Sorry it took so long to get this out – Queenie still hasn't beta read it yet, but it was high time I got the chapter up anyway! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Twelve:

Sirius was sitting with Ron and Hermione talking about Harry – he was explaining where Harry was – as best he could. It was difficult, since he couldn't tell them anything about Prong's room.

 Fred and George were also demanding his attention, since they'd found out that he was Padfoot – they were very annoyed at Harry, Ron and Hermione for keeping this from them, but since Sirius was perfectly happy to help them think up pranks, they didn't mind too much.

 The teachers still hadn't managed to stop the bath that anyone leaving the Slytherin common rooms got, so the rooms had been temporarily closed down and set of other rooms had been made available to the house.

 Just as Sirius had finished explaining the ideas behind the 'Marauder Rooms' the doors of the Great Hall opened and a warrior walked in.

 All talk immediately stopped as everyone turned to look at the young man who entered. There were several gasps – everyone knew that the blades were those only a blade master could wear, and he moved with the ease of a born fighter.

 His lithe form glided silently across the floor – everyone knew the robes he wore were those that only a graduate of the Seekers Academy wore, the uniform was one of the few things known about the illusive school.

 Draco Malfoy stood up and walked over, Crabbe and Goyle tailing him as usual. "Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy, the Ministers son," he said, holding out a hand.

 The warrior looked at the outstretched hand for a moment before answering. "I am well aware of your name, and your fathers former office. I believe, though, that he was found after a battle in the clothes of a Death Eater," his voice was soft and dangerous.

 Malfoy flushed, and stepped back a step to get out of range of the warriors swords. Sirius Black, Ron and Hermione were walking across the hall calmly, and Malfoy was looking forward to them getting taunted too.

 However, he was disappointed. The warrior actually hugged Sirius Black. "Long time no see Sirius … for me at least," he remarked, and greeted Ron and Hermione in a similar fashion.

 Then he stepped back from them, shoving his hair out of his face, and the small lighting bolt scar was easily visible on his forehead. "I am Harry Potter, Seeker of the Seekers Academy, once known here as James Black," he said, voice ringing in the silence of the Hall.

 There was a gasp of surprise from the students, and most of the staff, and Snape's expression was even more hateful than when he'd been looking at James or Harry in the past at Hogwarts – now he had found out that his long time enemy among the teachers was actually his least favourite student.

 The teachers were all staring at Harry, since they knew that Seekers were very dangerous and very powerful. "How did you become a Seeker?" McGonagall asked him, eyes wide.

 At that moment Malfoy leapt at Harry's back with the idea of at least humiliating his rival by managing to knock him down. A blast of wind knocked him back and he was suddenly ringed by fire.

 Everyone saw Harry's eyes blaze with gold as he turned to face Malfoy. When he spoke his voice was cold. "It is very bad manners to attack without warning – if you are not a member of the Seekers Academy. I know a lot more about fighting than you do, and had we been in the Academy, it would be my right to kill you now … but luckily for you, I never did hold to those rules … otherwise a lot more than one person would have died."

 He dismissed the Elementals with his mind and returned his attention to the teachers. "I became a Seeker because I was good, Professor," he added, in answer to McGonagall's question. "As did my Godfather," he nodded to Sirius calmly, and at the same moment released his illusions.

 Now a second Seeker stood beside Harry. "It was well for me that I got word of Fudge's decision while Sirius was nearby, otherwise I might have been killed that day …" he remarked.

 None of the teachers seemed to know what to say to this, but they were saved from having to answer when Harry asked his Godfather and two friends to come with him, and left the hall without another word.

 With his friends in tow, Harry hurried swiftly from the room, his route taking them through several secret passageways and eventually ending up in his room, where he flopped down on the bed and waved a hand, conjuring seats for his friends.

 They sat down. "Where were you?" Sirius asked, bluntly.

 "In a world that runs parallel to ours, named Atlantis, a world in which the super-civilization of Atlantis was never destroyed. Almost all of my family has visited this place, to gain the knowledge that they needed to complete the task of their lives," Harry replied calmly, having set up wards on the room already.

 "Really? Wow! What happened there?" Hermione leant forward, eyes wide open and filled with questions. Harry smiled.

 "Calm down there! Time passes differently in that world, for me, it has been almost a year since I left here," he told them.

 "How interesting! I think I read something like that once …" Hermione mused. "But I can't quite remember what it was."

 "It was written by an ancestor of mine, I'm not sure what book you would have seen it in, but it was a very short entry, because he could not give much away – he was leaving it as a clue for his own children," Harry explained.

 "Anyway, Sirius, I really need you to do something for me – it's full moon next week, and I need Remus here before then," he said to his godfather.

 "Why?" Sirius asked.

 "Because I have a potion that will cure Lycanthropy here, and it must be in three sips – one the day before the full moon, one on the full moon and one on the day after," Harry replied. "I would rather not have to wait another month."

 "A cure!" Sirius shot up. "You could make millions with that!" He exclaimed.

 "I suppose I could, if the ingredients for the potion could be found on this world – unfortunately, they can't. The potion can only be made in Atlantis, where the creatures and plants that are needed to make the Potion are located," Harry replied with a shrug. "I can only heal one person per potion, and that person is Remus, as my parents meant to, but we can bring only three things back with us, and they had other things that were needed for the good of the whole world."

 Sirius looked a little sad for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, I'll go then, but what about my class? Someone will have to teach it," he said.

 "I was hired as your assistant, this hasn't changed now that they know who I am, since Dumbledore has known pretty much all along," Harry pointed out coolly.

 Sirius nodded, changed form and left there and then.

 "That was quick," Ron remarked.

 Harry smiled faintly. "I know. Now, could you help me by telling me everything that has happened while I've been sick? I know you told me a lot of it, but I've forgotten much of that," he said to them.

  They kept themselves amused for most of the night talking of what had happened since Harry had nearly died, Harry smiled to hear of his prank on the Slytherins, and scowled when he found out that they had been moved out of the common room. "Well, we'll just have to think of something else then!" He decided.

 Ron and Hermione grinned. "Maybe something in Defence Against the Dark Arts?" Hermione suggested. "It wouldn't be favouritism if you asked him to do something he boasted he could."
 "Like what?" Harry asked, interested.

 "Well, you're a Wandless and Elemental Mage, therefore you should be teachings us about Elemental and Wandless means of defence, Malfoy's sure to boast that he could do Wandless Magic," she replied.

 Harry smiled. "I think I can see where this is going. Leave it with me overnight and I'll have a foolproof plan by morning!"

 "Was there anything that you wanted us to do?" Ron asked suddenly.

 "Yes, actually. I was wondering if you could get your group of friends together in the library tomorrow afternoon after classes – I am eager to speak with those who were ready to become your friends in memory of me," Harry replied, smiling at his friend.

 Ron grinned and nodded, then he and Hermione left, as they had homework to do. Harry went back up to his room and brought the few things he had there back down again.

 The Dothae, he asked to remain in his rooms in the teachers wing for the rest of the night, and promised that he'd take it outside come morning.

 The night passed without any real event, and Harry woke early in the morning to take the Dothae down to Hagrid, who would love the opportunity to play with a new beast.

 Harry ended up spending a little over an hour down there, talking to Hagrid, who was delighted to find Harry alive and well and back in the wizarding world – and in his real form too.

 Harry gave his friend careful instructions as to the care of the Dothae, before returning to his rooms for a training session like the ones he'd done in Atlantis – this included his Animagus form and spells, rather than just plain work of muscles.

 By the time he was finished, it was very close to breakfast time, so he went to the Great Hall. There was something different this morning, something that had been different since he got back … what was it?

 Of course! His parents voices weren't in his mind. 'Um. Guys? Are you there?' Harry asked them, speaking in his mind so that he didn't manage to convince the school that he was insane.

 After a long moment, his mothers voice replied. 'Yes, Harry, we are here, we couldn't find you when you returned, but now that you've contacted us, we have you again!'

 'Ah, that's alright then,' Harry said, as he entered the Great Hall. 'God. I'm teaching classes for a few days,' he added, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

 'Don't worry! We'll help!' James said enthusiastically.

 'Great. Now I'm worrying even more,' was Harry's only reply as he walked up to the Staff Table.

 "Where is Sirius?" McGonagall asked, slightly concerned that Harry's godfather hadn't been with him.

 "He's out doing something, I'm taking his classes for a few days," Harry explained.

 The teachers looked surprised. "But you're a student," Flitwick pointed out.

 "No. I have not been asked to stop being a professor yet, nor have I been resorted into one of the Houses, therefore I am still a Professor, although when Sirius comes back, I would like to rejoin the ranks of students, if possible," Harry replied.

Dumbledore nodded. "Of course," he agreed. "But you are the best for the moment to teach Sirius's classes."

 Harry smiled at the headmaster and ate lightly before striding from the hall and up to Sirius's rooms. He was dressed again in the robes of a Seeker, and indeed, they were most likely the only ones he would wear for some time to come.

 Once there, he looked over the vague plans that Sirius had made for the lesson. It was with seventh years, so they knew a lot of things already.

 He noticed that Sirius had finished the topic he had been teaching them, and was a little undecided as to what he was going to do next.

 That left Harry at an advantage, as he could do anything he had the fancy for. He waited for the class to arrive, it was Ravenclaw and Gryffindor this time.

 "Now, I'm not sure what my godfather was going to teach you next, he doesn't like writing things down, so only he knows. Since he finished your last subject, so I think that it would be a good idea to work on Wandless and Elemental magics… this is my area of expertise, so Sirius was probably going to ask me to do something on it anyway," he explained.

 To his surprise, the class seemed to be very interested in this. "What are we going to do Harry?" Fred called out.

 Harry looked down his nose at the twins, who were seated in the front row. "You will address me as Professor Potter, and you will put your hand up when you have a question," he told them, imitating Professor McGonagall.

 The glass giggled. "Silence!" Harry barked, changing to Professor Binns in a second.

 "Anyway, I want to see if any of you have an aptitude for either of the magics, if so then I'll have arrange for a teacher, as these abilities will be very useful in the war against Voldemort, for he does not possess many Wandless or Elemental mages," Harry explained.

 The class nodded in understanding – fighting Voldemort was a number one priority for everyone these days. The Dark Lord was really taking over in the months since he'd returned to power.

 "Ok, first of all, I'll tell you a bit about both magics, and what you can do with them – most people go there whole lives without ever even hearing that these magics exist – which is why if I can find a lot of people who can use it, we'll be at an advantage – very few people can perform the spell that is required to find out if someone is able to use either magic. Luckily, I am one of them."

 Harry spent most of the lesson talking about the powers that various elements possessed, and the many methods of using Wandless Magics. He neglected to tell them that he himself was a Wandless and Elemental mage. They might say something to the wrong person, and that would mean that Harry would become even more sought after by Voldemort.

 When there was about twenty minutes left, Harry began calling the class out member by member – he was surprised that Fred and George had actually behaved themselves throughout the lesson.

 Most of the class had a slight ability in both areas, but this was only to be expected, since even some Muggles had the ability. Fred and George both had talent for Wandless Magic, and could possibly do something with Elemental, and Cho Chang was the same. There were a few others who also had some talent the other way around.

 All of these people would receive training, but the others would learn what he taught the whole class, just a few simple spells. He asked those with the larger amounts of power to remain after class.

 "You all have more talent than most do. Therefore I will be teaching you all that I can about the magics that you can use," he explained to them.

 "But Harry, don't you need to have both yourself?" George asked.

 "I'm a mage for both of them, I have more power than anyone else who is alive at this time," Harry replied. "I did not tell the rest of the class, because they might have told the wrong person, and that would make me even more of a target than I already am."

 The seven who were listening gaped at him, awe and respect in their eyes. "And please, don't you tell anyone either, for the same reason," he added.

"Sure Harry!" Fred said cheerily, and the left to allow the next class in – Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years. This was going to be fun.

 A moment later the Gryffindors arrived from Potions, looking world-weary. "Where are the Slytherins?" Harry asked, annoyed that they were late.

 "Walking really slowly because they don't think that you can punish them for being late," Neville replied. The boy had grown a back bone in the past few months, which Harry was glad of.

 Harry waited for the Slytherins to arrive, and gave them a solemn glare of accusation, not once taking his eyes off them. They flinched away from him, and he nodded once.

 "You will not be late for my class again," he told them coldly. "Ten points from each of you who was late – one point per minute. In future it will be three points per minute."

 The Slytherins looked about to protest. "And twice that if you try and protest. You are supposed to be learning to fight, especially against Death Eaters, tardiness may cost you your life," he told them. "Sit down now."

 Cowed, they did as ordered.

 Harry began the lesson that he had with the seventh years. "All people fourth year and up will learn this – those who are younger than that might misuse the power, or hurt themselves or others trying to use it. In this and this alone you learn the same as those years above you."

 Harry was unsurprised to find that Ron had some power with both, since both his brothers had, he would be willing to bet that every Weasley had them.

 Hermione had a strong talent for Wandless Magic, but almost none at all when it came to Elemental. Neville, however, had a very strong ability for Earth Elemental, and with a single question, Harry discovered that the boy was born under an Earth sign.

 Draco Malfoy showed some talent for the Dark Elemental, but as he showed none for the light, Harry decided to leave it and not teach him – it seemed to signal that Malfoy was going to join the Death Eaters, and Harry didn't want to hand them a ready made weapon to use against him.

 Blaise Zabani could use Wandless, and a little Elemental, just enough to need training. None of the other Slytherins seemed to have much talent in either area. He called the four people who he would teach to remain behind. He was unsurprised that so few had the talent, since it seemed to be almost in decline.

 'Mum, dad, what should I do now?' He asked them, since he'd dismissed all of the students.

 'The Slytherin girl is waiting outside, I think she wants to talk to you,' Lily replied after a moment.

 'Blaise! Come in!' He called out, and the Slytherin entered, looking surprised.

 "How did you know I was there?" She asked, surprised.

 "That's one of my little secrets," Harry replied, a faint smile playing at his lips. "Now what did you want?"

 "Well, I couldn't say anything in front of the Slytherins, or the Gryffindors either … but if you are going to teach me, well … maybe we should be friends?" she offered a hand, looking as though she thought he would refuse.

 Instead, Harry smiled and gripped her hand. He could sense that he could trust her – not too much, but she wasn't lying. "Sure. Teachers can do better at their jobs if the students don't hate them," he told her.

 She smiled, as if she was surprised at his readiness to accept her, then darted off. Harry shook his head and headed for lunch, where again he ate at the Staff Table, since he was actually teaching now.

 Afterwards he had first years, and continued with Sirius's topic, which hadn't been finished yet. They were working on Boggarts and other magical creatures, so that was nice and easy, the last period of the day was free, and Harry went to the Library to return some books that he'd borrowed a while ago.

 Even now that he'd been revealed to be Harry Potter, Madam Pince didn't mind him borrowing books from the Restricted Section, nor did she look upon him with any less respect than when he'd been James Black.

 He waited here for Ron and Hermione to gather their friends among the students. Slowly they started arriving, from every house bar Slytherin, and all of the years above four. Ron, Hermione, Ernie and Hannah were the last to arrive, having gotten word to the rest of their friends, and making sure that everyone was there.

 "Hello Harry," Ernie said, almost shyly. No one was quite sure how to treat the new Harry Potter.

 Harry smiled in response. "Hi Ernie," he replied easily. "Now, doubtless you all want to know why I wanted to see you all, apart from getting to meet all the people who were so ready to support me," he added. There was a round of nods.

 "Well, it is my belief that we should get some sort of say in what happens in the Wizarding World, be able to do something about what's happening, and pass it on when our time comes to leave Hogwarts," he told them. "I think that we should form a sort of Order, like an adolescent form on Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix (I know it's been used so many times, but since it isn't playing a bit role in this story, I couldn't be bothered to decide on a new name)."

 "That's a good idea," Cho Chang was the first to show her support. "But where are we going to learn how to fight? There isn't a duelling master here, and none of the teachers seem to be that great."

 "I would be teaching you, perhaps with the aide of my godfather. We are, after all, graduates of the greatest school for the arts of fighting that is currently in existence," Harry replied, smiling slightly.

 Looks passed between them all. "Good idea," they all said as one. Ron was the one who spoke for everyone this time. "So let's get this straight, you teach us how to fight, the people who are leaving at the end of the year take that out into the world with them and teach it to those who can use the skills well, and those of us who stay here would be able to help defend the castle in the event of another attack, I guess that Voldemort will try and attack again, just the next time there will be a lot more of them."

 "That's about it. I can't teach you everything, mind you, because some of it is stuff that has been the secrets of the Academy for time out of mind. If anyone who is in seventh year wants to learn that as well, I might be able to get you to the Seekers Academy," Harry replied.

 There were nods all around. "Great. Then the first lesson will be whenever my godfather gets back, as I think that he should be part of this too, and it gives me a chance to settle back into life in the castle," Harry said.

 For the remaining time until dinner, they all just talked of normal things and got properly acquainted with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, who they had been so quick to support when he'd been in need of it. He was fast friends with most of them – at least, as far as appearances could judge. In truth he had many reserves, though he could sense that they were all worthy of friendship, but trusting came hard.

 Dinner came and Harry returned to his rooms to practice for a short time, and then, in the darkness that had gathered, he slipped into the forest. He knew the speech of the unicorns now, and he wanted to ask for their help in finding the Dothae that his parents had brought back from Atlantis, it must be very lonely.

 When he came upon a herd of unicorns, they shied away, about to run. *Stop!* he called in their speech. *I would speak with you!* They edged slightly closer to him.

 *How is it you know our language, human?* the leader of the herd asked suspiciously.

 *I have been to an alternate world, named Atlantis, where speech between species is commonplace. I learned to speak with your kind there, and I would ask a favor of you,* Harry replied.

 *You are in no place to ask favours of us, human. Your kind has destroyed this world,* the leader snorted.

 *I do not ask this favor for myself, but for a distant cousin of yours – the Dothae,* Harry told it, and there was a collective gasp from the gathered herd.

 *The Dothae are long dead thanks to your kind,* the unicorn told him after a moment to get over the surprise.

 *Here, yes, but in the world that I came from, where I learnt to speak in your language, the Dothae are very much alive,* Harry replied.

 *What is the favour you want to ask of us? I will not necessarily carry it out, but I will listen, for the sake of my dead cousins,* the unicorn told him.

 Harry gave an inward smile. *My family has been able to do take three things back with them. My parents brought a Dothae back when they came, and I have just a few days ago. The problem is that I do not know where the Dothae my parents brought back is – they were killed so I cannot ask them. I wanted to ask you to help me find it, so that they do not remain lonely,* he explained.

 *We will do this. We do not require your help in searching, you would only slow us down. Leave here human, you make the herd nervous,* the unicorn told him, and Harry bowed before shifting form to fly back to the castle. The unicorns looked surprised, but they didn't have the time to call out to him, even if they wanted to.

 It did not take him long to slip in through the window of his bedroom and transform, shaking his head to dislodge some leaves that had stuck in his hair. He did a rather intense training session, which left him exhausted after the hard days work, and he fell into bed to fall asleep without another thought.

 The next four days past in the same sort of way, only seven of the Slytherins would become his students, and they, like Blaise, all asked to be friends after the first training session – they sensed that he could help them, and that if he was teaching people he didn't like, he wouldn't be very good at it.

 On the morning of the fifth day, he woke to find Remus and Sirius in the room, impatiently waiting for him to wake up. "He wanted to wake you up," Remus remarked, nodding to Sirius. "I told him not to."

 "Thank you," Harry replied, standing up. "I'm glad to see that some people are sympathetic and kind in this world," he looked pointedly at Sirius while he said this, who merely grinned.

 "Sirius told me you have a cure for me disease – do you really?" An almost feverish gleam came into Remus's eyes. Harry smiled, he knew what Remus had gone through, being a werewolf from such a young age as he had.

 "Yes Remus, I really have it," Harry smiled. "It has to be taken in three steps, one sip the night before the full moon, one sip on the night of the full moon – you won't transform – and once the night after. After that, the wolf will become your Animagus form, rather than a monster."

 "Thank god," Remus whispered, bowing his head, tears of happiness on his face.

 Two days later, Remus took the first part of the potion, a look of pure bliss swept over his face, under the watching eyes of Professors Snape and Dumbledore, and several Ministry workers who were very interested in the potion, and had come at Harry's request, to witness the potion and be able to prove that it had succeeded.

 They'd been talking with Harry for the past day, asking a lot about the potion and it's requirements, and had finally listened to his first statement – that it would not be possible to reproduce the potion on Earth for widespread cure of the werewolves among their society.

 The next day, the full moon, Harry went to Dumbledore in the early morning. "Professor, I'd like to be resorted now," he told the headmaster, and Dumbledore smiled.

 "Are you sure that this is your preferred choice of action?" He asked. "I'm not trying to turn you from the path, but I really think that you need to be sure that this is what you want to do."
 Harry thought for a moment. "It is. I would like to finish my schooling here so that I have the credentials from the O.W.L's and N.E.W.T.'s for when I want to get a job, and what job it is that I want to get," he answered after a moment.

 Dumbledore smiled happily. "That is a wise decision, although your credentials from the Seekers Academy carry no small amount of weight," he remarked.

 "I know that, but the credentials are different and a lot of people might not trust me for those credentials, or say that I somehow managed to do something special to gain them, young as I am. If I have the credentials from here, then I will have been under the eyes of people who have no reason to like me, and that way I will have proven myself to the world to be what I am said to be," Harry said, again after thinking for a moment.

 "I hoped that you would answer thus. You have proven that you are in many ways above those of your year mates, in the case of maturity and wisdom … although you still have some competition with your friend Miss Granger," Dumbledore replied, leading the way to his office.

 Harry followed, smiling. His answer had pleased the Headmaster, so much was incredibly obvious, and it made him feel very happy. He wondered why, and thought that maybe he was already returning himself to the role of 'student'.

 "You will be a Prefect of course, we will make an exception this year and allow Gryffindor to have three from your group, as we normally have only two," Dumbledore added thoughtfully. "You, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger have proved that you work as an excellent team and rarely show favouritism."

 Harry smiled again. That would be good – one more over Malfoy. "Thank you Sir," he said allowed. He heard Dumbledore sigh softly, as the Headmaster realised that this was once more the correct way for Harry to address him. Harry grinned, and barely concealed his laughter.

 When they reached Dumbledore's office, the gargoyle sprang aside, allowing them to walk up to the top of the stairs and enter Dumbledore's study. Harry's eyes travelled directly to the Sorting Hat, on the shelf above the headmasters chair, but quickly turned to greet Fawkes, the phoenix.

 "Hello there Fawkes, it's been a while huh?" He greeted the bird in its own language. Fawkes nearly fell of his perch in astonishment.

 "You know phoenix-speech, how is this?" the bird asked in reply.

 "I have been to Atlantis, where talking to the creatures that inhabit that world, which is an almost mirror image of this one, is considered to be a good practice to take up," Harry explained.

 "You are to be congratulated. I hope you can teach Albus to speak phoenix speech, for although we have little trouble in communicating, it would be nice to be able to have a proper conversation," the bird replied.

 Harry smiled. "I will do my best," he bowed to the bird and then turned his attention back to Dumbledore. "Fawkes wants me to teach you to speak Phoenix so that you carry out intelligent conversations," he told the headmaster with a grin.

 Dumbledore smiled and his eyes twinkled. "That would be most enjoyable. I hope that you have the time at some stage, but perhaps now you would like to try on the Sorting Hat?" he remarked.

 "Yes," Harry agreed, allowing the Headmaster to place the hat on his head.

 Hmm. Another year come and gone? The Sorting Hat's voice murmured in his ear. It seems a little early for that … I haven't finished with composing the song yet …

 It is not a new year yet. You remember me don't you? Harry replied, laughing in his mind.

 Ah yes! Mr. Potter, that's right. A tricky one to place, you were … and why are you back again … ah, I see now. Well … if you were difficult to place before, you are twice as much now. Your sense of loyalty and courage has grown, and you are obviously attracted to the Gryffindor House and share their loyalties, but your knowledge has gained considerably too, as has your Slytherin qualities. But I believe that it would be much to difficult for you to change loyalties now that you have been here so long, and have only a year a few months left to go now, so you will remain in Gryffindor! The hat spoke the last word aloud for Dumbledore to hear.

 "Well done, Harry, well done," the headmaster smiled. "Did it say anything that you might want to tell me, or would rather it remain secret?"

 "Well, it said little that it had not said the first to times I tried it on. It always has thought that I would have done well in Slytherin, and now it thinks that I would do equally well in any of the Houses, as I have a lot of knowledge and a constant thirst for more, I have the loyalty of Hufflepuffs, the courage of Gryffindor and the slyness of the Slytherins, but in the end it decided that it would be to hard for me to switch house loyalties now, and left me where I was before, in Gryffindor," Harry explained.

 "You could have been great in Slytherin, I suppose," Dumbledore mused. "But you would not have learned the things that you needed most of you had been sorted there."

 Harry smiled and nodded. Dumbledore rummaged around in his desk, before coming up with a Prefect Badge. "You already know the passwords to the common room, and I will leave you with the knowledge of the passwords to the others, since that way in the event of an attack, you can give the aid that you can with more ease."

 Harry nodded in thanks and left the office, heading back to his rooms in the teachers lounge to pack up his things and to watch over Remus taking the second sip.

 "Now, before you take it, this time you will be changed into a wolf, and you will remain so through the night, but the transition will not be painful, nor will the change back, and you will experience none of the usual werewolf type symptoms," Harry explained, both for Remus's benefit and that of the Ministry workers.

 As it was approaching darkness now, Remus took the potion so that he didn't become a Werewolf and destroy the whole thing. It looked as if there was a slight breeze blowing over Remus for a moment, and Harry could just feel the tension growing in the room, and then, with a faint 'pop' he changed into a wolf, not the elongated, painful transformation that Harry had witnessed at the end of his third year.

 There was a wolf standing there now, it's fur a light brown with touches of yellow-gold and gentle brown eyes that were by no means filled with malice any longer.

 Harry smiled as Sirius changed form and held forth a paw, and the everyone in the room (with the obvious exception of Snape) burst into laughter watching the two beasts shake hands.

 "I think that perhaps we should leave them to explore in safety with one another," Harry remarked softly. "It is all they've wanted to do since their school days, when of course they couldn't, as Remus could not transform into a safe shape at any time, and only change form on the full moon."
 Everyone nodded and they left the room. Harry went around to all of the teachers to ask if there was anything that he should do to catch up.

 Most of the teachers said that he'd go fine, and Harry was delighted to realise that since he had literally begun school again as a new student, he could choose his electives again.

 He this time chose Care of Magical Creatures again, Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Runes, since the last two were subjects that he didn't know much about.

 Ron was a little annoyed at being left with 'that old bat' in Divination, but said that he'd handled all year, and Neville was now pretty good company there, so he didn't mind that much.

 Hermione was thrilled that Harry was going to be doing something more in his league, rather than just bludging on Divination and Care of Magical Creatures as he had been before.

 Harry only rolled his eyes expressively at Ron when Hermione was looking, and the pair shared grins. It was good to be back as a trio once more.

 Harry had been told by all of the teachers except for Snape to just help with his friends homework and catch up that way for the moment, until he could rejoin the class properly, Snape, of course, gave him a ton of homework, Harry was fairly sure that it was every essay that had been given out that year, to do before the next Monday.

 It being Thursday now, most people viewed this as 'very unfair'. Harry, however, didn't mind too much since he knew that he would be able to do this easily, and he could get Ron and Hermione's help with some parts.

 Hermione didn't mind with helping in Potions, since Snape was being so unfair, but Harry knew better than to copy her work, as Snape would suspect that. He would just get points from them if he needed to.

 That night was spent in the Library with his now very large group of friends and associates, since the group of people who'd gathered to form the 'Young Phoenixes' as they were momentarily calling themselves, always met in the Library after classes to study together and exchange tips.

 Harry worked at a speed that astounded the other students, his pen (the quill was annoying him because it took to long to have to dip in the ink, whereas the Muggle pen didn't need to do that.)

 He'd go back to the quill when he'd finished all of this homework, but for now he didn't have the time to spare with ink.

 By the time they went down to dinner Harry had managed to finish two of the smaller essays that they had started with and had done almost half of a larger project that had come a little later.

 He was determined to prove to Snape that this couldn't beat him. And it looked as if he was going to be the winner of his inner competition.

 Dumbledore announced that Harry had rejoined the student ranks at dinner, and that he had been resorted into Gryffindor, which everyone was happy about … well, except the Slytherins, of course.

 By the time he went to bed that night he'd completed the project and three more mini essays, and had developed a writers cramp, which he didn't feel like getting rid of with magic.

 Instead, he planned revenge on Snape for all of the homework as he lay in bed that night. He should be able to finish all of the work that Snape had given him over the weekend, and the next afternoon and lunch time … He hated the Potions Master.

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I think I'll leave it there … the final stage of the potion to be up in the next Chapter, along with Harry's first class in with year! *grins* … finally!

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