'Potter has been made the representative,' Severus said with a sigh and massaged his temples as if it would soothe the headache that was wrecking havoc on his mind.

'Has he?' Albus entwined his fingers on top of his desk, his face oddly serious. 'Tom was also his years representative.' Sighing Albus picked up a lemon drop/ 'I am questioning Harry's role in the prophecy.' Severus narrowed his eyes, finally sitting down in the seat across from Albus' desk.

'You think he is not the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord?'

'I am unsure.' Albus sucked on the lemon drop mutely, considering what he had learned about Harry in the month he had been in school. 'We had wondered if it was him or Neville that was the one in the prophecy. Truly there was no time frame given, Neville may yet be marked his equal.'

'You don't think the Potter boys scar counts as the mark?' Severus frowned, a dark glint making his eyes warp and twist as if shadows were dancing inside.

'Prophecies are never as clear as one first imagines.' Albus stuck his finger in the air as Fawkes trilled, as if agreeing with the aging headmaster. 'I worry that Harry may follow in Tom's footsteps.'

'Because he's a Slytherin.' Severus frowned, well aware of the headmasters expectation that he would be in the Gryffindor house, much like Neville was. If Severus were to be honest with himself, he would admit that the boy had a dark quality, not one of evil, but one of knowledge. He felt as if the boy knew some secret, one that must be controlled, lest it destroy all that is known.

'No, no, my dear boy, not at all,' Albus said as he shook his head dismissively. 'It is rather his actions that worry me. Harry entered the school entertaining relationships with most people he came in contact with.' Severus refused the biting urge to comment that such actions were common among juvenile students in a new year of school. Not that he was defending the Potter spawn. 'He has now gained the leadership role over all of the Slytherin first years, and he has showed disregard for teachers. I fear one day we shall find him sneaking into the restricted section to look at books on the dark arts.'

'A good Slytherin would not sneak, he would be cunning enough to gain permissible entrance,' Severus drawled, smirking faintly at the deadpan look Albus sent him.

'The point, Severus, remains the same. Harry may get into things that are dangerous for a young and developing mind like his. I don't understand why he keeps denying the young Ron's advances for friendship, the Weasley's are such a nice family. They would be good for him.'

'I have no doubts that the cosy characteristics of the family are appealing for you but I don't fault the boy for resisting all signs of acquaintance. Every moment I have seen the two communicate, the young Weasley has insulted him in some form.'

'I see.' Albus spoke slowly, making it clear that he did in fact hear Severus, but that he could really not care less about what he was saying. After all, Albus had a pre-established view of what must happen, and his only concern was making it happen. 'Have you any news on Quirrell?'

'No, he has made no signs of going towards the third floor corridor. If he is going to, it won't be any time soon.'

'Keep an eye on him Severus, it's important that he doesn't get his hand on the stone.' Severus nodded before dismissing himself from the headmaster's presence, he could tell the meeting was over.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' Neville frowned and scratched the back of his head looking distinctly uncomfortable.

'Of course,' Blaise said as he nodded, easily taking the lead. 'If the headmaster does have a dangerous creature in the school, such as a three headed dog, then appropriate measures must be taken.'

'Like?' Hermione questioned, still looking uncertain. She wasn't about to believe the dangers the teachers were enforcing upon them until she saw proof, until then she was going to go along with them just enough that she could keep them out of trouble.

'We would have to tell the authorities,' Harry spoke firmly leaving no room for any other thoughts. 'Much like it is a King's duty to ensure his people are safe, no matter the costs, it is also the headmaster's duty to ensure his students are safe, no matter the cost. If he has brought a dangerous creature into the school then something must be done.'

'My mother is on the school board,' Blaise spoke up, unlike when Draco spoke his words seem to be just a statement of fact rather than bragging. 'If we got sizable evidence of what the headmaster is doing then we could get the whole matter under control.'

'But we can't risk Dumbledore being kicked out, better the evil we know than the evil we don't.'

'You're talking about getting the headmaster sacked! If he were truly a king that would be treason,' Hermione hissed, looking appalled with the way things were going.

'Look at it this way, if the headmaster is willing to bring in an object dangerous enough that it must be guarded by a three headed dog, then what else is he willing to do?' Harry watched as Hermione's lips twitched, showing signs of her internal rationalisation.

'But it's Dumbledore,' Neville added in, 'he's the leader of the light! Why would he willingly put the students in harm?'

'You can't be thinking that he doesn't know,' Blaise argued back, 'he was the one to tell us to stay away from that floor. Clearly he not only knows but authorised it.'

'This is the danger with even numbers,' Harry mumbled to himself, when the odds were so even, no decisions could ever be made. Hermione, hearing what he had to say, smiled at him looking amused with his point. Well, as amused as she could be when they were breaking the rules. He suspected the only reason she had gone this far was because she wanted to support Neville.

'Look, we aren't going to come to an agreement anytime soon, let's find a way to get some proof, and deal with the rest later,' Hermione said, laying down her thoughts and went red as the three boys stared at her intently, 'what?'

'Brilliant,' Blaise beamed at her before pulling a camera and scissors out of his bag. 'I already got a means of proof.'

'Scissors?' Neville paled as he stared at them.

'Well, how else are we to prove we took the picture?'

'B-but, that means one of us has to get close enough to cut off some hair!'

'I know!' Blaise nodded, not really seeing anything wrong with his plan. 'Since you're the Gryffindor.'

'No, no way,' Neville shook his head and waved his hands in front of him vigorously. 'Not happening.'

'I'm sure there is a simple spell that will do something along the same lines.' Hermione rolled her eyes looking exasperated. 'Honestly, boys.'

'It was a joke,' Blaise looked unperturbed by her cold demeanor, instead all of his thoughts were focused on remembering a spell that would work. 'We could just use calvario and accio. Calvario removes the subjects hair, and we could accio some of the hair. It's in Curses and Counter-Curses.' He said before Hermione could question his knowledge.

'So, lets head out before we lose our confidence.' Harry ran his hand through his hair, trying to hide his nervousness.

'Now?' Neville squeaked out.

'Of course, the longer we have to think things through, the more time we'll have to doubt our choices.' Hermione stated, looking quite unsure herself.

'It's all for the betterment of the school,' Blaise muttered to himself reassuringly. The Quartet moved out of the library trying to be as inconspicuous as they could. They likewise sneaked up the two sets of stairs before silently making their way to the door.

'This seems to easy,' Harry whispered as they came upon the door. As the more paranoid of the bunch it gave him a bad feeling, shouldn't an adult of some kind be watching the floor?

'No time for second thoughts,' Hermione whispered back before hissing alohomora. 'Blaise, on the ready, 3, 2, 1.' The instant she opened the door Blaise pointed his wand at the beast.

'Calvario!' Blaise exclaimed the correct spell, resulting in the dog losing it's hair. Of course, by the time that had happened the beast had seen them and each head was snarling and drooling. There was series of clicks as Harry manned the camera and Blaise was left stuttering instead of summoning some hair.

'Accio hair!' Neville tried his hand at the spell and failed. Apparently Blaise had forgotten to mention it was a fourth year spell, and neglected to show him the proper hand movements. Grimacing Harry made up his mind, well aware that his mother would ground him if she knew what he was about to do- and ran into the room and grabbed some of the hair, running out before the dog managed to bit him.

'Door! Door!' He exclaimed as he stuffed the hair into his pocket and started charging down the hall. Hermione barely managed to shut the door before she went running after him, quickly followed by Blaise.

'Colloportus,' Neville wisely locked the door with a simple spell before running right after the other three. All in all, mission accomplished.

'That was stupid,' Harry muttered, admonishing himself as he tied the mounds of dog hair he had retrieved into four separate small bundles, none thicker than a marker.

'Agreed,' Blaise nodded in agreement as he looked at the sets of photo's Harry had gotten. He set them in four separate envelope's and put each of the bundle's into each envelope before sealing them. He handed one to Neville, one to Harry, and kept the other two for himself. 'Remember to keep them safe, don't let anyone find them. If all of us have one then even if one gets confiscated by the headmaster, we can still get everything out.'

'What about Hermione's?' Neville pointed to hers with a frown.

'I haven't seen her all day,' Harry shrugged and Blaise nodded.

'I was going to give it to her at the feast tonight.' Blaise said.

'Maybe you should put it in your room for now,' Neville disagreed, 'she wouldn't want it with her at the feast.'

'He's got a point there,' Harry nodded, a grimace flashing across his face as he imagined having a packet of thick beast hair in his pocket while he's eating delectables.

'Alright, we'll give it to her at herbology then.' Blaise shrugged not bothered by it in the least. 'We'll go put these in our common room and see you in the main hall?' Blaise stood up, looking at Neville inquiringly.

'Of course.' With a firm nod Neville stood up as well. 'I'll try and figure out where Hermione is on the way, I'm bound to run into some Ravenclaws.'

'Great,' Harry grinned, genuinely pleased that they might find Hermione. 'Lus know if you find anything.' Blaise and Harry walked down to their common room, both deep in thought.

'You know, the last I saw our favourite mudblood she was running away from Ron.' Harry frowned at Blaise's words, both because of what he called her, and from Ron's possible bullying. He never understood why the Italian used such derogatory terms for his friends. He supposed he would never know.

'You think she's okay?'

'I'm sure she's fine, girls need to be left alone when they're upset. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?'

'Good point.' Harry grinned before saying their password, basilisk, and heading to his room to hide his letter in his chest.

'You're just putting it in there?' Blaise looked at the chest suspiciously then incredulously at Harry.

'Yeah, mum put an anti-thieving charm on it.' Harry shrugged, not completely sure of what she did to it. All he knew was that she assured him nobody would get in, and she had her familiar conniving glint in her eyes so he trusted her.

'I suppose,' Blaise shrugged before putting on a new set of robes.

'How many times must you change your robes.' Harry adjusted his robes, that he had on the whole day, and followed Blaise out of their dorm room.

'It's a celebratory feast, Harry, you're supposed to be clean and put together.'

'I am.' the two continued debating about inconsequential things as they walked to the main hall.

'Nothing.' Neville said.

'What?' Harry and Blaise both exchanged confused looks at Neville's blunt words. To be honest, neither of them even noticed Neville till he had spoken up.

'I've heard absolutely nothing about where Hermione is.' Neville chewed on his lip anxiously, worried about their only female friend.

'I'm sure she'll turn up.' Blaise frowned and stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking confused. 'A prefect is probably going to find her and bring her here, they'll notice she's missing.' Smiling reassuringly at Neville, Blaise started walking off to the Slytherin table, looking completely unenthused with the floating pumpkins and other Halloween decorations.

'I suppose he's right,' Neville sighed before looking at down at Harry, who was just that little bit shorter. 'If we don't see her midway through supper we should look for her.'

Harry nodded sharply, his green eyes scanning the students around them as if trying to solve a murder mystery. 'We'll try and figure out more. Enjoy your supper.' Smiling weakly he went to turn to his table, but Neville cleared his throat, going red.

'L-look, I know your parents died tonight. A-and I just wanted to say that I'll remember them and what they did for you, and us. Because if they didn't then, you wouldn't be here.' Before Harry could say anything Neville had ducked away to the Gryffindor table, reluctantly taking a seat beside one of the infamous Weasley twins.

Smiling to himself, Harry walked to the Slytherin table, taking the first seat on the left side that was right where the second years started. The highest ranking female and male always sat on the border between their year and the higher one, and Harry was still shocked to see that it was him and Pansy sitting across from the each other with her, of course, sitting on the right side of the table. 'Pansy,' he greeted with a nod of his head.

'Harry.' She inclined her head as well, looking upset that Daphne had the spot claimed beside her.

'Now Pansy, is that any way to greet your superior?' Daphne smiled wolfishly, being sure to point out that Pansy hadn't become the representative for their year, as she had been doing for the whole month.

'Oh, of course,' Pansy said in a drone, 'my apologies.'

'No need.' Harry smirked feeling amused, as always, by their harmless conflict. 'Say, do you guys know what happened to Granger part way through the day?'

'What? That mudblood?' Theodore questioned, his mouth scrunching up with distaste. 'No, and good riddance.'

'I know what happened.' Tracey leaned forwards so she could see Harry, she was right beside Blaise who as always claimed his left side.

'What?' Blaise came to attention, focusing on the girl who steadily went pink from his attention. Harry felt his eyes narrow, so the girl who hated him for no reason had a crush on Blaise? Maybe that was where the strange helpfulness was coming from.

'As you know the DADA room and transfiguration are quite close, well when she was leaving she overheard that Weasley kid calling her a stuck up know it all, he made a point of saying that you two only hung out with her for her smarts. Said she had no friends and her only point in life was doing other people's homework.'

'Well, that's unoriginal.' Blaise rolled his eyes looking like he didn't care, yet Harry and him both shared concerned glances. Hermione had always been sensitive about such things, she really wanted friends but her own personality got in the way. It really was a low blow.

'When I was coming to the feast I stopped by the washroom on the first floor and I heard her crying.' Pansy stage whispered, quickly catching on that Blaise and Harry were interested in the subject. 'But with the way she sounded, she could have been Moaning Myrtle.' Pansy laughed in her usual chittering way, oblivious to the angry look that grew in Harry's eyes, making them shine much like the infamous Avada spell. He looked at the Gryffindor table, clenching his jaw when he caught view of Ron. He hissed words under his breath for a spell he had read in his mother's book of the Old Religion. He had no idea what it did, but he figured that it would be worth it, Ronald must be punished and he would rather doing it himself. After all, the Old Religion was all about balance, what better balance for bullying than a well placed curse?

Harry and Blaise both stayed at the table, eating what little they could manage, before standing up to leave. They didn't want to make it obvious that they were seeking out Hermione, it wasn't that they were ashamed of their friendship, the whole castle knew about it. However, it was important that they didn't emphasize how much she meant to them, lest someone take advantage of it. As the two boys made their way to the doors Neville joined them, as well as a frantic Quirrell.

'Troll! Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought to know.' The teacher fainted right in the middle of the boys, and they quickly parted causing the teacher to hit the floor.

'Hermione's in the first floor bathroom.' Harry hissed before looking at Neville and Blaise.

'We have to go get her!' Neville exclaimed, his face paling at the extremity of the situation. A three headed dog was bad enough, but a troll too?

'Wait,' Harry raised his hand and shook his head. 'Hermione will last, we need to stop our house and Hufflepuff's from leaving, both dormitories are in the dungeons.' Blaise went to Snape and spoke to him as Neville ran to the Hufflepuff head of house, leaving Harry by the doorway waiting for them. They sneaked out of the hall as Dumbledore, wisely, announced for those two houses to stay put.

'I can't believe the teachers didn't realise that themselves,' Neville muttered, quite upset, as they made their way to the washroom Hermione was supposedly in.

'I can't believe that Weasel bullied her,' Harry said, joining into Neville's negativity as Blaise nodded, agreeing with everything being said. 'How are we supposed to deal with a troll?'

'Took you long enough.' Blaise rolled his eyes. 'I told our head of house that Hermione was in the bathroom, as well as the Ravenclaw head of house. They should be heading here too.'

'Then why are we going?' Harry frowned, it wasn't that he didn't want to help his friend, he just didn't see the point of risking his life if he knew she was going to be safe. His words were quickly cut off by a piercing feminine scream.

'I guess t-thats why,' Neville smirked looking at Harry as if he were amused by the timing of it all before they ran to the girl's bathroom. Harry grimaced, his mind was against saving her but his body was almost ready to act on it's own and help her. He truly hated risking his life.

'I guess, sometimes you've got to do what you know is right, and damn the consequences,' Harry clutched his wand and stared at the door to the washroom with a growing sense of unease, well aware that was no time to waste. Squeezing his eyes shut he shook his head before charging in, Blaise and Neville coming in right after him.

The first thing they noticed was the smell, the putrid, rotting smell, like somebody had left their soggy gym clothes in the locker for the better part of the year. The second thing they noticed was Hermione's small form huddled under a sink, staring fearfully at the brute of a troll that was swinging it's club down at her.

'Hey! Leave her alone!' Neville picked up a piece of shattered porcelain and tossed it at the troll, paling when the creature grunted and stared at him.

'Nice,' Blaise drawled, 'really thought that one through, didn't you?'

'Yeah, well you do better,' Neville snapped back, apparently forgetting his nervousness at the door. 'We need a plan of action.'

'Alright.' Blaise nodded approvingly. 'Harry, you try and get around the troll and save Hermione, Neville and I will distract him.'

'Gotcha.' Nodding Harry followed their, rather measly, plan. Quickly finding himself under the sink with a petrified Hermione. 'Come on.' Without letting her say anything he pulled her along the line of sinks until they got back to where Neville and Blaise were distracting the troll. In a moment of harebrained Gryffindor mindset Harry pulled out the camera he still had from the dog incident and snapped as many photos as he could of the troll, they needed evidence.

'Let's get out of her.' Not willing to fight the troll longer than they had to, Blaise guided the group out of the washroom, pushing them along until they got to a portrait of a few fruits. Without pause he tickled the pear and pushed them in as soon as the portrait swung open. The four kids breathed out a collective sigh of relief, only to marvel at the kitchens. 'Welcome to Hogwarts kitchens,' Blaise waved his arms around before guiding Hermione to a seat. Harry took a moment to note that the room had five tables positioned exactly like the great hall above them.

'Could we please get some tea?' Neville asked a small creature with large floppy ears that Harry eventually recognized as a house elf. His mother had never bought a house elf, she thought it would be better for him to learn responsibility through chores, which she helped with as well.

'Right away young masters,' the house elf said before scurried around to gather the necessary things. Harry and Neville quickly claimed seats beside Hermione who was rubbing her eyes frantically, trying to get rid of the tears.

'We know what happened.' Harry's tone was low and threatening, indicating just how angry he was with Ron.

'You're angry with me! Oh, it's true,' she cried out looking ready to burst into another set of tears. Instantly Harry's eyes widened and he looked shocked as Neville and Blaise both sent him glares for setting her off.

'N-no I-'

'What Harry means, is that he's not happy with Ron,' Neville reassured her as he started rubbing her back soothingly. 'None of us are, it's not true, you know that right? You're our friend because we want you to be.'

'B-but I am annoying and a know it all, and, and, I am insufferable!'

'The only moment you are insufferable is when you're being unfair to yourself, like now,' Blaise frowned and awkwardly patted her head. With guys he could be as touchy feely as he wanted but he always felt like he was crossing some line when it came to girls. 'If you were so bad we wouldn't hang out with you.'

'If you were as bad as he says, we would never have sought you out knowing there was a troll on the loose around where you were,' Harry added in. Hermione sniffled, taking Blaise's handkerchief with a sniffly thanks.

'You knew?' She whispered in disbelief as she patted the tears away from her eyes.

'Of course,' Harry took the handkerchief from her and wiped her nose, annoyed that she was trying to keep the handkerchief so clean, it was made for cleaning so, therefore, she must use it for such. She flushed at being treated like a child but Harry didn't even notice.

'We're your friends, Hermione.' Neville handed her one of the four mugs that had appeared onto the table in front of them. 'As soon as we knew what had happened we were determined to find you, troll or not.'

'Thank you,' Hermione said as she smiled weakly, looking genuinely thankful. And of course she was, how could she not when the three ran into danger just for her.

'No problem, princess.' Blaise beamed as Harry and Neville snickered, watching as Hermione went red.

'What's that for?'

'Well, aren't princess always damsels in distress? You were in distress, you are a damsel, and we saved you, you're like our own personal princess. And we're your knights in shining armour.'

'I don't know what you're talking about.' She looked into her tea, drinking it to distract herself from her flushed cheeks. However, Hermione didn't have the heart to feel annoyed, rather she felt a bubbling warmth that she hadn't thought she would ever feel, let alone identify. It was contentment, despite almost dying she was content because for once she had good friends that she got along with.

'Oh dear Merlin.' Lily sighed exasperated as she collapsed into the chair beside Morgana. 'What has he done now?'

'Your son has taken a picture of and personally gotten the hair off of a three headed dog,' Morgana said when she dropped the photos and a small bundle of hair on the table in front of them. She had a feeling that Harry was leaving something out, other than that, but she would have to wait to find out. He could hide whatever he wanted in letters, but he was defenseless face to face.

'My son, now he's my son?' Lily sighed, barely having enough energy for disbelief.

'Yes, he's always been your son,' Morgana argued back. 'Nonetheless I'll have to figure out his plan of action, I'm not going to have my son going to a school where they have a three headed beast in a corridor that even first years can get into.'

'Perhaps Amelia could help? I heard she's taken office,' Lily frowned as she stared at the tea in front of Morgana, she wished she were corporeal enough to drink tea, she could barely smell it as well.

'Perhaps the goblins would be eager to help as well.' Morgana picked up her tea as if taunting Lily with the fact that she couldn't have any. 'It's always nerve racking to involve the ministry, I hardly trust them with my sons schooling, let alone his safety.' Since she had joined the wizarding world four years previous she had entangled herself with as many reputable people as she could in the ministry. Most of the people she saw were fickle and not worth her effort, but she still needed their support.

'And now he's your son again,' Lily mused with a smile on her lips. Morgana kept drinking her tea as if she didn't hear the spirit, but a smirk was curling at her lips, making it obvious she did hear her.

'The important part of our business lies upon gaining control of this Dumbledore, who knows who could come in his stead if we get rid of him. Instead we should seek to make sure we have an understanding. So how much do we tell the public? If we tarnish his image too much he might get forced out.'

'Perhaps it would be best if he were forced out.' Lily disagreed. 'I know the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. We can trust her, and she would naturally be his successor.'

'She is trustworthy?' Morgana brushed her brown hair out of her eyes, focusing on the letter in front of her.

'Of course,' Lily nodded assured of herself. 'She was also a part of the MLE,' at Morgana's blank look she said what it meant, 'magical law enforcement. She would understand what to do.'

'But at the same time she is aware of this creature and is letting it in the school.'

'She may not have a choice, Dumbledore was her mentor in transfiguration.'

'Alright,' Morgana sighed humming in agreement, 'I suppose I'll have to wait and see about her. But as it is, now we must involve enforcement of some kind.' She always dreaded involving others, especially people of authority, but she supposed she had no choice. Not when Harry's life was in danger. She was tempted to storm Hogwarts herself, but with no magic and the Old Religion's own personal mascot scolding her for every potentially evil action she doubted it would go well.

StormSky: Awww thanks! And totally me too, I don't get why people are so blind with him. He's quest for the "greater good" is just an excuse and sounds a LOT like what he and Grindelwald were up to in their teens. Yeah Malfoy Sr. is not going to be happy, at all. True, but I see more hardened since she left camelot for Morgause (it is totally the Morgana from Merlin, love the show ^^).

IamnotTHATbad:Yeah, I get what you mean but with the melding of dimensions between shows things are always going to be lacking. But since Rowling had Merlin in Slytherin that implies he was at Hogwarts, so naturally Morgana would be too. And I totally get it I feel the same, but I'm trying to keep my story interesting. Whether it aligns with what you like, well, I have no clue, I can only hope you continue to like it. :)

Medusa's Basilisk: Thanks! He'll totally be humiliating Ron, but whether people realize that he caused it? That's yet to be seen...

Penny is wise: Thank you! Yeah, he's easy to tug around currently...he'll buff up eventually!

DZ2: Awww thanks! Yeah, he's going straight down... I hardly think he'll try to redeem himself. She is going to cause chaos :)

Elim Garak: Ahhh okay, will do. Though I did mean withhold, as in to refuse to give up. Because all though he was failing at his task he could have fought to keep it and refuse to give it up. At that point it was past upholding his task as that would be maintaining it. Yeah, I don't always associate the right words with what I'm thinking. I'll go fix that now.

otah to order: I wasn't planning it to go that way, I don't really see them as compatible, personally. Though I suppose they can banter like an old married couple sometimes...

Shadowsmage: So true, and I'm definitely planning on it. Haven't had a chance to show off his true jerkdom yet.

mwinter1: Same, but I'm unsure with what they want to happen. I haven't quite chosen yet, but knowing Morgana she would try and do it all herself rather than going to the MLE.

whatweareafreaidof: The reason why there are so many bashing fics is merely because Ron is made of the characteristics that people dislike. So, naturally, since I dislike him I will highlight all of those points. It's not about originality but about expressing my perception of him. And I must say there are more fics in which he is a good person, or rather, not bashed. As it is true that there are more bad wizards is Slytherin, that does not mean all Slytherins are evil, that kind of thinking is black and white and is often viewed as childish. Slytherin is the house of the cunning, ambitious, and those who believe in connections. Slytherin also believes in the brotherhood, or standing firm for your comrades and supporting them, that is not evil.

The Wandmaker: Thank you! Yeah, I don't like him at all. The unloyal infuriate me, must be my dormant Hufflepuff traits coming out :P yeah, Harry is definitely not going to lay down and take it as much as his previous incarnation. Awesome! I'm glad you like it! She will, eventually... When the old religion deems her worthy.