Godfather and Godson

by Mark Ward1

Sirius Black was always said to be a playboy. What if he taught his godson a bit of his trade. A more mature and savvy boy-who-lived heads off to Hogwarts for his fourth year. (Harry X Multi, Lemons)

12. Twelve

(Volume 2) Chapter 51: Hogwarts Express

Walking through the hallway of the train as Harry looked for an empty compartment, he saw that all of them seem to be occupied. It seems like the late bird gets none of the worms.

With a sigh, he opened the dozenth sliding door hoping that this time he did not run into a couple making out or someone doing a dangerous experiment and hopefully not masturbating- that was a sight he could do without or the rest of his life.

Just like all the others, this one was occupied too by three students, immediately he spotted their black and green colors and knew that they were Slytherins.

"Sorry," he said as he was about to close the door behind but one of them called out, "Harry, Harry Potter, right?"

"Yes," he said as he turned around to face the only boy in the compartment box, he was tall, slim, dark of skin with high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes. All around a pretty boy, he would say.

"Blaise, right," he said as he was able to pull out the name from his head. "Blaise Zabini of House Zabini, a Countess House from Italy if I am to be correct."

It was rare to see a Great Wizarding House travel to another land, but it happened for a variety of reasons whether to set up a side branch, to get away from one conflict or another, or just to find more greener pastures. Plus New houses were always welcomed as it brought in great blood to the old houses.

"You sure do know your houses, huh?" the boy asked with a smile as they shook hands and Harry noticed that he held on a bit too long to feel any comfortable.

"Yes," he said as he just waved it off as the boy trying to get a feel for him. There is a lot you can learn about from reading someone's aura, it's a nice handy little trick.

"Mind if I take a seat?" he asked as they seem to be warming up to him and at this point, he imagined that he would never find an empty compartment.

"Sure," one of the two girls spoke up, she was a lean, athletic person with light brown hair coming up to her shoulders, steel grey eyes, and fair smooth skin. She had the usual tomboyish feel about her as she looked like a real spitfire. "That if you do not come with your usual Gryfindor arrogance."

"Tracey Davis, correct, of the Viscount House of Davis!"

"Yes that would be me," she said with an eye roll.

Chuckling, he smoothly took hold of her hand and lightly pressed a kiss on the back of it. "I would never dare to assume much in front of such a lovely lady like you," he declared as he held eye contact with her.

"A charmer," she said with a grin, as her other friend, he would assume so, just snorted in contempt. "Who would have ever known the boy-who-lived was such a sweet talker?!"

"Well there is a lot you do not know about me," he said with a wink which had the effect he was looking for as a blush crept up her face.

"I don't mind one bit," Blaise added as he bite his lips, "I love it!"

"Aaa, it looks like you got Zabini very interested in you," Tracey uttered with a barking laugh.

Giving the pretty boy a wary look, he stated in his most respectful tone as so as not to offend him, "Sorry, but I am only interested in the opposite gender."

With a melancholy sigh, "Sad! You look very tasty and I would have loved to have taken a bite out of you."

Trying his best to move on to other subjects as he felt like he sweated a bucket and dodged a bullet, he turned to the last occupant of the compartment and greeted her. "And you be Daphne Greengrass of the great Earl House of Greengrass."

She was blonde of haired nearing almost snowy white which reached all the way to her back, with supple smooth skin, a lithe willowy figure, full lips, dainty nose, high prominent cheekbones, and emerald green eyes the same color as his.

All in all, she looked like a real-life princess, that has decided to grace us more peasants.

Sniffing as she did not give him the time of her day, she turned her head away from not even allowing him to touch her. But he took no offense and even if he did there would be no way he would show it, she was of equal standing to him plus most importantly of all her family headed the Grey Faction.

A circle he would need to be on his side if he wants to win the coming war.

"No wonder they call you the Ice Princess of Slytherin," he exclaimed continuing on as if she did not snub him.

"Don't call me that," she finally voiced as she deigned to look at him with hard eyes.

Ignoring her demand since that was what it was, he carried as if he did not hear her, "Ahh, I heard tale about you, your beauty outclasses all girls, your look send shivers and desire, your words are a cold winter breeze and the singsong of birds, your..."

"ENOUGH!" she shouted which had her friends as still as statues while he on the other hand was grinning like a champ.

Noticing that she lost control of her cool, icy persona she quickly schooled her face back to the frosty facade. "Do whatever you wish," she said as she tried to get control back of the situation.

"It seems like I got under the skin of the Ice Princess herself," he declared triumphantly, and he could have sworn he heard the grinding of teeth. "Now who can say they have that kind of accomplishment."

"Not many," Blaise said with a chuckle, "if I hadn't known any better than I would imagine she is warming up to you."

"Not funny, Zabini," Tracey uttered as she rested her hand on her friend's shoulder and whispered to her. Shaking the hand of, Daphne turned away, clearly wanting to be left alone.

"Come on," Blaise said, "it was a bit funny."

Giving him a hard glare, Blaise immediately decided it was best to shut up, then she turned the look towards him.

"What?" Harry asked as he made an open-handed gesture and put on a look of pure innocence. Seeing that he wasn't getting anywhere with the cutesy innocent look, he sighed and turned to look at Daphne.

"I am sorry, I should have not pushed your buttons and consented to your request," he apologized but nevertheless he had want he wanted. As Sirius put it so eloquently, if you can't get a girl's attention- get her wrath that would put you in their head for a long time afterward.

Saying nothing on the subject any more, Blaise took that as his chance to cut in, "Alright, are we good now? We gave the muggle apologies and everything."

"Ahh, I can stay mad at you for so long," Tracey said with a murmur, "if only you weren't so handsome I would be..."

"So I am curious to know," Blaise asked as he took out a Mirror Phone 1 Plus, "did you really invent this like all the papers say?"

"Who me?" he asked in fake surprise, "No, it was my family's researchers that built it."

"Really?" Tracey spoke up and then they began to converse, talking about anything and everything. He never imagined that this would be coming out of his mouth, but who knew hanging out with Slytherin would be fun.

Maybe it was Draco that arrogant little prance fool that ruined the image of Slytherin for him, but he enjoyed his time with them. After a while, the trolly witch came by and they bought an assorted amount of sweets and cakes.

As they were munching away and having a good time, it seems like the universe wanted to cut things short as their door slid open.

Draco Malfoy had appeared in the doorway. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his enormous, thuggish cronies, both of whom appeared to have grown at least a foot during the summer.

"Daphne, my dear," he said with an exaggerated bow.

"She isn't your dear, leave Malfoy," Tracey growled out on behalf of her friend.

"Nobody was speaking to you, half-blood," he spat out which had her flinching back.

"You gave a problem with half-bloods, Malfoy?" Harry asked coolly as he gave the boy the sharpest glare he could muster. That seem to have done the trick as it had all three of them, recoiling back with a hint of fear as they must have caught something real dangerous in his eyes.

"Don't remember asking you to join us, Malfoy, so why don't you run along, huh?" he demanded of him as if he was a petulant child not worth his time.

Perceiving the slight, he immediately went red in the face, "What are you doing here Potter?"

"What can I not hang around pleasant company?" he asked with a snort. "Unlike what I could say about yours," he stated as he eyed the two brutes behind him.

Harry never knew that it could have been possible for someone to go even redder as the arrogant brat couldn't hold himself back and shouted, "As if I would want to hang around the likes of you, Potter."

"What's that supposed to mean, Malfoy?" Blaise demanded, Harry already knew the thoughts inside of his head like the back of his hand. The punk was just a simple-minded fool once you got to know him, a mouth piece of his father's ideologies that he keeps to himself which the idiot wasn't wise enough to do.

Ignoring the question, he gave them an imperious look while not giving Tracey the time of his day, "I can't even believe that you would socialize with the likes of him."

"Yeah, yeah, we get it Malfoy, you are a racist piece of trash," Harry said with an eye roll, "would you like to wear it around your head?" he asked as he had his wand out quick as flash.

Unable to hold her laughter, Tracey let out a sweet giggle, it seem like only she understood the term.

"What's that suppose to mean?" he asked, knowing that it was an insult but unable to make heads or tails of it while he took a step back from his wand in his hand as if it was a gun which it basically was in this world.

"Don't worry," he said with a grin as he silently cast a Blackboard Writing Spell on his forehead with RACIST in bold letters. Thanks to Sirius's very extensive drilling, he picked up this little useful skill and could just say the words in his mind. That had a lot of practical uses like having the element of surprise on his side since the person could parcel out what he was doing and he could be very sneaky like right now.

"Don't make me have a word with daddy dearest, alright." he uttered, "Shoo, you aren't wanted here."

Looking hesitant at the mention of his father, he still milled around not wanting to listen to him but also fearful of his father. What broke the camel's back was Daphne who finally spoke up, "You heard him," she said with an imperious sniff, matching him haughtiness inch for inch, "Leave!"

Giving them all a glare, at long last, he left with his two minions at his heel and Zabini shouting taunts behind his back.

"Thank you," Harry said with a nod.

"I didn't do it for you," she uttered, too shy to accept the appreciation in his opinion.

"Still it's the effort that counts," he said with a grin, "so thank you!"

Nodding her head briskly, she spun around to look outside the window, giving her her space, he turned to face Tracey.

"Hey its alright if your a half-blood, I am one too and I think its better than being a stiff back pure-blood."

"Hey," Blaise shouted in mock offense.

"Yea, I guess we have a certain perspective into both worlds," she said with a grin.

"Yep, and yes minority need to stick together," he voiced as he gave her hand a squeeze.

"Thanks," she said with a nod and a smile, "I will make sure to jump into your waiting arms like a swooning maiden."

"Now that doesn't sound too bad," the Italian wizard commented.

"Indeed, not bad at all," she spoke under her breath as she gave his body a once over.

Chuckling as he got up, he announced, "we are almost there at Hogwarts why don't I change clothes," he said as they were already in their house robes.

"Well there is no way we are leaving," Blaise declared.

"Yea, so you're left with no choice but to strip in front of us," Tracey added as even Daphne turned to glance over.

"Not going to happen if you guys aren't going to return the favor," he said as he took out one of his Acromantula silken robes. Then with just a quick spell, his muggle clothing was in his hands and his robes were on.

"Come on," Blaise said in disappointment, "I would have done the trade any second, right Tracey?"

Blushing a bright red, she stuttered out, "I don't know... if I would have... exactly done that... per say."

Putting his clothing away into his trunk and putting it below him under his seat for the house-elves to pick up, he could feel the train slowly stopping in the station as students started to pile out of their compartments.

Coming out to the slowly falling rain, he spotted a very familiar bussy brown hair up ahead, and turned to his group. "Hey, its been fun hanging out with you guys, want to do it another time maybe?" he asked.

"A Gryffindor and some Slytherins hanging out, what would the school think?" Tracey asked in a scandalized tone.

"I don't care what they think, I'm the boy-who-lived let's see what they can say about me, anyways I consider you guys friends, if the feeling is mutual."

"Same," Blaise voiced, "and I do not think that because you are handsome. I can still think them both.

"Yea, you aren't so bad as a Gryffindor," Tracey said with a shrug.

Then turning to look at Daphne, she gave them a 'What the fuck do you want' look, but seeing that they were still expecting an answer, she said with a sigh, "I guess having the new Lord of the Earl house of Potter as a friend isn't too bad."

"Yes," he said with a exaggerated fist pump, "got the approval of her highness, herself."

Laughing all around, he finally decided to call in a farewell, "Alright, hang in there, guys," he said, 'I will see you around."

Giving him waves and goodbyes, he made his way through the packed crowd of students. Before long he was upon the figure he spotted, "Hey, Hermione," he greeted his best friend.

Spinning around, she gazed up at him and exclaimed, "HARRY!" as she gave him a tight grip hug. Returning it as he smelled her wonderful scent, he broke away and before he could get anything out of his mouth, she spilled out.

"Oh, Harry I read the newspaper, is it true what they say? I knew you should have been taken away from those animals, are you hurt, who are you staying with right now? Did you eat properly? You continued with your studies, you finished your summer assignments?"

"Hey, hey, hey," he said as he tried to slow her down, "I can only answer so few at a time."

Ignoring his comment, she gave him another hug as he could hear the break in her voice, "Why didn't you tell me, Harry? I would have spoken to my parents? They would have gotten the authorities involved. Did you not trust me, were you afraid? I should teach those savage animals a lesson!"

"I am alright, Hermione," he tried to comfort her, but she was having none of it as she gave him a thorough check up nearly stripping him of his robes.

"Hey," he cut in with a grin, "if you are going to strip me naked why don't we do it some were private, huh? I am sure I can show you every nock and crany of my body from you inspection."

Blushing until her cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes, she lightly shoved him, "Harry," she said in her bossy tone, "you should know better."

"Hey, I am not the one who tried to remove my clothes, you could have just told me and I would have gladly given you a strip tease."

"Oh, where did you learn all that stuff? It like you where hanging around a degenerate scoundrel all summer long," she said with a shake of her bushy hair.

Far away back at the Black Family home, Sirius gave a sneeze as he looked around trying to spot the person that just spoke of him.

Chuckling out loud, Hermione gave him a light slap on the wrist, "that not funny, Harry," she said.

"It just that swear it was like you were talking about the man I was living with," he said as he wiped away at the tear at the corner of his eye.

"Your not joking," she said as she had a scandalized and very horrified look on her face.

"Let's get on a carriage first," he said, "I can tell you all about it on the ride."

Holding his hand out as they come to one that sem to be empty, "My lady," he said as he offered to help her up.

"At least you have learned some manners over the summer," she said with a smile grin as she took his offered hand.

"O, I can promise you that's the least of what I learned," he said as he gave her a suggestive look.

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Chapter 52: Welcoming Feast

"So that what I have been doing all summer," he concluded with as he sat back in his seat and enjoyed the pleasant ride as the Thestrals pulled the carriage ever closer to Hogwarts.

"I... I just can believe that you did all that. And Professor Dumbledore... how could he? Isn't he the leader of the light, the greatest wizard of the century! Why? No, how?!"

"All questions I do not know," Harry answered with a shrug. "How knows what going on inside the blimey old goat's head."

"Harry," she said in her a disappointed tone, "you can speak like that."

"What am I suppose to worship at his feet just like everyone else?" he asked with a snort. "Not happening at all. I can call him whatever names I want after the childhood he made me have."

"I know that you must have gone through a lot," she said as she gave his hand a tight squeeze with a concerned motherly look on her face. "But," she added as her face hardened, "if you do not watch your tone young man, I will have to use some soap to clean your tongue."

"Yes, mother," he said with an eye roll.

"And don't mother me," she finished with.

Chuckling he took out an amulet from his Lord ring, and presented it to her, "What is it?" Hermione asked as she turned the necklace in her hand.

"It's a mind protection amulet," he answered, "just like the name says, it protects your mind from mental invasions so your thoughts are protected."

"Why would you give me this..." she began, but he cut her off with a stern look.

"Nobody can know this little secret especially Dumbldork, and his most favorite type of magic is Mind Magic so you need that beautiful brain of yours protected."

Blushing at his compliment, she nodded her head and put the amulet around her neck. "Do you plan on sharing this with Ron?" she asked, bringing up his best mate.

"No," he said with a shake of his head, "I only got this one and we don't want Dumbldork to be on us, let him think we are sweet innocent little lambs for him to play with as he wishes while we scheme his eventual downfall to ruination."

Giving him a long look, he asked with a shrug, "What?"

"You sound a bit scary, Harry."

Bending down on to the floor of the carriage, he grabbed her hand and looked her right in the eye, "You know I would never hurt you right?!"

"Yea, but I never knew you had this side of you," she said with a wary rustle.

"Well, I guess you learn something new every day about your friends and foes alike. I am hard on my enemies and kind to my friends, that's just who I am," he declared as he lifted her chin up in a slow manner.

"I guess you will have to be," she said with a nod.

"Anyways, we can include Ron into the secret after I teach you a bit of Occlumency and maybe a bit of Legilimency."

"I heard of that," she said in excitement being herself when something new and fascinating was brought up. "That some pretty advance stuff."

"Yea, well I had a pretty good teacher and access to the Potter and Black Library."

"No way," she said as she looked near enough to jump out of her seat, "does it compare to Hogwarts library."

"I would say they are much, much better. I found some pretty advanced stuff, and Magics I never even heard about or dreamed about for that matter."

"Really?!"

"Yeah, and I won't mind taking you there during the holidays and summer."

"You would do that," she exclaimed as she gave him one of her signature tight grip hugs.

"What are best friends for," he said as he returned the gesture since there would be no way he would miss out on feeling gup her body. "Its a date, what do you say?"

Breaking away, flushed a bright pink and just nodded her head since she clearly didn't want to try herself by speaking out.

"Great," he said then looking out the window, Harry could see Hogwarts coming nearer, its many lighted windows blurred and shimmering behind the thick curtain of rain.

"Anyways, thanks for believing in me, Hermione," he voiced with an appreciative nod.

"Like you said, what are best friends for," she replied with a sweet smile.

Lancing his fingers through hers, he looked up at her in the eyes, "Still it's nice to have someone in my corner."

Nodding her head, before anything she gave her a light peck on the cheek, "Thanks," he whispered to her breathlessly.

For a moment he could have sworn he say steam leave her ears, and she squeaked out, "Harry, you can't do that!"

"Do what?" he asked innocently as if he didn't have a clue what she was talking about.

"Do... do what y-you just d-did."

"Oh, that light peck?" he asked in false surprise, "What that was just a show of my appreciation, and it was nothing more than something between friends, right?"

"I guess so..." she finally said, "Yea, it was nothing than something between friends," she convinced herself doing all the work for him.

"Now," he continued, "if you are wondering how I would kiss someone I had an interest in, let me show you."

Before she could process what he just said, he had her chin up and broke in with a very deep kiss toying with her tongue and getting a real taste for her as he brought forth the full range of his capabilities.

After what felt like an eternity, he broke away and asked with a mischievous grin, "now that was a real kiss between lovers right?"

"Yes," she replied breathlessly as her mouth open and closed replaying the kiss in her mind, "yes it was"

"What happened to you?" Harry asked in pure shock, as he took a seat at the Gryffindor table. The feast had yet to begin as new students were lining up to get placed in their respected houses. Before him was Ron who changed, if that was the word he could use, over the month since he saw him at the World Cup.

With an actual height of 6 foot 2 inches, he was hunched over so instead, he only stood at 5 foot 10 inches. His limps were disproportionate, one of his eyes was larger than the other, and all in all he looked like some hunchback monster.

Laughing at his expense, Fred who was sitting across from him with his twin clarified, "he tried to make himself taller with some potions."

"But he came out as a monster," George guffawed.

"Why would you do that?" Hermione asked in an admonishing and sharp tone, "messing with magic, especially on your own body is just plain stupid and dangerous!"

"I think I know why?" Harry spoke up as he gave his friend a sad shake of his head.

"Well it's none of you concern," the redhead hunchback growled as he stomped off to where Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas were seated. With a wearily sigh, he put Ron out of his head, Ron was always envious of others and looked at what they had instead of his own.

Deep down, he imagined he knew that, but as an affection starved child, he latched on to the first person that showed him any amount of friendship. Now he looked back on their friendship and saw how toxic it was, as the self-serving boy contributed nothing and in some cases even held him back.

It was then he began to really doubt it and if it had been all worth it.

"Hey, Harry!" Neville greeted him as he took the seat next to him where Ron just sat.

"Hey to you," he greeted right back as they shook hands, "how was summer?" he asked. He could see the old chubby boy was now growing up to be the man he would be as he was a lot taller, losing a bunch of baby fat, and even gaining some muscles.

"My gram has been letting me run some of the family greenhouses which has been really exciting learning from some of the Sprites that work there. Plus my uncle has been instructing me in some battle magic and dueling which has been very painful," he said the rest as his mood sunk.

"Really," Harry said with a bit of excitement plus trying to comfort the boy, "I have been learning some battle magic and dueling as well!"

"Must have been god awful, huh?" he asked as he perked up.

"Nah, it's been great actually," he said as he remembered all the exciting mock battles he did with Sirius.

"Yea, I guess for you it would work out," the Longbottom heir uttered with a depressed sigh.

"Come on," Harry said, "I know it must have been worth it, look at you, you might actually catch some of the girls eyes this year."

Going crimson in the face, he stammered out, "I... I don't know if... Really?"

"Yea, mate, what is there not to love, you're attractive and strong now plus the heir to a Great and powerful House."

Just then the rest of the students pilled in and the sorting began.

"Hey, Harry!" Lavender Brown waved at him as she sat down with her bestie, Parvati Patil.

"Hey, Neville," she then said which had the boy tongue tie and blushing like a pure maiden.

"Hey, Lav," he greeted her back calling her by her pet name that she insisted on then at the front of the podium Professor Mcgonagall began to call names.

"Is true you guys had all that fun at the World Cup?" Parvati Patil inquired.

"Yep, there was Harry like a shining knight as he cut down that vile villain Barty Jr. Anyways who names their child that?" Lavender wondered out loud getting off topic.

"Is that what you have been telling people?" he asked with a raised eyebrow directed at the brown haired witch.

"Well you did uncover him, plus you defended some Veela and took down like a dozen Death Eater by yourself. So how cares if I embellished a bit."

"I still can not believe you did that," Hermione muttered with a shake of her head.

"I am so jealous," Parvati whined, "its not fair that daddy had work at the embassy!"

"So your dad is the Indian Ambassador right?" Harry asked, trying to make some light conversation with her.

"Yep, and he is always busy, but noooo he isn't when sweet and smart Padma needs him."

Awkwardly coughing at the land mine he step in, he was happy when Lavender asked in a disgusted tone, "when did we allow trolls into the school?" as she pointed to Ron.

Chuckling, Hermione clarified, "its Ron, he did some dangerous experiment on himself."

"Harry, guess what? Guess what?" Colin Creevey, a third year to whom Harry was something of a hero gushed out.

"Yea, what is it?" he asked, humoring the boy.

"My brother is starting!"

"Er — good," Harry said seeing how excited the boy was, nearly jumping up and down his seat. "Let's hope he gets into Gryffindor, huh?!"

"Wonder where the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Neville mused out loud who was looking up at the seated teachers.

They had never yet had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who had lasted more than a year. Harry's favorite by far had been Remus, who had resigned last year. He looked up and down the staff table. There was definitely no new face there.

The thought was no sooner out of his mind then the doors of the Great Hall opened and silence fell. A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled toward the stranger, he lowered his hood and Harry saw the scarred one eyed face of Alastor Moody.

However when he used his Magic Sight on him, he got the face of someone else, Barty Crouch Jr.

Now this was very curious indeed.

The man must have been using polyjuice potion but his arcane sight was able to see through all illusions and shapeshift.

He wondered if he should call him out right now on the spot, but it seem like he had a goal coming here in disguise and if there was a single person that could have him risking his head - it would be Voldermort.

It was obvious the psychopath had some scheme up his sleeve, but did he want to foil it right now. Playing out all the scenarios in his mind as the fake Moody made his way over to the staff table and took his seat.

Harry decided not to, this year he wanted to come on top of the madman and maybe destroy him for good, once and for all. To do that he would have to know what he is scheming, and come up with a plan to counter attack it and trap him instead.

Suddenly all their empty dishes filled magically before their eyes as food of different variety was laid out. He must have been so distracted he did not even notice that the old foggy said.

"Want some mashed potato?" Hermione asked, getting him fully out of his reverie.

"Yes," he said with a nod as he began o full his plate with food. Soon when the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean, and everyone was sitting back in relaxed contentment.

Albus Dumbledore got to his feet again. Smiling around at them all, Harry just find his look hateful. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices.

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs.

"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

Looking around at Fred and George, his fellow members of the Quidditch team. They were mouthing soundlessly too appalled to even speak.

Dumbledore went on, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, and am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts we have the honor of hosting the Triwizard Tournament!"

Suddenly pandemonium broke out through the great hall as students were shouting and discussing about this new bout of news and others looked around in confusion not having a clue what was going on.

"I can't believe it," Hermione whispered breathlessly.

"I hope I am not offered up," Neville gulped as if he was a fish on dry land.

"SILENCE!" Professor McGonagall shouted which quickly had all the noise die down.

"Thank you, Minerva," the old man said with a nod, and Harry noticed how stiff back the woman was as she just briskly nodded.

"Well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so let me explain," he said as he went off on a long-winded speech about the history of the games and all that it encompassed.

"Now the other schools will be coming here which are made up of the well known ELEVEN Prestigious schools, us Hogwarts of course, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Castelobruxo, Durmstrang Institute, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jordan Academy of Sorcery, Koldovstoretz, Shanghai Institute of Magics, Mahoutokoro School of Magic, Oceania Academy of Wizardry, and Uagadou School of Magic!

"So please be on your best behavior when they arrive, and show them who we are! Thank you, that will be all." Dumbledore sat down again and there was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall.

"They can't do that!" George shouted as it seem that one of the rules to enter was that you had to be an adult, the age of 17.

"They're not stopping me from entering," said Fred stubbornly.

"Yeah," George said with a nod, and then they began to huddle up as they walked to their dorms and scheme up a plan to get in.

"You know people have died right," Neville spoke up feeling relieved that he was too young to enter but fearful for the poor saps who would.

"Well that has nothing to do with us," Harry said with a shrug, "if they are dumb enough to die for glory then that's on them."

"Of course you would say that," Ron said, butting in conversation as he came up behind him with Dean and Seamus.

"What's your problem?" Hermione asked with a scowling face.

"You don't get it dear?" Lavender asked innocently.

"He is jealous, sadly he has been allotted to be ugly for the rest of his life and Harry handsome," Parvati concluded with a vicious grin.

"That's... not t-true!" he shouted as his cheeks heated up, "why would I be jealous of someone who has no parents and isn't even wanted!"

Going silent, everyone just looked shell shocked at his words that came out of his mouth.

"Wow, low blow bro, low blow," Fred said with a sad shake of his head.

"I think we should disown him," George uttered out loud, "because he is clearly no little bro of ours!"

Slowly and very steadily walking up to him, as pure and unadulterated power radiated off of him like boiling hot waves. Harry came to a stop right before him and stared down at him like an insect at the bottom of his heel, and snarled out, "I do not want to EVER see your face around me. Whatever existed before between us, is FINISHED."

Taking a deep gulp as he took a hesitant step back in fear, Harry grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, "AM I UNDERSTOOD!"

"Yes, yes," he squeaked out like a pathetic rat which reminded him of an O so familiar rat that betrayed his family. Why didn't he see it before, he berated himself, the two of them were the same leeches sucking on the blood of their greaters.

"GO," he said to him like a dog at his heel, and following his command he ran out as if the devil was at his heel, tripping and falling on himself constantly. Giving the other two a hard glare, they followed after him with their tail between their legs.

From behind him, he could hear Lavender whisper, "Talk about Alpha male material."

"Tell me about," Parvati agreed.

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Chapter 53: New Term

Without a doubt, it was good to be back in these very old and familiar walls!

Hogwarts was always a second home for him, a time to get away from his abusive relatives, and learn about magic. Something any child would be fascinated with.

Now finding out that he was the heir to three of the four founders solidified his connection to the place in his mind. And for a few brief moments, he could have sworn the school itself was whispering to him. But he just imagined Peeves playing a prank on him.

Everywhere he went whispers followed him as new children stared wide-eyed at him with tales of him clearly in their minds, and old students talked about him. From the inventor of the Mirror phone to the abused child and everything else in between.

At this point, he was used to all the interest he has been shown, at times he might feel like a monkey in a zoo, but he learned to deal with it.

Classes were going great for him, not needing to hold himself back any more thanks in part to both his relatives who were always rage-filled when he used to score better than their sweet Diddykins. Plus his so called friend which he used to stick to his level so he did not make him out to be the idiot he was.

On that topic, the idiot did avoid him, but he could always hear him and his new best friends snickering in ht background most likely talking about him. However he just ignored, there is no reason to dirty his hands with fools like them, they aren't worth the time or the effort. Plus they are just cowards who could only talk a good talk but do nothing else.

His days were both cramped as he had 10 classes throughout the whole week, but it was also very fulfilling.

With the study of Herbology, three times a week out back in the greenhouses where they dealt with all sorts of plants and fungi under Professor Sprout's a kind dumpy little witch. The class wasn't one of his strong suits as he never really had a green thumb, but with Neville right besides him as they both partnered up it went by like a breeze.

Then there was Professor McGonagall a stern witch who did Transfiguration the magic of changing one object into another. He really got the feeling that he was being babied in that class, as the elder witch who by all accounts was the most fair and strict was giving him preferential treatment.

There was no way he was going to pass that up as she showered him with points for doing the smallest thing correct, and since this was one of his strongest classes he gained a bunch for his house. He wondered if this was how Draco felt in Snape's class, he really could get used to it.

There was also Professor Flitwick an eccentric short little man who taught Charms the magic of adding certain properties to an object or individual. After class he had a small conversation with him as he carefully brought up dueling.

He won't say he was starting to become a battle junkie, but the rush of the battlefield was the most exhilarating thing he felt even if he refused Moody to become an Auror. He really did want to test himself agist his peers and see where he was at, plus more nobly he wanted them to be prepared for the coming war.

Just like the two previous wars, it was very common to see recently new graduates head off to battle during those times, and they were the highest casualty since they were never prepared for war.

And if there was anyone who could be teaching this noble art of dueling then it would be Professor Flitwick. The short little man might look unassuming to most, but Harry did some reading on his Professor during the summer and he was just as surprised as Sirus when he found out the little man was a Master Duellist and then went on to become a Dueling Champion.

Neither of those two titles was something lightly given as only the best of the best like no one ever was could obtain that title.

Once he left the classroom, Harry was pretty sure of himself that he left the little seed he wanted in the little man's head.

Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was taught by a ghost, Professor Binns. Harry had no idea how he did it, but the man was just able to stuck the life out of anything, and make the most spectacular thing so dreary. He really had no clue why the old fool kept the ghost around, it was obvious that no one was learning as some students were snoozing away others were chatting among themselves and only a few were even paying attention.

It really was a waste since Wizarding history was much more interesting than you would assume with plenty of great wars, legendary figures, and so much more. Just for taking that opportunity away from all the students, he toyed with the idea of exorcising him.

After that, it was outside to Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid when he went to his cabin a little way off to the forbidden forest, the gentle giant was a mess. He was weeping his soul out for ever bringing him to those terrible muggles.

Harry still felt bad for using the good man like that and so promised him that he was doing good far away from them. He did settle down after that, but he could still feel that the big guy blamed himself for sending to them.

To distract his mind, he helped him go over his class plan. There was no denying Hagrid was a natural with magical creatures and could go toe to toe with the best Magizoologist if not in theoretical knowledge then in practical.

He had a gift with magical creatures albeit one that tended to go probing into the more dangerous side, still he picked a lot from him in that one session where they went over the schedule for the year than in all his haphazard reading over the summer.

When classes began he could say Hagrid's classes went on without a hitch and more splendidly than he imagined as every student was awed with the creatures he brought in.

The class he was most looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, he really did want to know what a Death Eater would be teaching and he must say he wasn't disappointed. Quickly the man got into the three unforgivables, very interesting spells but as Sirius put it there were a thousand ways to kill a man from a simple Levitation Charm taught by all first-year students as you can easily make someone trip down a flight of stairs and break their necks. There are much more civil ways in torturing your enemies than through physical pain, and you don't need mind control to get people to do what you want since most of the time, you can make them gladly do it for you.

On every Wednesday at midnight they had to study the night skies through their telescopes every and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets with Professor Aurora Sinistra. She was a beautiful witch with flawless chocolate colored skin and dark brown doe eyes, high cheekbones, a snub nose, full dark lips, and a slender curvy figure. With her honey-golden brown robes and her pointed hat, she was the absolute picture of temptation and beauty.

Now that his eyes has been opened to women in general, he couldn't help stare hungrily at her whenever he was able to. He blamed Sirius, the man was a lecherous playboy who took the chance to flirt with just about every woman he meet when they took the few chances to go outside.

Unknown to him just as class was over, Aurora Sinistra stared at his back as he filled out with the rest of the students. She was used to the stares that some of her male students sent her, and she has gotten used to it and just waved it off.

However to have the boy-who-lived goggling at you was a different matter, there was no denying that he had grown up over the summer and was certainly shaping up to be a very handsome and savvy young man.

She wondered if he also did some growing down there, but quickly berated herself for thinking that towards one of her own students. What was she doing! She was a grown woman, she should know better but there was this powerful feel about him and as a witch, she was just attracted to it.

Unlike regular humans, wizarding-kind sense of attaching themselves to those much more stronger and potent magically was much more amplified than the simple maiden tripping over a handsome masculine man. It was genetic for them basically, and has been proven how more powerful wizards attracted witches to them like flocks of doves.

Watching as his back disappeared down the long winding staircase, she couldn't help biting her lips, he was truly a fine specimen of man, and couldn't help wanting to take a bite out of him.

To change up his days, his new courses were beginning and the first class he had was Ancient Runes with Professor Bathsheda Babbling. She was a young witch just like Professor Aurora Sinistra who he heard where given their job offer immediately after they graduated, that how good they were at their respected subjects.

The witch was a slim woman with pixie cut hair and bright eyes filled with joy and energy, she was a bit short barely reaching up to his chin with a delicate and springy figure.

She was ecstatic to welcome him to her class, and if he hadn't known better he would have imagined she would have hugged me in her excitement, not that he would have minded at all. It would have been a welcome surprise he would have gladly taken advantage of.

Ancient runes had their advantage in deciphering old writings that used it, but most importantly it lead to enchanting a very key branch of magic. If you wanted to create a magical item you needed to enchant it, of course, you can bewitch it but to make it stick and lost a very long long time, enchantments were the way to go.

Professor Babbling was a wonderful teacher with both brains and beauty, in their small little class she was able to instruct all her studies in the ancient arts and able to easily convey the knowledge in an understandable way.

At the end of the class, he was able to walk out with a good understanding of what his enchanters did to make the Mirror Phone work. It was really fascinating how magic was drawn from the surrounding to power it, and how it was used to make it operate.

At the end of the week, it was double potions for him with Snape, this was one of the classes he was not looking forward to. It wasn't that he was horrible at the subject, far from it with Aunt Dromeda giving his private lessons he was able to go far in the subject, but it was the Professor in question, he had a problem with.

Immediately as he walked into the class, the man singled him out, "Potter," the greasy old bat spat out as if the name tasted foul in his mouth.

"Yes, Professor," he said acting as meek as a little flower.

Looking a bit taken back as it must have been such a quite the surprise seeing a Potter acting all humble and meek, he was still able to quickly collect himself and sneer out, "Today you won't be seating with your friends..."

"Do you want me to partner up with one of your Slytherins?" he asked already reading his mind like the back of his hand. The man was just too easy, his hate for his father which he passed down on to him made blind and easy to figure out.

"Yes," he growled looking frustrated and angry that h had to gall to upstage him.

"Is it alright if I work with Draco?" he asked, if he wanted to drag someone down with him then it would that arrogant little snout. "I am sure I can learn a lot from such an outstanding student."

"No way," the little prick shouted as he went to partner up with Theodore Nott, his best mate. "Why would I ever what to work with you, Potter?" the copy cat asked with disdain. Always a mouth piece for others.

"Yes, I wouldn't want you to drag down my star pupil! You can partner up with anyone else. However, if you don't then you won't be able to get a grade for your potion and lose some house points."

Giving him a blank stare, he could see from a mile away that he was angling for this moment from the start. He thought none of his precious snakes would ever work with him, but he was so wrong.

Walking to the Slytherin side of the room, he came up to the ice princess herself, Daphne Greengrass. "Mind if I team up with you?"

Giving him a blank icy stare, he did not recoil under it like so many other students would have. After a short while which had felt like an eternity, she slowly giving him a brisk nod and he set his stuff down and started to get his cauldron and magical ingredients out.

Before long all the students pilled in, including Tracey Davis who was Daphne's usual partner but Blaise waved her over and she went to work with him. He sort of had the feeling that he insulted her, but figured he could apologize later.

Getting started on the assigned potion, the greasy bat walking around like he had a stick up his ass as he insulted just about every Gryfindor, and silently nodded his head to his snakes. Once he got to his spot, he gave Daphne a narrowed look, "It is such a disappointment that a young lady such as you would lower yourself to work with the likes of some folk," clearly indicating him.

"Lord Potter is of equal standing as me, Professor, so you not only insult his house but my vary own," the young icy witch answered cooly.

"Yes, but that does not remove the stench of low blood in him," he airly answered, not daring to lose patience with her in the least bit.

Losing just about every single ounce of patience he had with the man, he sneered out just so only the two of them could hear, "You know you are such a bore, Snivellus."

Spinning around to face him with both pure shock and unadulterated rage in his eyes, he bellowed out, "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

Playing his innocent card very well as a look of surprise and some fear passed across his face, he asked, "What do you mean, Professor?"

With his wand out quick as flash, he growled out with pure menace on his face, "REPEAT What You Said, POTTER!"

"Professor what are you doing?" Daphne asked in shock as she saw the light of a spell gather at the tip of his wand.

Not listening to her, or even paying any attention to his shell-shocked students who were watching everything unfold with bated breath. He looked at Harry with spiteful hate in his eyes and a bit of madness, and he pushed him wonderfully over the edge as he flashed him a quick grin only he could see.

Losing his top, he screamed out in rage, "I will teach you a valuable LESSON, you arrogant BRAT!"

Harry had his shield up before the spell even left the wand, but he played his part spectacularly as he pushed himself telekinetically into the air and made himself bounce against the cold dungeon walls. There was not even a hint of damage on him as the spell bounced off his shield harmlessly, but he continued with his act as he pretended to be insensitive while groaning on the ground.

All hell broke loose in the classroom as someone let out a piercing scream which he figured most likely belonged to Lavender Brown, and Daphne came running to his side with fear and worry written all over her face.

Poor Snivellus looked out in surprise as panted in and out while he looked between his wand and his prone lying form, then whispered to himself, "T-that... wasn't suppose to h-happen."

Shamelessly he had the gull to flirt with her even as he laid on the ground and reached out to lightly cup her face and murmur, "You are so pretty. Did someone ever tell you that?"

Blushing a bit as all her iciness was gone from her, she took hold of him and rested his head on her lap, "I think you are going into shock, or maybe it's the spell he used on you. Does your head hurt, or maybe somewhere else."

"I think my heart hurts," he answered as he clutched his robes over his torso area.

"Are you sure?" she asked with anxiety marring her beauty.

"Yea, every time I look up at you, my heart beats a bit faster and butterflies flutter in my stomach."

"Shut it, you idiot," she whispered to him as she put a finger on his lips while a soft smile spread across her face. It was like the moon had come out in a dark, cold starless night as he was blown away by her exquisite perfectionist.

All the while chaos reined in the classroom as it seem like everyone lost their minds and were running around like headless chickens, everyone except Snivellus who was as still as a statue and them who were in their perfect little world.

Chapter 54: Snape's Punishment

Soon news spread inside the castle halls and every classroom and every corner about what happened in Potion class. Harry was having a fun time relaxing in the Hospital Wing of the castle as he feigned being injured and was under the tender worried care of Madam Poppy Pomfrey, the school nurse.

All the while the telling grow and grow as some whispered that Snape did some dark magic on him others talked about the grand duel they had in the classroom and so much more nonsense. His friends came by like Neville who looked relieved to see him alive, Fred and George patting him on the back like a champ, Hermione who berated him and also kept on hugging him, Colin who kept on asking for details about the grand duel, Lavender and Parvati who couldn't stop talking about how manly he was to take Snape on, Ginny with Luna tagging along who brought him get-well cards, his Quidditch team member from Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Alicia Spinnet, and even Daphne and her little group.

Plus so many more that wanted to check up on the alleged victim of Snape's cruel reign and somehow were really worried for him. Madam Poppy sent them all packing refusing to let her patient be disturbed. Once in a while, he would see his old 'friend' come by to get treated for his haphazard experiment on himself, other than that we never spoke to each other.

When the weekend was out, he was pronounced fit to leave the medical ward, and just as he was about to head off to his classes that started up from the week, he was summoned to the Headmaster's office.

He expected this to happen, it wasn't every day that a Professor attacked one of his students and caused him to spend time in the hospital wing. Coming up to the gargoyles that guarded the door, one of them, a much sterner one spoke up, "the Headmaster is waiting inside."

"Awful what happen to you," the other noted as he watched as the door slowly swung open. Gargoyles were loyal nasty creatures made up of stones, they were mostly employed by great houses and powerful wizards. What made them a dangerous lot is that their stone skin could soak up a lot of magic, I mean a whole lot. That's why you should expect heavy resistance from them, they will never go down easy at all.

Walking into the grand and magnificent circular office Harry noted the countless magical objects ranging from the most mundane and simple to the very powerful to the shelves filled with endless tones on a variety of subjects of magic. It had him drooling from the mouth which he quickly wiped away to him as he wondered about the many powerful spells, rituals and insights.

Seated on an enormous, claw-footed desk right in the middle of the room was Professor Dumbledore himself with a gaggle of Professors surrounding him from Professor McGonagall to Professor Flitwick, and even Hagrid who was a professor as well, and centermost was good old Snape scowling as if his mother has just been killed.

"Harry, my boy, how are you doing," the old man asked as he got up from his chair once he saw him walk in. All of a sudden the voices died down of the arguing Professors and everyone turned to face him with a range of look on their faces from worried, to happy to see him, and relieved, however, Snape looked like he swallowed a toad when he saw him enter.

"I am doing fine now thanks to Madam Poppy great healing skills," he answered politely. Even if it irked greatly to show any deference to the man that made his childhood hell thanks to sending him to these so-called relatives, he needed patience. It only through restraint that he would be able to bring his downfall from the shadows.

"Good, good," the old foggy said with a happy nod of his head as his bussy beard shook with the gesture. "It's good that you are all healed up now, we can not have you missing out on your valuable education."

"I agree, magic was always my favorite topic, took my mind off less fortunate topic," he voiced slyly as he brought up his childhood.

Clearing his throat awkwardly as he at least had the dignity to act ashamed, Professor McGonagall cut in, "Enough, we are here to deal with Severus's case today!"

It wasn't that she was not angry at what happened to him, he could clearly see it from how her face twisted up when he brought it up, and how she looked daggers at Dumbledore's back that she was not over it in the least bit. Plus he could see a bit of shame that she had any part in him being sent off to those animals which made her all the more frustrated and angry.

However, she wanted this matter to be dealt with immediately.

"Yes," Professor Flitwick agreed totally as indignant fury was written all over his face. "How could a Professor, a person given the responsibility and education of our children dare to attack them!"

"Actually, Professor," a pasty face man with bulging, pale eyes along with sunken cheeks spoke up. "I believe that those brats need a firm hand or else they will go wild."

"Shut it, Argus Filch," Hagrid growled looking menacing for the first time he had ever seen him which was a sight to truly take in. The squib took a hesitant step back at the palpable menace reeling off the half-giant.

Harry never noticed him as he was dusting off some shelves in the background, but of course, their so-called caretaker of the school would love to reinstate old archaic methods of torturing and punishing students.

Harry could just feel how jealous the old weasel was of the more magically gifted students. He did not know why he made himself suffer, but it must be hell for him to live with kids that throw around magic like it's nothing while he can't even produce a spark.

"That's enough Filch," Professor Dumbledore called out, looking disappointed in the man while the others just looked disgusted or outright hostile, "leave us, please. This is a meeting for the Professor only."

Seeing that he overstayed his welcome, he bowed his head to the old man and squirred out like a rat with his tail between his leg as his cat followed him along.

"Now," the old man said looking regal in his position, "would you like to tell us why you attacked one of your students, Severus?"

Looking around the crowd who didn't look like the most approving in the least bit, the man still carried on with his stiff back arrogant way. "He insulted me," he answered not winning over anyone with his attitude.

"Would you like to explain?" Professor Sprout asked with narrowed eyes as the jolly woman didn't look that jolly anymore, but looking like she did not believe a word that came out of his mouth.

"Of a personal matter," the greasy bat stated being tight lip just as he expected. There was no way he would let his little secret nickname spread around.

"Of course everything is a personal insult to you," Professor McGonagall voiced with a snort. "If someone looked at you wrongly, it would be a personal insult."

"Yer always 'ad somethin' against 'arry from way back then," Hagrid denounced.

"That is no excuse at all Severus to attack one of your own students!" Professor Dumbledore finally spoke up. "I thought you would get over your childish grudge, but now it's very clear that you can not!"

Facing twisting up into a variety of expressions, the hooked nose man had no words to utter to defend himself as Harry basically cornered him into a corner.

"Professor," Harry weakly spoke up feining the right amount of fear and faintness, "I don't think I feel safe in these walls anymore which had used to be like a true home to me away from my... re-relatives."

"Oww, my sweet dear," Professor McGonagall murmured as she did some thing he never expect, coming up to him she gave him a tight grip hug and whispered, "Don't worry, you are safe here."

Frozen still for those few seconds as he never expected this motherly feel from Professor McGonagall, the sternest and most hard ass Professor who took no nonsense from anyone.

Everyone looked uncomfortable and simply simmering at themselves and mostly Snape, while he stared at him with his unblinking eyes. He assumed the man was on to him now, but who cared, he had him by the balls and he couldn't get away from him.

"I am sorry my boy that you had to feel that way," Professor Dumbledore spoke up once Professor McGonagall let go of him. Harry felt like sneering at the pretentious old man, but he kept his act together.

"For that, you have my deepest apology and my colleague's. Now for you Severus," he turned his gaze towards the hooked nose man glowering at him, voice hardening the old man declared, "I have taken you in at the lowest point of your life, stood by your against so many people, and even welcomed you into my school, but this is how you repay ME!" he asked, voice never raising an octave, but everyone could feel the pressure from it, especially Snivellus who looked abashed which in his opinion was a wonderful expression on his face.

"I have heard a lot of complaints from your students and even some Professors," he continued and the snake peered around daring them to step up but everyone was clearly a united front.

"LOOK AT ME, when I speak to you," the old man shouted losing patience with the man and his poor attitude. "This is your last and final warning, Severus, if I hear a single bad news from you out of the mouth of anyone then your tenure at this school is OVER. You may look for work somewhere else, we, no I do not permit or stand with the abuse of MY students! Is that UNDERSTOOD?" the old man demanded as the greasy bat looked shell shocked that the old foggy would even toy with the idea of sacking him.

Nodding his head stiffly, the snake tried to hold on to the small shred of dignity he had left, "May I go now, if we are finished."

"Yes," the old man said, "but before you leave," he called out before the bat could get anywhere. "Immediately, hence forth, you will be stripped of your position of Head of the Slytherin House."

This time instead of shock reflecting across his face, it was righteous fury, "You... can not do that to me," the little bitch growled and Harry couldn't help it but to chuckle inside with glee.

Standing up to his full height as power seem to seep out of the old man, "I can, and I have!" the man stated with clear finality, daring him to argue at all.

Not having the gull to say anything more, he swallowed whatever he was going to say, "that will not be all though," the old man said.

"There is more?" the sneering arrogant man asked.

"Yes, as much as it hurts me to do so and this is the first instant that this ever happened in this school history, but you will be taken of your privilege to take and give points to students, and you can not give detentions out anymore without the approval of four of your peers."

Gaping open mouth as his lips tried to for the words but couldn't, the greasy bat finally shouted out, "but how am I now to keep control of my classes! T-they will go absolutely wild!"

"You must deal with it now," the old man said with a shrug, "you have abused your privilege too much and now this is the outcome."

Sitting back on his chair, he waved at the man, getting the last word in, "You may leave now if you wish."

Without a word, the man swept his robes behind him and exited the office like a fire was behind him. Harry couldn't just help himself as he added a bit of fire to the oil as he telepathically sent out, "Take care Snivellus, don't trip on your way out!"

Doing just as he told him to avoid as he missed a step and nearly fell head first on to the ground, the man was able to quickly gather himself and most importantly hold himself back as he gave him a final loathsome stare.

With the doors closing behind him, Professor McGonagall was first to speak, "The punishment was light, I would have had him fired on the SPOT for daring to even touch a student."

"Yes," Professor Flitwick agreed with a nod, "how would our students feel if any teacher could attack them for nothing!"

"What about the parents?" Professor Sprout asked, raising her own concern, "they sent their kids here not to be molested by teachers but to come learn."

Rubbing his head to keep the headache away, the old man looked as if his age was catching up to him, with a sigh, he answered, "this is Professor Snape's last warning. If it ever happens again, then I will be first to show him the castle's front doors."

Looking unsatisfied, the Professors all still yielded to him since he was the Headmaster after all even if they did not agree with him.

Harry wondered why the old man wanted to keep the greasy bat around so bad, he was too much trouble in his opinion to be worth defending, something was clearly going on and he wondered what it was.

Seemingly forgetting he was there, they carried on, "Who will be the new Head of the Slytherin House since Severus is now removed from that spot?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"Professor Septima Vector will do," the old man answered as she and a few other Professors weren't here since they needed to continue with their classes and make sure the school continued running without students running amock.

Clearing his throat, Harry interrupted, "Professor."

Looking surprised to see him still there, the old man asked, "yes, my boy?"

"I would like your permission to take a small leave of absence next week."

"What for?" Professor Flitwick asked out of curiosity.

"Lordly matters! As you might know, I am the new head of house Potter since there is no one to take on the duty with the sad passing of my parents," he answered giving only part of the truth to hide the rest which of course was the other houses he had in his grasp. Plus it didn't hurt to get some pity out of them so he could easily bend them to his will.

"I am sure we could get you some advisers to take care of all that for you," the old man butted in, "your education is most important."

"You don't have to worry yourself, Professor," he answered with a bright smile but inside was itching to choke him. "I have numerous people advising me in all things. But now, I must take care of these matters and the future ones as well."

"Well I am not if you could miss out on your classes."

"I don't mean to counter demand you, Professor, but I read Hogwarts: A History and it clearly states that if something pertaining to Lordly issues pops up then the student is allow a small break from school."

"You may go," Professor McGonagall cut in over ruling the old man. "We all must follow the school by laws, including the Headmaster," she stated as she stared at Dumbledore blankly.

"Yes, Mr. Potter is at the top of his class so I sure he can hand a few messed days," Professor Flitwick added, trying to be helpful as ever.

Holding his grin back, Harry could see the small cracks in what once used to be a harmonious relationship.

There was no better why to put it, but he felt like a little devil allowed into a home. He was having too much fun wrecking trouble and it was only his first week back. Man, how he loved making that old foggy's life a living hell.

"Thanks Professors," he said with a bow. Aaa, if the old man only had a look inside of his head, he would have a fit!

"Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid spoke up.

"Yes, Hagrid" he asked as he looked to give in to the demands of his Professor.

"Will 'arry be still in Professor Snape's class after what happened?"

"No, I guess not," the old man spoke up as he rubbed his long beard. Then as if coming to a decision, "from now on Harry will be having Potions with me. I will clear some time off my schedules."

Pausing Harry looked between the gentle half-giant and the old man, this was not good, not good at all. Spending any allotted time with the old bastard might cause him to slip up for just a moment and he might have him on his trail like a hound.

He did not know if he should curse the soft hearted giant man or break out into tears. Still if he looked it from the outside, it was a rare chance for him to learn from one of the most powerful wizards in all of Magical Britain.

That would be an honor that many would kill for!

Still he was the only person who really did not see it as that. To him it felt like his life was over and he was going to the slaughter house.

Walking into his private quarters inside the castle, the fireplace came to life at his entrance lighting the place. All over the walls were Gryffindor colors and the portrait of a man who all young wizarding children know, Godric Gryffindor.

He figured that this place must have been the old legend's own private quarters, but he guessed they were now his. It was thanks to someone that he found this place and staked it out as his own.

Just as the thought of the person crossed his mind, Dobby the house-elf appeared inside the chamber. "Master,"

Chapter 55: Professor Septima Vector (R-18)

Walking into his private corridors inside the castle, the fireplace came to life at his entrance, lighting the place up. All over the walls were Gryffindor colors and centermost in the room was the portrait of a man who all young wizarding children know of, Godric Gryffindor.

He figured that this place must have been his own private corridors back during the glory days of the castle, but he guessed they were now his. It was thanks to someone that he found this place and staked it out as his own.

Just as the thought of the person crossed his mind, Dobby the house-elf appeared inside the chamber. "Master," he declared himself with a bow. Shorter in stature than a regular man, as he stood only about 3 and a half feet (1.06 m). He had large, tennis-ball-like green eyes, a pencil-like nose, and long, bat-like pointed ears. He was dressed in a tiny butler clothing just like Tobry, unlike the bag sack he used to wear.

Harry had been looking for him to give him the honored position of his own personal elf, a spot prized above all. He was quite surprised when he saw the little house-elf walking through the halls of the castle and glad that he wasn't recaptured and enslaved by wizard slavers.

From what the house-elf told him no one ever even deigned to hire him since he wanted to be paid so he toiled away with nothing until he found employment at the castle.

When he asked the little guy if he would serve under him and even promised him a generous stipend for his loyal serves, the little guy broke into tears refusing even a single Knut as he kept on going about how such an honor it would be to serve the great Harry Potter. Plus he was barely getting by with the school magic and could really bond with a powerful master.

"Dobby heard what happened? Did you get summoned to the Headmaster office, did he punish the bad man and kick him out of the castle."

"No, this is Dumbledore we are talking about after all, indecisive should be his middle name. He took some of his authority, but let him carry on, we can not really expect anything from him. If we want the greasy bat out of the castle then we will have to do it ourselves."

"What do you mean, Master," the little guy asked, happy to serve him at any moment and also wanting to get back at this man who dared to attack his great master.

"For now, nothing," he answered with a grin, "we will have someone else act on our behalf."

With that, his Mirror phone rang, and he picked it up and looked at the caller ID, just the person he was looking for. "Rita, my dear," he answered the phone.

"You messaged me before?" she stiffly asked, as the woman clearly did not know how to feel about him. On one hand, he basically held her life in one hand and her profession, on the other he had some juice scandals news propping up her career to great heights.

"Yes, I did," he stated in his cool and solely mocking tone he held with her. "I won't waste your time, I have some news that will interest you very much."

"Is it about your Hogwarts years?" she asked as he could hear her salivating. It was obvious she wanted to get to the bottom of these rumors coming out of the school of him fighting evil Professors, ancient monsters, criminals, and so much more.

"No," he answered, "there is no point beating up a downed dog, our little scandalous school news won't have the effect it would have coming off the heels of my childhood the old foggy might have a hand in.

No, we should look for an opportune time to strick and let this get out to the public when it can have the most damning effect. Anyways, he has a trial coming up so there is a lot on his plate already."

"Then why did you have me call you?" the woman asked, in a not so happy tone since he took the treasured price she wanted from her.

"Well how does Hogwarts Professor attacking student with dark, powerful magic sound?"

"Who, What, When, Why," in just a matter of moments, the woman asked him every conceivable question, and he just remained silent until she was down with her rant.

"Severus Snape," he answered, not using his given title of Professor, and the person he attacked was me."

"Really?" she inquired as he could detect a hint of worry in her voice, but he knew she was only worried about her reporting.

"I am fine, but put it in the paper I am on my way to recovery after the vicious attack.

Plus make sure you remind them that this was the boy-who-lived so the common folk could get rilled up, and point out how he is the new lord of house Potter making the other Great Houses wonder how safe their heirs and scions are if an Earl would be attacked just like that."

It wasn't that he did not like the man... no, he would be lying if he said that. Really he reminded him of all the bullies he knew in his life, the Durselys, Draco, and all the others.

The truth was Sirius shared with him, his highly probable suspicions that the greasy bat was most likely a Death Eater.

There was no way he would be allowing the enemy to stay in the castle. He wasn't lying when he said this was like a second home for him away from his hateful relatives. There was no way he would allow such a valuable and sacred place to be sullied with the likes of his presence in these walls.

"I will get to right away," she said as he could hear the excitement in her tone.

"One more thing," he called out before she hung up her Mirror phone.

"Yes?"

"I want you to start digging around in his history, anything you can find will be helpful- if not to stick it to his name then just to keep it on hand. Plus I want you to start intervening past students that graduated from school and how it was like in his class, and I want you to do some statistics for me. Who went on to his advanced potion class, the people that got jobs that have careers that require, anything and everything."

"You got something?" she asked out of curiosity as he could hear her scribbling away everything he told her.

"Yes, I got an angle that might boot him out of Hogwarts permanently and make him lose his teaching license."

Walking into his Arithmancy class, Harry missed this class last week thanks to Snape's little outburst. So he was a week behind and his Professor didn't look to happy about that.

"So, Harry Potter finally joined us, huh?" she asked once he took a seat and everyone filled in. Professor Septima Vector was a very sexy and mature woman, who looked to be in her early thirties much younger than her other colleague but still a bit older than Professor Aurora Sinistra and Professor Bathsheda Babbling who were nearly recent graduates.

She had sharp piercing grey eyes and short brown hair neatly down reaching up to her shoulders. Plus arched eyebrows, fair smooth skin, hollow cheeks, sharp nose, thin lush lips, and curvy hourglass figure.

"I was viciously attacked if you hadn't heard Professor," he answered simply, taking no more nonsense from anyone or anything.

"Yes, we all heard," she replied with a nod. Then leaving it at that, she began her class.

Arithmancy was a magical discipline that studies the magical properties of numbers, it has its use in many fields and expertise but the most important was Spellcrafting. Ever spell must come from somewhere and its with Arithmancy that any wizard or witch could begin with the building blocks of creating, customizing, and tweaking a spell.

More importantly for him, it gave him a comprehensive knowledge on what his Arithmancers he hired to maintain and build up his Mirror Phone networks were doing. It was some very complex work keeping up a network to support thousands if not tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people using his phones.

If his Enchanters were the ones building his phones and making them work how they should be then his Arithmancers were the ones in the background constantly making sure everything was in working order.

He won't deny Professor Septima Vector was a really good teacher, he figured at first she was just Snape number two, but that would be unfair, and she was a beauty far out of his league. While being a hard ass, she was also just as she freely gave out points to everyone not in her house, and she wasn't as cruel as the greasy old bat only expecting the best you could give.

After class was over, he got up alongside his classmates, and just as he head for the door along with Hermione chatting up with him, Professor Septima Vector. "Mr. Potter," she said as her grey eyes were directed solely at him.

"Yes, Professor," he acknowledged, curious to know why she stopped him.

"I want you to stay behind. I will need to quiz you and see if you really know last year's materials that we covered, and if you belong in this level."

"Oh," he said, seeing the angle she was playing it from. For all her good points there was no denying she was still a stuck up bitch, maybe there was something he could do about it, he wondered.

It was obvious she saw that he belonged in her third year class!

"I don't mind," he said with a shrug. Then turning to face Hermione who was standing there, "I will see you later, okay!"

"Alright," she answered, "good luck," she wished him as she walked out of the classroom.

"So where should we began?" he asked out loud as he set aside his school bag.

Handing a whole stack of papers, she shoved it into his arms and simply stated, "I want you to finish these before dinner. If you can't then I believe it would be better for all of us if you do not waste our time and begin with my third-year classes."

Looking between a whole bunch of parchment and the woman, if he hadn't known any better he would have imagined that she had all these prepared just for him.

Wordlessly taking a seat, he began while the woman peered over him.

There was no way he was going to lead things like that, that why he pulled out a trick from good old Voldy's memories. And you guessed it, it was more of the same old Sex Magic.

This time instead of exchanging energies with her, he used a small trick to amplify her sexual urges. Before long he had what he wanted as the woman was a bit flushed and feeling very uncomfortable.

Smiling wickedly while he answered one question after another, he amped the magnitude even more. Suddenly there was a moan that escaped her mouth, trying her best to hide it, she quickly covered her mouth but there was nothing to prevent the continuous onslaught.

Before she knew it, she was singing for him as soft moans and whimpers left her mouth like it was nothing. He printed like nothing was going on as he continued with his little test all the while he upped the urges she was feeling.

Then he was surprised when he suddenly heard soft creaking coming for the side of his desk. Taking a peek, he saw that the woman was unabashedly humped his desk as she tried to itch the urges she was feeling.

Soon, he shock turned into wicked glee as he wordlessly reached out and grabbed hold of her thigh. Freezing up, she seemed to realize where she was and what she was doing, but most importantly his hand on her legs.

"Want me to help you with that, Professor?" he asked smoothly like nothing at all was wrong with the situation.

Unable to reply as she felt more urges come on, his hand slowly caressing her legs and inching towards her sacred place was a welcome relief. Soon he had his hand in the cookie jar as he found his way into her folds, beyond her panties, and right up the holy gates.

Without a word, he put his fingers to great use as he was fingering her with both his index and middle fingers, and from her very loud wanton moaning, she was clearly loving it.

"How does that feel, Professor Vector?" he inquired from her in all to sweet and innocent tone.

"G-GOOOOD," she answered as she arched her back slightly and she squirted out some love juice.

"You want to tell me how good?" he asked in a deep husky voice as he continued the hit the right spots for her as he voice got louder and louder.

"R-really, Really, GOOOOOD," she answered as her whole body shivered from ecstasy with how close she was.

"What a very naughty teacher you are, getting off your own student fingering you. What would your colleagues even say, huh?" he asked her while emphasizing his question with a hard tweak of her clitoris.

Unable to handle all the pleasures he was giving her, all at once she came as she let out a loud squeal. Finally settling down as she came off her all-time high, she panted in and out while resting agist him as her knees became too weak to support her.

"Look at that," he said with a shake of his head, "you dirtied yourself, here let me help you with that." Before she could even put up a token of resistance, he tore off her long black legging and pulled down her black. laced panties leaving her gleaning honey pot bare to see.

"You.. you," she tried to say while she covered herself as best she could.

What?" he asked innocently, "I am just helping you, Professor. Here," he added as he brought her up onto his desk right before him. "Let me clean it up for you."

Shamelessly acting as if he was taking care of her while he was the one who caused all this, he went for her waiting cunt and started assaulting it with his tongue.

Letting out a loud moan of enjoyment, as Professor Vector arched her back and bites lips to hold back any more noise from coming out of her mouth but couldn't help it he puts it tongue to good use.

Lapped against the folds of her pussy, she quivered, moaned at the unexpected feeling, as he buried himself deeper into her pussy. She was tight and warm and so good and tight as he could barely slip my tongue into her tunnel

Satisfied with getting a taste for her and warming her up to him, it was time to move on to more better things, he won't even settle for giving her a great Cunnilingus. This was going to be the greatest Cunnilingus she ever had in her life, or he wasn't Harry Potter Ladyman extra-ordinary.

And there's only one thing that Harry knows will separate this little special moment from anything else. As he licked and sucked off his very own professor, he began to try to speak with his mouth still inside her snatch. But not in English, no, he slide his tongue deeper inside of her tunnels and started speaking in parseltongue.

Cursing out loud with a bunch of expletives he knew heard, the sexy and mature woman held on to his head to stabilize herself all the while her thighs wrapped around him tighter.

He could feel from how tight her tunnels were becoming that she was close thanks to his little trick as the onrush of a flood built up.

Face buried deep inside her snatch, he hit the final note on his little music score that he was playing with her pussy and she came.

Going wide eyes, she really had no chance at all to begin with, and from the way she cringed and twisted around on him he could tell she was never eaten out of as this was a novel experience for her.

Shudder and tremble on top of him as he got the biggest climax in her life out of her. She spasmed as the pleasure was too much and her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue hung out of her mouth, and she let out a wordless scream.

There's a smug look on his face as he broke away from her cunt. Looking up at her with a grin on his face as he licking the fluids from around his lips clean. He straightened up and adopted a fake concerned look, "Are you, alright Professor?"

"Ye-... yes," she answered after a long while of just sitting insensitive as she must have blackened out for a brief while. "I-i am perfectly fine. Thanks to you~"

"Glad I could help with any stress you might had," then looking over at his papers covered in her fluids, she noticed his gaze.

"Don't worry about that, we can cover it all in a later date. "You will need a lot of private afternoon studies with me."

"Sounds good to me. Can't wait," he added as he got up and was ready to leave.

Smiling to himself, he couldn't help but to give himself a pat on the back. Looking at her and how adored she was with him, he really could work some magic as he turned a hard-ass woman with a stick up her ass into a more malleable woman.

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