Harry's mind was whirring was he trailed after the two head of houses. Life was like a dream, he could no longer tell dream from reality. The woman – her read hair trailing behind her – chatted softly with her companion as they walked.
As his emotions got the better of him, Harry could feel his newly awakened power swelling up within him. He could feel the breath leaving his lungs and see the darks spots dancing in front of his eyes. It was all simply too much.
Neither Professors noticed as the young man started to sway, or as his eyes started to glaze as they were both too involved in their hushed conversations. It was only as Harry's body tumbled to the floor with an echoing thud that both man and woman turned to face the body sprawled out on the floor.
FLASHBACK
Steadfastly trying to ignore the stares directed his way as he stepped off of the train and onto the platform, Harry quickly jogged over to where Hermione and Ron were standing. Looking around for the familiar bulking figure of their favourite giant, the trio caught sight of a bright lantern floating in the distance.
"Hermy-own-ninny!" Ron's eyes narrowed as the familiar voice called out to their female friend.
Hermione gasped as she realised just who was holding the lantern and waved as she called back "Viktor!" the smile in her voice was plain to see "Well, I suppose I should be calling you Professor now shouldn't I?"
"What!" was Ron's eloquent exclamation.
The Bulgarian man chuckled deeply "Zat vould probably be vise…Mizz Granger." He smiled and took her hand as he pressed a gentle kiss to it "Though I vill admit eet is a pleasure to be in zee presence of such a fine lady vonce more." As she blushed, Hermione desperately tried to ignore the soft blue eyes of her boyfriend burning holes into the back of her skull, not to mention the dozens of envious males and females watching on.
"As much as I vould love to stay with zee three of you, I have to accompany za little vones to zee boats." With a dazzling smile to Hermione and a polite nod to Harry and Ron, the handsome new Professor turned around to direct the first years to their boats.
As soon as the Bulgarian Professor was out of hearing distance, Ron rounded on Hermione. "You knew he was going to be here!" His tone was more accusing than questioning and that was something that Hermione picked up on instantly.
"Yes Ronald," she said with a sniff "I knew that Viktor was going to be teaching this year, as the new flying instructor might I add. He was a very wise choice for the position, he'll be able to teach everyone a lot of things – you might even learn a thing or two from him."
"Says the woman that thinks Quidditch is a stupid sport! And I don't care if I might 'learn a thing or two from him'; he's a right pompous git! How did you even find out that he was going to be teaching?"
"Well ignoring that fact that I am Head Girl Ronald, which means I received an information pack from Headmistress McGonagall before the start of term informing me of all that I would need to know – I found out about Viktor coming here to teach because he told me." She let out an exasperated sigh at the redhead's vacant expression "He sent me a letter Ronald, he told me he was going to be teaching this year."
"Why the bloody hell would he be sending you letters, shouldn't he be talking to beautiful women and living the highlights of his Quidditch career?" Harry grimaced as he noticed the tell-tale twitch in Hermione's eyes that she always got when irritated.
"Well excuse me Ronald Weasly if you don't think this woman is beautiful enough for Viktor to talk to!" The bushy haired girl shrieked; it was at this exact moment that Harry pinpointed the expression on Ron's face as he realised his blunder.
- Never imply that a woman is anything but beautiful – especially if that woman is your girlfriend.
"I have been exchanging letters with Viktor since the Triwizard Tournament, thank-you-very-much! And for your information Ronald Weasly, it is none of your concern as to who I may or may not send letters to as you obviously do not think me beautiful enough to talk to!"
Ron watched open mouth as his girlfriend stalked over to Luna and Neville as they were stepping into their carriages. "Neville, Luna. I'm sitting with you in your carriage." Hermione addressed the two curtly as she stepped into their carriage.
"Oh…um, ok H-Hermione." Was the terrified squeak of a reply that Neville gave as he followed her into the Thestral drawn carriage.
Luna turned to the gaping forms of Harry and Ron and smiled serenely "Hello Harry. Hello Ron. It's a nice night isn't it. Oh…don't worry about Hermione, she was bitten by a Gumblebumble. She will be fine by the morning." Still smiling, she walked backwards and into the carriage shutting the door as she stepped inside.
By this time there were only a few carriages left as it was just the stragglers leaving the train. As the last few people trickled into their carriages Harry looked over to Ron, whose mouth was still wide open, gaping at his girlfriend's most recent display. Harry put a sympathetic hand on his friends shoulder and sighed. "You my friend, are an idiot."
Shaking his head, Harry climbed into the remaining carriage as Ron came jogging up after him "Wait, what do you mean idiot!"
As the trio was walking to the Great Hall, Harry caught a glimpse of Draco and immediately remembered the heavy weight of the journal in his trouser pocket. Harry turned to his friends "Hold on, I've got to go and do something, don't wait up for me."
"Don't take too long, the first years will be here soon." Harry barely heard Hermione's words, or noticed how she walked a fair distance in front of her boyfriend – obviously still in a huff. Harry ran over and caught up to Draco just as he was reaching the Slytherin table.
"Hey Draco hold on a second!" The young blonde froze in his tracks at the sound of the Veela's voice. Sighing he spun on his heels to face Harry. Neither of the two boys pretended not to notice the hundreds of pairs of eyes that were trained on them, just waiting for the first fight of the year.
"What do you want Potter?"
"I just wanted to give you back your journal," Harry pulled the book out of his pocket with a blinding smile as he handed it to Draco "I had a read through it and everything was pretty damned good. I made a few tweaks here and there, just tell me if anything doesn't work out."
Draco took the journal back, grimacing at the dog-eared pages; if there was one thing he couldn't stand it was dog-eared pages. "What have I told you about dog-earing my books…"
Harry shrugged unapologetically "I didn't have a book mark on me."
"The book has a bloody ribbon to mark the pages with!" Draco waved the book in his face, the end of the green ribbon flying in front of his eyes.
"Yeah well I had more than one page to mark." Averting his eyes and scratching the back of his head in an awkward gesture Harry continued "Gees…sorry, no need to get your wand in a knot."
"No need to get-"
"Well I've got to go before the sorting starts. See ya in class Draco." Harry jogged off to his table, leaving a thoroughly flabbergasted and stressed out blonde in his wake.
As Draco sat down at the Slytherin table he found himself the center of not all entirely pleasant stares. "What's your problem?" He asked sourly as he plopped down in his seat.
"Why were you talking to that no-good half-blood Potter Drakey?" Pansy queried shrilly.
"Because he had something of mine that I needed back."
Blaise snorted "You're damn right he did. He had your journal Draco. Your-Journal. You never let that thing leave your sight, let alone let anyone else touch it." He leaned in and raised his brow at the sullen teen "So why did Potter have it?"
"None of your business Blaise, what I do with my private affairs is my own business and no one else's." he huffed.
Pansy cut Blaise off as he opened his mouth to reply "It is our business Drakey what you do because you're a Slytherin AND you're my boyfriend so you have to tell me." She sneered at him "You may have run out on our Lord in the final battle like the coward you are, but I won't let you run away from me – you're mine. So tell us why Potter had your Journal! Don't tell me you're fraternizing with the enemy!" Pansy's outraged declaration brought gasps from the Slytherin table – who were all watching the proceedings.
Draco snarled at the pug-faced girl and leant over the table and into her face. "First off Parkinson, don't ever call me Drakey because I am not your boyfriend you stupid cow, so nothing I do is your damned business. Secondly, he was never my Lord to begin with," more gasps ensued, although this time it was not only from the Slytherin table "I may have taken his mark for my own safety at the time, but he was never my Lord…I wouldn't expect you to understand, but a true Slytherin always keeps their options open." He declared haughtily as he raised his nose in the air and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly "I simply made sure I was on the winning side when the war was over and done, like any sane Slytherin would have done if they'd of had any sense rattling about in their skulls. So don't you dare call me a coward Parkinson. And thirdly Parkinson, I can talk to that bloody, no-good, half-blood, saint Potter if I bloody well want too! If it wasn't for that idiot we would be in Azkaban right now! So excuse me for guaranteeing my own safety! " Draco hissed in the girls face, his own features screwed up in rage.
A frustrated cry pushed itself through the girls thin lips as Draco's tirade ended. She jumped up and pointed at Draco as she turned to face Goyle. "Goyle tell this idiot that he's my boyfriend!" It did not take an idiot to realise that the collective groan from the room was due to the fact that the only thing that Pansy had taken from Draco's heated rant that she was apparently no longer his girlfriend.
Gregory Goyle looked up from the dint in the table he had been staring at, at the sound of his name. He looked at the scene around him, taking in the people and their expressions, but not really seeing. "Oh…yeah…whatever Draco says Pansy." Draco felt a sharp twang in his heart at his friend monotone voice – he had never really been the same after Crabbe died; Draco was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't hear Pansy scream as she stormed out of the hall.
Draco groaned and banged his head onto the wooden table, already fed up with school.
Not too far away, a similar situation was playing out at the Gryffindor table…
The Gryffindors watched at the Slytherin stormed out of the hall just as the first years entered. They had watched the whole scene unravel over at the Slytherin table and the majority of them couldn't decide whether or not to be amused or confused.
"So Harry…" Dean began cautiously "…just why were you talking to Malfoy?"
Harry sighed and rubbed his scar; a habit he couldn't seem to break even through Voldemort was now gone. Septimus – who was sitting coiled around his neck just under his collar, gave a reassuring squeeze as he felt his master tense up at the question.
"It's a long story – one I would really rather not get into right now to be perfectly honest. But basically, we've got a truce going so that means keeping the fighting to a minimum ok?" Harry grimaced as exclamations of all sorts rang out around the table.
"Just…trust me on this. We're at a truce right now – you don't need to know anything else ok!"
"But Harry!" Seamus called out "They're Death Eaters! Slytherins! The worst of the worst!"
The dark haired Veela swivelled around, the specks of silver in his eyes thickening only slightly. "Just because they are Slytherins does not make them evil Seamus. There was Death Eaters from other houses…our house. It was a Gryffindor Death Eater that got my parents killed, not a Slytherin. They weren't all Death Eaters, and some of them that were had no choice; for some it was join or watch their families die. I would've joined Voldemort if I was asked to make that decision." Hisses and gasps echoed around the table as they took in Harry's proclamation for it was not a light thing to simply say.
Seamus gauged Harry's face and the seriousness of his expression "If you're sure Harry…" he nodded "well ok then…I guess I'll take your word for now," nods and murmurs of agreement resonated around the table "but if they put one slimy scale out of line…"
They trailed off the sorting took place. There weren't many first years as parents were still hesitant to send their young ones to the school that had just been the center of one of the greatest wars in wizarding history. The sorting was over quickly and the new Headmistress stood up to make her announcements. There was the usual garble about prohibited items and restricted areas. She then introduced the new teachers – apparently the Defense teacher was late and would be introduced when she arrived, deafening cheering ensued with the introduction of Professor Krum from all tables, males and females alike gushing over the handsome new professor. Harry waved up to Firenze who was back to continue teaching astronomy.
Harry noted that their Potions Professor was absent, but thought nothing of it.
Harry looked up from his seat as the Great Halls doors swung open seconds after the new Headmistress had just about finished her welcoming speech.
Harry felt his blood run cold. All colour drained from his face as his hands started to shake. A woman strode her way through the middle of the Hall, sweeping a lock of blindingly red hair behind her ear.
"Sorry I'm late Minerva, you wouldn't believe the Australian Portkey system; completely unreliable!" Harry's hand clenched around his goblet as the sickeningly familiar voice flooded his ears. "Did you know that they had me transported to Austria? It took me forever to get another Portkey organised so I could get here relatively on time."
When the woman passed Harry's seat, she gave him a small smile and wink that sent his goblet rushing forward to meet the table top, its contents cascading over the sides.
"Harry," A hand clasped his forearm gently, but he paid it no mind "Harry…is that…but it can't be."
"Mate she looks like your mum." Hermione punched Ron in the shoulder; a sharp glare directed his way following close behind it. One glance at the pained look on his best friends face and he immediately realised his blunder. "Shite. Mate, I didn't mean –"
Harry didn't hear Ron's words, his eyes trained on the woman who was the spitting image of his mother; green eyes and all.
He watched on in horrified amazement as the woman who would be his mother conversed happily with McGonagall as Snape entered the hall, just as he finished downing a potion.
He watched as the two saw each other and froze. He didn't gasp along with the rest of the student body as the Potions Professor dropped one of his precious potions vials, neither did he gasp when the woman flung herself into the stunned man's arms.
Harry's ears were deaf to their arguments as the dreamlike scene played out. All Harry could hear was a high pitched ringing in his ears; it rang throughout his mind and body, the noise consuming him. His eyes were only focused on the two in their heated argument. He could feel his Veela magic swirling in him. He could feel his senses tingling, the silver shining in his eyes; he was barely holding onto his control.
It was all so surreal. It was unfair. She couldn't be alive. It wasn't possible. His mother was dead. Harry's heart shattered at the unfairness of it all, as the man who had hated him all of his life embraced the woman who could only be his mother; the man who embraced her before him.
Harry did not touch one morsel of his dinner – he only continued to watch the woman as she sat through the mean, occasionally sending him warm smiles. He watched, the ever present ringing in his ears, as the woman bantered with the Potions Master.
It was all so unfair…
FLASHBACK END
"Potter!" Severus dropped to his knees beside the boy, taking in his pale and sweaty skin. Rose knelt down beside the young man and opened up his eyes to find only white gazing back at her.
"We need to get him to Madame Pomphrey."
Severus sighed as he levitated Harry up in front of him "No, no, don't bother." He started walking towards the Headmistresses office with the body floating in front of him "The dunderhead has simply passed out, probably not used to such a lack of adoring fans." He sneered at the figure hovering in front of him.
Rose hurried after the man in black to match his stride "Are you sure we shouldn't take him to the infirmary? His breathing is ridiculously shallow."
Severus' step faltered slightly as he noticed Harry's breath was indeed shallow. "He will be fine." Was the short reply Rose received "Catnip."
Rose's eyes narrowed as they passed the guardian gargoyle and headed up the winding stairwell "I still think he should be checked on."
Ignoring her, Severus stalked through the open doors to the Headmistresses office and deposited the boy on a nearby couch.
Hardly anything had been changed, Albus' flair still ringing loud and clear through the office. Sneakoscopes and other knick knacks dotted the shelves and desks, a bowl of lemon drops still sat firmly on the corner of the desk and Fawkes' empty perch sat silently in the corner. The only noticeable difference was the glass of whiskey now adorning the desk and the new portrait pinned to the wall.
Severus steadfastly ignored the sleeping portrait of the late headmaster as he sat in his usual chair to the right of the couch on which Harry was laid.
McGonagall turned around the corner of the office, brushing her worn palms along the dusted shelves. "I couldn't bare to change anything, it didn't feel right." She caught sight of the young Veela on the couch "Oh Heavens is Mister Potter alright?" She strode quickly over to him with a hand pressed to her throat. She watched look at the boy as his eyes moved rapidly behind closed lids.
Severus snorted and sat down in one of the spare seats. "He will be fine," he fished around in his robes for one of his many vials. He picked one out and handed it to the Scottish woman "here, uncap it and hold it under his nose, it should wake him up."
Rose took the vial from the Potions Master's stained fingers before McGonagall could grab it "I'll do it, I want my face to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up." She announced as she strode over and uncapped the vial and held it under the boys nose.
"No, wait Rose I wouldn't –" However his pleas were all for naught as silver eyes fluttered open to look upon the face of a woman he long thought dead.
"…M-Mum…?" Harry croaked hoarsely "MUM!" The silver eyed Veela launched himself into the arms of the woman who he thought to be his mother. "Mum, mum, mum, mum…" The litany of words didn't stop leaving his red lips as he held onto the redheaded woman.
The Headmistress and Potions Master watched on in abject horror as one silver eyed teen launched themselves at the new Defence Master. It took a few moments for Severus to regain coherent thought. Looking at the silver eyes he gasped and launched into action.
He crossed the room and ripped the boy from the woman, tossing him to the floor at his wand point.
"Severus what are you doing?" screeched Rose.
"That's not the Potter brat! Look at his eyes!" the two woman stopped to take in the boys eerie silver eyes.
Harry stared up at the trio of teachers and he couldn't help but let a tear laden with obvious silver sparkles run down his cheek "Mum? Mum…don't you want me?" He got up on his knees and reached towards Rose. He could feel the fragile grip on his emotions slipping and he could feel a slight wind pick up around his hair.
"Stop!" Severus jabbed his wand at the boy "Who are you and what have you done with Harry Potter?"
Harry froze and cocked his head to the side inquisitively. He stared at the Potions Master and he could feel the wind drop and his eyes start to return to their Avada Kedavra green.
The three adults stood enraptured as they watched the mystical wind around Harry stop and the eerie eyes return to their normal emerald green; though the silver speckled tear streak was still painfully obvious on the young teen's cheek.
"I am Harry Potter."
As Severus opened his mouth to speak, Rose strode forward and knelt by Harry's side and wrapped her arms around him "Leave the poor boy alone Severus, he is obviously in shock and disorientated." She said harshly, horribly confused as to why her best friend would treat the child of the woman he loved in such a way; she didn't even want to think about why her nephews eyes would be silver.
Severus was yet again stopped from answering when McGonagall put a hand on his shoulder. "He isn't lying, Severus, that is in fact Harry Potter." She looked at the prone form of the young man on the floor. "I would never have assumed his inheritance would affect his appearance so drastically."
"Inheritance?" shouted Severus "Would someone please tell me what is going on here!"
"Yeah…" they all turned to the hoarse croak from the floor "I would bloody well love to know why my mother is back from the fucking dead."
"15 Points from Gryffindor for foul language Potter."
"Go fuck yourself Snape."
"20."
"ENOUGH!" Both males turned to the furious looking Rose "Would you two stop behaving like children!" She turned to the dark haired boy in her arms and smiled sadly as she tucked a strand of his sweaty hair behind his eyes "I'm not your mother Harry…I'm Rose. Rose Evans…well Evergreen now. Rose Evergreen, I'm your Aunt." Seeing the obviously confused look on the Harry's face she continued "I'm your mother's twin Harry. Lily was my sister."
Harry jumped up and walked backwards until he was pressed back against the wall of the office. He shook his head wildly "No. No…no…I only have one Aunt. Petunia. Aunt Petunia. My mum didn't have another sister. She didn't have a twin. No…no…stop lying to me…who are you…"
"Harry…" Rose began as her brow furrowed; why didn't he know who she was "Lily was my sister. I'm your Aunt." She looked at the wide eyed boy as he shook his head and she rounded on Severus. "Why…why doesn't he know who I am? Sev, why doesn't he know who I am?"
More than eager to disrupt what was heading toward a catastrophic argument, McGonagall jumped in "Now, now. Everyone sit down, there is a reason why I called you three up here and I intended in discussing it."
Rose jumped up and glared at the Headmistress "I don't give a damn what you want woman, why the hell doesn't my nephew know who I am?"
McGonagall look at Rose sadly "I am sorry Rose, but if you don't calm down I'm going to have to ask you to leave and I will talk to you at a later date." She opened her mouth to retort but was silenced by a sharp glare and a raised eyebrow from the stern Headmistress.
Growling she sat down on the couch on which Harry had so recently lain "Talk."
"Severus, Harry…please take a seat…you will need to hear this."
Both respective males took seats in different singular chairs; Rose kept sending worried glances to her nephew as he look anywhere but at her.
McGonagall walked back over to her desk in the stifling silence of her office. She stopped and poured herself a stiff drink. Normally she would have offered the other Professor's one, but in this instance she didn't think it quite wise to be supplying two rather powerful and angry magical beings with alcohol.
"On your seventeenth birthday you went through your inheritance did you not Harry?"
Harry look at her with narrowed eyes "Yes. But I was under the impression that no one knew what I am." He said coldly "Have you been keeping even more secrets from me…"
"Harry I'm sorry we didn't tell you, but it was a million in one chance that the gene would actually activate in you on your birthday. Dumbledore and I didn't think it necessary to tell you unless you actually went through with the transformation."
"Well I went through with it, and I had no idea what was happening to me. Thanks for that."
The dark man slammed his fist down on the armrest of his chair, the wood creaking and groaning with the impact of such a tightly clenched fist "Would someone please tell me what the bloody hell you two are talking about, I do not appreciate being kept in the dark!"
"Well neither do I…" Harry mumbled
"5 points Potter."
McGonagall raised a hand to stop Harry from saying what was undoubtedly a sharp retort. "Harry. You should have been told before your inheritance. I acknowledge that, but since it has already transpired there is nothing I can do about it and I am sorry I wasn't there for you dear."
Harry sighed and ran his hair through the dark raven blue locks that brushed against his neck. "Yeah ok…I get it…I just hate being kept in the dark about things like this…I hate secrets."
"Like the one I am currently being kept out of."
"Merlin's beard man, hold your hippogriff's for just a moment while I get to the point!" Severus huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. She looked back to Harry with a sympathetic smile "The reason I know what you are Harry is that the Headmistress or master is informed whenever one of their students is a creature or undergoes a creature inheritance."
"Are you honestly trying to say that Potter went through a creature inheritance?" sneered Severus.
"Yes. On his seventeenth birthday our young Mr Potter went through his very own creature inheritance."
Severus Snape looked over to the young man sitting in the chair opposite his. He took in his altered features. The man prided himself on his observation skills from his many years as spy work, and he was rather bothered to say the least that he hadn't taken note of the changes in the young man before. However he decided that within the drama of the night this one mistake could be forgiven.
Rose herself would never have picked up on the changes in Harry as she had not laid eyes on him in over sixteen years, but she realised that even she should have noticed the fact that the child possessed features that neither or sister or her husband James possessed.
"So what, pray tell, poor creatures genetics did you happen to stumble upon Potter?"
"Veela." Three voices spoke. Harry and the Headmistress both turned to look at Rose who sat perched on the edge of the couch.
"I'm right aren't I? You are a Veela aren't you…at least part Veela anyway."
Harry nodded "Yeah, a quarter Veela…but how did you guess."
She chuckled lightly "Defence Against the Dark Arts Master Harry…I'm honestly surprised I didn't notice earlier. The eyes, the golden glow to the skin, the silver streaks in your hair when the light of the fire hits it in the funny way…" she trailed off as she stared at Harry, taking in his beauty.
Severus sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose "Only you Potter, only you would actually manage to be the first male Veela in three hundred and fifty years."
"Three hundred and fifty years?" Harry spluttered. "I know male Veela were rare, but…."
The four sat in silence for a while as McGonagall sipped her drink and they all absorbed the information, letting it sink in. It was a while before Harry spoke up. "So is anyone going to tell me who she is?"
"5 Points for referring to your Professor in a disrespectful manner Potter."
"Bite me Snape."
Rose glared at her greasy haired friend "Shut up Severus." She turned to Harry "I'm your Aunt. Rose."
Harry narrowed his mostly green eyes at her "Then how come I've never heard of you before?"
Now it was Rose whose eyes narrowed on the Headmistress and Potions Master "Yes, why has Harry not heard of me before today?"
"Well-" Started McGonagall but abruptly stopped as harry angrily stood up, kicky his chair backwards in the motion.
"I don't give two shits about your damned excuse. The point is you kept more secrets from me. You didn't tell me I was going to experience an excruciatingly painful transformation, you didn't tell me that I would have to muffle my screams as the Dursley's slept on. Secrets! That's all it is with you people! Now I get here and find out I'm not actually alone in this god damned world and I actually have someone who could have been looking after me this whole bloody time! I actually have someone that I could have stayed with instead of the Dursley's. I could have had a family! I actually have a mystery bloody Aunt that no one bothered to tell me about because you were all more bloody concerned with training me a fucking weapon for war. All these secrets…It's been nothing but secrets and lies and absolute shit with you people!" Harry screamed. His mercury eyes were wild and a furious wind was whipping around his wild locks.
He turned and faced his Aunt, his fists tightly clenching and unclenching by his sides, his fingernails digging into his palms so hard that it drew blood. "And you! Where the hell were you when I was growing up? I take it you bloody ran off to save your own pathetic hide! What about me! Because you were too shit scared, you left me alone! I was alone, for my whole life! I had no one! I could have had you. If you had just stayed I wouldn't have been stashed away at the Dursley's like a little dirty fucking secret. I wouldn't have had my uncle try to beat my damned magic out of me. I wouldn't have had to run from that damnable house only a few hours after a bloody painful transformation just to stay alive! I could have had the only thing I ever fucking wanted in this world; a god damned family. I could have had a proper family. But you were a bloody coward and took that away from me; you left me ALONE, you left me to DIE!" His voice was raw and scratchy by the end of his tirade. Silver speckled tear tracks marked his red cheeks and the wind had picked up to surround his whole body and blue sparks were flying about in the wind.
Scraping the tears from his face, Harry's silver eyes flashed as he walked to the door and wrenched it open. "Screw you all, I'm done with this." Without another word Harry stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind him, the frame cracking from the raw magic exuding his touch.
In his fury, Harry completely forgot about the letter for the Potions Master that he had quickly grabbed before he had left his dorm.
