"[Free to rend...]" The words floated down the hallway, causing Harry to come to a standstill as he cocked his head, listening.

Considering the corridor Harry had been hurrying along was in the first level of the dungeon, it was fairly odd, since it sounded somewhat like Firewing. "Firewing?" Harry called out into the air, before shaking his head. There was no way they'd let the Fireball into the school, much less into the dungeons.

Continuing his walk to the Potions classroom, Harry almost missed it as more words floated nearby. "[...Free to devour.]"

Harry stopped once more and looked up and down the hall. Not even a suit of armor nearby. I don't think I'm just imagining it. Shiva, do you hear it?

Whatever you are hearing, I am not. Shiva responded back, before appearing next to him. "You hear the dragon child?"

Harry shook his head, looking around once more. "No, it sounds kinda like him, but I don't think Firewing would ever be talking about being free to rend and devour."

"No, not from what I have seen. Do you hear anything else?" Shiva looked down the hallway curiously as well, but couldn't see any more than Harry did.

Harry was quiet for a minute. "No, not anymore. I know I'm not hearing things though." He insisted.

"I did not say you were. But you might wish to get to class quickly now, do not give the Potions professor a reason to give you grief again."

Harry shook his head. "Yeah. I'm enjoying the 'barely tolerable Ravenclaw' that I'm at right now."

"Mr. Potter." Professor Snape's oily voice called out as class began. "I've heard that you are building your celebrity status making claims of where you were this past summer."

Harry looked at the professor, before looking around the room to the combined Ravenclaw/Slytherin class. A number of Slytherins were quietly smirking at him, and the Ravenclaws looked put upon.

"I'm not making claims, sir. I spent the summer at Mr. Flamel's at his request." Harry answered him. Well, time to kiss my barely tolerated status goodbye again.

"Then you won't mind telling me the first principle of Alchemy then?" Snape's eyes pinned Harry.

"I don't know it, Professor." Harry answered. In response, Harry felt a roaring wave of cold go through his mind as Professor Snape seemed to almost fall backwards a step.

Something was in your mind again, violently. Shiva's voice was as cold as Harry's head felt, and Harry touched his temple, shaking his head for a moment. I shattered it completely in response.

I felt you hit it. Headache to end all headaches. Harry thought back, somewhat disjointedly.

"Potter." Snape called again, his eyes narrowed. "Twenty points from Ravenclaw for impertinence. I would think that even an utter dunderhead like yourself would be able to memorize a single principle in a three month period."

"Sir?" Harry questioned.

"And ten more points for backtalk." Snape shook his own head and then turned over the chalkboard. Instructions were on it for a potion. "Get to work, all of you."

Harry watched as the Potions professor sat down at his own desk and proceeded to ignore the class, holding his own temples in pain.

He was in my head then? Harry realized. What the hell was he doing?

Looking for something, but he did not care what he harmed to find what he was looking for. Shiva answered, her own voice quiet. That took quite a lot of power to do, nothing like when it happened last year.

Harry stood and went to the potions cabinet, trying to think through why that had just happened. Collecting the ingredients on automatic, Harry went back over to the table, dropping next to Hermione and slumping.

Hermione took them, but looked at Harry with concern. "What's the matter?" She asked quietly, even as she started cutting.

Harry looked at her. "I think Professor Snape attacked me."

"Verbally, yes. He never cuts you a break, Harry." Hermione nodded, dropping the first few cuttings into the cauldron, stirring in a triangle pattern.

Harry shook his head. "More than that. Something in my head. Shiva shattered it, and look." He motioned to where Snape was still holding his own temples, not paying the class any attention.

"Shiva? The spirit?" Hermione whispered back. "Harry, even if I am giving you the benefit of the doubt about her until this weekend, why would a teacher attack you?"

"Hopefully not for the same reasons I got attacked by a teacher last year."

"Potter, Granger. Ten points each for talking. There is no requirement for that for this assignment." Snape's voice called out.

Harry looked up and saw the Potions professor scowling in his direction. Sighing, Harry bent back to the potion. I need to talk to Professor Flitwick.

"Fifty points. We lost fifty points in a single class!" Hermione seemed fairly distraught as they left the classroom.

The other Ravenclaws didn't say anything, but Harry had the feeling they were thinking the same thing.

"I'm going to go talk to Professor Flitwick. We've got a few hours before the next class. Hopefully he can reverse some of them, or do something." Harry said and walked off, leaving his yearmates behind.

Unfortunately, there was a Fifth year class still in Charms, so Harry was stuck waiting outside the classroom for almost thirty minutes before the Gryffindor/Slytherin class emptied out. Harry was given a number of curious looks from both the Gryffindors and Slytherins, but nothing was said to him.

Harry was thankful for that, considering he didn't want to mention Professor Snape's point taking in front of the Slytherins, who would likely be happy over it.

"Professor Flitwick, can I talk to you?" Harry asked, stepping inside as the last of the fifth years left.

The short Charms professor turned. "Oh, Mr. Potter. Certainly. How can I be of assistance?"

"Is it right for Professor Snape to take a total of fifty points from Ravenclaw in one class?" Harry asked. "He said I was only claiming that I'd been at Mr. Flamel's home this summer, then asked me a question about alchemy. When I couldn't answer, he took twenty points for impertinence. And then he took ten more for backtalk, when I tried to get clarification. And then ten each from Hermione and I for talking, even though several of the Slytherins were talking as well."

Flitwick looked disturbed.

"Not to mention Shiva destroyed an attack in my mind from him."

"That is a very serious allegation, Mr. Potter." Flitwick interrupted. "Elaborate on that for me."

Harry did, explaining what Shiva had sensed and done. "Since Professor Snape was acting like he'd been hit when she did it, it had to be him that did it."

Flitwick nodded. "Forty-five points to Ravenclaw. At worst, you should have lost five points total for the talking when you shouldn't have. I won't go into whether or not the others were talking, as that is just your word I would have to take."

Harry nodded, glad to at least get the vast majority of the points back. "Do I need to speak with the Headmaster about the attack?"

"I'll do so, Mr. Potter. You've brought it to your Head of House, so let me deal with the Headmaster over it. Now, I think you've got a class soon?" Harry nodded to the question. "Go ahead then."

As Harry left, he heard Flitwick muttering as he quickly cleaned the classroom. "Legilimency on a student. I'll have his head."

Harry felt better about the whole situation after hearing that.

Harry didn't hear anything of it for the next couple of days, but Saturday morning had him caring about other things.

The Quidditch Pitch was bare with the exception of the eight Ravenclaws.

Roger set the others to work practicing bludger dodging while he worked with Harry and Sheila over the Seeker position.

"Alright, Sheila you know the drill but Harry doesn't." Roger looked at Harry as Sheila flew over to the center of the pitch. "Harry, there are three sets of Seeker drills. Whoever does the best in them gets the position. The first is catching."

Here, Roger held up a small bag. "Expansion charms means I've got almost two hundred golf balls in here. I'm going to be banishing them around the pitch and you and Sheila have to catch them. The balls themselves are charmed to turn green if they hit the grass. They'll turn blue if Sheila gets them before they land and bronze if you do."

Harry nodded. "One at a time?"

"Where would the fun be in that? No, I'll be Banishing up to ten at a time in all directions. No going over the goals in height and no checking the other seeker." Roger was grinning. "You don't have to hold onto them once you've caught 'em. Now, get out there with Sheila."

Harry nodded and mounted his broom, zipping over to the current Seeker.

"Nice." Sheila motioned to his broom. She was riding a Nimbus 2000 herself. "But don't expect that just because you're riding a faster broom you'll immediately do better."

Harry shook his head. "You saw me on the school brooms last year. I'm good enough to play."

"True. May the best Seeker win then, Harry." Sheila held her hand out and Harry shook it. "Look alive, Roger's up top." She pointed up.

Roger had gotten almost four hundred feet into the air and was just a speck against the clear blue sky.

Harry saw movement from Roger and then Sheila rocketed away on her broom. "Good luck, Harry!" She yelled.

Harry was still for a moment, watching Roger's tiny movements, before he pushed his own broom forward, rocketing across the pitch and rising into the air as his eyes caught the tiny movement of a falling ball. "Haste." Harry whispered, focusing on himself. The magic couldn't affect the broom's speed, but speeding up his own reflexes and perception of time was easily done with the Command spell.

Harry's world narrowed down to three things. His broom, Roger, and the golf balls that were slowing, beginning to rain down over the pitch.

He didn't notice when Shiva materialized behind him, flying along at the same breakneck speeds he was going, her laughter inaudible as he tuned it out even in his mind.

Sheila didn't matter. For all that he knew, the girl on the broom was just another obstacle for weaving and darting around if they were possibly going after the same ball. He missed the look of utter astonishment on her face when she pulled up from their combined dive, not wanting to wreck into the ground. Harry continued on and pulled the golf ball out of the air as his fingers skimmed grass, the broom vibrating as he angled it away with the twigs catching a bit of grass on their own.

The golf ball was bronze, not green. Dropping it, Harry looked up at Roger to watch for the next set.

The little balls flying away from Roger created interesting streaks in the air as Harry's senses fully attuned to the Haste magic flowing through him at the moment. The broom was fast enough that it still moved so quickly under him that the feeling of movement didn't change.

The moving obstacle was already going for one of the golf balls, but there were several others moving in another direction. Harry sacrificed one to the obstacle, again buzzing through the air, tagging the other falling objects, noting with satisfaction the bronze coloring they were taking.

After several long moments with no more golf balls falling, Harry calmed down and felt the Haste magic leave him sitting on his broom, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Harry, you ok?" Harry grinned at the question from one of the Beaters. Apparently, their practice had ended while Roger was testing him and Sheila.

"Yeah, fine." Harry answered, looking over to Sheila who had a frown on her face. Roger was flying back down to the grass.

"Alright, let's see how the two of you did." Roger pointed his wand at the grass, holding the bag open. "Accio green balls!" From the grass, a couple dozen golf balls lifted off the ground and flew into the bag. Roger raised an eyebrow. "Only twenty-seven green? Wow, the two of you were seriously moving then."

"Alright Sheila, we'll do your count now. Accio blue balls!" Roger waved his wand once more as laughter broke out from the others. Sheila glared them into submission a moment later as a larger number rose from the grass and flew into Roger's bag. "Fifty-five?"

Roger looked at Sheila, shaking his bag. "That's not as many as you usually give me." He had a grin on his face, before kissing the air at her.

Sheila gave him an evil eye back. "Oh, don't worry. You've just earned plenty of them now."

Roger winced as his teasing of his girlfriend backfired. "Alright, anyways. Moving on." Roger looked at the bag and then did a double take at Harry as he did the mental math. "That leaves a hundred and eighteen of them for you, Harry? What the hell?" He waved his wand one last time. "Accio bronze balls!" And the rest of the golf balls on the field lifted and flew into the bag. "Merlin, that's insane."

"That's what I was saying watching him." The beater, James Bradley, spoke up. "You should have seen some of his power dives and reversals."

"It was quite a show". Shiva said, watching from Harry's broom. "You may have been under the Haste spell, but your own skills at this game are superb. You are a born flier."

Roger looked at Sheila, who nodded back to him. "I know he'll beat me in Snitches." She said.

"You going to give it to him then?" Roger looked at her.

Sheila shook her head. "Oh no, I want to see how well he does off the new broom." She grinned at Harry. "Snitches is usually last, and I'm going to concede that to you now, so you're on the team and I'll be the backup Seeker."

"What is Snitches?" Harry interrupted.

"I've got five Snitches sealed in a box. We release all five of them at once, and whoever finds and catches the most wins." Roger explained. "Sheila is pretty damn good at it, and I'm not just saying that to try to get back in her good graces." He sent a smile her way.

"You were finding the Snitch before I was last year in the actual games. It was irritating then, but I can't say you would be any worse this year." She allowed. "But I'm still going to beat you in tag."

One of the chasers showed back up, two of the school brooms in tow. Both were old Cleansweep Sevens. Harry took one while Sheila took the other.

"Alright, here's how it goes." Roger was grinning at the both of them. "One of you is going to play Snitch, the other Seeker. Sheila, you mind playing Snitch first?" The girl shook her head. "Alright, Harry that means you have to catch her. All you have to do is tap her and she's considered caught. Then you'll switch."

Sheila mounted her broom and took off as Roger held his hand up. "Let her get across the field. Then go after her."

Harry nodded.

Given two brooms of equal speed, in an open area, a straight out chase would last forever. Even here in the Quidditch pitch where the distance Sheila could run was limited, cutting across her field of movement was too slow.

Harry eked out every mote of speed he could from the broom, nearly laying across it and praying his smaller weight would help in catching her, knowing that the Haste command wouldn't help in this situation. Bit by bit, minute by minute he closed in on the current Seeker. As he reached out to grab her shoulder, Sheila threw a grin to him before slowing enough for him to do so.

"Not bad. Not great, but it wasn't bad." She allowed. "Now, you run. It took you almost five minutes to catch me. I'll do it in two or less."

Harry raised an eyebrow before darting off over the grass on the broom, again making himself small against the broom. As he got across the pitch he looked back, noting Sheila was chasing him, but was also rising higher into the air above him. Aw, crap. Why didn't I think of that? Brooms and flying. Three dimensions, Harry!

He knew what she was intending. A dive on him to tag him. If he rose higher on the broom as well, she was still higher and the dive would add to her speed while rising would slow him. So Harry stayed at the ground level, streaking across the pitch in a zigzag.

Throwing her another look, Harry saw her smile and dive at him. He'd let her get to close and the dive was giving her too much speed. As she dropped onto his position, Harry grimaced and turned the broom ninety degrees and as the broom came to a shuddering halt, Harry let his leg go lose from the broom and pushed against the ground, and snapped off to the right.

"Dammit!" Sheila yelled, her arm outstretched. But Harry felt her hand barely brush against him and he stopped. As she floated over towards him, she was shaking her head. "I'll give you points for still managing to nearly dodge when I was diving you." She grinned at him.

Harry grinned back and stepped off the broom, wincing as he put weight on his foot. "I don't think I got stopped all the way though."

Roger was clapping. "Sheila won that one, but damned if you didn't give her more of a fit than I thought you would. Welcome to the team."

Harry grinned before looking at Sheila. "You're not mad at me for taking your spot, right?"

She shook her head. "Trust me, we need the best. I'm getting tired of the Slytherins having the trophy."

Harry smiled. "Actually, Roger, I've got an idea on that. Do you think we could talk with the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Captains?"

Roger nodded slowly. "What's the idea?"

"I'm going to prove the house points system is set up wrong, even if it means breaking the system first. And possibly prove teacher bias as well." Harry said.

Harry had his new teammates' attention.

Harry had nearly been ambushed by Padma the moment he walked back into the castle. The fire in her eyes worried him slightly.

"Harry! It's the weekend!" She grabbed his arm. "Now?"

"I cannot blame her for her haste." Shiva gave Harry a quiet smile. "I do not mind now."

Harry nodded to her. "We need to find Hermione, Luna, and Terry though. Luna can see her as she is now, and Hermione and Terry know about her as well."

"I'll grab Luna. Hermione and Terry are in the library I think. Meet back here, alright?" Padma said to Harry before almost dashing off towards Ravenclaw's tower.

Wow.

Hermione and Terry were found in the library as Padma said, and it only took mentioning Shiva to get their attention and presence. Padma was already back at the Great Hall doors with Luna by the time Harry got there.

"Are we going Snorkack hunting?" Luna asked as they showed up.

Harry shook his head as they walked out of the school. "No, I'm going to summon Shiva."

Luna pointed to the ethereal Shiva. "But she's right there. Why summon someone who is already here? I think summoning a Snorkack would be a much better thing to do."

Shiva laughed. "Physically, Luna. To where your companions may see me as well."

Padma, Hermione, and Terry were all giving Luna odd looks as she started dancing around, grinning and cackling.

"Harry, if I find a Snorkack or a Moon Frog, do you think you could summon them solid? It'd make a great scoop for the Quibbler!" Luna's wide eyes were shining at Harry in hope.

Harry blinked at her. "Uh, no promises but I will if I can?"

"Yay!" Luna hugged Harry, to the laughter of the others. And then proceeded to start wandering off.

"Hey, don't you want to see Harry summon, Luna?" Terry called after her, causing the distracted first year to stop.

"Huh?" Luna turned back. "Oh, yes. I guess it won't hurt my hunt too much to let a Snorkack get a bit more of a head start."

Harry laughed with the others, and Luna smiled back seeing that they were not being mean and laughing at her. He then led them past Hagrid's hut, along the treeline of the Forbidden Forest. Firewing's little home was empty, so apparently he was off flying around.

Once back to the same place Harry had summoned Shiva the year before, right along the fence line for the school, Harry looked at his friends.

"Alright, first thing. It's not parseltongue." Harry stated.

He got back a look of confusion from Hermione, ones of apprehension from Padma and Terry, and a nod from Luna.

"What do you mean, Parseltongue?" Hermione asked him curiously.

Padma answered. "It's the ability to speak to snakes. It's a very Dark trait."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't see how talking to snakes is dark, but Voldemort could do it." Harry's eyes continued rolling at the flinches from the others.

"Anyways, it's not parseltongue. It's the Dragon's Voice. Shiva said it was, and I've proven that I can talk to and understand Firewing."

"I knew that Firewing was too insistent with you, Harry." Luna gave him a smile. "Although I don't understand what he was saying, it was obvious he was. And expected you to talk to him as well. That wasn't very nice of you."

Harry started, but then nodded. "It works on snakes as well, and I really didn't want everyone to hear it. I'd really rather not get people talking about me."

"Anymore than they already do, you mean?" Padma asked. Harry sighed and nodded. "So, does that mean you're going to be speaking in this Dragon's Voice to summon Shiva?"

"Yeah. You guys ready?"

Terry, Hermione, and Padma somehow had quill and parchment appear in their hands. "Go ahead." They chorused. Luna just nodded.

Harry laughed, before calming. This was important, at least to him. He was introducing Shiva to his friends. And letting the knowledge of her out to someone that wasn't a teacher.

Harry touched his heart, placing his hand over where he felt his own gem of magic resided. The gem flared and whitened as he drew magic from it directly, for something that wasn't wizarding magic, and wasn't Command magic. This was Summoning, summoning an aspect of power.

As Harry released the magic into Shiva's Materia, his eyes slit once more, glowing faintly green with their own inner light.

"[Shiva, of Ice and Snow.]" Padma and Terry flinched, even knowing ahead of time what was going to happen as Harry's voice was only a hiss with the occasional low growling roar. "[I offer you magic to build a body and call you forth not for battle, but for my friends. Appear before us, please.]"

The ethereal Shiva smiled at Harry as the words were spoken, and at their culmination she vanished. As the air turned bitterly cold for a moment, all of Harry's friends were shocked as ice crystals at least as large as a person appeared from thin air, driving forward to lance into the ground.

The crystals built up into a mound of interlocking ice as tall as Hagrid. Eyes went wide as someone appeared reflected in each flat plane, before the ice shattered into a hundred thousand shards and the woman stepped forward with a smile on her face.

Harry actually looked puzzled for a moment, as Shiva was wearing what kind of looked like wizard robes, but were a deep blue and much more flowing than any robes he'd seen.

"You look different than before." Luna was more blunt than Harry's curiosity.

"Indeed. When I am normally summoned, it is for battle, and I do not expend effort or magic to build clothing more than what is required to not cause issue with my summoner. Harry specifically claimed it was not for battle, so I expended the magic required to build this." Shiva motioned to her dress. "The words of the summoning ring differently to me than normal speech, so I use them as a guide for manifesting."

Three quills were writing at breakneck speed.

"I did not realize you wanted me to give them a lecture on magic, Harry." Shiva gave a teasing look to Harry.

"I didn't. I wanted to introduce them to you. But you can't blame them, it's something brand new." Harry laughed as Padma and Terry reluctantly set aside their own parchment. Hermione resisted for a moment longer before she too put her quill to the side.

"Hermione, Terry, Padma, Luna. This is Shiva." Shiva gave a shallow bow at Harry's words. "Through the Throne of Ice, she is the Empress of Ice and Snow."

Harry thought it was hilarious the way Padma and Terry's hands were twitching towards the quills again. Hermione instead was giving everything her rapt attention. Perhaps an eidetic memory, not just photographic?

"Can I be the princess of ice and snow?" Luna asked innocently. "Due to the only Ravenclaw, Sarah, not acting much like a princess even if that is her name, and isn't the moon supposed to be cold?"

Shiva gave a delighted laugh. "Your father would be distraught if I adopted you away from him, would he not?"

Luna pouted for a moment as the other Ravenclaws, Harry included, were trying to pick their jaws up off the ground. "Oh, alright. I bet it would be easier to find a Snorkack or a Moon Frog though."

Shiva smiled and seemed to flow down onto the ground. "Sit please, all of you. I would rather not stand all day if you do not want to."

Luna and Harry both sat, though the other three more or less fell to their butts.

"Can I ask a question, ma'am?" Hermione asked, and Shiva looked to her. "You were the one to give Harry the information he gave me about mithril last year, right?"

"Yes, I was. Did you find it useful?"

Hermione paused. "Well, not useful, since I don't have any mithril. But it was really interesting. It looked like a more flexible version of warding from what I cross referenced it with."

"Well, mithril was never my strong suite, more Diablos, but..." Shiva paused and a puzzled look came over her face. She looked around and then at Hogwarts. "Is it just me, or does the magic of the school feel different to any of you than last year?"

They all looked back at the school. "I don't really feel any magic, but I don't think anything's different." Harry shook his head and the others agreed.

"Faintly different, and only because you summoned me directly in the school last year am I noticing anything. It seems almost... familiar?" The puzzled look on Shiva's face grew stronger. "But it is so weak a difference I cannot put my finger on it."

"Fawkes?" Harry offered.

Shiva nodded. "Perhaps that is it, since you now carry his Materia as well." She turned back to the group. "Now, you all know something about me, perhaps you will tell me about yourselves?"

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