AN:

Before I start, I should just clear this up.

Harry is like two different people. One is the person that grew up with reg to be slightly emotionless and was brought up on tales of killing, murder and betrayal.

The other Harry is the one he portrays to the public. The good guy etc.

So the one who killed Tracey was the earlier one. The one who doesn't really care about who he kills as to him all relationships are temporary.

Sakura Lisel: The reason he let Dumbledore talk him into spending the time at the Weasley's was because it suited Harry's plans. More regarding this will be revealed when Harry actually visits the Weasleys but its along the lines of keeping your friends close and your enemies closer.

Eric: Regarding Snape's "Interrogation" I should have been clearer. I put up the tags 'warning interrogation' simply because it was a gruesome thing that some people don't like to read. I should have been clearer and described it more as a confession session than an interrogation as that's what it was. He just made sure that Snape admitted to his wrongdoings against Harry.

WARNING: I have put a lemon in this chapter. Just watch for the tags.. there is a lemon starts and a lemon ends tag for those who wish to skip it.

The mood in the hall was fairly tense during breakfast. While not many people had liked Snape, they were still fairly concerned that a professor, one who was known to be a fairly good duelist, was killed right under their very noses, in what is known as the safest place in Britain. The fact that they hadn't been given any more information since the interviews yesterday only added to the tension and all the students were waiting for the morning mail to arrive with the Daily Prophet. Almost everyone, even those who didn't normally subscribe to the Prophet had ordered one just for today to see what the development was.

Harry was sitting at the table eating breakfast with Hermione and Ron when the first owl swept in. What followed could only be described as a cloud of feathers. Hundreds of owls flooded the hall and for a full minute, all that could be heard was the flapping of wings and a cacophony of hoots as they jostled for position. Harry himself hadn't ordered a paper and he leaned over Hermione's shoulder to see what the article said.

PROFFESSOR AT HOGWARTS MURDERED UNDER CHIEF MUGWUMP'S NOSE

Yesterday morning, students from the Slytherin house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry woke up to the bisected corpse of their Head of House hanging from the ceiling. The professor mentioned is Professor Severus Tobias Snape, the youngest Potion Master in Britain and the potions teacher at Hogwarts.

Potion Master Snape had been bisected at the waist but what, perhaps, is more horrifying is that he had been brutally tortured before his death. We spoke with Head of DMLE, Madam Amelia Bones regarding the murder and she replied with the following:

"We have launched an investigation into the murder and have questioned everyone in Hogwarts with Veritaserum or Truth Compulsion. Be they student, house elf or ghost. What we have found is rather unfortunate as there are no witnesses to the crime. Nevertheless we are continuing the investigation by looking at his past contacts."

Not a very fruitful investigation it seems. We asked Headmaster Dumbledore some questions regarding how the culprit got past what has been widely acknowledged as the best wards in Britain but unfortunately he was not available for comment. It looks like the Hogwart's murderer is still at large and the authorities don't have any methods of stopping him or her any time soon.

If you have any information regarding the murder, please contact the DMLE as soon as possible.

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"They don't say much but at least we know it wasn't anyone in Hogwarts'" Harry murmured into Hermione's ear in a soft voice startling her.

"Wha-Yes. Of course." Stuttered out a flustered Hermione, "Uh, well at least we can all get back to proper studies now. It hasn't even been a week yet!"

"I know. Hopefully the rest of the year will be less … eventful," Harry agreed, "What do we have next anyway... ooh look, our first flying lesson!"

"Oh no! I absolutely hate flying! If wizards and witches were meant to fly we would have wings."

"Aw come on Mione. I'll help you with it." Grinned Harry, "Trust me, you'll enjoy it."

Hermione's reply was cut off as Dumbledore stood up and addressed the hall. "Students of Hogwarts. As you all know, our dear potions master, Professor Snape, was unfairly taken from use 2 days ago. As I said yesterday, we must stand united as a school if we are to overcome such a sad occurrence. For the rest of the week, the banners in the great hall will be black to mark the passing of one of our staff. I shall be taking up the position of Potions Professor till we find a suitable replacement. I would also like to leave you all with a warning, please remember that the murderer is still at large. If you come across ANY information at all, please inform me of it right away. That will be all for now, you may go to your classes."

Harry grins and pulls up Hermione, "Well, let us go Mione! The sky awaits!"

Rushing out the door, Hermione followed with a whimper. They reach the grounds and had their robes transfigured for outdoor use. They are soon joined by the rest of the students who had flying in this slot as well. Since flying was a subject that required more attention to be given to individuals, the classes were mixed for all the houses and much smaller than normal.

Relaxing with the rest of the house, Harry patiently waits for the instructor to arrive when he hear a familiar and irritating voice once again.

"Just watch me. My father says I'm a natural. I'll be sure to get a place on the house team."

"While I'm glad you are confident Mr Malfoy," The instructor's voice pierced through the babble of noise, "Go get your robes transfigured for flying use and stop wasting my time."

Blushing, Draco went to get his robes transfigured while the instructor turned to address the rest of the students. "Welcome to your introductory flying lesson. My name is Rolanda Hooch and I am your flying instructor. I am first going to test to see if you are able to fly proficiently or not. If you are good at flying, you may practice your flying as you like during my class and will be allowed to bring your own brooms. If however you are not able to complete my test satisfactorily then you will attend the lessons under me till you are proficient in the air with a broom."

Waving her wand she levitated hoops into the air at varying heights forming a sort of path in the air that had twists, dips and rises. "This is the test you will be going through, since Mr Malfoy is so confident in his 'natural flying abilities' perhaps you should go first hmm?"

Watching Malfoy sputter, Harry decided that he quite liked Madam Hooch's sharp tongue. Malfoy moved to one of the brooms and grabbed it off the ground. That one action alone was enough to let those who had flew know that Malfoy was once again full of hot air. Kicking off, he went through the loops and managed to get through a third of them before he went too wide and missed the next one which was at a higher elevation. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and ordered him back to the ground, which he did simply as he didn't want to lose any more face than he had.

Hooch grinned, "Well it seems that Mr Malfoy's bragging has gotten the best of him. Who would like to go next?"

Feeling like humiliating Malfoy a bit more, Harry raised his hand.

"Go ahead Mr Potter, give it your best shot."

Walking to the line of brooms, Harry showed his experience by simply calling the broom to his hand, like a faithful dog, with a simple mental command. He wished he had eyes at the back of his head to see Malfoy's reaction to his broom summoning.

Mounting it, Harry kicked off and went through the course. He had already calculated how quickly he should do this to be allowed to do his own flying yet not draw too much attention. Twisting and turning, Harry basked in the freedom that flight offered. Going through the last hoop, Harry poured on the speed and came to a sliding stop next to his clapping class, sputtering Malfoy and a pale Hermione, who had her eyes closed and was praying to Merlin.

"Very impressive show Mr Potter, I believe you are more than able to fly on your own." Turning to face the rest of the class, Madam Hooch addressed them all, "Now THAT'S what natural talent looks like. Well? Who's next?"

And so the class continued till it was the last person's turn, Neville Longbottom. He performed admirably, it must be said. However it wasn't enough as he was dismounted halfway through the course and evicted from his broom. Luckily he wasn't too far off the ground and ended up only breaking his wrist.

Madam Hooch rushed up to him and assessed the damage. "Nothing I can do about it right now. I am going to have to take you to the infirmary. None of you are to get off the grounds while I'm gone. Except you Mr Potter, you are allowed to." With that she levitated Neville and walked towards the castle.

Waiting for her to go out of sight, Draco picked up a small orb off the ground where Neville fell and held it aloft. "Look what the tub of lard dropped. A remembrall! Who the hell uses this bloody thing at this age!"

Dean stepped up towards Malfoy, "Give it back Malfoy, unless you want your face pounded in. Your gorillas aren't here to help you right now."

Realising the truth in Dean's statement, Draco just climbed aboard his broom and kicked off. Hovering around 30 feet in the air he yelled down, "If you want it so bad, why don't you come up here and get it?"

Quickly focusing magic into his left eye, Harry tried to catch Malfoy's eye. He knew that since he was the only one allowed in air at this point, someone was going to try to convince him that he should go up there. Luckily for him, Malfoy turned to Harry to mock him next. Immediately, Harry sent feelings of intense vertigo into Malfoy to avoid a direct confrontation.

"WH-What about you Potter? You did so well in the test. Maybe you should come up here huh?"

"I doubt I will need to Malfoy, you look like you're just about to fall off the broom right now."

Sneering, Malfoy tried to lower his broom but his senses were so out of order that instead of gently lowering himself, he sent his broom into a dive.

-THUD-

Hermione buried her face into Harry's chest at the sight in front of her. With a dull crash, Malfoy had found himself on the ground. The problem was that his broom had broken in half and his left leg had broken just above the knee. He stared dully at his leg before letting out an ear piercing shriek.

Cringing at the sound, Harry let off a stunner at him, shutting him up. When the class stared at him, Harry just shrugged and answered, "Less pain for him this way," before leading Hermione back towards the castle. The lesson was clearly over and the rest of the students soon followed him as soon as a furious Hooch arrived back.

Charms and Transfiguration were fairly non eventful though both the teachers were very sombre. Even the normally cheerful Filtwick had a depressed expression. They had been teaching with Snape for the last 10 years so it was understandable that they were sad even if they didn't like him too much. Soon it was lunch time and Harry knew what Ron was going to complain about before he even opened his mouth.

"Bloody hell! I would have paid to see his face when the ponce fell. I wish I was in your flying class." Whined Ron, "I haven't even been able to fly yet. Man, its so boring."

"How was your Muggle Studies class Ron?" Apparently Hermione was also bored with Ron's whinging and tried to change the course of the conversation. "It was your first class right?"

"Yea, was supposed to have one yesterday but Snape snuffed it so we had it today." Replied Ron 'tactfully', "It was alright aye. They don't have much, those muggles. We just learned about these things called muskets today. You would think that since they are always fighting they might be better at it but no, they use muskets which shoot one small metal ball before they have to reload it which takes like half a minute. I recon a crossbow could do more damage but I guess they like their small explosions, those muggles. Man. I'm glad I'm a wizard. I don't think I could live as a muggle."

"Typical wizard propaganda. Show none of the advancements the muggles have made to make sure that the wizards don't leave the magical world. I'll need to change this." Thought Harry as he contemplated what Ron said.

"Well, I'm glad you at least pay attention to what they are teaching you. I half expected you to fall asleep. Well, time for next class. I'll see you two in the common rooms after the class." Hermione said as she got up and walked away.

"Well, you heard her. See you later mate." Ron patted Harry on the back before walking off to his class.

"Your red headed friend needs to learn manners," A soft voice spoke up behind Harry, "His mannerism on the table is quite atrocious."

Turning around, Harry greeted the blonde teenager. "Hello Daphne, how are you? And where is Tracey? I didn't see her in my flying class today?"

"I'm very well thank you Harry. As for Tracey, she packed her bags and left in the middle of the night it seems. Headmaster Dumbledore came to our dorm at some ungodly hour and said that she had to go home due to some family emergency. At least he had the decency to knock before coming in, from what I've heard, Snape didn't share the same views."

"Dumbledore must have activated the presence wards around Hogwarts so he knows when a life sign disappears. He must be trying to cover up that there has been another death at Hogwarts. I wouldn't be surprised if the Davies family no longer exists or think they had sent their daughter to another school. Though I wonder why Snape didn't know that Tracey was his daughter." Mused Harry.

"Well come on the Mr Potter. Astronomy awaits us." With that she walked out of the hall. Quickly packing and hurrying up, Harry caught up to her and started to walk at a more sedate pace.

Daphne suddenly spoke up, "Su is sick today. That means it will just be the two of us on our bench you know."

Grinning, Harry replied, "Why Daphne my dear, I wonder what you mean by that. What could we possibly get up to in class?"

Daphne leaned in to Harry's ear and whispered, "Oh I'm sure that you will find something Mr Potter." Reaching out with her tongue she gave his ear a little lick causing him to shudder.

The faint sound of giggling reached his ear and he realised that he had been standing still at the bottom of the stairs, letting his imagination run wild. Blushing, he ran up the stairs catching up to Daphne who was trying her hardest not to laugh.

"Oh man Harry, if I knew it was that easy to get one over you I would have done it a long time ago." Giggled out Daphne.

"Just wait till class Daphne. Then we'll see who wins." Promised Harry.

"Oh Mr Potter, don't make a girl promises you can't keep." Grinned out Daphne, "Now come on, we don't want to be late."

Soon they found themselves seated in class and the professor started lecturing about the universe. Sneaking a glance at Daphne, Harry saw that she was just as bored as he was with the lecture as most of it was basic stuff. Reaching down, he rested his hand on her knee causing her to stiffen. She looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow, as if daring him to take it further.

"You don't have the balls Harry." She whispered.

Grinning, Harry let his hand creep up her thigh, touching her bare skin as her skirt went higher and higher with his fingers. Stopping midway up her thigh, Harry let his hand rest, massaging her thigh muscles with the palm of his hand. Throughout this, Daphne looked on ahead unperturbed but Harry's sharp eyes could see slight beads of sweat collecting on her temple.

Reaching back, he let his fingers trail the back of her knee as she bit her bottom lip to stop from showing any other emotions. Deciding to up the ante, Harry let his hand roam back up her thigh, crossing the mid thigh mark and resting his fingers along her inner thigh, just inches from her crotch.

Harry left his fingers there to see how far Daphne wanted to go. Her face didn't betray much emotion but he could definitely feel the quiver of her thigh muscles as she fought hard not to let her legs squirm around his hand. Sneaking in a quick glance at her crotch, Harry saw that her skirt had bunched up around her waist along the front and he caught a peek of her panties.

"It matches your eyes."

"Huh?" Daphne was a bit confused by his seemingly random whisper.

"Your panties, they match your eyes." He smiled back at her.

Flabbergasted at Harry's blatant statement, she didn't notice the Professor Sinistra had turned to look at her.

"Miss Greengrass, if you could remove your eyes from Mr Potter, perhaps you can explain to me how we know that the universe is expanding?" She asked, mush to the rest of the class's amusement.

"Uh, well. Its like this." Started Daphne.

Sensing that this would be the perfect opportunity to 'win' so to speak, Harry, quickly flicked his fingers back up and let them brush against her panty clad lips.

"-an- and because they are moving away from us at-"

Harry had to admire her, she had only let one slipup show in her speech. Her legs though were a different story and seemed to be working against her. She had given up the resistance of holding her legs open and had clasped her thighs around his hand and was rubbing her thighs together, trying to make his hand come in contact with her lower lips.

Deciding to have some fun, Harry pushed his hand further up and started stroking her under the table. He didn't go past her underwear but in his opinion, they just added to the friction. Rubbing her vaginal lips, Harry moved his fingers upwards till he found a little nub which he pinched lightly.

"-sooooh we know its expanding." Finished Daphne.

THAT certainly got a reaction from her. Of the slight moan that broke through her speech wasn't enough, the fact that her thighs had suddenly locked up and crushed his hand added credence.

Seeing that Daphne still wasn't stopping him, Harry waited till the attention was off them before continuing. Sending a bit of magic to his fingers, Harry started to vibrate them at high speeds. Pressing his fingers to her clit sent visible shocks through her and Harry was once again very glad they were sitting in the back. Deciding to go a bit further just for that final stretch, Harry allowed his vibrating fingers to penetrate her slightly through her panties.

This was enough as her thigh clenched painfully around his hands and she sent one hand to his thigh which she squeezed hard. Gritting her teeth, she only allowed a small whimper to escape her as she collapsed slightly on her desk, panting.

Harry allowed a smirk to grace his face as he brought up his slightly wet fingers to his lips, and under Daphne's stare, sucked on them slightly. Soon the bell rang and Harry got up from the desk. Giving Daphne, who was still slumped on her desk, a peck on the cheek, Harry walked off to his dorm with a smirk on his face. Oh yes, he had definitely won this encounter.

His smirk lasted all the way through dinner, much to the confusion of his friends. After dinner, Harry found himself walking down the path to Hagrid's hut with Hermione and Ron.

"Why are we here again mate?" Asked Ron.

"Honestly Ron, Harry has already explained it before. If you weren't so busy stuffing your face in then maybe you would know by now." Chastised Hermione.

Harry could see Ron's ears turning red and cut in before he managed to ruin Harry's good mood. "He has some stuff to give me. Apparently my parents entrusted him with some things that he could pass on to me when I came to school. We are just going to see him now. He's the guy who took us on the boats when we first came to Hogwarts."

"Blimey, that guy was huge! Do you reckon he has any giant in him?" Ron asked with a confused look on his face.

"Doesn't matter if he does Ron. You will NOT be asking him that. It's considered rude." Hermione scowled at him.

"Yea yea, I know. Bloody hell woman." Ron grumbled. Harry was saved from having to listen to any more of his whinging as they had reached the Gameskeeper's hut.

Knocking on the door, Harry waited for someone to answer. They didn't have to wait for long as a giant shape opened the door for them and beamed down with a large smile.

"Ah you must be Harry! Dumbledore old me you were coming. We met 'fore ya know. When I dropped you off at your aunts. You were like a year old that time. Who your friends Harry?" Hagrid spoke in a booming voice down at the three.

"Nice to meet you Hagrid. These are two of my friends who came with me. Not a good time to be walking alone at night these days."

"Ah ye. Too true. Horrible stuff that, Snape dying and all. Don't worry though. Dumbledore will find the murderer. Great man that, Dumbledore. Ah! Where are me manners. Come in, come in you three. Be getting colder these days. Come sit by the fire." Hagrid gestured the three to come in as he threw a few more logs into the fire, causing it to roar more brightly. "Yea, like I said. Dumbledore told me you were coming for the box. Pulled it out from storage ere. Weird box though, no lock on it but none of us can open it. Ere, yours anyway. You give it a go." He thrust a small box shaped like a treasure chest into Harry's arms.

It was about the size of a lunch box and was made of dark brown, almost black, wood. As Harry was looking over the box, Hermione decided to break the silence by pointing to a newspaper clipping on Hagrid's table that she had been reading.

"Wow! Look at this! Someone actually managed to break into Gringotts!" exclaimed Hermione in a disbelieving tone.

"Yuh, twas lucky that I managed to clear the vault before the break in. Reckon Dumbledore was happy too since he gave me the clipping to frame. Good bit a luck aye!" Grinned Hagrid.

"Mental, whoever it was. What was in that vault that was so valuable that they would risk breaking into Gringotts for it? Those goblins are downright scary." Grouched Ron, though he had a greedy look on his face when he thought of what could have been in the vault.

"That's a secret that is. Whatever it was, it's between Dumbledore n his friend Nicholas Flamel-"

"Nicholas Flamel? I know that name! Where did I read it.. Hmm" Mused Hermione.

"Never ya mind! I said too much already. What happened between the two doesn't matter. Now I gotta go clean the Hippogryffs, off with ya. Ya can come back at some other time for tea but forget what I said 'fore. Its important Hogwarts business it is." Hagrid got up, and showed the three the door. As he was following him, Harry decided that either Hagrid was the worst secret keeper alive or he was the best actor he had ever seen. Either way, it was obvious that this was the reason that Dumbledore wanted him to meet Hagrid, not the box or anything else. This. He had probably planned to make him curious about the stone, which a bit of research would show, was made by Dumbles and Flamel. Harry would wait and see where this led to, though he still planned to steal the stone during the Christmas holidays.

Walking back to the common rooms, Harry's mind went to the strange box that his parents had left him. First of all, why had they left it with Hagrid of all people? Next, why place so many protections on it? He had analysed the box when he was in Hagrid's hut and could see that it was covered in runes, most of them locked underneath a triangle scheme made by the first three runes. The first three runes on it were the shrinking rune, the blood rune and the freedom rune. From what he could see, this meant that he would need to willingly give his blood to unlock the shrinking rune. He would do it in private though, he had no idea how powerful the shrinking rune was and therefore didn't know how much the box would grow.

Soon he found himself walking back up to the astronomy tower at 11pm, though this time it was so he could observe the stars for his astronomy project.

He soon lost himself in the stars, which he was noting down and cataloguing as to which ones were useful to his project and which ones weren't. If this project worked, then he was sure that his fame would reach very very great heights, making it easier to control the masses. He was so occupied in his task that he didn't notice someone coming up the stairs till he felt arms wrapped around him and two soft mounds press against his back.

LEMON STARTS

"That was mean you know. Just leaving me like that." Daphne whispered to him as she moulded herself to his back.

"You asked for it my dear Daphne. You should know better than to challenge the great Harry Potter, defeater of Voldemort."

Daphne shuddered at his name, which of course felt amazing to Harry as she was currently pressed up against him. "You should know Mr Potter," her hand went south and pressed on his rapidly hardening crotch, "That I always get my revenge."

"I was hoping that was the case Miss Greengrass. I was looking forward to it in fact." Grinned Harry.

"Well in that case, let's stop wasting time Mr Potter. It's payback time." With that she turned him around and pressed her lips against his.

Flicking his tongue across her lips, asking for permission, the two were soon involved in a duel of a most pleasurable kind. Skimming his right hand down the back of her body, Harry traced the arch of her back and down to the majestic curve of her ass. Squeezing his hand on her rump, he felt her moan into his mouth. Bringing his other hand down he began to slowly massage her ass cheeks through her skirt and discovered, to his pleasure, that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

He must have given some sort of indication because Daphne unlocked her lips for a second and moaned out, "It would only get in the way," before lowering her head and nibbling at the junction of his neck and shoulders. Harry gasped in pleasure and ground his crotch into her core.

Harry's eyes widened as Daphne grabbed his hands away from her ass and pushed him against the wall. Grabbing her wand, she vanished his pants and underwear before murmuring a contraceptive charm over herself. Daphne began to forcefully kiss him as she raised her knee and rubbed it against his hardened tool making him moan. Feeling like the situation was getting out of hand, Harry hitched up Daphne's skirt and grabbed her bare ass. Pushing against her, Harry leaned her against the battlements that adorned the tower top.

Looking back, Daphne could see that she had a very long way down if she fell. For some reason, instead of scaring her, this just aroused her further. The danger of getting caught and the danger of falling were just getting her more excited.

"Fuck this kissing and grinding. Fuck me Potter. Here and now." She bit out as she spread her legs open and wrapped one leg around him.

Harry was slightly stunned at her change in tone but dismissed it to being due to lust. It didn't matter anyway. There were more important things in hand. Her ass cheeks to be precise. Deciding not to prolong it any longer, he slowly entered his length into Daphne's pussy making her emit a long drawn out moan as she felt his length inside her. Lifting her by the ass, he allowed Daphne to wrap her other leg around him. Daphne's lower back was now leaning against the top of the battlements while her legs were wrapped tightly around Harry's waist as she enjoyed the feel of his length inside her. She gave a prayer of thanks to whoever cast a cushioning charm on the battlements before she started thrusting against Harry.

Harry began matching her thrust for thrust before they started to pick up the speed. Soon Harry was thrusting into her so hard that if it weren't for the tight grip Daphne's legs had around his waist, she would have been thrown off the tower.

A teacher could have come up to them at this point and they wouldn't have cared. They were too busy fucking each other's brains out and paying no attention to anything else. Soon enough, with a grunt and a moan, they both came at the same time. Harry's knees collapsed beneath him and he ended up on the hard floor with Daphne still straddling him.

They were both basking in the afterglow and panting with exertion. Daphne seemed to collect herself and she leaned down to capture Harry in another steaming kiss.

"That was wonderful Mr Potter." She said as she rose off him, allowing his dick to pop out of her folds. "We should do this again sometime. For now though, goodnight."

LEMON ENDS

Nodding to her, Harry spent a few more minutes on the ground before he too rose. Conjuring a pair of pants, he put them on before walking down to the common room, whistling to himself. He could continue his search of Hogwarts tomorrow, right now he just felt like going to bed.

AN:

Well, that's my first lemon ever. Tell me what you think of it.

Also, check out my other story. Kill it with Fire! It's a one shot that you all might like.