Here it is, sorry I'm 5 and a half hours past the deadline!

Disclaimer in Chapter 1. Will add as needed.

It took a good four and a half hours to get the school's population calmed down and fixed enough that they were able to cart them off to their respective dorms. Another hour after that was spent with Dumbledore trying to calm the teachers themselves who were demanding answers that the man couldn't give, but eventually Albus was alone enough to call Hermione and Ron to his office to try and gather more information about the chaos that had enveloped the castle that day.

They met at the gargoyle, Albus' sharp blue eyes taking in Hermione's scorched hair and neon yellow skin as well as Ron's soaked clothes and rat tail. "I see you have also ran into some rather unfortunate times in the castle today." He said solemnly, Ron scowled but Hermione nodded seriously. Dumbledore hummed, "Ronald, can you dry your clothes? I am not aware of the state of my office but considering that I woke up on the roof I don't have high hopes and I'd rather not add wet floors to whatever mess is up there."

Ron ducked his head and blushed, allowing Hermione to jump in, "He's tried Headmaster, I've tried. Somehow the water seems to be emitting from his clothes themselves and I haven't been able to do a switching charm to get rid of the clothes."

Albus sighed, "I see." He looked to the gargoyle, "Hubba Bubba." The gargoyle jumped to the side and they made their way up stairs warily. When Dumbledore pushed open the door to his office his jaw immediately clenched and he fought to keep his emotions in check to prevent his magic from lashing out violently.

His entire office was covered in ice, his entire desk and its contents was encased in one solid block and thick sheets covered his bookcases, leaving them inaccessible. Various railings, nick-knacks, and other pieces of furniture that he had scattered around the room were also encased. It seemed that only the floor was left along, however once Albus stepped on it he found it to be covered in black ice and almost went careening toward a painful impact with the frosted fire place, only managing to save himself at the last minute. Fawkes was nowhere to be seen.

"Bloody hell." Ron chattered, crossing his arms as the cold started to pierce through his wet clothes.

"What spell could have done this?" Hermione wondered, edging across the floor carefully. Dumbledore didn't answer but pulled out his wand to attempt to banish the ice, after several minutes though it was clear that nothing was working. In frustration Dumbledore summoned a lick of fiendfyre and directed it at the ground, succeeding in only setting the edge of his robes on fire, which he put of quickly.

"I don't know how, but this ice is impervious to spells." Albus mused, looking around, "There must be some potion added to it or maybe…" he trailed off as another solution popped into his head but his shook his hairless head quickly, dismissing the thought, "No, one hasn't been seen in years." He muttered to himself.

"Headmaster." Ron stuttered, his whole body shivering at this point, "Can we move this along?"

Albus looked over to the redhead and put on his grandfatherly mask, "Of course Ronald, just tell me what you can about what happened today and then you can go see Madame Pomphrey.

Ron nodded weakly, "It was the twins." He stated without hesitation, "Had to be. It was like they were…everywhere. Taunting people. Only they would have been able to do something like this on such a massive scale."

"Did you see Harriet at all today?" Albus asked.

"No." Ron said, "But the twins like her, they probably holed her up somewhere."

Dumbledore lifted his nonexistent eyebrow but gave Ron a dismissive wave, "Thank you Ronald. You can go now. We wouldn't want you catching a cold."

"Thanks Headmaster." Ron gritted, his arms crossed over his chest to try and retain some heat.

Once he had left Dumbledore looked over to Hermione, "Have the Fred and George been showing Harriet any sort of affection?"

Hermione cocked her head, "Well, they are very close and they are around her all the time but I thought it was only because they were on the Quidditch team together. I will try to watch their interactions more closely."

"You do that." Dumbledore said, "I've been so focused on removing the restraining order and trying to end the investigation into Harriet's situation I haven't really noticed. We can't have them becoming her best friends or worse, let one of them become her boyfriend. That would throw another of my plans through the wringer." He leaned precariously against an iced chair, "We need to separate her from everyone, isolate her to give you two a bigger opening to get to her."

"Actually Headmaster, that is not working out very well." Hermione began steadily, "Ginny can't seem to get close to Harriet at all for her to even attempt to bring me in, but I think I've found a solution."

Dumbledore again raised an eyebrow, "Do tell my dear, you have been coming along nicely in your planning skills."

Hermione beamed at her mentor, "The new parseltongue, the girl, Ligia Liesmith. I've seen her and Harriet speaking together. I've also heard she and her brother are muggleborns, if we could find something to offer them we may be able to get her to be our spy! Plus, she would be able to nudge Harri toward Ron to try and salvage the marriage plan from what it began as."

Albus nodded slowly, "Yes, and the fact that she is a Slytherin will help build our case should it ever come to declaring her a Dark Lady." Dumbledore's face spread into a true smile as he looked fondly at his apprentice, "Very good Hermione, that is an excellent plan. One worthy of myself. Sometimes we old folks just need young eyes to help us along."

Hermione blushed but puffed her chest up at the praise, "I learned from the best."

Albus chuckled, "Yes. Now, let's iron out those details."

Despite the staff's demand for punishment for those who had created the prank castle, there wasn't much Dumbledore could do without proof. Fred and George's involvement was clear but anyone with any sense knew that they couldn't have pulled off the changing of the castles structure by themselves. Unfortunately, no one could really pinpoint who else was involved with all the chaos that had happened after they had been ejected so quickly from the Great Hall, all the stories were conflicting.

Fred and George were awarded one week of detention that turned to two when they refused to sell out their accomplices, they served them proudly. Of course it helped that they were given to Severus for detentions that McGonagall thought would be a real punishment. However, Severus used some of the time to help Fred with his potions and Harri snuck in to talk to George while they were working. When Severus was busy with grading or his own potion work the trio would use the time for connecting through the faux bond.

After that things chugged right along with the end of the spring semester.

Severus' second attempt at the Cure All had failed but he was confident that he knew what he did wrong and the crystal cauldron Harriet had loaned him was certainly upping his chances. Harriet offered to let him come over to the LeFay castle to brew in peace over the summer since she knew finding another large chunk of intensive brewing time as the school year drew to a close would be difficult and Dumbledore would be more prone to interruptions once school was out. He had refused initially but Harry had made sure that he had a portkey that would bring him to the castle if need be.

Dumbledore was working to refine Hermione's plan, it drew his attention away from the restraining order that he had to admit was causing him more and more frustration as well as the rage that was building over his still iced over office. Nothing he tried had cleared the ice, at all, only when Fawkes had reappeared three days after the incident had he made any progress. The phoenix only agreed to melt the floor, telling the Headmaster through the manipulated bond that the man deserved it. After three curses from the elderly wizard Fawkes left in a huff.

Harry was enjoying the down time the new schemes were creating. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had backed off somewhat and Harri assumed that they were laying low while they tried something new. She really hoped that they took the bait Ligia and Sage had been laying out for them to pick up and roll with.

Thankfully, they were.

Ligia and Jor steeled themselves as they ascended the stairs to the Headmaster's office. They had been preparing for this the entire year and Ligia was honestly surprised it had taken this long for it to happen. Harriet told her that it wasn't that surprising as the Headmaster liked to cling to his plans until there wasn't the slightest chance of them working, at least in her experience. Still, Ligia and Jor were going into this with a great amount of wariness; Ligia was preparing to allow the Headmaster to lead the conversation while keeping the appropriate thoughts in front of her shields for the man to read.

Bringing her hand up to knock, she stopped when she heard, "Come in." With a steadying breath Ligia pushed her way into the office and immediately had to hide her laughter as she saw that much of the room was still covered in ice. The Headmaster had apparently had the elves bring him a table and some chairs to sit in front of the block of ice that was his normal desk. Dumbledore looked up from his little table and gave her what many would believe was a kind, grandfatherly smile; Ligia wasn't fooled. "Ah, Ligia, please come in." he gestured toward one of the smaller un-iced chairs in front of his table, "Take a seat."

Ligia walked to the closest seat and dropped into it gracefully, "You wanted to see me Headmaster?"

"Yes, how are you and your brother settling in here?" Dumbledore asked, leaning forward on the desk.

"Very nicely." Ligia said, "Most of the people have been very welcoming and Sage really feels at home here." *Not a complete lie.* Ligia thought, *Though he has been missing LeFay Castle every so often.*

"Good, that's very good." Dumbledore said, "And yourself?"

Ligia tilted her head, "It's been challenging coming into Slytherin as a muggleborn but I think I've settled pretty well."

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, was some of that settling facilitated by Harriet Potter?"

Ligia raised an eyebrow, "Harri? Yes, she was one of the only ones who wasn't immediately afraid of me because of my ability to speak to snakes."

Dumbledore smiled, "Good, she really is one of Hogwarts' best and brightest." He folded his hands in front of him, "So are you two very close friends?"

"I'm not sure if I'd classify us as 'close friends' but we do get along." Ligia said, keeping her face neutral.

"Oh dear." Dumbledore said solemnly, "You aren't having any problems with her are you? I've heard only good things but those are mostly from the staff so I'm not sure."

Ligia fought her urge to raise an eyebrow again or snort, *Just because we're not 'close friends' doesn't mean I find something wrong with her.* Still, Ligia decided to roll with it as she scrunched up her nose, "Nothing too big. She does seem to act a bit self-important and she has an attitude that can be a bit much at times."

Dumbledore sat back and stroked at his newly regrown beard, "Oh dear, that is unfortunate. It could turn into a real problem."

Inwardly Ligia rolled her eyes at the obviousness of the leading statement, "A problem Headmaster?" she barely got out without sarcasm.

Albus hummed, "Yes, a problem." He folded his hands over his beard, "I don't know if you are aware of this Ligia but Harriet is actually a very prominent figure in our world. As the girl-who-lived she will always be a prominent voice in our community, her words will always hold some weight with the people around us. Unfortunately, being raised as she was in the muggle community, completely away from the wizarding world, means she has no real basis for the issues that affect our community today. If she really has an inflated sense of importance or the wrong attitude she could really harm us with her words or actions."

"That doesn't sound good." Ligia said worriedly, she gave the Headmaster an uncertain look, "She couldn't really cause that much trouble could she?"

Dumbledore's eyes started to twinkle, something Harri had warned Ligia about, while his face remained serious, "She could absolutely cause a lot of trouble. With an inflated sense of importance and enough awareness to realize just what power she truly does hold over our community, she could lead the populace around with any of her strong beliefs that she has come up with without true knowledge of the wizarding world. This could cause discord or an uprising that could damage our community or even reveal us to the muggles."

"The muggles sir?" Ligia asked, making sure her eyes were appropriately wide. "Why would she want to reveal us to the muggles?"

Dumbledore's face drew into a sad expression, "I'm not sure if you have read the paper my girl but it has been discovered that the family she was put into for safety, ended up abusing her quite badly. I'm not sure if she would but people who have lived through such situations often try for revenge, completely uncaring of what happens to get to it."

"I thought her relatives disappeared?" Ligia couldn't resist throwing in, she quickly covered the slip when the twinkle started to dim, "Why would she go after the muggles after the ones who hurt her have vanished?"

The twinkle was back, "Fear is a great motivator to push past where things should end. Fear that others would treat her like that. Fear that she would be hurt again." He inclined his head, "And that's not to mention that damage that can be done if she turns her sights toward the magical community."

*Ah, there it is.* Ligia thought, *He's started his final pitch.* "The magical community?" Ligia asked, her eyes big.

Dumbledore nodded, "Oh yes, she could do a lot of damage internally. If she truly does have an inflated sense of importance, then she could take attention away from real issues or she could become another Voldemort."

Ligia really couldn't stop her eyebrows from raising this time, "Voldemort?"

Dumbledore looked solemn, "Yes, they have many similarities. They are both incredibly powerful. They both came into the magical world knowing nothing of it. They are both half-bloods. And they both think themselves above everyone." Albus leaned forward again, "It would take very little, I think, to push Harriet over the edge. To start denying her muggleborn mother's side and start rallying purebloods. To push to get muggleborns thrown out of our society." Dumbledore looked into Ligia's eyes and she felt him push some compulsions at her subtly, "It wouldn't take much to start her on the path of a Dark Lady."

Ligia shoved down the urge to sneer at the man who was coming on way to strong, despite the compulsions he was adding that was meant to smooth the way with someone who wasn't already protected against them. If it was any other person with protections against compulsions listening to this, they would likely be turned off. Luckily for Ligia she didn't have to play believable for the old goat, she just had to play along. She let her eyes widen again, throwing a good bit of worry and fear into her expression just as the compulsions were meant to do, "You really think she could become a Dark Lady? That she would try to throw out muggleborns?"

"If she truly dug into the Dark Arts it may go even further." Dumbledore said seriously, "Voldemort was never shy about seeking out muggleborns to send a message with after all."

*Taking a real risk there.* Ligia huffed internally, *What if I didn't know that much about Voldemort's actions toward muggleborns? What if I was just stupid? There are plenty of idiots in Slytherin.* Outwardly Ligia bit her lip and looked down, "That's terrible." She looked back up to Dumbledore with hope in her eyes, "There is something that can stop her from becoming that right?"

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "I have tried to help things along but because of the DMLE's recent actions I can no longer watch her as closely or guide her toward the light and away from the shadows. I have tried to get some information from others in Gryffindor but it would seem that she keeps to herself, the Quidditch team, and her snakes. I cannot get a good read on her from afar but I am trying to put things in place to deter her where I can."

"Is there anything I can do?" Ligia asked, she almost frowned at the sudden flash of the Headmaster's eyes at what he probably deemed was success.

Dumbledore let his face draw into a soothing, gentle expression, "I appreciate the gesture young Ligia but this situation could turn dangerous very quickly. I couldn't allow you to risk yourself."

"But I want to Headmaster." Ligia insisted, *Clever goat, make it seem like it was my idea. That way I can't pin it on you later.* "If Harriet does go down the path to being a Dark Lady then my brother and I could be in danger! We are muggleborns and that is not going to suddenly change. I want to help! To keep my brother safe!"

Dumbledore seemed to consider her for a moment, "Are you sure Ligia? You have just joined our world. This transition cannot be easy for you. To put this on top of things…"

"I'm sure Headmaster." Ligia said with a firm nod, "Just tell me what I need to do. I won't let an overinflated ego endanger my brother."

Dumbledore smiled.

An hour later, Ligia made it back to the Slytherin common room to find the Friday remedial muggle studies class in progress. Harri was currently giving a presentation on muggle music, just facts and categories while Fred and George passed out and helped students use some very simple mp3 players that Harri had loaded and warded for this segment. Luna, Bucky, Percy, Lee, and Sage were all sitting on the couch watching, Fenrir had curled up near Harri's feet and was sleeping.

Seeing Ligia come in Harri stopped and smiled, "Hey Ligia, can you help Fred and George with the mp3 players?"

"In a minute. We need to talk." Ligia said. Harri moved to put up wards as Ligia approached but she shook her head, "No, they need to know what is happening as well." Fred and George stood up and looked over to them as the Slytherin's all straightened up attentively. Harri raised an eyebrow but nodded for her to continue, Ligia settled into a loose stance beside Harri, "I've just come back from my meeting with the Headmaster." Many of the upper years tensed.

Harri just nodded, "Did it go as planned?"

Ligia nodded, "He tried to compulsion me after feeding me some leading bullshit that was meant to lead me to believe that you would become a danger to Sage." Crabbe and Goyle let out snorts as the rest of the Slytherins rolled their eyes, they were aware of just how much Harri cared and protected Ligia, Sage, Fenrir, and Jor. Ligia smiled, "Yes, ridiculous. I played along just as we planned though and I offered my services to him, which he took of course. I'm supposed to spy on you and report back all of your interactions, your interests, any plans you may have, and try to get you to consider Ron Weasley to be a friend and eventually more." Fred and George scowled.

Harri snorted, "Well we can feed him very convincing bullshit about the first ones but the last we won't even bother with shall we?" Ligia's smile turned into a smirk, Harri grinned in response before turning to address the Slytherins, "Ligia is doing this on my request. She has not turned traitor. I trust her with my life. If you truly have concerns about this then you are welcome to come to me but as good Slytherins you should look at this as what it truly is. A way for us to gather information about our enemy."

"Yes, Lady Slytherin."

Harriet smiled before turning back to the screen, "Alright, that's done for now. Let's move on to Rock. AC/DC is…"

With Ligia's new spy duties secured, there wasn't much else for Harri to look forward to other than the training, the upcoming heist, and the assassination attempts. The two she was keeping an eye on didn't seem to be calming with more proof of her movements against Dumbledore or her steadfast presence and determination to keep on top of the Slytherin reform. At this point, Harri was less worried about the assassinations for conquest claims (from the students themselves at least) since she had begun proving herself to a majority of the house and more assassination attempts simply because of who she was said to have and was destined to destroy.

Lucien Bole was beginning to act strangely so Harri zeroed in on him as the first contender. He was a fifth year beater on the Slytherin Quidditch team. His parents had both been Death Eaters in the first war, his mother had died by the hands of an auror two days after Voldemort had been defeated and his father was carted off to Azkaban shortly after that. He was living with his uncle currently, an 'imperioused' Death Eater who had gotten off with a sob story and a healthy bribe. Harri wasn't afraid of him in the slightest but she was not under the illusion that he was a push over. She had heard talk of his uncle from the other Slytherins and knew that the man was a fierce dueler, something he had likely taught his nephew. Harri had also had the misfortune of battling his father in the last timeline and knew the man had a certain flare for torture spells.

Bole struck a month before school ended.

Harri was walking through the halls toward the Slytherin common room with her hands filled with muggle books. It was Sunday morning and she had promised to bring in some new muggle fiction for the snakes yesterday when one of the third years had admitted to reading all of the stories Harri had left in the common room already. The muggle fiction was actually tied for the second most popular topic of muggle studies, ranking right there with music but both coming behind the TV shows Harri had managed to get the Slytherins addicted to.

Passing by the hall where she had caught Severus for their little talk over a year ago, it was only years of war and missions that allowed her to duck out of the way of red spell that was speeding toward her. Harriet snapped upright and whirled toward the origin of the spell only to find three more headed at her. Harri immediately dropped the books in her arms and rolled out of the way of the spells, flicking her wand into her wand in the next second as she popped back up into her defensive stance.

Lucien stepped from the shadows, his wand raised level with Harri's chest, "You're the reason I don't have a mother. You're the reason my father couldn't see me grow up. I refuse to take orders from a filthy light witch like you any longer!" he snarled before launching a blasting curse followed closely by three cutting curses and a mild torture curse that wasn't quite dark enough to set off the wards.

Harri deflected the first two and was about to shield from the rest when two first year Slytherins walked around the corner and right into her prepared deflection path. Harri quickly side stepped the second cutting curse but the third hit her chest right at her collar bone and the torture curse hit head on, making her skin burn like she had been dunked in scalding water. Glacia screeched within her at the boiling heat as she hunched over slightly, her eyes watering with the pain.

Bole faltered at Glacia's inaudible screech, the sound making his soul freeze and his magic rebel slightly. That was just the opening Harri needed to fling her own spells, shielding the wide eyed first years as she did. Harri flung two cutting curses, one that hit Bole's cheek and another that got his wand arm; a quick incarcerous spell after that had the guy in a heap on the floor; and a final over powered stinging charm that left Lucien's belly red and sensitive released some of the pain and rage she was feeling from the torture curse she hadn't had a chance to counter.

Taking a shaky breath, Harri countered the scalding curse and relaxed a little, despite Glacia's internal angry monologue and her wish to find herself a freezer to curl up in for a while. Harriet looked to the two first years with a soft smile, "You weren't hit were you?"

"No ma'am." The shortest one squeaked, her brown curly hair bouncing as she shook.

Harri placed a calming hand on her shoulder, "It's fine. It's all done now. Now I need one of you to go to the kitchen to get Fred, George, and my snakes and the other to go grab Professor Snape from his office. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am!" they cried before scurrying off.

Harri drew in another breath before waving her wand to make the books float behind her and grabbed the ropes holding Lucien to drag him behind her; ignoring his moan as she dragged him over the slight lip in the doorway of the Slytherin common room. As soon as she crossed the threshold all of the early risers looked up and let their shock show before running off to the dorms for the rest of the house. Ligia was among them but she didn't run off, she ran over to Harri and eyed her worriedly, "What happened?"

"Assassination attempt." Harri said dryly, dropping Lucien to the ground at her feet.

"What did he do?" Ligia asked, her hands hovering slightly but afraid to touch her, "Your skin is all red, you look like a tomato."

"Scalding curse." Harri said, shifting gingerly as her slow decrease in adrenaline was letting her begin to feel the after effects.

Ligia's worry ratcheted up, "An ice phoenix can't handle that kind of heat without their flames to disburse it." She said soft enough so only Harri would hear.

"I know." Harri hissed lowly, her teeth clenched, "Once I have this dealt with I'm going to go to the RoR and pull up a freezer to nap in."

Ligia frowned before quickly shifting around Harri to hide her from the rest of the common room. She pulled a large box from her dimensional pocket, a dark grey semi-transparent box that seemed to hold something that swirled inside of it. Ligia's skin started to turn blue, "Put your hands on this."

Harri did without question and jolted as Glacia practically purred inside of her (a strange sound from a bird but the deep rumbling from her chest couldn't be counted as anything other), cold and ice flooded her and Harri felt the pain fading fast. "Merlin…" she breathed, the cold still hitting her in intoxicating waves, "Is that…" she shook herself and forced her hands off the box, "That's the Casket of Ancient Winters isn't it?"

Ligia put the box away, "It is. Didn't I ever show it to you before?"

Harri shook her head, "You mentioned still having it but there was never really a reason to whip it out."

Ligia smiled, "Well, it might be useful with what you are. Maybe I can let you perch on it every so often during your burning." Her smile turned a bit mischievous, "Not too much though, you're looking slightly tipsy."

Harri giggled, "I feel slightly tipsy."

"Harriet!" they both turned in time to see Fred and George barreling into the common room, skidding past the crowd that had gathered and coming to a stop next to her.

Harri threw up a quick privacy ward around them as Fred and George checked her over, the Marauders slithering over to her from her mates to do their own checks. "I'm fine, I took care of him and Ligia helped me recover from the scalding curse. All I have to show for it is the cut on my chest and even that isn't that bad since it wasn't head on."

Fred glared down at Lucien as George healed the cut across Harri's collar, "Can we take the punishment?" Fred growled.

"If you want." Harri conceded easily, "I didn't do much to him. Just stopped him and a little revenge for the scalding curse."

Lucien looked up at the twins fearfully as they glared down at him, "You're in for a world of hurt." Fred growled.

"You shouldn't have hurt what was ours." George added dangerously.

Harri smiled at them as she petted the Marauders reassuringly, "After I address the House." She warned before dropping the privacy ward and hardening her expression. She saw Severus enter the common room with the two fluster firsties and gave a slight nod before looking back out to the rest of the House. "Coming to the common room this morning I was attacked. An attempt was made on my life by Lucien Bole." She kicked the tied up boy lightly where he was trussed up. "It failed but I have no doubts that some of you will try again." Her eyes rested on Graham Montague until he shifted uncomfortably and she moved on, mission accomplished, "Those attempts will also fail. However, those attempts will differ in one crucial way." She waved a hand down at Bole, "I will not stop here. This is a warning. The only warning you will get. Next time there will be bigger consequences. Next time…" she looked down at Bole, "next time you will wish the thought never even entered your head."

Harri was pleased with the response the attack had created. The majority of the Slytherins were livid that Bole had tried to kill Harri, he was instantly the lowest of the low in the hierarchy. Of the majority that were angry on Harri's behalf, over half were very enthusiastic to join in on Fred and George's punishment, which relegated Lucien to a dog within the Slytherin dorms, making him crawl around on all fours and sleep in the common room, since "Bad dogs aren't allowed on the bed", for a week. All in all, that response meant that the Slytherins were more than just resigned to her presence and orders, they were beginning to get attached to her and were showing just the very first bits of staunch loyalty.

As the school year drew to a close Harri was able to relax, especially when Luna said that Montague had fallen back to plan for next year. It was an unexpected event but one that let Harri relax and focus on the end of the year exams that, while not really important for her since she had already completed her OWLs, she took seriously as a way to practice for the NEWTs she would need to take not this summer, but the next.

Finally, the end of June arrived and everyone gathered in the Slytherin room after the Graduation Feast for one final celebration.

As Harri lounged between Fred and George, drinking butter beers and planning for summer with Ligia, Sage, Luna, and Lee who were all sitting across from them, Harriet scanned the room.

The graduating seventh years seemed to be waiting for something. They had been acting strangely all day, Harri thought at first that it was nerves for graduation but that had passed and now they were just waiting for the train to take them home tomorrow. "What do you think has gotten into them?" Fred murmured in her ear, his own brown eyes roving over the seventh years who were strangely the most docile at their graduation celebration.

"One more challenge?" George questioned, Harri hummed in consideration.

"What, all of them at once?" Fred asked, "They can't hope to take her otherwise."

"No…" Harri said, "If that was it they would have done it before the party started. They're waiting on something."

"Should we be worried?" George asked.

Before Harri could answer the door to the common room opened and all of the seventh years straightened as Severus walked into the room, his back straight and his face blank. Harri smiled as Severus made his way over to them, effectively silencing the chatter in the room, "No, it will be fine." Harri said softly.

Severus stopped in front of them, "Lady Slytherin, I challenge you to a duel." He said clearly, his drawl rolling over the common room and inciting excited whispers from everyone.

Harri stood slowly but fluidly from her spot, "I accept your challenge." Harri said before tapping her foot on the ground. Everyone gave out startled noises as the room shifted, moving everyone off to either side before a full sized dueling platform appeared in the cleared center of the room. "Shall we?" Harri said with a smirk. Severus only lifted an eyebrow before walking over and jumping up onto the center of the platform.

*Kick his ass Princess!* James cheered.

*You show him what your made of!* Remus called.

*Are you going to go full out with him?* Ligia asked curiously, tucking her legs under her so she had a bit of a boost to watch the fight.

*With spells at the very least. He can take it. He is powerful and was mentored by Voldemort.* Harri said, taking off her robes, leaving her in just her uniform skirt, sock, shirt, and sweater, her shoes having been taken off for the party. She jumped up onto the platform easily and nudged the ward stone that would keep any of their spells from straying. As they bowed to each other Harri smiled at him, "Don't you dare hold back. I hate to look like I only won because I was fighting an old man."

Severus sneered at her, "I'm hardly old Potter. If you want age to help you win maybe you'd rather be fighting Dumbledore."

"I would." Harri chirped brightly, "Then I could cut off his head and still have a relatively decent summer." With that they turned and stalked down the platform five paces before turning and taking their stances. They eyed each other for several tense seconds before they struck at the same time, the first spells colliding and making a bright flash as they both went into action.

Severus used the bright light to send a barrage of spells which Harri ducked and deflected mainly on instinct, throwing two quick spells back at him as she back flipped out of the way of a bone breaker curse. Landing in a crouch Harri summoned six snakes and sent them after Severus, they slithered over toward him like they were shot from Clint's bow, making him back up as he shot at the fast moving creatures that were moving toward him. Harri wasted no time in conjuring a small boulder behind Severus as he scrambled away from the snakes, he tripped and fell backward but shot another two spells at Harri as he toppled. Harri managed to avoid the first but it moved her right into the path of the second and she could only block, making several shallow cuts appear along her left arm, shredding the sleeves of her clothes and further ruining it as blood began to seep out.

Harri and Severus recovered at the same time and the spells flew, both dodged and blocked, received and returned fire as they fought back and forth on the platform. Harriet had a brilliant smile on her face as she battled, it wasn't often that she had someone who could fight her on her own level. Severus, though not smiling like Harri was, was quite happy as well, it was the first real challenge he had had in a while. He did suspect that if Harri were to add weapons and her hand to hand combat then this would have been over a lot quicker but right now, just one on one, they were pretty evenly matched. Despite how much fun she was having, Harri could see the Marauders growing antsy and the Slytherins edging toward the ward line, where they would begin to be in firing range. Fred and George were shifting too but Harri recognized the looks on their faces as something completely different from worry.

With a spectacular end in mind, Harriet set off a strong fog charm, obscuring the entire platform in thick mist. As Severus tried to banish it, Harri quickly moved into action.

Severus huffed as he banished the thick fog, it was a great diversion tactic but now his robes were just a bit damp and he was chilled. He wanted to finish this quickly so the seventh years could be satisfied and he could leave the party for the book he had started that morning. Once the fog cleared Severus froze at the sight in front of him.

There were two identical Harri's in front of him now, both smirking and both twirling their wands between their fingers, completely in sync. The Slytherins were whispering excitedly and Ligia was grinning, her chest puffed up with pride seeing Harri use her own strategy so effectively.

Severus scowled and launched a wide attack at the two Harriet's who both managed to dodge or shield against the oncoming spells as they walked resolutely toward him. He sent a blasting hex toward the one on the left and she flipped over him completely to avoid it just as Severus shot another cutting curse at the one on the right. Severus felt a small sense of victory when the cutting curse hit Harri's arm and her entire form wavered, the victory died though as he remembered the one behind him and spun to face her only to have her wand pressed between his eyes.

"Do you yield?" she asked flatly, but her eyes were warm as they regarded him, respect and playfulness showing through, reminding Severus strongly of Lilly.

"I yield." Severus answered, his lips quirking up on the side.

Thus Harri's second year ended on a high note, the final challenge being issued and won and the Slytherins knowing exactly who was in charge now. The ride home was uneventful other than the excessive kissing and lovey dovey stuff Harriet, Fred, and George played up to annoy Lee and make Neville blush with. Back at LeFay castle they settled in for the summer quickly, giving themselves a few weeks off of intensive training, only doing morning workouts and after lunch weapons maintenance.

There really wasn't much they had to do this summer. Harri would go through her burn, something she was preparing Fred and George for, walking them through the process and letting them know what to expect. They were a little uncertain but they memorized all the information Harriet told them religiously and were determined to stay with her the entire time. Harriet and Bucky had already planned out Steve's kidnapping, only they would be going for the extraction, and then he would be brought back here for what Tony had jokingly called, initiation. Harri had promised a worried Bucky that Tony wouldn't be present for the first discussion but the genius didn't help matters when he chuckled darkly and said that he didn't need to be here for it. Luna and Xeno were also planning out the groups Crumple Horned Snorkack trip, a week later than Harri had originally planned it but Luna had just said that there was a scarlet delay that would put off their trip. It hadn't really messed with anything so Harri had simply shrugged it off.

Really, all this only covered up to Harriet's birthday, so there really wasn't much to do over the summer other than plan and finally relax between the super concentrated bits of activity. Honestly, Harri couldn't wait.

Of course, she should have known it was too good to be true.

A week after they had arrived home and a three days until Harri's burn hit Harri froze in the middle of a training exercise when she felt something breach the wards. Not noticing anything wrong, Sleipnir landed a punch to the distracted Harri's side, making her yelp. Everyone stopped at the sound, used to Harri not making any noises of pain during training. Sleipnir slapped his hand over his mouth, "I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you stopped! Are you okay?"

Harri straightened, her eyes hard, "I'm fine, but someone breached the wards." In an instant everyone was moving, switching clothes and following Harri who was gearing up on the run. "They came in from the north field, the breach felt a little strange so I'm not sure how many but there are very few who know where this place is…or will know where this place is and knows how to get through the wards without express permission."

As soon as they moved through the open doors, Fenrir enlarged himself until he was standing in his real enormous size, towering over all of them, before running off with Loki on his back. Sleipnir changed into his horse form and allowed Bucky onto his back and then followed after his brother quickly. Fred, George, James, Sirius, and Remus all mounted brooms to take air support, Glacia flying with them. They spread out and covered the area, looking for what breached the wards in a large fan so no spot would be missed.

Finally, they heard Fenrir barking and they all converged on the wolf.

When they arrived, it was to find Fenrir with his front paws holding something to the ground, his hind end in the air and his tail wagging like a particularly excited puppy. Glacia changed back right in front of him and walked closer slowly, "What did you catch Fenrir?"

"Some bit of red fabric. It was attached to some man who disappeared when Fenrir gave chase." Loki huffed as he slid from Fenrir's back.

Harriet frowned, "Red fabric?"

Loki nodded, "It seemed to be blowing in no wind, but Fenrir caught it."

Harri's frown deepened, "That's impossible…" she muttered as the first thought that popped into her head registered.

"What's impossible?" Bucky asked warily, approaching Fenrir's paws curiously.

Harri bit her lip but nudged Fenrir gently, "Can I see it Fenrir?" The wolf carefully lifted his paws off of his prey a little bit so Harri could see the familiar fabric squirming under the remaining weight of Fenrir's paws.

"What the hell is it?" James asked, frowning down at it, "I've never seen a cloak move on its own before. Unless it was a lethifold and not a cloak."

"It's the Cloak of Levitation. An artifact from the Mystics, the artifact that chose the new Sorcerer Supreme." Harri rasped as she knelt down and ran her hand along the collar of the cloak to calm it. "But it shouldn't be here. It should be in the New York Sanctum. Let up Fenrir, I've got it." Fenrir pulled off the cloak completely and it plastered itself against Harri.

"What's wrong Harriet?" George asked gently.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Fred added.

"I think I have." Harri said faintly as she ran her hand down the cloak that seemed much too familiar with her, looking for stitching that she knew would be there but that shouldn't be there at this point in time. She felt the peculiarly stitched up rip and began to shake slightly as she pulled the section up to eye level; there, stitching up a rip that had been made by the teeth of a cloned t-rex was rainbow charmed acromantula silk in the shape of a lightning bolt, her lightning bolt.

"A lightning bolt?" Fred asked, leaning over Harri's shoulder to look at it.

Harri gave a slightly hysterical laugh, "He told me it was my fault the t-rex ripped the cloak, despite the fact that he was the one who flew too close trying to get the reversal serum in it, so I should be the one to fix it. He was being annoying so I stitched my scar into it."

"He who Harriet?" George asked gently.

Harri swallowed hard but stood with the cloak, releasing it so it would float next to her, "I think…you're going to find out." She looked to the cloak again with a frown, "I just don't know how." She tilted her head at the cloak, "Alright, did he come with you?" she asked, Fred and George shared a worried look but it cleared a bit when the cloak twisted and bent with what was a clear nodding gesture, "Then where is he?" the cloak flicked a rolled corner up to Harri and deposited a gold double ring that had a bar connecting the two rings in her hand. "He lost his sling ring in transit? Where?" the cloak moved again in a vague way that the rest of the group was confused by but Harri snorted, "The mirror dimension?" she slid on the ring with a grumbled, "Hate mystic arts." Before holding up the ringed hand flat and making a circle motion with her other hand.

Everyone watched curiously as gold sparks began to form in the air, mingled with Harri's own magic, soon the sparks began to circle before it opened into a wide circle that seemed to be a portal. Harri dropped her hands and peered into the hole, "Stephan Vincent Strange! You get your ass out of the mirror dimension this instant!" she demanded.

"I told you never to say my middle name!" a voice replied angrily, seemingly a good distance away but coming closer.

"I'll use it whenever I think I need it!" Harri snapped back, she glanced back at Loki, "How far away did the cloak lose him?"

Loki frowned, "A good half mile or so."

Harri dropped her head a little and looked back into the portal, "Run Strange! Or I'm leaving your ass in the Mirror Dimension to find your own way out!"

"You wouldn't dare!" the voice, Stephan Strange, said indignantly, "My cloak wouldn't allow it!"

"You know your cloak likes me better, I'm the one who stiches it up when its hurt after all." Harri taunted, in response the cloak draped itself over Harri's shoulders.

"I can't believe you would…" Strange started as a dark haired head poke out of the portal. The man had strong cheek bones that was partially covered by a dark goatee. His side burns where slightly gray, leading up into his otherwise thick dark hair. He was well built but not too muscular, he was wearing some deep blue monk style robes and soft boots. His eyes, a stormy gray, were currently wide as he stared at Harriet, "What the hell happened to you Queenie?" he asked, stepping from the portal.

"What the hell happened to me? What the hell happened to you!" Harri demanded, allowing the portal to close, "You're not supposed to be here! Your accident doesn't even happen for another five years!"

"Another five years?" Strange said with a frown, "Have you been drinking? My accident was some six and a half years ago. Now what happened to you? You look like a child. And your hair is long, three days ago it was in the stupid pixie cut."

"Don't you go ragging on my hair Mr. It-takes-me-forty-minutes-to-make-my-hair-look-exactly-the-same-as-it-did-when-I-started!" Harri huffed, "My hair was fine!"

"Yes, fine." Strange leered, "But longer hair is always sexier on a woman." Harriet punched him in the face and he reeled backward before landing on his butt, "What the hell was that for Harri?"

"Um, Harriet?" George asked uncertainly.

Harri turned back to look at them and her face dropped into a slightly sheepish look, "Sorry." She stepped to the side so everyone could see Strange, "Everyone, this is Doctor Stephan Vincent Strange, Protector of the New York Sanctum Sanctorum, Earth's Defender Against Interdimensional Threats, and the newest Sorcerer Supreme." She crossed her arms over her chest, "He is also currently the King of Not Being Where He's Supposed to Be!" Fred cleared his throat and Harri deflated a bit, "Right, Strange, I'm sure you recognize everyone but Fenrir, the Great Wolf and youngest son of Loki; Sleipnir, the Mightiest Steed and eldest son of Loki; and my fathers' James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin."

Strange stood and nodded to each person he was unfamiliar with before stopping when his eyes found Fred and George, he did a double take before looking down at Harri with wide eyes, "Seriously, what the hell happened? You three look much younger than you were three days ago."

"I'd like to know…" Harriet stopped as a high pitch whine rent through the air. She and Strange whipped around was everyone else attempted to pinpoint the direction it came from. "Where exactly were you before you came here Strange?" Harri asked slowly.

"The Dark Dimension, chasing a Leviathan full of Chituari sent in there by Hermione to try and recruit the Zealots." Strange said, his hands twitching.

"Did you destroy the Leviathan?" Harri asked lowly, her hand settling on her wand.

"I didn't see the point." Strange replied, "I got Dormammu to destroy the Zealots so they couldn't be used against us."

"By the Norns." Loki exclaimed, "What in Hel is that?!"

Everyone gapped at what could only be described as a giant space battle whale flew through the air toward them, its maw opening wide to emit the high pitch whine, this time being close enough to vibrate them where they stood.

"Do you see the point now?" Harri demanded.

Next Chapter, explanations on Strange and Harri's Burn!