I literally have a plan for chapters and half the time I don't want to include what I need to include. March 2022 has been a trainwreck.

Edit: 4/18/22

Chapter 18: Control

The rest of the lesson went off without much of a hitch. After the lesson, that was when everything settled in. The Gryfffindors walked away with smiles and laughters after earning about a hundred points while the Slytherins lost the same amount of points, frowns and murderous looks towards the Gryffindors, even Harrison looked pissed and looked like he was about to do something stupid, and possibly might earn another one-way ticket back to Azkaban.

Draco kept his grip on Harrison's black sleeve as his classmates slammed into his shoulder, disregarding where they were heading, as they headed down the stairs, smiles, conversation and laughter following behind them. Unfortunately, Harrison was just standing right at the window, staring into space, green eyes swirling with something that Draco didn't really want to know as magic crackled around them, daring to be able to destroy something or hurt someone.

The temperature decreased droply that it made several classmates scuttered away from them, anxious to get out of the cold section.

Draco waited a couple of minutes, hoping that whatever Harrison was dealing with internally would pass. After a couple of very long minutes, it was obvious that Harrison couldn't do it on his own and that there was an increasing possibility that he was about to hurt someone, so he did the one thing that came to his mind.

He had to take Harrison to his godfather.

He dragged Harrison by his sleeve, down the stairs, nearly taking two steps at a time, speed walking until they got into the chilled, dark dungeons. The torches cast an orange glow against the walls, creating long shadows as they tracked more into the dungeons until they got into the potions' classroom.

Draco didn't bother to knock, and instead went in with Harrison behind him.

"What is the meaning of this?" Professor Snape asked, his onyx eyes flickering up towards the doorway where Draco and Harrison were standing. "What happened?"

"We just came back from Defense," Draco admitted without hesitance. "Potter took about a hundred points away from us for nothing, and gave Harrison detention tomorrow night for asking questions…" He gestured towards Harrison's raveled appearance, whose green eyes shone brightly more than usual, the magic whipping around them wildly, daring to be let out. "He'd never been like this before.. I don't know what to do."

"Take him to my office," Professor Snape told them.

Draco pulled Harrison into Snape's office, forcing Harrison to sit in a chair. Draco stood right next to him, concerns showing on his face. Snape came in a few seconds afterwards with a vial of Calming Drought in his hands.

Draco watched as his godfather poured the vial down Harrison's throat.

It only took a few minutes for the potion to take effect, the magic becoming less intense around them, and Harrison became less visibly angry.

"I'm so glad you're alright," Draco told Harrison. "I was so worried."

"I'm fine," Harrison said darkly, standing from where he was sitting, "Now… If you don't mind me, I have other business to attend to."

He was about to put his hand on the doorknob when Draco interrupted,

"That's not going to involve a dead body is it?" Draco inquired, wondering what on earth his friend was talking about. He had no idea if his friend was about to do something incredibly stupid, or was about to kill a certain professor.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards in response and added dryly, "Funny… but otherwise, no."

"Don't do anything reckless," Professor Snape warned him, "Don't do anything that will make the headmaster suspicious."

Green eyes looked at them,

"Obviously." Harrison paused before looking over his shoulder, "Can you handle my detention, professor? As I have no need to spend an hour with that man, when I have better things to do."

"Of course, be at my office at the same time as your detention."

With that, Harrison opened the door, his cloak billowing behind him as the door slammed shut behind him, that left Draco and Professor Snape in his office.

"He's not going to do something incredibly stupid, is he?" Draco asked, watching the empty space.

"I don't know…" His godfather told him, "Just make sure he doesn't do anything reckless for the remainder of the term… I don't think this will be his last breakdown, but he needs to be careful if the headmaster gets word of it."

"Right…"

Dread coiled in the pits of his stomach as he knew deep down how much the headmaster would want to get rid of the ex-prisoner and throw him back into Azkaban, if he really wanted to.

…

After the rest of his classes, Harrison spent hours in the Room of Requirement, using the room as a dueling room. He spent hours, sending various hexes, and dark spells he could thing of towards the wooden dummies. He spent hours inside the room, feeling the urge for blood every time he sent out a dark curse towards the dummy, imploding into tiny, little particles of wood from the impact.

It didn't.

Sweat lingered on the back of his neck, forehead and on his hair, as he panted and placed his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. As much as he was growing exhausted, he still couldn't forget what happened earlier.

He nearly lost control.

He almost lost control of his magic and the madness that lingered ever so closely to the surface.

All because Lord Potter baited him and several of his classmates, and he took the bait, recklessly.

He should never have let it happen.

He shouldn't have lost control like that.

Harrison knew Lord Potter had it out for him, since even before he was at Hogwarts and before he was thrown into Azkaban. He knew the man was going to show his bias, and didn't like it if a student asked questions about his teaching method.

Then why did he nearly lose control?

Harrison clenched his wand, and flicked a bombarda spell towards one of the practice dummies. Shards of wood flying around him as he stood there in the middle of the room, a smirk on his face.

He promised himself never again, the first time.

Though, he was grateful that Draco saved him from doing something incredibly reckless, and instead forced him down flights of stairs, into the dungeons, and had a calming down in his throat to help.

He wasn't going to show up to the detention, especially since being in close contact with him, probably wasn't a good idea for his sake and the professor.

Harrison sent a couple more dark curses,and watched as the dummies inflict damage from the weight of the spell, until he grew tired of it, his wand laying limply by his side, and the urge for blood remained.

He wondered how he was going to satisfy that part, until he came up with a clever idea for when he took the stone in a couple of weeks, though it would probably result in actually getting Dumbledore suspicious and watching him for the remainder of term. Although, that was a minor thing to fix when it came down to it.

…

Snow fell down from the dark gray clouds, the wind howling, pushing the snowflakes everywhere. There was a chill in the air, with small mists that formed when someone took a breath Frost and snow covered the bars, and the ground. It provided no warmth as prisoners huddled in a ball, shivering in their thin, black-and-white prison jumpsuits, waiting for either the storm to pass or the weather to warm up.

That was where Ella was curled up, her gray eyes blinking towards her mama, barely paying attention when they were discussing.

It was the only thing to pass time.

As if that helped.

Time was non-existent in Azkaban. No one knew what the day was, or the time. Occasionally, the aurors would patrol the high-security area, making sure everything was in order, with a daily prophet in their hands, with the date printed across the daily prophet.

That was probably one of the only ways one could keep time in this place. Marking on the stone wall helped very little, and you couldn't exactly mark time with food and water as the demotors delivered the moldy bread and lukewarm water sporadically, often bringing it every couple of days, and the dementors came as they please.

It was impossible.

"Do you think Harry will come back?" Ella asked, tucking her face against her knees, hoping that it could cause a little bit of warmth.

"I hope so…" Mama told her. "He's probably at Hogwarts for his second term. He's not going to forget us that easily."

"I know…" Ella said quietly, "I just wish he'd hurry up."

"He's not going to return until the Dark Lord has returned," Bellatrix told her, "Perhaps it'll be another couple of weeks, months or even years before Harry gets that far."

"I just want to get out of here," Ella commented.

Her mama offered her a pained smile, "We all do… I, for one, would love to hug my daughter. I'm pretty sure your papa and uncle would agree."

Ella only smiled in response.

…

At six o'clock, Harrison arrived at Professor Snape's office, only knocking a couple of times on the wooden door.

The only response he got was,

"Enter."

Harrison entered, the door shutting behind him, noticing that Professor Snape was setting at his desk, grading essays with red ink written on the papers.

"Take a seat… I don't care what you do," Snape told him, returning his attention back to the essays at hand.

Harrison took a seat in front of the table, bringing out the book he borrowed from the Malfoy Library over winter break, its contents filled with dark spells and curses that he was anxious to try out. Some of them were particular gruesome that had particularly ill-effects towards the victims like the blood-boiling curse he found. Even though the spell caster would cancel the spell, the victim could most likely potentially die because of the temperature of the blood being raised to the point it turned deadly.

He flipped through the pages of the book, reading different types of curses and spells until the hour was up.

He tucked the book back inside his bag, and shrugged it on his shoulder. He was about to turn away before Professor Snape spoke to him,

"I don't want to see you here to serve detention, again… Just do what Potter says and keep your head down like I know you have been doing."

"Of course, sir," he replied back.

He exited out of Snape's office, and instead of heading back to the common room like he wanted to. Instead, he exited out of the dungeons and headed to the Chamber of Secrets.

…

It only took two weeks when Hermione received a response back from the Ministry of Magic, most specifically from Madam Bones.

She detached the letter from the leg of the ministry's owl, flying off once the letter was in her hands. Saeviour and Ron watched, with their cheeks puffy as they were in the middle of chewing, as she opened the insignia marked with the Ministry of Magic, and grabbed the parchment from inside it.

"What's that, 'Mione?" Saeviour asked, swallowing his food down his throat. His fork was long forgotten in his hand. "What does the ministry want from you?"

Hermione took a deep breath, wondering how she could possibly phrase this to her friends. She knew they would quickly label her as dark, bully her to the point where she was no longer going to have any friends and she would be shunned more from her housemates.

Especially it contained a response back from Madam Bones about Elladora Lestrange, the daughter of Tthe infamous Bellatrix Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange, two of the torturers who tortured the Longbottoms into insanity, a few years after the Dark Lord had fallen, in search to find his whereabouts.

Hermione only smiled and lied to her friends, "It's nothing, really. I was just wondering if they had any records of Nicolas Flamel as we still haven't found anything about him."

Saeviour's brown eyes widened, along with Ron.

"Well, what did they say?" Saeviour asked all too loudly.

Heads turned to their direction, wondering what on earth they were talking about. Hermione ignored their curious looks and instead opened the letter. She looked at the curious expressions and bit her lip, wondering what she would say.

The response came easily, the more she thought about it. She found Nicolas Flame's name in the book that she checked out before break, but she hadn't exactly had a chance to tell Saeviour.

"They told me that Nicolas Flamel was the only person in Europe to create the philosopher's stone."

"Oh…" Saeviour said, "What is the philosopher's stone?"

"The elixir of life? A stone to make people immortal?" Hermione offered, seeing the confused looks on their faces.

"Why would Snivellus want it?" Saeviour inquired. "What is he trying to bring Voldemort back to full power?"

Ron and Hermione flinched, but said nothing, leaving Saeviour quiet in his thoughts, and started eating again.

That was the end of the conversation.

Hermione looked at the letter and read what it said:

Dear Ms. Granger,

While I am pleased that you are writing to me to inform me about one, Elladora Lestrange, one of the children residing in Azkaban, however, I must dutifully tell you that I won't be re-examining her case. Various testimonies, and evidence paints that she is a dangerous person and must spend her days serving her sentence in Azkaban.

Madam Amelia Bones

Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

She knew that it was going to be impossible, and a long shot. There was no way that they would listen to a twelve-year-old muggle born who knows practically nothing about the magical world. Letting children rot in Azkaban wasn't an okay thing to do, and the wizarding world needed to know that.

Perhaps there was something else that she could do, but the one thing clear was that she had to change Madam Bones' mind.

One way or another.

….

"What did you do?" Draco asked in a loud whisper, slamming the daily prophet onto the table.

Harrison looked up at the blonde with an amused look in his eyes, "I didn't do anything if you're accusing me of something, Draco. I thought you would know that by now?"

Draco scoffed, "Right, of course, getting a straight answer from you is impossible… Why don't you take a look for yourself."

Harrison looked at the headline marked on the front page, with an amused smile and a mad glint in his eyes.

LUCIUS MALFOY: NEW MINISTER OF MAGIC

"Your father is now the minister of magic?" Harrison asked, stating the obvious. "Congrats… Perhaps, I should perhaps send him my regards."

"I know you had something to do with this," Draco accused. "My father didn't want to be the minister and you asked me if he was running, and now he won…. That can't be a mere coincidence."

"Believe it, Draco…" Harrison said coldly, "Besides, even if I did have something to do with it, I really doubt I have that much influence over your father."

"Right…" The blonde narrowed his eyes as if he didn't quite believe him, but there was nothing that he could do about it.

Brand new chapter, with more character interactions, details and a few side plots.