Chapter 35: Crime and Punishment..?
"Ronald Billius Weasley!" Ginny gasped, "Watch your language!"
"Watch my language?" Ron bellowed as his face took on an unhealthy shade of mauve, and he glared at the young witch, "How dare you! You slut!"
"WHAT?" The Pack growled as they stood up defensively.
Neville moved closer to his sister. His body tense, ready to jump in front of the young witch if the other redhead attacked.
"Stay out of this, Squibb!"
This caused the other students at the table to gasp in shock, even though it was an accepted belief among the House of Lions that the timid wizard was more akin to a Squibb than an actual wizard, none of them would actually call the brunette a 'Squibb'. But they did nothing to stand up for their timid Housemate, save for sit there and watch.
The professors were dazed by the sudden argument between the two siblings but remained seated in place while the Headmaster watched curiously as to what could make one of his pawns to break decorum and if he could possibly use it to his advantage.
Neville just stood tall as he dared the red-haired male to attack.
Ron just spat at the usually timid youth before returning his heated face on his younger sibling.
"You little slut! How dare you sully my good name?" Ron accused as he took a menacing step forward.
Neville instinctively stepped in front of his sister, who glowered at the redhead wizard.
Mina suddenly stepped back as fear racked her body. She had never seen such violence nor hatred in the redhead wizard before, not even during the summer.
Luna, meanwhile, was restraining her Third Eye from revealing itself in her anger. And although she kept her Eye hidden, her magik reached out and caused all the silverware to violently tremble and warp.
"Sully your good name?" Ginny retorted. "You, first, have to have a good name, Ronald! Which you don't!"
"Why you little whore!" Ron yelled, "I turn my back away from you for a second and you immediately spread your legs for Death Eaters!"
"WHAT?" Ginny paled while the others were boggled at the outlandish accusations.
Ron saw Neville drop his guard in shock at the redhead's proclamation as he rushed forward with his cast arm raised high to strike the girl down.
Neville suddenly realized Ron's charge as he attempted to push Ginny away and prepared himself for the blow.
It never came.
There was a scream of terror from one of the other tables.
Neville was sprawled on top of his sister, using his body to protect her's.
Luna and Mina called out to their brother and sister as the two on the ground looked up and spotted four dainty black booted paws approach them.
Neville knew of only one person, who had such paws, and he sighed in relief.
"Sirius." Neville whispered as he slowly stood up.
Sirius mewled his response before returning his attention to his Lord and Brother.
Neville followed his gaze and was not at all surprised by what he saw. Neville helped Gin to her feet and stepped back, in case Harry decided to flip his prisoner onto his back… At least, the redhead would land on the stone ground rather than on them.
Harry stood before everyone, regal as any noble man. He held in his hand Ron's cast arm. His grip was goblin-tight as Ron struggled in vain to free himself. Harry then tightened his grip again, crushing the protective cast-casing and squeezing the tender flesh. Ron paled at the pain and realization of Harry's strength.
"Ronald," Harry simply said as he stared at the redhead, "care to explain."
"Fuck you!" Ron yelled, "This doesn't concern you!"
"Oh?" An elegant brow arched, reminiscent to Severus arching a brow.
"Yes!" Ron shrieked as Harry squeezed again, signaling his disagreement.
"You were going to hit our sister, Ronald." Harry stated rather than asked.
"She's not yours!" Ron growled, "She's mine to do as I please! You have no fucking family!"
Ron gave out another horrifying scream, much akin to a pig to the slaughter, as he felt his bones being crushed.
"She is equally my sister as she is yours." Harry proclaimed, ignoring everyone as they watched the drama unfold.
"No! She's mine! You bastard!" Ron screamed, "I can do with her as I please! I am her brother!"
"No." Harry calmly countered.
"Yes! That whore sullied my name!"
Suddenly Ron's eyes rolled to the back of his head as Harry squeezed again, effectively breaking Ron's arm… again.
"MR. POTTER!" The Headmaster bellowed, but Harry ignored him as he whispered the Eniverate charm, which brought Ron back to consciousness.
"No one has the power or ability to sully your name, Ron, save for yourself." Harry calmly stated as he stared at the trembling rodent before him.
"Fuck you!" Ron spat out between clenched teeth as spittle drooled down the teen's ashen-grey face.
"MR. POTTER!" Dumbledor roared again, sending out his outrage through his Thrall.
It held no affect on the half-demon teen.
"I rather not, ita-mu."
Ron, for a desperate moment, forgot about his pain as he tried to punch the raven-haired teen but quickly learned that there was a new level of pain of which he had never experienced until now.
With a simple twist of his wrist, Harry brought the sniveling mangy lion even lower on his knees.
The demon within wanted to show this pathetic flesh of mortal that he was Alpha and that he was to be obeyed. /Submit! Male submit!/ The beast growled deep within Harry's soul. And as the beast howled its demand, Harry wanted nothing more than to beat the redhead to a bloody pulp for daring to call their sister a whore and for daring to strike her. Harry was of the opinion and belief that unless a female was fighting you or trying to kill you, one should never raise a hand against a female, especially a female-kin.
"That's enough, Potter." A cool voice drawled over the lull of the bloodlust.
Instead of finding himself in the haze of a blood rage, Harry instantly found his senses focusing on the sweet scent of orange blossoms and the soothing baritone burr. Harry took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the calming scent of his nakam-cius.
"MR. POTTER! RELEASE MR. WEASLEY THIS INSTANT!" Dumbledor ordered, not realizing that it was his slave, who reached the rebellious miscreant in his daze.
It was then that Harry realized the Headmaster's presence. Although still clutching to Ron's twice broken arm, Harry glared over his shoulder. Suddenly his emerald green orbs narrowed as his sensitive nose picked up an odd scent coming off the Headmaster. A scent he had noticed before. It was a sickly sweet odor and yet at the same time rotten. It was such an odd scent that for a moment, Harry forgot about the redhead wizard and focused entirely on the ancient wizard. There was something amiss about the Headmaster, and it was not just now that Harry noticed. It was also during the entire summer. There was something… off about the old man that Harry could not place it, and it was irritating the young demon Lord, like an annoying itch between the shoulder blades… one moment gone, and the next, there… out of reach. Harry mentally frowned at the thought. Well, if I can't reach it then maybe someone else can. The young Lord thought as he stepped away from the whimpering mass that was Ron.
Several Gryffindor professors rushed over to Ron's aide while trying to give the raven-haired wizard a wide berth.
Ron looked up and gave the other teen a weak glower to which Harry snorted in disgust. He had seen half dead Death Eaters give better glares.
"A word of advise…" Harry's voice was empty, devoid of life and emotions, "Keep hiding behind the Headmaster's skirt, Scabbers… that is if you wish to live."
"HAROLD JAMES POTTER!" Dumbledor bellowed, "THAT IS ENOUGH!"
Harry just stared at him with cool indifference. He was going to learn the old man's secret, and he was going to bring an end to the Headmaster's 'benevolent' tyranny.
"POTTER!" The Headmaster screamed when Harry turned around, dismissing the older man as if he was nothing more than a mere servant.
"Potter…" That sweet voice burred quietly, catching the teen's attention better than any shout.
Harry glanced over his shoulder again and saw his nakam-cius give a bare nod. Harry understood what Severus was trying to convey, and he did not like it. He did not want to stay and 'pretend' to submit to the old fool's will. He did not want to stay and 'pretend' to be the Boy-Who-Lived. With a slight twitch of his nose, Harry focused on the old man, silently demanding for the Headmaster to get on with it.
"DETENTION! AND SUSPENSION FROM CLASSES!" Dumbledor decreed, which caused a cascade of gasps and murmurs of shock and surprise. "UNTIL YOU CAN CONTROL THAT TEMPER! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU NEAR THE STUDENTS!"
Harry's eyes glowed in anger.
"Now, you care about the students' well-being? Or is it because he's a Gryffindor?" Harry jeered, "Lest not forget that a First Year was physically attacked and injured and yet you will do nothing about it..."
Suddenly the students' mumblings became louder as color drained from the Headmaster's face. Harry just smirked then mockingly bowed.
"I will accept my punishment." Harry purred then turned and left the Great Hall.
Immediately the Pack trailed behind their Alpha. As Luna was the last one to walk past the threshold, she turned around with her wand at the ready.
"Accio Timetables!" The petite blonde hummed as several scrolls flew from various professors to her awaiting hand, and as she disappeared into the dark corridor, the Great Doors slammed shut with a thunderous roar.
Translations:
Accio (Latin) - Come
Eniverate (Latin) - Revive
ita-mu (youma-lingua) - weasel
nakam-cius (youma-lingua) - intended, mate before being officiated