Fiori: Yay I finally managed to finish the chapter. Sorry about the wait folks but I had multiple ideas bouncing around in my head, and that makes it really hard to focus on just one story. As always I don't own Harry Potter.
Rebirth
Chapter Eleven: The Classes.
Harry and his "flock's" first week back in Hogwarts were not as they expected. Before they had left the hostility towards Harry, while suffocating, was always suppressed and mostly revolved around rumors. Now however there was outright hostility from all the houses except for his own and the select few from the other house's that actually had a lick of sense. On his first day heading to class he was attacked in the halls with minor spells that he easily was able to dodge. But it was the hostility that confused him. He knew that everyone in the school saw him fight the cold-things. Knew that he could kill them. So why were they still dumb enough to openly attack him.
His answer came in the form of Hermione presenting him the morning paper.
Half-Breed Harry, by Rita Skeeter.
The long thought savior of the wizard world Harry Potter has finally shown his true colors. He is no human but in fact a dark creature with human blood in his veins. Speculations on how this is possible are numerous. But I have on good authority from an anonymous source that one Lilly Potter nee Evans was a Scarlet woman consorting with all manner of dark creature. (See PG 7 for more) One can only guess what dark beast she gave herself to too spawn that monster that possessed enough power to butcher one of the most powerful dark lords of the century while it was still an infant is baffling. All we can do is prey that we stay on it's good side, at least until we are able to be rid of the threat that it posses to us.
As Harry read the article the air around him heated until it eventually drew the attention of the Hogwarts staff.
"Mr. Potter is everything all right." The head of house asked in concern as she approached him.
"Professor could you please tell me were the daily prophet headquarter is?" He asked with a sickeningly dangerous smile. Many noticed that the paper he was holding had begun to smolder.
"Harry is this about the article that... woman wrote in the paper?"
"What makes you think that?" He asked with the same smile as the paper finally burst into flames.
"I'm afraid then that I cannot tell you and that you'll just have to ignore the paper and continue on with your life. Now you should get going class starts in fifteen minutes."
"Fine." Harry said before Sliding away leaving a very shocked group of students in his wake as he disappeared to find his first lesson in Foreign Magic.
Harry reappeared next to the crowed of students in the hall that lead to the class. Many of the students jumped and yelped at the sudden heat that appeared around them. But several others felt a soothing felling at the warmth that he produced. Most now stood openly gawking at him as he started walking down the hall.
"What?" He finally asked as he reached the door. There were many murmurs of nothing as several others smirked as the other student squirmed. That was until a voice called out his name in irritation.
"Harry Potter!" Called the annoyed voice of Hermione Granger. As she marched down the hall glaring at him, suddenly making him feel rather small.
H-Hermione, what's wrong?" He stuttered out with a sheepish look on his predatory face.
"You left without me. Plus you set fire to my paper, I hadn't even finished reading it." She scolded.
"S-sorry mione." He again said sheepishly while many in the hall started to smirk at his plight. He swore he even heard a few make whip noises.
How is it I can battle dark wizards and creatures with all the ferocity of my house yet I feel so very small when she starts to scold me?" He asked himself silently.
"Well if you're really sorry." She said as she placed her hands on her hips and turned away to start walking towards were there class was supposed to be. Harry was about to continue after her before turning about and glaring at his housemates that were attending the class with him.
"Don't say a word." He threatened menacingly before continuing after his bushy haired friend.
As he and the rest of his classmates neared the room they began to hear a bit of music (Song I don't own it but if you can guess it you can write an Omake for this chapter)
They fixed up the corner store like it was a nightclub
It's permanently disco
Everyone is dressed so oddly I can't recognize them
I can't tell the staff from the customers
Baby check this out, I've got something to say
Man, it's so loud in here
When they stop the drum machine and I can think again
I'll remember what it was
You have to carry all your things
You can't misplace them
There's nowhere to place anything
Baby check this out, I've got something to say
Man, it's so loud in here
When they stop the drum machine and I can think again
I'll remember what it was
They're all shouting something at us, waving and pointing
They revamped the airport completely now it looks just like a nightclub
Everyone's excited and confused
Baby check this out, I've got something to say
Man, it's so loud in here
When they start the love machine and I can love again
I'll remember what it was
Baby check this out, I've got something to say
Man, it's so loud in here
Man, it's so loud in here
Man, it's so loud in here
Man, it's so loud in here
They entered the room to see Professor Roads dressed as he was before sitting down with a stereo of all things on his desk listening to a strange song. His eyes were closed as if at sleep yet his head bobbed in time with the music. It was an odd song to Harry, catchy in tune yet the content of the song was slightly odd to think about.
"Um, professor?" Hermione eventually asked, and to the classes amusement he quickly flipped off of the chair and landed with a thud on the floor. Getting up in a hurry his mismatched eyes gazed at the small band of students that he would be teaching. Hermione was wondering what he had planned for a lesson and was utterly surprised when he questioned.
"You're here for class already, what the hell time is it?"
"Professor it's eight o'clock lessons typically begins now." Hermione stated.
"Damn, guess I got to get to work then." he stated bluntly much to Hermione's ire and the amusement of everyone else.
"Okay class Leave you shit at the door along with the bath robes, they'll only get in your way for when we start." he said as he began to turn off the stereo, which Hermione wondered how the hell it worked in the first place.
As he put the stereo away the various students had a chance to gaze about the room they would be spending the next two hours in. It had been magically enchanted to hold more space, being twice as long as the great hall and about one and a half times as wide. The floor was matted with some kind of padding that was firm yet cushiony. (Like you'd see in a dojo) there were racks by the desk of different types of cloths and all looked oriental in style.
"Well he's certainly different from any other professor we've ever had before." Harry said plainly as he left his bag and the outer robe by the door leaving him in only the school jumper and black slacks.
"Were did Dumbledore find him, I've never heard of any teacher acting like this." Hermione said anxiously as she watched the professor move all the desks to the side of the classroom.
"Well anything's better than Lockheart." Harry said as he walked after their eccentric professor.
"Okay class I've been ordered to tell you a bit about how the class is going to operate before I begin things. Personally I'd rather put your Asses to the burner directly, rather then wrap them in tin foil first but the old coot pay the bills so here goes." He started causing many eyes to widen in shock at his lack of tact and clear lack of respect for their headmaster. Harry however chuckled as he licked his lips getting a clear smell of his professor. He smelled of old battles and wind. Harry got the distinct impression that this was a veteran warrior that one should not mess with. Yet at the same time he felt that this was a man he could trust.
"First off this is not every student in third year I'll be teaching, so don't come running to me at odd hours of the day because I'll probably be training some other brats in something completely different. Second all of you are here to learn about one of the martial styles of the various oriental countries. These means you are all in for a load of hurt. We have to work on your physical fitness and your grace, as well as working your magic into martial arts, using it to increase strength, speed, stamina, reach, and all manner of other things. This'll be hell on most of you cause I notice a lot of Europe's mages are a bunch of lazy bums in need of a good workout. Third this is not a class for wand waving; there are three schools of magic in Asia, the warrior, which is all of you. The assassins, which are those that will use there magic to blend into the shadows and open more heavily enchanted doors, Finally there are the priests who use there magic similar to you Brits but even they wont be using wands. They'll have to learn about seals and other things. Now lets get started."
Hermione of course raised her hand before he could continue.
"Put you hand down and just ask the damn question." Roads grumbled while he palmed his face wondering why he had to be bothered with annoying questions.
"Well professor, I was just wondering how it was you planned to teach us?" she asked innocently.
"If you had waited I would have explained, you seriously need a little bit more patience, the answers don't just come to you in this art. Sometimes you have to struggle through seemingly inane activities to learn some of this stuff." He replied with a sigh, Hermione had the decency to blush in embarrassment.
"Now as I was going to say I'll be running you through your paces, a few laps around the room, followed by as many sit-ups, push-up, crunches, and other excursus you can do. This is meant to see what level your at fitness wise. That should take up about the first half of the class. When you're done I'll begin to teach you all the basic fighting techniques. Like how to properly through a punch and kick. Now hop to it." He ended his speech with a louder firm voice that spoke to Harry as one used to command others.
'There's more to this guy then he lets on.' Harry thought
The end of class had run them ragged, except for Harry and Hermione who had actually had some experience with physical work from Harry's summer exercise. The others however were not doing as well. For many of them that came from magical families that used their wands for every thing this was one of the first times that any of them had experienced exercise.
"Man I'm goanna have my work cut out for me with you brats, let alone other countries that use physical means with there magic. Now then for homework." Hermione perked up, as did many others. Homework meant paper and not having to use the aching muscles. For Hermione it meant something from a book, which was her strong suite.
"I need each of you to make a show of dedication to this class. I won't teach the half-assed. I need each of you to find cloths common to your country of choice and wear those cloths for the entire week, starting today. I have informed all the professors of this plan, so no point will be taken away from your houses. If you'll follow me I can help you all pick out your cloths. For those of you who are going to give up and not do this get the hell out' a here now."
There were many groans of discomfort as they marched towards the back of the class. Though Harry did notice that several students hung back to go collect there things. The majority of them were Ravenclaws. Harry paid it little mind though as he continued towards the rack of cloths he had seen earlier.
Harry began to rifle through the ones labeled China until finally he found the clothes he liked. The shirt was a silken button up black shirt with Crimson dragons woven into it on both the left and right sides of the buttons as well as the edges of the sleeves. along the hems of the sleeves and bottom of the shirt was a complex woven pattern. The pant were a simple green, yet also made of silk, they were similar to the slacks of the school yet lightly baggier, they had a black rope belt sown into it that he could use to tighten it around his waist, there were two similar ropes sown in around his ankles. In place of his old shoes he now wore cotton slip on shoes that were commonly worn by those who practiced kung fu.
After Harry had finished dressing he ventured out of the changing area and gazed at others who had finished dressing. He noticed a lot of them dressed similarly to him, or wore training Gi's. Some had even dressed as Samurai from Japan. That was when his gaze landed on Hermione. She had dressed a Miko of Japan, except her top was golden instead of the normal white. Harry could not help that his eyes lingered on her and admired her figure. She was growing up rather well if the bulge around her chest was any indication. Harry quickly stomped down on those thoughts. Reminding himself that this was Hermione he was looking at, one of his best mates.
"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked him as she saw him clamp his eyes shut and start shaking his head.
"Yeah Mione, I'm just fine." He answered back quickly.
"If you say so." She answered back with a smile as she started looking around for the time. Seeing the old clock in the corner she quickly swore. "Sorry Harry I just remembered something, see you in Transfiguration later." She called back as she hurried out of the class.
"Hermione!" Harry called back as he ran after. Though he stopped in surprise when he realized she was gone, all traces of her just stopped, he couldn't even smell her after a certain point.
Slightly confused he walked back into the classroom to gather up the rest of his things before heading to the next class. Only to find he was the last one there and the Professor Roads was waiting for him.
"So, I heard about that incident with the Dementors, quite a feat of power for one so young."
"I was only trying to protect my friends." Harry responded back.
"So you reverted to animal instinct, not a good way of protecting people. I've known a few people with animal sides, those who rely on their inner beasts eventually lose themselves to it." Roads explained.
"You think I like that power?" Harry said angrily shocking his teacher. "That power is wild and savage, What if I loose control and become the monster the prophet is accusing me of being. That's why I'm here, to learn how to protect myself without becoming an animal."
"Good answer kid." The professor said with a smile. "Now hurry to your next class, wouldn't want to get detention now would ya?" He asked with a smile before Harry Slid away.
Harry appeared in McGonagall's classroom in a flash of fire, much to the surprise of everyone. Many Slythirin's were sent scooting off from the sudden heat and flames. Ron even fell off of his seat. McGonagall however was slightly displeased with the way Harry was arriving, She was not pleased to learn that Harry could Slide while in the school grounds since she knew he had a way of winding up were he shouldn't be already this was just adding to the list. They couldn't block it since doing that would also block Fawks's Sliding and that was needed incase Dumbledore had get somewhere quickly. Worst still was there was no way to monitor it and learn when he used it. She quickly hid her worry with a mask of sternness.
"Mr. Potter so nice of you to join us. I was just about to send someone out to fetch seeing as the lesson starts in less than a minute."
"Sorry professor, prof. Roads kept me longer than I expected. He wished to discuss something."
"Very well Mr. Potter take your seat, and see what you can do about Mr. Weasley, he looks rather pale."
Harry smiled and took his seat on the right side of Ron, who in fact did look rather pale. Though that did not stop him and most of the others who did not attend The Foreign Magic's class from eying his new attire.
"Why are you wearing that Harry?" Ron asked finally.
Harry quickly explained quickly before McGonagall started to explain the lesson. Part way through however she stopped when she noticed the many sullen features that adorned most of the students who attended the Divination's class.
"Alright, who was it this time?" She asked. Many students looked at her in confusion. "Who was the one who got the death omen this time?"
"Ron did, but how did you know?" Lavender asked in curiosity.
"That woman has predicted the death of a student every year and it has never come to pass once. I expected the omen to be about either Mr. Potter or Mr. Longbottom, yet since they chose different classes I suppose Ron seamed the easiest target."
"So that woman is nothing but a fraud? I knew something was off about her." Hermione stated proudly. Harry noticed her at about this time and wondered how it was she had been able to attend that class since he knew for a fact that she had been with him in Foreign Magic's. He also noticed that she looked slightly worn, as if she had been awake for hours already, instead of the measly three she truly had been awake for, then the fact that her Hakama were slightly dusty. Experimentally he licked his lips to get a scent, noting with growing curiosity that her cloths had a scent of perfume permeating from them, it was so strong that it blocked her main scent.
"I would rather not speak of the matter, as for now it is time to start the lesson of transfiguring magical objects. The lesson is rather difficult so we shall start off with small things." She said as she pulled a box of rings out of her desk, this caused Harry to be distracted from his current train of thought. Hermione however was as always focused on the lesson and quickly raised her hand to ask a question.
"Professor how is changing Magical objects different than normal objects? The books only mentioned it briefly."
"Magical objects are slightly unstable as the change from one state to another. There is the chance that it will explode part way through the transition of one shape to the other. Today you all shall be turning these rings into wands, then attempting to cast a levitation charm with the new wand."
"But will the wands respond to us, after all the wand didn't choose us?" Asked surprisingly Neville of all people.
"An excellent question Longbottom, can any one answer that question?" to the surprise of everyone still it was not Hermione's hand that shot up first, but Malfoy's.
"It's because while it may look like a wand, it's still at its core a ring, and rings can be used by anyone. Much the reason we stopped using them on everyday basis." He explained.
"Very good Mr. Malfoy, five points to Slythirin."
McGonagall explained the spell that was needed to shift the rings form into another and the class began. At first the room was just full of wand waving and mumblings, but less than a minute in, the explosions started. Thankfully they were small explosions instead of the large ones that could have occurred if they had used anything of stronger magical property. The first person to get the ring to transform was not surprisingly Hermione. Yet try as she might she could not coax any magic from the transformed ring. The first to do that was Malfoy to many people's shock.
"How in the flying hell did you manage to do that?" Ron asked in shock.
"Because Weaslbee, My family still uses rings for magic, it gives us an edge in casting." He sneered happy to flaunt his power over others.
The class continued for another hour until 12:00 with every one managing to at least transfigure the rings, but only twelve of them had managed to coax magic out of them. Harry and his flock among them, Harry had discovered that unlike their wands, which they had to treat like a partner, the ring needed to be subjected by your power to work. It was a difficult concept at first but it became easier to understand as he worked at it. Also while the wand was a focuser, with a power source all of its own, and thus a bit of sentience to it. The rings worked in a different manner entirely. They seemed to draw magic into it to be released at a later date. Harry willingly shared the information with his flock and one by one they seemed to get it.
The next class of the day was the first day of any of the third years Care for Magical Creatures, Harry himself was highly looking forward to it for no other reason then Hagrid would be teaching it. He wasn't even perturbed by the biting book that had been sent to him over the summer, if anything it was deeply amusing to him, the thing had latched on to his hand for a good minute when he opened it. When Hermione had later asked him about it he simply claimed it had tickled.
Though there was a rather large sour part to the whole thing, it was yet again a double class up with the Slythrins, Harry saw many of them commenting on how the 'fat oaf teaching' or 'how could they let so many lesser into the school?' It was with great self-control that Harry resisted the urge to deck Malfoy, only for the fact that he'd be expelled if he killed the little prick.
As they approached the cabin Harry licked his lips to catch the scent of what ever they'd be learning about today. If he knew Hagrid like he thought he did, then they would be playing with something most would be scared of. He caught the oddest scent however; it was both a combination of horse and eagle, something very odd to find so highly entwined.
As Harry contemplated what it was Hagrid could have planned for them, the large man exited the hut with the greatest look of happiness and contentment on his face one could possibly imagine. It was further the shock of everyone when the great bear of a man picked Harry up in one of the biggest hugs they could imagine, had Harry been human Hermione was sure his spine would have snapped in two.
"Thank ye 'arry, thank ye, jus got tha letter, I can get me self another wand, all thanks ta ya. Tonks toll me tha you got tha minister to look into it yourself." Hagrids voice was filled with happiness that could be understood by anyone there, even the Slythrins. No one could guess what it'd be like to have magic and be told he couldn't use it for as long as he had.
"No big deal Hagrid, but could you put me down please, all of us kind of want to see what you have planned." Harry said with only a minor look of embarrassment instead of the pain the last person to receive a hug like this had, ironically that had been his father.
"Right, now if you'd pull out your books and open them up to-"
"Mind telling us how?" Came Malfoy's condescending voice, book in hand tied up with what looked like a belt. Before Hagrid could even get to tell him Harry had grabbed the book and undid the belt, as guessed the book tried to take a chunk out of the closest thing, Harry.
Before it could even latch on, Harry had clamped it shut and began to produce the same Aura that many had felt when he fought; the book immediately went stiff and docile.
"Just have to be scarier than it." Harry said as he tossed the book back. It was to the amusement of everyone, that after it had realized it was away from the immediate danger it latched onto Malfoy's nose. Harry just smiled and shrugged as he pulled out his own book which was the only one not bound with a belt or rope.
"Actual," Hagrids voice began, "While wha 'arry did does work, since a lot ah animals will cower be'for some'thin scarier than it, an 'ope tha it won be eaten. They respond much better ta kindness, juss stroke the spine a bit" Hagrid's voice spoke out gently.
Harry actually nodded as he did just that, the sense of fear that he got from the animated book slowly faded as its animation spell faltered.
"Makes more sense than trying to scare it all the time." Hermione said with a smile.
"Well My way still worked and you had to wrap your book in a belt." Harry shot back childishly as the group of students followed Hagrid towards a stable of sorts. Harry wasn't really paying much attention to what was happening until he heard people start to gasp. When he looked to see what it was that had caused the start of the other students, he couldn't help but be envious.
"These are hippogryphs," Hagird began to explain.
The six hippogryphs before him were lithe and fit, but what he truly envied were the wings. He wished that he had real wings instead of the immaterial wings he could conjure. Part of him wished to truly fly.
"Now then we need a vol'nteer ta show the rest ow it's done." Hagrid stated happily drawing Harry's attention. He seemed to have just finished some detailed safety explanation that Harry had completely ignored as he studied the animals. As one the rest of the class stepped back leaving him confused at the front of the class.
"Ah 'arry nice ah ya ta step forward." Hagrid smiled as he patted him on the back.
Harry however was completely unsure of what should be done as Hagrid steered him towards one of the fierce looking creatures that he kept calling Buckbeak. When he stood before it he contemplated simply trying what he had been doing with the book until he had been told otherwise. Though he quickly dismissed that thought after Buckbeak bowed to him.
"Well tha's never appened before." Hagrid said dumbly.
After that the class went smoothly. Harry got to fly on Buckbeak. Hermione got to pet one, and Harry saved Draco's life after he insulted Buckbeak. It was quite amusing that it happened right as Harry was reading how one should never insult one of the large predators. Though after the incident Draco seemed to hate harry even more for some reason.
The day's classes ended and Harry found himself wandering the halls looking for something to do. He had long ago left the dining hall were there was constant whispering about him. It seemed the new uniform that he was to wear drew yet more attention to him than ever. He wondered why people couldn't leave him alone, and why that it was safe to attack him. Hadn't they seen what had happened to the Cold-Things?
As he walked musing to himself the infuriating stupidity of many of the Hogwarts students, he failed to notice the suit of armor charging him until it swung at him. He caught the light reflected off of the glimmering blade, and that was what saved him from being decapitated. He turned and looked at the empty armor and saw yet more approaching. As he watched more approach Harry took into account that these were not the usual plain suits of Hogwarts armor. These ones had green trimming around their joint and helms. As he was dodging an axe swing from one of the recent approvals he finally noticed the snake crest over the armors heart.
Quickly he lashed out at the armor that had just swung at him, his fist connecting squarely with the armors chest. A large dent became apparent as the armor was sent flying upwards into the ceiling. The armor hit the ceiling before shattering into many pieces.
"Okay I know you're out there so you might as well come out." Harry said with calmly as his body began to produce the heat that he had come to associate with a fight.
"How did you know?" the condescending voice of Clarissa Valentine asked as she walked into view behind the suits of armor several other Slythrin's in tow, her long brown curls done up in a braid, her grey eyes burned with hatred as she looked at him. He quickly noted that her wand wasn't out, meaning she had confidence in the enchanted armor finishing him.
"Didn't know it'd be you exactly, however branding the suits with house crests kind of gives away who your attackers are. Plus if you're anything like Malfoy you'd want to gloat over me as I'm ripped to pieces." Harry replied as he danced around the slashing pieces of armor, all the while a small little voice in his head that sounded oddly like Hermione was telling him to just Slide out of there and let the professors handle it. Though it was usually drowned out by an instinct to stay put and battle it out.
"So the lesser has some semblance of intelligence." Sneered one of the Slythrin's behind her, this one however had his wand out and his eyes lacked the quality that Clarissa's had, he had fear in his eyes.
Harry quickly dodged past another swing and struck the armor at the shoulder with a down ward chop, causing the arm to just fall to the ground, before quickly spinning into a kick sending the armor back into another. But just as the two suits were felled another took a swing at Harry. He quickly dodged the downward axe stroke and turned to face the new suit of armor. Harry noted the already in the armors chest plate and realized that it was the first suit of armor he had felled. Glancing over at the last two he had destroyed, as he dodged another axe stroke, Harry saw the armor start to reassemble, though the dents were still there.
Harry quickly reviewed what he knew of Clarissa. She was a Slythrin in the same year as the twins, and according to the twins and many others she had a nice rack for a psycho bitch, she hated him, had sworn to kill him, oh and she was a prefect. But he knew that there was something more, something he had heard in passing a while ago when her name had come up in passing by some Raven's.
He dodged yet another swing from the clumsy armor before kicking it squarely in the chest. This time however the already damaged armor was ripped in half at the dent. As the pieces flew apart Harry saw the many markings that adorned the inside of the armor, and that was when it came back to him. Clarissa was a prodigy when it came to runes; even the numerous Ravens' were no match for her in that field, probably why they were talking about her.
This new information however did very little for Harry's continued existence. He still had no clear way of destroying the armor and keeping them down, even the one that was ripped in half, was slowly crawling together again. The only bonus was that it wasn't welding its self together, so it was still easily destroyed. Harry dodged and weaved through out the suits of armor lashing out were he could. Yet still he was being backed into a corner.
As he was weaving and dodging blows he again considered Sliding out of there to find someplace safer, and his instincts were starting to agree that flight might be a better option than fight. However something of his face must have given him away because the clear condescending voice of Valentine,
"Thinking of Sliding away are you, well let me divulge something to sway you away from that. These golems have clear orders to seek you out and destroy you, if you run, they will follow your magical signature, and they don't care how they hurt on there way to find you."
'Damn it, what to do, what to do, I really don't want to hurt her to get this to stop. But she isn't leaving me much choice.' Harry thought desperately. Harry Slid out of the corner he was being herded towards and appeared right in the middle of the five Slythrins that had ambushed him, he lashed out with a punch to ones gut and sharp kick to another's head before he had to dodge around the spells. As he was reaching for his wand to return fire with more spells he heard a clear voice filled with rage and malice,
"Expeliarmus!" Shouted Clarissa. It bolts of energy hit Harry dead on, given speed and power by her rage. Harry could only gape helplessly as the wand flew towards the elder student, he could only guess that she would snap it once she had her hands on it. As the suits of armor began to close in on Harry again and spells began to fly toward him Harry dashed toward Clarissa tackling a suit into a wall as he went.
Yet it was to the surprise of everyone when a blast of energy hit Clarissa with just enough force to send her flying back, leaving Harry's wand to clatter to the ground unharmed. Heads turned in shock towards the arrival of Harry's saviors.
"Well brother mine, what do you think we've wandered into this time."
"I'm not sure my twin but it seems that we're just in time to give a prefect a hard time."
"Always fun that, but is this truly a laughing matter?"
"No, guess you're right. We'll be luck if points are all that gets taken for this."
Fred and George Weasley stood at the end of the hall; uncharacteristic scowls marred their usually smiling features. On each of their hands were armored gauntlets that fit their hands very well.
"You two! What the sodding hell are you doing here? This doesn't concern you, just turn and walk away." Clarissa hissed, rage finally taking aspect in more than just her eyes.
"Sorry, we can't just leave Harry."
"See our family owes him a lot."
"And it's time."
"To repay our debt."
Fred and George charged into the mass of armor, their gauntlets sending waves of magic through the armor, causing both the armors destruction, as well as that of the runes powering them. As they charged forward into the mass of armor, Harry couldn't help but admire their skill and teamwork. He knew they worked well together at pranks and other things, but to see the near perfect teamwork as they battled their way through a small army was awe-inspiring. One or the other would attack while the other covered, if the other had an opening that the enemy tried to exploit, the other would hit them hard and fast before they could wound the other.
As Harry watched he felt a smile creep upon his face. As he retrieved his wand and reentered the fray, only one thought was on his mind. No way was he letting them have all the fun.
The fight had ended quickly after the twin's entrance, apparently what ever they were doing to the runes caused the armor to collapse uselessly to the floor. The Slythrin's, seeing the tide turned quickly ran before the trio's attention could be focused on them. As their foes retreated, they them selves found the need to retreat, as the noise from the battlefield seemed to finally attract the attention of Filch, and all three knew that there was absolutely nothing they could say to convince him that they were innocent. All he would see was them and destroyed school property, instant detention.
Harry grabbed both twins by the shoulders and quickly Slid to a less incriminating spot, however he was not used to Sliding with two people as opposed to just one, as a result they wound up slightly higher up than meant to be. They crashed to the floor of the common room in a slight heap, drawing the attention of everyone present.
"Harry, Fred, George? What the hell was that?" Ron asked.
"Nothing, they just wanted to know if I could Slide them places, you know to see if I could help with prank set up." Harry lied effortlessly, while he didn't like lying to his friends he still didn't want them involved in every petty conflict he wound up in, involving them usually led to problems.
"Harry, tell the truth." A stern voice said from behind him, causing him to tense up almost instantly.
"Her-Hermione, what makes you th-think I'm lying?" He asked as he started to sweat in discomfort.
"One you three look as if you've been through the wringer, two your side." She said as she pointed to the left side of Harry's stomach, there was a slash in his shirt and a small cut underneath that revealed his next layer of scales. "Three the stutter just confirmed everything, now what the happened."
"Well…"
Harry went into the details explaining the most recent attempt on his life by a small army of runic golems, the entire house listening in. As expected they took it rather well.
"That slimy bitch!" Hermione screamed, startling everyone. "What the hell makes her think she can try and kill you in the middle of school? Not to mention the notion of success."
"Hermione calm down." Neville said nervously.
"You expect her to be calm, Slythrin just declared war with this." Wood said in anger.
"Were does a Prefect get off thinking they can flout the rules like that?" Asked Percy in equal rage.
"Guy's stay out of this, it's my problem." Harry said aloud trying to get the others to calm, if what he was seeing was any indication, they were ready to march down to the dungeon and blast open the Slythrin dorm to get even.
'The hell it's your problem!" Ron shouted, "Don't you remember, we're family."
"Yeah and I don't want you guys getting involved in this! She has all the reason in the world to hate me and it's absolutely justified." Harry retorted
"I don't care." Was all Ron said in response.
"Guy's calm down." Neville tried again at being peacekeeper.
"Ron's right Harry you don't have to take the weight of the world on your shoulders, you have al of us here to help." Hermione interjected.
"You don't understand, this is-"
"No more dangerous then what we dealt with in the past two years, or over the summer." Hermione interrupted. Harry fell silent after that and could come up with no response.
"Fine, sorry for trying to keep you out of it." Harry sighed.
"Well now that that lover spat is over." Fred began,
"We have more pressing matters to attend to."
"Mainly, what to do to get even with them for this.'
"Time for the greatest prank war this school has ever know!" George ended.
"Oh dear." Was all one of the new first years managed.
Fiori: Done! Sorry again about the wait. but on to more important matters. I currently have two Ideas for yet more fan-fictions of Harry Potter. I know i should probably focus on this or one of my preexisting stories, but the just won't go away.
So I leave it to all of you. Do you want me to write
A)Drakken: A Harry runs away and disappears and can't be found till he's fourteen with my own personal twists. Would be a Harry/Tonks with massive crossovers with Neil Gaiman (Not just one of his stories, as many as I can find and fit into it) as well as a bit of labyrinth.
B)I'm Back: Not a time travel fic, Harry gets blasted out of our dimension fourth year and finally reappears after five years. he returns to a world about to be consumed by the darkness. Harry/Daphne Greengrass.
C) Not to write and just focus on what I've got, write those stories later.
So folks until next time review or face the wrath of rabid Hippogryph who think your made of ferret.