The Goblins' Son
by Healer Teddylonglong
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
COMPLETELY AU! Partly OOC. Sick!Harry
It is my story, and I intend to write it the way I want it. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Reviews are very welcome, as they inspire my muse. Thank you very much for the kind reviews for the previous chapter!
Two hours later, when Harry flawlessly finished the potion, Brightbird told him, "This was the most difficult NEWT level potion. If you really want to take your NEWTs next month, you may try. You can still re-do them next year in order to receive a better grade if necessary."
Harry stared at the Potions Master in confusion. "But sir..." he uttered, before he trailed off.
"I didn't say you can't take them," Brightbird clarified. "I just had to promise your mother that you wouldn't overexert yourself, which is why I couldn't make you study for them."
Still confused, Harry replied, "But usually people study for their exams, don't they?"
"Well yes," Brightbird confirmed in apparent amusement. "However, you already have the knowledge as well as the expertise." Reaching out for a parcel on the table behind him, he handed it to Harry. "This is my birthday present for you. You still have time to read through them and see for yourself that you won't have problems."
Harry slowly took off the wrapping paper, revealing the ninth and tenth years' Potions books.
"Thank you very much sir. When is the NEWT exam?" He asked, eagerly, only now really understanding what this was about.
"On the fourteenth of August," Brightbird replied, smirking. "The full moon is on the twentieth."
"I'll try then," Harry informed the teacher. "Thank you so much for arranging this for me."
"You're welcome Harry. I'm proud of you," Brightbird replied, just when Jane and Kengo stormed into the room.
"Thank you sir..."
"... for keeping our brother busy for a while," the twins said to the teacher, before they pulled Harry out of the classroom.
HP
When Harry left the school building together with the twins, he stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief. Hermione was standing in front of the portal that lead to Gringotts. However, she was not alone. She was together with Mandy, Terry, Lisa, Neville, Susan and the Weasley twins.
Within an instant, his friends surrounded him and said "Happy Birthday."
"Thank you all," Harry replied, still unable to believe that his friends had all come to Goblin Island for his birthday.
"Let's go..."
"... We're going to have a birthday party..."
"... on the beach," the twins spoke up, causing the Weasley twins to stare at them with curiosity.
"Hey twins," they spoke up, simultaneously.
Harry observed with amusement how the two couples of twins engrossed themselves in their conversation, while the small group walked around the school building to the beach. 'I wonder what they're talking about,' he thought, grinning. He slowly walked behind everyone else, wondering if he should tell his friends about his Potions OWL, unaware of the fact that he would not have a choice.
When Harry and his friends arrived at the spot, where his parents and siblings had prepared a huge buffet for his birthday party, Harry noticed in surprise that the Hogwarts teachers, who had always visited him for his birthday during the last few years, had already arrived and were animatedly talking with his parents. Apart from the adults, several of his goblin friends were present.
'I wonder if that was Hermione's doing or that of Jane and Kengo,' Harry mused. 'Probably all three of them invited the people,' he finally realised, feeling very happy to have such an amazing family and friend.
"Welcome to Goblin Island..."
"... and to our little brother's birthday party," the twins greeted everyone. Seeing that Harry's human friends looked at them in surprise, they informed them that Harry was their adoptive brother and had grown up at Goblin Island.
"Please keep this information to yourselves," McGonagall spoke up in a no-nonsense voice that made all Hogwarts students nod their agreement.
"That's why you're so good at Potions," Neville blurted out in apparent amazement. "You learned it here."
"He's not only brilliant at Potions," Hermione threw in, smiling as she turned to the professors. "During these holidays, Harry took his OWL in Potions." Ignoring the gasp from the teachers, she continued, "He passed the exam with top results and is the youngest student who has ever taken his Potions OWL."
"There's one thing I need help with though," Harry spoke up, glancing at Professor Flitwick. "For my name, it says 'Harry Potter son of Buckbean.' Could you perhaps charm the name to only be visible to people who know about my relation to the goblins? So that for normal wizards it would just say 'Harry Potter'?"
"Of course my boy and congratulations to your brilliant exam," Flitwick replied, seemingly excited.
Soon everyone was sitting on the beach with a plate full of delicacies in front of them talking animatedly. Harry enjoyed himself greatly. He had not even remembered his birthday let alone thought about having a birthday party together with his friends. He and his guests spent the whole afternoon on the beach, before Hermione and the twins accompanied the Hogwarts students back to the portal. While Harry's parents and his goblin friends cleaned up the beach, the Hogwarts professors helped Harry carry his presents home, where Flitwick charmed the name on Harry's OWL certificate in a way that would allow him to show it to humans like the headmaster of Hogwarts.
Harry wondered for a moment if he should tell the professors about Amaterasu; however, he dismissed the thought, seeing no reason for the teachers to know about her if they still had not known about her existence after living in the castle for such a long time.
HP
The remaining weeks of the holidays passed too fast for Harry's liking. He had decided to not tell his parents, siblings and Hermione about the NEWT in order to not have to disappoint them in case he did not manage to pass them this time. To his relief, no one was astonished when he spent hours reading the ninth and tenth years' Potions books. He also made it a habit to translate a few recipes from Slytherin's books every morning. During the afternoons, he went to play on the beach and practise the Animagus transformation together with Hermione and the twins. Only from time to time, he visited Brightbird and assisted with the brewing for the infirmary.
In the morning of his NEWT exam, he merely told everyone that Brightbird had asked him to assist for a few hours, efficiently trying to hide how excited he was.
The theoretical test took place during the morning, and Harry was glad that he had intensely studied the two books, which he had received from Brightbird for his birthday. To his relief, he managed to flawlessly answer all questions. Feeling very much reassured by the examiner's appreciative words, he headed to the Teapot for lunch, where he met with his siblings and Hermione.
"You have to go back there again?" Hermione asked, incredulously. "Brightbird should know that you're not allowed to work so much."
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's all right Mione. If he needs me, I can assist. That's not a problem, and it's only today," he replied in a soothing voice, feeling very uncomfortable to lie to his best friend. 'They're just too overprotective,' he thought, as he returned to the school for his practical exam.
In the afternoon, Harry had to brew the potion for the dragon pertussis, which was a very difficult potion that he had never brewed before. He somehow managed to brew it, 'hopefully flawlessly,' he thought, although he was not certain if the colour was correct. 'It's yellow, but I think it might be a bit too bright,' he worried, when he placed the phial onto the examiner's desk.
"Light yellow is correct," Brightbird reassured him, when the exam was over.
Harry thanked the teacher and hurried home, knowing that everyone was probably worried because he was so late.
"What exactly did you have to brew?" Jane enquired, when the family headed to the Teapot for dinner.
"Ah some potion, which took ages to brew," Harry replied, letting out a huge yawn.
"That's it," Gwenlin told him in a stern voice. "After dinner you're going straight to bed. You need some rest now. The full moon is less than a week away."
HP
During the following week, everyone was watching Harry like hawks, preventing him from studying or doing anything else that they assumed strenuous for the boy. Harry did not mind. However, he insisted on practising the Animagus transformation and, other than that, he impatiently waited for the letter from the Ministry of Magic.
It finally arrived on the day of the full moon.
"Harry, here's a letter from the Ministry of Magic," Gwenlin told him in apparent surprise, handing Harry the envelope.
"Can you open it please?" Harry whispered, feeling too unwell to move enough to open his letter.
Gwenlin complied, only to let out a huge gasp. "You took your NEWT?" she asked, incredulously.
"Yes," Harry confirmed, weakly. "Did I pass?"
"With an 'O'," Gwenlin confirmed, placing the letter on his night table. "Congratulations child," she said, smiling. "I'm very proud of you, Harry."
Harry smiled, before he drifted off to sleep, still with a smile playing on his lips.
HP
At the end of the summer holidays, Harry was able to transfigure both arms and both legs into the respective parts of his phoenix form. Hermione could easily transfigure both arms into white feathers.
"How annoying," Harry growled in frustration. "I had hoped so much we'd both be able to completely transform by the end of the holidays."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes me too," she admitted, "but I think that we have to be grateful for being able to transform at all, and we can still practise at Hogwarts."
"Yes that's true," Harry agreed, feeling slightly consoled by the thought.
"Are you looking forward to returning to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked in apparent excitement.
"On the one hand yes, but on the other no," Harry admitted, truthfully. In fact, it was rather no than yes. "I'm going to miss the twins and my parents and Brightbird," he explained. "I know I can be glad that I'm able to see them on Sundays, but still. I love life on Goblin Island, and Hogwarts..." He slowly trailed off, noticing that he sounded rather whiny.
"I understand," Hermione said in a calming voice. "Hogwarts wasn't as great for you as it was for me, not only because you can't stay in Ravenclaw, but especially because of all these detentions with Snape."
"Exactly," Harry confirmed. "I wonder if I should show Dumbledore the certificates and ask him to be exempt from Potions. On the other hand it's my favourite subject."
"I'd wait and see how Snape behaves this time," Hermione suggested, before she changed the topic. "I can't wait to see the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor," she said, eagerly. "If he's written so many books, he must have a lot of experience."
Harry let out a snort. "Nonsense if you ask me," he voiced. "Have you looked into his book? It's absolutely ridiculous. I bet he invented everything that's written there."
"Do you really think so?" Hermione asked, incredulously.
"Yes," Harry replied matter-of-factly, when a thought crossed his mind. "I still have to ask Flitwick to charm my NEWT certificate," he said. "I almost forgot."
"That's not good," Hermione replied, alert. "Let's go and see if he's still at the school."
An hour later, they were back, and Harry added the charmed certificate to the items, which he had to take with him to Hogwarts.
HP
Hermione should soon realise just how right Harry had been. In the second-years' first Defence Against the Dark Arts class, the professor showed that he was not even able to rid the classroom of pixies and just left the room, leaving the task to Hermione, Mandy, Harry and Terry.
"What a fraud," Harry mumbled, when they finally left the classroom, only to arrive ten minutes late for Transfiguration.
Fortunately, McGonagall believed the four students, knowing that all four were very responsible and wouldn't come to class late if not for a valid reason.
"I know that he's a fraud, but the problem is that no one else is available," McGonagall admitted to Hermione and Harry later on. "The only person that I'd deem able to teach is a werewolf. However, as long as Professor Snape isn't willing to brew the Wolfsbane potion every month..."
"Excuse me Professor, but what is the Wolfsbane potion? I could brew it for the professor," Harry offered immediately.
McGonagall gave the boy a thoughtful look. "Apparently it's one of the most difficult potions to brew and it is said to take the whole night, but if something else happens in Professor Lockhardt's class, I'll speak with my colleagues about the matter," she promised, before she ushered the students towards the Great Hall for lunch.
HP
It was only three weeks later, on the day of the full moon, that the topic came up again. Not feeling up to enduring one hour of History of Magic and a double Defence Against the Dark Arts class with Lockhardt, Harry went to see Madam Pomfrey right before lunch and asked her to exempt him from his afternoon classes.
Knowing that it was the first time in more than a year that Harry asked for such a thing, Pomfrey immediately floo-called McGonagall and asked her to inform her colleagues at lunch.
"Are you feeling exceptionally bad today, or did anything happen?" she then asked in a soft voice, causing Harry to let out a long sigh.
"Well, History of Magic is just something that I don't need today, but Defence..." He slowly trailed off, wondering how to explain the matter to the healer.
"What happened?" Pomfrey enquired.
"A few days ago, he made us write a test," Harry explained, sighing. "However, the questions were all about himself, not about something that we're supposed to learn in his class. "What is Gilderoy Lockhardt's favourite food, what is his favourite book etc. He's totally self-centred and absolutely unable to teach. I think that he's a complete fraud," he blurted out.
"Oh dear," Pomfrey replied and admitted that she and her friends, of whom Harry knew that they were McGonagall and Hooch, had wondered about the new Defence professor multiple times.
"Harry, do you have your test back already?" she enquired.
Harry nodded. "Yes, it's in my room."
The healer followed Harry into his room and accepted Harry's test, before she made the boy lie down, knowing that he was feeling miserable so close to the full moon.
"Professor McGonagall once told Hermione and me that there was no one else available apart from a werewolf," Harry said, cautiously, as he complied. "Could I perhaps brew the Wolfsbane potion for him, so that he'd be able to teach at Hogwarts?"
Pomfrey stared at the boy. "Yes Harry that's it," she then said, seeming uncharacteristically excited. "You'd be able to do that for him, especially since the potion always has to be brewed a few days before the full moon. Harry, would you mind if Professors Dumbledore and Snape knew that you've already taken your Potions NEWT? Otherwise they probably wouldn't deem you qualified enough and you wouldn't be allowed to brew a potion as dangerous as the Wolfsbane for someone."
"As long as they don't know where I took the OWL and NEWT, I don't mind," Harry replied in a soft voice.
"They won't," Pomfrey promised and fetched two potions for the child, before she called the headmaster in determination.
HP
Dumbledore patiently listened to what Poppy had to tell him, before he looked from the Defence Against the Dark Arts test to the certificates in utmost confusion.
"How could he manage to take these exams?" he finally asked, incredulously.
Poppy let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry Albus, I know and so do Minerva and Filius; but it's not my secret to share and I promised to keep the secret," she replied in a firm voice. "It proves, however, what I knew even without having this information that Harry would be absolutely capable of brewing the Wolfsbane potion for Remus."
"That's true," Dumbledore agreed, pensively. "However, you know as well as I do that it would be very unsettling for Severus if we let a mere second-year student brew the Wolfsbane, although he's the Potions Master, and an excellent one as I might add." He remained thoughtful for an instant, before he suggested, "Maybe Severus and Harry could brew the potion together."
"Albus," Poppy replied with a combination of annoyance and anger. "It's not that we want Harry to steal a part of Severus' work. It's rather that so far Severus has always refused to brew the Wolfsbane when Minerva or I suggested Remus as the Defence professor. Minerva apparently told Harry about it, and he offered to brew the potion in order to have a better Defence professor than Lockhardt, who seems to be an absolute fraud. Personally, I believe that it's not only a very generous offer from Harry, but also a wonderful idea, and I'm sure that at least Minerva, Pomona and Filius will share my opinion."
"Let's speak about the matter with our colleagues tonight," Dumbledore finally decided and rose from his seat. Casting a look at the certificates, he thought aloud, "I wonder why Harry is still attending Severus' classes at all. He could be easily exempt from Potions."
Poppy let out a snort. "That's because he absolutely loves brewing potions and always hopes to learn something new. Plus he doesn't want to have another fight with Severus and I suppose that he didn't want anyone to know about these exams. He's not the attention seeker that Severus always claims him to be," she explained in a soft voice.
"Maybe I should once speak with Harry," Dumbledore said, thoughtfully.
HP
While Harry was suffering from the Blue Moon disease, feeling slightly comforted by his mother's presence, Iro visited Amaterasu, and the teachers spoke about the Defence teacher, the Wolfsbane potion and a certain second-year student who had taken his Potions OWL and NEWT as the youngest student of all times.
"Yes, let Potter brew the Wolfsbane," Snape spoke up, after listening to the headmaster's ramblings, wearing a blank face. "If something happens to Lupin, I can only say 'Good riddance'."
"Severus, behave yourself," McGonagall admonished him sharply.
HP
In the morning, when Harry had a huge discussion with Madam Pomfrey about the necessity of attending classes right after the full moon, Iro waited patiently for Harry to have time for an urgent discussion, Professor McGonagall wrote a letter to Remus Lupin inviting him to Hogwarts for Saturday afternoon, and Severus Snape skipped breakfast in order to pay Petunia Dursley a visit.
HP
Severus strode towards the Dursleys' residence, sneering at the utterly boring neighbourhood. 'Typically Petunia,' he thought, as he approached the door and rang the door bell.
It took a little while, before Petunia opened the door, letting out a shriek upon recognising him. "You!"
"Hello Petunia," Severus replied, smirking.
"What do you want?" Petunia hissed. "Do you already want to get rid of the little freak? Do what you want with him, but we're not going to take him back."
'Very interesting,' Severus thought in surprise. "No that's not the point," he reassured the sister of his former best friend. "I just want to ask where the boy learned to brew potions," he said, quirking an eyebrow at the Muggle.
"He went to school with Dudley, and he often visits friends," she explained. "Other than that I've no idea. I'm just glad when the freak's out of the way."
With that she quickly shut the door into the young wizard's face.
'That went well, and I'm none the wiser,' Severus realised as he apparated back to Hogwarts.
HP
Feeling very upset, because Madam Pomfrey had forbidden him to attend classes, Harry spent the day feverishly skimming Slytherin's books for the Wolfsbane potion. He was just about to give up his search late in the afternoon, when he spotted a potion called 'Wolvescure.' He eagerly read through the text, wondering if that was the founders' time's equivalent to the Wolfsbane potion. 'It seems more like a cure than what Pomfrey told me about helping the werewolf to keep his mind,' he thought in confusion. He toyed with the thought of apparating to Brightbird, however, not wanting to anger the healer, who was so kind and always supported him, he dismissed the thought.
'I'll speak with Pomfrey later on,' he decided, just when Iro slithered into the room.
"Harry, I need to sspeak with you," the serpent addressed him, sounding very stern.
"Of courssse, what'sss wrong?" Harry replied, giving his familiar a surprised look.
"Amaterasu told me that a girl and a boy came to visit her," Iro informed him. "The boy was the same who made her kill a girl many yearsss ago. She refused to listen to him and told him that you were her new owner, but the boy threatened that he'd come back. Fortunately, thisss time you cast the charm at the castle, sso that even if he forcesss her out into the casstle, she won't harm anyone. But still she is in a lot of distresss because of the matter."
Harry listened to Iro's explanation in shock. "Have you sseen the girl and the boy?" he finally enquiered. "Do you know who they are?"
"No," Iro replied in a grave voice. "If you don't mind, I'll spend ssome time with Amaterasu in order to get to see them."
"Of course I don't mind," Harry reassured the serpent in confusion.
"If you need me, you can jusst mind think to me," Iro reminded him, before she slithered away quickly.
'If the boy was a boy already many years ago, he can't be still a boy now,' Harry thought, wondering if he should inform an adult about the matter or just speak with Hermione.
He finally decided for the latter option and resumed translating the recipe for the wolvescure, wondering if Hermione would come to see him after the last afternoon class.
HP
"That's very strange," Hermione agreed. "Maybe we need to involve the adults, but let's wait if Iro will be able to find out something first."
The two students spent the whole evening in Harry's room working on their assignments, before Pomfrey came and shooed Hermione out shortly before the beginning of curfew.
When the girl had left and Pomfrey waved her wand over him, clucking in apparent displeasure, Harry hesitantly told her about the wolvescure potion.
"The wolvescure?" Pomfrey asked in disbelief. "No I don't think that it's identical to the Wolfsbane potion, as the Wolfsbane is not a cure," she said, thoughtfully. "Could it be that the Founders had a cure for lycanthropy? Harry, please translate the recipe as soon as you feel well enough to do so. It would be amazing if you'd manage to cure the werewolves."
"I've already translated it," Harry informed the healer in a soft voice. "I'd like to show it to Brightbird."
"Show it to me first," Pomfrey suggested. "Then we'll see if you're well enough to apparate tomorrow."
HP
Before Harry could fetch the translated recipe from his desk, Iro dashed into the room.
"Harry, come quickly. They're in Amaterasu's chamber," she hissed, urgently.
"I need to go with her to Amaterasu's chamber. I'll tell you afterwards," Harry quickly informed the healer and, ignoring her glare, apparated straight to Amaterasu.
HP
Harry arrived right in front of where Amaterasu was facing a boy, who seemed to be just a little older than himself. However, Harry was sure that he had never seen him before. A red haired girl was lying on the floor, unmoving. Casting a wandless protection charm around himself and Amaterasu, he addressed the boy. "What are you doing here, and what do you want from Amaterasu?"
"I'm her legal owner," the boy sneered, "and I want her to go and kill the mudbloods."
'Harry, there'sss a black book on the floor. The boy came out of it. You need to dessstroy it,' Iro, who had just arrived next to him, informed him telepathically.
'How?' Harry wondered, before a thought crossed his mind.
"Amaterasu, can you destroy the black book there please?" he asked the basilisk, who immediately buried her fangs into the leather cover.
"I'll alwaysss lissten to you. You're as good as my Salazzzar wasss, and you're my rightful owner now," Amaterasu hissed back, before the boy let out a horrible cry and was sucked into the book.
"You better take that book to the headmasster or to Buckbean. It'ss not good," Iro advised him.
"I will," Harry promised. "Let me jussst check on the girl."
"Hello there," he addressed the girl, whom he recognised as the little sister of the Weasley twins, a Gryffindor first-year. "You're Ginny, aren't you?"
"Hello," the girl replied, seemingly shy. "And yes, I'm Ginny. Thank you for rescuing me."
"What happened?" Harry asked in concern, causing the first-year to explain how she had written into the book and a boy with the name of Tom had replied.
"He was very nice and knew a lot. I really liked communicating with him," she admitted. "But then he brought me here, three times already, and he spoke with the huge snake, but I couldn't understand what they said. I only know that the snake apparently refused to do what he wanted and he became very upset."
Noticing that her voice became smaller and tears welled in her eyes, Harry gently laid his arm around her back. "Come with me," he said gently. "I'm going to take you to Professor McGonagall."
"Thank you," Ginny replied and led the way through which Tom had brought her into the chamber.
'Just apparate to the professsor's office,' Iro instructed him, telepathically, and promised to close the door that the girl and the boy might have left open.
"Hold on tightly," Harry informed the girl and with the black book in his right hand, he apparated straight in front of McGonagall's office.
HP
To Harry's relief, they were called in quickly, and, since Ginny was crying too much to be able to explain, he told the professor what had happened in Salazar's chamber and showed her the black book.
McGonagall gave him a horrified look. "This must contain very black magic," she said, alert. "The Tom of the book must be Tom Riddle, and then it was him who opened the Chamber of Secrets." Seeing that Harry gave her a questioning look, she explained, "One girl died at that time, and Hagrid was thought to be the culprit."
"He wouldn't have been able to do anything," Harry informed the professor, "if he doesn't speak Parseltongue."
"So Hagrid is innocent," McGonagall said, sighing. "We'll have to speak about this again at another time." Looking at the black book on her desk, she said, "We should take it to the headmaster and get rid of it as soon as possible."
"Amaterasu already destroyed it, but yes, I was thinking of taking it to Buckbean," Harry replied, quirking an eyebrow in silent question.
The Gryffindor head leaned into the fireplace and called Flitwick. While Ginny still leaned into Harry's embrace, McGonagall informed the half goblin about the occurrences and asked him to take the book to the goblins and request for help in order to destroy the dark artefact.
"I'm sure the goblins will be able to help Minerva," Flitwick replied and stepped into the fireplace to travel straight to Gringotts.
HP
While McGonagall now turned to her first-year, who was clearly under shock, Harry swiftly returned to his own room, where he asked Helga to inform Madam Pomfrey that he was back. 'We were in the middle of our conversation concerning the wolvescure,' he remembered, inwardly groaning. 'Everything would be much easier if Snape wasn't as stubborn and mean as he is,' he thought, just when Pomfrey stepped into the room. He took a few steps towards his desk and handed the healer the parchment with his translation of the recipe.
Pomfrey engrossed herself in her reading, before she spoke up, thoughtfully. "It must be a cure. Here, it says, 'The wolvescure cures a werewolf from lycanthropy. The potion only has to be taken once, between three days and twenty-four hours before the full moon. It must be brewed freshly.' Congratulations Harry for finding such a recipe. I'm sure you're going to receive the Order of Merlin if you manage to cure the werewolves."
Harry gave the healer a sceptical look. "Do you believe it'll work Madam?"
Pomfrey smiled. "Salazar Slytherin is a well known Potions Master. He's said to be the best Potions Master of all times, and if he lists the recipe as one of his potions, it'll surely work," she replied, seemingly excited. "I'd really appreciate it if you could cure Remus Lupin. He was a student here and one of your birth parents' best friends."
HP
Knowing that the teachers had invited Remus Lupin to Hogwarts for Saturday afternoon, Harry apparated to Goblin Island right after his Potions tutoring with Neville in the morning of the same day. Without visiting his parents and siblings, whom he was going to meet on the following Sunday anyway, Harry made his way to the Potions classroom.
"Hello Harry, aren't you a day early?" Brightbird greeted him with a small smile playing on his lips that always appeared when the boy came to visit him.
"Yes, but I've some interesting news," Harry explained, returning the smile as he handed the teacher his parchment with the translation of the wolvescure.
"A cure for lycanthropy," Brightbird spoke up in disbelief. "Harry, this is the best thing that could have happened. You'll be able to cure all the werewolves. Plus, we might be able to develop a cure for the Blue Moon disease on the basis of this cure. Congratulations Harry."
Harry let out a sigh at the teacher's overexcitement. "I don't even know if it'll work and if I'll be able to brew it properly..."
"You will," Brightbird interrupted him right away. "You have two possibilities," he continued, eagerly. "You can either publish the recipe under Slytherin's name with your name as the translator, or you can brew the potion by yourself and sell the batches to the Ministry of Magic. Never mind which way you choose, I'm sure that you're going to receive the Order of Merlin first class."
"I don't want such a thing," Harry replied. "If so, I'd only want it together with you. If not for your tutoring, I wouldn't be able to brew any second-year potion by now."
"No Harry, that's your thing," Brightbird said in a firm voice.
"I'd rather brew the potion myself though instead of publishing the recipe," Harry mused aloud, before he explained to the teacher about Remus Lupin and that he had offered him to brew the Wolfsbane for him.
Brightbird smirked. "Well shock them all by telling them that you're simply going to cure him," he replied, grinning.
'Snape's not going to take that well,' Harry thought, just when Brightbird spoke up again. "In case they insist that a Potions Master must supervise you, you can either brew it in Snape's presence, or you can come here at any time. I'll always be here if you need help. You can also bring the teacher here, and I'll administer the potion if that's required."
Harry profusely thanked his mentor, before he apparated back right into his own room at Hogwarts, knowing that Remus Lupin was going to arrive at Hogwarts any minute now.