A/N: I don't know if people skip A/Ns or what, but I did tell everyone that
there wouldn't be any Draco/Harry action... at least not in this book too
much. Maybe some light stuff, but Harry's a frigging rape victim for
Christ's sake. I don't think he's gonna want to do that.
Plus, to the nice person who told me to stop giving everyone powers: THEY ARE GOING AGAINST THE POWERS OF HELL!!! Seriously, there are going to be around 200 billion demons they will have to face... they need all the power they can get. Harry and Draco are still the most powerful demigods in creation, but their full powers aren't there yet..... Also, they all had these powers already but no one knew to test for them or something like that, at least that's the premises I have going.
Also, I had to change chapter 12 a bit. I had forgotten that Harry used the diary to free Dobby, so I had to change that whole thing around. Reread chapter 12, because it explains how Ginny got her powers.
Chapter 14
The next morning, Tuesday, Harry and Draco strode out of the Slytherin Dorms, followed by Blaise, Emily, Eric, Crabbe, and Goyle. Severus caught up to them as they filed into the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Harry, Draco, here are your schedules. You have the same classes. I'll see you in Potions in half an hour. Oh, and you'll be pleased to know that Pansy and Theodore have been expelled and arrested. Their trial is in a week." Severus handed them their schedules. They both had four ninety minute classes for the day: Potions, followed by DADA, an hour break for lunch, and then Runes and History of Magic. On Mondays and Wednesdays they had Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Spellwriting, and Charms. Fridays, they had all classes.
"Thank you, Professor Snape," Harry said quietly as they walked through the doors to the Great Hall. Harry started to walk over to the Gryffindor table.
"Harry, get Ginny and sit with us," Draco urged.
"Yeah, Harry, sit with your friends." To his surprise it was Emily who had spoke up that time. Grinning slightly, he walked over to the Gryffindor table and pulled Ginny up. To his surprise, Neville, Dean and Seamus followed. Luna stood from her table and walked over. Together, they strode to the Slytherin Tables and made themselves at home. Whispers broke out at every table.
Draco stared at the group of Gryffindors and the lone Ravenclaw that suddenly populated the table. "Harry, I told you to bring Ginny. Why did everyone else decide to join us?"
Seamus spoke up from his seat next to Blaise. "We protect our own, Malfoy. Harry's one of us, and so is Ginny. Besides, what's the big deal?" he asked, challenging the others.
"Nothing. I'm just surprised that you would lower yourself to sit with us. You Gryffindors have that annoying reputation of having the high road of morals. We're all 'dark wizards'. I thought you would avoid us at all cost." Draco took a bite of egg and drank his pumpkin juice, wishing, not for the first time, that it was alcoholic.
Harry grinned impishly. When Draco took the next swig, he choked. Ogden's Firewhiskey burned down the back of his throat. "Potter, what the hell did you do to my drink?" he growled, coughing.
Everyone stared at Harry as his grin widened. "You wanted something alcoholic, so alcohol is what you got."
"Yes, but 180 proof Firewhiskey?" Seamus's eyes widened in shock.
He thrust the drink to Harry. "Gimme! Now!" Laughing, Harry complied. Seamus took a long swig and gasped happily. "Oh, that hits the spot." He swayed a little in his seat.
"That better not be alcoholic, Mr. Finnigan, especially since you have my class next." Gulping, Seamus looked up into the impassive face of Professor Snape.
"No, Sir, it's just pumpkin juice. See?" Seamus held up his glass, hoping that Harry would get the hint and change it back. Severus lifted the glass and sniffed it suspiciously. When he didn't smell alcohol, he took a cautious sip. He tasted pumpkin juice.
Glaring, he put the glass back down. "I could have sworn..." he trailed off. Harry buried his face in his arms, shaking with repressed laughter. "POTTER! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"
Harry sat up, still giggling. Draco kicked him under the table. "It's Malfoy," he sputtered. "Malfoy has the whiskey."
"POTTER!" Draco yelled, outraged. Laughs broke out from around the hall. "You're the one who turned it, so what the hell are you tattling for? Quit blaming me!" Severus stared back and forth as the two of them started mock fighting.
Harry suddenly found himself hanging upside down, and Draco's clothes were transfigured into Teletubbies pajamas. Cursing loudly, they fixed themselves before continuing.
"Potter, you bastard! Let me down!" Draco screeched as Harry held him in a headlock ten feet above the table. Everyone gasped, shocked that they were in midair without the use of wands or spells for that matter.
"Dipshit, my parents WERE married! Don't believe me? Ask them!" Harry yelled back, trying to erase the foot high, flaming words "Draco's BITCH" that were scrolled on the back of his robes. Giving up, he stripped out of them, revealing a silver mesh shirt and leather pants underneath. He let go of Draco to remove the arms, and the other boy tackled him. Everyone in the Hall was laughing and cheering. Seamus had a pool going on who would win.
Severus sighed and rose from the floor. He pulled the two of them apart. "What am I going to do with you two?" He asked wearily. The Hall went deathly silent as everyone strained to hear him. "I don't know which was worse: you two as enemies, fighting, or you two as best friends, play fighting. This is ridiculous. You are both sixteen. Act your age." Chastised, the two demigods sank back to the ground, pouting.
They glared at the Potions Master, hurt. "Don't look at me like that. Harry, what would your parents say?" Teenage versions of Lily and James stood from the corner where they had been watching with great interest.
"We would say, as people who have both pulled serious pranking, WAY TO GO! I liked the Teletubbies. Nice touch. Now put your robes back on." Lily ordered, a smirk on her face.
"Mum, I kind of can't. Draco wrote something on it and I can't get it to come off." Harry handed her the robe. James stared at the flaming words and held his sides, laughing hysterically. Lily stared at it, grinning.
"I dunno, Sev, you think we should make them wear their messed up clothing all day as punishment for disrupting breakfast?" Draco's clothes turned back into Teletubbies pajamas. The two of them stared in horror as Lily put the robe back on her mortified son.
Severus and his sister smirked identically. "Now stay like that." Harry and Draco stared at each other and shrugged.
"Oh well, what can you do?" Harry asked. "At least I don't have strange little creatures on my clothing." He glared at his mother and still rolling-on-the floor-laughing father. "Thanks a lot, you two. Aren't you NOT supposed to embarrass me?"
"Actually, embarrassing you is our job," gasped James. Lily elbowed him.
"Shh, you dumbass. Don't tell him that. We can't get away with it now!" Lily and James looked at their son, smirks on their faces. Harry sighed.
"Come on, everyone, NEWTS Potions is up. We have to go." Harry picked up his books and headed for the Dungeons. Draco, Emily, Hermione, Eric, Seamus, Dean, Blaise, several Ravenclaws and two Hufflepuffs followed him out of the Hall.
Lily turned to Severus. "You mind if I come along? I don't have anything to do, and James is going to help Remus teach." Severus nodded. "Great! Oh, this will be so much fun!" Lily walked out of the Great Hall with Severus.
"Good morning, class. I trust you all belong here? Good. Now then this class has two rules, which make it different from any other Potions class you have had with me. First, you must maintain at least an Exceeds Expectations for your grade. If you do not, you will have two weeks to regain your grade or you will be asked to join another class. Second, whoever explodes a cauldron will be forcibly removed from the class without being able to return. Do I make myself clear?" Severus asked the assembled students. Everyone nodded. His sister smirked in the corner.
"Excellent. This is a fast paced class. You will work individually on your potions, and please feel free to ask questions. We will start a new potion every day, and they are very complex. However, if I did not think you could handle it, you would not be here. Open your books to page fourteen, Veritaserum. The ingredients are in the storeroom. Begin." Severus sat back and watched as everyone started to work. *Now that is what I like to see,* he thought, proudly watching as they diligently began their potions.
By the end of the class, nearly everyone had a perfect cauldron. Seamus had points docked for, after turning his sample in, having Harry turn the rest to rum. Harry grinned as Severus had Seamus drink most of the liter sized cauldron in punishment, then sobering him, hangover included.
"For next class, I want five inches on the properties of Veritaserum and how the potion is used. Personal experience is unnecessary. I do not wish to hear about Dementor's Kiss (1), Magical Truth or Dare, or any other sick games you play. Mr. Potter, please stay after a minute." Everyone but Harry and Draco left.
"Mr. Potter, why did you transform the Veritaserum into Rum?" he asked in exasperation. "Why are you supporting your fellow students in their alcoholism?"
*Because he's a fun drunk?* Harry replied while looking sheepishly at the floor.
*Harry, that really isn't funny... hell, it is...* Sev laughed mentally.
*Anyway, Drac, Harry, get out of your last class on the Monday- Wednesday schedule. That's the experimental Potions class and you will be allowed to work in groups of three. As I recall, Ginny needs two partners.* Harry and Draco nodded and ran out the door.
During the first few minutes of DADA, Harry and Draco easily tested out of ever having to take that class again. Remus threw every spell he could think of at them, to no avail. James stood in the front, laughing, as Harry simply blocked one spell after another with his aura, not even bothering to dodge. With Draco, it was the same thing. He stood there with his arms crossed, before simply freezing the exasperated werewolf.
"Fine, you made your point. I swear, James, they are both so strong! They're stronger than you and Lily! This is ridiculous. I can't teach them anything! Go on, you two! Get out of here!" Harry and Draco happily complied.
They wandered onto the Quidditch Pitch, brooms in hand. They quickly stripped off their robes and kicked off the ground. Harry summoned a Snitch, and they were off, looping and diving over a half mile in the air.
Harry and Draco staggered back into the Great Hall for Lunch, laughing wildly, their brooms tucked under their arms. Ginny walked over to them. "You two went flying and didn't tell me! I had a free period and I really would have liked to join you!" Sighing, she sat with them at the Slytherin Table. Neville, Dean and Seamus joined them. Luna walked into the Hall and sat with them as well next to Ginny.
"Afternoon, all. What's up?" Emily asked, sitting next to Eric. Eric spent the next thirty minutes staring at her dreamily.
"Not much, Emily. How were your classes?" Ginny asked, snagging a sandwich.
"Boring, as usual. It's not my fault I know all that stuff already." She groaned, resting her head on the table. "Auntie Rowan already showed me all the stuff I'll ever need to know about Transfiguration."
"So test out of it. I did, and I'll never have to take another transfiguration class in my life. I'll just have to take the OWLS and NEWTS for them when the time comes."
"Hey, that might just work. Besides, I have Charms where that Experimental Potions class should be. I can test out of that too, right?"
"Yeah." Harry and Draco listened with interest.
"So, I can get rid of Transfiguration. Charms, and History of Magic as well as the DADA class I just dropped?" Harry asked quietly. Ginny nodded. "Sweet. That'll really be nice. We'll have only five classes. Six, if you count helping Alanna and Xander in their Wandless and Elemental Magic class. When is that, anyway?"
"It's the last class today. You two better show up." Alanna stood behind them, listening to their conversation. Harry grinned at her.
"So, Professor, you really need us to show up and help?" He smirked.
"Knock off the Professor bullshit. It's just ALANNA. And, yes, I do need help. We have nineteen students and very little time." Harry's smirk vanished. He nodded soberly, remembering why they had to train in the first place.
"Sure, Alanna. But, first we have to test out of History of Magic. I think that'll be easy, considering that we have your memories." Harry took a bite of his sandwich. Alanna nudged him in the ribs.
"Hey, move over." Harry scooted over and she sat down next to him. Xander walked into the Great Hall, accompanied by Lily and Severus. They walked over to the Slytherin Table and sat down as well. James and Remus saw them and, sighing, walked from the Teachers' Table over to sit with them.
Everyone took that as a sign to exchange tables. In three minutes flat, there were no exclusively Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor Tables. A group of Hufflepuffs sat at the end of the Gryffindor Table, chatting with several Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. Three Ravenclaw first years sat at the Slytherin Table around Veronica and Crystal Malfoy. Susan Bones, Hanna Abbot, and Ernie McMillan came over to talk to Ron and Hermione. The professors stared at the students in shock. Harry looked around him and started to laugh.
"I think we started a trend," he remarked to no one in particular. James looked around as well.
"Yep, I'd say we did. I wonder how badly Dumbledore is going to freak." Still laughing, they finished their lunches as the teachers just stared, completely confused at the sudden lack of House rivalry.
Harry and Draco walked quickly to their Ancient Runes class. *You are going to help me, right?* Harry asked Draco, a hint of doubt creeping into his thoughts as they took their seats.
Draco snorted, looking ridiculous in his Teletubbies pajamas. *You're the one who got me wearing these stupid PJs. I dunno, maybe I won't help you...* he trailed off, enjoying the look of slight panic that crossed Harry's features as the instructor, Professor Vector, handed them a paragraph to translate.
*Hey, I'm the one with the derogatory comment on my robes. You did that, so we're even. Now, what the hell do these Runes mean?* sighing, Draco explained each Rune. Harry nodded, and quickly translated the paragraph.
Draco blinked in surprise. *Damn, that was quick. How did you do that?*
*I don't know. I've always been able to do that. It just clicks in my mind what the Rune or Kanji, or whatever means, and I read it.* Harry took out his book and idly read the first chapter, translating the English parts into Runes.
Draco stared at him the entire class period in awe. *God, no wonder you have a hard time in Potions. Forget the idea of ADHD; your mind just works too fast.* He remarked as they packed their bags.
Harry shrugged. *Well, it's a good thing I have you permanently lodged in my brain then. You force me to slow down a little.* They silently walked out of class and headed to History of Magic.
They sat down in the front of the classroom two minutes later. As everyone else filed in, Professor Binns floated out of the wall and hovered in front of the class.
"Good afternoon, class. Take your seats and please pull out your textbooks. The Goblin Insurrection..." Professor Binns droned on, his back to the class. Harry felt himself slipping into the familiar daze that the ghost teacher's monotonous voice always put him into.
Suddenly, Harry and Draco sat upright. *What did he just say? When did he say the First Goblin Insurrection was?* they asked each other.
"Professor Binns, when did you say the first Goblin Insurrection was?" Harry asked, startling the ghost from his lecture.
"Wha- 1386, why?" The ghost stared at Harry.
"I think that's wrong, sir. There was one before that, in 1245 and it lasted for forty years. The next one was in 1305. The third one was in 1386, and it was actually a mixture of Goblins and Trolls." Harry stopped talking, sheepishly looking around. Hermione stared at him incredulously.
"What do you mean, Mr. Potter? There were no wars in that time. Whatever are you talking about?" Draco raised his hand.
"Professor, we were telepathically bonded to Alanna. We have her memories in our head, and she was alive at that time. She remembers it happening," Draco explained reasonably, as if it were completely normal to remember the entire history of the world. Professor Binns stared at them.
"Could you please go get her?" Binns asked finally.
Draco and Harry nodded. *Alanna,* they called.
*Could you two get here soon, please? We do need help.* Alanna called back.
*We are trying to get out of this class, but Binns wants proof about the Goblin Insurrections.*
*Fine, I'm coming.* With a huff, Alanna apparated into the classroom, startling everyone in the room.
Professor Binns stared at her. "So, Alanna, when was the first Goblin Insurrection?"
"1245, why?" Alanna crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why isn't that in the text?" the ghost countered.
"Because the text is wrong. Here, let me show you." Alana extended her hand and a silvery circle appeared and hovered in the center of the room. The circle suddenly started to glow, and images appeared. The entire class watched, fascinated, as they saw Diagon Alley as the scene of a bloody battle. The stared, horrified, at the image of wizards pitching themselves against Goblins. They saw countless people fall, bloody and obviously dead, disappearing from the circle.
"That was 1245. It ended in 1281. The next one," the screen cleared and another battle scene emerged. This time, Hogwarts was in the background as witches and wizards attacked a joined force of Goblins and Trolls. The Goblins and Trolls were driven back into the Forbidden Forest, "was in 1305. That lasted only two years."
Professor Binns just stared at the images. He couldn't figure out how those battles could have been missed. *If they have all her memories, then they shouldn't be here...* "You two boys are excused." Harry and Draco quickly packed their books and apparated to the Room of Requirement, Alanna's classroom.
"So, sis, what do you need us to do?" Harry asked cheekily as he surveyed the stunned students.
"Hey, help with the wandless magic. Ginny, Neville, Luna, Blaise, Dean, Seamus, Eric and Emily, go with Harry and Draco. Everyone else, come over here." Harry sat down in the far corner of the room with Draco. Everyone she had called sat down in front of him in a circle.
"So, Teach, what ya gonna do?" Emily asked with a grin.
Harry sighed. "First I want to know if everyone can hear me." They stared at him, confused. *Can you hear me now?* he asked telepathically.
Everyone stared at him in surprise. "Your- your mouth isn't moving," Seamus stuttered, impressed to say the least.
"Right, it's telepathy." Draco drawled, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Oh, right." Seamus said stupidly. They laughed.
"Ok, first, I'm gonna link with all of you and let you feel how wandless magic is done. After that, you'll get to try. First year spells ONLY." Harry stretched out his hands and tied everyone's consciousness in with his own.
The next day, Harry and Draco proved to Professors McGonagall and Flitwick that they would never need to attend a Transfiguration or Charms class again in their lives. Harry transfigured McGonagall's desk into a ten foot Phoenix which flew out the window, and she spent the next ten minutes chasing it. When she finally returned to the classroom empty handed, she found Draco had transfigured a teapot into a brand new desk for her.
In Charms class, Harry levitated Flitwick. Draco suggested privately that they leave him hanging from the ceiling. Harry, after they had been excused from class, had to ask him whether or not he had been joking.
The hurried to the Dungeons, where they found the Experimental Potions class in full swing. Emily, Eric, Ginny and Lily were already there, working on improving the healing potions Madam Pomfrey used in the Hospital Wing. Harry and Draco strode over to Ginny's table and dropped their books.
*Hey, what do you have so far?* Harry asked her. She showed him absently what she had been working on.
*I'm thinking that we can add more crushed scarab beetles for the potency.* Ginny started to measure out twice the regular amount of beetles and crush them.
*The scarabs react with your stomach acid. If you add any more they'll make an acid strong enough to literally burn you from inside out,* Draco told her. She froze, about to add the beetles she had measured.
Harry looked up from the list of ingredients. *So make it a topical application.* At Ginny and Draco's confused looks, he clarified. *A lotion or salve. Put it on their skin.*
Ginny added the beetles. *Harry, that's brilliant! But, what do we use for the thickening substance?* They stirred in the rest of the ingredients over a period of about an hour.
Severus walked over to them, checking on their progress. "You do realize that your potion will be lethal if ingested, right?" he asked, staring at their cauldron skeptically.
"We are going to put it in salve form, sir. It was Harry's idea." Draco said in all seriousness.
Severus blinked. "Excellent idea. What are you going to use to thicken it?" he asked. They all looked at Harry expectantly.
"Ginny, do you have a bottle of lotion?" he asked, finally receiving inspiration. She pulled a bottle out of her bag.
"Harry, I didn't know you were into Plumeria," she joked, handing it over. Harry rapidly scanned the back of the bottle.
"Isopropyl Alcohol, Fragrance, Silicon- Silicon! That's it!" Harry concentrated and soon about four cups of a clear gel floated in midair. He carefully put a cup of the gel into a spare cauldron and took a cup of the potion. He carefully mixed the two together, forming a creamy, cerulean substance.
Harry picked up a knife thoughtfully. *Now for the test,* he thought to himself. Biting his tongue in concentration, he sliced open his arm and reached into the cauldron for a handful of the salve.
Severus turned back to watch their progress and his face turned a gray color. "Harry! NO!" He knocked the knife from Harry's hand and tried to staunch the flow of blood. "Why are you trying to kill yourself again?" he asked, almost frantic with worry.
Lily looked up sharply. "WHAT?" she screamed and rushed over.
Harry groaned in exasperation. "Hello, testing the salve here. Excuse me." He slopped the salve on his cut. It instantly healed without leaving a trace. He looked up from where he was seated into his mother and uncle's worried faces.
"Harold James Potter, what did he mean by suicide again?" Lily asked, a lone tear tracking down her face.
"Um, I had an episode earlier but I'm fine now and you don't need to worry?" Harry stared into her eyes hopefully. She hugged him tightly.
"Don't even think about it. Promise me that. If you ever feel like it, get me immediately. That goes for you too, Draco. If either of you have a problem, come to me, James, or Sev immediately. Don't wait." Harry hugged his mom.
"Mum, I have almost everything I ever wanted. Why would I want to leave, now that I have you back?" She let go of him and they grinned, identical expressions on their faces.
"Now, our salve worked perfectly. See, no cut." Harry held up his arm. His mother saw the scars and raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything further.
They all crowded around the cauldron. Harry added the rest of the silicon to the ultra healing potion and it solidified. The three creators cheered. Severus smiled, which was a rare sight. "Good job, you three." He turned to the others. "What have you come up with?"
The other three walked back to their cauldron, explaining how their potion not only heals injuries, but increases blood and fluids in the body, fixing the common problem of dehydration for long term patients.
The rest of the week passed quickly. On Friday night, Harry, Blaise and Draco planned a shopping trip to The Dungeon for the following afternoon. They sat in the Slytherin Common Room, talking animatedly. Emily and Eric sat down next to them.
"Hey, where's this Dungeon you're talking about?" Emily asked, interested.
"Muggle London. We went there for my birthday, and are going tomorrow. Want to come along?" Harry asked. They looked up as the entrance to the Slytherin Dorms opened. Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Luna strode in.
"I heard shopping," Ginny accused. Draco smirked.
"Did you honestly think we'd forget about you? Come here." He held out his arms and she sat on his lap. Everyone else sat down as well. They proceeded to plan their shopping trip in Muggle London.
The next day, at breakfast, Dumbledore stood up and addressed everyone. "I have an important announcement to make. First of all, Mr. Harry Potter, your ban on playing Quidditch has been lifted. You may play in the upcoming year." Everyone clapped politely. Dumbledore waited for everyone to quiet down then continued. "Second, there will be no House Quidditch Teams this year, as there will be no games." The entire Hall went silent. "Instead, one of our former students, Oliver Wood, has organized an International Quidditch League for the School level. Tryouts for the school team will be next Saturday. That is all." He sat back down to the excited whispers that circulated the Hall.
"An INTERNATIONAL Quidditch League?" Ginny gasped, ecstatic. "That is so cool!
Harry and Draco stared at each other. "Well, may the best seeker win," Harry said sadly. Draco looked glumly at his plate.
"Yeah, I guess. Good luck, Potter."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "So don't go out for Seeker! You two could play Beater or- how about Chaser, and I'll be the third. You don't need to play Seeker, you know." Harry and Draco looked at each other.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Why not? That's a great idea, Ginny. Considering that we are all bonded telepathically, why not Chaser? The three of us would get it for sure." They finished their breakfast and Severus, Harry, Draco, Neville, Luna, Ginny, Emily, Eric, Dean, Seamus, and Blaise met right outside the school gates. They walked into Hogsmeade and used the Floo in the Three Broomsticks.
They each visited their bank accounts in Gringotts, then Severus, Draco, Ginny, and Harry tied their powers together.
*Claudette,* Harry sent their Vampire Drow friend.
*Harry! I haven't heard from you in several weeks! Have you thought about my offer any?* came the perky reply.
*Sure, why not. Anyway, is anyone in your store? We would like to Apparate in.*
*Nope, all clear.* With that, they apparated into The Dungeon, ready to do some serious shopping.
Three hours later, they left the store laden with bags. Harry had bought a sweet set of daggers that Alanna had promised to help him learn how to use properly. Draco had bought more clothes, convinced that too much is never enough. Ginny had bought some more jewelry. Everyone else had completely revamped their wardrobes. Neville had pierced his ears several times, as had Luna. Emily already had five earrings in one ear and six in the other, so she bought more jewelry and clothes. Eric went wild, buying almost everything in sight, as did Seamus and Dean. Severus also bought a complete wardrobe, as well as picking up some shirts and a pair of leather pants for Lily.
Claudette had had so much fun helping Blaise pick out clothing that he could wear as a guy, as well as clothing for when he became his female side. Harry also spent an hour designing clothing for Claudette's store, which she insisted on paying him for his time. He just asked that she give him store credit, to which she readily agreed.
They Apparated directly back to school from The Dungeon, and somehow wound up in the Chamber of Secrets. Everyone except for Draco, Ginny, Harry and Severus stared in awe of their surroundings.
"Um Harry, mate, where are we?" Neville asked curiously.
"I'm really sorry, guys. We must have screwed up. We're in the Chamber of Secrets. Um, hello, do you want to go...never mind." Harry shut up as he watched the others explore the Chamber.
"Hey, Harry, there're EGGS back here!" Luna yelled. Everyone sprinted over.
"Oh SHIT!" Harry swore vehemently. Severus picked up one of the eggs, caressing the shell lovingly.
"Oh wow, I've wanted a pet Basilisk since I was little and now I can raise one..." Severus trailed off, staring at the egg with something close to rapture on his face.
*Um, Uncle Sev, you look like Hagrid does when he gets a particularly lethal creature to raise...* Harry trailed off, a little scared by the expression. Severus ignored him, still cradling the egg to his chest possessively.
Harry sighed and quickly levitated the rest of the eggs. "If we're going to raise one, we might as well raise them all." Severus looked as if his birthday and Christmas has come early.
Draco quickly grabbed one. "MINE!" he growled possessively. Harry stared at the four remaining eggs. A sudden noise behind him made him whip around.
Neville had conjured several bean bag chairs and was sitting in one, looking extremely pleased with himself. Behind him, Selena had apparated into the Chamber and looked around, a scowl gracing her elfin features.
"What have you done to my chamber?" she asked, stomping over to Harry and Severus. "Ohh, Princess had EGGS! Princess, come to Mommy!" She called, anxiously, looking around. "Where's Princess?"
Harry scuffed his shoes. "Um, um, Voldemort took control of your snake and Ihadtokillit," he finished in a rush.
"WHAT????" Selena shrieked. The walls rumbled and shook. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!" She transformed into Salazar, flames silhouetting him. Harry gulped, but stood his ground. "What do you mean, that piece of shit descendant of mine took control of my Princess??"
"He killed a girl fifty years ago, and through his diary," Harry held up the book, "he took control of Ginny and stole her life force. He turned the snake on the school and tried to kill other students again." Salazar's face was twisted in rage.
"So you fought a fifteen hundred year old Basilisk and had to kill her without using your powers because you didn't know about them. She can't disobey one of the Slytherin line, so she couldn't disobey him, and you didn't know to command her. Great. I swear I'm gonna kill that bastard." Salazar threw up his hands. "Oh, I want two eggs, male and female."
"How do you tell them apart?" Harry asked, staring at the remaining four eggs in confusion. Salazar took them two at a time in his hands.
"These two are male, the other two are female," he said, handing one egg back to Harry. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to put these eggs in storage. I want them for my realm back home. Harry, you need to rebreed the line and Severus, Draco, handle them with care." Salazar disapparated, eggs in hand.
"Um, Harry, could we come down here to hang out whenever we want?" Emily asked from a plush beanbag chair. Harry looked around.
"Actually, that isn't a bad idea. Sev, behind the Basilisk's mouth is an excellent place for a Potions Lab, and we could put in some pool tables..." He walked the perimeter of the room, visualizing.
"What's pool?" asked Draco. Harry laughed, conjuring a pool table, balls, and a set of cues. Emily grabbed a cue, ready to play. Everyone crowded around to watch as she soundly kicked Harry's ass in a game of pool. She cleared the table in only two rounds.
"Where'd you learn to play?" Harry asked, impressed.
"Everyone plays in America. It's almost a national pastime." Emily chalked up her cue again and set it on the table. "Anyone for another game? I promise I'll go easy on you." One by one, everyone learned how to play.
The next week went by, for Harry and Draco, quickly, considering that they only had five classes, plus helping to teach Wandless Magic. As an added bonus, Alanna had taught Ginny how to create those wonderful brooms, and now Ginny had a broom of her own. She, Harry and Draco spent their breaks in the air, learning how to completely coordinate strategies and attacks for Chaser. James also spent an hour going over the rules of the position with the three of them, and Harry and Draco, in turn, helped him to brush up on his Seeker skills.
Friday afternoon, Harry and James, in the form of his fourth year self finally tested their seeking abilities against each other. Draco released the Snitch, and they were off. Draco and Ginny sat back and watched perhaps the two greatest fliers of all time go head to head. *DAMN* thought Draco in envy. *I KNOW I don't look like that in the air!*
Harry and James sped through the sky, the elusive Snitch right in front of them. Faster and higher they raced both desperately trying to reach it before the other. They twisted and turned for almost a half an hour, in and out of the Quidditch stands, through the front half mile of the Forbidden Forest, around the school turrets, until in a last lunge of desperation, James caught the Snitch a millisecond before Harry's fingers closed around it.
"AHA!" James shouted, triumphant. Harry sagged back into his broom, slowing down immediately.
"You caught it only because you're lighter, Dad. I can't change form the way you can." *Damn 5'10" body and 150 lbs. That sucks,* Harry groused to himself.
"True, but in Quidditch, every advantage counts. You just are too big to be a seeker. Even Draco is a bit too tall for the ideal player. Someone Ginny's size would be perfect for it because she is still so small," James explained reasonably as they leisurely flew back to the Pitch. They touched down and Draco and Ginny rushed over.
Ginny saw that the Snitch was in James's hands. "Harry! That was so cool! You two have been chasing that damn thing for over a half an hour! James won, huh? Good job, Mr. Potter! Harry has only been beaten to the Snitch once since he started playing!"
James stared at his son. "Only once and I beat you? Wow, you never said anything about that. How long have you been playing?"
Harry scuffed his boots. "Since first year," he mumbled. James's mouth dropped in shock.
"You're the youngest player in a century!" he yelled, dropping his broom. "How did that happen?"
"You can thank Draco for that one. If he hadn't have swiped Neville's Remembrall and chucked it, McGonagall wouldn't have seen me catch it from a fifty foot dive." Harry answered.
Draco scowled. "Yeah, and because of that, we haven't won the House Cup since then. It's been Gryffindor all six years." James stared at them and started to laugh.
"You- got my- HAHA- son, your-Heehee- worst enemy, on – OH MY GOD-the Quidditch –Team? OH SHIT, that's a- ha-ha- good one." James wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. Draco scowled at him and, turning, walked back towards the Entrance Hall in a huff. Harry rolled his eyes at the mental swearing Draco was doing.
"Come on, Dad, Ginny, let's go in." Harry, Ginny, and James slung their brooms over their shoulders and walked after Draco.
Saturday morning rolled around. Harry, Draco and Ginny, to the shock and dismay of everyone, signed up on the try out roster under Chasers.
"Harry, what the hell are you doing, mate?" Seamus sputtered as he signed up for Beater. "You're the best Seeker we have, and you sign up for CHASER???" Ron ran over, astounded.
"Harry, what're you doing?" he bellowed. Harry sighed and shook his head.
"Ron, Seamus, I'm too tall and heavy for Seeker. In case you hadn't noticed, I shot up six inches over the summer, and I've been assured that I will grow at least another four inches before I stop." Harry shouldered his way past the two gaping Gryffindors.
"Yeah, Harry, Draco and I are going out for Chaser together. One for all and all for one, or something like that." Ginny slung her arms around Harry's neck and he picked her up on his back, slinging her legs to one side. He carried her to the Quidditch Pitch comfortably.
Draco caught up to them. "So, Potter, you've finally found your use in life. Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived To Be a Pack Mule!" Laughing, Harry chased him down to the Pitch, Ginny hanging on for dear life.
Oliver Wood stood in the center of the Pitch, staring at them as they stumbled onto the grass. "Holy shit, Harry. They told me you had changed, but I didn't expect you or Ginny for that matter to have punked out." Harry stiffened, the laughter dying.
"Hello, Oliver," he replied stonily. Draco shot him a concerned look. *Nothing like that, Draco. He's just going to make our time miserable if he hangs around for very long. He hates Slytherins with a passion.*
*Oh.* Draco's grin faded as he stared at the former Gryffindor. "Hello, Wood," he said neutrally.
Oliver Wood cocked an eyebrow. "Going out for Seeker as usual, Malfoy? You'll have to beat the best, then."
"Nope, actually, the three of us are going for Chaser. We found that we work extremely well together," Ginny said casually, still on Harry's back.
"WHAT?" yelled Oliver Wood sharply. "Potter, you're the best damn seeker ever! The hell you are trying out for Chaser!"
"Actually, Wood, I found someone better than me. I'm too heavy and tall for seeking anymore. You need someone light and small." Harry spoke as if her were explaining things to a tantrumming two year old.
Oliver stared at them suspiciously. "Who?" he asked finally.
James and Lily skipped onto the field, a seemingly happy pair of fourth years. Oliver's eyes widened as he recognized them. "Harry, that isn't- it can't bloody be! Your parents are here and they're KIDS!" James and Lily walked over to them, laughing.
"Oh, Wood, here's my replacement. Dad, this is Oliver Wood, my old Captain." James grinned evilly at the astounded Wood.
"Hey, Wood. You have an older sister, right? Hailey? Cute girl. She was a second year when we graduated last time. Anyway, I can beat Harry and barely at that. I just beat him on Wednesday which I've been told had only happened one time before. Nice to meet you. Are you the coach?"
"No- no, I'm not. I just came to talk about the League." By the time he had adjusted to the fact that the Potters were, in fact, standing in front of him, everyone else who was trying out had arrived.
"Now then, can everyone hear me?" he asked the assembled forty students. A chorus of "Yes" answered him. "All right then, there are twenty schools in the League, divided into four groups of five. Each group will have one team advance to the Semifinals and then Finals, by process of who wins the most games in the Division.
"You are in group one, which is made up of Hogwarts, Durmstrung in Siberia, Russia, Beaubaxtons in Paris, France, Magica Universidad do Roma in Rome, Italy, and Dragon's Fang in Beijing, China.
"The other three groups are Division Two: Southern California School of Magic in Orange County, California, Magica Universidad de Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico, Phoenix Fire Academy in Tinian, Micronesia, Sydney Magical University in Sydney, Australia, and Merlin's Academy in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
"Division Three is made up of Salem Magic Academy in Salem, Massachusetts, New Orleans Academy for the Gifted in New Orleans, Louisiana, Washington State Magical Academy in Seattle, Washington, St. Louis Wizarding School in St. Louis, Missouri, and Ontario Mages' Academy in Ontario, Canada.
"Division Four is made of Academy of Isis in Alexandria, Egypt, Shaman Academy in Ethiopia, the South African Magic School in South Africa, Bhodi Tree Magic School in Goa, India, and the Muslim Magical Academy in Pakistan.
"You better make it to the Semifinals. We have by far the best players out of the schools, and I know because I have seen them. Now, I'm gonna get out of your hair, Madame Hooch." With that, Oliver took a seat in the stands.
"All right, Chasers, over here. Seekers, in the air. Goalies, line up behind the goals, and Beaters, take your bats." She blew her whistle and the tryouts began.
Five hours later, Madam Hooch had finally decided on the first and second string player. "All right, we have it! Listen for your names, and those of you not called, better luck next year. All right, First String Seeker is James Potter! First String Chasers are Harry Potter, Ginny Weaseley and Draco Malfoy! First String Beaters are Damian and Nicholai! First String Goalie is Emily George! Good job, you seven!" Everyone applauded them.
"Second String Seeker is Cho Chang! Second String Chasers are Michelle Johnson, Susan Bones, and Tammy Andrews! Second String Beaters are Seamus Finnigan and Blaise Zambini! Second String Goalie is Ron Weaseley! Good job!" The people not called walked back into the castle, leaving the fourteen people called on the field.
"Now, Alanna and Xander have offered to provide brooms for the team. I have agreed after sampling their brooms. So, those without their brooms already, please see them within the next two days. Right, team, time to practice. We have two weeks before our first game against Beaubaxtons, which will take place here." Groaning, they took to the skies.
A/N: Hello again, what's up... so, u like?
(1) I forget what story I stole the idea from, but it sounds like a cool game. So, whoever you are, thanks!
B/N: Hello people, hope you all liked this little show of supremely awesome imagination, I know I did, but I might only be saying that 'cause she is my sister. A quick word from the wise and experienced (if you can believe it, I am referring to myself): never, ever go online from a friends house, and tell your younger sister that you think your principal is sexually repressed, and then trust her not to go to school and write a note to her friend saying the principal is gay and sexually depressed, and then get that note confiscated by the teacher. Yes, being bored with a dictionary near, which leads to things that young ears should not hear, which leads to extremely stupid conversations, which lead to horribly awkward situations..... *sigh* the story of my life. Well, that's all, folks!
P.S.: My sis did not tell me what you guys liked if you preferred something besides cookies, so I give you the patented Buffet Basket! All you have to do is say what you would like to have, and reach in and take it! Though I would advise against multiple goodies at the same time; you might end up with something fit to make Ron Weaseley lose his appetite (Heaven forbid!) So be careful what you wish for, and don't intentionally ask for anything poisoned; do it yourself. I don't know about you all, but I wouldn't like a lawsuit right now; I'm on a non-lawsuit diet, thankyouverymuch!
A/N: Now, for a limited time only, Draco and Harry are on auction. Comes complete with their own jars of chocolate and caramel sauce.... Yum... bidding starts at $500!
Harry: (covered in chocolate) Damnit! That BITCH! I'm all sticky, and why are we dating in this story, Malfoy?
Draco: (Holding a jar of Caramel) Damned if I know, Potter, You aren't supposed to dump the jar on yourself, Dumbass. You're only supposed to hold it.
Harry: I'M NOT A DUMBASS, DIPSHIT! (Tackles Draco, rolling around on the impromptu stage. Chocolate everywhere.)
B/N: Incase anyone is wondering: yes, my sister is a sadistic bitch!
A/N: No! If I were sadistic, I would have them tied up, with lots of whips and chains!
B/N: See what I mean?
Plus, to the nice person who told me to stop giving everyone powers: THEY ARE GOING AGAINST THE POWERS OF HELL!!! Seriously, there are going to be around 200 billion demons they will have to face... they need all the power they can get. Harry and Draco are still the most powerful demigods in creation, but their full powers aren't there yet..... Also, they all had these powers already but no one knew to test for them or something like that, at least that's the premises I have going.
Also, I had to change chapter 12 a bit. I had forgotten that Harry used the diary to free Dobby, so I had to change that whole thing around. Reread chapter 12, because it explains how Ginny got her powers.
Chapter 14
The next morning, Tuesday, Harry and Draco strode out of the Slytherin Dorms, followed by Blaise, Emily, Eric, Crabbe, and Goyle. Severus caught up to them as they filed into the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Harry, Draco, here are your schedules. You have the same classes. I'll see you in Potions in half an hour. Oh, and you'll be pleased to know that Pansy and Theodore have been expelled and arrested. Their trial is in a week." Severus handed them their schedules. They both had four ninety minute classes for the day: Potions, followed by DADA, an hour break for lunch, and then Runes and History of Magic. On Mondays and Wednesdays they had Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Spellwriting, and Charms. Fridays, they had all classes.
"Thank you, Professor Snape," Harry said quietly as they walked through the doors to the Great Hall. Harry started to walk over to the Gryffindor table.
"Harry, get Ginny and sit with us," Draco urged.
"Yeah, Harry, sit with your friends." To his surprise it was Emily who had spoke up that time. Grinning slightly, he walked over to the Gryffindor table and pulled Ginny up. To his surprise, Neville, Dean and Seamus followed. Luna stood from her table and walked over. Together, they strode to the Slytherin Tables and made themselves at home. Whispers broke out at every table.
Draco stared at the group of Gryffindors and the lone Ravenclaw that suddenly populated the table. "Harry, I told you to bring Ginny. Why did everyone else decide to join us?"
Seamus spoke up from his seat next to Blaise. "We protect our own, Malfoy. Harry's one of us, and so is Ginny. Besides, what's the big deal?" he asked, challenging the others.
"Nothing. I'm just surprised that you would lower yourself to sit with us. You Gryffindors have that annoying reputation of having the high road of morals. We're all 'dark wizards'. I thought you would avoid us at all cost." Draco took a bite of egg and drank his pumpkin juice, wishing, not for the first time, that it was alcoholic.
Harry grinned impishly. When Draco took the next swig, he choked. Ogden's Firewhiskey burned down the back of his throat. "Potter, what the hell did you do to my drink?" he growled, coughing.
Everyone stared at Harry as his grin widened. "You wanted something alcoholic, so alcohol is what you got."
"Yes, but 180 proof Firewhiskey?" Seamus's eyes widened in shock.
He thrust the drink to Harry. "Gimme! Now!" Laughing, Harry complied. Seamus took a long swig and gasped happily. "Oh, that hits the spot." He swayed a little in his seat.
"That better not be alcoholic, Mr. Finnigan, especially since you have my class next." Gulping, Seamus looked up into the impassive face of Professor Snape.
"No, Sir, it's just pumpkin juice. See?" Seamus held up his glass, hoping that Harry would get the hint and change it back. Severus lifted the glass and sniffed it suspiciously. When he didn't smell alcohol, he took a cautious sip. He tasted pumpkin juice.
Glaring, he put the glass back down. "I could have sworn..." he trailed off. Harry buried his face in his arms, shaking with repressed laughter. "POTTER! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"
Harry sat up, still giggling. Draco kicked him under the table. "It's Malfoy," he sputtered. "Malfoy has the whiskey."
"POTTER!" Draco yelled, outraged. Laughs broke out from around the hall. "You're the one who turned it, so what the hell are you tattling for? Quit blaming me!" Severus stared back and forth as the two of them started mock fighting.
Harry suddenly found himself hanging upside down, and Draco's clothes were transfigured into Teletubbies pajamas. Cursing loudly, they fixed themselves before continuing.
"Potter, you bastard! Let me down!" Draco screeched as Harry held him in a headlock ten feet above the table. Everyone gasped, shocked that they were in midair without the use of wands or spells for that matter.
"Dipshit, my parents WERE married! Don't believe me? Ask them!" Harry yelled back, trying to erase the foot high, flaming words "Draco's BITCH" that were scrolled on the back of his robes. Giving up, he stripped out of them, revealing a silver mesh shirt and leather pants underneath. He let go of Draco to remove the arms, and the other boy tackled him. Everyone in the Hall was laughing and cheering. Seamus had a pool going on who would win.
Severus sighed and rose from the floor. He pulled the two of them apart. "What am I going to do with you two?" He asked wearily. The Hall went deathly silent as everyone strained to hear him. "I don't know which was worse: you two as enemies, fighting, or you two as best friends, play fighting. This is ridiculous. You are both sixteen. Act your age." Chastised, the two demigods sank back to the ground, pouting.
They glared at the Potions Master, hurt. "Don't look at me like that. Harry, what would your parents say?" Teenage versions of Lily and James stood from the corner where they had been watching with great interest.
"We would say, as people who have both pulled serious pranking, WAY TO GO! I liked the Teletubbies. Nice touch. Now put your robes back on." Lily ordered, a smirk on her face.
"Mum, I kind of can't. Draco wrote something on it and I can't get it to come off." Harry handed her the robe. James stared at the flaming words and held his sides, laughing hysterically. Lily stared at it, grinning.
"I dunno, Sev, you think we should make them wear their messed up clothing all day as punishment for disrupting breakfast?" Draco's clothes turned back into Teletubbies pajamas. The two of them stared in horror as Lily put the robe back on her mortified son.
Severus and his sister smirked identically. "Now stay like that." Harry and Draco stared at each other and shrugged.
"Oh well, what can you do?" Harry asked. "At least I don't have strange little creatures on my clothing." He glared at his mother and still rolling-on-the floor-laughing father. "Thanks a lot, you two. Aren't you NOT supposed to embarrass me?"
"Actually, embarrassing you is our job," gasped James. Lily elbowed him.
"Shh, you dumbass. Don't tell him that. We can't get away with it now!" Lily and James looked at their son, smirks on their faces. Harry sighed.
"Come on, everyone, NEWTS Potions is up. We have to go." Harry picked up his books and headed for the Dungeons. Draco, Emily, Hermione, Eric, Seamus, Dean, Blaise, several Ravenclaws and two Hufflepuffs followed him out of the Hall.
Lily turned to Severus. "You mind if I come along? I don't have anything to do, and James is going to help Remus teach." Severus nodded. "Great! Oh, this will be so much fun!" Lily walked out of the Great Hall with Severus.
"Good morning, class. I trust you all belong here? Good. Now then this class has two rules, which make it different from any other Potions class you have had with me. First, you must maintain at least an Exceeds Expectations for your grade. If you do not, you will have two weeks to regain your grade or you will be asked to join another class. Second, whoever explodes a cauldron will be forcibly removed from the class without being able to return. Do I make myself clear?" Severus asked the assembled students. Everyone nodded. His sister smirked in the corner.
"Excellent. This is a fast paced class. You will work individually on your potions, and please feel free to ask questions. We will start a new potion every day, and they are very complex. However, if I did not think you could handle it, you would not be here. Open your books to page fourteen, Veritaserum. The ingredients are in the storeroom. Begin." Severus sat back and watched as everyone started to work. *Now that is what I like to see,* he thought, proudly watching as they diligently began their potions.
By the end of the class, nearly everyone had a perfect cauldron. Seamus had points docked for, after turning his sample in, having Harry turn the rest to rum. Harry grinned as Severus had Seamus drink most of the liter sized cauldron in punishment, then sobering him, hangover included.
"For next class, I want five inches on the properties of Veritaserum and how the potion is used. Personal experience is unnecessary. I do not wish to hear about Dementor's Kiss (1), Magical Truth or Dare, or any other sick games you play. Mr. Potter, please stay after a minute." Everyone but Harry and Draco left.
"Mr. Potter, why did you transform the Veritaserum into Rum?" he asked in exasperation. "Why are you supporting your fellow students in their alcoholism?"
*Because he's a fun drunk?* Harry replied while looking sheepishly at the floor.
*Harry, that really isn't funny... hell, it is...* Sev laughed mentally.
*Anyway, Drac, Harry, get out of your last class on the Monday- Wednesday schedule. That's the experimental Potions class and you will be allowed to work in groups of three. As I recall, Ginny needs two partners.* Harry and Draco nodded and ran out the door.
During the first few minutes of DADA, Harry and Draco easily tested out of ever having to take that class again. Remus threw every spell he could think of at them, to no avail. James stood in the front, laughing, as Harry simply blocked one spell after another with his aura, not even bothering to dodge. With Draco, it was the same thing. He stood there with his arms crossed, before simply freezing the exasperated werewolf.
"Fine, you made your point. I swear, James, they are both so strong! They're stronger than you and Lily! This is ridiculous. I can't teach them anything! Go on, you two! Get out of here!" Harry and Draco happily complied.
They wandered onto the Quidditch Pitch, brooms in hand. They quickly stripped off their robes and kicked off the ground. Harry summoned a Snitch, and they were off, looping and diving over a half mile in the air.
Harry and Draco staggered back into the Great Hall for Lunch, laughing wildly, their brooms tucked under their arms. Ginny walked over to them. "You two went flying and didn't tell me! I had a free period and I really would have liked to join you!" Sighing, she sat with them at the Slytherin Table. Neville, Dean and Seamus joined them. Luna walked into the Hall and sat with them as well next to Ginny.
"Afternoon, all. What's up?" Emily asked, sitting next to Eric. Eric spent the next thirty minutes staring at her dreamily.
"Not much, Emily. How were your classes?" Ginny asked, snagging a sandwich.
"Boring, as usual. It's not my fault I know all that stuff already." She groaned, resting her head on the table. "Auntie Rowan already showed me all the stuff I'll ever need to know about Transfiguration."
"So test out of it. I did, and I'll never have to take another transfiguration class in my life. I'll just have to take the OWLS and NEWTS for them when the time comes."
"Hey, that might just work. Besides, I have Charms where that Experimental Potions class should be. I can test out of that too, right?"
"Yeah." Harry and Draco listened with interest.
"So, I can get rid of Transfiguration. Charms, and History of Magic as well as the DADA class I just dropped?" Harry asked quietly. Ginny nodded. "Sweet. That'll really be nice. We'll have only five classes. Six, if you count helping Alanna and Xander in their Wandless and Elemental Magic class. When is that, anyway?"
"It's the last class today. You two better show up." Alanna stood behind them, listening to their conversation. Harry grinned at her.
"So, Professor, you really need us to show up and help?" He smirked.
"Knock off the Professor bullshit. It's just ALANNA. And, yes, I do need help. We have nineteen students and very little time." Harry's smirk vanished. He nodded soberly, remembering why they had to train in the first place.
"Sure, Alanna. But, first we have to test out of History of Magic. I think that'll be easy, considering that we have your memories." Harry took a bite of his sandwich. Alanna nudged him in the ribs.
"Hey, move over." Harry scooted over and she sat down next to him. Xander walked into the Great Hall, accompanied by Lily and Severus. They walked over to the Slytherin Table and sat down as well. James and Remus saw them and, sighing, walked from the Teachers' Table over to sit with them.
Everyone took that as a sign to exchange tables. In three minutes flat, there were no exclusively Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor Tables. A group of Hufflepuffs sat at the end of the Gryffindor Table, chatting with several Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. Three Ravenclaw first years sat at the Slytherin Table around Veronica and Crystal Malfoy. Susan Bones, Hanna Abbot, and Ernie McMillan came over to talk to Ron and Hermione. The professors stared at the students in shock. Harry looked around him and started to laugh.
"I think we started a trend," he remarked to no one in particular. James looked around as well.
"Yep, I'd say we did. I wonder how badly Dumbledore is going to freak." Still laughing, they finished their lunches as the teachers just stared, completely confused at the sudden lack of House rivalry.
Harry and Draco walked quickly to their Ancient Runes class. *You are going to help me, right?* Harry asked Draco, a hint of doubt creeping into his thoughts as they took their seats.
Draco snorted, looking ridiculous in his Teletubbies pajamas. *You're the one who got me wearing these stupid PJs. I dunno, maybe I won't help you...* he trailed off, enjoying the look of slight panic that crossed Harry's features as the instructor, Professor Vector, handed them a paragraph to translate.
*Hey, I'm the one with the derogatory comment on my robes. You did that, so we're even. Now, what the hell do these Runes mean?* sighing, Draco explained each Rune. Harry nodded, and quickly translated the paragraph.
Draco blinked in surprise. *Damn, that was quick. How did you do that?*
*I don't know. I've always been able to do that. It just clicks in my mind what the Rune or Kanji, or whatever means, and I read it.* Harry took out his book and idly read the first chapter, translating the English parts into Runes.
Draco stared at him the entire class period in awe. *God, no wonder you have a hard time in Potions. Forget the idea of ADHD; your mind just works too fast.* He remarked as they packed their bags.
Harry shrugged. *Well, it's a good thing I have you permanently lodged in my brain then. You force me to slow down a little.* They silently walked out of class and headed to History of Magic.
They sat down in the front of the classroom two minutes later. As everyone else filed in, Professor Binns floated out of the wall and hovered in front of the class.
"Good afternoon, class. Take your seats and please pull out your textbooks. The Goblin Insurrection..." Professor Binns droned on, his back to the class. Harry felt himself slipping into the familiar daze that the ghost teacher's monotonous voice always put him into.
Suddenly, Harry and Draco sat upright. *What did he just say? When did he say the First Goblin Insurrection was?* they asked each other.
"Professor Binns, when did you say the first Goblin Insurrection was?" Harry asked, startling the ghost from his lecture.
"Wha- 1386, why?" The ghost stared at Harry.
"I think that's wrong, sir. There was one before that, in 1245 and it lasted for forty years. The next one was in 1305. The third one was in 1386, and it was actually a mixture of Goblins and Trolls." Harry stopped talking, sheepishly looking around. Hermione stared at him incredulously.
"What do you mean, Mr. Potter? There were no wars in that time. Whatever are you talking about?" Draco raised his hand.
"Professor, we were telepathically bonded to Alanna. We have her memories in our head, and she was alive at that time. She remembers it happening," Draco explained reasonably, as if it were completely normal to remember the entire history of the world. Professor Binns stared at them.
"Could you please go get her?" Binns asked finally.
Draco and Harry nodded. *Alanna,* they called.
*Could you two get here soon, please? We do need help.* Alanna called back.
*We are trying to get out of this class, but Binns wants proof about the Goblin Insurrections.*
*Fine, I'm coming.* With a huff, Alanna apparated into the classroom, startling everyone in the room.
Professor Binns stared at her. "So, Alanna, when was the first Goblin Insurrection?"
"1245, why?" Alanna crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why isn't that in the text?" the ghost countered.
"Because the text is wrong. Here, let me show you." Alana extended her hand and a silvery circle appeared and hovered in the center of the room. The circle suddenly started to glow, and images appeared. The entire class watched, fascinated, as they saw Diagon Alley as the scene of a bloody battle. The stared, horrified, at the image of wizards pitching themselves against Goblins. They saw countless people fall, bloody and obviously dead, disappearing from the circle.
"That was 1245. It ended in 1281. The next one," the screen cleared and another battle scene emerged. This time, Hogwarts was in the background as witches and wizards attacked a joined force of Goblins and Trolls. The Goblins and Trolls were driven back into the Forbidden Forest, "was in 1305. That lasted only two years."
Professor Binns just stared at the images. He couldn't figure out how those battles could have been missed. *If they have all her memories, then they shouldn't be here...* "You two boys are excused." Harry and Draco quickly packed their books and apparated to the Room of Requirement, Alanna's classroom.
"So, sis, what do you need us to do?" Harry asked cheekily as he surveyed the stunned students.
"Hey, help with the wandless magic. Ginny, Neville, Luna, Blaise, Dean, Seamus, Eric and Emily, go with Harry and Draco. Everyone else, come over here." Harry sat down in the far corner of the room with Draco. Everyone she had called sat down in front of him in a circle.
"So, Teach, what ya gonna do?" Emily asked with a grin.
Harry sighed. "First I want to know if everyone can hear me." They stared at him, confused. *Can you hear me now?* he asked telepathically.
Everyone stared at him in surprise. "Your- your mouth isn't moving," Seamus stuttered, impressed to say the least.
"Right, it's telepathy." Draco drawled, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Oh, right." Seamus said stupidly. They laughed.
"Ok, first, I'm gonna link with all of you and let you feel how wandless magic is done. After that, you'll get to try. First year spells ONLY." Harry stretched out his hands and tied everyone's consciousness in with his own.
The next day, Harry and Draco proved to Professors McGonagall and Flitwick that they would never need to attend a Transfiguration or Charms class again in their lives. Harry transfigured McGonagall's desk into a ten foot Phoenix which flew out the window, and she spent the next ten minutes chasing it. When she finally returned to the classroom empty handed, she found Draco had transfigured a teapot into a brand new desk for her.
In Charms class, Harry levitated Flitwick. Draco suggested privately that they leave him hanging from the ceiling. Harry, after they had been excused from class, had to ask him whether or not he had been joking.
The hurried to the Dungeons, where they found the Experimental Potions class in full swing. Emily, Eric, Ginny and Lily were already there, working on improving the healing potions Madam Pomfrey used in the Hospital Wing. Harry and Draco strode over to Ginny's table and dropped their books.
*Hey, what do you have so far?* Harry asked her. She showed him absently what she had been working on.
*I'm thinking that we can add more crushed scarab beetles for the potency.* Ginny started to measure out twice the regular amount of beetles and crush them.
*The scarabs react with your stomach acid. If you add any more they'll make an acid strong enough to literally burn you from inside out,* Draco told her. She froze, about to add the beetles she had measured.
Harry looked up from the list of ingredients. *So make it a topical application.* At Ginny and Draco's confused looks, he clarified. *A lotion or salve. Put it on their skin.*
Ginny added the beetles. *Harry, that's brilliant! But, what do we use for the thickening substance?* They stirred in the rest of the ingredients over a period of about an hour.
Severus walked over to them, checking on their progress. "You do realize that your potion will be lethal if ingested, right?" he asked, staring at their cauldron skeptically.
"We are going to put it in salve form, sir. It was Harry's idea." Draco said in all seriousness.
Severus blinked. "Excellent idea. What are you going to use to thicken it?" he asked. They all looked at Harry expectantly.
"Ginny, do you have a bottle of lotion?" he asked, finally receiving inspiration. She pulled a bottle out of her bag.
"Harry, I didn't know you were into Plumeria," she joked, handing it over. Harry rapidly scanned the back of the bottle.
"Isopropyl Alcohol, Fragrance, Silicon- Silicon! That's it!" Harry concentrated and soon about four cups of a clear gel floated in midair. He carefully put a cup of the gel into a spare cauldron and took a cup of the potion. He carefully mixed the two together, forming a creamy, cerulean substance.
Harry picked up a knife thoughtfully. *Now for the test,* he thought to himself. Biting his tongue in concentration, he sliced open his arm and reached into the cauldron for a handful of the salve.
Severus turned back to watch their progress and his face turned a gray color. "Harry! NO!" He knocked the knife from Harry's hand and tried to staunch the flow of blood. "Why are you trying to kill yourself again?" he asked, almost frantic with worry.
Lily looked up sharply. "WHAT?" she screamed and rushed over.
Harry groaned in exasperation. "Hello, testing the salve here. Excuse me." He slopped the salve on his cut. It instantly healed without leaving a trace. He looked up from where he was seated into his mother and uncle's worried faces.
"Harold James Potter, what did he mean by suicide again?" Lily asked, a lone tear tracking down her face.
"Um, I had an episode earlier but I'm fine now and you don't need to worry?" Harry stared into her eyes hopefully. She hugged him tightly.
"Don't even think about it. Promise me that. If you ever feel like it, get me immediately. That goes for you too, Draco. If either of you have a problem, come to me, James, or Sev immediately. Don't wait." Harry hugged his mom.
"Mum, I have almost everything I ever wanted. Why would I want to leave, now that I have you back?" She let go of him and they grinned, identical expressions on their faces.
"Now, our salve worked perfectly. See, no cut." Harry held up his arm. His mother saw the scars and raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything further.
They all crowded around the cauldron. Harry added the rest of the silicon to the ultra healing potion and it solidified. The three creators cheered. Severus smiled, which was a rare sight. "Good job, you three." He turned to the others. "What have you come up with?"
The other three walked back to their cauldron, explaining how their potion not only heals injuries, but increases blood and fluids in the body, fixing the common problem of dehydration for long term patients.
The rest of the week passed quickly. On Friday night, Harry, Blaise and Draco planned a shopping trip to The Dungeon for the following afternoon. They sat in the Slytherin Common Room, talking animatedly. Emily and Eric sat down next to them.
"Hey, where's this Dungeon you're talking about?" Emily asked, interested.
"Muggle London. We went there for my birthday, and are going tomorrow. Want to come along?" Harry asked. They looked up as the entrance to the Slytherin Dorms opened. Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Luna strode in.
"I heard shopping," Ginny accused. Draco smirked.
"Did you honestly think we'd forget about you? Come here." He held out his arms and she sat on his lap. Everyone else sat down as well. They proceeded to plan their shopping trip in Muggle London.
The next day, at breakfast, Dumbledore stood up and addressed everyone. "I have an important announcement to make. First of all, Mr. Harry Potter, your ban on playing Quidditch has been lifted. You may play in the upcoming year." Everyone clapped politely. Dumbledore waited for everyone to quiet down then continued. "Second, there will be no House Quidditch Teams this year, as there will be no games." The entire Hall went silent. "Instead, one of our former students, Oliver Wood, has organized an International Quidditch League for the School level. Tryouts for the school team will be next Saturday. That is all." He sat back down to the excited whispers that circulated the Hall.
"An INTERNATIONAL Quidditch League?" Ginny gasped, ecstatic. "That is so cool!
Harry and Draco stared at each other. "Well, may the best seeker win," Harry said sadly. Draco looked glumly at his plate.
"Yeah, I guess. Good luck, Potter."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "So don't go out for Seeker! You two could play Beater or- how about Chaser, and I'll be the third. You don't need to play Seeker, you know." Harry and Draco looked at each other.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Why not? That's a great idea, Ginny. Considering that we are all bonded telepathically, why not Chaser? The three of us would get it for sure." They finished their breakfast and Severus, Harry, Draco, Neville, Luna, Ginny, Emily, Eric, Dean, Seamus, and Blaise met right outside the school gates. They walked into Hogsmeade and used the Floo in the Three Broomsticks.
They each visited their bank accounts in Gringotts, then Severus, Draco, Ginny, and Harry tied their powers together.
*Claudette,* Harry sent their Vampire Drow friend.
*Harry! I haven't heard from you in several weeks! Have you thought about my offer any?* came the perky reply.
*Sure, why not. Anyway, is anyone in your store? We would like to Apparate in.*
*Nope, all clear.* With that, they apparated into The Dungeon, ready to do some serious shopping.
Three hours later, they left the store laden with bags. Harry had bought a sweet set of daggers that Alanna had promised to help him learn how to use properly. Draco had bought more clothes, convinced that too much is never enough. Ginny had bought some more jewelry. Everyone else had completely revamped their wardrobes. Neville had pierced his ears several times, as had Luna. Emily already had five earrings in one ear and six in the other, so she bought more jewelry and clothes. Eric went wild, buying almost everything in sight, as did Seamus and Dean. Severus also bought a complete wardrobe, as well as picking up some shirts and a pair of leather pants for Lily.
Claudette had had so much fun helping Blaise pick out clothing that he could wear as a guy, as well as clothing for when he became his female side. Harry also spent an hour designing clothing for Claudette's store, which she insisted on paying him for his time. He just asked that she give him store credit, to which she readily agreed.
They Apparated directly back to school from The Dungeon, and somehow wound up in the Chamber of Secrets. Everyone except for Draco, Ginny, Harry and Severus stared in awe of their surroundings.
"Um Harry, mate, where are we?" Neville asked curiously.
"I'm really sorry, guys. We must have screwed up. We're in the Chamber of Secrets. Um, hello, do you want to go...never mind." Harry shut up as he watched the others explore the Chamber.
"Hey, Harry, there're EGGS back here!" Luna yelled. Everyone sprinted over.
"Oh SHIT!" Harry swore vehemently. Severus picked up one of the eggs, caressing the shell lovingly.
"Oh wow, I've wanted a pet Basilisk since I was little and now I can raise one..." Severus trailed off, staring at the egg with something close to rapture on his face.
*Um, Uncle Sev, you look like Hagrid does when he gets a particularly lethal creature to raise...* Harry trailed off, a little scared by the expression. Severus ignored him, still cradling the egg to his chest possessively.
Harry sighed and quickly levitated the rest of the eggs. "If we're going to raise one, we might as well raise them all." Severus looked as if his birthday and Christmas has come early.
Draco quickly grabbed one. "MINE!" he growled possessively. Harry stared at the four remaining eggs. A sudden noise behind him made him whip around.
Neville had conjured several bean bag chairs and was sitting in one, looking extremely pleased with himself. Behind him, Selena had apparated into the Chamber and looked around, a scowl gracing her elfin features.
"What have you done to my chamber?" she asked, stomping over to Harry and Severus. "Ohh, Princess had EGGS! Princess, come to Mommy!" She called, anxiously, looking around. "Where's Princess?"
Harry scuffed his shoes. "Um, um, Voldemort took control of your snake and Ihadtokillit," he finished in a rush.
"WHAT????" Selena shrieked. The walls rumbled and shook. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!" She transformed into Salazar, flames silhouetting him. Harry gulped, but stood his ground. "What do you mean, that piece of shit descendant of mine took control of my Princess??"
"He killed a girl fifty years ago, and through his diary," Harry held up the book, "he took control of Ginny and stole her life force. He turned the snake on the school and tried to kill other students again." Salazar's face was twisted in rage.
"So you fought a fifteen hundred year old Basilisk and had to kill her without using your powers because you didn't know about them. She can't disobey one of the Slytherin line, so she couldn't disobey him, and you didn't know to command her. Great. I swear I'm gonna kill that bastard." Salazar threw up his hands. "Oh, I want two eggs, male and female."
"How do you tell them apart?" Harry asked, staring at the remaining four eggs in confusion. Salazar took them two at a time in his hands.
"These two are male, the other two are female," he said, handing one egg back to Harry. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to put these eggs in storage. I want them for my realm back home. Harry, you need to rebreed the line and Severus, Draco, handle them with care." Salazar disapparated, eggs in hand.
"Um, Harry, could we come down here to hang out whenever we want?" Emily asked from a plush beanbag chair. Harry looked around.
"Actually, that isn't a bad idea. Sev, behind the Basilisk's mouth is an excellent place for a Potions Lab, and we could put in some pool tables..." He walked the perimeter of the room, visualizing.
"What's pool?" asked Draco. Harry laughed, conjuring a pool table, balls, and a set of cues. Emily grabbed a cue, ready to play. Everyone crowded around to watch as she soundly kicked Harry's ass in a game of pool. She cleared the table in only two rounds.
"Where'd you learn to play?" Harry asked, impressed.
"Everyone plays in America. It's almost a national pastime." Emily chalked up her cue again and set it on the table. "Anyone for another game? I promise I'll go easy on you." One by one, everyone learned how to play.
The next week went by, for Harry and Draco, quickly, considering that they only had five classes, plus helping to teach Wandless Magic. As an added bonus, Alanna had taught Ginny how to create those wonderful brooms, and now Ginny had a broom of her own. She, Harry and Draco spent their breaks in the air, learning how to completely coordinate strategies and attacks for Chaser. James also spent an hour going over the rules of the position with the three of them, and Harry and Draco, in turn, helped him to brush up on his Seeker skills.
Friday afternoon, Harry and James, in the form of his fourth year self finally tested their seeking abilities against each other. Draco released the Snitch, and they were off. Draco and Ginny sat back and watched perhaps the two greatest fliers of all time go head to head. *DAMN* thought Draco in envy. *I KNOW I don't look like that in the air!*
Harry and James sped through the sky, the elusive Snitch right in front of them. Faster and higher they raced both desperately trying to reach it before the other. They twisted and turned for almost a half an hour, in and out of the Quidditch stands, through the front half mile of the Forbidden Forest, around the school turrets, until in a last lunge of desperation, James caught the Snitch a millisecond before Harry's fingers closed around it.
"AHA!" James shouted, triumphant. Harry sagged back into his broom, slowing down immediately.
"You caught it only because you're lighter, Dad. I can't change form the way you can." *Damn 5'10" body and 150 lbs. That sucks,* Harry groused to himself.
"True, but in Quidditch, every advantage counts. You just are too big to be a seeker. Even Draco is a bit too tall for the ideal player. Someone Ginny's size would be perfect for it because she is still so small," James explained reasonably as they leisurely flew back to the Pitch. They touched down and Draco and Ginny rushed over.
Ginny saw that the Snitch was in James's hands. "Harry! That was so cool! You two have been chasing that damn thing for over a half an hour! James won, huh? Good job, Mr. Potter! Harry has only been beaten to the Snitch once since he started playing!"
James stared at his son. "Only once and I beat you? Wow, you never said anything about that. How long have you been playing?"
Harry scuffed his boots. "Since first year," he mumbled. James's mouth dropped in shock.
"You're the youngest player in a century!" he yelled, dropping his broom. "How did that happen?"
"You can thank Draco for that one. If he hadn't have swiped Neville's Remembrall and chucked it, McGonagall wouldn't have seen me catch it from a fifty foot dive." Harry answered.
Draco scowled. "Yeah, and because of that, we haven't won the House Cup since then. It's been Gryffindor all six years." James stared at them and started to laugh.
"You- got my- HAHA- son, your-Heehee- worst enemy, on – OH MY GOD-the Quidditch –Team? OH SHIT, that's a- ha-ha- good one." James wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. Draco scowled at him and, turning, walked back towards the Entrance Hall in a huff. Harry rolled his eyes at the mental swearing Draco was doing.
"Come on, Dad, Ginny, let's go in." Harry, Ginny, and James slung their brooms over their shoulders and walked after Draco.
Saturday morning rolled around. Harry, Draco and Ginny, to the shock and dismay of everyone, signed up on the try out roster under Chasers.
"Harry, what the hell are you doing, mate?" Seamus sputtered as he signed up for Beater. "You're the best Seeker we have, and you sign up for CHASER???" Ron ran over, astounded.
"Harry, what're you doing?" he bellowed. Harry sighed and shook his head.
"Ron, Seamus, I'm too tall and heavy for Seeker. In case you hadn't noticed, I shot up six inches over the summer, and I've been assured that I will grow at least another four inches before I stop." Harry shouldered his way past the two gaping Gryffindors.
"Yeah, Harry, Draco and I are going out for Chaser together. One for all and all for one, or something like that." Ginny slung her arms around Harry's neck and he picked her up on his back, slinging her legs to one side. He carried her to the Quidditch Pitch comfortably.
Draco caught up to them. "So, Potter, you've finally found your use in life. Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived To Be a Pack Mule!" Laughing, Harry chased him down to the Pitch, Ginny hanging on for dear life.
Oliver Wood stood in the center of the Pitch, staring at them as they stumbled onto the grass. "Holy shit, Harry. They told me you had changed, but I didn't expect you or Ginny for that matter to have punked out." Harry stiffened, the laughter dying.
"Hello, Oliver," he replied stonily. Draco shot him a concerned look. *Nothing like that, Draco. He's just going to make our time miserable if he hangs around for very long. He hates Slytherins with a passion.*
*Oh.* Draco's grin faded as he stared at the former Gryffindor. "Hello, Wood," he said neutrally.
Oliver Wood cocked an eyebrow. "Going out for Seeker as usual, Malfoy? You'll have to beat the best, then."
"Nope, actually, the three of us are going for Chaser. We found that we work extremely well together," Ginny said casually, still on Harry's back.
"WHAT?" yelled Oliver Wood sharply. "Potter, you're the best damn seeker ever! The hell you are trying out for Chaser!"
"Actually, Wood, I found someone better than me. I'm too heavy and tall for seeking anymore. You need someone light and small." Harry spoke as if her were explaining things to a tantrumming two year old.
Oliver stared at them suspiciously. "Who?" he asked finally.
James and Lily skipped onto the field, a seemingly happy pair of fourth years. Oliver's eyes widened as he recognized them. "Harry, that isn't- it can't bloody be! Your parents are here and they're KIDS!" James and Lily walked over to them, laughing.
"Oh, Wood, here's my replacement. Dad, this is Oliver Wood, my old Captain." James grinned evilly at the astounded Wood.
"Hey, Wood. You have an older sister, right? Hailey? Cute girl. She was a second year when we graduated last time. Anyway, I can beat Harry and barely at that. I just beat him on Wednesday which I've been told had only happened one time before. Nice to meet you. Are you the coach?"
"No- no, I'm not. I just came to talk about the League." By the time he had adjusted to the fact that the Potters were, in fact, standing in front of him, everyone else who was trying out had arrived.
"Now then, can everyone hear me?" he asked the assembled forty students. A chorus of "Yes" answered him. "All right then, there are twenty schools in the League, divided into four groups of five. Each group will have one team advance to the Semifinals and then Finals, by process of who wins the most games in the Division.
"You are in group one, which is made up of Hogwarts, Durmstrung in Siberia, Russia, Beaubaxtons in Paris, France, Magica Universidad do Roma in Rome, Italy, and Dragon's Fang in Beijing, China.
"The other three groups are Division Two: Southern California School of Magic in Orange County, California, Magica Universidad de Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico, Phoenix Fire Academy in Tinian, Micronesia, Sydney Magical University in Sydney, Australia, and Merlin's Academy in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
"Division Three is made up of Salem Magic Academy in Salem, Massachusetts, New Orleans Academy for the Gifted in New Orleans, Louisiana, Washington State Magical Academy in Seattle, Washington, St. Louis Wizarding School in St. Louis, Missouri, and Ontario Mages' Academy in Ontario, Canada.
"Division Four is made of Academy of Isis in Alexandria, Egypt, Shaman Academy in Ethiopia, the South African Magic School in South Africa, Bhodi Tree Magic School in Goa, India, and the Muslim Magical Academy in Pakistan.
"You better make it to the Semifinals. We have by far the best players out of the schools, and I know because I have seen them. Now, I'm gonna get out of your hair, Madame Hooch." With that, Oliver took a seat in the stands.
"All right, Chasers, over here. Seekers, in the air. Goalies, line up behind the goals, and Beaters, take your bats." She blew her whistle and the tryouts began.
Five hours later, Madam Hooch had finally decided on the first and second string player. "All right, we have it! Listen for your names, and those of you not called, better luck next year. All right, First String Seeker is James Potter! First String Chasers are Harry Potter, Ginny Weaseley and Draco Malfoy! First String Beaters are Damian and Nicholai! First String Goalie is Emily George! Good job, you seven!" Everyone applauded them.
"Second String Seeker is Cho Chang! Second String Chasers are Michelle Johnson, Susan Bones, and Tammy Andrews! Second String Beaters are Seamus Finnigan and Blaise Zambini! Second String Goalie is Ron Weaseley! Good job!" The people not called walked back into the castle, leaving the fourteen people called on the field.
"Now, Alanna and Xander have offered to provide brooms for the team. I have agreed after sampling their brooms. So, those without their brooms already, please see them within the next two days. Right, team, time to practice. We have two weeks before our first game against Beaubaxtons, which will take place here." Groaning, they took to the skies.
A/N: Hello again, what's up... so, u like?
(1) I forget what story I stole the idea from, but it sounds like a cool game. So, whoever you are, thanks!
B/N: Hello people, hope you all liked this little show of supremely awesome imagination, I know I did, but I might only be saying that 'cause she is my sister. A quick word from the wise and experienced (if you can believe it, I am referring to myself): never, ever go online from a friends house, and tell your younger sister that you think your principal is sexually repressed, and then trust her not to go to school and write a note to her friend saying the principal is gay and sexually depressed, and then get that note confiscated by the teacher. Yes, being bored with a dictionary near, which leads to things that young ears should not hear, which leads to extremely stupid conversations, which lead to horribly awkward situations..... *sigh* the story of my life. Well, that's all, folks!
P.S.: My sis did not tell me what you guys liked if you preferred something besides cookies, so I give you the patented Buffet Basket! All you have to do is say what you would like to have, and reach in and take it! Though I would advise against multiple goodies at the same time; you might end up with something fit to make Ron Weaseley lose his appetite (Heaven forbid!) So be careful what you wish for, and don't intentionally ask for anything poisoned; do it yourself. I don't know about you all, but I wouldn't like a lawsuit right now; I'm on a non-lawsuit diet, thankyouverymuch!
A/N: Now, for a limited time only, Draco and Harry are on auction. Comes complete with their own jars of chocolate and caramel sauce.... Yum... bidding starts at $500!
Harry: (covered in chocolate) Damnit! That BITCH! I'm all sticky, and why are we dating in this story, Malfoy?
Draco: (Holding a jar of Caramel) Damned if I know, Potter, You aren't supposed to dump the jar on yourself, Dumbass. You're only supposed to hold it.
Harry: I'M NOT A DUMBASS, DIPSHIT! (Tackles Draco, rolling around on the impromptu stage. Chocolate everywhere.)
B/N: Incase anyone is wondering: yes, my sister is a sadistic bitch!
A/N: No! If I were sadistic, I would have them tied up, with lots of whips and chains!
B/N: See what I mean?