Foresworn

XXII: Hogsmeade Hijinks

For Harry and Neville, training a large class of fifty students between the ages of eleven and seventeen was an utter ballache. It was hard to tell who was going to be a decent fighter and who was going to be a 'councilman'. Or fucking useless as Harry would say in private.

However, Dean and Seamus after surviving Harry and Neville's 'initiation week' where they used every technique, skill and spell to scratch the duo, had become relied upon to an extreme degree.

*Saturday First Training Session*

"How many of you signed up because Harry Potter said he was willing to train you? How many of you signed up because you're thinking that this is going to be something you can come and go as you please? Also how many of you are below the age of fifteen?"

From those three questions nearly thirty people raised their hands. Harry spoke "You gain metaphorical points and my respect for your honesty. You also lose points for thinking that this is going to be a simple club. For those under fifteen, I'm sorry for the real reason I'm offering to train people…I don't feel comfortable sending anyone under fifteen years of age into the slaughter."

That stilled everyone "What slaughter?" This came from Susan Bones; Harry looked her up and down, Susan was cutting a mighty fine figure nearly resembling Velvet, but slightly more buxom "Everyone hear about those monsters that Neville and I dealt with in Diagon Alley?"

Susan nodded "I think everyone has…" She paled "You're training us to fight those things."

"Close. Less fight more kill, I won't lie Susan; Neville and I are here to clean up the Wizarding World by blade and bullet."

The quiet murmurs stopped "You're training us to kill Death Eaters and Monsters." Hannah declared.

Harry nodded "You're free…"

Susan looked Harry in the eye, piercing blue glared at silver and red "I don't know if you know, but my Aunt was murdered this Summer. I want in."

Harry nodded "This is going to suck. You will ache, you will hurt. Most importantly you're going to hate our guts."

The remaining twenty students nodded "We know."

Seamus took over "Let's get started."

(Time skip to November)

The training over the weekend lasted four hours. So far with only sixty odd hours of training the effects had a miraculous effect.

It turned out that those sixty hours was going to be an utter deal breaker on November the 21st. Harry and his trio of Huntspersonnel had dismissed training in time for the hopefuls to grab breakfast and get changed before heading to the quaint little town of Hogsmeade.

The main length of Hogsmeade High Street was about three to four kilometers long, with lavish shop/residence buildings, in the form of decadent two storeys, unfortunately a front garden was not on the cards. A back garden could be possible.

There were Scrivenshafts, Three Broomsticks, Zonko's, and Honeydukes as four of the main buildings on the High Street. There was towards the end of the high street a small white marble Gringotts. There were various bookstores, clothing shops but nothing too mainstream.

Harry had just left a local butcher, both hands carrying a gigantic scotch egg; from a giant chicken, he also had a bag of chicken chunks; ever since he'd come back from Remnant, his love of chicken rivalled his love for Velvet. "You couldn't have gone one more week?" Neville demanded.

Harry swallowed his mouthful of scotch egg "I'm sorry?"

"You cost me sixty galleons...prick."

"Cunt. I'm worth more than 60 Galleons."

"You're right, and a Knut. 60 Galleons and a Knut. Happy now?"

"Tremendously...now, let's find a place to have a drink."

"I know of a…" Neville began before at the end of the high street exploded into flames, send broken glass, wood, flames and smoke into the air. Followed by the unmissable rotten apple-green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.

Some of the passersby, who'd seen Harry paled. Harry turned to them "Find the Third, Fourth Year students and floo them to the School. I don't give a flying fuck if you have to hog-tie the inept store owners. Your sole job is to get the Third and Fourth years OUT of this shitstorm."

One of the elderly wizards nodded "We will Mr. Potter, and what by chance, do you intend to do about them?"

Harry's smile was one of too many teeth "They die. Either in combat or squealing to the chopping block or hanging…haven't yet decided."

The old wizards eyes hardened "You're taking the fight to them? If so, give them a hiding from me. They murdered my little girl…"

Harry nodded "Neville, rally the posse. It's time to earn our keep."

Neville nodded and pulled out his hammer. With that the two huntsmen headed towards the noise.

(Seamus, Dean, Hannah and Susan)

These four were the closest to ground zero, which happened to be a bar by the name of 'Cracked Eggs'.

The four of them had hit the floor as the shock wave from the explosion caught them off guard. As they slowly came around, Seamus found himself looking down the wand of a Death Eater. "Cru…" The Death Eater started to say when Seamus maneuvered his broken wand-arm with his wand towards the Death Eater. The words unknown to him sang like a siren song "Inflammara Totalum!" a pillar of fire surged forwards, the wannabe murderer managed to avoid the spell at the cost of his mask.

"Marcus Flint, right? Time for you to meet your maker." Seamus pressed his assault and contrary to Flints belief, Seamus wasn't firing stunners. Despite the boys broken arm, Seamus was able to move his wrist; it was agony, it was like an injection with liquid napalm being injected into his veins. But the pain made his bludgeoning curses all that more dangerous.

The first one smashed through Flints shield like a tennis ball through a window. The second caught Marcus Flint in the testicle, Flint dropped his wand allowing for Hannah to surprisingly grab a stray brick and slam the brick with a sickening thud into their former peers head. "You were taking too long. Harry told us to never play with our opponents; 'we're not complete savages.'"

"Do we have to kill her? I mean she is of good stock." Dean heard as he slowly woke up.

"Her Aunt injured our Master when he went to end that infernal family, personally. We better kill…Lucius, did you kill that mudblood" "Lucius Malfoy, sorry Harry, it seems we can't execute that one like a dog. Doesn't mean we can't fuck his day and life up."

Dean was rolling to his feet, he jumped up. Lucius had barely managed to turn when Dean's foot caught the Blonde in the gut. Malfoy staggered, Dean grabbed Malfoy senior and booted him in the solar plexus, then the ribs. Grinning as he felt the cartilage give under his kicks then with a smirk that would have made Harry proud; Dean effortlessly dislocated Malfoys wand arm and shattered said arm.

Malfoys partner had no chance as Susan, created a magical rope and messily and accidentally snapped the man's neck. "Anyone know how to message patronus?"

"DEAN! LOOK OUT!" Susan screamed, Dean dived to the left as Susan's three bone-crusher curses connected solidly with a bear-like creature. The creatures skull and fore-legs broke and it turned into black ichor. "What the fuck…"

Dean grimaced "You just killed an Ursa. One of the many types of Grimm…not that impressive as its a common type of Grimm. But impressive you took it on by yourself."

"That really doesn't make me feel any better. Okay, what other types of 'Grimm' are there? How common are they?"

Dean smiled "I only know of four types. Ursa, Beowolves, Boarbatusks and Sabyrs."

Susan nodded "I'm guessing they look exactly as their names suggest? Now is there anything else I need to know?"

"Externally magically resilient to varying degrees. That one must have been rather young considering I've seen one shrug off Dumbledore's blasting hexes. They still die like any creature if you can get a spell into its mouth. They're weak to physical strikes and the elements, according to Harry; they have the capacity and capability to learn and adapt."

Meanwhile Seamus and Hannah were having a similar conversation. "You get paid to do this? I'm in, I'm in to hunt these things especially if I can physically look this good." Hannah said.

Seamus smirked as he lit a Creeper on fire "Have no idea what that is, better get a pic...or better yet actually ask Harry what types of Grimm exist."

Meanwhile behind them, Hogsmeade had descended into hell.