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Harry, with Silver on his arm, arrived at the great hall, the first two students of the morning. They quickly ate their fill and then sat and waited for the hall to get reasonably filled. Amicus had left early that morning, as a tribe of Yuuki ona had called upon his aid. Harry let a small smile form on his face, when his house all arrived together as a group, guarding each others backs, from Slytherins and Gryffindors alike. Finally Harry decided that enough people were in attendance. He stood up and leapt gracefully to the table top. "May I have your attention!" He said, quickly killing off all conversations.
"Thank you. Now I have three orders of business to finish today. The first of all is our heads of house. Now, unlike the rest of the houses, the house of Angyl had two founders, a man and wife who refused to have their own. As such, the house of Angyl has honored that and has always had two heads of houses, in their honor. I, Harry James Potter, reviver of the house of Angyl have found two that I believe can easily fill these jobs. I would like to offer the positions to Professor Aurora Sinistra and Bathsheda Babbling."
The two witches looked shocked for a moment, Babbling also started to blush a little, before they both agreed. Harry grinned at them, before turning back to the students. "The second point that I must bring up, is this. Bullying will no longer be tolerated by those in house Angyl. Malfoy, and Weasley, you two should really take this advice to heart. I have seen who both of you truly are, and I can say that I'm not impressed in the slightest. You're both selfish, arrogant, and just plain dumb. Any attack on one of my own, will cause you much grief, and any attack on those weaker than you will bring the wrath of my Worgon. Do I make myself?
"Now Mr. Potter, is making threats really necessary? I'm sure that they were jus..." Dumbledore was cut off by Snape.
"Oh, shut it you old fool." He snapped, "What the boy says is truth. Malfoy and Weasley are both prone to violence, causing trouble, and arrogant. A little threatening will do them good."
The hall was dead silent now, everyone completely surprised that the worst professor would stand beside Harry, against one of his own snakes no less. Harry studied the potions professor and saw that the man was worse for wear. His hair greasier than usual, his eyes blood shot, a small five o'clock shadow forming. 'Maybe the man has finally excepted the consequences to his actions.' Thought Harry.
Deciding that silence didn't suit him, Harry started to speak again. "The third and final point that I have decided to raise is that two weeks from now I will be taking my house on a ten day vacation. Any complaints about this can die now, as I don't really care for them."
"Now Mr. Potter, you cannot just assume that I'll acc..." Dumbledore said, only to realize that it was annoying to be interrupted.
"I don't need your permission for this Headmaster, as you have already gave it." Harry countered.
"And when did I do that?" Dumbledore asked.
"When you gave me permission to leave the school when I need too, and can take who and what I require when doing so."
"I remember agreeing to the first part but..."
"Should have read the fine print of that clause."
"Alright but what are you going to do about supervision?"
"We have two heads of house to watch us, plus Amicus has agreed to join in."
"Why don't you also take Severus, I'm sure that having one more on the journey wouldn't hurt."
Harry looked at the scruffy looking professor, before saying, "Alright I'll agree to him coming, under the agreement that he not drink on the trip."
"That seems fair."
Harry nodded and sat back down, and Silver once again molded to his side. The rest of their house instantly began to try and talk to him, causing his very sensitive ears to start ringing. "Please just stop for a moment and I'll answer your questions one at a time. Now Susan you're first."
"Where are we going to go on this trip?"
"We're going to be visiting many different peoples, and creatures. As the house of Angyl, we are sworn to protect all those that cannot protect themselves. I want to show you what you're going to be protecting."
Susan, looked thoughtful, before smiling, "I hope we can make a lot of friends on this trip."
Harry smiled back at her, before turning to Tonks. "Your turn.
"I was wondering. When you were recruiting, you told Malfoy that your were the heir of the black family, and that Sirius, your godfather never got a trial. Was that true."
"Every bit of it."
"Then that means, that, I mean if it's not to much trouble for you. Well me and my mother, she wasn't on good terms with some of the family, and well, I mean, I was hoping..."
Harry furrowed his brows, trying to decipher what it was that she just said, Finally it came to him. "You want back into the Black family." She nodded meekly, "And as the heir you were hoping that I could do that," Another nod, "Well fortunately for you, I can, and I will. I hereby claim, that if my lord does not disclaim, That both Nymphadora Tonks, and her mother..." Tonks said her mother's name, "Andromeda Tonks, are to be reinstated into the Black family, now and forever more."
A bright white flash appeared, shocking people. It appeared out of the heart of both Tonks and Harry.
In a small townhouse, another flash appeared, causing a currently sweaty couple, to jump so high they fell off their bed. When they finally regained their senses, they noticed a scroll on their bedside table. After the reading of said scroll, the couple were so happy that they decided that they hadn't broken in their knew bed well enough.
Tonks would be surprised when she returned home that Christmas, to find that she was going to have a little brother.
In a deep dank cell of Azkaban, A scroll appeared before a ragged looking dog, that quickly became a prisoner. One look at the scroll, and a deep bellied laugh rang out, never seen before in the dark fortress. Grabbing the quill that came with the scroll, he quickly signed his name. The carving in the back of his hand, barely noticed. A light flashed out from his chest and then they items were gone. The grubby prisoner, still smiling, returned to dog form and laid back in his corner.
Tonks looked close to tears, as she tackled Harry. She wasn't thinking and before she knew it, she was kissing him on the floor of the great hall. When she finally regained herself, she blushingly returned to her seat.
"Uh oh Susan, looks like you have some competition." Silver said, laughter in her eyes.
This in turn caused both of the girls to blush. Harry sat up and turned to Neville. "You're next."
"Well, um, Did you finally kill off Voldemort this time?"
"Unfortunately, No. You see what you saw was actually only a miniscule part of the actual Voldemort. I believe that when he was at the height of his power, he may have made pre-cautions, to avoid death. To add to it, he added even more pre-cautions, to where if one of soul pieces were about to be killed, it would detach from him."
"So in other words, we have to find every pre-caution that he made, and destroy it, in order to kill him?"
"Exactly." Harry said with a grin.
"Why are you so happy about this Harry?" Penelope asked. "We're talking about the man that murdered your parents."
"I know but the thing is, for every pre-caution he made, I get to kill him. Every time I kill him, I not only avenge my parents, but also all others that he has wronged." Harry said, his smile dimming.
At this point, Harry's two familiars feeling their bonded start to sadden, rushed into the hall. "It's fine girls, just felt like shedding a few tears."
The others at the table looked at him weirdly, sans Silver who said, "Harry has a problem with killing, it just isn't in his nature to take a life."
"But what about all of the death threats toward Draco?" Hestia asked.
"You see, there is a distinct difference between words and actions. Harry "said" that he would kill Draco, Harry never acted to kill him." Silver explained.
"What about when he held Draco by the throat, in his Worgon form?" Parvarti asked.
"Oh please, if he wanted him dead than Draco would be dead. Not even Dumbledore himself could of stopped Harry."
"That reminds me Harry, how are you three times stronger than Merlin?" Asked Hermione.
"Well, I guess I could have said it better, as I'm not really three times stronger than him. My magical core is thrice the size of his, but in power we would be about even. You see power is a combination of different things, magical reserves, Wand strength, skill, knowledge, and practice. I have the reserves, while he had the skill, knowledge and practice. Also his staff drastically increased his power. Merlin came from a time of much stronger Witches and Wizards, and in fact Merlin was about the level of a normal wizard in that time. The wizarding people of this time, actually didn't use wand or staffs or anything like that, instead going wandless, which stretched their core and made them more powerful. The reason that Merlin is revered so much this day is because of his staff. He worked years on it to prefect it. When he was finally done he had become one of the most powerful wizards there were. Others say his achievement, and started to follow his example. They all started to make staffs, and wands later on. This actually did work to increase their power for a time, and many started to focus solely on learning wand magic. An unseen consequence of this is that they started to shirk their wandless casting, and their cores stopped growing. Eventually wizarding people became so dependent of their wands and staffs that they forgot how to cast without it, Causing a decline in power."
Hermione's eyes were huge, drinking in all the information that she could from the boy in front of her. "And how do you know all of this?" Padma asked.
"Just because wizarding people forget, doesn't mean that every other race has to. I learned this story from the dwarves." Harry stated.
"So can you do wandless magic?" Asked Fred.
"And could you teach us?" George continued.
"Yes, and no. I can do it, as I learned that before picking up a wand, and no I cannot teach you, as you have already became dependent on your wand. If you truly want to learn it, then you're going to have to ask some of the people that we are going to visit. They have teachers that are much more advanced then me." Harry said.
The twins sat back looking thoughtful. Harry then stated that it was time for their first class.
The house of Angyl stood as one and began going towards their respective classes. Harry's year had charms first, and they were the first outside of the door.
They waited for the door to open, in which Harry entered first. They were stopped by a blood curdling scream, and their diminutive professor thrusting a sword at Harry's chest. Harry didn't even seem to blink, instead drawing his wand and swinging it towards the sword. As he swung the wand elongated and became a beautiful short sword. The Silver handle looked as though it was the branches of a tree interwoven, to hold the shining emerald in the middle of the pommel. The blade itself extended to about two and a half feet long. There was strange carving in the blade of the sword that glinted as he did battle with the half goblin.
The members of the house of Angyl, could only watch in fascination as the swords clashed back and forth. Finally Harry feinted to the right and kicked the elbow of his opponent. This move, while not disarming his opponent, sent him stumbling, giving Harry the chance to place the point of his sword at the man's throat. Flitwik seemed to take a deep breath, before stating something in goblin speech, to which Harry bowed and responded in the same fashion.
The change of demeanor between the two, that were seemingly trying to kill each other earlier, caught the rest of them off guard more than the initial attack. Flitwik, waddled back to his desk and said, "Now class, please take your seats and open to page forty seven of your charms book, and begin reading till the end of the chapter." Acting as though nothing had happened.
Hermione took the seat beside Harry, that wasn't occupied by silver and whispered, "What in god's name was that?"
"That was a common practice of the goblin race, he was testing if I was worthy enough to come into his domain." Harry softly answered, eyes racing through the words on the page.
"What language were you two speaking?" Hermione asked after a few minutes.
"That was Goblin tongue." He responded, "He was granting me his friendship, in which I reciprocated."
"How do you know how to speak Goblin speech? Or troll for that matter?" She asked again.
"There are multiple ways to understand different languages. I personally have used two of them. The first is a charm created by the goblins, so that they could do business with other races. The second is a ritual of the high elves. In the ritual, you stand in front of their tree of knowledge, eyes, and mouth open. They then cast a spell on it to where a branch extends towards you. Once it gets close enough it breaks into seven smaller branches. It injects two into your palms, in which roots grow from it. They control your fingers when you are trying to write in a foreign language. The next two are injected into your eyes. They take whatever writing your looking at, and make it legible to you. The next two are injected into your ears, warping the sound so that you may understand what you are hearing. The final one is injected into your tongue, bending it to make the desired sound that you want."
"That sounds horrible!" Hermione loudly whispered, "Why do the ritual, if a simple charm can take care of it?"
"Because the charm takes constant focus to be able to hold it, also there may be times where you won't be able to cast it. Another draw back, is that when you try to read with the charm, it gives you a bad headache."
"But is the drawbacks really as bad as the ritual?"
"Yes for a moment it is worse, but then the pain wears off, and I no longer have to worry about casting the charm, or worry about bringing pain relief herbs with me to the library."
"They have Libraries!?" She almost squealed.
"Yes, most of them dwarf any owned by wizarding kind."
Hermione leaned back in her chair, and stared at the roof in wonder. Harry chuckled at her antics, and shut his book, having reached the end of the chapter. He sat there and waited for the others to finish.
After charms they had transfiguration. When they took their seats, McGonagall placed a caged rat in front of them. When everyone had one she began. "Today we will be transfiguring these rats into teacups. Now don't worry if you do not get it on the first try, as I don't expect anyone to accomplish it within a week at the soonest."
"Finished." Harry called out, presenting his crystalline teacup for the professor's observation
"Mr. Potter, this is beautiful. Where did you learn to do this?"
"Well the Veela are great at the arts, and as payment for one of the jobs that I did for them, they taught me a few spells that they use. This spell, was a slight variation from one of the ones that they taught me."
"It is amazing, take thirty points for Angyl, and my compliments."
"Thank you Professor." He responded as she turned and began to watch her other students work.
After that they started on their way down to the dungeons for their potions class. The Slytherin class was already crowded in front of the door. He got some glares from the children of purebloods that had supported Voldemort, but other than that, they drew no notice.
Suddenly the door flew open and a gravelly voice rang out from inside, telling them to take their seats, and get to work. Harry and Silver took the desk in front of the class, shocking the Slytherins that were headed for that table. They got to work, Silver several steps ahead of Harry. Snape put down his whiskey bottle, and stood to make his rounds. When he was walking the students were surprised when he offered advice to some of the Gryffindors, and even helped Neville fix his potion before it blew up. When he got to Silver and Harry, he nodded, and awarded Silver five points for having the best of the class, then returned to his desk. The class passed in relative peace after that, and they left to go to dinner.
Their classes went smoothly for the next two weeks, and then the time for the trip had arrived. House Angyl was in the middle of lunch, before they left before an loud shout was heard outside the door. They blasted open to see a livid Narcissa Malfoy. Hestia not to discreetly reached for her wand.
Her mother's fury filled eyes found their target and with a few swift strides, she was nose to nose with Harry. "How dare you." She hissed.
"Mother, back away from him." Hestia said, starting to rise.
"How dare you take the only family mother that I can stand, from me." Narcissa all but shrieked.
This caused a pause in the actions of the rest of the house of Angyl, who had all started to rise, in defense of their leader. Harry gave her a small smile and answered. "Simple, I did not take her, she came willingly. And as such, she is no longer your family member."
"Give her back! Give back the only one that allows me to keep my sanity around these buffoons! Please, without her I'll go bat shit insane!" Narcissa started to plead, tearing up.
"What about me mother?" Draco's voice rang out.
"You're worse than your father. You're both ignorant, thick headed, two brain celled, baboons! You think that you're better than every one else, when you have some of the lowest scores in the school, except potions and you're barely passing that. You whine like a little brat when you don't get your way, and think that the world owes you it's respect. Honestly how you got into Slytherin, I'll never know. For that fact, if it wasn't for you're father's money, I would be wondering how you even got into this school!" Narcissa screamed out.
The whole hall was silent from the verbal abuse being flung about, as Draco went from his pale white, to a deep red. "WHEN MY FATHER HEARS ABOUT THIS!"
"I don't give a rat's ass, when your father hears about this. The only reason that I even tolerated him, was because of your sister, and now that she's gone, there's no reason for me to even touch that sick bastard. I'm never going back to him of my own free will, if it means becoming Potter's concubine!" Narcissa said.
Draco stormed out of the hall, mumbling under his breath. Harry turned to the elder Malfoy, "So you want your daughter back."
"Yes, oh please god I'll do anything." Narcissa pleaded while on her knees.
"Well, How about I offer you a place in my family, so that you could be near her. Though that is if she agrees." He said looking to Hestia.
Hestia studied her mother for a second, before nodding to Harry. Harry smiled and turned back to Narcissa. "So what will it be?"
"Thank you, this means so much to me. I'll do all I can to repay you." Narcissa said, close to tears again.
Harry spoke loudly to the room, "I Lord Harry James Potter, heir of Black, do here by take this woman into my house, and give her the name of Potter if she so excepts."
"I do my lord."
"Then so mote it be, for now on She shall forever be known as Narcissa Marie Potter."
The customary flash of light once again blinded the room. When they uncovered their eyes it was to see the two, once Malfoy, women hugging. Harry watched the seen for a moment letting his lost want of a mother to surface for a moment, before turning back to the rest of the Angyls. "Get your stuff, we leave in twenty."
A/N- So, sorry that it took me this long to write, but I hope that I did an acceptable job. Thanks to those of you who wished me well, and those who have reviewed. Please leave a review and until next time, take care.