October came and went, and soon it was Halloween. Third years and up were ecstatic as hell, since they could finally go to Hogsmead –their first trip of the year! Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Luna were particularly excited, as they could finally get time to plan their reign of terror –the Power of Immortals, as Blaise put it- without interruption. Blaise and Pansy, as it were, were going Christmas shopping early because all the good stuff was always out when Christmas rolled around.
The afternoon of All Hallows Eve found Harry, Luna, Draco, and Hermione sitting in a tight corner in the Three Broomsticks. All looked severely unhappy, but thank god it was just full of rambunctious Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff third years and there was neither hide nor hair of the Gryffindor trio. Thank god. They immediately set to work.
Elsewhere, Ellil sat with his face buried in his hands in the Hogshead as he, Ron, and Lavender waited for the group Lavender had invited. He, personally, had cornered Harry and told him to come to the meeting. Harry politely declined and now Ellil was concerned because he knew, in his heart of hearts, that Harry was going to do something incredibly stupid, something that was a well-known trait in the Potter males. He moaned in agony and Lavender jumped to his side.
"Ellie, are you okay?" she asked.
"Bloody fantastic, Lav," he complained, his voice muffled. Ron rubbed soothing circles on his back and Ellil shot up at the sound of the door opening. His jaw dropped and he rounded on Lavender. "DAMMIT GIRL!" he thundered… Anger, it's just a red head thing. "YOU SAID ONLY A FEW PEOPLE!" Lavender smacked the back of his head.
"Toss off," she spat as the fifteen or so teens pulled chairs to group around them. She looked nervously at the group… Yeah… She was starting to regret her actions. She noted, though, that Ellil was looking for someone. His face fell drastically. "Well… You all know why we're here," Lavender started. "Um… We need a teacher, and Ellil is just the one to do it. He knows more about defense against the Dark Arts than the lot of us put together."
"Really?" drawled a blond boy. Lavender shot him a glare as a blond girl hit him.
"Shut up, Don. Ellil is Harry's brother!" the girl hissed. Don shut his trap after that. Lavender sneered at him.
"Ellil has been through so much since he turned eleven… Even before that," Lavender continued. "He knows about the world around us… He's so strong and true, and he would be the best to teach us DADA." Some people –the three Weasley siblings among them- nodded their agreement to what the brunette said. The door opened and closed, bringing in a few leaves. Ellil's face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Harry!" he crooned. "You came!!" Harry smirked and nodded. He folded his arms across his chest, leaned against a near-by wall, and folded his right leg over his left.
"Now," spoke Harry, "motivate me." The implications flew right over nearly everyone's heads, all but Lavender and Ellil. Lavender gave the other Potter a nasty look and Ellil flushed. Lavender continued.
"It's obvious Umbridge cannot do anything, so we need to step up to the plate!" she said with a flourish. Ellil stood up, waving his hands back and forth as if denying what Lavender said.
"No, no, no. You've it all wrong," he said. "All those things," he threw his arm to the side, motioning to the window. "All those 'great things' I've done… They've signified absolutely nothing. It was all pure luck and a small dash of common sense and self-preservation. My first year, my encounter with Voldemort," people winced, "come off it, it's just a name! My encounter was only perfect because I had Harry there to help me!"
Ron spoke up, his voice indignant. "Didn't you say Harry tried to kill you or something?!"
Harry replied with a simple, "No, but I'll kill you if you don't set your facts straight."
Ron's face started to go red. "SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU GIT!"
Harry smirked his trademark smirk. "I do believe I just did. Do you possess even half the brains your mother does, because I can assure you that your father has none. Or is your father where you got your brains from?"
"DON'T YOU INSULT MY DAD!!" Ronald screeched back. Harry sighed deeply.
"I have every right to. I mean, for god's sake, Uncle Toby said he couldn't even stop Uncle Avery's office from pouring rain eighteen years ago!" Harry snickered.
Ron growled. "SHUT UP YOU DEATH EATER!!!" And when those words escaped his lips, everyone knew something was wrong. The room suddenly went cold and the fires dimmed. The crowd parted and Lavender and Ellil let go of Ronald to face Harry's wrath.
"What. Did. You. Call. Me?" he snarled, hand on his wand pocket.
"I called you a Death Eater BECAUSE YOU ARE ONE!!!" screeched Ron.
Harry drew his wand and stalked towards Ron. He placed his wand on the Weasley's forehead. "I would never stoop so low as to grovel at my father's feet, YOU HEAR?!" Harry yelled. "I DO NOT BOW TO MY FATHER, SO WHAT THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD BE AMONGST HIS SUPPORTERS!?!"
"Y-your f-father…?" Stuttered Lavender.
"Your father is…" Ellil took a wide step back. "V-V-V-V…"
Harry smirked darkly. "Voldemort." He glared at the red head before him. "I have decided you aren't-"
"OY! DIPSHIT! We've a schedule to keeeeep," Draco's voice sang. "We need to go now or else the shop will close on us!! WE'VE ONLY FIVE MINUTES!! COME ON!!" Harry was most definitely bipolar. He was now happily skipping out the door after Draco, Hermione, and Luna as if he had not just tried to kill the youngest Weasley boy. Ellil was the first to snap out of it.
"In second year," he continued, having a soft spot for his twin, "I only destroyed the Basilisk because I knew where Luna Lovegood," mentally, he thanked all beings that Harry hadn't heard that, "was going to be only because Malfoy, Zabini, and Granger were pissed about it and asked for my help and told me what to expect. Third year, I had Professor Snape there." He didn't add that he'd probably given his professor some mental trauma with Expelliarmus. "Fourth year… Cedric Diggory died because of my…" he choked. "So, you see, it's all pure luck or just… Knowing what you're doing!"
Don coughed but otherwise remained silent. Ellil raised a brow. "It's just… Harry knows what he's doing… Why didn't you ask him?"
"How the hell would you know that?" demanded Ron. "The brat has been AWOL for three years!"
The girl beside Don wailed, "HE ALMOST MURDERED ME ON THE TRAIN!!!" She sniffled and then said, "Th-then he and his bru-brunette girlfriend star-started telling me how i-in their world… I-I'd be dead!!!"
Ellil coughed. "Yes… Well…"
Lavender swatted him away. "Who all thinks that Ellil could be our teacher?"
"I think it should be Harry," spoke the blond girl beside Don. "Even though he scares me."
Ellil's eyes narrowed. "He is going to take over the world," he spat.