He Has Risen Above

Chapter 18


Review Responses:

supersandman86: Wouldn't say redemption as they're not bad or anything, but yes they might be good, they might not be. I'll decide sometime in the future, and the howler's roar (I'm copyrighting that phrase) is a good idea I might use in the future.

TheRealAG: I just prefer Charlus and Dorea mainly becuase I can't imagine someone naming their child Fleamont or Euphemia.

Spazzman29: Still gonna say I didn't copy him but I'll give you benefit of the doubt and make sure to have fully original (or as original as you can get with a WBWL fic) chapters. Also, I searched up was Chalpin a dancer and it said yes so...


The weeks passed away like a flash without too may incidents, unless you count Lockhart getting hit by a bludger that one of the Weasley twins had 'accidentally' sent towards him during the Gryffindor-Slytherin match. The match itself had been a bit harder for Harry as there had been an actually competent seeker on the other team, but Slytherin had eventually prevailed thanks to a spectacular diving catch by Harry.

The end-of-year exams had been painful, like always, though Harry liked to thin he'd done well on them going by the look of surprise on McGonagall's face when he managed to conjure something out of the air and the delight Flitwick showed when he showed him the Accio charm, a 4th year spell. The Defense Against the Dark Arts exam had been...chaotic, to say the least.

Lockhart had thought it a good idea let loose the pixies he had shown them on their very first lesson into the room again, when it was their practical exam of course. At least he had the common sense to let out only 3 at a time and had tasked them with retrieving the pixies using the spells they knew. Harry had managed to tie 2 of them up with very small ropes and had summoned the other one to him, but other people didn't have as much luck as him. Several students had walked out of the room with their hair in clumps, their cheeks having small handprints on them and little marks all over their faces.

At the end of the year, Harry had come first in the year's overall rankings once again with Draco coming second this time and Daphne third. Lockhart had also been mysteriously convicted of obliviating several people and passing their acheievements for himself, and the aurors had had to escort him out of the school rather forcefully. He had tried to fight back against them, but spells meant for stopping pixies hadn't helped much against highly trained wizards and witches, and Lockhart has been lead from the hall with a bloody nose and crossed eyes.

At Lockhart's trial, which had taken place on the first day of the summer holidays, he had been found guilty of obliviating much more people than previously thought. Along with wiping the memories of those who had done the deeds he had taken credit for, he had been obliviating Muggles prior to all that so that he could perfect the obliviation charm, and he had also wiped the memories of anyone who had discovered his secrets, adults and children alike.

The court had clearly found him guilty and most of them had wanted to throw him in Azkaban for life but Dumbledore had objected, saying that Lockhart deserved a chance to repent and 'atone for his mistakes.' In the end, Dumbledore had partially succeeded due to the fact that he influenced many families into agreeing with him and Lockhart had been sentenced to 50 years in Azkaban though by the time he would come out of there he would be a frail old man, haunted by nightmares constantly due to over exposure to the dementors.


Harry admired the firebolt from outside the Quidditch supplies shop- it was a gleaming beast complete with all the best charms magic could do. He was here to get the new books for his 3rd year since he had chosen his electives but he had been distracted by the brand new Firebolt that onlly just come out.

"Amazing, isn't it?" asked an older girl Harry couldn't quite identify, speaking to her friend.

"I've heard that Ireland's ordered 7 of these for the world cup," said her friend excitedly. "Most have cost them a bloody fortune," he said and Harry couldn't help but agree. He'd seen the price tag and though the Black family could easily afford several of them, it wasn't anything to joke about. He didn't need the Firebolt anyway- his Nimbus 2000 was already good enough.

"What's the matter snake?" spat a voice from behind him. "Thinking of getting your slimy finger all over that broom?"

Harry turned around to see Ronald Weasley right in his face snarling. Behind him stood Daniel and Hermione, trying to look agressive but they were failing miserably. "Back off Weasley," he warned really not wanting his good mood to be spoiled.

"Make me, snake," spat Weasley again, spittle flying from his mouth onto Harry.

"You just had to say it," Harry sighed sadly and brought his knee up sharply, right into his crotch and Ron collapsed on the floor holding his nether regions in pain. "Now since you two are just barely smarter than he is, what are you doing here?" he asked getting a clearer view of them now that Ron wasn't in his face for no reason. Hermione was holding a ginger that Harry was 99% sure had miraculously fallen on its face and Daniel was holding a grey pet rat, most likely Ron's.

"Shopping," asnwered Daniel. "What about you?"

"Pissing off you three," said Harry taking a fake yawn. "It's actually quite exhausting."

"What are you actually doing here?" Hermione asked angrily.

"Shopping of course. Why else would I come here?" Harry looked at both of them like they had lost their brains, though to be fair they did act like it. "Now can you just leave me alone unless you want to end up like him?" he asked looking at Ron who was still collapsed on the floor.

"Let's go guys," said Daniel after a few moments of looking him right in the eyes. "My brother's a dick."

"Takes one to know one," retorted Harry while they helped Ron up and walked away.

"That was beautiful," said Neville walking out of the Quidditch store.

"For how long were you watching?" asked Harry.

"Since the crotch shot or so," shrugged Neville. "I had a great view out the window. So, which electives did you choose?"

"Runes, arithmacy and creatures," said Harry, already wishing he'd just taken two of them. "I might drop one if it sucks, or if the teacher doesn't know what they're doing."

"I took the same ones, but I still need to get the book for creatures. The new teacher's given us a weird one."

"I need it as well. I guess we're headed to Flourish and Botts."


Harry and his friends walked through the train trying to find a compartment that was free and didn't smell like rotten eggs. They passed Remus on their quest for one, sleeping soundly and had briefly considered going in there but they realised their excessive yelling and card-playing would keep him up for the whole journey. Eventually, they'd found one right at the back of the train and had locked it with simple locking charms, ones that were allowed on the train and anyone with a bit of intent could get past.

They pulled out their textbooks and games and got comfortable for what was sure to be a long train ride. "Hey Tracey," said Harry. "I've got good news for you."

"What is it?" asked Tracey looking up from her textbook.

"I just got made Quidditch captain," he said smugly pulling out a letter along with a dark green badge with a silver QC emblazoned on the front. Harry pinned it to his robes happily, realising he had just received exclusive permissions that none of his friends had.

"How the hell?" asked Tracey, and every one of Harry's friends agreed with her. "Flint's still in the school."

"Yeah, but the letter says something about how he wanted to foucs on his NEWTS instead of Quidditch this year, and I'm not complaining. Derreck and Bole are too thick to become captain, Blethcley's graduated from Hogwarts and Pucey got kicked off the squad for bullying some muggleborns. That leaves me and Draco, and I've been on the team longer. Sorry about that," he said Draco who just laughed it off.

"I can be vice-captain, right?" he asked and Harry nodded.

"You are going to let the girls try-out this year, aren't you?" asked Tracey.

"Yes, of course. I'm not a sexist git like Flint," Harry assured her. Flint had a policy that no girls were allowed on the squad, dating back to severa hundred years ago when it was implemented by even more sexist Slytherins. "And I'll be damn surprised if you don't get into the squad."

"Thank you!" squealed Tracey wrapping him a quick hug.

"Anytime Tracey," nodded Harry putting the letter back into his pocket.


"Hello brother," said Daniel opening the door to their compartment and waking Harry up. "Guess who I saw on the train today?" he asked evilly.

Harry noticed he wasn't backed by his pet monkeys for once, which was rather odd. "Just let me sleep for Merlin's sake, Dan," Harry sighed covering his head with a blanket to make Daniel go away.

"I saw Lupin," continued Daniel. "Wouldn't it be funny if the school found out he's a were-"

Harry was up in a flash and Daniel found himself outside the compartment pinned to the wall. "I know our father's told you about him, but you will keep it yourself," snarled Harry. He wasn't about to let his idiotic brother ruin his godfather's life. "If even a whiff gets out about the fact that he's a you know what, I will make you regret the say you were born. I will tell everyone very bad thing you've done, every time you fucked up, every single embarassing detail about your life that even you've forgotten out of shame, and all that will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you." Harry's eyes were glowing now, a burning green that made Daniel gulp and wish he was invisible. "You'll be expellled, stripped of your magic and I'll let the courts know what actually happened with the car that day. You understand?"

"I do, I do!" yelped Daniel very, very afraid. "I swear I wasn't going to reveal it! I promise! I just wanted leverage over you about the car thing, and I thought this was the best way to get it!" he said truthfully, hoping that Harry wasn't about to knee him in the nuts like he had done to Ron.

Harry looked him right in the eyes trying to catch him looking away but Daniel met them, however scared he was. "You're not lying," admitted Harry grudgingly and unpinned Daniel from the train wall. "Granger's anally retentive enough to realise he disappears everytime on the full moon, and she'll piece it together. It's your job to convince her she's wrong, and if you don't I will get her expelled, along with Weasley of course. Do you really want that happening to them knowing it was your fault?"

"No, no," squeaked Daniel and timidly rushed away.

Harry sniffed the air trying to identify where the smell was coming from. "Of course he pissed himself," he muttered going back into his compartment.


"Welcome!" said Dumbledore, the candlelight shimmering on his beard. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, I think it best to get them out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast…" Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued.

"I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he said gesturing to Lupin who stood up and took a bow.

There was loud applause from everyone, since Lupin was the first Defense Professor they'd seen that actually looked competent. He was well-dressed in brand new robes and the scars on his face gave him a rugged look, and the student body already saw him as much more competent than both Quirrel and Lockhart. The Slytherin table was perhaps the loudest, led by Harry and his friends with Gryffindor close behind led by Neville and surprisingly the Weasley Twins.

"Snape's pissed," Draco whispered in Harry's ear subtley looking towards the potions master.

"Gee, I wonder why?" asked Harry drily. "Maybe because the job he's been wanting for 10 years just got taken by someone he hates?"

"Surely that can't be the case," said Daphne. "But in all seriousness, how long do you think they're gonna go until there's a duel in the hallways?"

"Until Snape gets pissed enough. Remus isn't going to fight him, but if Snape attacks first I'm going to love seeing Remus whop his ass. It will be glorious," sighed Harry and each of his friends looked at him weirdly. "Hey, I'm fine with Snape but I'm taking my godfather over him any day."

"As to our second new appointment," Dumbledore continued as the great applause for Professor Lupin died away. "Well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties."

Harry and his friends all looked at each other, their faces set in stone. "And we're screwed," Harry said at last not joining in with the applause.

"Of all the goddamn teachers there are in this world, Dumbledore had to go with him," Draco complained as he sank down in his seat. All the Slytherins had similar looks upon their faces, too familiar with Hagrid's bias against them.

"Now the book makes sense," muttered Daphne. "Hagrid's the only one thick enough to give us a book that can take our heads off if we're not too careful. How did you guys get it to stop biting you?" she asked.

"Whacked it with a crowbar until it fell asleep and then I skinned the cover off so now it's a normal book," said Harry painfully. "It took me way too long."

"Well, I think that's everything of importance," said Dumbledore breaking Harry out of the rousing discussion he was having. "Let the feast begin!" The golden plates and goblets before them filled suddenly with food and drink. Harry, suddenly very hungry, began to eat.


Severus Snape sat in his office, feeling very, very grumpy. It wasn't enough that Dumbledore had to deny him the job he'd been wanting for several years but he had to go and hire someone he detested with a burning passion. Oh, how he would love to reveal to every single soul on this planet, dead or alive, about that man's condition and see how he would be suddenly thrown out of soceity and treated like an outcast. Oh, how he wished to do that.

"Severus," said Remus Lupin walking into the potion master's office, breaking him out of his rather ugly thoughts.

Snape instantly stood up and pulled out his wand, pointing it at Remus. "What do you want?" he asked calmly though Remus could see the hate boiling in those black eyes.

"Lower the stick," warned Remus. "I said, lower the stick," he warned again when Snape refused and this time be brought his wand down. "I just want to talk."

"Then make it quick," snapped Snape. "I don't want to waste any of my time talking with you of all people."

"It's time to put aside our differences Severus," said Remus wearily. "I don't want to quarrel with you any more, even after all you've done."

"All I've done!" spat Snape angrily. "You and your merry gang were the ones that-"

"We can argue semantics at another time." Remus held up his hand to stop him. "I'm sure you know I've distanced myself from James and Lily after that night, and you have been surprsingly nice to Harry despite the fact that he is a Potter."

"He's one of the few that don't make my blood boil," Snape admitted.

"Exactly. You've been able to put aside your hatred for James and not let it extend to his sons. Well, one of his sons. Can't you do the same for me?" Remus asked. "I've changed. I'm not the same man I used to be, and so has Sirius."

Snape looked his in the eyes and Lupin's grey ones met him; a silent battle of will happened through there and Lupin eventually won out. "Fine," Snape said grudgingly. "Now get out of my office."

"As you wish," said Remus smiling slightly. "But know this, if you reveal my secret, Sirius and Charlus will have you thrown into Azkaban for the rest of your greasy life. Not even Dumbledore will be able to save you, and your benefactor Malfoy will help us do it. And all that will be a blessing compared to what I'll do to you. If you reveal my secret, that is," said Remus cheerfully and left leaving Snape slightly afraid.


AN/ Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much I enjoyed writing it. I've given Remus more willpower etc as I think that having a good life with Sirius and Harry will make sure he's not as weak-willed as in canon, though it was never his fault. Snape will be good, and he, Sirius and Snape will get on reasonably well.

I'm on the fence about whether I should have Harry and Daphne date other people before each other, so let me know what you think. To that reviewer who decided to leave a very ugly review insulting me, please don't be a d*ck. If you say stuff like that, I'm just going to ignore you.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave a review.