"Bye, guys. I'll be back over the summer." Harry called out, floating off the balcony. The last couple of days back home had been relaxing, though he kind of regretted the fact that he forgot to bring that cloak. Aunt Tempest would've had a field day messing with people.

"Later, Harry." Saitama waved. 'Let me know if you finally find that Voiderwort…"

"Voldemort, Sensei." Genos said.

"Right, him. Let me know if you find him. He still needs a punch!"

"I will, Uncle Saitama. Bye." Harry lifted up to a safe altitude, making sure he was over the skyline before taking off back towards Scotland.

As he disappeared into the distance, Fubuki nudged her sister. "Shouldn't we have told him we'd be there in a while to have a chat with that teacher?"

"Oh, yeah…" Tempest shrugged. "Ah well, he'll find out once we get there."

"Remember, you two. No permanent damage." Genos warned.

Aside from a dragon chasing at him for a moment while he was cutting across Austria, the trip was fairly uneventful. He was in sight of McGonagall's office window well before sundown, and slowed to a halt right at it. A peek in had her sitting at her desk, reading something that, from what he could see, involved a lady being friends with a fishman or something. It wasn't his thing, so he gave a quick knock on the window.

"Blasted birds." She muttered, turning around in her seat. "Why do they always-YAAHAA!" She shrieked and fell off her chair when she saw him floating less than three feet from her.

"You ok, Professor?"

"Smashing...Mr. Potter." She muttered before climbing to her feet, giving him an exasperated look as she did. "Given that at least you didn't seem to be trying to intentionally give me a heart attack." She unlocked the window to let him inside. "I take it your trip was enjoyable."

"It was pretty good. Uncle Saitama still thinks wizards can't lift, though."

McGonagall blinked. 'Why do I have the feeling that man just poked fun at us?'

Since most of the students were still out for the holidays, the place was a lot more quiet than normal. It didn't take long for him to find Ron in the great hall, polishing off a couple of gingerbread cookies.

"Hey, Harry." He called out, seeing the boy sit down. "When'd you get back?"

"Just a minute ago." He yawned. "Man...the time zone difference still gets me."

"So, what'd you do over there?" Ron glanced over, halfway expecting stories of fighting a giant monster or gang of criminals on par with Death Eaters.

"Checked out the local decorations, watched some cheesy christmas movies, had King and Silverfang see who could chug the most eggnog, and end up puking off the balcony." Harry shrugged. "The usual."

"O-oh." Ron replied, trying to think of a worthwhile followup to that.

The next few days were fairly uneventful; Hermione got back after a week or so with her parents, and for some reason, seemed interested in researching the Philosopher's Stone.

"It just seems intriguing." She responded in defense of her choice. "I mean, the Flamels, the ones who created it, have both lived over six hundred years thanks to the stone. Just the idea of how it works would be a researcher's dream!"

"It turns stuff into gold and lets you live forever." Harry responded. "Seems kinda cut and dry."

"That's the function, but I'd love to learn what inspired them to research it in the first place! Where did they start? Was it painstaking over years, or just a string of trial and error? That's what I want to figure out!" The excitement ended in a sigh. "That's what I wish at least, but records of it are either lost, locked away, or just plain forgotten."

"'Fraid you can't always get what you want." Harry said. "Like to get the first three parts of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, but ordering is pricey…"

Ron looked at Hermione, hoping for a little clarification to that. "Who's 'Jojo'?"

Hermione shrugged.

The trio descend into general discussion of things before long, not knowing a couple of visitors were walking up the path to the main entrance.

Dumbledore was looking through reports when the wards virtually smacked him between the eyes with a warning that someone powerful had just forced the main doors open.

He was then smacked again - make that TWO someones. "Sweet merciful Merlin, what's going on!?" Without a second thought, he rushed out of his office. By the time he reached the entrance, he could see the doors were still intact (thankfully) though still hanging open.

"Oi, you Dumbledore?"

What he didn't expect to see were the interestingly dressed ladies standing there. Or the fact the smaller of the two was floating.

"Um, yes. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of this fine school." He chuckled weakly, still reeling from the wardslap. "W-what brings you ladies here?"

The smaller one started to say something, but the other woman cut her off. "Easy, sis." She gave her a look. "Harry may have mellowed you, but your people skills still suck." She smiled at him. "Sorry. I'm Fubuki, and is my sister, Tempest."

"Ah, lovely to meet you." He replied. "Now what...I-I'm sorry, would that be Tempest and Fubuki as in 'Harry Potter's unofficial aunts'?"

"That's right." Tempest replied, arms crossed impatiently.

"Right, just wanted to be - oh, bollocks!" He whined once it finally sat in. These were the two who considered the soul fragment in the boy's scar, a bloody piece of VOLDEMORT'S SOUL, 'residue'. Two of the people who had a hand in making mayhem incarnate out of an eleven year old…

AND THEY WERE IN THE SODDING CASTLE! It took most of his one hundred-plus years to keep from screaming and/or wetting himself right then. "Oh...yes...lovely. M-May I ask what brings you here?" 'Please oh please let it just be to admire the architecture!'

"We're to have a word with your potions 'teacher'." Tempest replied, managing to make 'teacher' sound as rude as 'utter, hobknocking gobshite'

"Oh...um…" Now it was at this point, a small part of him that, despite how much an arse Snape was, still respected the man. This part was hollering for him to try and talk them out of this. Using magic or otherwise to make them leave.

That part had its knackers promptly kicked in by his common sense. "I-I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that trying to talk you out of it is out of the question."

"You assumed right." Fubuki replied.

"Even...even if I said please?"

"No." They both replied.

"Right...Um, even if I added that my only available options for replacing him are far worse?"

The two sisters whispered something between themselves until Tempest shrugged. "All right…we'll leave him alive."

"And in one piece...please? 'Poppy would never stop telling me 'I told you so' if she had to reattach his bits!'

"We'll think about it." Fubuki answered him.

Dumbledore sighed. "Fair enough." 'What in Morganna's tangled pubic thatch made me think hiring that man was a smart thing?' He gave them directions for the quickest route to the dungeons, flinching a little at the glare he got for adding that.

Watching as the two women marched - or in Tempest's case, floated - their way to the dungeons, Albus hoped no one was around to see him shakily wipe his brow. "He's more than likely to be insufferable after this...but I don't care. It's his own ruddy fault." He spun on his heel and briskly walked back to the safety of his office. "Better you than me, my boy."

Common Sense and Self-Preservation enjoyed a cold one together.