"I would stop talking poorly of Harry Potter if I was you Smith, he is a hero and doesn't deserve your slander." Cormac Mclaggen shouted at the pompous fool. "If it wasn't for him then the prized heirloom of your family would either still be a vessel for the Dark Lord or a puddle of metal. He literally gave his life, with several witnesses to his rebirth, face it Smith, you're wrong about him and will always be wrong about him."
"That doesn't mean he is worth celebrating, he is a wannabee hero with a Martyr complex, he will never compare to the likes of Albus Dumbledore."
"Correct, Harry would never allow an innate prejudice towards my house of Gryffindor influence his actions like the former headmaster did."
"He wasn't prejudice towards the Gryffindors." Zacharius countered, not wanting to hear anything against the late wizard.
"I have personally benefited from his preferential treatment, as ashamed as I am for it now, I was quite the bully at one point in my life. Harry showed me a better way, the way of respectful debate, maybe you should try it." Cormac responded, not taking any of Zacharius' attitude.
At this point there was a large crowd gathered to watch the argument between two of the biggest hot-heads in the school.
"I don't have to take this from a half-blood like you." Smith shot back, turning and fleeing the scene.
The assembled crowd booed the cowardly Hufflepuff as he departed, most if not all of them carrying Harry's message of kindness.
/^_^/
It was very relaxing flying around unencumbered by any limitations either man made or natural, it was truly freeing. Elias could propel himself into the air and reduce his speed upon landing but it wasn't anywhere near as smooth as Harry's method of flight.
Blaise had come up with the idea of encasing himself in rock and floating that, granting him and the rest of the Earth Elementals a method of flight. None of the fire Elementals had even come close to matching Elias' raw power over fire.
Dudley and Nora had been blessed with a great boon, as a result of Moody's recruitment of numerous retired healers from St Mungo's, allowing them to begin their formal training in the healing arts.
Gellert had also finally left his seclusion with the shade of Dumbledore, seemingly much happier than anyone had ever seen him, and had become renewed in his desire to fight.
The night he let Dumbledore return to the beyond, Harry returned to Fate's realm for the first time in many months.
"Hello there Harry, what have you come to discuss today?" Fate asked him with a smile.
"Why did you never tell me that you're my mother?" He asked her simply, not allowing emotions to take control.
"I simply didn't remember, when I became Fate I received all of the memories of my predecessors and suddenly the two decades as Lily Potter became a drop in the sea of millennia. I am sorry that you grew up without a mother, even more so now because Voldemort would have spared me, while still failing to kill you."
"Is that what was supposed to happen? The broken threads that the previous Fate killed herself over?"
"Ver perceptive, son. If Severus hadn't asked Voldemort to spare me then your Father's protection would have kept both of us alive."
"There is so much I want to ask you…" Harry trailed off, uncertain of how this would go.
"Then ask, you can afford to sleep in for one day."
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"Fate doesn't exist, there is no Entity known as Fate, I am Lord Voldemort and fate bows to me."
"Potter is the fated one, we have been hatched for two and a half moons and even we can tell."
"You are only human, it is rare for one of your species to be able to hear anything significant, rarer still is the ability to understand what you hear."
"You are basilisks, while you have grown dramatically over a short period, you are still hatchlings. In time you will understand how things work." Voldemort snapped at the second Basilisk, who hissed angrily in response.
"You are the ignorant one, we refuse to serve someone who is so blind and arrogant that they would deny the truth to such a degree." The Basilisk slithered away, with the rest of the recently hatched serpents following her lead.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted, sending green light at the departing snake, deflecting off the snake's scales. The would-be-dead-snake immediately whirled around and lunged at Voldemort, who apparated away out of fear.
He had no people left on his side, his basilisks had betrayed him, and his base of operations was no longer accessible to him. Anger and frustration bubbled up within the Dark Lord, his blind seething and hatred overwhelming him. For the first time in his life he didn't know how to cope with the emotion, he couldn't calm down even slightly.
Anyone who walked past would have seen a grown man throwing a tantrum before their life was ended.
In that moment he saw himself, or rather the imposter pretending to be him, as clearly as if he was looking in a mirror.
"This wouldn't be the first time I've killed a man Named Marvolo Gaunt." Tom muttered to himself as he walked, not knowing where he was or where he would end up. "I'm coming for you."
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"I'm not sure about this Dudley, if we were meant to fly then we would fly like Harry." Nora Zabini said while standing next to her fiance and a broomstick. "It can't be that fun…"
"It is, at least in my opinion, one of the most freeing things that you can do. Why do you think that, as the pressure of the war has risen, Harry has taken to flying for an hour every day?"
"Flying is stupid, if I wanted to be in the air I could apparate like a hundred feet into the air, apparating where ever I can see."
"You could if you were immune to splinching, otherwise you will leave parts of yourself behind. Just try flying, we don't have to go above five foot to begin." Dudley responded, mounting his broom and floating near Nora's head.
"Okay, I'll try everything once."