Time to Judge

The third year Gryffindors clustered around Harry, their eyes aglow "How did you do that? The school knows you and Snape don't like each other." garbled Dean.

Harry smiled thinly "There's more to just chopping, slicing, dicing and shredding ingredients and making a potion. There's a bit of a science and an art to it. It all boils down sensing and harmonising with the potion and blocking out everyone and everything around you. That's why we brew in silence…"

Harry turned in time to see Snape facing the Gryffindor students "Mr. Potter, is correct. I'm surprised that he remembered what I said in your first potions lesson…Ten points to Gryffindor. Mr. Potter, why is it now that you're paying attention to my lesson?"

"I always have Professor, I just don't like your attitude to me. But since the debacle at Christmas, things have been illuminated to me. As a result I am trying to rid myself of dunderheads and someone else."

Snape nodded and turned away as Ron turned bright red and rounded on Harry "WHAT…THE…"

Harry ignited a controlled circle of fire around Ron "You were saying? Hermione, don't bother. I respect your intellect but I don't respect your blind loyalty and faith to an Old Man who should ideally be enjoying retirement."

"But he's Dumbledore!"

"It's his shit and Fuck's shit that WE'RE going to have to clean up. So if they can kindly begin to fuck the fucking hell off, we might actually be able to make some progress with Wizarding Britain."

The Gryffindors nodded especially Fay, whose sisters were only able to make a living as researchers as they were being sponsored by purebloods. Despite being half-bloods from an Old Family, it didn't matter. They were now a blemish on an Old Family record. Fay stepped forward and grabbed Harry's shoulder forcing him to retract his ring of fire.

Hermione stopped "True. But still Harry don't be too brash."

Harry snorted "Shall do my best…"

Hermione grinned she was getting used to Harry being freer and being more open about things. It suited him. "I'm still pissed at you."

"What for? Crashing into the girls dormitory? Or being a bloke whilst up there? Or was it because I managed to escape female fury and justice?"

"All."

"Hermione let me set the record straight. It was an accident. I'm a bloke, I was surrounded by drop dead gorgeous and attractive women and I'm referring to two of them right here and now. That was because you were shooting SPELLS at me, correct me if I'm wrong some cutting spells are red…so yes, I like my jewels."

"Harry, are you insane?" Asked Neville, curiosity evident in his voice.

"Jury is out on that. Anyway we have Care next."

Thankfully the day passed without any major problems. Malfoy was still a dick, Ron was still Ron but aside from that nothing major occurred aside from those two and two bookends ended up killing their flobberworms.

Meanwhile, hiding in a cave overlooking Hagrid's hut a big black dog observed. He could smell a rat and his Godson. He needed to act and act fast and soon. He wanted this façade of justice to be completed.

Not a day went by that the dog animagus did not replay those events of Halloween 1981 thirteen years ago in his head. The dog shifted back and observing them was a gaunt looking man, with matted long hair.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing here…Padfoot."

Sirius turned and there in the back of the cave, was none other than Remus Lupin, eyes glowing amber and his wand trained on the convict. Sirius grinned thinly "I promise nothing is going to happen to you, Marauders honour."

Moony, sank to the floor feeling his age "On the past times we had together, you have one chance to explain to me why I am not taking you to Dumbledore's Office?"

Sirius sighed "We all knew there was a traitor. You suspected me, I suspected you, James suspected you and Lily suspected you. Peter was studying to be a medic. We never suspected. Then when we chose to do the Secret Keeper…"

Remus's eyes widened "That is fucking ingenious. Stupid but ingenious. Make everyone believe you would be the Guardian, then you'd go to ground but swap it at the last moment to Peter…Only Peter was the traitor."

Sirius nodded "Moony, I good as killed James and Lily, I made them choose Peter. I deserve Azkaban but not unjustly thrown in it. Now tell me about Harry."

With the revelations being compartmentalised, Remus sat down and began to inform his friend on what he had seen of Harry so far.

Back with Harry, the teen in question closed his eyes and reached out with his spirit sphere. He needed to find that rat animagus. There he was, common room and it looked like he was cowering underneath a bookcase. He snapped back to reality, however he jerked back to quickly and fell backwards blinking rapidly.

"Yer alright Harry?"

"Yeah, didn't sleep well and well…"

Hagrid nodded "Class dismissed, ten inches on the usefulness of Flobberworms."

As everyone traipsed across the grounds, Harry was shaken from his contemplations by Dean, who clapped him solidly on the shoulder "Professor McGonagall." He whispered.

Harry jerked, spun around almost clattering into Dean, only for the dark skinned Londoner watch as his fellow housemate, literally teleport and only to reappear on the other side of him. McGonagall watched as her third year Lions fooled around in the corridors. This is why she became a teacher and head of house. Although she did wish her wards didn't have 'cheese in their ears' to quote a Seventh year Ravenclaw two to three years ago.

"Mr. Potter, after getting Professor Flitwick's and the Headmasters opinions, we found no trace of foul play and are able to give you this back…Please beat Ravenclaw."

The smile on Harry's face revealed too many teeth for McGonagall's liking.

The Gryffindors formed an honour guard around Harry and the Firebolt, yes for all of Harry's faults: temper, late night adventuring he was a phenomenal school quidditch player.

As they headed into the Common Room, Oliver Wood was waiting. He had been prowling like there house crest "Harry…" He yelled holding a Broom Catalogue above his head.

The Third Years parted revealing Harry holding a Broomstick "How's a Firebolt? Now shut it. I've barely had a chance to fly so everyone hands the fuck off. I see you McClaggen, you had better be pleased to see me rather than a wand in your pants otherwise its breaking."

The first years began snickering getting looks from the older years "Harry's one of the more entertaining people in the house." One of the first year girls said.

"As well as dangerous, cranky and other words." Chimed in Mark.

"Harry, your reputation is being ripped to pieces." Called Fay wrapping an arm around him.

Harry merely smirked "We're the ones who they're gonna look up to…So we need to be approachable."

With that normal Common Room antics returned to normal with the 2nd years helping the 1st years, etc. but with the exception of the 7th years being approached only in needed.