Harry Potter and St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys:

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Chapter Fifteen: Duels, Dogs, and Flying Oh My!

The month had passed fairly quickly, the stars and whispers were no longer following him everywhere. It may have helped that he was always surrounded by his year mates so it was harder to see him.

Heading back to the common room Harry resigned himself to be drilled in lessons about the wizarding world. He wasn't the only one, others were getting the same thing, but seeing as he was the only one who was already a Head of House, they took an interest in him. Pansy and Draco especially seemed to want to make him understand exactly what his title entailed.

He also learned that this had a few very useful benefits, because he was the Head of House Potter (being the only living member) the underage magic restrictions were lifted at age fifteen, and at that point he could leave Hogwarts on weekends for business purposes. He was also told that his family probably had a number of properties. He decided that he would look into it. There was no way he was going back to the Dursleys for the summer.

October came fast, and Harry was busy, if he wasn't doing homework, he was training in the room of requirement, he was very good with knives and had the dummies on hard for karate and Judo. He was also learning French, and Italian from Draco and Blasie who said that they were languages that any pureblood, or business person should know. He was happy that he knew Bulgarian; it made leaning other languages easier. Other first years also taught him about the Wizarding world when he hadn't disappeared, and Mille, Pansy and Daphne were teaching him how to dance. He could now waltz without stepping on their toes. An accomplishment they all seemed very happy with.

So it was the middle of October when Harry had his first confrontation with a Gryffindor. It was going to happen eventually, they did not like him very much. Well, except for the twins they were awesome. Just as they were finishing the youngest Weasley and another Gryffindor boy came up to them.

"Potter, you traitor, disgraced the name of your parents, your pathetic!" Weasley spat at him.

Harry turned around the comment about his parents hitting a nerve, how dare he say such things about them! "What's a matter Weasel, can't deal with being the worst student here?" harry said his face blank.

"I could take you anytime. Tonight even, Wizards Duel, in the Trophy room. Seamus is my second. Who's yours, oh, you don't even know what that is, don't you?" Weasley cracked his knuckles trying to look menacing. Harry could never back down from a challenge; if he did people thought it was because he was weak.

"I'm his second." Draco came up to stand beside him. Ron sneered at them, before leaving.

"You don't really plan on going do you? You'll get into trouble." Theo put in, having overheard the entire thing.

"We'll just have to make sure we don't get caught, besides if we back down it will make us seam weak." Harry reasoned. Usually when these challenges were issued both parties showed up, otherwise the one who didn't would have major problems, it was almost as bad as being a rat.

The rest of dinner passed quickly for harry and Draco, but finally it was curfew and they went to be. Both boys pretended to go to sleep, wearing their robes under their pajamas, and waited until they were sure the other were asleep. Harry and Draco both got up and went to the common room to plan what they were going to do, they had an hour until midnight.

"It's not like he can actually cast any spells, we haven't learned how yet, and I doubt his parents taught him. I know some, my father hired a tutor." Draco informed him confident in his abilities.

"I may not know much about magic, or be very good with a wand but I am capable of fighting, I can hold my own." Harry told him, assuring Draco that even if he did not know much magic, he could handle himself.

"He won't tell anyone, because he would have to admit to being beaten, and being out after curfew. As long as we don't get caught we should be fine." Draco added getting up to leave.

They made their way up to the Trophy room on the third floor, ducking into classrooms, and behind statues to avoid ghosts, and prefects. Harry was happy that he had explore the castle yesterday, as he knew where he was going. Trying to find your way in the dark would not have been easy. Finally they made it to the trophy room only to find it deserted.

"Maybe they're late?" Harry suggested, unsure of what to do now.

"I don't think their coming, it was a set up they wanted us to get caught." Draco sounded disgusted by their behavior.

"To think they are the Gryffindor's I thought they were supposed to be brave, but they are acting like cow-"Harry stopped midsentence, hearing a meow. They looked at each other and headed in the opposite direction as quietly as possible. Neither dared to say anything for fear of being heard.

Footsteps followed them as they turned the corner. Harry approached a door and found it locked quickly he cast the unlocking spell he had found in the charms book and went in.

"Filch won't catch us here, the door is locked." Harry was relieved. Draco tugged on his robe, harry looked at him, puzzled by the look on his face. Draco stood shaking and harry followed his gaze. Holy Shit! What was a three headed dog doing in the school. Not caring about being caught they raced back to the dorm giving up caution for speed.

"What was that?" Harry asked, what was that dog doing in a school!

"It's a Cerberus, they guard the gates to hell! Of course, that must have been the third floor corridor Dumbledore was talking about. That's why it was locked."

"Why would he only use a simple looking charm. I mean I found it in the first year books, anyone could open it if they wanted to. Why wouldn't he be more careful? What was it even doing in there in the first place? You said it's a guard dog, so what's it guarding, and why would it be here if it's that dangerous?" Harry puzzled out loud, he was very confused, and wanted to go to sleep.

"I don't know, and it is none of our business. Father always said that Dumbeldore was barmy, he wanted to send me to Durmstang, another magical school, but mother convinced him otherwise. Let's go to bed, we can think about it in the morning. I'm tired." Draco reasoned heading to the dorm, Harry followed him up and they both headed to bed.

Harry and Draco were both reluctant to wake up, until they were reminded that they had History, and could therefore sleep through first period. Neither said much as they went to breakfast and headed to class. They were too tired to think, never mind make conversation.

Classes passed quickly, and Snape kept an eye on them, more than usual, they determined that this was a good thing; any mistakes could be corrected faster. Neville had managed to melt another cauldron, he was paired with Weasley, who had been too busy staring at them to bother looking at what he was handing Neville, Neville had but the monkshood in before the nettles which caused the potion to become acidic and corrode the cauldron. They were lucky that they hadn't come into contact with the fluid. Snape had cleaned it up quickly and taken twenty-five points from Gryffindor, he had also given the boys a week's worth of detention.

Ron glared at them for the rest of the week, it wasn't their fault that he wasn't paying attention. He had overheard the boy teasing that Granger girl about being a know-it-all, he had to admit that the girl could be a little irritating, but at least she was willing to learn; he wondered why she wasn't in Ravenclaw. They had met in the library once, and had started to talk, she was okay a little naive maybe, but most of his classmates were. He was beginning to reevaluate his opinion of her, and they often helped each other with homework. She was good in astronomy, his weakest subject and he was good in Defense, her weakest, so a truce had been formed and they both benefited.

"Harry, Harry, there you are look, we have flying lessons on Thursday, instead of History!" Draco pulled him over to the bulletin board excitedly. Flying sounded neat, he wondered how many others had flown.

Adrain watched they boy closely as Snape had asked, he had to be careful harry ws vey observant, and the only time he was alone was when he disappeared some night. Adrain had been trying to find out where he went, but hadn't come up with anything. He was always back before curfew. He had noticed that they boy seemed to flicker and shift, it was very odd. He was thinking of telling Snape. Harry also rarely mentioned his home life, and it was clear that he did not like to talk about it. Add to this the occasional flinches when he was grabbed and pulled somewhere, or the rare times someone had managed to sneak upon him, and Adrain was sure that there was something going on. He went to tell Snape.

Snape listened to Adrian's concerns worried. He knew that Harry was neglected, severely; which explained why he didn't talk about his home life. He had noticed the flickering of the glamour, but the fact that Adrian saw it meant that it would fall soon, what was he hiding? Add the flinches, and he was beginning to think the boy was abused.

No, Petunia and her husband may not want the boy, but they wouldn't abuse him. Would they? Of course they would, if the boy slept in a cupboard then abuse couldn't bee that far off. He would talk to harry before he did anything. He wanted to be sure of himself before he brought it to Albus. He had already told him about the neglect and although the Headmaster seemed concerned, he ws not going to do anything about it. If the boy was abused, well that was a completely different matter. The Wizarding World would have a fit if they thought that their precious little Savoir was abused.

Harry wouldn't want to talk though, kids in his situation rarely said anything, and he wasn't about to trust another adult. He would have to approach this carefully. Damn that boy! Why couldn't he have been the perfect little carbon copy of James, a Gryffindor all the way through, and let him hate him in peace? No, he had to act like Lily, it didn't help that he had her eyes as well. The rest of his feature may look like James, but that was the only thing that resembled James.

How to approach it though? Not directly the boy would bolt, but if it was indirect he would not say anything, and act like he didn't know what you were saying. He would have to confront him. Give him a detention maybe. Not in class, no it would be done privately, he couldn't give one of his snakes a detention openly now could he.

Harry woke up, it was Thursday! They had their first flying lesson. He was so excited he jumped out of bed woke the others and headed down to eat. He couldn't wait to be on a broom, he was also looking forward to the boasts stopping. All people had been talking about non-stop was different flying exploits.

Heading to the Quidditch pitch they were greeted by Madame Hootch, a grey haired witch with odd golden eyes.

"Up!" he told his broom, happy when it sailed into his hand, Draco's had done the same. Pansy's didn't move and Theo's just rolled over. Harry was amused when Ron's hit him in the face. Hootch corrected their grips and told them to knick of hard when she reached three.

"One, Two-" Neville had panicked and kicked off before three, he was now rising at a rapid rate, and he clearly was terrified. Madame Hootch told him to get down, but he had no clue how and he was drifting over the castle. Suddenly the broom jerked sideways and Neville fell. No thinking about what he was doing Harry kicked off from the ground and raced over to him.

People on the ground were screaming and Madame Hootch was calling him to come back but they were ignored. He loved flying the rush was amazing, he reached Neville, just before he landed on part of the roof and fell down the side of it. The broom he was on couldn't hold the additional weight and started to plummet downwards. Harry grabbed the handle and yanked it up. The broom leveled out, though it was still dropping it was not as fast or uncontrolled. Harry turned right heading back towards the class, and landed with a thud rolling onto the gravel path. Getting up he went over to Neville, they boy looked okay, shaken but okay.

"Foolish boy, you could have gotten seriously hurt." Madame Hootch said running over to them checking to see if they were okay.

"Class is dismissed. Longbottom, go see Madame Promfrey and get a calming draught. Potter come with me please."

Harry followed her through the Halls, nervously, was he going to be in trouble, he only wanted to stop Neville from being hurt. She stopped outside of the DADA classroom and asked if she could borrow Flint for a moment. Harry was confused, Flint was a seventh year prefect, why did she want to see him, and why was he here?

"Flint, I found you a seeker, he caught Neville Longbottom when he fell over fifty feet off his broom, and managed to land safely. He is also very light, and small, the perfect build." Hootch told him happily. Draco had told him about Quidditch, Flint must be the team captain. He was too be seeker? Why wasn't he in trouble?

Flint looked at the kid, he did have the right build and must have been fast and have good control to catch a kid on the school broom. He didn't think potter had been on a broom before. It wouldn't hrt to see how he flew. They had to hold tryouts for a seeker anyway. He would see how the kid measured up. He needed to talk to Professor Snape, the Head of House before he made any decisions.

"Well, we'll see how he flies, and if Professor Snape approves, he can be on the team." Flint said coming to his decision.

They headed off to Snape's office; he had a prep period because of the flying lessons. Knocking on his door she waited for him to answer.

"Come in." They entered his office, and Hootch explained that he had caught Mister Longbottom with the school brooms, and that he would make a good seeker.

"I'll consider it, we'll see how he does in tryouts. Thank You. "

"Flint, how do you think he would do on the team?" Snape asked.

"I'll have to see how he flies, but he has got the right build, and if he can handle a school broom that well, he would make an excellent seeker." Flint said looking at him thoughtfully. Snape nodded and turned to him.

"Potter, you can go to tryouts, they start next Friday and are at three o'clock, don't be late. Potter, if you make the team be prepared to work hard and say goodbye to most of your free time. I shall talk to the Headmaster about not allowing the first years their own brooms. If he is to play Quiddicth he will need a proper broom. Thank you Flint." Flint was dismissed leaving harry alone with the professor. Harry was nervous, he did not want to be here, maybe he could leave? He backed up trying to put as much space between him and Snape as possible, and get closer to the door.

Snape watched as Harry became more nervous now that he was alone, and was surprised when he backed up towards the door. His reaction made it clear that he did not trust adults, and said that he was quite possibly abused.

"Potter!" he barked. The boy flinched, but his face stayed blank.

"Detention, tonight at eight, for flying without permission and endangering yourself; don't be late. You are dismissed." Snape would puzzle out the boy then,

Harry fled the room, relived to be getting out of there. He had detention with Snape! He was in trouble, and was alone with him. What did they do in detentions would he be like his Uncle? He hoped not. St. Brutus made you write lines, or clean things, but detentions always had a group of people, and weren't individual like these. What was he going to do, what could he do?

Harry spent the rest of the evening think about his dentition tonight. He had rushed though the rest his homework, he didn't have much due to the flying lessons. Harry went to the kitchens to grab an early dinner, he had found them by accident when he was exploring; the house elves were very helpful. Eating a light dinner he went to the dorm and got rid of his outer robe, so he was still in uniform, but not as constricted, he grabbed a pair of combat boots and slid two of his daggers into them. He then grabbed his wrist sheathes and put them on, they were covered by his sleeves.

By then it was five and he had three hours until his detention. He went to the room of requirement and changed into the clothes that it provided. He then asked for an alarm clock and set it to go off at Seven thirty. That way he had time to get cleaned up and go to Snape's office.

Harry approached the Dummies and set two of them up both on high; he spent the next hour doing Karate and Judo, before switching to knife fighting. Finally he had defeated the dummies. Looking at the clock he noticed that he still had an hour. he turned on some music with the radio that had appeared and set up the punching bag. The next hour was spent kicking and punching, he had knocked down the punching bag on a few occasion and had to put it up. Harry was drenched in sweat when the alarm rang.

Wishing for a shower Harry stepped though the door hat appeared and went into the shower stall turning on the cold water. Harry grabbed the sop and cleaned off the sweat. Getting out of the shower, he looked in the mirror and saw that he was flickering. Shit, the glamour, with everything happening he had forgotten to reapply it! Quickly Harry recast it, and got dressed, he had fifteen minutes to get to Snape's office. He left quickly and headed to the dungeons.

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