A matter of force

by ContraBardus

Start with Harry Potter, change something, and Harry learns to rock. Irreverent, chaotic, and the more movies you've seen, the funnier you're likely to find it. Expect many cammeos.

10. Chapter 10

A matter of force.

Part 10

"We will rock you." or "Episode 2: Attack of the Bunnies."

OooOOooOO

Harry Potter was sitting in the early morning dew. He was near Hagrid's home, on a tree stump with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. Harry's practice wasn't always combat training. On occasion, they would separate for personal training and meditation. Morning work outs allowed them considerable access to the grounds. The fields and the area around the lake were open for personal physical training in the mornings should students desire it. The lake had about ten older students who would take a few laps around it in the mornings.

He didn't mind a bit of work to keep himself fit, but he liked relaxing, being at peace, connecting with the universe. He was in a deep state of meditation, feeling the energy of the world around him move. He could almost hear it's passing and see it around him.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the two creatures standing before him. He'd never seen a centaur before, but two of them were looking on from about ten feet away just outside the forest.

"He speaks to the stars." The lighter of the two creatures had a deep and somewhat surprised tone.

"In a manner." Harry nodded to the creatures and looked over to them. "Hello." The boy seemed pleased to meet them.

The one who spoke up first nodded once. "I am Ronan, this is Bane."

"I'm Harry Potter." They were interesting creatures and kept looking skyward.

"Venus, its light is dim today," said the one who had greeted him.

"Venus, its light is dim today," repeated the other.

The boy blinked and scratched his head. "I guess it is." With a small shrug he went back to his meditation. They seemed uninterested in him already. "Saturn has been pretty active today. A comet passed through one of the rings a few days ago and things are still settling."

"Saturn did appear...active." The second Centaur spoke up. It looked much wilder than it's companion. It had seen the change in the planet a few days ago, but it had faded from his eyes and appeared as before now.

"It should be settled tomorrow." The boy stood up and stretched his back out a little. "Well, I've got class." He turned and started walking back towards the school. He'd found Astronomy much more interesting than he'd thought he would when he'd heard about it on his arrival. It was a rather pleasant surprise on his part.

OooOOooOO

Pansy was looking up at Cho Chang with a small frown on her face. "Huh?" She was leaning against a wall in the hall alone thinking to herself. It wasn't about much, she'd made very different friends than she'd expected. Her old group wouldn't speak to her without insulting her, and how little she'd thought about it had come as a bit of a surprise.

The Asian girl looked a little irate. "She already stole Cedric. Leave George alone."

Pansy cocked her eyebrow and looked confused. "That Weasley boy?" She'd missed what the conversation was supposed to be about. Out of nowhere she had an irate girl speaking to her about something. "What are you on about? I was a little zoned out." She pushed herself onto her feet and faced the girl down.

"I know she's been hanging around with my boyfriend. Cedric doesn't look my way anymore. I wouldn't know who has his attention now. It's no one in my house, I'll tell you that." The dark haired girl turned her nose up a little. It was obvious she thought she knew who it was.

"Cedric Diggory has a crush on Anna?" The blond girl's eyes went a little wide and she smiled a little. "Really? I mean, are you sure?"

This caught the smaller girl off guard. Her frown hardened a little, but her tone died a bit. "Don't change the subject! I'm not gonna let her get her claws into my George! She needs to stay away from him."

"Well, I don't know if there's much to be done. They've started some sort of prank war. I don't think either side is going to back down." Pansy shrugged. "I'm not about to stop her. The last one got me with her." She glared at the wall a little as her jaw hardened.

"What?" Cho looked confused, and unsure of how upset she was.

"They put chocolate toilet seats in the girl's lav. Do you have any idea how hard it is to wipe melted chocolate off your rear with just tissue? I hope she routs them good next round." The Slytherin girl didn't look very angry about it.

"I'm watching her." Cho curled her lip a little. "I'm not giving up without a fight!"

OooOOooOO

In a twisted sort of irony, only a few doors down the hall, Anna was standing with Cedric and Melvin.

"That was a good show this Friday by the way." Cedric frowned down at the girl. His hair was still a little green at the roots. The Weasley brothers had managed to turn his hair into grass. "I've done as you asked by the way. I can't believe they blamed me for you." He seemed a little annoyed, but in good spirits.

"I can't believe you made us use Muggle tools for this." Melvin was stuffing a screw driver and a pair of pliers into his pocket.

"Well, I don't know any enchantments, do you?" She shrugged at him and looked over to Cedric. "Well, good luck with that potion for your hair. I looked up what's in it. Don't."

His thin smile faltered for a moment. "Thanks."

"If you ever need anything installed in the girls room." Melvin looked quite serious.

"I'd do it myself. I can think of an excuse to be in there, you can't." She poked him in the chest with her fingers before grabbing his shirt. "What you do on your own time is your business. Drag me into it, on any level, and I will fry you."

The boy nodded and looked away from her. "Like I'd want to see that anyway."

The Hufflepuff student looked at them and sighed. "I like you and all, but I'm only willing to go so far with stuff like this. I just want to pay them back for what they did to me."

"Well." Anna's face scrunched up a little as her gaze seemed to move off for a moment. She could smell the boy in front of her, not an unpleasant odor, but she found herself liking it much more than she was comfortable with. "Thanks for the help. Don't be a stranger." She shook his hand, but her thoughts were contrary. He hadn't given her a reason to avoid him, and was friendly when she met him. She also didn't want to grow very attached to him, as she wasn't sure how viable or worthwhile saving his skin might be in the future. "Please leave me alone. You're going to die! I think," she thought to herself.

The boy noticed she'd become odd, but that was pretty normal for her. "Well, I'm off." He turned away to go about his own business, looking over his shoulder at them for a moment before turning away to navigate the hall.

"You need anything else?" Melvin gave her a shrug as he looked on. He put on his sunglasses and grinned.

"Just go. You're going to indulge yourself right out of the breeding circle if you keep this up." She narrowed her eyes at him a little and waved her hand at him. "If your sister asks me for help, I'm going to do it."

"I kind of doubt that, but thanks for the warning." He walked away at a lazy pace with his hands in his pockets whistling to himself. Melvin wasn't a complete moron. He'd seen the future, and he was going to be a bit beyond wealthy. There would be plenty of willing girls in his future. Margaret wouldn't ask the redhead for help if it killed her. Rock kicked ass.

"Better be sure." Anna replied as she walked by him towards the dorms.

OooOOooOO

After being interrupted during a lazy stroll between classes, Harry Potter was looking at a rather stunned expression on Draco Malfoy's face. "Do you want to race or something?" They were standing a few dozen feet away from one of the doors that led into the school on the grass. Students passed around them with a bit of clearance, in various states of disinterest in the event.

"What?" sputtered the blond boy as he stared at him. Crabbe and Goyle had lost quite a bit of their intimidation factor on both Ron and Hermione. The pair of Gryffindor was grinning at each other at Harry's response.

"I dunno, anything competitive. You seem interested in starting some sort of rivalry with me. Sounds like it might be a bit of fun. We could race brooms on the Quidditch Pitch, or maybe have a footrace or something."

"I'm not trying to be your friend, Potter." The boy was snarling, and stepped towards him to show how unafraid he was.

"Yes. I'd noticed that. You'd make a pretty good rival really." Harry seemed unconcerned with Malfoy's anger. "You've asked me to duel, but that would get us both in trouble. My sister has Quidditch in her pocket by now. I don't doubt her ability to con her way in." The boy scratched at his scar as he seemed to think. "We could see who can make the biggest explosion in the pond with their wand?"

Malfoy seemed confused and angry at the same time. "What are you babbling about?"

"You always seem so angry when you talk to anyone not in your house. Yet you do it so often." Harry had enough of his attention that the blond ignored the snickers coming from behind the boy he hated most. "You're the one always trying to get me into some sort of competition. You've been trying to goad me into a fight since we met pretty much. What is it you're so interested in proving anyway?"

"I'm better than you, freak. You'll be destroyed, just like your Mudblood mother. Things will be the way they should be. Scum like her won't be welcome here." He jerked his nose towards Hermione and gave an evil grin.

Hermione and Ron were both staring at him with wide eyes and slacked jaws, unable to believe what he was saying to them. Harry didn't seem to have heard him. "I don't see what good it will do you. I mean, Voldemort is already dead. I've just got to hunt down the little pieces of him left over and destroy them. Anna knows more than she lets on about that, but she's not saying anything yet. I hope you make it through all right. Siding with him is more dangerous than you'd think. It will be a long, hard road for you, should you choose it. Though it may not seem so at first." Ron and Hermione weren't sure what to do, it almost looked like Harry was enjoying the conversation. He looked like he was offering advice to the blond boy as a friend.

"Stop grinning like you've got the secret of happiness, fool. I'm not so stupid as to not think you're not angry about the truth." Malfoy shifted away as if he was afraid Harry might touch him.

"I do have the secret to happiness." The boy who lived gave Malfoy a gentle, almost friendly, slap on the shoulder. "Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and listen to the lamentations of their women." The pair behind Harry looked at each other. Ron shrugged, and Hermione seemed preoccupied with being upset at Malfoy. They were both a bit surprised to hear something like that from him.

The Gryffindor trio walked away from him, Crabbe and Goyle stood in silence behind Draco. He was shaking a little as he stood with jaw hanging a bit. He seemed to think about it for a moment and gave a cruel and forced laugh. His eyes were twitching a bit, and his bodyguards forced themselves to laugh with him. Without another word he turned and walked away.

"I want to slug him!" Ron was angry as he glared behind him to look at the young boy's back as he walked away from them. "I can't believe he'd run his mouth like that!"

Hermione was silent and giving Harry an odd, uncomfortable frown. "He could do with some crushing I'd say.'

"I don't like Malfory, but he's not an enemy that I know of. He might learn." Harry gave a small shrug. "You shouldn't give up hope just yet. We're still kids you know."

"I wonder sometimes." The girl shifted her hair and gave a small sigh. "We should have done something, called him a name maybe? Given him a good slug in the gut! Anything."

"Why?" The brunette boy looked over at her in genuine confusion. "We'd still be dealing with it if I had."

Ron frowned at him. "He's such a jerk that it might be worth the trouble?" He was looking at his own balled up fist, but not in an angry way. He seemed to be thinking about it.

"Right!" agreed the girl.

"I know he's unpleasant, but we should give him the opportunity to do otherwise when it won't hurt us. He might decide to try it one day. I wouldn't depend on it though." Harry gave a small nod. "Giving into anger would only have made things worse with him, and gotten us into trouble. Besides, there's something different about him today. I think that's why he's running his mouth more than usual today. He's feeling smug about something."

"What do you mean? He was as rotten as always." Ron frowned at him a bit and seemed to think it over. "You're right though, he's been worse than awful today."

"I really can't say what it is, but there is something different about his attitude. I'm worried it's not an improvement." Harry was frowning a little, the blond had sullied everyone's mood. "Might just be our little bet. I'm going to have to win that match. I doubt his gloating habits are more pleasant than this."

"You could do something to him. As strong as you are, I bet you could have..." Hermione seemed annoyed that he'd done nothing at all.

"That's exactly why I shouldn't." His reply wasn't forceful, but it was firm. He seemed to relax again as he thought about it, and the faintest hints of his smile were returning to his face.

"What good is it then?" Ron didn't seem upset by the answer. Hermione seemed a little flustered as she turned her gaze away from both of them and narrowed her eyes a bit.

"It's good for killing trolls." He looked over at him and shrugged. "Not very useful for doling out discipline I've got no business giving in the first place. I must be more mindful than you realize. There are a lot of eyes on me since I've come here. I'm not just talking about Hogwarts either. This isn't a war zone, despite my sister's best attempts at making it one."

The girl paused for a step or two before rushing up beside him. She still didn't look pleased. "I guess I understand. Sorry. There's some sort of code you have to follow?"

Harry gave her a small nod. He wasn't in the best mood she'd seen him in,, and she could tell he felt a little bad for her and what Malfoy had said. He cheered up as her own mood lifted a little. It was a little weird to see him feel better at the same time as she did. She looked at the floor as hard as she could as she walked with Ron at her side.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you dunk him in the pond or something with that power of yours." The redheaded boy seemed a little wistful as he thought about it.

"I didn't say I would mind, only that I shouldn't." Harry grinned back at both of them. "Come on, we'll be late for Ron's nap."

"We're going to History of Magic, Harry." Hermione lifted her nose a bit.

Within a few moments, the whole mess was almost forgotten by the three of them.

OooOOooOO

Harry Potter was sitting in Dumbledore's office with a warm smile on his face. He looked like he was enjoying himself, and the old man was pleased to see it.

"Thank you for coming, Harry. I hope I'm not taking you away from important and scholarly matters." The old man looked quite serious, though Harry could tell he wasn't.

"It's a pleasure. I like talking with you." The boy gave a small shrug. Dumbledore noted that despite his cheerfulness, he was very calm and relaxed. He seemed quite peaceful and at ease.

The old man's eyebrows arched. It was a pleasant surprise, and more frank than he'd expected. "Well, thank you, Harry. I have a lot of students, and a little trouble from time to time, but I do not often sit and speak with students this way. I should like too, but my position requires I keep, some distance. I'm afraid you are a rather unique student here at Hogwarts. I dare say we've never had students like your sister and yourself."

"The Jedi thing?" Harry shrugged a little and seemed unconcerned with speaking of it.

"Well, yes and no. I'm considering putting your sister in a more advanced Potions class next year already. We've not arrived at the Christmas break, and I feel she might be comfortable in a third year class as it is. No need to hurry with that, she'll be back next year I think. Her aptitude has not gone unnoticed. She troubles me at times, her heart is strong, but there is something lurking beneath those intentions that makes me...curious. Your abilities make you something of a challenge. I'd like to understand more of this 'Force' you speak of."

"Nervous, not curious." Harry thought to himself. He nodded and hung his head a little. "She does worry me a little bit from time to time, but she always comes through in the end." His reply was firm and honest. "I'm keeping an eye on her myself, when I can. I'm not entirely sure, but I think she often considers what she thinks is the most fun way to do something, as opposed to the best way."

"I see. I don't want you to think I have her under suspicion. I'm more curious about what it is she taught you. I wish to have a better understanding of it. When did your training begin?"

The boy looked up at him with the same warm grin. "When we got to the Dursleys. As far back as I can remember."

"Oh? Might I ask how? You were very young." The old man couldn't not believe the boy after what he'd seen. Harry seemed pleased to be speaking of it to him. He'd jumped on the subject with a bit of enthusiasm.

"Do you have a while? Anna told me about her past life. It explains a lot about what a Jedi is. Pretty good story too." The old man could tell Harry wanted to tell it.

"Really?" The old man was glad he was already sitting down and leaned against his forearms on his desk. "Please, go on."

"Well, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away..."

OooOOooOO

Fred and George Weasley were in the Gryffindor dorms. They were lying on a set of beds that were side by side, each with a small bottle of ointment that they were in the process of applying to their exposed rear. Each had their pants pulled down enough to allow it.

"I thought chocolate toilet seats were pretty cool." Fred seemed close to pleased about it.

"Who could have know she'd top it?" agreed George with his grin widening.

"Sun Crystal toilet seats?"

"Brilliant."

The pair sighed a bit and squirted a bit more of the ointment into their palms at the same time. "You know, we're gonna have to ask her sooner or later. We can't let this stuff go just because we didn't think of it." Fred looked over at his brother.

"It would be better for the business wouldn't it? She's going to be a rock star after all." His brother nodded with a somewhat serious look crossing his face. "To think, we'll be able to profit from this little war."

"Best to keep it going then, isn't it?"

"Right. Now what?"

OooOOooOO

"You had my brother install what in the boy's room?" Margaret didn't look upset by it, she was trying to hide a bit of laughter. They were leaning against the wall outside the common area away from the other students, and talking.

"Yeah. Cedric helped out, I'm sure you two noticed his head yesterday." The redhead rolled her eyes a little.

Pansy was still laughing from when she'd first heard. The mention of the name caught her attention and she spoke up. "Cho Chang says he's got a crush on you. She thinks you're trying to steal George away from her."

Anna frowned a little. "That girl is paranoid." She gave a small sigh and paused. "Wait, George?"

"Well, he did save her life and all." The blond girl shrugged.

"I've seen them together, he always looks nervous." Margaret had the best ear of the group. She kept up with the goings on of the school and could keep up with the social web of school relations and politics. "Word is they've been together a whole week."

Pansy looked interested, Anna did as well, but in a more disgusted manner. "Like a week is an excessive amount of time."

The blond shrugged. "It is, for first years."

"Cedric Diggory does not have a crush on me. I'd know if he did." The redhead looked out of the corner of her eye at them as she inspected her nails. "I'm empathic remember?"

The blond looked a little disappointed. "Really? Does anyone have a crush on any of us?" She perked up as she thought about it.

"Ask Harry." The redhead frowned a bit and turned her head away from them both. Margaret looked just as interested in an answer as Pansy.

The raven haired girl seemed a little miffed. "Harry? Why not just tell us yourself?"

"Yeah." Pansy didn't look upset, but interested in a reason.

"Look. I can do it for me, but only to what I'm paying attention to. Harry can do it with a room full of people. It's automatic with him. If you must know, ask him. I can't promise he'll give you the answer you want either." The redhead wasn't looking at either of them and had her arms crossed as she looked down the hall.

"Oh." The blond girl gave a small shrug. "You do know something though."

"Fine. Nevill Longbottom." She turned to look at Pansy.

"What?" The girl's eyes went wide.

Margaret's lips turned up as her nose rose a bit. "I thought you said you couldn't."

"No. I said I'm not as good at it as my brother is. Nevill thinks Pansy is cute. There may be others, I don't know. It doesn't draw my attention much."

"Gross!" squeaked the blond as she shuddered a little.

"Don't worry. It's not strong. He's just noticed you because of me." Anna patted her shoulder.

"What?" Pansy froze.

"Well, that didn't sound the way I wanted." The redhead blushed. "It was that mess on the Pitch. He was looking back at me because I was nice to him, and noticed you with me. Like I said, it depends on how much I'm paying attention to someone."

Margaret and Pansy both looked a little relieved as the topic moved on.

OooOOooOO

"I see." Dumbledore was sitting back in his chair. Harry had just finished telling him about the Battle of Endor. There were no Ewoks in Anna's Star Wars, it was a planet full of Wookies. It had taken almost two hours for the boy to relate the whole story.

The boy was pleased with himself. "Get fifty blood thirsty girls after me will you..." It was a guilty pleasure, but he needed to tell Dumbledore about Vader. He felt the man deserved to know what he had in his school. Anna did give him a scare from time to time. He could also see that their power was causing a bit of confusion and distress in some.

"Jedi you say?" Dumbledore was looking at the boy with a rather vacant expression. "Hmmmm."

"Well, I am. Anna's a Sith still."

"What?" The old man's lips turned into a small frown.

"Well, she stopped being evil, but she's not a Jedi." The boy nodded.

"Are you, sure, of that, Harry?" The old man was leaning back in his chair and regarding him in a careful manner as he stroked his beard.

"Yeah." The reply was instant and genuine. "If she was, she wouldn't have trained me this way. We've seen a future we both want."

The old man felt a little better, to his surprise. "This is a true story you say?"

"Yeah. It works, so I don't see how it couldn't be." Harry still seemed as relaxed and into the conversation as when he first arrived. "Anna raised me, not the Dursleys. She's older than she looks. She said she woke up when Voldemort tried to kill us. It's probably why she can see the future, but she hasn't mentioned it."

Dumbledore looked very thoughtful. "I see. I must say, I am rather surprised at how forward you are with something like this, Harry."

"You're Headmaster, you have a right to know. I trust my sister, but she needs to be watched. She's very wise, but not often as mindful of consequence for some odd reason." The boy seemed sure of himself.

Dumbledore was sitting back in his chair and looking off into space a little. The man had a lot to think about. He wasn't sure he wanted to speak with her until he'd had a bit to mull over it all. "What do you make of this 'Force'?"

"We are luminous beings, Professor, not this crude matter." The Potter boy pinched his own arm a little. "The Jedi were pretty wise. I've found no fault with any of the teachings I've learned."

"Fascinating. You say it is not magic?" The old man was taking everything in.

"No. It's different. Hogwarts history spans thousands of years. The Jedi spanned across a galaxy, for millenia. It's much older than magic."

"Magic is often described in a similar manner." The Headmaster was stroking his beard and nodded a little. "Old magic." He turned the phrase over in his mind for a moment. It was something he'd considered when thinking about the pair before. Harry's words brought it forward again.

"Magic is only a part of it. I can feel a difference." The boy wasn't arguing his point, but stating something. "Anna's not the only one who can see things. I see things before they happen, but only just before. It makes my reflexes seem almost super human. Sometimes I can see somewhere I'm not, something going on. I can feel the force change when something is amiss. It guides me. My life, is to follow the will of the Force."

That got the old man's attention as he lowered his chin a bit and thought about it. "It controls you?"

"Partially, but it also obeys my commands." The boy gave a thoughtful looking nod.

"Fascinating." The old man was looking at the boy. There were times he could see the eleven year old boy, and there were other times when he seemed much wiser than he should for his age. Whatever it was, the girl had trained him well. "You are quite active. I can think of only a few who have filled their schedules here as quickly as you and your sister."

"I know. I'm enjoying it anyway." He shrugged. "I've got plenty to keep me busy."

The old man gave a small nod. "Speaking of which, I do believe it is nearing the end of the evening. Thank you for this talk, Harry. It was very insightful."

"Sure thing Professor." The boy hopped off his chair and moved towards the entrance.

Dumbledore slumped down in his seat. He'd seen no reason to disbelieve Harry. The boy would be one to watch, but the redhead. He had no idea what to do about her. He knew he was going to have to speak to her, if only to hear her side of things. Past lives were not new to the Wizarding world, but nothing like this had ever occurred before. He couldn't shake the feeling it was either the beginning of something very great, or very terrible. He had no idea which.

OooOOooOO

"Anna, what's this?" Pansy Parkinson, and Margaret Boggs both walked into her domain, her dark throne. The Potions lab at the top of the tower. No one used it in the later evenings but her. Several cages covered in tarps rattled on the table in front of her. She was just finishing up injecting something into the water bottles on the side of the rather large table top cages. They moved a little from time to time, but never in huge jarring motions. It was almost like the cages were twitching and shaking about.

The girl turned to look at them with a mad eyed smile. "Roadies."

"What?" Pansy looked confused.

"Roadies?" Margaret frowned a little. "Do you know how much trouble you'll be in if you're caught brewing up mutants?"

"None. I'm allowed to make up to four personal minions. It's in the rule book. I'm given considerable freedom on the methods I choose to do so as well." The redhead was quite pleased with it. "I've been working on them for a while now, they've grown quite a bit!"

The pair behind her looked rather stunned.

"Are you sure about that?" Pansy looked like she doubted it was true.

"Yeah." Anna grinned at her. "I'm only allowed to try once."

"Maybe it would be best to wait a bit then?" Margaret offered.

The redhead turned to look at her. "It's a little late. Don't worry, after all, I am the Greatest Potion's Genius in the Universe!" Confetti flew from two small poppers as two small puppets appeared on her shoulders.

"Anna, you're the best!" cried the one on the left.

"Anna, you're so awesome!" agreed the one on the right.

Pansy and Margaret stood in slack jawed, dumbstruck, shock at the force of Anna's two puppets.

"Yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh! Anna!" A bit of confetti fluttered about as the dolls tossed it from her shoulders.

"Oh my god!" cried Pansy.

"You know, I have to be here. You could go back to the winning side, if you wanted." Margaret looked at Pansy with her eye twitching a bit.

The blond girl ignored her. "Those are so cute! Did you make them? Wow!"

"Yes, I am pretty awesome." The smallest girl had her chest thrust out and her nose in the air.

"It's going to your head." Margaret was frowning at them both.

"Well, anyway. I'm done here for the night." She stood up and walked out of the room with the girls trailing behind her.

"Are you sure about that rule?" Margaret pressed as she walked out the door after the redhead.

"Yeah. I'll be fine." The girl seemed to brush almost everything aside.

OooOOooOO

It was around eleven o'clock. Almost the whole school was packed into the Quidditch stands. Harry's friends had made a large banner with the words 'Potter for President' written across it in large letters. There was also a large Gryffindor lion painted on it. Harry had yet to see it, as he was still in the locker room with the rest of the team.

Oliver Wood cleared his throat as they finished changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes. "Okay men."

"And women," added Chaser Angelina Johnson.

"Actually, when speaking to a mixed group like this, masculine pronouns are correct." Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and shrank back as everyone looked at him. His broom was behind his back and he put his eyes to the ground. "Sorry."

"This is it!" continued Wood.

"The big one!" said Fred Weasley.

"The one we've all been waiting for," added George.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred leaned in towards Harry a bit. "We were on the team last year."

"Shut up you two. This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win, I know it." He was glaring at them all, Harry especially, as if to say, "Or else."

"Right. Shall we then?" The youngest member of the team clapped his hands together, his broom still hidden behind him. He followed the rest of his team out the lockers and onto the field.

Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams with her broom in her hand.

Harry walked out onto the Quidditch Field with a wide grin on his face. All the houses were stomping their feet and clapping as the teams walked out onto the field. He could Anna singing from the stands just above the entrance. She had her guitar and a small amplifier. "We will, we will, rock you!" cried most of the crowd in the stands. Every house was into it. The two teams looked rather awed at the display.

Hooch was flustered by the noise and yelled out instructions to the two team captains. Harry noticed her attention on the Slytherin team's captain more than Wood. His name was Marcus Flint, and he wasn't a small boy. He noticed the sign his friends had made, and the noise his sister had kicked up and smiled a bit more.

The young Seeker mounted his broomstick and rose into the air with the rest of the team. Some of the starts were a little shaky, but they seemed to forget about the noise. He pushed his glasses up his nose. Oliver was beaming with confidence, the rest of the team was a ball of nerves. No one had even noticed he wasn't on the Nimbus. It was the best school broom he could find. Flitwick had helped him gain access. He'd showed up for a practice, and was feeling smug, and a little afraid, from the stands.

Slytherin's Seeker, a large older boy like most of his team, glared at him as they circled over the other players as they moved into position to start. His name was Terece Higgs Harry wasn't paying much attention to him and looked around at the stands. Snape was sitting a few seats above and behind Quirrel, and he was glaring down at the boy. He'd noticed his broom. A dark smirk formed on the teacher's lips. Quirrel seemed to be giving the man nervous glances and was almost ignoring the match.

McGonagall was on her feet wondering what the hell he was doing. She had Lee Jordan's shoulders in an uncomfortable grip, but the boy said nothing. It was obvious he'd be hearing about it after the match. He hoped she'd understand.

"I haven't said anything yet, Professor!" Lee relaxed a bit as she released his shoulders.

"Apologies, Jordan. I was distracted." She glanced down at him and then back towards the field again.

"Woah! He wasn't joking! That's a school broom! Is he mad?" Jordan seemed to notice what the woman was looking at.

Most of the children already knew about Harry's broom. Malfoy had been running his mouth as predicted.

Hooch blew her whistle and the match started.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor, what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too..."

"Jordan!"

"Sorry, Professor."

The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall. The woman seemed to be having trouble paying him much attention.

The match started and Harry dove down ten feet and made a sharp upward turn that the other Seeker couldn't duplicate. Finding the Snitch wasn't difficult, catching it could be a bit of a chore. There were other wizards on broomsticks buzzing about their own business in the match. The other Seeker was on his tail. Harry turned again by turning the broom around a hundred and eighty degrees on it's nose. He shot past the speedy Slytherin Seeker, leaving him looking over his shoulder with a rather slacked jaw. He almost rammed one of his own teammates and was forced to dive and pursue the boy who was already on the other side of the field, flying through his other teammates like a humming bird. Gryffindor scored a goal during this and the young boy did a few loops in the middle of the match, missing no less than two attempted fouls by Slytherin in the process.

The boy rubbed at one of the lenses on his glasses and looked back over his shoulder. The Snitch had just been released and it was moving closer to him.

Harry smirked, he'd outmaneuvered the larger boy and left him on the other side of the field away from it. Terence had a faster broom, and seemed more concerned with getting close to him than finding the Snitch. Duping him had been easy, giving him a clear shot at the ball. He reached out with it inches from his fingers, but seemed to almost fall of his broom as he hung by his hands and legs from the stick like a sloth just as two Slytherin Chasers collided over his broom where he had been. The pair had both been braced for impact and remained on their brooms. It had really hurt though, and the paused to nurse their wounds and give each other dirty glares as they finished fighting their brooms out of a spin and into control.

"Amazing! Potter dodges a foul by hanging from his own broomstick! I've never seen anything like it. Quite a showing from the first year Seeker." Jordan had noticed what had happened.

"Oh my!" McGonagall looked like she was about to fall over.

The young wizard glanced over his shoulder and spun the broom upright as he pulled into a climb to avoid another attempted foul, He twisted his broom into a roll to avoid what only looked like an errant Beater swing as he shot past a Slytherin Beater and over the thick of the action. The Slytherin Beaters both smacked the Bludgers up with him, where he was the only target. "Oops." His face was a calm smirk as he stood up on his broom and shot down shifting the weight of his shoulders to dodge the two balls as they swooped in to catch him from opposite directions. Both curved downward and he jumped off his broom to his right as they both shot by where he had been standing at high speed.

"Potter...fell? Oh no! This is..." Jordan was on his feet with McGonagall gripping his shoulder again.

There was a loud gasp within the crowd, but Harry's broom curved in and he took hold and remounted with the grass touching the tips of his shoes. He shot across the pitch and curved into a climb again before tuning back into the thick of the match again. Slytherin was aiming at him more than playing their game, and he had three tails closing up from behind him fast.

"Amazing! Potter...wait. That's not possible...He's caught himself with his own broomstick after jumping off of it." Jordan was rather dumbstruck and had yet to sit down. McGonagall had released him, but he hadn't noticed much in the first place.

The Potter boy glanced over his shoulder and got a cocky grin on his face as he dove towards the pitch again, twisting through other players as he went. The other brooms were faster, but they couldn't turn like the young boy could. A large Slytherin boy almost got hit in the face by an unaware Fred Weasley as he swung at one of the Bludgers, but slammed into his back and bounced away after ducking under the swing causing them both to spin away from each other in a wild manner for a moment.

The whistle blew and the game was paused. Fred was given a free shot at the goal and made his shot and play resumed again.

Harry's three new friends were getting very angry as they moved to tail him again. They had to return to starting positions before the penalty shot. Harry knew where the Snitch was, but the faster brooms made trying to go right to it dangerous. It was fortunate that he had the team Seeker's full attention. He was leading the pack behind him.

The one on the Slytherin Seeker's right shot forward ahead of his team mates as they all continued to gain on Harry. The young boy was fluttering through the match like a butterfly, using the other players to keep the advantage they had in speed and power in check. Angelina blasted by between him and his closest tail, when she'd gone by Harry was gone.

He'd gone into free fall again and regained his control about ten feet over the pitch. He was getting too close to the golden ball and needed to lead the trio away from it. They followed as expected and were shooting behind him along the wall on the opposite end of the field from the Snitch. It was flitting about above the match. He moved towards the middle of the field and looked up for a moment. Without warning he jumped off his broom and skipped high up into the air while catching his rising broom after bouncing up off the ends of, Oliver's, George's, and then Adrian Pucey's, a Slytherin Chasers, passing broomsticks. The riders from both teams were given a jolt by his passing and most gave him a rather annoyed glance that quickly turned into surprise. He hopped onto his broom above the rest of the players as he curved towards the Snitch. None of his tails had realized what had happened fast enough to see him get close to it.

Lee Jordan was stunned into silence. "..."

Harry should have had more than enough time to catch up to the Snitch, but the Beaters had managed to get both Bludgers in close proximity to him again. He hopped up to his feet to avoid getting his nose broken and a large bruise on his rib cage. One passed in front of him, the other between the space between his legs. He sat down again and growled as he noticed the Slytherin Seeker had gotten a bead on the Snitch. He was just over the ground, chasing it across the field towards him. He was about sixty feet in the air. "Well, I can't lose. Oh well."

The Bludgers were the final decision maker for him as they collided and bounced away from each other where his head used to be as he fell away from his broom. It followed just behind him and dove towards the ground. The Snitch was about a foot above the ground, with the Slytherin boy right behind it moving at high speed. Harry was coming down about ten feet away from the path the Snitch was taking. There was no way he was going to catch himself with his broom to make the catch. He would have to bleed speed off of his mount and move out of range to catch himself. His eyes became focused as he looked at the ground and steeled himself.

There was a lot of screaming going on and the entire school was on its feet as he landed in a squatting position on his hands and knees. He reached up to catch his broomstick and stood up. He reached out and plucked the Snitch from the air in a motion that almost looked accidental. He took a moment to regard it and looked around the field. The ball had made a ninety degree turn and passed right in front of the Potter boy. The Slytherin student had built up far too much speed, and had to make a wide turn. He was so surprised at what he'd seen when he'd gotten around that he tumbled from his broom and rolled across the grass for a few feet. He stood up in a hurried and shaky manner in slack jawed confusion. Harry's glasses lifted themselves off the ground and put themselves back onto his face as he paused with a wide grin on his face as he looked at the other Seeker and shrugged. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee." The crowd was dead silent.

The referee stood with her jaw hanging down as she stared at the calm and cheerful boy as he walked up to her with the Snitch in his hand. "The game is over now, right?"

Madam Hootch was unsure what to say. "I-is that a school broom?"

"Yes Ma'am. Next time I'll be on a Nimbus Two Thousand." He was quite pleased. "That was harder than I'd thought it'd be. This is so cool!" He handed her the Snitch. He paused and looked around, as if he'd just realized everyone was looking at him and no one was speaking. "What? Did I break some sort of rule or something?" He seemed a bit pensive and nervous, but most of it was just that he was uncomfortable with the wide eyed stares and silence.

His sister saved him from the stunned silence as she started to play the last part of the song. After the first few words, the song started petering down into Gryffindor's crowd growing in strength until the whole house was into it.

There was still a lot of stunned silence and even more excited muttering from the other houses. When the song was over, almost everyone was on their feet and cheering.

"This is impossible..." The announcer was going back over the game with a lost look in his eyes. "He's using a school broomstick folks." He looked back to find McGonagall had left him on his own. "That was a twenty five meter drop easy!"

"Are you out of your mind Potter?" McGonagall was stomping onto the field with a hard frown on her face.

"No, Professor." He looked quite calm and didn't seem to be mouthing off at all. "I can jump to the top of that goal post. I'd rather not, but if it'll help." He seemed very aware of the attention he was getting. His whole team was around him, looking on with complete and joyful awe at their newest teammate.

"Why are you using a school broom?" The woman's temper had abated, but she was still a little bit more than cross.

"I promised Malfoy. I want to play against my sister next year, and Snape won't do it unless he's sure there's no other way. I had something to prove. I'm looking forward to seeing what I can do in a match with the Nimbus. This was fun." He seemed pleased with the way things turned out.

"They might as well just give us the cup now." Wood sounded like he was going to start crying again.

"Yeah. This is so awesome!" agreed George. Fred was next to him, with the rest of the team gathering around, all of them staring and slack jawed.

"See! I told you!" Wood was ecstatic. "Potter, don't forget, it's better to play defensive at first. Slytherin can still beat us if we win every match too soon and they start padding the score." His face became very commanding. "The rest of you should remember that. We'll need every point we can get. If Harry's right, his sister will be playing for them after this."

"Man, I hope so. I wanna see that for myself." Harry looked as excited as he was before the match at the thought.

OooOOooOO

"You know who your team is, speak with them about the practice schedule. You had better produce." Snape shoved an older looking racing broom into her chest. The old Seeker had lost his position.

She was standing in front of his desk just after Potions had ended and accepted the broom. The redhead had an evil looking smirk on her face. Her eyes were wide and wild looking. She wasn't looking at anything in particular and held the broom at her side.

"Get out of my sight, Potter." He stood up and turned to the shelf behind him and started pulling a few ingredients down for later use in the class. He was only doing it to look busy as she left. As expected, when he turned around she was gone. He placed the bottles on his desk in front of him and plopped himself down in his chair. He would be needing them out anyway in a short time. He had another class to teach. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the shelf. The smile she'd had wasn't something that made him feel bad. It was not one of joy or pleasure. Her eyes had gone hard and a fire had been lit somewhere inside her. He had a feeling he'd just made a good decision for his house despite his personal prejudice.

She walked out of the room without a word and strolled for a while. "Slytherin has dominated this game here for some time now. I intend to continue the trend." She was glaring forward and didn't care one way or the other about how Snape felt. She'd get a little practice in and play against her brother the next year. That would be something to experience. "I wonder if I can work it out so we can have our wands? That would be cool!" If nothing else, it was something to do while practicing for Quidditch at home. What she knew of Sirius told her that she shouldn't have much trouble talking him into it. He might even encourage it.

OooOOooOO

"Harry, are you a God?" One of the girls sitting near him pipped up, now it was all of them, even more older students were looking over at him from a bit further down the table. He was growing more interesting to the opposite sex than he was comfortable with. It was a smaller irritation though, and he was more accustomed to the attention, and did his best to ignore it. He looked up from his plate at the girl in question. A blond third year girl who was looking at him with dreamy looking eyes.

He blinked in surprise at the question and nodded once. "Yes."

Hermione's drink flew across the table onto whoever was on the other side. She was hacking and trying to get her breath back for a bit after that. The students across from her were disgusted, but forgiving as she took a long moment to recover and apologized through her coughs.

A piece of bread Ron had been munching on hit his plate. His head whipped around to stare at his friend. "Are you kidding?"

Harry grabbed his shoulder and leaned in close to the boy's ear. "Ron, trust me. When someone asks you if you're a God, you say, yes."

The redhead seemed to calm down a bit and nodded. "Oh."

The boy who lived was distracted by that moment, and didn't notice the stares of the girls all around him get a little more intense as their jaws dropped a little.

OooOOooOO

"Anna, I just had to tell you. That advice you gave me years ago about when people ask if you're a god? Well, it was the worst advice you've ever given me." He looked a bit ruffled, his collar was missing the top few buttons, his hair was messed up, his glasses askew, and the bottom back of his robes had been ripped and shredded.

She had a wide grin on her face. "Oh? Was it now? We'll see."

"I think Hermione is keeping the piece of robe she snagged." He started to turn away, but his arms snapped up and snagged her shoulders. He narrowed his eyes and put her nose an inch away from his. "How long have you been planning this? You set me up!" His eyes went wide as he backed away from her. "I don't believe this."

"Stop it. In a few years you'll be thanking me for it. I'll be having a hand in keeping your head nailed to the ground as well. Don't let it go to your head." She didn't seem worried about his shock.

"You little..." he grumbled. "It's the whole damn house now! Even a lot of the older ones!" He looked mortified at the thought of it.

"Yes, now. The rumor will spread." She poked him in the chest and his face fell into a frown as he focused his attention on her.

He blushed and turned his head away from her with his arms crossed. "Thanks. Anna, I have to lock the bathroom now."

"Yeah. Me too. Can't trust the Weasley boys." She shrugged at him. "You're popular, in great shape, active, and really adorable. You've got mom's eyes, kind of exotic I guess. What the hell are you complaining about?"

"I'm twelve, some of these girls have almost graduated. I get more notes than I can read. Just touching a pile of letters with my name on it scares me, Anna." The boy seemed perplexed. He was poking his index fingers together and looking aside as he spoke. "What do I do now?"

"You're stronger than you think. Do you have any idea how many guys dream of what you've got now? Don't screw it up." She was frowning a little as she poked him in the chest a little. "I can't believe you're complaining about this!"

"I'm not sure I'm ready for it. It is a powerful, dark, force." He turned his head back towards the table again.

"Yeah. Well, you need to learn to deal. It's a long way to the top if you want to rock and roll. This is one of those steps. Best get it over and done with." She played a little air guitar for a moment.

"Great." He didn't seem pleased with her answer, but accepted it. "I didn't think 'getting beat up, broken bones' was gonna happen in quite the same way."

"Don't worry so much. You'll do well in that respect." She nodded and looked far too confident.

He'd gone white as a sheet. "You have visions of that?"

She gave him a disgusted looking frown. "Cock push ups are really to help you, hold out, on stage. They do have a few nice side benefits though." She started back towards her table leaving her brother standing with a confused frown on his face. "Don't get in over your head, take your time, do as you like. I'm not going to hold your hand or shove you about in this. It's something you've got to navigate on your own. I might offer advice, but there's not much I can do about it now. Stick to the rules, you are a God, if someone asks."

The boy stuck his tongue out at her a little and scrunched up his face. "I'll get you for this one day."

"Yes, please do." She seemed pleased as she left him.

Melven rushed up to his side with a huge grin on his face and a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. "This is so awesome! Harry, I've seen more cleavage than Gildroy Lockheart could possibly have seen in his life. How many bra's have you signed?"

"None." Harry was giving the boy an odd stare and seemed less than attentive as he mulled over his own problems.

"It's awesome. Try it." The other boy was almost skipping.

"I think I'll pass for now. I'm just not that interested yet." Harry almost grumbled his response.

"Oh, that's cool, I guess. Happens when it happens I guess." Melvin shrugged. "You'll get into it. None of that floating pen crap either when you do it. Trust me on that one."

"I'm sure." He didn't look like he thought it was a good thing.

"Something like that." Melvin moved off with his hands in his pockets and a cheerful grin on his face as Harry shuffled back towards his table at a lazy pace..

OooOOooOO

Anna Potter was looking up at Draco Malfoy. She was sitting in the common area of Slytherin, and her friends were up in the dorms. She was seated in an arm chair with an advanced Potions book on her lap. She gave him a look over and frowned a little. "Draco?"

The boy was standing with his arms crossed and glaring at her. He was also alone, which was unusual. "Who the hell are you, anyway? There's something wrong with you, and your brother."

"I'm the Heir of Slytherin, he's the Boy Who Lived. Quite a pair I'd say." She shrugged "Why do you ask?"

"You'll be destroyed." He was snarling at her.

"And if I am, you'll live your life as a lap dog just like your father. Did you want something, or did you just wish to insult me?" She was calm and seeming to get bored with the conversation. "If that was it, you've succeeded and you can leave if you'd like."

"Is that what you make of me then? Even if you're not afraid. I know I must make you angry." The faintest hint of a smirk formed on his lips as his eyes hardened a little.

Anna took a moment, he was anticipating something, and she didn't think it was her answer. "Well, no, not really. I think you're a jerk. You're self centered, arrogant, selfish, malicious, vindictive, and you speak down to everyone you meet. This superiority thing has given you a rather nasty personality. You're an above average catch aside from that though. Not poor, somewhat attractive, active, relatively intelligent, and you've got a few decent skills. It goes to your head though, and you get angry and jealous when you lose. You really are terrible about that."

"What would you..." started the blond boy as he began to uncross his arms and look arrogant.

"I'm empathic. You can't hide your feelings from me, Malfoy. My brother is much better at it than I am as well, don't think you're fooling him with that stupid grin you fake when you're feeling wounded." She had opened her book to appear less interested. He should have left by that point, but was sticking around a bit more than normal. She could feel a passing but powerful rage overcome him, his eyes were wide and he was breathing out his nose at her. "Don't ask if you don't want to hear the answer. You're a prick, it's your parents fault. I really can't hate you that much about it just yet." She glanced up at his rather shocked expression and smiled a little. "If you'd stop using people as entertainment, it'd be a big help. No one really likes a bully. They just pretend to so he leaves them alone. Also, stop pretending to be great at everything already. You're a first year, and no one is that stupid. If you haven't got anything nice to say about someone, don't say anything at all."

"Anything else?" he didn't look pleased with her, but hadn't left.

"Be excellent to each other. Oh, and get yourself a towel. You'll be needing one if you want to compete with my brother on any level."

Malfoy whirled around on his heels and stomped away from her with a wild anger in his eyes.

"I wonder what that was about?" Anna was looking down at her book with her face, but her eyes were on his back as he left. "Interesting development." She had little hope of salvaging Draco. His parents would ensure his course was steady and sure, and he was willing enough to cooperate. She didn't think he was abused, so much as spoiled, and encouraged in some of his rude behaviors by the evil twits. The boy wasn't afraid of her for some reason, and he'd taken enough interest to speak with her more than he had to. He didn't like her, the redhead always left him angry. The huge grudge he'd formed with her was still overpowering his thought process, not that she minded that much. It was something to meditate on later. Something was up with him, and like her brother, she wasn't sure how much she liked it.

OooOOooOO

Melvin walked up to Harry and Ron with his hands in his pockets, Hermione was chatting with a few nearby girls a short distance from the pair. The raven haired boy was wearing a pair of shades with a cocky grin on his face. He was enjoying the attention he was getting. "What's up? Anything interesting on this front?"

Harry smirked at him. "You're having a bit of fun then? Glad to hear it, you could barely stand us when we met."

"Well, I can now drown my sorrows in women. Drumming has given me a rather nice chest as well." He'd gotten a little bigger, and it was obvious he knew it was just something the girls were telling him. "Though, I admit it's not a bad thing to be in better shape and all, cock push ups still suck."

"Right." Ron rolled his eyes a bit and looked away.

Harry did much the same, but for different reasons. "Do you think about anything but girls anymore? And, yes, cock push ups do suck."

"Y-yer kidding right?" Ron had a sort of horrified awe on his face

"No, he's not, and not for quite some time now. I've been looking things up, and there's a vent shaft for the steam to escape in the girls showers. I know where the entrance is for Ravenclaw's dorms. I'm gonna be going now. Enjoy your...um, studying, I guess."

"What?" Ron's eyes went wide.

"Melvin. Don't." Harry's head was shaking from side to side in a slow and deliberate manner.

"Why?" he asked with a shrug.

"You realize what will happen if you're caught?" The boy who lived sighed.

"No. I'm not worried though." He seemed quite pleased with himself as he hurried off.

Harry looked on for a moment before he glanced at Ron. "Damn it. I'm gonna try and talk some sense into him before he gets himself killed." He started to jog in the general direction his band mate had gone.

"I'll come along!" Ron was right behind them.

Melvin was all for having company on his expedition into uncharted waters. He let them catch up and started walking with them both glaring at him. "You know, I could probably talk a few girls into doing it for me. Have ringside seats and everything. Just wouldn't be the same somehow." He seemed to think about it and shrugged. He was standing in front of a small grating and fell to his hands and knees to pull it away. "Come on. You know you want too." He pushed himself inside and into the darkness.

"Melvin, come out of here!" Harry followed him in and hissed whispered protests.

Ron looked into the hole and licked his lips. He wasn't sure what to do, but decided he didn't want to get left behind.

OooOOooOO

Anna was standing next to a somewhat surprised looking boy with brown hair and downcast blue eyes. He was about two years older and much taller than she was. He looked active, and it sort of clashed with his personality. He didn't look very pleased to see her, until she spoke up and said 'hello' as she passed him in the hall. Pansy and Margaret both looked at each other and shrugged before looking on in surprise.

He had touched her shoulder to get her attention. "Hey. I'm new here. The other students don't seem to like you much. Who are you?"

The girl blinked. He was a Slytherin student, she'd seen him before in Snape's class. It was about the only place she'd seen him at all. He was a handsome and burly young man, but seemed quiet and reserved. When she'd seen him, he'd been alone and uninterested in what was going on around him. "You don't know who I am?"

"Finding things out can be difficult for me." He didn't want to speak about whatever it was.

The redhead was confused on what she was getting from him. He seemed nervous and glad to be speaking with her. There wasn't a very strong positive emotion though. "I'm Anna Potter. I'm Salazar's Heir, all tested up and everything. I'm also the greatest guitar player of all time." She stuck her hand out and shook his. It threw him off a little, but he didn't pull away.

"One of the founding Wizards? I'm a transfer student from Durmstrag. I'll only be here for the year, I'm staying with my father for a time." He seemed to be thinking she was telling some sort of joke he wasn't getting. In a way she was, but this was more than usual. "It's why you only see me in Potions. Snape can teach me, I'm really just being tutored by him between classes. I'm there for most of the day. I'm enjoying it, he's quite lax. I'll have a time of it catching up when I get back though." He looked quite serious as it said it, but wasn't looking at the redhead in front of him out of embarrassment.

"Great. Got a name?" The girl was wondering what had brought the sudden outburst from him.

The boy seemed a bit more flushed as he realized he hadn't. "Clause, Gurnstein. Sorry."

"I suppose it's nice to meet you. Might I ask what you wanted?" She seemed patient, and reserved.

He perked up a bit. "What part of Germany are you from?"

The girl blinked and seemed to freeze in place in confusion. "I'm British."

"What's going on?" asked Pansy as she looked at Margaret.

"Maybe he asked her out? I don't know, should we even be standing here? They don't seem to mind." The raven haired girl seemed to be calm and focused on the pair in front of her. She was interested in what was going on right next to her more than Pansy at the moment. "I had no idea. Lucky girl."

The older boy seemed surprised at the redhead's answer. "Really? Who taught you then? I couldn't tell. It sounds like your from the same place I am."

Anna eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed. "I um, don't speak German." She looked back at her friends, who were both whispering to each other as they shuffled away from them. "Where are they going?"

"We'll be off now!" called Pansy as she waved her hand at her.

"Good luck!" Margaret had a reserved looking smirk on her rather satisfied looking face.

"Good luck?" Anna looked back at the confused boy looking confused herself before turning to look at her friends back away towards the hall, grinning like idiots. The redhead had a disgusted looking frown on her face as she watched her friends bail out and seemed to realize how the situation looked. "Crap." After a moment she looked surprised, and seemed to be thinking rather hard. "Wow. I'm pretty sure this is a mixture of awesome and suck."

"What?" The boy wasn't sure what to do, but didn't want to leave until he understood something the strange girl said. It wasn't her diction, she spoke like someone who lived near him.

"I didn't know I could speak German. I'm willing to bet if you stick me next to someone from the right place in China, I could talk your ear off in Mandarin. Also, I think my friends are thinking you asked me out or something. I'm gonna have to look into that. I wonder if Harry knows? It's not like him to hold out on something like that though."

"Really? Th-thats..." His eyes went a little wide.

The girl seemed cheerful again and seemed to brush what she'd been thinking of off. "Par for the course really. This Sith thing is cooler than I'd thought. Anyway. I suppose I could lend a bit of help."

"I hope you can straighten things out with your friends. I'm pleased to find someone who can understand me. My English is horrible. I'm afraid you're rather young though, and I don't want to seem...well..." He seemed to not notice the rather odd reference as he thought about another problem.

"There might not be much we can do about it, other than keeping talking to each other to a minimum. Even that might not work. I'll leave that up to you. I'm not interested in that kind of rumor either, for pretty much the same reasons." Her eye twitched for a moment. She felt like she hadn't wanted to say that, and found herself drawn to his eyes whenever she tried to look at his face. She was almost glaring at his chest, and it wasn't helping. She was thinking of excuses. "His eyes are really light blue, it's unusual, draws they eyes because...um...damn. This is starting to suck! Stupid hormones! Calm down!"

He seemed to think she was irritated with her friends and gave a small nod. "Good luck with that." He turned away and she almost collapsed on the floor. Her eyes were rather bloodshot and she had her hand on her chest. "Wow. This is gonna be much harder than I thought. I need to start really looking hard for that cure. I'm not sure I can't take a year of this. Jeez, if not for being a guy in my past life, I would have been such a tramp. What kind of hormone factory have I become?" She looked horrified.

After a moment she seemed to realize she was in the hall still, but alone. She turned towards the dorms and started walking a little faster than normal away from the scene.

A short distance later she came upon the boy in the hall again. He seemed to be thinking about something that had just hit him and had stalled. They were both moving in the same direction, and she caught up to him and slipped into the shadows unnoticed.

"Potter?" He muttered. He seemed surprised as he looked over his shoulder. "The boy who lived...his sister?" He looked like he wanted to turn back for a moment, but strolled on after a moment of thought. "I suppose they would be first years about now wouldn't they? Huh. Imagine that. What does Sith mean? It must be an English word."

She wasn't sure what to make of it. He was making it far too easy, and he was thinking out loud while walking down the hallway. He was surprised, and interested in who she was. If her brother was around, he could tell her how he felt in detail. It had been a real pain to deal with Harry for a time, until she'd figured out how to subdue it. She had no desire to stop it completely. It helped her keep an eye on him, just as much as he could with her. She relaxed and thought about it for a time. "How much do they know about me?" Durmstrag's reputation hadn't escaped her notice. She would be foolish not to treat it with great care, no matter what her stupid hormones told her. He was far too dangerous to let lie without a little investigation. It would also be prudent to be careful what she said around him. She was aware that she and her brother weren't the only Occlumens in the world. Part of being able to do that was being able to hide the fact that you were. He might have stopped to ensure they would catch up.

A light smile formed on her face. "Paranoia, or spy games? I wonder which afflicts me?" It wasn't going to look good to the rumor mill, but she was going to have to keep an eye on him, and what kind of attention he was paying her. She doubted he knew it, but he'd just placed limiting factors on what she could do around him. She was going to have to get to know him a little, whether she liked it or not. Leaving him to his own devices and avoiding him could be much more dangerous in the future.

"I'm gonna have to talk to Harry about this. I'm not sure how much we want them to know about what we can do." She was sitting in the shadows, thinking to herself behind a statue. Her eye started twitching a little as the realization gave her the time to think about how this was going to look to her friends. "Shit. I hate this." She was blushing and growling about it under her breath. Introducing them wouldn't be hard. She was hoping he'd pretty much ignore her if he didn't need her to clarify something.

OooOOooOO

Harry wasn't really sure how he'd managed it. He was in a pile with two other boys in the middle of the girls shower in Ravenclaw's dorm. It was filled to capacity. Melvin was sitting on top of them with a wide grin on his face. He had his sunglasses on and was looking into a crowd of stunned, nude, mostly older, girls. Harry and Ron were on the bottom of the pile with their eyes squeezed shut. "Man, this was so worth it," said Melvin.

"Ron!" muttered Harry in a pained sounding voice.

"Yeah?" grumbled the boy. He sounded terrified.

"Do you have your towel?"

"Uh huh."

Melvin hit the floor on his hands and knees. Harry and Ron stood up with their towels over their heads. The felt footsteps from someone very large in front of them and heard Melvin mutter "Uh oh."

"We were trying to stop him." Harry pointed at Melvin and pulled Ron out the door by his arm.

They exited the common area in a rather large hurry without removing their towels as they went. Everyone who saw them run by in the dorms was a little confused, but brushed the event aside as the oddities of first or second year students. Harry had Ron by the arm and helped him navigate without tripping over anything or running into the other students in the Ravenclaw dorms.

Within a few moments Harry and Ron sat panting for breath a good distance down the hall. They both had their towels in their hands as they leaned against the wall.

"I kind of feel sorry for him." Ron looked back over his shoulder. "You were right Harry. I sure am glad I had my towel. I'll never leave it behind again!"

"Amazing isn't it?" The boy who lived seemed pleased. "Don't worry about him. They can't kill him, he'll be fine. Too bad he didn't think to use his towel."

OooOOooOO

Anna Potter was sitting in the dorm on her bed. Her arms were crossed, her eyes were bloodshot, her upper lip was twitching. Pansy had gotten her keyboard out and was singing a slightly out of tune duet of 'Fever' with Margaret on the blond girl's bed. They were getting quite into it and having a good time. She wasn't in the best of moods, her chest was getting a little sore, it started just after her period. It came and went, and was just strong enough to be irritating. Her friends weren't helping.

There were about seven other girls in the room, preening themselves and looking away from the redhead with wicked looking smirks on their faces.

Anna's friends finished their song and rushed over to her bedside.

"We want details." Pansy looked excessively pleased.

Margaret was doing her very best to pretend she didn't care much, from right beside Pansy.

"Potter has herself a boyfriend?" A brunette girl combing her hair back into a ponytail on the right side of the room looked rather eager to stick the embarrassed redhead in the ribs while she was down.

"She's been soft on Longbottom." It was another jab from a different girl. Anna's head jerked a bit to the right.

"Like them big and stupid, Potter?" A raven haired girl who admired Draco Malfoy from afar chimed in.

"No, but Draco does. He's got two of them." Anna was quite pleased as the girl's features fell.

"Longbottom? Are you crazy?" Pansy looked quite pleased as she turned to look at the rest of the room as she grabbed the redhead's shoulders and shook her a little. "Anna speaks German."

Anna's pleasure faded in an instant as she froze in place.

Every girl in the room was looking at her with a hanging jaw. "You stay away from him!" shrieked one of the girls in the back as she hopped off her bed.

Anna's mood had just gone up. It was too late to stop the rumor at this point. Might as well enjoy it for a moment. She buffed her fingers on her robe and leaned back on her arm as she inspected them. "I'm the only other person in this house who can speak his language. I assume you don't think he doesn't wish to speak with anyone for an entire year?" She was grinning back at them all and looking rather pleased with herself. "I really couldn't be so rude."

"You tramp!" cried another.

"You keep your claws out of him! You'll destroy his reputation!" agreed another alarmed sounding girl.

The girls all looked horrified. Pansy and Margaret were both looking almost as smug as the redhead.

"Or you'll what?" Anna's grin became quite sinister. She looked down at her friends. "We do need to speak about him. Later, in private." She'd already forgiven them for annoying her and was feeling pretty good about it. Irritating the rest of the girls in the dorm definitely helped her feel better.

OooOOooOO

"I can't believe you just left me!" Hermione was irate when Harry and Ron found her again. She wasn't very angry, but it was clear she wasn't pleased with them.

Harry sighed as he strolled along behind her through the common room with his hands in his pockets. "Believe me, you didn't want to come for this one."

"Boy, you said it." Ron's eyes were wide as he nodded.

"What happened?" She sat down between them in one of the chairs after getting tired of Harry's pacing just behind her.

"We were trying to stop Melvin from being stupid." Harry rubbed at his eyes under his glasses.

"Did it work?" asked the girl as she frowned at him.

"No." The both of them replied at the same time.

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One afternoon, a short time later, Harry was at Quidditch practice, and Ron and Hermione were walking side by side through the halls of Hogwarts. They were talking about small matters in the world around them, and pretty much just passing time while they returned to the common area for the rest of the evening. Hermione would make her way to the library, and Ron would hang around in the dorms until dinner.

"It's silly Ron! I don't care if it was Harry who said it." The girl looked annoyed with the redhead beside her.

"How isn't it useful?" the boy asked her. He looked confident he was right about it. "Name one thing you could possibly be doing where a towel wouldn't be useful should something go wrong? I've been thinking about it for weeks! I haven't come up with anything!"

The girl was glaring at the floor in frustration. It was like the only reason she couldn't think of one was because she wanted to so bad. "I don't get it."

"That doesn't mean it isn't true." Anna, Pansy, and Margaret were leaning against the wall, each with a towel of their own wrapped over their shoulders just under their robes. They looked like they were waiting on someone, but the truth of the matter was they didn't want to be in the dorms with the other girls.

"Explain it to me then! I bet this whole thing was your idea!" The frazzled girl stormed right up to her face, glad to have a place to unload her frustrations for a moment. "It's stupid!"

"It's only stupid, if it doesn't work." Anna smiled at her. Pansy and Margaret didn't look very worried, but a little surprised at the Gryffindor girl's reaction to noticing her. Anna seemed to like her for some reason despite how hostile she usually was towards her. They both thought it was a bit weird, but didn't bother interfering.

"It doesn't!" snapped the Hermione as her eyes went a bit bloodshot.

"Really? How exactly doesn't it work then?" Anna was quite forward when she was teasing and put her nose right up to the frazzle haired girl's face.

Hermione stepped back and racked her brain as hard as she could. She frowned as she realized the girl was screwing with her head. The dark haired girl at her side seemed rather bored and ignored the matter. The blond looked amused. "You seem like a very nasty girl." Hermione balled her fist up and glared at her. "You're not though. It's rather odd. Sooner or later, you're going to have to give yourself up and do something good when someone else can see you." She jabbed her finger into her chest a little.

"Oh! I love moments like those! I like to wave at them as they pass by!" Anna replied as she mocked waving at something that was passing by.

Pansy chuckled a little as Ron tried to keep himself from laughing with limited success behind his companion's back.

"I still don't like you." The frazzle haired girl jabbed her finger into the redhead's chest and turned away.

"Later then, I guess." Ron wasn't as scared of her as he used to be. He didn't want to be around her alone, but wasn't worried she might react with violence.

OooOOooOO

"Potter, what did you do to these Rabbits?" Professor Severus Snape was not pleased. Sitting at his feet were four horrific and deformed Rabbits. They all had huge mouths, dumb glazed eyes, opposable thumbs, and a rather wired look about them. Each was about two feet tall counting their ears. There were a few snickering students behind him in the shadows outside the room.

"What? It's well within the guidelines. I made them more intelligent, made nearly everything edible for them, gave them opposable thumbs, an upright posture, and bigger mouths." She walked over and picked up the Hogwarts rule book. "It says right here, I'm allowed to make up to four personal minions."

"In Transfiguration, as a sixth year, you would have been required to write a paper on the subject." Snape was livid, but didn't raise his voice beyond a harsh whisper. "You are not required to perform this task in your schooling."

"Well, I needed roadies. It doesn't say that I can't have them in here. In fact, it directly says that I'm allowed too." She held up the Hogwarts rule book and gave him a small shrug. The girl glanced at the rabbits and sighed. "They're test subjects, my own personal guinea pigs. Basically Potion analyzers and test subjects. It's why I made them so tough."

"So tell me, Potter. Since when is your transfiguration good enough to allow this?" He was giving her a very hard glare and his frown deepened. "I'm not certain you should even be here."

"Transfigure? I did it with Potions, and live rabbits. Had to add a few extensions, use my wand for a couple of low level binding charges, control temperature, and make sure they got the right dosage at the right time. Look at them! They're so adorable!" She was looking down at her creations with a sunny and pleased smile on her face.

"WAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" cried the four creatures as they all gave wild eyed stares and waved their arms at Snape.

He was repulsed, but not enough to back away from them. "I'll be speaking with Dumbledore on the matter, Potter. Tell me how it is you plan to feed these, things?"

"These things are walking trash compactors. They can eat anything really," she gave him a small shrug. "I want them to be useful, they're trash cans that never fill up. Quite ravenous eaters as well."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I want a list of potions, techniques, and ingredients for everything you used to do this, Potter."

"I always record my work, Professor. How else can I get my name on it?" A few pages of notes, and instructions floated off the table and into her hand. "I want to make sure that everyone knows that Little Anna, is the Greatest Potions Geni..."

"If you do that to me again, I will have you in detention for months. You have been warned, Potter." The man leveled his stare at her and loomed in as ominous a manner as he could manage, and that was quite ominous.

She looked a little disappointed, but nodded. "Here are my notes." She handed them over and gave a small shrug.

He snatched them away and growled as he looked at them. "You've been here three months, and you can already do this with Potions? I will be testing this, experiment, Potter. It had better work. Is there anything else?"

The girl shrugged. "Bunnies are excellent dancers."

The man growled as he turned away.

"WAAAAHHHH!" cried one of the excitable creatures as it rushed out of his way.

"WAAAAAHHH!" cried the one it ran face first into as it sat up and belted the other downed bunny over the head with a small stool. Displacing one of the other creatures in doing so. It hit the ground face first and hopped high enough to grab a beaker off the counter, the glass smashed and clattered across the ground off the offending bunny's skull.

"Eat that and fix it." Anna gave it a small irate glare.

It put it's finger on it's chin as it looked up at her and back at the ground. The creature gave a small whimper before screaming and diving face first at the ground with it's open mouth. The creature sat up and chewed on the glass for a moment. It opened it's mouth and pulled the glass out whole and unbroken. With another small hop it put it back. The creatures seemed to quiet down, but still looked like they'd had far too much coffee and plenty of sleep. One of them hit his back on the floor and started snoring despite looking the same as the others a moment before.

It was close enough to her seat and she tapped it on the forehead to wake it up. "Any time you make a mess like that fighting, you'd better fix it." She narrowed her eyes at them a little more. "That goes for all of you. We can't have you leaving a mess."

"WAAAAAHHHH!" they all cried in triumph. The one she'd woken up plopped it's head back on the floor and started snoring again.

She sat back and pointed her finger at her chin in thought. "Hmmm. Larry, Curley, Moe, and Shemp." She reached under the table and came up with a small plunger. She tossed it over at them and smiled a little. They were dense as stumps, prone to small fits of rather harmless violence, and mindless eating machines. They wouldn't eat Hogwarts, or anyone in it, but any errant trash, or leftover scraps, grass, paper, metal, wood, rocks, tree bark. They couldn't kill anything, but they were evil, and would all follow any command she gave them. They would make excellent roadies and back up dancers. They were also damn near invulnerable. It wasn't a potion she would be taking herself. She'd needed to make certain changes to do it. Almost every thing they did, they would do like a scitzophrenic who had just snapped. It was quite amusing. If they were awake, they were wired.

The creatures started shoving the plunger onto each other and fight about it. The sleeping bunny at the bottom of the pile didn't seem to notice what was going on as the others rushed about and over it.

OooOOooOO

"You said you wanted to talk to...what the hell are those?" Harry was frowning at the four creatures huddled around the redhead. They were at the back of he Great Hall again. It was a bit different, as a third year Slytherin boy was looking uncomfortable right next to her. He was looking back at the house table and frowning. A lot of girls were looking back at them with very angry glares. Pansy and Margaret seemed to be basking in it at their seats. Melvin was looking down as many shirts as he could while they were all distracted.

"Bunnies." The girl shrugged.

"Those are not rabbits." The boy glanced at the older boy and looked back at his sister.

"We need roadies. We get the Great Hall on Friday afternoons remember? Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to move all that stuff for us before hand? You know, set everything up, check all the connections, you know." She was looking away.

"What about all that stuff about doing things for yourself? I thought you said no minions?"

"No. I said no disciples. Minions are different, I made them myself." She gave him as mall shrug.

"That sounds familiar." The boy narrowed his eyes at her.

"Can we have this discussion later? You're scaring the person I wanted you to meet. These aren't clone troops Harry. Look at them, they're dense as stumps, and they can't kill people." The girl shifted her eyes away from him, he didn't look convinced. She sighed and tossed her hands up. "There are only four of them Harry. They're more like, incredibly useful pets."

The boy looked down at the creatures. "I'll buy that one for now. Ugh. It's kind of creepy Anna. How long did it take you to make these?"

"I've been doing it as a side project since we went into the future. It took about two weeks. I just had to dose them regularly with different things. They're kind of magic short outs. I put so many different changes in, they shorted out and stabilized in just the right place."

"That's really weird. Why would you do that?" The boy pushed his glasses up his nose.

"I had an urge. Sue me." She shrugged at him. She was learning about spells that caused physical changes, but he didn't need to know. "Anyway." She grabbed his shoulder. "This is Clause. Everyone over there thinks he's my boyfriend. He's not."

"So?" Harry didn't give a spit about her personal problems, and hope it worked out to be just as irritating for her.

"I feel so stupid." Clause wasn't pleased to be there. The rumor had gone beyond control, and the other students were looking at him in a different manner now, some more than others.

"Sorry. I don't like it either." Anna glared back at her house table for a moment.

"Whatever. Tell me what his is about?" The older boy gave a small sigh. Harry Potter wasn't what he'd expected. The boy seemed irate with his sister, and wasn't paying him much attention.

"Yeah. What do you want, Anna?" The younger boy had not yet noticed he was being very rude.

"Nothing now. You speak German, Harry." The redhead shrugged a little. "Thanks, Clause. Sorry. I couldn't stop them in time, and it's beyond my control now." She looked annoyed enough to sate him and he nodded.

"So, you're Harry Potter then?" The boy stuck out his hand.

The younger boy was still looking at his sister with wide eyes as he took the boy's hand. "What do you mean?"

"Harry, do you realize what this means?!" The girl puffed out her chest and pointed at the air as she said it.

Clause looked a bit surprised, and stayed quiet.

"No? I'm not sure what you're on about. I do not speak German." The younger boy was rubbing at his nose with his eyes squeezed shut.

"No, Clause doesn't speak English. Harry, we can rock in any language! We'll be world famous before we graduate!" The redhead gripped his shoulders and shook him a little as a mad glee overtook her.

"Oh, boy." The boy looked very tired when he said it. "I'm going back to my dinner. Anna, every time I see you here it gets weirder. Please stop. Take a break or something, catch your breath" He shuffled away and left them. He looked at the confused German boy. "Nice to meet you, sorry about my sister."

Anna ignored his comment. "Thanks. I wasn't sure if he could do it or not."

The boy looked rather dumbstruck. "Rock in any language?"

"Yeah. I'm in a band here at Hogwarts. I guess I understand you not hearing about us. Snape doesn't care for my family much. He wouldn't mention we're Tenacious D, the greatest band in Rock History! Ask anyone...err, sorry. Even people who don't like us will admit we rock ass."

Clause seemed to lose interest. "I'm not into foreign music."

The girl looked at him and blinked. "I don't think you understand. We're the greatest band in the world. Not going to be, we are, the greatest band in the world." She had a rather evil looking gleam in her eye as she stated this to him. She looked quite bold, and sure of herself. "We'll rock your ass off, right now!" She glared down at the four deformed rabbits at their feet. "Go set up." She grabbed his robe and forced him to follow her.

He was blushing and looking rather stunned as she shoved him into the seat next to her. "Hey. Emergency meeting after dinner in the practice hall."

Margaret frowned at the boy for a moment. "Showing off for your new friend?"

"Yeah. I'm planning on taking us global. I speak a few languages. Putting out the word early won't hurt."

"Really? Which ones?" Pansy looked pleased and fascinated.

"All of them I think." The redhead was already eating.

The girl blinked and looked confused, Margaret rolled her eyes a bit and looked away from her towards the third year.

The older boy seemed uncomfortable with his position. The other girls around him were all looking at the redhead like they wanted to pull her hair out of her scalp with tweezers. They didn't seem angry at him though, and were giving him shy smiles. He had no idea what to do, and the strange redhead was the only person he could speak with at the table. He was feeling anxious about receiving the enchanted ring Professor Dumbledore was working on for him. He also realized he might need her help at some point before then. He'd been told he would receive it when they returned from the Christmas break. He'd be attending classes with the rest of the students in his age group after that.

They all ate together in relative silence after that. Pansy and Margaret were both giving the redhead an odd stare as they ate. The older boy was trying his best not to look at anyone.

After about fifteen minutes of uncomfortable silence the redhead stood up and snagged the older boy. As she walked by, she bent down to grab Mevlin's leg, it was poking out from under the table near the end. She dragged him out on his chest and continued walking towards the doors. When she reached them she stopped and dropped his leg. "One moment." She looked back and Pansy and Margaret. "Don't let Melvin leave."

Both girls cracked their knuckles and frowned down at the disappointed looking boy. "Nuts." He pushed himself onto his rear and folded his legs.

OooOOooOO

"Harry." The redhead was looming over his shoulder. The meal was pretty much over, and most of the students were finishing up and chatting with each other.

"Huh?" The boy didn't look like he wanted to speak up.

"We've got to rock, right now," said his sister with a serious frown on his face.

"Right now?" he cocked his eyebrow.

"Yeah. Right now," said his sister with a single nod.

There was a heavy sigh as the boy hung his head. "Fine."

"Awesome!" Ron was on his feet in an instant.

"We've got studying to do." Hermione fussed, despite the fact that she was standing as well.

There were other students standing up to follow as well. A few of the students seemed to be catching on to what was going on as more were attracted to the scene.

Anna walked up to the group with about twenty five students from various houses trailing behind her, with a few more stragglers moving up.

Clause looked a little dumbstruck. "This is your band?"

"Well, not all of them." She looked back over at her shoulder and smiled. "I just had to get Harry."

"Hello again." The boy seemed much less irate. He had a calm, and pleasant smile on his face this time.

Hermione and Ron both looked at him.

"Y-you speak German?" stammered the girl.

"Really?" Ron looked like he didn't believe it.

"Yeah." The boy who lived brushed his hair out of his face. He was letting it grow out a bit again and it was almost down to his shoulders again.

Dumbledore was standing outside the door when they opened it with a smile on his face. "Might I ask what this gathering is about?"

"It's an emergency!" Anna looked up at him with wide eyes and a stunned expression on her face.

"Really?" The old man stroked his beard and chuckled.

"This boy needs to be rocked right now!" She grabbed Clause by his shoulders and pulled him forward a little. "It's horrible, he's had no one to speak since he got here but Professor Snape! He's in desperate need!"

Harry had his face in his hand behind her. Everyone else in the crowd was entertained at least. The rest of the band was blushing and looking away, though not too much. They had grown somewhat accustomed to the redhead's enthusiasm on the subject.

"I suppose, I should not refuse then. However, students must remain in the Great Hall, and return to the common area before curfew in the future." He was a little surprised to notice Clause standing at the center of the group. "I should also remind, that tonight's curfew has not changed. Students should still be in their common areas by the appropriate time."

"What's going on?" The German boy asked the redhead. He looked a little overwhelmed with what was happening. "Are we in trouble?" No one around him looked worried.

"No. We just got permission to rock your ass off." Clause looked over at Harry as the boy slapped his shoulder and walked out of the hall.

"What does that mean?" He seemed confused and a little nervous.

"Don't worry about it. You'll like this, I promise." The redhead seemed pleased with herself.

The crowd around them had gotten larger, and rather excited as they moved through the hall in the same direction. The practice room was only a few doors down from the Great Hall. It was pretty much a smaller ball room down the hall.

Anna was surrounded by the band as she walked and spoke to them. "Remember that instrumental stuff I wrote? The real hard riffs?"

"Yeah? Don't feel like singing tonight?" Harry seemed pleased with the idea.

"Nah. I'm doing it in German." The redhead seemed pleased with herself.

OooOOooOO

It was a rather short show, they only had about a half hour to play. The crowd settled down after the show and moved towards the exits. A few students came up to give a few words of thanks to the band, but after about five minutes the hall was almost empty. After saying a polite goodbye to Clause, Anna let him go on his way. He had a smile on his face, and was pleased with the show he'd gotten. Anna's bunnies had set up before the show, and acted as back up dancers. They did an amazing job of it as well, all of them were quite skilled.

Harry grinned at the redhead. Clause had liked the show more than he'd let on. It had gotten to him a little that she'd done it in German on some level. "Thinking about...?"

"Shut up!" Anna whirled around to glare at all three of them. "I'm not interested in him. He's too dangerous."

They all looked surprised.

"Dangerous? He's adorable!" cried Margaret in shock. She quieted down fast and scratched at her temple as she looked away as the redhead narrowed her eyes at her. She didn't really look angry though, just irritated.

"Yeah!" Pansy was aghast.

"Seems like an okay guy to me." Melvin didn't care one way or the other.

"Dangerous?" Harry was frowning at her a little.

"We aren't the only Occlumens in the world Harry. Durmstrag has a reputation, and connections with the Death Eaters that it doesn't hide well." The redhead wasn't looking at any of them and had her arms crossed over her chest as she looked into the empty hall. "I like him, I've got no reason to suspect him of anything wrong. I'm not letting him get that close though. It's too risky. I can't avoid him, I need to know what he's doing, just in case. Sending spies isn't beneath our enemy. I doubt he'll try anything even if he is. We need to be careful what we let slip around him. Especially you Harry. What he sees can be just as important. I'm not saying he's an enemy, just that you should be mindful about what you say around him."

"Look who's talking." The boy gave her a small frown. "I think I get what you mean. I'm not sure I like your attitude about it."

"I just want to be careful. I'm hoping to make an ally." The girl seemed a bit miffed. "He doesn't have to be a spy, to let something slip to our enemies."

"That's so...romantic." Pansy's eyes went wide as she thought about it.

"She's right, being forbidden fruit will only make things worse." Margaret nodded as she looked at her fingernails while trying to seem aloof. "You should just give up and admit he's a babe."

"Really?" Melvin seemed interested in that bit of information.

"You couldn't fake it." Margaret frowned at him and looked at him with a hard glare to try and dissuade him.

Anna could feel a vein in her forehead pulsing. "I'm afraid I'm not interested in dating him. Look, maybe after we kill the horrible evil wizard, graduate school, and..."

"Oh stop it!" Margaret pushed her nose up to her. "We may not be psychic, but we're girls too."

"Yeah. He's a total babe, we know you noticed. I wish I could get away with staring into his eyes like that," agreed Pansy.

The redhead was shaking, and her eye was twitching. "I...I hate you both for this..." It was obvious she wasn't that angry with them. "Damn, stupid...blue eyed...estrogen magnet..." It was sending what she wanted to think were unpleasant shivers up and down her spine thinking about it.

"What's going on?" Melvin leaned into Harry's shoulder.

"I'm not sure, but the Force is telling me it's best to stand here quietly and wait for it to pass." He wasn't touching it with a pole.

OooOOooOO

The foreign exchange student was sitting in the common area by himself. Anna had pretty much let him go after her little concert. The room had become packed, it was loud, it was in German, it was Rammstein, but he didn't know it. It was awesome. "That girl, I can see why he tried to kill them early." She was strange, he wasn't attracted to her, but she was fun so far. "I've got one heck of a story for when I get back already. I suppose I'm fortunate to find myself here now."

OooOOooOO

AN: Because this story needed bunnies. Rock on!

Next time: Matter of Force Christmas Special!