureblood family ring around her neck that she wears at all times. It must be important to her and I plan to take it away from her. The plan won't be able to work until flying lessons with the snakes because the other classes today are double potions with that snake lover Snape and Trans with them later on and our head of house is no help whatsoever."
"But Ron what is the plan?" Dean hissed making Ron blush a deep red.
"I grab the ring, give it you or Seamus, whoever gets it hides it and then I give Granger an ultimatum. Leave Potter and his band of death eater juniors or never seen her ring again." Ron said smugly.
"What if Potter interferes?" Seamus asked.
"Then I go up into the air and toss the ring away then pin the blame on Potter. This plan is fool-proof I tell ya!" Ron said with glee.
RotS
High above the castle in the clouds, a nineteen year old boy with glasses covering his face and brown hair on his head looked down at the meeting and shook his head.
"Damn it." The boy muttered making his best mate walk in and look at the boy.
"YF, what's wrong?" The boy asked his voice with a slight British accent.
YF looked up at the dark haired blue eyed boy and shook his head.
"Same old, same old, DZ. Ron's being an ass as usual. Man, why didn't JK give that guy some more brains?" YF asked.
"No idea. But what is he planning?" DZ asked as he sat down on nothing.
"He plans on taking Hermione's ring and either hide it and give the girl an ultimatum, or toss it should Harry interfere." YF explained making DZ sigh.
"Man that is dumb! Are you going to mess it up?"
YF got a shit eating grin on his face at the question.
"Oh you bet I am! Let's just say that Gryffindor is going to hate Ronald Bilus Weasely by the end of the day." YF said with a mean cackle as he left the room leaving DZ to go back to reading.
RotS
Thursday came quickly for the students of the flying lessons. Harry was again up and meditating calming his nerves for the upcoming lessons.
Yesterday at dinnger, it had been announced that those that had the flying lessons had their classes cancelled for the day which made many happy, Draco and Ron included. Others not so much; Hermione was one of the few.
"I can't believe they would just do that! Cancel class for another! It's unheard of!" Hermione was muttering to herself at the table.
Harry chuckled as he recalled the memory but could understand her fear of heights. Needless to say, he too was terrified but not by the flying. He was more terrified of the vision he had.
The vision he had seen was of the area where the lessons were to take place; only four people were on it however. Harry's eyes narrowed in rage at the figures of Ron, Dean and Seamus. But the fourth figure had Harry wanting to kill all three in one fell swoop.
An upset Hermione made Harry mad…but a crying Hermione made him furious beyond all belief. He had seen that Ron was speaking to Hermione with a smug grin. Harry couldn't read lips just yet, but he knew an ultimatum when he saw one and this one had made Hermione cry.
Whatever was going to happen he was damned determined to stop it from happening. His musings were interrupted by a shimmer and his loyal droid was in front of him.
"Exclamation: Master! I have returned and with some very disturbing information on the stuttering meatbag!" HK announced in a panic.
"What? What's got your microchip in a twist?" Harry asked.
HK quickly looked around before he changed his voice to that of Quirrell.
"Master, I know that the stone is in the third corridor, but I don't know what Dumbledore placed for defenses. What must I do?"
HK's voice changed to another voice, one that was cold and evil. The voice made Harry shiver involuntarily.
"We will need a distraction in order to get the stone! Head out into the forbidden forest…it is time for me to feed again." The eerie voice said before HK returned to his normal voice.
"Consolidating tone: I am deeply regretful, master. I was unable to gather any more information or what this stone is." HK said a bit sad.
"It is alright, my friend. You gave me much to think about though…I'll have to see what's in that corridor myself." Harry began to mumble to himself before he heard Draco's voice coming from the halls.
"HK, cloak now!" Harry hissed making HK activate the alien cloaking device.
He was just in time too; Draco walked out of the passageway talking with Hermione.
"It's a feeling that makes your heart pump out adrenaline as you soar on the back of the clouds, Hermione. It's a feeling of pure freedom." Draco said describing what flying felt like.
Hermione, while still terrified of heights, couldn't help but be enthralled by the descriptions of flying; it sounded…majestic to soar.
The two noticed Harry standing and looking at them with a shaking of his head.
"Well, are we ready to go and fly?" Harry asked from behind his helmet.
The two nodded eagerly unaware that the reason of Harry being in Slytherin was about to come into play.
RotS
Everyone trooped outside in the cool September air in two lines; Gryffindor in a line on the right and the Slytherins in a line on the left. Twin lines of old, knobby brooms were laid out on the field and Draco looked at them disgusted.
"These are our brooms! They look more like kindling than brooms. I know that Hogwarts gets a big allowance since dad is on the board so they should be able to afford at least some new Comet brooms." Draco mumbled making Harry and Hermione look at him.
"Why not Nimbus two-thousands?" Hermione asked honestly curious.
Draco blanched before he explained.
"Way too fast for beginners; I've heard that there are more accidents with beginner flyers that use a broom way out of their league. The Comets are good for getting the feel to flying." Draco explained making Hermione nod.
"I thought that was the case…" She said with eyeing the older brooms.
The group's discussion was halted by a tweet of a whistle; they all looked up to see a woman with short, gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk's. She marched in between the two houses and spun around when she got the end.
"I'm Madam Hooch…your flying instructor." Hooch said as she again eyed the students. "Well? What are you waiting for? Grab a broomstick, everyone!"
Every one of the students looked at her confused since they were already standing next to a broom stick; well, the Slytherins were, the Gryffindors were scrambling to get a broom stick making Hooch shake her head in disbelief.
"Right then, stick out your hand over your broom." Madam Hooch called from the front.
Everyone repeated her directions to the letter; Madam Hooch nodded in approval and spoke clearly.
"Now say UP!"
"UP!" everyone shouted with mixed results.
Harry's broom jumped right into his hand the second the word was out; he staggered a bit at the sudden force hitting his hand. He cast a look at Draco who said 'UP' again and smiled with pride as the broom entered his hand.
The Sith Lord in training looked over at Hermione and saw that her broom was just rolling to the side. This got Harry thinking.
Maybe brooms are similar to horses. They can feel the fear in a person. Harry concluded as he watched another attempt by Hermione.
The sith lord in training leaned over and put a hand on her shoulder making her look up. He spoke in a soft tone to the girl.
"Don't worry. I promise you on my very life that I'll always be there to protect you…no matter what." Harry said in a gentle tone making Hermione visibly relax.
Hooch caught the interaction and nodded in approval.
"Take ten points to Slytherin Mister Potter for helping out a fellow student. But may I ask why you haven't helped the Gryffindors?"
Harry looked at the instructor with his helmet and shrugged his shoulders.
"They didn't ask." Harry said with a wave making the Slytherins laugh while the Gryffindors looked ready to murder Harry; Ron Weasely in particular, his face was a deep red.
When he yelled 'up', the broom finally came up…and whacked him in the nose making everyone crank up the volume of their laughter.
Hooch, on the other hand, was chuckling in her hand at the way Harry had replied; she had to admit it was a very good comment and one that her and several others were trying to ram into the Gryffindor minds. She nodded at Harry who nodded once.
It took the better of thirty minutes but everyone soon got their brooms up into their hands as Madam Hooch gave out the next directions.
"Alright then, now I will show you the proper way to stay on the broom without sliding off." Hooch said as she began to walk up the aisle.
The students were showed how to mount their brooms and stay on it without falling off. Harry, Draco and Hermione got large smiles on their faces as Hooch informed Ron that he had been doing it all wrong for years making the boy the butt of the laughter again.
"Now, when I blow my whistle you all are to kick off hard, keep your brooms steady and then return by leaning forward slightly." Hooch said as she brought out her whistle. "One-two-thr…"
Neville Longbottom kicked off too soon and went soaring into the air, screaming all the way. Everyone watched in fascination as the boy went zooming around still screaming.
"Mister Longbottom! Get down here this instant!" Hooch cried trying to get control of the situation.
It was when everyone was watching that Ron changed his plan, snuck over to where Hermione was standing and somehow managed to slip the chain off of her neck. Ron quickly backed away and looked at Dean and Seamus. He mouth 'mission accomplished' to the two who nodded with nervous grins on their faces. All three didn't notice that Harry had watched them and would soon put his own plan into action.
Neville crashed into an outside wall of the castle and bounced around a bit before going into a dive. Everyone watched in muted horror as the boy rode close to the ground in a fast spiral.
Realizing that they were going to be knocked down like a bunch of ten pins, the students all scattered, even madam Hooch who tried to stop the runaway broom with her wand.
She wasn't fast enough on the draw and had to dive out of the way as Neville zoomed through. He went back up into the sky near a statue, his robe flying out and snagging on the statue's sword.
Everyone got up from their scattering and all clamored underneath the hanging boy. There was an ominous tearing sound and the boy fell through the air making some of the girls scream in fright.
He was saved by a unlit torch catching the remainder of his robe; everyone but Harry breathed a sigh of relief (Yeah, the Slytherins too! They may be arrogant sods in the Canon but even they wouldn't want a person to be in that position!)
The sigh was short lived; with a loud 'RIP' the rest of the robe was torn away and Neville dropped like a stone a good ten feet up and landed on his right hand.
*CRUNCH* was the sound that echoed through the courtyard making Harry unknowingly flinch as he remembered his past. Hooch rushed through the crowds and gently turned the boy over.
"There you go…oh, oh, oh…a broken wrist. Come on, Longbottom, let's get you to the Hospital wing." Hooch said as she gingerly helped the boy up.
She cast a glance at the remaining students all holding their brooms tightly as they looked at the boy. She made a face and spoke with authority.
"No one is allowed to fly no matter who you are! If I find out that you have flown despite my warning, you lose house points and serve a week's worth of detentions with a professor of my choosing. Am I clear" Hooch said a hawk like glare.
Everyone nodded slowly as Hooch led the whimpering boy away. Once she was out of sight, Harry walked over to where he saw Hermione and the trio of idiots. Ron was busy talking, more like boasting to Hermione who was near tears.
Harry spotted Hermione's ring, or rather it's chain, in the dead man walking hands and growled; so that was what the fuss was all about! Now knowing his enemies intents, Harry strolled forward
"Now listen Granger and Listen well! I don't know what you're thinking, trying to act likes us who are from wizarding families but I'll be forgiving." Ron said with a smug grin.
"And how pray tell would that be?" Hermione snapped trying not to show her tears to the oaf.
"Simple. Renounce Harry the boy who turned traitor and Draco dumbass Malfoy as friends and see about getting a re-sort into the Gryffindor house." Ron said with his smug grin still on his face.
"Now why on earth would she want to end up in the house of the deaf and dumb when she is perfectly fine in the house of the cunning and noble?" Harry asked coolly making the four whip around to see him.
"P-P-Potter! Um…we…that is…" Dean began to stammer when Harry cut him off.
"I see what you were trying to do…strong arm Hermione here into thinking that the Gryffs were better than the snakes…well, let me tell you I'm not happy…in fact…I'm FURIOUS! IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THAT RING, I'LL MAKE SURE THAT YOU'LL WISH FOR A QUICK AND PAINLESS DEATH!" Harry said, roaring the last parts and flaring his force powers making the two boys step back while Ron tried to stand his ground.
"S-so what Potty? I'm holding the cards here!" Ron stammered out as he quickly mounted his broom and flew off.
Harry did the same thing and took off after the boy; once they were a good hundred feet into the air, Ron spun around and let the chain with the ring dangle in mid air. Ron looked at Harry in his armor and realized that the boy was serious about getting the ring back and took an uneasy gulp. He looked around wildly and knew that the only chance to escape Harry's wrath was to get rid of the ring.
Ron tossed the ring high into the air and smiled gleefully; the ring was heading toward a large bridge between one of the towers. He hoped that the ring would be picked up by a random passing student and they would keep it.
He felt a whoosh of air pass by him and a fluttering black cape. Ron's eyes widened as Harry flew past him at a speed that made the rickety broom quiver and shake at the amount of magic inside it.
Harry flew after the ring, its golden band and emerald diamond shining in the September sun. Harry was now six feet from the ring and the bridge to the one of the towers. Harry took another gulp of air and willed more magic into the already shaking broom.
RotS
Snape walked from the north tower back toward his class; he had just finished a meeting with Dumbledore and the man was now worried. Dumbledore had ordered him to try and convince Harry to spend some time with the Weasel in order to try and boost house unity…and to get a loyal spy to check on Harry.
Snape sighed; he knew that the task was nigh impossible. Harry hated the Weasel with a vengeance after using…that NAME…for miss Granger. Snape stopped in his thoughts when he heard the sound of air whipping by.
Severus looked up to see Harry flying like a bat from hell after something; as the potions master looked on, he caught a flash of light and took in a breath. Flying through the air was a ring; but not just any ring, a ring worn by Hermione Granger herself! Severus looked beyond Harry and saw the Red headed Weasel hovering in the air with a look of surprise on his face.
Quickly piecing together what happened, Snape shook his head.
Another plan made by Albus Dumbshitboar ruined. Ah well, at least this way Harry won't look at me like I betrayed him. Snape thought to himself as he watched Harry.
RotS
Harry sped in front of the flying ring and did a barrel roll on his broom; he reached out his hand and grabbed the ring itself rather than the chain. Instantly the ring began to burn his hand, but Harry gritted his teeth and flew back down, ignoring the intensity of the heat.
The new Prince of Slytherin didn't know that his Head of house had seen him catch the ring and was smiling to himself.
Harry flew past the still gaping Ron and glided down to where many of the Slytherins were cheering at the display Harry had done while Hermione was sobbing tears of joy at what Harry had done for her.
Harry strolled up to Hermione and gave her back the ring before hissing in pain as the ring gave him another jolt of whatever the thing was charmed with. Hermione's eyes widened as she heard the hiss.
"Harry…you grabbed the actual ring didn't you?" Hermione asked shocked.
Harry nodded his head but he didn't answer as he turned around and looked at the approaching Ron. The Sith in training brought his wounded hand up, called on the pain he now had and jerked it to the side.
The broom did the same thing and nearly threw Ronald off the broom; he managed to hold on by one arm making Harry smirk at the display. This was going to be too much fun. Harry cast a glance at Hermione and urgently whispered to her.
"Know any sticking spells?" Harry asked making Hermione look at him confused.
"Y-yeah, I do. Why?" Hermione asked as she recalled reading a spell that stuck someone to a surface.
"Cast it on the weasel's hand…now!"
Hermione quickly caught on and bringing out her wand, cast the sticking charm to the hand as Ron flew by desperately trying to get back onto his broom. He didn't want to let go but even his dim brain could see that he was in a lot of danger, so once he got a little closer to the ground he tried to let go…only to find out that his hand and fingers were stuck.
Ron cast a glance down at Harry with pure, unhidden fear in his eyes. The last he saw was the helmet of Harry's before he went flying again…this time to the right and into a wall.
*SNAP!*
The sound echoed throughout the silent courtyard before everyone grabbed their ears as a wail erupted from the weasel's mouth. Harry ignored the wail as he moved his hand again, this time to the left.
The broom, ensnared in the force, was thrown to the left at a dizzying speed, smashing Ron against the walls and jutting bricks. The sounds of the boy's screams and as he whooshed through the air made everyone shiver as they stared at Harry seemingly guiding the broom.
*CRUNCH!*
*CRACK!*
The weasel's howls became higher in pitch as both of his legs were smashed against an iron torch; the same torch that Neville had fallen from and broken his wrist.
Harry sensed that someone was approaching and he cut the force power to the broom causing it to drop Ronald to the ground in a heap.
"Hermione, cancel the spell, someone's coming." Harry hissed making Hermione nod quickly.
"Finite Incantum." Hermione whispered as she pointed the wand at Ron's hand.
The spell undid itself from the boy just as Snape and McGonagall came out.
"What is going on out here?" McGonagall demanded.
"P-P-Potter!" Ron wheezed out before succumbing to the pain and blacking out.
McGonagall turned her steely gaze on Harry who spoke in a cold, neutral tone.
"The git down there had the gall to insult Hermione again, Professor. I let my anger get the better of me." Harry said/lied.
"What are you talking about, Mister Potter?" Snape asked confused.
Harry turned to his head of house and explained.
"For as long as I can remember my magic has reacted to my emotions. Whenever I was happy, glorious things happened around me…but whenever I was upset, furious or just plain mad…my magic would tend to get out of control." Harry said making Snape nod in understanding along with McGonagall.
"Mister Potter…did mister Weasely call miss Granger…that…name?" McGonagall spat out.
"Yes, he did." Harry said making McGonagall go nuclear with her Scottish accent.
Harry blushed a fine shade of red at hearing the words that were roaring out of the Deputy Head's mouth and was very thankful for his helmet…though he decided to write down the words so that he would remember them come finals.
"Aye will subtract fifty points from me own house for not stopping this fool of a Weasely and if aye find out that there were others…ye lads and lasses best pray that aye am in a very, very, very, VERY, good mood if you come forwead!" McGonagall all but roared at the now cowardly lions making Harry laugh silently.
The Gryffindors all marched away as their head of house barked and hissed at them making them feel very horrible. Snape just shook his head and looked at the Slytherins as his fellow professor was gone.
"Mister Potter, take ten points to Slytherin for your exquisite cunning. I am growing more and more…excited to see what will happen next." Snape said with a very small grin before he left the stunned Slytherins with his cape billowing out.
Draco got his voice back after his godfather had left.
"Did Uncle Sev just…grin?" Draco asked shocked.
"Yes…yes he did." Hermione said.
RotS
YF and DZ were howling with laughter at the scene below; Ronald was in the Hospital wing twitching uncontrollably and moaning as the potions too their course.
"YF…HA, HA! That is the funniest and yet creepiest thing I ever seen in my short life!" DZ said with tears trickling down his face.
"You got to admit DZ! HA, HA! It sure gets Ron thinking!" YF said as he placed another Nightmare Draught in the next potion Ron was to be fed.
Once it was drunk, Ron let out a howl and shouted…
"NO MORE TAP DANCING PINK SPIDERS!" Ron screamed making the two laugh even harder at the confused look of Madam Pomfrey.
Kudos to those who can figure out where the Tap dancing Pink spider came from.
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