Harry and Ron were hanging out in the Common room, playing wizard's chess. "Pawn to d6," Ron said, moving his pawn another space forward.
"Bishop to d6," Harry said, smirking as the bishop crushed the little pawn.
"Knight to f8," Ron said with his own little smirk, as his knight moved into a checkmate position.
Harry frowned. "Do you ever lose?"
"Not yet," Ron laughed. "Want another game?"
Harry was about to say yes when the clock on the wall chimed 6:00. "Love to, but I've got to go to Quirrell," he grabbed his wand and ran out of the common room into an alleyway, making a sling portal to a quit area near the DADA classroom.
He knocked on the door, which slowly creaked open. "Professor?" Harry called out. No response. "Professor? It's me, Harry," he walked into the office and sat on the chair in front of the desk, spinning his wand in his hand. Something creaked behind him, and he whipped around, searching the room. "Who's there?" he asked, balling his hands into fists. He cast a night-vision spell, and gasped. There, hiding behind a banner, was… something. He couldn't tell what it was, but he knew that it wasn't friendly. He crept around to get a beeline view of it. He locked eyes with it. It snarled and leapt at him, claws ready to dig into his chest. He made a shield between him and the… thing. It roared and slashed at the barrier, making scratches and even some cracks. Harry grunted and pushed the barrier into the creature, forcing it back into the corner. With his other hand he reached for Dragonfang, but grabbed air. "No, no, no!" he groaned, remembering that he'd left it on his bedside table. In this moment of distraction, Harry was smacked in the head by the creature's scaly tail. He tumbled to Quirrell's desk, groaning as he pulled himself up. The creature snarled and began making its way towards him. Harry managed to get a better look at it. It looked like it had a lion's head, a weird reptile tail, and some furry animal's body. 'Why was that familiar?' he thought. It roared again, and Harry snapped back to reality. 'Not the time to think about that,' it leapt at him, claws ready to rip his chest open. He slid under the monster's body, creating another wall, which he used to push the creature to the ceiling on the other side of the room. Grunting, he edged towards the door. The monster snarled and leapt over the barrier. Harry's eyes widened and tried to open the door. It was locked. The creature slashed, and made three long lines down Harry's back. He screamed in pain, then turned and formed a transparent spear, ramming it into the monster's face, then its side, then its chest. He used the spear to spike through the lock, and stumbled out of the classroom, making a sling portal to the Fat Lady. He went into the common room and lay on his bed, facedown, hoping the pain would subside by the following morning.
He woke up two hours later, his back stinging like all hell. He groaned and pulled himself out of bed, thinking back to his study sessions on healing. He got into a meditative position and closed his eyes, focusing on the three scratches. As much as he could, he dulled the pain and cleaned the wound. He'd still feel it, but it wouldn't hurt nearly as much.
The next morning, Harry woke up as normal, got dressed as normal, and went down to the great hall for breakfast, as normal. "Alright, Harry?" Ron said, fiddling with his cutlery.
"How was your study session with Professor Quirrell?" Hermione asked.
"Awful," Harry grunted, shifting slightly to ease a little pain.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, noticing his discomfort.
Harry was about to answer when Dumbledore tapped his goblet with a spoon, getting everyone's attention. "Very sorry to delay breakfast, but we have a small issue to bring up. Last night, Professor Quirrell came to me, telling me that his classroom had been wrecked, with tables and chairs flung across the room and his shelves toppled to the floor. There was also some droplets of blood found by the door. If anybody knows anything about this, please talk to a teacher by the end of the day. You may eat,"
Harry piled bacon, sausages and eggs onto his plate, and began eating rapidly, not looking up from his meal. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "That was you, wasn't it?"
"Hmm?" Harry said, swallowing his mouthful. "That? No, that was the monster Quirrell put in his classroom to try and kill me," he returned to his food.
"Pull the other one!" Ron exclaimed.
"Harry, that's ridiculous! Why would a professor want you dead?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"I don't know, but there was a monster in there and it tried to rip me apart!" Harry sighed. "You're not going to believe me without proof, are you?"
Hermione shook her head, and Ron shrugged. "Sorry mate," he said.
Harry rubbed his temples. "Fine, come to the common room after breakfast,"
"Bloody Hell!" Ron yelled.
"Oh my God!" Hermione yelled.
"Can we stop yelling?" Harry yelled. He'd taken off his shirt and was currently showing them his back scratches.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"I'm fine, Hermione. It doesn't hurt," he waved away her concerns.
"Still," Ron said. "Must've been some monster,"
"It was," Harry nodded. "It had a lion's head and some lizard's tail,"
"Wait," Hermione said. "Are you saying that it was a Chimera?"
Harry clicked his fingers. "Yes! It was a Chimera!" he stumbled slightly, and he felt his wounds weep a little.
Ron rushed to his side and steadied him. "Whoa, you need to see Madam Pomfrey," he started to walk Harry to the door, but Harry shrugged him off.
"Stop it, really, I'm absolutely fine," Harry smiled, then collapsed on the floor.
Harry forced his eyes open later that day, feeling himself on a soft bed with some kind of gel on his back. "Where am I?"
"In the hospital wing," someone said, with some level of annoyance. "And a new record, too. Three days and somebody's already in, and a Potter, no less. Why am I not surprised? I'm Madam Pomfrey, the matron," she waved her wand over him and inspected the tip. "You don't seem to have any form of concussion,"
"Concussion?" Harry asked.
"From your fall. Your friends brought you in and told me how you fell down the stairs and cut your back open like that,"
"Oh yeah, it all happened so quickly," Harry lied awkwardly.
"Yes…" Madam Pomfrey said, sounding sceptical.
"Am I alright to go now?" Harry asked, smiling innocently.
"Yes, but be very careful," Pomfrey lightly scolded him.
"Thank you!" Harry leapt out of bed and ran out of the infirmary.
Poppy sighed. "Déjà vu,"
Stephen took a sip of his tea as he was surrounded by three younger men. They conjured golden discs on their hands and jumped at him. He threw his teacup into the air and made lines of energy going between his hands. As one of the men threw one of their discs at him he whipped the lines at the disc and caught it, spinning it around to hit the second one, who tried to pull off a flying-side kick. He pulled on the wires and threw the disc back to its creator, hitting him square in the face. He caught his teacup, threw it up again and spin-kicked the third man. Strange's tea landed in his hand, and he took a sip, sighing. "Three of you against one of me, and not one of you could tag me?"
All three of them lined up and bowed. "Apologies, master," they said in unison.
Strange rubbed his eyes. A sling portal formed next to him, and he sat down. "You're dismissed. I'd recommend learning to make your movements more subtle,"
The three men left, and Stephen took another sip of his tea. "Hey, Harry,"
"Hi, Stephen," Harry sat down and sighed.
"Back so soon?"
Harry chuckled. "I don't really feel welcome," Strange raised an eyebrow. "I got attacked by a monster,"
"You what?!" Strange's eyes widened and he got up.
"I'm fine, really!" he assured. "It got me once, but I beat it,"
Strange breathed a sigh of relief. "How bad did it get you?" he asked.
Harry turned around and took his robes off, revealing his back. "They were a lot bigger before,"
Stephen looked the scratch up and down. "Must've been some monster,"
Harry nodded. "My friends think it was a Chimera,"
"You told your friends that you killed a Chimera?" Stephen face-palmed.
"No, no, I told them that I escaped," Harry rolled his eyes. "I do remember the whole 'don't tell anyone' thing, you know,"
Stephen nodded. "I know, I'm just worried," he ignored Harry's snicker. "So why are you back?"
"Just wanted you to get rid of the wounds. I don't need the hassle, and I could only stop the bleeding," Harry lay on the floor, facedown. "So, you were worried about me?"
"Shut up," Stephen grumbled, beginning the healing spell. "You know what I meant,"
"I know… Dad," Harry snickered.
"You know what, kid?"
"I wonder how Harry is," Hermione whispered to Ron during their Defence lesson. Quirrell was talking about the verdimillious charm, something she had already read about many times. Ron was just disinterested in general.
"He'll be fine, Madam Pomfrey's great, Fred and George said," Ron whispered back.
There was a knock on the door, and Harry walked in, smiling an obvious fake smile. "Sorry I'm late, Professor. I had to go to Madam Pomfrey,"
Quirrell looked up and gasped. "P-Potter! Goodness, I was b-beginning to think you wouldn't show up," he laughed meekly.
"I wouldn't miss your lesson if it killed me, Professor," Harry muttered, taking his seat.
"Where have you been, mate?" Ron whispered.
"In the Hospital wing," he replied, opening his book.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Madam Pomfrey said she let you out an hour ago,"
Harry's eyes widened by about half a centimetre. "Well, umm, I had to go to the toilet, can we talk about something else, please?" Harry pretended to blush and turned away.
"So, as I-I-I was saying, the Verdimillious charm c-can be used to r-reveal objects hidden by d-dark magic, but can also b-be used in a duel,"
The rest of the lesson was spent practising the charm, with Hermione obviously pulling it off first, but with Ron not too far behind. Harry, again, failed to make anything happen at all. The whole time, Harry felt Quirrell's gaze boring into him like… like a spear through a Chimera. Harry grinned as he thought of that analogy. The grin disappeared as he failed yet again to perform the charm. At the end of the lesson, Quirrell yet again extended an offer of help, but Harry shook his head. "Thanks, sir, but I think I'll get it myself with enough practice," he turned and walked away, catching up to Ron and Hermione.
That night, Albus Dumbledore was looking over a letter from Minister Fudge about the break in at Gringotts. He was wondering if Dumbledore knew anything about it. Well, he knew that nothing was taken, because there was nothing there to take. He'd made sure of that. That was when Madam Pomfrey strode in with a sheet of parchment. "Ahh, Poppy. Is all well?" he smiled genially.
"I'm fine, thank you, Albus," she placed the parchment on his desk. "I checked the blood you found on the floor outside Quirinus' classroom, and I've got a match.
Dumbledore frowned, "Surely, Poppy, the spell requires samples of two suspects?"
"I know, I was able to take a sample from a young man this morning,"
Dumbledore read the Parchment, his eye twinkling. "Ah, of course, what did I expect?" he chuckled as he read the page again.
"Mischief runs in their blood, doesn't it?" Poppy moaned. "I'd better not have a repeat of that lot again. I got through one Potter, I doubt I'll survive another,"
Thanks for reading! Let me explain the start of this. Harry is not a god. He is someone who is decent at defending Himself. He is not meant to be super overpowered. I know I'm not helping my case, since Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the book, says that only 1 wizard has ever killed a Chimera. It will be explained later how Harry won, just bear with. For now, just accept that Harry's monster score is 1 for 1.
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