Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works, like the anime Hellsing. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.

Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.

Note 1: AU.

Note 2: Harry's normal expression is that of deadpan, in case you've forgotten.

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chapter eleven

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The sorting and the welcoming feast had been a sordid affair, boring too, there was just nothing new to it save for all the chatter amongst the students about the latest gossips as well as how Harry had once again saved the day, as wll as that their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor while on the train had done nothing to alleviate the situation they had all found themselves in. It looked like the quality of a Hogwarts education was declining especially in the regards to defense. Potions too, as the professor of the subject still had been the cause for the dashed dreams of many a young aspiring potions master, only the absolutely prodigious or gifted ones actually managed to make use of their years under the tutlege of Severus Snape. But the class was getting a bit more popular among the girls due to the professor's exposure to the media, as well as finding out some of the things he got up to during the summer months.

Harry Potter waited for the night to eventually end and the school year to actually and officially start. He didn't care that people were tying to bug him about his latest heroic action, he simply automatically launched his curse in their direction, leaving only Luna as the only students immune to his curse, though she wasn't even a bother in the first place.

The headmaster had attempted on a number of occassions during the feast to attempt to break into Harry's mind steal his side of the story, but was repeatedly beaten out of Harry's mind by his mental defenses, and at the end of the feast was visibly knocked backwards for frustratedly trying to force his way into Harry's mind through not so subtle means. His head had snapped back and his body had followed, causing many a student and staff to wonder just what had happened at the end of the feast. Dumbledore was subjected to the memory which he wished to view, but instead of Harry fighting the demon, it was the headmaster who had been fighting the demon, and Harry altered his own memory to make it so that the headmaster experienced losing, then shoved the altered memory and the headmaster out of his mind.

After the headmaster was brought to the Hospital Wing to receive some treatment for his sudden injury, and the students were safely in their dorms, free to do as they wished for the rest of the night. The Ravenclaw dormitory was a one student per room thing, as not only did the system provide privacy, but the students were free to enjoy their projects in peace. Which was why Harry had been able to ley out his books on the occult and on demonology and religions of the world all over his work desk and review the information he had collected from his battle with what appeared to be merely the second-in-command of the general named Amon. A lesser form of wrath had been sent out to eliminate Harry, it was a test of strength or some sort, just a lieutenant first, the general would not be sent in for a while still.

Harry expected that when dealing with the general, he would also be dealing with the rest of the army, or some part of it at the very least, as his own army of demons would have to deal with some back at home as well.

He couldn't figure out the forms they would take, the demonic officers of his opponent this year, but he could prepare himself and send word to his men about the possible future soldiers that would be sent in to fight them. The monster book which Harry had collected from one of his vaults had enough infromation about the lesser beings that could make up the armies of the demonic officers. From mere skeletons to even greater things, like mythical creatures to doppelgangers. But Harry's biggest concern was the last boss of the game of thrones which he was a participant of, the last enemy would be his foe, the reigning Devil himself.

He needed to find a way to deal with such a true immortal without having to make a deal with another kind of devil, one which he didn't want to be associated with unless absolutely necessary, he would not bow down to the cross, that was the devil which he would refuse to side with or ask for help from.

The days after the first confrontation flew by as nothing of interest or worthy of notice happens, the students were introduced to their first class of DADA under the instruction of, as they had found out, a man with no background whatsoever in teaching, and also a man that had merely met up with a lot of dark creatures in the circles he found himself in. The man was an intellectual, one who was a misplaced Ravenclaw himself, but due to some unknown condition had been placed in Gryffindor. Harry finally realized what the man was when a memory of his young life surfaced to the fore of his mind, in it he heard his parents talking to his professor, much younger looking then, questioning him about a possible cure for his condition, a condition Harry found out to be called lycanthropy. Their professor was a werewolf, one that had not yet deemed it possible or probably to accept his werewolf side, something which Harry decided was in need of doing.

There came a class time when the subject of discussion and practical application was that of boggarts, beings that sensed what one feared and transformed itself to cause their target to flee or not bother them. A defence mechanism which such a simple minded creature had evolved and adapted to have.

There was a spell to change it, as well as another tool to weaken it, its weakness being laughter, the incredulous emotion that caused confusion in its being and caused it in turn to shrink in fear as it knew not how to defend itself other than to cause probable fear.

The students were made to line up, forming a single column, facing a cabinet, one which held within it the boggart which they were to face. At the middle of the line was Harry, wondering exactly what it was that he feared, what form would be boggart take, as even dementors had learned to respect and fear him. Even his current foe was nothing worth fearing, but was worth respecting and being respected by.

As the students faced their fears, it came to be Harry's turn, but the boggart, like another one, refused to leave the safety of its chosen sactuary. What was there for it to transform into, especially when Harry himself was still wondering what it was that he feared, it would not do for him to fear nothing, as even he needed some form of weakness, of that even he was sure of. He knew he was not perfect, then a sudden insight was brought to him, it was possible that he feared the unknown, that or he feared himself, which was a frightening realization in itself.

Even that sliver of fear was enough for the boggart to burst forth, thinking that there was at least a slim chance of success in repelling this teenage foe. It popped out of its closet, and stood on its transformed feet, taking the form of the student that simply looked at it. Twin features, while Harry kept his deadpan expression, the boggart was visibly fearful.

Harry took a step forward, closer to the transformed boggart, the class and professor didn't know what to do or to react to such a transformation. They didn't know what it could mean. Harry further puzzled his audience by reaching out a hand and instead of striking the boggart, as it thought he would, he caressed its transformed cheek causing it to relax some, as Harry added a bit of magic to his touch.

He then pulled its head close, so that he could whisper in its transformed ear..

"Come follow me," Harry whispered, his voice soothing and seductive, enthralling the boggart, and charming it over to his cause, "Come follow me, and we shall face our unknown fears together."

The class had been unable to hear the whispered words, but they witnessed a physical transformation of the boggart, no one had ever really seen the true form of a boggart, and if what began to take form before their very eyes was what they thought it was, they were about to be the first people to actually see what a boggart really looked like.

"Master...I will follow you," the transformed boggart said, it had transformed into something unexpected.

While a House Elf was the equivalent to what muggle authors believed was a brownie, the boggart was in a way a destructive version of the house elf or the muggle brownie. The boggart that Harry had accepted into the fold had shifted to its original state, that of a house elf, a sickly looking one at that. Boggarts are what house elves became when their masters disowned them, or abused them far too much. The boggart and house elves however shared a similar ancestor, that of the elves, the free elves in general, back before they were enslaved, while the immortal high elves left for the vanishing isles.

The boggart transformed for its sickly close to undead original state and evolved through the help of Harry's leaking magic into a much healthier state, that of an elf, the form of a free elf. While a house elf would have gained the appearance of one of their fairer skinned ancestors, the boggart being of the darker and twisted nature hard obsidian like skin, and sported long flowing mythril like strands of hair.

"W-what in the world..." Remus Lupin whispered at the end of the shifting transformation, he didn't know how to react to such a situation.

The boggart's nature as a boggart had been changed and had been morphed into something like a twisted version of a house elf, similar in a way to the Potter house elves. Harry was actually wondering if his own elves would go through such a transformation as they had been performing even viler acts as compared to a mere boggart.

One of the reasons why the students did not make a sound was attributed to the fact that the elf in front of them was not wearing any clothes, as the tea cosy that it had actually been wearing had been torn to shreds during the transformation. The not so funny thing was that it was female, and as old as the boggart was, it was surely an adult at that point in time, not that Harry minded as he had seen much worse, and much better things in his short life.

"This school needs a basic sex education class," Harry muttered as he turned to face the class as he threw off his robe and handed it to his new elven servant.

"Mordred," Harry summoned, as that was the name of his head elf, and without a sound the elf appeared, and for once looking the same as the newly rehabilitated and inducted former boggart.

"Master called?" Mordred the former house elf looking house elf said.

"Take her home with you," Harry instructed, referring to the new elf, "Charity needs a personal elf at the moment, does she not."

"I will see to it my Master," Mordred said as he took hold of the stunned former boggart and teleported themselves over to The Complex with naught a sound.

"Mr Potter," Lupin said.

"Yes, professor?" Harry said.

"Would you care to explain to the class what just transpired?"

"No I do not care to," Harry said, "Let them figure it out on their own, if there is nothing else, I believe you should just dismiss us."

"I can't force you, therefore class dismissed," Lupin said, as he wandered over to his desk, and sat in the chair and summoned himself some firewhiskey as he figured out what had happened himself.

By dusk, the whole castle was a buzz with the news that Harry Potter didn't appear to fear anything, while at the same time news had also spread that Harry Potter had somehow managed to do something to a boggart. More rumors began to circulate evolving from the original news to more elaborate things. By the time the newest version of events reached Harry at dinnertime, he had learned that he was apparently some sort of elven prince who had spied everywhere, as well as that being the source of all the curses and misfortunes which befell his fellow student.

It wasn't really much, and he didn't really care about the rumors, so long as no one still bothered to bother him about what was the truth and what was not, but the Ravenclaws made sure that they got the facts right before believing in the rumors like the rest of the school. They even went so far as to research what had actually happened, hoping that they could submit their findings for some extra credit.

"So..what really happened?" Luna asked Harry after she somehow found a way through all of his protections on his dormroom door.

"How did you get in here?" he asked her.

"You fogot to ward the window," she said.

"Oh," he said, having actually forgotten about that.

"Unlocked potential," Harry said, "My special brand of magic was the key. It was more like an unbinding of Limbo."

"Ah, ok..did you know that Professor Sprout had all of your plants transfered to the Forbidden Forest?" she asked.

"Yes, I knew that, she asked me to transfer some of the more dangerous looking ones on the first day of school," Harry said.

"Oh..." she said, "Have you got anything for me to eat?"

"There should be some brownies under the bed," Harry said as he returned to what he was doing while she stuck her head under his bed, her ass in the air for a short bit, too bad he had turned around too late to see it.