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Sebastian wanted to say that the leader and representative of their World went out with dignity and aplomb. He wanted to say that Fudge handled receiving a vote of no confidence in stride. That since he knew it was coming he took the news like a grown man. Sebastian wanted to say that Fudge had an excellent speech prepared where he talked about what an honor it was to serve and that he regretted that he was not able to be the Minister that the Wizarding World needed.

Sebastian wanted to say all that, he really did…but he couldn't. Because there was nothing dignified in what actually happened, nothing at all. Fudge whined, he shouted, he wailed, he blustered, and there was even a moment there when he cried. In the end, he had to be escorted/forcibly removed from the Ministry. Sebastian was watching the embarrassing spectacle at this very moment. Blossom standing next to him with the most terrible expression on her face…glee.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" The former Minister of Magic shrieked as two Aurors dragged him kicking and failing down the hall. "UNHAND ME! STOP! PLEASE! AHHHHHHHHH!" At this point, he had descended into unintelligible screams and pitiful blubbering.

Sebastian shook his head and turned away.

Blossom forced herself to look away from Fudge. "Where are you going?"

Sebastian tossed her a grin. "I have a Ministry to run, Fitzwater. I can't stand around watching grown men make fools of themselves."

She cocked a brow at him. "You realize you're not the Minister yet, don't you?"

"Fitzy." He said in that arrogant voice that he knew drove her crazy. "Be serious, love."

Blossom rolled her eyes at his retreating back then hastened down the hall to watch the show.

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Harry woke up early the next morning and threw on the workout clothes that Sebastian had given him yesterday. Neville stirred as Harry was lacing up his shoes but Harry hurried out of the door before he could wake up. He went through the routine that Sebastian set up for him. He stretched, did a few arm strengthening exercises, then did two laps around the Quidditch pitch. Afterwards, he worked on what he was taught yesterday and went over the proper ways to stand and fall when in a fight.

When he finished that he found a spot in the stands and read by wand light the next chapter Sirius had assigned him. To be honest it was actually a pretty interesting read. He lived in this world and it was nice to finally be able to understand it and its traditions, even if he didn't agree with all of them. The sun had finally started to rise by the time he finished reading so he packed up his stuff and headed for the Forbidden Forest. He didn't have very far to go, he was just looking for a good spot for his task. When he happened upon one that satisfied him, he opened up his rucksack and pulled out three large books. He placed the books on the ground, stepped back, pulled out his wand and uttered one word:

"INCENDIO!"

Harry watched silently as the books given to him by the still mysterious benefactor burned to a crisp. Only when all three books were reduced to ash did he wipe away the tears running down his cheeks and walk back to the castle. As he stomped back inside he thought about the events that led up to what he just did. He thought about him and Neville setting off to find their friends yesterday expecting a joyous greeting only to be met with sad and helpless faces pouring over the Daily Prophet. He thought about a tearful Hermione cautiously telling him about the massacre on Privet Drive. About all the people who had been killed for the one simple reason that they lived on the same street he used to live on. He thought about the fact that he had known nothing about it. That those stupid finicky books had been showing him nothing but blank pages for days and now innocent people were dead.

He thought about why he had been given those books in the first place. That whoever had given it to him said that it was to open his eyes to those around him and what they really wanted from him. That he was being manipulated and needed to wise up if he wanted to save his World and the people that he loved. Then he thought about the fact that despite his godfather's best efforts they both still had no idea who had given him these books or how they could possibly even exist. He thought about how quickly he had trusted this man or woman even though he had no idea of their possible motives. He thought about how these books were supposed to fix things and save people but innocents were still falling victim to Voldemort even though he had books that could tell the bloody future! And when he had thought about all of those things he had come to one clear conclusion: burn the damn things.

So that's what he did and to be honest…

…it was the stupidest thing he had ever done! By the time Harry reached the entrance to the castle the veil of anger and grief that had gripped him since yesterday had lifted. He couldn't believe what he had just done! He just threw away his greatest edge in this war! He had known the outcome of every decision he had or would make! He had been able to save Sirius, get rid of Umbridge, end up in the reality where Ron's sickness was discovered in time and Sebastian found their way into their lives. AND HE THREW THAT AWAY!

By now Harry was stumbling up the staircase half hyperventilating. What had he done? Why had he done it? He didn't even think about it! He just decided to get rid of them and did! What was wrong with him? Since when-!"

"Mate?" A voice called out behind him.

Harry quickly got himself under control and turned around to face his best friend.

"Hey, Ron!" Harry forced out cheerily. "You're up early?"

Ron was looking at him strangely. "Yeah…I was hoping to catch you before you started this exercising thing. I…I was thinking I could join you…?"

"Really?" Surprise was written all over his pale face. "That would be great but are you sure you're up for it?"

Harry was doing a pretty good job at pretending to be okay but Ron wasn't fooled. "Yes, I brought it up and both Bill and Charlie said that it was a good idea, although Mum didn't agree." And Ron had brought it up. Harry and Neville spent so much time together nowadays and Ron was big enough to admit that it bothered him, but he was also big enough to not fall back into old habits and react like the jealous prick he used to be. He wanted to hang out with his best mate so he found a way to do so. "So the compromise is that we can exercise together as long I don't try to overdo it."

Ron said all of this self-assuredly but Harry still had his doubts. No matter how many times Sebastian and Ron insisted that he was fine and in perfect health, Harry couldn't get past how terrible Ron looked. There was no other way to put it, he looked emaciated. He had not one ounce of fat left on his lanky bones and he was practically swimming in his worn hand-me-down clothes.

Ron's face dimmed at the hesitant look on Harry's face but he couldn't really blame him. He knew he wasn't a pretty sight right now. "But…uh…we can talk about it later. What's going with you? You didn't look so good a moment ago."

Harry shrugged nonchalantly as they walked back toward his dorm together. "I just ran two laps around the Quidditch pitch. I was just exhausted and-"

"You don't have to lie to me, Harry," Ron said bluntly. "Or blame yourself for what happened in Surrey. The only one responsible is You-…Voldemort. This isn't your fault."

By then they had arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady and Ron braced himself for the usual rebuttal where Harry insisted that he was always at fault and must always take the blame. But Harry just turned to him and said, "I know exactly who is at fault here, mate. And I plan on making every single one of them regret it." With that Harry tossed the password at the Fat Lady and went inside, leaving behind Ron who was simply too stunned to follow.

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About a half hour later, Harry was showered, dressed and sitting quietly on his bed practicing his Occlumency. He had already practice this morning when he first woke up but he decided to practice again while he waited for-"

"Master!" Dobby shouted when he popped into the room.

"AHH!" Harry shouted before toppling over and off the bed. He landed very ungracefully to titters from his three roommates and squeals of concerns from Dobby and the Elves that he brought with him. They rushed towards him but Harry waved them off and dragged himself up with a groan.

"Master… Is now a good time?" Said Dobby hesitantly.

Harry dusted himself off. "Sorry Dobby, no. I was just waiting for the guys to get ready then we are headed down to breakfast but, ummm…how about quick introductions and then we can-?"

Harry stopped when he saw Dean shaking his head at him. "Mate, you should get this done. The Grand Master Plan hinges on these fine Elves. We'll save you some breakfast."

Neville grinned. "Besides since it seems you decided to take my advice and 'dress the part', you're gonna want to make an entrance."

Harry tried protesting but they all ignored him and filed out. When the door closed behind them Harry turned back towards seven pairs of large elven eyes.

"Well…I'm assuming Dobby told you all why you're here." Suddenly Harry was all business. "There are Death Eaters in Hogwarts. In my castle! And I need your help to protect the students. I'm telling you now that what I'm asking you is dangerous and if you don't want to do it I completely understand." Harry waited for a moment but Elves just continued to stare at him unblinkingly. "Okay, well I'm not sure how to go about this exactly…I never Bonded with an Elf before but-…wait, Dobby, you said you knew seven Elves that wanted to bond with me?"

"…Yes." Dobby replied, suddenly getting a little cagey.

"Then..." Harry said slowly. "Where is the seventh?"

"Master wanted seven Elves. Here are seven Elves." He chirped happily.

It suddenly dawned on Harry who the seventh Elf was and he didn't quite know what to say so he just said nothing. "Okay…so please tell me your names. I'm Harry Potter and you are…"

Harry pointed to an older, graying Elf with a drooping nose. He was wearing a dirty sweater that went down to knees. "I am Sobby." He answered in a voice so mournful that Harry could see how he got that name. "I am a Former Elf of House Malfoy and Dobby's Sire."

Harry's mouth dropped open. "Sire?! You're Dobby's father?!"

Dobby beamed in agreement but his father just looked at Harry with huge, sorrowful eyes.

"Okay…" Harry wanted more information but he was hungry and needed to wrap this up. "And you I know," Harry said to a sober Winky. She was dressed in clean clothes and standing straight and direct. She was clearly eager to be bonded to a family again.

The next Elf did not wait for Harry to call on her. "I'm Cully!" She said excitedly. "Cully is so excited to meet you, New Master!" She ran over and squeezed the legs of a surprised Harry. "New Master, this is Cully's nestmate, Sully!" She dragged a thin, bony male Elf over to Harry. The lanky Elf bowed regally to Harry but otherwise made no other move or sound. "And New Master, this is-!"

The Elf that Cully had tried to introduce cut her off. "Young lady, I am more than capable of introducing myself." The sixth Elf stepped forward. She was wearing a clean, modest brown dress and a pair of large matching slippers. "I am Anasia." She said in impeccable English. "I and my mate, Klaus," she nodded to the last Elf, "are Hogwarts Elves. The Master has asked us to aid you in your attempt to protect her children. So we will Bond with you as long as you treat us with the respect that all sentient beings deserve."

It was a short speech but Harry's mouth had dropped opened at least a dozen times. "I-I of course! I will treat you-, wait- The Master! Who is the Master? McGonga- No, wait, the Elves only refer to her as Headmistress. The Master is…Are you talking about Hogwarts!? Wait-…she asked you?!...Her children?! Are we her children?!...She speaks to you?!-"

Harry's babbling seemed to have no end so Anasia decided to get things back on track. "Mr. Potter," Anasia interrupted sternly. "Your breakfast awaits. I suggest we press on."

"I…of course…yes." Harry put on lid his questions for now. "So how exactly do we proceed?"

Klaus stepped forward and said in a soft, kind voice, "It is really quite simple, Master Harry. You clasp hands with us each individually and recite the Bonding Oath. It won't take very long at all."

Harry smiled back, "Thank you, Klaus. Uhh, so what is the Oath?"

Klaus chuckled, "You say 'I tibi anima et corpor, sub dispensatione. Coram me usque ad te ab hoc iuramento. So mote it be.'

Klaus was forced to repeat it a few times until Harry could say the Latin perfectly. When he finally had it down he clasped hands with each brave little Elf and one jubilant Dobby and recited the Oath to Bond them to him.

When finished he didn't waste time in handing them orders. "This is a very serious situation. Every teacher that Umbridge hired is a Death Eater and them being here means bad news for the school. Unfortunately, they can't be removed without proof of wrongdoing, but we can't wait around for them to provide that proof. I need them watched at all times. I need every secret entrance monitored. And the students that are the most vulnerable, the younger Years, the children of Voldemort's enemies, and pretty much everyone who is friendly towards me has to be protected."

Anasia was nodding along. "Yes, yes." She broke in. "You are absolutely right, Mr. Potter. These are our highest priorities."

Harry pressed on. "Anasia, I'm assuming you and Klaus know this castle better than anyone else. I need you both to come up with a plan for how to evacuate the most vulnerable students and how to best monitor certain staff members in and out of their quarters. Sully and Cully," Harry took out an old worn piece of parchment and recited the saying to incite the magic of the Marauder's Map. He handed this map to Sully. "Every secret entrance, room, and broom cupboard on this map has to be monitored. If these people go anywhere near them," Harry dug into his room robes for the list he had made with the names of everyone he felt could be a threat. Death Eaters in and out of the Castle, Death Eater sympathizers, their children, he even put Tom Riddle Jr. on the list, he was not messing around. He showed the list to them all and told them to memorize it, and then he destroyed it. "I want Cully to alert me while Sully alerts Headmistress McGonagall."

Harry looked towards Sobby's next. "Sobby on the Seventh Floor there is a room called the Room of Requirement. Do you know of it?" Sobby slowly nodded. "Great, in that room is something called a Vanishing Cabinet. I need that Cabinet to be Shrunk and discreetly moved to another location. Can you do a Shrinking Spell on a large magical object?" Once again Sobby gave him a slow nod. "Perfect, then during lunch, I will sneak away and meet you on the Seventh Floor."

"Dobby," Harry sang out and said Elf sprang to attention. "It is my understanding that Elves can handle financial transactions and such things in place of their Bonded Wizard." Harry refused to call himself their Master. "I need you to take this money," Harry took out the sack of Galleons that he had fished out of his loot box not two hours ago, "and buy the Vanishing Cabinet in Borgin and Burkes. It's the mate to the one here in Hogwarts. But besides that Dobby, I need you by my side, guarding my back. You've already saved my life once and done more for me than any friend should. There's no one I trust more." Dobby barely caught the last bit of Harry's speech because he was weeping so loudly and smothering himself in Harry's robes. Harry took that to mean that Dobby wanted the job.

Harry then turned on Winky, "Winky I have a very important job for you, the most important job. I need you to protect my friends, the Weasleys, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Dean, and Seamus. I can't be with all of them all of the time so I need to know that someone will be there to watch their back." Harry extracted himself from the vice grip Dobby had on his knees, knelt down and looked Winky directly in the eyes, "I'm not asking you, nor will I ever ask any of you to put your life on the line but I need to know that they will have some form of protection." Harry gently took one of Winky's hands. "Winky, I know you to be a brave and loyal Elf and I know that I can count on you for this task, but only if you are willing. What do you say?"

Winky was at a loss for words, to say the least. Never had a Master touched her in gentleness nor said such kind words to her. "I-It would be a pleasure to protect Master's friends." She said in a choked voice. Anasia watched this exchange silently and contemplatively.

Harry inclined his head to her. "Thank you. Thanks to all of you. I appreciate what you are doing. If you have any questions or concerns, please come to me anytime…anytime in private, that is."

Cully and Dobby grinned. Sully, Anasia, and Klaus nodded in acceptance of his thanks, and Sobby just continued to look like he would burst into tears at any moment. It was a happy Harry that strolled through the halls headed for the Great Hall. Things were finally moving forward!

He burst into the Hall filled with an immeasurable joy and didn't even blink when he became the focus of a silent Hall full of magicals. For a second he thought the attention was due to his expensive new dress robes and tousled, gelled hair but one look at the stage set him to rights.

McGonagall gave him her sternest look from her podium and Harry quickly skipped to his seat and filled up his breakfast plate while his friends shook their heads at him.

"As I was saying," The new Headmistress continued, "the following changes will be going into effect immediately. Now over the years, students have come to me with concerns and suggestions for improving student life. I want you all to know that I listened and seriously considered everyone, but while before I had no authority to put those suggestions into effect, that is no longer an issue now. One thing that multiple students have approached me about is the lack of sports. Only 28 students participate in Quidditch while the rest of the students only have the option to watch while they play. Well, that will no longer be the case."

A sudden excited energy filled the room. Minerva smiled inside instead of silencing them. Her eyes landed on Harry who was too busy shoveling food into his mouth to notice. She went on, "Now heed me; those students wanting to start a sports team will be responsible for its formation. You must bring to me an organized, detailed account of how the game is played and what materials, space, etc. are needed to play. I need to know how much time you need for practice and when those practices will be held. I will need effort and commitment from you." Dean was nodding along vigorously as though McGonagall was addressing him personally. "At the conclusion of my speech, a table will appear with the forms that you will need to fill out and the questions you will need to answer. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Headmistress!" The Hall shouted back in excitement. Everyone was abuzz, even the Slytherins. "Soccer!" "Football!" "Outdoor Wizard's Chess!" "Wandball!"

McGonagall let it go on for a moment before raising a hand for silence. When she got it she continued, "Another change that I must bring to your attention is the colloquially named Study Club." Harry looked up from his breakfast at the mention of this, worried that he might not like where this was going, until he saw the pinched, angry looks on the faces of Carrow, Rowle and the rest of the now-dubbed Death Teachers. Something told him that this would be very good news. "For henceforth this program will no longer be a school club-"

"What?!" "Why?!" "I thought you were going to listen to our concerns!" That last one, surprisingly, was said by Hermione, but Minerva paid the angry mumbling no mind and continued on as if there was no interruption.

"-it will now be a permanent part of the school curriculum." That statement immediately brought her a stunned silence that made her smile. "In the short time it has been in effect, we professors have seen a marked improvement in grades. We have seen students actively engaged in their work, asking great questions and going above and beyond to help their fellow students succeed. It has been a privilege to see and we want this to be a staple of Hogwarts." She barely got all of that out before the Hall erupted in cheers. She waited graciously for them to settle. "Of course this means that a few changes must be made. This program can no longer be run by a student as it now a part of the curriculum. Another change is that we have decided to expand it to include all Years," she waited again for the cheers to die down, "and we will be including subjects beyond the ones that are taught here. Now I am aware that it will be difficult to find student tutors for subjects that have never been taught here so I have seen fit to hire a few official tutors to help with that process. If you would stand up, Mr. Weasleys."

Harry spun around to stare at Ron who looked just as stunned as he was. Charlie and Bill, who had been covertly sitting at the Hufflepuff table waiting for Minerva to drop the bomb, now stood up with grins on their faces.

"Mr. Charlie Weasley has agreed to offer tutoring in Healing and would be a great source of information for those that are planning on a career in Dragon Training. Mr. Bill Weasley will be offering tutoring in the theory behind Curse-Breaking and Goblin Culture." They both bowed in thanks for the huge applause they received before taking their seats again.

"And while we are making introductions I wish to announce another Mr. Weasley." Minerva swept her hand out and Arthur Weasley stepped out of the room to the right of the stage and went to stand next to the podium. Minerva nodded at him and then turned back to her students. "One of the issues that students have brought to my attention over the years has been the topic of detentions and how haphazardly they are applied. One day speaking out of turn will only lose you points, the next day it will result in a month's detention. For one student, showing up late to class could mean an hour writing lines, but for another, it results in five hours cleaning cauldrons with no magic or protective gear." Minerva was still fuming about that one. Why Dumbledore ever let that Snape near her students she would never know! "That stops now." Once again Minerva had to wait for the cheering to stop. "From now on every offense will have a clear and reasonable consequence, a consequence that both students and professors will be aware of. For example, being late to class will result in an automatic loss of five points. Any fighting or roughhousing will see both parties with two weeks detention. No exceptions. There will be no more unequal punishments based on favoritism, or House, or Year."

This time the cheers were almost deafening, even the Slytherins joined in.

"And that, of course, brings me to why Mr. Weasley has been hired. He will now be overseeing all detentions and punishments. That means no more reporting to your professors for detention, you will report to Mr. Weasley's classroom from now on. He is here to ensure that we maintain the proper dignity and behavior befitting a member of Hogwarts. Thank you, Mr. Weasley." Minerva shook Arthur's hand and he made his way to an empty seat at the end of the Grand Table. The other students didn't quite know what to think about all of this but Harry and his friends knew that this was McGonagall's solution to one of their many problems. It just wasn't safe for innocent students to be trapped in 'detention' with one of the Professor Death Eaters.

But Minerva wasn't done dropping bombs on them just yet. "That course brings me to another matter. The issue of the point system and how haphazardly that too has been applied, and just like how every misdeed will now have a clear written consequence, now every good deed will have clear written rewards. You will now know exactly what you will receive for participating in class, assisting your fellow students, and going above and beyond to serve your school." This announcement resulted in more cheers and whooping and even an impromptu song from the Weasley Twins. Minerva held up a hand for silence. "But I cannot take the credit for this particular change. I'm afraid the thanks must be directed to your new Deputy Headmaster, Filius Flitwick."

To say that there was an uproar when Flitwick emerged out of the side chamber and onto the stage would be an understatement. It was full-blown pandemonium. The polite masks on the faces of Rowle, Yaxley, and Carrow broke for a second and Harry was able to see the hatred they held towards the cheery Goblin for a moment before the masks fell back into place. Three of the Four Houses sprang up, cheering and stomping their feet, while even the Fourth House couldn't resist a dignified applause. Goblin or not, he had always been a fair and kind teacher to every single one of his students. He graciously, and a little tearfully, accepted the applause and sat down.

Minerva waited patiently for silence once again which she quickly got. The students were eager to hear what else she had in store. "The last thing that I wish to bring to your attention is that since I have instituted a few changes to how this school will be run. It is only fair that you have something to refer to that will clarify any misconceptions and hopefully answer any questions you may have. So I have created a new student handbook which contains everything that I have mentioned today and more. Every student must collect this on their way out and read and sign it to show that they are aware of all changes. Thank you for your time. You are dismissed." With that she took her seat, ignoring the excited chatter from her students and the thinly veiled looks of disdain from the professors that she now knew to be enemies.

Harry was being pelted with questions by his friends as they walked over to the table with the new handbooks and sport forms but he ignored them, too busy grinning in happiness. For once, McGonagall hadn't let him down.

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Professor Yaxley slowly followed his colleague Selwyn out of the Great Hall, pausing only once to lock eyes with the troublesome Harry Potter.

Harry looked up from his circle of friends and shot back a bright smile that would have been met with a fierce scowl had Yaxley not stomped on it in time. Instead, Yaxley tried for a smile of his own before whispering quietly to Selwyn.

"The Master won't be pleased to hear about this."

Selwyn gave him a grave look. Not only was the Potter boy seemly unaffected by the slaughter of those disgusting muggles on Privet Drive but McGonagall was now an issue to contend with herself. She had proven herself to be a Blood-Traitor by daring to hire that creature as Deputy Headmaster, on top of these ludicrous changes she had instituted without so much as a by your leave from the Board of Governors or the Wizengamot.

Selwyn replied in an almost inaudible voice. "It's time that we act." He hissed. "Do what we came here to do."

"All in due time," Yaxley muttered before speeding away, not wanting to be seen his companion's company for too long.

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Harry waited until Yaxley was finished showing his teeth and turned his back before he shot a look of contempt at it.

"So what do you think about all of this, mate?" Ron said casually as he thumbed through the new student handbook.

"I think it's great, Ron!" Harry said loudly, noticing that a few students were very unsubtly trying to listen in and he wanted his support to be known.

Cho Chang abruptly stepped in front of him, not bothering to be subtle anymore. "So you don't care that you lost control of your precious Study Club?" She sniffed.

Harry wasn't surprised by the sudden attitude; he had been steadily ignoring her advances since school started. He wanted to be there for her but he wouldn't be a replacement for Cedric. "I admit I'm going to miss running it. I had a lot of fun being in charge but I started this Club to make things easier for all of us and I'm happy to see that it will last long after I've left Hogwarts."

McLaggen's voice suddenly rang out among the crowd. "What's with the get-up, Potter?! Did your rich GodFelon finally teach you how to dress?!"

Harry's friends all puffed up, ready to defend Harry and his Godfather, but they deflated when all Harry did was laugh.

"I admit I did get a few pointers from my friends." He said. "I realized that I represent House Potter and I wanted to portray myself just as noble as my line."

Daphne Greengrass, who had been making a show of looking over the sport form so that she could listen in, couldn't take it anymore and scoffed. "I'm surprised to hear you say something like that Potter!" She snapped. "You better be careful about trying to show respect to your heritage and Pure-Blood line or all these sheep might assume you're a Death Eater!"

The growing crowd suddenly erupted, with Daphne and the Slytherins on one side and most of the other Houses on the other. Harry swiftly got between them and held up both hands for quiet.

When they finally settled into angry grumbling, Harry said clearly, "I'm proud of who I am and where I come from. I'm proud to be the son of a Pure-Blood who didn't let society tell him who to befriend or who to love. I'm proud to be the child of a Muggleborn who saved me and this World by sacrificing her life for mine. I'm proud to be the son of James and Lily Potter and I will show that by representing their House the way they would have wanted me to." Harry looked at Daphne when he said this but he wanted the whole room to hear his message. "Being a Pure-Blood doesn't make you a bigot nor does being a Half-Blood or a Muggleborn make you inferior. It just makes you a person with magic. A person who has a choice to use that magic to better themselves and our World, or to use it to burn our World down with hate. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Blood-Traitor, Pure-Blood, Muggleborn! All those words mean nothing!" Harry didn't know when he started shouting but for some reason he was. "All that matters is the choices that you make every day." Harry's eyes locked onto Draco Malfoy's for a split second before sliding away. "What choice will you make?" He said into the silent room before stomping off and making an exit even grander than his entrance.

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