Author's Note: I seem to have some trouble with updating regularly and
more trouble with writers blocks. On the other hand, if anyone is thinking
about proofing, give me an e-mail. I could really use some help. Thanks,
Icedragonmo3
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Harry settled back into the bed, trying to get comfortable but found it was a lost cause. He was awake, and needed to be up and about. Gathering his things, he was headed out the door when he ran into Albus once again.
"Going somewhere Mr. Potter?" he said, trying to command a reprimanding tone, but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his true feelings on the matter.
"Yea," Harry answered a bit sheepishly, "I was going to go see what the D.A. meetings are like fifteen years later."
"I was hoping we could have a little chat about your, shall we say, recently acquired 'abilities'."
Harry, not willing to spend a second longer in the hospital wing, began reaching for a compromise. "Can we talk and walk at the same time?"
"I'm not sure that this is a conversation that should be privy to the ears of the castle, Harry." The twinkle was shining a little less.
Harry smirked, and raised his wand so it was pointing at the ceiling. Tracing an intricate pattern in the air, he finished whispering "Silencio Localus". A silver dome sprouted from his wand tip, still held high in the air, reaching down to the floor. When the dome was complete, it flashed just a shade brighter than it was, then faded to nothing.
Seeing the confused look on Albus's face, Harry decided to explain. "It's a localized silencing charm. 'Mione and I developed it Sixth year so we could have some privacy now and then. Sound gets in, it doesn't get out, and the silencing field travels with the caster." He gave his trademark grin before asking "Like it?"
The headmaster chuckled, shaking his head while trying to see the invisible field, muttering things like 'ingenious' and 'I should have thought of this years ago'.
"Shall we, Headmaster?" Harry asked, dipping into a half bow and holding his arm out towards the exit of the hospital wing.
"Indeed, Mr. Potter."
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In the corridor, The two friends turned a corner continuing their chat.
"I heard what you did for Mrs. Longbottom, Harry."
"Really? Because I have no idea what I did."
"From the descriptions I was given, you created some sort of a time-bubble around Mrs. Longbottom, regressing her to a point before the curse stole her fertility, then progressing her back to her rightful age, all the while keeping her memories intact. Very complex. And you say you don't know how you did it?"
Harry looked down, shaking his head with an expression of concentration.
"Fascinating. Well, enough of this. We will get you a handle on these powers of yours. It will just take time, and I tell you now that you have the full support of the Hogwart's staff, myself included. Ah, here we are."
They had stopped at a large set of doors.
"We are exactly where, Professor?"
"The D.A. classroom. Did you think that it would still be held in the room of requirement after all these years?"
Harry chuckled. "Let's go in."
They walked into the room, keeping quiet so as not to disturb the ongoing session. A line of students were firing curses onto a wall laden with targets, with varying degrees of accuracy. Harry saw his daughter walking up and down the line of students, correcting people in places, offering words of encouragement and in others, giving small praise to properly performed hexes.
Harry leaned in to Albus. "She's not teaching just because she's my daughter, is she?"
Albus whispered back. "Yes and no. No, she didn't get the teaching position because of your fame. Yes, she got it because she has her mother's brains and her father's sheer audacity and determination." He chuckled at the look on Harry's face, caught between pride over Lily and trying to feel indignant over being called audacious.
Harry let his eyes travel around the room, taking in its splendors. A rather large room, with stylish brass ornaments decorating the walls. Small anterooms where there were a myriad of different weather conditions. Harry mused that they were for training to duel in adverse weather. Large bookshelves filled with many different kinds of books and magical items of all sorts. He let his eyes continue wandering until.
"Oh. My. GOD!!!!!"
Directly on the wall to the left of the entrance, was a wall spanning mural of himself, Harry Potter, standing in a defiant pose with the Godric's sword in the belt of his battle robes. Behind him was a darkened landscape on the edge of the forbidden forest, Hagrid's hut to his left, and to his right, a depiction of the last moment of Voldemort's life. He had a defiant smirk and his arms crossed over his chest, in a pose that seemed to say 'Whatever you've got, bring it. I promise you it won't be enough.' Directly underneath the Mural was lettering that read; 'In Dedication of the Founder of the Defense Association: Sir Harry Potter'
Everyone in the room had turned to see who had made the exclamation, but that same person had forgotten anyone else was in the room.
"Why can't I just have a NORMAL life! HUH! How many more statues, murals, and memorials am I going to just 'happen' across before people are going to start warning me beforehand!" He paused and looked at the writing once again. "I was KNIGHTED! Why is it that even after I am supposedly this 'world's greatest savior'" he said very sarcastically, "that I am still out of the loop!?!?"
The headmaster chuckled, and when Harry turned to glare at him, the chuckle turned into a full out laugh, and Albus fell down on his bum roaring with laughter, something very uncharacteristic of him.
He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then said; "When you are done with your ranting, I believe you've attracted an audience." There was a pause. "Close your mouth and turn around."
Harry reluctantly turned around, to see the entirety of the D.A. staring at him with slack jaws and wide eyes. All except for one person.
"Daddy!" Lily exclaimed, running up and giving her father a hug. Over her shoulder, Harry saw every member's eyes glance to him, to the mural behind him, back to him, back to the mural, and with each pass the eyes became wider and wider.
"Um.. Hi Lily."
A couple of girls fainted. A few more members needed to sit down. No one had blinked in the last three minutes.
"I take it you didn't tell anyone I was back, did you Albus."
The only reply was an innocent stare.
He turned back to face the gawkers, and a million questions bombarded him from all directions.
Looking around, Harry pleaded with his eyes first to Lily, then to Albus.
Albus cleared his throat and held his hands for silence. "The reason Mr. Potter has come to attend the meeting has been for one, to observe his daughter, and two, to give a small demonstration."
Harry rounded on Albus. "WHAT!" he whispered harshly. "I have nothing prepared!"
Albus only looked calmly back on him. "I seem to remember you giving a similar demonstration to your own D.A. and assorted members of the school and ministry. It was only three weeks ago for you, was it not? Just do that one."
Harry sighed in resignation. "I need the sword." He breathed out in a defeated voice.
The headmaster chuckled and pointed over to the mural. Directly underneath was a plaque with the Griffindor sword positioned blade-tip down directly over Voldemort's wand. Harry walked over, grabbed the sword off the plaque, and on impulse, grabbed The Dark Lord's wand and slipped it into the left-hand wand holster he had in case of emergencies.
He walked towards the equipment rack, and pulled out a shoulder harness with a scabbard on it. He took off his robes, and his undershirt. He removed his shoes and socks, and walked to the center of the room clad in only his trousers. He stopped in the center of the room, and slung the scabbard over his right shoulder, clasping it together underneath his left arm.
The murmur he had been hearing since he walked to the center of the room was now coming in clearer.
"He's even hotter in person!"
"Do you see his chest!"
"Look at that back! He's so hot!"
Harry started blushing to from the tips of his hair down to the waistline of his trousers, while trying to maintain his dignity by adjusting the wand holsters he had on both wrists, a wand in each.
"That is my FATHER you are talking about!" came a dignified voice, and Harry turned to see Lily scolding the girls that were whistling and catcalling him. He breathed a silent thank-you to Lily and nodded to Albus, indicating that he was ready.
Albus gathered everyone's attention and called for them to stand back, as he erected a shielding dome over the greater part of the very large room to protect spectators from stray curses.
"Are you ready Harry?" he asked.
Harry nodded, a determined look on his face, before he bowed he head, closing his eyes, and taking deep calming breaths.
Albus clapped his hands three times, and twenty five ghostly figures appeared in the dome with him, as his opponents.
One of the figures raised his wand and fired a curse, while the others began closing in on him.
Harry's head snapped up from his meditative stance, and eyeing the curse, dodged to the side in a mid-air roll, firing a hex at the offender before sidestepping, unsheathing his sword while turning in a deft motion to face another opponent that had snuck up behind him.
Harry's face broke out in a feral grin. The fun had just begun...
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Harry settled back into the bed, trying to get comfortable but found it was a lost cause. He was awake, and needed to be up and about. Gathering his things, he was headed out the door when he ran into Albus once again.
"Going somewhere Mr. Potter?" he said, trying to command a reprimanding tone, but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his true feelings on the matter.
"Yea," Harry answered a bit sheepishly, "I was going to go see what the D.A. meetings are like fifteen years later."
"I was hoping we could have a little chat about your, shall we say, recently acquired 'abilities'."
Harry, not willing to spend a second longer in the hospital wing, began reaching for a compromise. "Can we talk and walk at the same time?"
"I'm not sure that this is a conversation that should be privy to the ears of the castle, Harry." The twinkle was shining a little less.
Harry smirked, and raised his wand so it was pointing at the ceiling. Tracing an intricate pattern in the air, he finished whispering "Silencio Localus". A silver dome sprouted from his wand tip, still held high in the air, reaching down to the floor. When the dome was complete, it flashed just a shade brighter than it was, then faded to nothing.
Seeing the confused look on Albus's face, Harry decided to explain. "It's a localized silencing charm. 'Mione and I developed it Sixth year so we could have some privacy now and then. Sound gets in, it doesn't get out, and the silencing field travels with the caster." He gave his trademark grin before asking "Like it?"
The headmaster chuckled, shaking his head while trying to see the invisible field, muttering things like 'ingenious' and 'I should have thought of this years ago'.
"Shall we, Headmaster?" Harry asked, dipping into a half bow and holding his arm out towards the exit of the hospital wing.
"Indeed, Mr. Potter."
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In the corridor, The two friends turned a corner continuing their chat.
"I heard what you did for Mrs. Longbottom, Harry."
"Really? Because I have no idea what I did."
"From the descriptions I was given, you created some sort of a time-bubble around Mrs. Longbottom, regressing her to a point before the curse stole her fertility, then progressing her back to her rightful age, all the while keeping her memories intact. Very complex. And you say you don't know how you did it?"
Harry looked down, shaking his head with an expression of concentration.
"Fascinating. Well, enough of this. We will get you a handle on these powers of yours. It will just take time, and I tell you now that you have the full support of the Hogwart's staff, myself included. Ah, here we are."
They had stopped at a large set of doors.
"We are exactly where, Professor?"
"The D.A. classroom. Did you think that it would still be held in the room of requirement after all these years?"
Harry chuckled. "Let's go in."
They walked into the room, keeping quiet so as not to disturb the ongoing session. A line of students were firing curses onto a wall laden with targets, with varying degrees of accuracy. Harry saw his daughter walking up and down the line of students, correcting people in places, offering words of encouragement and in others, giving small praise to properly performed hexes.
Harry leaned in to Albus. "She's not teaching just because she's my daughter, is she?"
Albus whispered back. "Yes and no. No, she didn't get the teaching position because of your fame. Yes, she got it because she has her mother's brains and her father's sheer audacity and determination." He chuckled at the look on Harry's face, caught between pride over Lily and trying to feel indignant over being called audacious.
Harry let his eyes travel around the room, taking in its splendors. A rather large room, with stylish brass ornaments decorating the walls. Small anterooms where there were a myriad of different weather conditions. Harry mused that they were for training to duel in adverse weather. Large bookshelves filled with many different kinds of books and magical items of all sorts. He let his eyes continue wandering until.
"Oh. My. GOD!!!!!"
Directly on the wall to the left of the entrance, was a wall spanning mural of himself, Harry Potter, standing in a defiant pose with the Godric's sword in the belt of his battle robes. Behind him was a darkened landscape on the edge of the forbidden forest, Hagrid's hut to his left, and to his right, a depiction of the last moment of Voldemort's life. He had a defiant smirk and his arms crossed over his chest, in a pose that seemed to say 'Whatever you've got, bring it. I promise you it won't be enough.' Directly underneath the Mural was lettering that read; 'In Dedication of the Founder of the Defense Association: Sir Harry Potter'
Everyone in the room had turned to see who had made the exclamation, but that same person had forgotten anyone else was in the room.
"Why can't I just have a NORMAL life! HUH! How many more statues, murals, and memorials am I going to just 'happen' across before people are going to start warning me beforehand!" He paused and looked at the writing once again. "I was KNIGHTED! Why is it that even after I am supposedly this 'world's greatest savior'" he said very sarcastically, "that I am still out of the loop!?!?"
The headmaster chuckled, and when Harry turned to glare at him, the chuckle turned into a full out laugh, and Albus fell down on his bum roaring with laughter, something very uncharacteristic of him.
He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then said; "When you are done with your ranting, I believe you've attracted an audience." There was a pause. "Close your mouth and turn around."
Harry reluctantly turned around, to see the entirety of the D.A. staring at him with slack jaws and wide eyes. All except for one person.
"Daddy!" Lily exclaimed, running up and giving her father a hug. Over her shoulder, Harry saw every member's eyes glance to him, to the mural behind him, back to him, back to the mural, and with each pass the eyes became wider and wider.
"Um.. Hi Lily."
A couple of girls fainted. A few more members needed to sit down. No one had blinked in the last three minutes.
"I take it you didn't tell anyone I was back, did you Albus."
The only reply was an innocent stare.
He turned back to face the gawkers, and a million questions bombarded him from all directions.
Looking around, Harry pleaded with his eyes first to Lily, then to Albus.
Albus cleared his throat and held his hands for silence. "The reason Mr. Potter has come to attend the meeting has been for one, to observe his daughter, and two, to give a small demonstration."
Harry rounded on Albus. "WHAT!" he whispered harshly. "I have nothing prepared!"
Albus only looked calmly back on him. "I seem to remember you giving a similar demonstration to your own D.A. and assorted members of the school and ministry. It was only three weeks ago for you, was it not? Just do that one."
Harry sighed in resignation. "I need the sword." He breathed out in a defeated voice.
The headmaster chuckled and pointed over to the mural. Directly underneath was a plaque with the Griffindor sword positioned blade-tip down directly over Voldemort's wand. Harry walked over, grabbed the sword off the plaque, and on impulse, grabbed The Dark Lord's wand and slipped it into the left-hand wand holster he had in case of emergencies.
He walked towards the equipment rack, and pulled out a shoulder harness with a scabbard on it. He took off his robes, and his undershirt. He removed his shoes and socks, and walked to the center of the room clad in only his trousers. He stopped in the center of the room, and slung the scabbard over his right shoulder, clasping it together underneath his left arm.
The murmur he had been hearing since he walked to the center of the room was now coming in clearer.
"He's even hotter in person!"
"Do you see his chest!"
"Look at that back! He's so hot!"
Harry started blushing to from the tips of his hair down to the waistline of his trousers, while trying to maintain his dignity by adjusting the wand holsters he had on both wrists, a wand in each.
"That is my FATHER you are talking about!" came a dignified voice, and Harry turned to see Lily scolding the girls that were whistling and catcalling him. He breathed a silent thank-you to Lily and nodded to Albus, indicating that he was ready.
Albus gathered everyone's attention and called for them to stand back, as he erected a shielding dome over the greater part of the very large room to protect spectators from stray curses.
"Are you ready Harry?" he asked.
Harry nodded, a determined look on his face, before he bowed he head, closing his eyes, and taking deep calming breaths.
Albus clapped his hands three times, and twenty five ghostly figures appeared in the dome with him, as his opponents.
One of the figures raised his wand and fired a curse, while the others began closing in on him.
Harry's head snapped up from his meditative stance, and eyeing the curse, dodged to the side in a mid-air roll, firing a hex at the offender before sidestepping, unsheathing his sword while turning in a deft motion to face another opponent that had snuck up behind him.
Harry's face broke out in a feral grin. The fun had just begun...