Harry Potter and the Tainting of the Light

by Heaven's Reaper

Harry is sick or being the wizarding world's scapegoat. He is sick of doing what is expected of him by others. Now the only thing that matters is what he wants, and he wants revenge. No pairing decision so far. No update, sorry.

5. Chapter 5

Harry Potter & the Tainting of the Light

Chapter 5

A/N: Hope you like the new chapter. Let's do a vote for pairings, anything but H/Hr and H/G. Those pairings are too common and you can find them anywhere. So just chose the pairings and no slash, I don't write slash. Nothing against slash lovers, but I just don't write them. I might write slash in later chapters, but I'm not too comfortable with it to write it with main characters. So let's do an official voting as of from this chapter. The voting will last for 3 chapters including this one. You must vote with the chapters 5, 6, or 7. Only one vote per SIGNED review, anonymous does not count, sorry. But I personally know that I rigged a previous voting when it was anonymous, so I won't accept anonymous voting.

IMPORTANT NEW CHANGE!!!!!

NOTE!!!!! I have made a change in chapter 4. Instead of Harry having tutoring Saturday and Sunday, he will instead combine it to have it only on Saturday. Figured I needed to give Harry a free day, to actually do what he god damn wants. So Harry will train with Flitwick at 1pm to 4pm, Mcgonagall at 4pm to 7pm, and P.E. (lol) at 7pm to 10pm.

Also note that this will have Ron bashing. I first planned to just make him temporarily jealous and stop, but I find that I like writing Ron bashing. Nothing against Ron lovers, I like reading fics where Ron and Harry are great friends also, but I just want to write Ron bashing. I know, I know, I'm being immature, but it's my story.

(September 4, Saturday)

Harry cursed mentally as he dodged streams of light headed his way. Harry could easily say that today's morning training was different. Drastically so, considering that Harry wasn't actually fighting today.

He was only allowed to dodge the curses headed his way, much like a POW awaiting execution by a firing squad. Moony was looking at some books at the corner of the room, while Moody was training Harry's reflexes.

To Harry's extreme annoyance, every one of Moody's spells were pain curses. Supposedly to punish Harry in case he fails to dodge one of the curses. Harry had been already hit 3 times in the last 5 minutes. It may have been coincidence, but they were all at his right thigh.

Each hit made Harry less mobile, and more susceptible to even more pain curses. After 3 more minute of the training, Moody seemed to get irritated by Harry's dodging skills and did an intricate pattern with his wand. The wand tip glowed purple and it left a trail of purple in the air that looked vaguely like what could have been runes.

After the rune-like light disappeared, the tip of Moody's wand glowed yellow, and Moody once again shot pain curses, the only problem being that he shot 3 triangular pain curses at once for every one curse used. Harry was soon downed easily, and Moody ended the lesson.

After the pain was gone, Harry looked at Moody with wonderment.

"What the hell was that?" Harry asked.

Moody grinned a sadistic grin, "It's something I picked up in the First Rise. I'm guessing only a handful or people can do it, let alone know about it. It takes a lot of power and a lot of knowledge about magic to master it. So... you want to learn it?"

Harry grinned while nodding.

So Moody spent the next hour or so teaching Harry the spell. The spell was a complex combination of many spells that had to be just happened to not interfere with each other.

Most of the individual spells required would have been covered easily in the next few weeks of school, but to combine the different spells, without them interfering with each other, Harry would have been lucky to learn even outside of Hogwarts under normal circumstances.

The first spell Harry learned was the multiplication charm, the spell was usually only applicable to solid objects, but the rune spell, which Harry saw Moody trace in the air, manipulated the spell to only apply to the magical aura of whatever spell that would come out of the wand.

The rune also made the multiplication charm linger at the edge of the wand until the caster dispelled the charm, and for the charm to not shoot out at objects. The rune also linked the multiplication charm together with whatever spell that came out of the wand so that the two different spells wouldn't disrupt the other's potency.

Harry himself read about some runes over the past few days, being intrigued with them since reading about elemental magic, but never came across such a rune that had so many different affects. Harry now loathed not taking the Ancient Runes class at Hogwarts.

Harry vaguely mastered it, but the problem with the linking spell was the more complex the spells that needed to be linked, the harder it was to cast. Harry had more then enough power to cast many number of spells, however Harry would have to practice many times, with different spells, to actually get them to work at full power.

Harry also was incredibly drained after using the spell, as was expected. The multiplication charm kept the potency of each spell. That meant that Harry was actually using 3 times the magical energy for each spell. Like always the magical energy had to come from somewhere, and the only place available was Harry's magical reserve.

The obvious downside to the curse was that the initial casting spell took about 3 seconds. And that was even for a person that was fluent with the spell. Harry himself took about 4 seconds to cast the rune/multiplication spell, and no one in their right mind would allow a person 4 seconds of leeway in a duel or battle.

The good side was that the spell lasted until the caster dispelled it, or the person's magical reserves were drained. So if someone gave Harry enough time to cast the spell, it could be a great advantage in a fight.

Harry stumbled out of the RoR and weerily walked to Gryffindor's Tower. It was a little before 7 right now and Harry wanted to spend his 4 hours before Charm's training wisely. He received 'detention' without a hitch, something that annoyed and also relieved him.

Actually even Hermione believed that Harry deserved it. As she angrily told him after the class ended. Harry was actually happy that people bought it, but was pissed that he had to endure Malfoy taunting. It only infuriated Harry more as he heard Ron's taunting after he heard about what happened in the lesson.

The only thing bearable about the day was hearing Ginny screaming Ron in Gryffindor's Tower. Apparently Ron had continued his blatant smearing campaign, which seemed to have gotten a few more supporters after Harry's 'attack' on a teacher. It seemed that Ginny had, had enough of Ron's ranting and decided to show her brother up again.

(Flashback)

"Ron shut your mouth! I'm sick of hearing you whine! That's all you do, whine, whine, and whine. That's always been your problem Ron! You never worked for anything in your life and always whine when things don't come your way.

You've been doing nothing but whining about your grades, whining about how much more successful your brothers are, whining about how you have no spare change to buy what you want, whining about how you can't get a girlfriend, and whining about how Harry's always better than you!

Well I'll tell you why all that happens Ron! Your grades suck, because you never study! You never prepare for school and you never ever do your homework seriously. At least I saw Harry in the library last year to help and prepare for the DA. But I only saw you sit on your arse and think about Quidditch!

Our brothers are successful because they're ambitious. They know what they want, and they go for it. They study for what they need. Even the twins went to the library to learn about things for their joke shop! What do you want to do Ron? You won't be a professional Quidditch player, seeing as your Keeper skills are mediocre. You won't be an Auror seeing as you only got 7 O.W.L.'s and didn't even get into N.E.W.T.'s prep Transfiguration and Potions.

And the twins offered you a summer job with decent pay at their joke shop! But no! You didn't want to work for your money; you rather waited for the money to all of a sudden rain in your lap! And then you whined and cried about it when you found out that life didn't work that way!

You also can't get a girl because you're horning after any girl with a pretty face. You liked Hermione for the longest time, and over the summer actually developed some courage to finally asked her out and even more surprisingly she said 'yes.' Then you go lusting after someone else, and stew in jealousy when she doesn't even bat an eyelash towards you. Then you sulk after learning that Harry got 18 O.W.L.'s.

With you constantly moaning about the other girl and Harry's grades, it's no wonder your date went lousy. Now you're at Hogwarts and you're lusting after Fleur. Did you really expect Hermione to like you after that?" The whole common room was intently listening to the fiery red head's rant, although they at least had the decency to try and look as if they weren't.

Ginny stormed out of the Tower with a beet red Ron standing in the middle of the Common Room. Ron soon stormed up to the stairs to his dorm room

Harry was surprised about a lot of what Ginny said, and discreetly followed her. She must have heard his foot steps or something because she caught him following her at a hallway on the 4th floor.

"What Harry?" Ginny sounded tired.

"Is that why he was jealous, I thought it was only because of Fleur." Harry said.

Ginny sighed. "No Harry, he's always been jealous of you. Always complained about how he didn't have anything and you got so much. Before he did it rarely and usually without spite, it was more like self pity. But over the summer it got really bad. He constantly moaned about your privileges and whatnot. I once even came across his room, where he was punching some bag with your face in it."

Harry walked up to Ginny and hugged her. "Sorry I made your relationship with Ron so horrible."

Ginny pulled back and gave Harry a feeble smile. "Don't blame yourself Harry. I'm mad at Ron not just because of you. He still complains on and on about me and Dean. Honestly!"

Harry smiled at her exasperation.

Ginny looked at Harry. "Guess what you really wanted to know was about Ron and Hermione, huh?"

Harry blushed and gave a nod.

"Don't worry, if my friends had a secret get-together without me knowing, I would be pretty outraged. Well, one morning at the Burrow Ron comes screaming down the stairs. He seemed really happy for some reason, which was a welcome relief compared to his moaning and groaning all summer. Even the twins got fed up with him and tried to distract him. It was first with a job and when he refused then with pranks.

It was really nice of them if you ask me, they even asked me for a job and I of course accepted. Wow, you can't imagine how successful they are right now, their shops still a bit slow, but they created a owl catalog that's off the chart! It's already raked in about 50 orders after the first week!" Ginny blushed.

"Well I'm going off topic now. Anyways, Ron was nearly shouting about how Hermione was coming over for the summer. He was really excited and seemed like Christmas came early. Well when Hermione came, he was in what he considered his best clothing. All in orange I might add., Yuk.

Surprising thing was that he acted all gentlemanly and took her stuff up to my room, Hermione was really shocked, and so was the rest of the family. Well after she settled in, they talked often over the summer. They talked more with each other then with all of the family combined. It was really cute how over the dinner table he started flirting with her.

The twins started teasing but Ron was surprisingly mature enough to not get offended. Well after a week of courting he got the courage to ask her out. She said yes and the date was set for 3 days later, on a Saturday.

Well on Thursday Tonks came threw the fireplace to talk to dad. She met us on the way and spoke to us about you. Well Hermione and I were the most curious, Ron seemed to vaguely care. He wanted to find out more about your O.W.L.'s then anything. Mum's still mad at the score Ron got; even the Twins got 9 O.W.L.'s.

But that was only because a lot of the Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration applied to something they did with pranks. I never knew how smart they were in their area of expertise.

Well Tonks said how she was training you over the summer with Moody and Moony. She told Ron about how many O.W.L.'s you got. I swear I never saw a person get more red. At the time I didn't know Ron was infatuated with her. Actually it was a week after when I found out, and it was by accident. Tonks talked with dad and left quickly. That's when Ron's bad mood started all over again.

Well Ron and Hermione had a date and I don't know much about. Hermione merely came back slamming the door behind her. She gave vague reference about how Ron was complaining all the time about you and something about Quidditch.

Well after Hermione's bad mood ended, which was about a week, I finally started talking more with her. She didn't talk about the date but even the twins could tell it was Ron's fault. Well I went up to Ron's room to start finding out what happened from him when I heard his mutterings.

He was in his room obviously talking to himself. I overheard how Ron hated you for getting special training. How you got better grades then him. How you got everything and he gets nothing. How you got to hang out with Tonks. It was at that point I figured out that Ron was mooning over Tonks. It would have been really funny to see my older brother acting like a 5 year old with an off set crushes if the situation wasn't so morbid.

I never confronted him about what I heard till just now. And even then I was vague about Tonks, didn't want to hurt Hermione's feelings even more then it already is." Ginny said.

Harry gave Ginny's shoulders a brief squeeze of assurance. "Thanks Ginny, for telling me and confronting Ron. So... how are things going between you and Dean?" Harry suggested lightly.

Ginny knew he was trying to change subjects and was grateful. "Well..." Ginny giggled. "He's a really good kisser. A romantic person... Even if it is hard to believe. And you won't believe the snogging-."

"Okay, okay! Jeesh, didn't have to go that far. I'm still his room mate you know." Harry exclaimed dramatically to Ginny's giggling.

(End of Flashback)

Harry sniggered at how Ron made a jackass out of himself. He never realized how much Ginny grew up. She went from a person with a childish crush to a really mature, yet temperamental, person. Harry was really grateful to have such a valuable friend.

Harry rarely spent time with friend and rarely had fun anymore. He spent times reading instead of having any fun. He already read 5 books and it was only the 4th day of school! Harry couldn't even imagine Hermione being that much of a bookworm.

Hermione, that left Harry wondering. He hadn't really talked to her since the second day of school. Of course there were the occasional 'hello's here and there, but the bond between her, Ron, and him was shattered.

Harry didn't doubt that his friendship with Ron was breakable, even if it had been strong. 4th year proved that it was fallible. Harry didn't hate Ron for being jealous, he was human after all. Harry himself was jealous of Ron, just not for the same reasons. However, Harry was annoyed and pretty angry at how Ron expressed his jealousy against him so bitterly and openly.

Even with his new confliction with Ron, he never expected it to strain his friendship with Hermione so deeply. He always thought that no matter what, his friendship with Hermione would stay as strong as it did, no matter the strains against it. But maybe that was Harry's childish notions reasoning his beliefs, not the cold hearted truth that change was the self-conflicting inevitability that was bound to stay constant.

Harry didn't blame Hermione at all; it was he that pushed her away this whole time. It might have been on purpose, it might have not. But the truth remains that, he did push her away.

Harry sighed at how fucked up the year had been going so far. He needed something to help him relax, not just to help him with his stress by channeling it to aggression, but just some way to help take the load off his mind. Maybe he could go for a swim... in late fall, early winter?

No, that wasn't going to work; of course freezing to death might help take the load off his shoulders, but Harry truly didn't think that was the best solution. Maybe he could take a potion to relieve stress.

Harry didn't know much about the subject, but with all the potions that were out there, there was bound to be something to help relieve the tension in his head.

'What do normal people do to help with stress? Besides running and fighting for their lives that is. Drinking could help me... but no the last thing I need is to consume alcohol. I can't give a shit about the liver damage, god knows that with Voldemort and his Death Eaters out there, alcohol wouldn't be what actually kills me. That'll be a laugh, I can just imagine the headlines now "Boy-who-just-won't-die, finally dies by over drinking!"

Now the effects of alcohol might kill me however. The last thing I need is for my untested and entirely unproven Occulemency Skills to become knowingly obsolete. At least according to the Occulemency Book, even the tiniest bit of alcohol destroys a person's control over their mind, so that would make their occulemency skills to become less effective.'

Harry sighed and looked out at the Quidditch Field. It was empty and the condition was perfect for flying. However, the other Quidditch players would also know that, and they would soon go to the pitch to fly, leaving Harry to be kicked off the field.

Harry truly missed flying, but Harry could honestly say that he didn't miss Quidditch. It was flying that was Harry's true passion; Quidditch merely gave Harry an excuse to fly.

It seemed that Ron became Quidditch Captain. He rubbed it in Harry's face. But he shut up in the end.

(Flashback)

Ron walked into the Common Room and talked to a 7th year Harry never saw before. It was one of the exchange students, and it seemed that only the new kids really had conversations with Ron.

The exchange students were new to the environment, and most didn't have set friends and set alliances within the school. They didn't understand the rivalry, even after being told of it from their fellow classmates. They were in Hogwarts, but in reality they weren't truly of Hogwarts. They saw the prejudice, the pride of house, the fake doors, and the trap staircases, but they didn't truly understand the place and didn't really fit in.

"Yup! I'm Quidditch Captain now!" Ron stuck out his chest in an overly exaggerated manner. He was also wearing his Prefects badge, which was next to his Captain's badge. Most of the house rolled their eyes at the Ron's obvious boastings. Some of the younger kids gave half-hearted congrats.

"Thank you, thank you. I promise to lead Gryffindor's to victory this year. That reminds me, Quidditch signup for seeker, chasers, and beaters. We will retry those positions and see who makes the positions, after all it's only fair to give the rest of the house a shot. It is for the good of the Gryffindor house." Ron spoke with an almost Percy-like pompousness.

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron's egotistic appearance. Harry was extremely tempted to remind Ron that it would only be 'fair' for the Keeper position to be retried also. However at the moment Harry was doing his already stockpiling homework, so he let it be. As Harry suggested, none of the teachers let Harry off easy on the assignments.

Harry didn't exactly find the lessons of great importance, at least not for a soldier's life. But Harry had to grudgingly admit, a lot of the lessons would help Harry not on the battlefield but to live a normal magical life.

He was learning spells to ward off vampires and lethafolds, potions to get rid of ghouls and wandering spirits, spells that would help protect his house not from wizarding terrorists but from unwanted annoying pests. Spells to deal with muggles without harming them, spells to protect yourself without having to kill those that didn't truly mean you harm.

Harry never saw the use of it before, but having the all too clear notion of almost being out of Hogwarts and in to the real world made Harry wise up to the importance of his lessons.

The Healing Art's homework was also intriguing. The spells were mostly mediocre at the moment, but when Harry took a sneak peak to the later chapters within the book, Harry could barely contain his glee. They were obviously advanced, and some of the spells even taught how to fix lethal organ damages.

Harry was about to put the finishing thesis for his Potion's Essay when he was rudely interrupted. Ron stepped to the left of his chair and spoke to him.

"So Potter, are you jealous of my appointment of Quidditch Captain? Heard you also quit Quidditch, is it because you're so mad that I'm the one to be Captain?" Ron taunted.

Harry's hand twitched. He controlled his temper however. It wouldn't be good to be drawn into Ron's taunting.

"Why would I be jealous Weasley? I denied the Captain's position, so you got it. Actually it's funny, the only reason you became Captain is the fact that I refused, meaning that the badge is nothing more then a hand-me-down. Isn't that what you hate the most Weasley, having things handed down to you?

Of course why would you be mad, it's not like you got mad when you received the Prefect's badge instead of me. You always received things after someone else had it." Harry taunted as he finished his essay.

"Liar! I received the prefect's position first! I was with you most of the summer, and I never saw you denying it! See you are jealous, you can't handle the fact that I'm Prefect and Captain!" Ron said angrily.

"Really? Is that so, what I heard from Dumbledore's own mouth was different." Harry said.

"Dumbledore's pet." Ron muttered.

"Now who's jealous? As I was saying, the only reason I didn't become prefect was the fact that it wouldn't be safe to give me a reason to wander the halls of Hogwarts at night. And if you don't believe me, ask Professor McGonagall. After all she decides the Prefects and Captain of Gryffindor.

It was only the Headmaster's last minute interference that I didn't become Prefect. I also turned down the Quidditch Captainship and my Seeker position, because I, unlike you, realize that life is more then just a game. I don't have time to waste my time on such trivial matter such as Qudditch. In case your brain couldn't comprehend, we are in a war now Weasley. Games and all were nice when we were still children, but now it's time to grow up." Harry said without looking at Ron. He was proof reading his essay and with a satisfied smirk placed his essay within his bag.

"And if you were so 'fair' as you put it, then you would also hold Keeper position. Seeing as you suck, and 'for the good of Gryffindor house,' we should find someone else."

(End of Flashback)

It seemed that Ron did confirm what Harry said with McGonagall. Harry wasn't sure of course, but Ron's sudden silence gave him suspicion to believe it so.

Ginny ended up being seeker at the retrial. Ron didn't hold positions for Keeper, as Harry amusingly noted. From the mutterings held throughout the house, Harry presumed that they noticed also. Harry didn't see them practice, but from what Ginny said, they will need a lot of work this year. It seemed that even though Ron loved Quidditch and knew a lot of strategies, Ron had no idea how to lead a team.

It didn't help that the majority of the team disliked Ron for being just an arse at the moment. So Harry didn't know if Ron was just a horrible leader, or if the team was just being hard on purpose.

'Maybe both.' Harry thought.

In the end Harry couldn't think of how to relieve his stress. He just chose to go for a walk around Hogwarts. Harry ended up finding himself back in the RoR, this time without Moody and Moony. Harry didn't know what he wanted the room to be so he was surprised to find it turn into a place he only saw on the cover of some exquisite hotels and vacation spots.

The place was filled with steam, and the ceiling was enchanted to give the feeling of open sky. The walls were bamboo and had lots of plants on the side. The atmosphere of the room although steamy, wasn't stuffy. It was a complete outdoor hot spring without it actually being outdoors.

Even though he did not deliberately ask the room to suit his needs, it must have automatically sensed his need for a stress reliever, and supposedly a few hours at a hot spring did wonders for a person. Harry wished for swimming trunks and saw to his right a black swimming trunk appear.

Harry changed into the trunks and stepped into the warm water bordering on hot. Harry felt relaxed by the atmosphere of the place. He just floated for god knows how long, enjoying the feel of the hot water against his body.

Harry walked into the Great Hall. It was late into the meal so most of the food was already gone. That was okay for Harry though, he wasn't particularly hungry today, he just needed something to occupy the stomach. Harry sat down next to Hermione and started eating breakfast.

The atmosphere, Harry noted, seemed a bit sullen. It was the mornings, so Harry didn't truly expect people to be outright chipper, but the mood of the Great Hall was downright depressing.

Harry tapped Hermione on the shoulder, who seemed to literally jump from the shock. Harry raised an eyebrow at her behavior, and Hermione merely had the decency to blush.

"Um... so what's the reason for the depressing atmosphere?" Harry asked.

"Oh... it's because of... here-." Hermione handed Harry a newspaper.

Law of Aggression

Acting-Minister Bones along with the Heads of the Ministry have validated a new petition.

I, Acting Minister Bones, hereby make the following petition legal

Aurors and Hit Wizard are hereby allowed to use the Unforgivables in dire situation. Acknowledge the fact, all use of the Unforgivables will be checked by officials to validate the use of such spells was only in appropriate situations. Also the use of Dark Arts are legal in the field for Aurors in the act of duty, however blatant over abuse of such privilege will call for an investigation and probable imprisonment.

Any use of the Unforgivable by the public shall be sentenced a lifetime of imprisonment, unless previously given leeway by the Head of the Auror Division and The Minister of Magic.

The use of the Dark Arts has been termed legal only in the act of self defense, teaching purpose, legal duel, or by those given special permission. In the act of self defense the use of the Dark Arts will be thoroughly questioned, unorthodox methods if needed, to prove the use of the spell was in appropriate situations. For teaching purpose each spell under the label of Dark Arts must be brought forth to the Headmaster or mistress of the school who in turn would be given permission by the School Governors and Minister of Magic. Also those given the special permission will have to have their background thoroughly checked and every dark arts used will be brought into question afterwards.

Amelia Bones, Acting-Minister of Magic.

"Isn't it awful?" Hermione said.

"If you want my opinion, no it isn't awful. The law in itself is rickety at best, but the intention behind it I can understand. I just worry about how mature the public will act on this accord." Harry mumbled.

"How can you say that? The Minister just gave the Aurors a license to kill!" Hermione nearly shouted.

"You really think that we should be sending stunner and tickling charms against people that are aiming to kill you? We already seen how useful those petiful spells worked against real enemies in the heat of battle Hermione. It's time to take a stand, time to show those filthy Death Eaters that if they want to kill others they'll have to risk losing their own lives. It's already been proven when we keep imprisoning the bastards; they escape time and time again." Harry said to Hermione.

"How are we better then them when we're using the same methods they are. We are stooping to the Death Eaters level." Hermione countered.

"And you think by killing we're as bad as them, but when we sent the Death Eaters to Azkaban, a place worst then death, we are all of a sudden saints that were being so merciful? I personally think they are blessed to be given death, but it's the only sure way to make sure they don't kill again." Harry said.

Hermione looked mortified by Harry's logic.

"Hermione, is it better to kill one person, than risk that person killing 10 to hundreds of others? You can't really expect that if we are to win this war, we will go at it without killing the other side. Do you really think we can imprison Voldemort and hope that he never escapes to terrorize the world? No, we will have to kill him somehow. War isn't won by morals alone; it's won by toil and sacrifices. It sucks, I understand. But we can't hope to win with false hope and tickling charms." Harry stated firmly.

Hermione shook her head.

"How do you propose we fight this war? Let hundreds on our side die trying to stun the others? Let the people try and negotiate to the others while they're being slaughtered?" Harry asked. "Hermione do you truly believe that just because a spell kills or causes brain damage it's dark?"

"Of course it is dark!" Hermione said.

"So then we shouldn't even be using spells at all? Didn't you know that McGonagall was almost killed last year from overdose of stunners, if that is so then stunners should be dark arts. Did you also know that an overdose of tickling charm can severely damage your nervous system. Did you know that a leg locker spell used to powerful will forever damage the bones and muscles? How about this, did you know the true history of the killing curse, the cruciatus curse, and the imperious curse?"

Hermione shook her head, not truly wanting to hear what Harry was going to say.

The cruciatus curse's age is not known, but it was founded for medical use in the past. It was found the people near dying where heart related problems were concerned could be brought back to life by the cruciatus curse. Back then they didn't know why, but now with muggle science, the human body's function is better known.

A person when under the cruciatus curse, accelerates their heart pumping. A most useful thing to increase the life of a dying person for a few minutes or so.

The killing curse was the most interesting, actually. The origin of the curse was in the pagan times. The curse was to give a swift and painless death to people that were terminally ill. They did it so that the person under a sickness that was a hopeless cause wouldn't have to live dying in agony.

So people you learn the true origin of the most horrid and unforgivable, Unforgivables. So with all I just told you, is it the curse that is Dark, or the intention behind it that is Dark?"

Hermione didn't know it, but they had brought the attention of most of the Gryffindor Table. So she was surprised when Harry addressed the rest of the table in his analysis.

"What about the Patronus curse?" Hermione stated firmly.

"Did you know a Patronus curse was so shocking to a muggle that it brought the man a heart attack?" Harry asked.

"There must be another way." Hermione stated firmly.

"There would be, if we were more powerful. If the situation was different, yes there would be many different ways to fight this war. However, that isn't the case. The case is, we are the ones with the family that is needed to be protected, we are the ones that have houses, we are the ones that need to try and protect the muggles, and we are the ones that are out in the open waiting to be attacked. They have the biggest advantage in any fight because they have the element of surprise and choice."

"Maybe, but how can we justifying killing another person?" Hermione said with resolve.

"You make this sound as if it is a battle between good and evil." Harry shook his head at Hermione's naiveness.

"It is!" Hermione and a few others agreed.

"Oh? Who's the good and who's the evil?" Harry asked dryly.

"You-Know-Who's evil and we're the good!" Hermione said with resolve.

"Hermione... You're the most brilliant witch I know-," Hermione beamed, but then frowned at Harry's continuation, "-and yet every once in a while that you are in fact human." Harry shook his head sadly. "Who are the 'we' in your speech Hermione? Is it the ministry, the public, the children at this school, Dumbledore?" Harry asked. "How are the ministries 'good' when they promote segregation and discrimination against other beings?

How is the ministry 'good' when any beings that aren't human are being labeled beasts? How are the public 'good,' when Hagrid is constantly mocked for being half-giant by the public? When in truth he's one of the most loyal friends I know.

How are the public and the ministry 'good' when Madam Maxine is kicked out of her school once the public and the French Ministry found out that she was part-giant? Even after she became an envoy to the giants, trying to secure their loyalty to the ministry that under appreciates her. Even after she risked life and death with Hagrid, they are still being looked down upon by the public.

The children at this school? Don't make me laugh, they back stab and gossip about each other every second. You can hardly find true friends here; everyone turns on you at the fabrication of stories, rumors, and lies. Everyone here is prejudice to some extent. You may not realize it, but Dean-," Harry looked towards an attentive Dean, "-you see banshees and vampires as evil, right?" Dean nodded. "Why? Is it because they're different, is it because the biased and ill writings made of them by prejudice wizards and witches? Is it because of the screams and drinking of blood by a few that the majority should be labeled evil?" Dean had a thoughtful look.

"If killing is what makes a person evil, then we are all evil. Everyone here has killed." The table looked on disbelieving. "Who here hasn't killed an insect, a flubberworm, a frog, an imp, a snail? Hermione, your parents, are they vegetarians?" Hermione shook her head.

"Then your parents and anyone that eats meat are living off the death of other creatures. Even herbivores kill plants to survive. So you in fact living off the death of other animals, so how does that make you any better? Is the person who has to kill the animal the only one to sin because I don't see anyone valiantly protesting the public of eating animals?" Harry said. "So what is the difference between humans and vampires? They both need to misfortune of others to survive."

"But that's different. There just animals, we're humans." A kid down the row said.

"What makes them different? How is a vampire an animal? What makes them of worth less then us?

That is what makes me laugh, actually. Humans believe that they are above other 'creatures,' we don't bat an eyelash over the death of other being, when a lot of the time we are in fact the ones that kill them, yet when one of our own are killed we throw a tantrum. We kill other beings and make it seem like we are the victims when they retaliate.

Do you truly believe a centaur, a mermaid and man, a veela, or etc. do not care if they are killed. Do you think animals like pain and death? So you see this isn't a battle between good and evil."

"But we oppose the side that promotes segregation and discrimination against the muggles and muggle borns." Hermione stated.

"And all those that support the ministry also support the very faction that supports the segregation and discrimination of all non-humans. How is that better?

Only children with naïve and incredible stupidity should believe that. This is a battle between two factions with different ideals. Now don't think I'm lecturing you on how you are bad and I'm a good guy. No, I also find it hard to look differently upon other beings.

I try not to, but I am only a mortal being with a lot of faults. I too discriminate against others, why take the Slytherins for example, I saw them as low life snakes that are evil for the past 5 years. Discrimination isn't only found between magical people and different beings. It is found wherever there are difference and blind intolerance against those differences." Harry smiled inwardly at the thoughtful looks on the faces of the students.

A tiny, yet powerful wizard was explaining to an average height, yet also powerful wizard about the significance of the day's lesson, while a stunningly beautiful woman was sitting to the side of the room watching the lesson with unhidden interest.

"Let's start off this lesson head first, shall we? It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the road ahead of you will be a bumpy one, so I will teach you everything I can that even briefly will help you in battle. I will also teach you many things to protect yourself even away from battle. Now just by covering those specifics alone will cover a gigantic amount of material.

Do not think that only Patronus charms and Stunners will help you in battle Mr. Potter. It is time for you to start thinking outside the box. Which do you think will be more effective to send a mild blasting curse or an overpowered confidence charm at a person?" Flitwick asked.

Harry raised his eyebrows, "The blasting charm of course."

"Really?" Flitwick asked smugly, "Why?"

"Because the blasting curse throws a person backwards..." Harry said slowly, questioning the man's sanity.

"Tell me Mr. Potter, you know that the confidence charm can not be blocked and that the blasting curse can, so the chances of you hitting the opponent is much higher is it not?"

Harry nodded wondering where this was going.

"Now also think about the fact that because the confidence charm is readily known by everyone that can possibly duel, also imagine the expectancy of such a spell in a duel. Do you think that out of even their wildest imagination a normal dueler would expect such a spell?" Flitwick explained.

Harry said confused, "Just because a spell isn't expected doesn't mean that it will be effective."

"Yes Mr. Potter, but think about this, while a blasting charm can be blocked, a confidence charm has to be dodged, having a person throw him or herself off his previous stable position, or the person may just get hit with the spell." Flitwick reasoned.

"What would be the point of hitting your opponent with the confidence charm, even if it is overly powered? They'll just be less fearful of you throughout the whole duel." Harry asked.

"Mr. Potter, you understand that fear helps a person reason, do you not? I mean the fear of death obviously causes a person to be more cautious."

Harry nodded.

"Now the obvious aspects of the confidence charm is to make a person lose their fears and that would make them-"

"-less cautious, less wary of an opponent, making them cocky enough to make stupid mistakes..." Harry said with realization dawning on him.

"Exactly Mr. Potter!" Flitwick was beaming.

Harry looked at Flitwick, "Wouldn't that also have a downside, I mean that could also make them more dangerous. I remember Neville, all he needs is a little confidence and he turns from an incompetent person to a fearsome dueler."

"Of course Mr. Potter, a bit of confidence does a load of wonders, however you remembered the cheering charm taught in your 3rd year?"

Harry nodded.

"Well I vaguely remember a student overpowering their charm to not just make a person happy, but to make to person insanely cheery. So a normal confidence charm might be good, but as they say too much of a good thing is a bad thing. All you would need is to put more power behind the spell then usual."

Harry once again nodded.

"Do you now understand thinking outside the box? Most of my time as a dueling champion was used in surprising my opponents by unexpected moves that dumbfounded the challengers. Needless to say I built a reputation of being the most random dueler ever. Now to become great at charms and to use them in battle, you just need a creative mind. Now in your duel with Professor Snape, I've seen the potential of your creativity, yet it just needs the right push to bring it out..."

The rest of the lesson was spent with Flitwick giving more ideas on how to use seemingly useless spells to Harry's advantage. Harry was incredibly glad that he took Flitwick's offer by the end of the lesson. He let Harry leave an hour ahead of the normal time, saying that enough was covered for the day.

"Do come by anytime Mr. Potter if you have any questions." Flitwick said to the student that was about to leave.

Harry stopped as if a brick dropped on his head, "Actually I do have a question..."

"Well ask away Mr. Potter." Flitwick said expectantly.

Flitwick was incredibly happy that a student pursuing a greater need to understand Charms. Flitwick had originally taken to teaching wanting to see the unbridle hunger for knowledge in students. The same that he had when he was a child, however it was sad for him to see that rarely people went out the required lessons. Rarely did Flitwick see people go over the expectation level for the class. He only saw it amongst his Ravenclaws, and rarely anyone from the other houses.

But even then, the students didn't seem to want to ask Flitwick. They wanted to go to books for the answer to their questions. And while Flitwick respected and admired their independence, he truly wished to be able to help the students personally.

"I have recently learned the 'cloning spell'-," Here Fleur looked shocked while Flitwick looked mildly surprised but was grinning, "-however I do not seem to get the full potential of the spell. I have seen a person bring about 10 clones and while I have done extensive research on the structuring of the spell, I can only get 2 tops. Can you explain what I need to create more?"

Flitwick's smile widened. "Well Mr. Potter the problem, I believe that you are having, is a common one that even I have faced. How much power are you throwing into spell?"

"I throw everything I have into the spell, I've already thought about the power expectancy of the spell, yet it seems that I can only create two." Harry said.

"Let me see your cloning charm then."

Harry cast it bringing about the usual 2 clones.

"Did you throw everything you had into the spell?"

Harry nodded.

"Hmm... Ah ha! I see the problem, Mr. Potter, while you are indeed putting an incredible amount of power behind the clones; you are putting the power behind the wrong aspect of the spell. You are putting the power behind the clones to make the stability of the clones strong, so your clones will last for an incredibly long time, taking a lot of abuse and toil.

This, in actuality, is good, but if you want more in number you have to put the power of you magic behind the actual number of the conjuring of the clones, not the stability of the clones you want. Now there is also a problem with number cloning, they may have the same physical aspects of you; but they will be more damage prone and will disappear faster." Flitwick began explaining to Harry how to manipulate the magic just as he needed it.

"So you see Mr. Potter, you are putting more power behind the Charms part of the spell, but in reality you need to put more power behind the Transfiguration part. I'm sure Professor McGonagall will teach you more about it next lesson."

"Do you understand it Mr. Potter?" Harry nodded at Flitwick's questioning. "Good now why don't you try the spell again."

Harry did and there appeared 38 Harry's not including himself standing before him.

Flitwick was clapping wildly. "Good good Mr. Potter! Now you understand how to do the spell. But do understand number isn't always everything, you should balance numbers with their stability, do not stretch the number's so largely that a single tickling spell will make them disappear. I myself can create 36 clones and I believe Headmaster Dumbledore can bring about 46 or was that 47 clones? But I can bring about 15 clones and still have them fight, can your clones fight also?"

Harry shrugged, not truly knowing the answer. Flitwick told him to command the clones to fight each other. Harry did so and they disappeared or went down after one hit. Harry shook his head and made them disappear. He then cut his number down by half. The clones came out with a lot of bruises in the end, but they were all sturdy and still there. He then dispelled them again.

"Great job Mr. Potter. Do remember that the less your number, the more you can make them stable. Then shall we have a match between my clones and yours Mr. Potter?" Flitwick was grinning as if he had a secret that he was hiding.

"Professor Flitwick, I don't mean to be rude, but your clones would hardly be a match between my clones, you have already admitted that my clones have a number superiority over your and mine has size superiority over yours."

Flitwick just grinned, "You must not understand the full aspect of the cloning spell. You are limited by the physical aspects of the spell and don't think about the magical aspect of the spell."

Harry's eyes widened at what Flitwick was indicating. Harry on the inside also smirked at the man's sneakiness. Harry's suspicion of what Flitwick was thinking was also confirmed by his added wand movement as he created the clones. Flitwick did indeed bring about 15 clones like he said, but Harry knew that they all had magic inside of them.

Harry created 19 clones, giving each of the clones an even amount of his magic. He brought them about when Flitwick wasn't looking, so Harry guessed that he didn't know that Harry could put magic in his clones.

Harry guessed that they would be as strong magically as first years, but that didn't matter. Even if they were weak, all they needed to know were stunners and shield charms. The spells individually didn't have to be strong, but Harry fully intended to make this battle worthwhile.

Fleur was at the side and she banished all the tables to the far end of the room wanting to see this battle.

Harry called over to Flitwick, "Professor why don't we make this interesting and have obstacles?"

Flitwick grinned and nodded at Fleur. She conjured many things between Harry and Flitwick. There were crude tables, chairs, and books. Harry grinned at how this mock battle would turn out.

"On the count of three then?" Harry asked. Flitwick nodded.

"One." Harry grinned.

"Two." Flitwick was whistling.

"Three!" Flitwick's clones as expected shot stunners at Harry's clones.

Harry shouted at his clones to throw over tables to cover themselves. They did so and the stunners were blocked by the table leaving scorching marks. Harry told them to return fire with stunners. Flitwick in sheer surprise managed to have half his clones knocked out.

Flitwick told his clones to follow Harry's move and told them to take cover behind upturned tables. Harry didn't want them to have time to revive their companions so he told them to burn the wooden tables. They cast incendio at the tables, and while individually their spells wouldn't do much, they cast it together at the tables, burning half of it to the ground.

Flitwick's clones sent banished the tables at the left side of Harry's clones. Harry's clones found themselves being pushed towards the wall with the table crushing them. Harry told the right side of his clones to shoot Flitwick's clones with water.

The 10 to 12 clones arched the water and hit all of Flitwick's clones. That threw their concentration releasing the 8 clones behind the desk. They scrambled back to the front with the tables.

They laid the tables in front of them to act as a shield once again, but Harry ordered them to cast a sticky charm on it. It wasn't permanent, but it would prevent another banishing trick by Flitwick.

By that time Flitwick's clones got their bearings again and to Harry's annoyance revived their companions. They were still wet however as was the ground around them, and even if his clones were weak in power, they had number superiority. Harry shouted at the clones to shoot a relatively weak electricity spell at Flitwick's clones.

It wasn't anywhere near the power of Harry's lightning spell, but with the water conducting it, the spell would have to do. Flitwick's clones got electrocuted as they all were standing in the water. Harry cut off half his clones from shooting their spell and told them to advance onto Flitwick's clones, which were still being electrocuted.

The 9 clones advanced closer to Flitwick's group and Harry told them to shoot them with stunners, hoping that their close range would increase their accuracy. However Harry dearly paid for his mistake in sending his clones in close. He thought that Flitwick's clones would be incapacitated and that they would have an easy time stunning them.

However Harry's clones weren't powerful enough to immobilize Flitwick's clones completely with the electricity, as Harry did with Kingsleys at Grimmaulds Place. Flitwick's clones shot stunners at Harry's advancing 9 clones. All 9 were stunned, while Harry immediately told the others to stop their spell.

Flitwick told his clones to send a fire curse like Harry did before. The tables that were providing protection to Harry were quickly destroyed. Harry countered by telling his 10 clones to banish the books and chairs that lined to floor at Flitwick's clones. 8 of Flitwick's clones go hit, but the other 7 dodged the attack.

Harry pressed his advantage by telling them to fire stunners at those still standing. The clones hit 5 clones, leaving 2 standing with 8 temporarily on the floor. Flitwick's clones did something that Harry next would never have expected. They cast summoning charms at Harry's clones.

Harry's clones didn't get summoned, but it was their boots that did. Currently Harry's clones were lined up in two rows of five, and the front 5 with their boots being summoned found thrown backwards with their feet forward. They toppled onto the 5 behind them and all 10 found themselves on the ground.

Before Harry's clones got up, Flitwick's clones, the remaining 10, were already on them and shot stunners at each at point blank range.

Fleur clapped at the mock duel and then made the conjured desk, chairs, and books disappear.

Harry dispelled his clones and congratulated Flitwick on his battle. They both traded what went wrong, and both of their downfalls were overconfidence. Flitwick's was when he believed that he was the only one that could do magic, and Harry's when he thought Flitwick's clones were immobile. That and when Harry lined the clones up instead of having them spread apart.

Flitwick smiled at Harry and told Harry that having more of these mock-duels with clones would be a great way to increase strategy and decision making on a real battlefield. Flitwick said that they would be having a mock duel every upcoming lesson, to put to test the magic that Harry knew and Harry's strategy making.

Harry nodded at Flitwick's idea, and exited the class. Harry trudged slowly to his next lesson. He waved and chatted with a couple of kids that he knew when he crossed paths with them on the hallways. They sympathized with Harry and told him good luck. Harry walked towards Professor McGonagall's classroom once again and knocked at the entrance.

Harry received the okay to enter so he opened the door. Harry entered the room containing one overly old woman that radiated authority and a stocky and powerful looking young man. Harry nodded slightly at Krum and looked expectantly at Professor McGonagall.

"Well Mr. Potter, I am to help your progress in the art of transfiguration. I have reluctantly accepted you with Professor Krum's persuasion, so do not make me regret having done so." Professor McGonagall said stiffly.

Harry sat down in one of the chairs used for class. He sat down and waited patiently for the teacher to continue.

"Now what I will teach you, will NOT be used as parlor tricks to amuse yourself or your friends. I will teach you complex transfiguration that would be barely introduced within these walls for school. I am reluctant to say that I will teach you transfiguration most useful in battle.

I will teach you how to make warriors in battle that would think for themselves, yet would also be loyal to you. I will teach you how to turn a battle against an army in your favor. I will also teach you... the art of being an animagus. I trust that you have the maturity to not flaunt your animagus form, WHEN you complete it. We will be teaching you to turn into your animagus form an hour every lesson, while for the rest we will cover magic that would help in battle.

Now I know that you know some of these, seeing as you battle with Professor Snape has reached my ears." McGonagall said as if the whole battle was disgraceful.

"Now we will start by increasing the 'knowledge' you can saw of the objects that you conjure or transfigure. You see they will already follow your orders, but you can basically plant reaction in them for some situations. Here I'll show you." McGonagall transfigured a table into a wooden lion.

"Now I want you to fire a stunner at it." Harry did so, but the lion dodged the spell.

"What I did was automatically make it so that the lion to make sure to do everything it can to not be destroyed. I have given it a self awareness of its existence, to fear for its own destruction. I have also made it so that it would be protective of me from threats; try firing a stunner at me." Harry did so albeit a bit reluctantly.

The lion jumped in the way of the curse and had a scorch mark on its surface.

"So you can put a level of importance for each reaction, while it may look out for itself, the lion will no matter what try to defend me. Of course it isn't the most useful reaction in a battle. Imagine if I brought about 10 of the same lion and someone tried to fire a stunner at me. Than all 10 of my lions tries to jump in front of it. No, that would be incredibly stupid.

You can also animate them to have more intelligence; to make it so that the lions realize how many would need to defend you and which of the lions are near enough to actually be able to defend you."

Harry was confused, "How would you be able to make them to do all that?"

"Mr. Potter, if you were in a situation where you see a friend about to be hurt, you have to decide if you can help the person or not. Analize the situation, to see what the best way to help that person would be?"

Harry nodded.

"Then you would just implant that very part of your mind into the object. So basically the object would only be as smart as you would be. It would react exactly as how you would react if in the same situation. Of course you can't plant your entire brain's reactions within the object's head. That takes too much magic and too long of a process to be efficient. However you can implant parts of you brain.

You can make the object be protective of you, or want to protect others, single out enemies and make them targets for the object. Transfiguration is limitless.

"Now actually animation spells are quite simple in the most basic form, but as you want the object more animated, it becomes more complex. Animating animals to act like the animal that you animated is quite simple as you do not know the actual thoughts of the animal. You just know the sounds that it make, the basic way their body is structured, and briefly what the animal acts like."

Harry was listening intently, everyone of his battle animals needed to be given a verbal order, but in Dumbledore and Voldemort's battle, Dumbledore's animals and objects needed no words to be said. It merely did as the caster wanted.

"Now all you need..."

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The rest of the lesson was interesting but Harry was more interested about the animagus lesson that he was going to have. He wondered what his animal would be.

"Now animagus training itself isn't as hard as people make it out to be. Of course it is hard, but the level of difficulty is very over exaggerated. Do you remember how many people are registered animagus'?" Mcgonagall asked, even Krum seemed to perk up at this part of the lesson.

"Around 10 to 15 I believe." Harry said.

"Close enough, do you also happen to know the estimate of people actually being an animagus in Great Britain alone?" McGonagall asked.

Harry shook his head.

"It is estimated that around 300 wizard and witches are unregistered animagi, give or take a few. Now what does that tell you?" McGonagall asked.

"That wherever is the replacement for Azkaban better have more cells for them." Harry said bringing a chuckle from Krum.

McGonagall was not amused so Harry continued, "It means that only a handful of people are honest and stupid enough to give away their secret animagus form."

"Correct Mr. Potter, most obviously believe that their hidden talent would be most useful remaining hidden. Now it isn't the common public that is believed to be actual animagi, people that are Aurors, Unspeakables, Death Eaters, and Hit Wizards are the ones actually believed to be harboring second forms. Now the Ministry Departments allow Aurors, Hit Wizards, and Unspeakables their right of privacy if they have their secret form or not, considering it may very well save their life in their field."

"What do Unspeakables actually do?"

"Well, no one truly knows. It's mostly speculation, but the most plausible rumors are they research more of the dangerous and unstable magics in the world. However I'm not one to base anything on rumors."

"Oh, so yeah being an animagus isn't uncommon then." Harry stated bluntly.

"Yes, like I said before, the actual art isn't hard. It takes a long time, mostly because the people that trains in the art, trains in secret and without supervision. The animagus ability in itself lies within every magical being, but it was only discovered about by us Europeans a few centuries ago.

The actual art was known amongst the Native American magical beings, which they called Shamans, for millenniums. Even with such a wide range of the abilities existence, it was only recently improvements to learning the art had been applied.

The uses of potions and aura enhancing charms can easily help a person get through some of the more rough parts of the training. Before when I learned it, it took at least a decade of studying, but it seems that within a year of dedicated study, the art can be mastered." McGonagall said.

"So I'll learn how to become my other form within a year?" Harry asked.

"Oh no, what I meant was to train alone and without supervision. You Mr. Potter will be fortunate enough for two animagi to teach you the art. I can't exactly say when you will learn it, but with dedication it should be under a year."

"Wow..." Harry said.

"Well yes, now first things first, we must find what animal you are. Every animal is interwined with a person's soul."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

Victor answered, "The animal is what best represents your character. Mine is a shark, because I am aggressive and ambitious for what I want. I might have said that I broke things off with Hermione on good terms, but I did struggle till the very last." Victor smiled somewhat painfully.

"I heard that a soul doesn't define a person's characteristics, it's a person's experience that makes them who they are." Harry said.

"Yes that is true, but the experiences make an impression upon the soul. The soul holds a record of the characteristics of the person, which is why even when a person has amnesia or is obliviated the person still retains the same characteristics. Of course without having memories of people, they do not know who to trust so they may be wary of everyone, but an overall kind person will still be kind even without memories. It is true all souls at first are the same, but they mold to each person from their experiences." McGonagall said.

"So how do we do this?" Harry asked.

"Like this-," McGonagall shot a spell at Harry who fumbled to bring his wand for a defensive spell. A shield was produced but the spell just passed through.

Harry's mind was hazy. He couldn't focus on his surrounding, not that his surrounding was much to focus on. Everything around Harry was foggy. Harry didn't know what to do, Harry briefly wondered if death would be as peaceful as Harry's surrounding now.

Suddenly the fog was gone and a wood land surrounding overtook the foggy atmosphere. In front of Harry was... a ferret? Harry almost cried with the indignity of it all. Of all the animals in the world he was a ferret... He was a white ferret with a pink nose also, the same exact animal that Moody transfigured Malfoy into. It was almost as if the deities were mocking his taunting of Malfoy.

The ferret looked towards Harry and charged. Harry was shocked at the advancing animal 1/10th his size. The ferret jumped at Harry and Harry put up a half hearted effort to catch the ferret. The ferret jumped through his arms and went through Harry's chest. Harry felt like he ate something bad and was about to throw up.

The feeling was gone, but so was the forest surrounding. Harry was now falling.

He was falling through and endless sky, with no ground in sight. Harry was falling fast as he was on a firebolt, faster actually.

Harry looked around and noticed that a griffin was flying/falling beside him. The griffin was beautiful, with the front of a golden eagle and hind quarter of a lion. Then the griffin looked at Harry and flew towards him.

Harry put his hands in front of his body to hopefully block the advancing mythical beast.

The griffin just flew through Harry scaring the hell out of him. As Harry turned around to see where the griffin went it disappeared.

In its place was a dragon, a Hungarian Horntail to be exact. The dragon also flew towards Harry. Now this was a much more fearsome sight then having a griffin fly towards Harry. One, the dragon was about 20 times bigger then the griffin and... well that just about covered the reasons Harry needed for being frightened of the advancing dragon.

Harry blanked out as the dragon hit him.

"Harry, wake up. Harry, god damn it wake up!" A voice shouted into Harry's sensitive ears.

Harry bolted upright from the shout to his ear.

"What the hell!" Harry shouted to the person who woke him up.

"Sorry Harry tried to wake you up for 5 minutes now." Victor shrugged not looking too sorry.

"Alright... What happened?" Harry asked.

"You tell us, you were standing just standing there for 5 minutes before you collapsed. Your animal must be enormous or incredibly powerful to do that. I remember when my shark form attacked me, I felt drowsy but I stayed conscious." Victor said, while McGonagall nodded from Harry's left side.

"Yeah... Umm... I have three forms... That's not normal right?" Harry said to the shocked and disbelieving faces of Victor Krum and Minerva McGonagall.

"Three forms you say?" McGonagall said faintly.

"I guess from your reactions it isn't, just great... another thing that makes me out of the ordinary." Harry said quietly.

"Well this will certainly make your lessons different..." Victor said.

"Wait, wait... I thought you all said the animal will be what my soul best fits it or something... How the hell do I have 3 forms?" Harry nearly shouted.

"Mr. Potter, you should be glad that we had the wisdom to cast a privacy ward around this classroom, otherwise you would have given away you edge to the entire castle." McGonagall said disapprovingly, which Harry looked somewhat ashamed at his outburst.

"I must speak to Headmaster about this..." McGonagall said as she walked towards the fireplace located in her private office.

Minutes later McGonagall entered with Dumbledore trailing behind her. (Holy shit these long names are so fucking annoying to keep retyping!)

"Mr. Potter, Professor McGonagall told me about your rather unusual circumstance." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"How can you be so calm about this?" Harry asked truly wondering about the Headmaster's sanity. "You couldn't have possibly expected this, right?"

"Well I did slightly believe that you might have 2 forms. It was a very vague and fleeting belief, but in the corner of my mind it was there. However even I would not have expected 3." Dumbledore admitted.

"Professors, if you could give Mr. Potter and me some privacy?" The two professors nodded and went to the transfiguration teacher's office.

"Now Harry... Do you understand how a person's characteristics chose what animal a person gets?" Harry nodded. "Well, you are a special case. A person's experience forms their actual character, and because of your... foreign experiences I guess that is how you received a second form. However the third, I do not truly know..." Dumbledore looked thoughtful. "What were your forms Harry?"

"It's a griffin, dragon, and... a ferret." Harry blushed.

"Do not be ashamed of your animal forms; never be ashamed of what you are. Now I understand... The griffin is a mythical creature that has the combined form of an eagle and a lion. Both which are considered the kings of their respected territories. It is a creature that radiates leadership and authority. The animal is also a fierce protector and loyal to whomever earns their trust, and is also a very proud beast.

The dragon is also a fierce protector of its own, as you know from your personal experience of the rather spiteful dragon you met in the first task. It defended its children with dangerous vigor. The dragon is also quite temperamental creature, especially when one of its own is harmed. They go to extreme lengths to get revenge..." Dumbledore looked sad.

"Now a ferret..." Dumbledore seemed to try and hold in a laugh, failing miserably. Harry was blushing once again. "Well my vague association with ferrets led me to believe that they are very curious creatures. They are also very close with its fellow friends and family that are ferrets. They have a close bond with them and are very loyal.

The griffin is the part of you that is the leader. I know you portray this animal nicely as you have showed with the DA. You are also very loyal and kind to your friends. Now the dragon, I believe that is the foreign form that is brought to you by Tom's memories. Well the dragon is a most proud creature, which holds its family in the highest esteem. Anyone that harms or mocks its family feels the spite of the creature. As I said before, it is quite temperamental and goes to extreme lengths to get revenge on those that harm it and its family..." Dumbledore's eyes took a distant glaze.

"Well yes, now I believe the ferret is the part of you that still wants to remain a child. While the griffin is the part of you that realizes his duty and will lead others, the ferret is the one that wants to just be carefree and playful, to just enjoy time with his friend and family... While Tom's memories are foreign and still not intertwined with your memories, defining your character, the ferret and the griffin shows that the responsible part of you and the more childish part of you are clashing. Instead of the two combining to define who you are, they are trying to overrule the other." Dumbledore said.

"Wouldn't anyone with split personality have the same 'gift' as me?" Harry said.

"No, as I said before you are a special case. I don't not truly know for what reason your three different personalities are clashing to inhabit you souls, usually the three differences should find a compromise to make one soul with a bit of each properties. Hmm... Harry, Harry." Dumbledore chuckled. "You are the enigma for every law of magic I know."

Harry smiled a bit. "Would my souls being different affect me in any way?"

"No, I don't think it should be a problem, even though your souls are conflicting with each other your power seems to be whole."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that my soul carries my power?" Harry said.

"Of course Harry, do you not remember what happened at Tom's father's house?" Dumbledore said.

"Yes... he resurrected... with his father's bones, my blood, and Wormtail's flesh. What's the point?"

"Harry, there are three elements that allow a person to do magic: their soul, their blood, and their emotions. Well, in actuality their emotions aren't as important as the other two; it really just allows how you use the magic. So it's actually, only the soul and blood really matters.

The soul of a person is the source of their magic, their power. The blood of a person is the channeling of the magic from the soul. The blood merely brings the power from the soul to the body. The more efficient the blood the more power goes from the soul to the body. However if the efficiency is low the power 'leaks' into the surrounding rather then to the body. The blood's efficiency is called 'potency.' The higher the potency, the more efficient the power is filtered to the person, and the person alone.

Now it isn't just our soul or just our blood that defines how powerful we are. The soul can carry an enormous amount of magic, however if the blood isn't potent enough to allow good access, the power will be left mostly unusable.

Now as long as a certain level of potency is reached, magic can be done. If the blood is not potent enough for a person to use magic at their whim then they are considered muggles or squibs, depending on their heritage.

A soul carries a set limited amount of magic, which it seems to replenish from its surroundings. Even I do not fully understand why. Magic is a confusing thing, where not even I would be brave enough to say that I know everything about magic. I do not think anyone does or will in the near future.

The soul carries a constant amount of magic, but with maturity, the blood's ability to tap into the magic without wasting it increases. That is what puberty actually does; during puberty the blood's potency increase. It also seems that the potency increase is relatively constant.

If you have high potency increase one year, then the rest of your puberty will have high increase of your blood's potency. For the most part, puberty goes from when a person is around 5 to there late 20's or so. However the incredibly dramatic changes happen only in the teens to early 20's.

That is also how muggleborns come into existence, they already have the power, but on those rare occasions their blood will be potent enough to tap the magic in the person soul. That is also why we have the age line to come to magical schools so late. Instead of learning magic in what would be 1st grade in primary school, we delay the date in hopes of the majority of those that have their potency high enough to perform magic to arise.

There are some that develop it a year or two too late, usually muggleborns, so they go to smaller, more private magical institutes that help the late bloomers to adjust into the world. To not make them feel left behind in class, after they are ready they can stay at the private institute or they can transfer to a magical schooling.

However most of the late bloomers don't transfer the more well known schools, like Hogwarts. Hogwarts is quite adamant about accepting transfers but it seems that not many want to come here, after having adjusted to their schools already.

Now where was I? Oh yes, now there are also people with relatively low power, but with high potency in their blood to tap into their powers. They aren't actually powerful in terms of magic but because of their blood, they can grasp low to medium level magic very easily. That I believe is like your friend Ms. Granger.

Then there are high power and high potency people that can easily master magic. Quite like your father and mother, they were incredibly brilliant in Charm and Transfiguration. If they were alive now..." Dumbledore once again looked distant. "I'm sure they could easily surpass Professor Flitwick and McGonagall in their respective subjects.

You yourself have an incredibly amount of power locked away in your soul and I also believe that you have an incredibly high potency blood rate as of now." Dumbledore looked fondly at Harry, who looked at Dumbledore questionably.

"So if Voldemort has my blood, how is it so much stronger then me? He should have the same 'potency' as I do."

"Alas Harry, as I said before the soul also plays a part in the role not just the blood. Also it is because of the dark rituals that he must have done for a year after his resurrection. Do you not remember how you told me you had a duel with Tom after his resurrection? You told me a golden dome surrounded and a golden line connected between you and Tom's wand.

As I found out that is a brother wand's connection but that was also what the ancients labeled 'The Battle of Will and Power.' It tests your mind and power against your opponent and the fact that you made the ball of golden light go to Tom's wand shows that you were in fact superior against Voldemort will and power wise. It was just your limited magic that prevented you from doing anything.

And now that he performed Dark Rituals I suspect that he increased the rate at which your puberty was supposed to come about. I'm not sure by how much or where he is in terms of age puberty-wise, but I am confident that he accelerated it."

"So should I perform the ritual too?" Harry asked.

"No! Harry never should you do something to artificially increase your power. Almost all such tactics have dire side-effects. Affecting the mind's judgement is a most common outcome. I remember Tom from school, at his early years at Hogwarts he was a shy child. Brilliant, cunning, but very shy.

He had a boyish charm which enchanted many yet also brought a lot of hate and spite for his vulnerable attitude. It was sad to find him become so hateful and vengeful in his later year. I suspect it was because he found the Chamber of Secrets. The room must have had a lot of books that would have had recordings for Dark Rituals. I suspect that he did some during his 5th year or so, it was about that time his father and family were murdered and the terror started in the school." Dumbledore shook his head in sorrow. There were a couple of minutes of silence when Dumbledore straightened up.

"Well as I said before the soul seems to be divided into threes to help develop your three different animagus forms. However you are still of the whole soul so your power should also be whole."

"You said something about emotions. If the blood accesses the magic, why would emotions help increase the power behind spells?" Harry asked trying to divert the attention from Riddle.

"It is because even though the blood is what channels the magic from the soul to the body, the mind is what commands the use of the magic. If you didn't know, magic from the soul goes into much more then just spells. It is divided into many tasks in the body. Magic being used to increase the health of body is just one example.

Now the bodily supervision by magic is called "life magic." It isn't needed to sustain life, or else muggles wouldn't exist, but it is one of the reasons why wizards and witches live so much longer then muggles. Because of out magic, we heal our organs, bones, and tissues much more easily then muggles.

Life magic is the top priority of the mind no matter what the case is for a person. Now however in very emotional cases, a person can use the magic that is divided into the rest of the body for spell purposes. So the overall percentage of the magic is the same, but the person's uses of it are different."

"Oh... so a person's life magic is drained when a person is emotional and fires spells?" Harry asked.

"No, no, Harry. As I said 'Life Magic' is only a few of what the natural magic from your body is divided upon. 'Life Magic' is only magic that has to do with the health of the body. Blood is constantly channeling magic into the body, at such a rate that many researchers often mistake the source of magic to be the blood itself. When in actuality the blood has a net amount of magic always bring forth the magic from the soul and dividing it to the body.

The mind divides the magic brought forth from the blood to do many different things. As I have said using spells are not the only uses of magic. Magic can go into the muscles of a wizard. The more powerful a person is the more his magic substitutes the actual muscle mass needed for the same amount of strength.

Do you know why when a person is extremely emotional their aura seems to increase?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry shook his head.

"It is because the emotion clouds the mind. The mind is what controls the use of magic and when a person is overly emotional the mind doesn't make efficient use of the magic. So the unused magic goes into a person's aura. A person's aura is actually pure magic that is 'leaking' from a person. So that is why you should not let emotions get the better of you Harry. Not only does it cloud your mind from thinking rationally, it also makes you cloud your mind and make you waste precious magical energy.

Now with time a person can fully utilize to control their aura, for better or for worse. I can honestly say that I can bend my aura level to my own whims. I can project a great aura even when I am not truly emotional, just to bring attention to myself when chaos ensues. Or even when I am emotional, for the most part, I can control my aura to a minimum. I believe that Ms. Delacour has already learned how to manipulate her 'veela charm,' which is actually a blend of her aura and emotional magic."

"Oh..."

"So do you understand what only experience and age can give a person? Only with time can a person fully control their magic. Only with time are they the masters of their magic, not them being the slaves of it." Dumbledore said, and he looked alarmed. He looked at his pocket watch with the planets and let out a jolly laugh.

"Dear me, I've spent too much of your time, you have training with 'Hagrid' in a few minutes. Now Harry... I'm asking you to continue the DA. I truly think it would be wise to continue this lesson. After you change the name..." Dumbledore chuckled.

"So Harry, would you continue the club of yours? Your club was incredibly valiable allowing everyone in your club to get either an O or an incredibly high E. I am unfortunate to say that the rest of the 5th years managed to all fail the course with one or two getting off with a low E."

"Alright, but I'm in charge with no supervision. I teach what I want to teach, and I'm guessing that the morning lessons would need to be changed, seeing as how the RoR would be easily known and I don't think it would be wise to let anyone walk in on my lessons." Harry said.

"Marvelous, now expansion is in order for your club?" Dumbledore asked.

"Of course, but I make the cuts. This won't be some all-who-wants-to-join club. If they complain, I'll have your backing on this?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore nodded. "But do try to get over house rivalries Harry. This is a time needed for unity."

"All right, since this is a legal club, I'll have to arrange a time for the students to meet. I'll arrange it after seeing what the best time would be for all houses. May I ask you something Headmaster?" Harry said.

"Of course, you just-," Dumbledore stopped after seeing Harry's withering gaze. "Well Harry, I can see your impatience-," Dumbledore chuckled, "what is your question?"

"If the soul carries the magic, how is it that when I create clones I can put magic in them. I'm not putting parts of my soul in the temporary clones am I?" Harry asked with a bit of fear.

"Ah Harry, call up one of your clones with magic if you please." Harry did.

Dumbledore raised his wands and severed the clone in half. Harry looked a bit disgusted at seeing his own body split in half but saw that there was no blood at all.

"Hmm... ah so it's this form of cloning spell. You see Harry there are many varieties of spells that are similar to what you just did. Yours in fact makes a sort of golem. A golem made of flesh and organs, but absolutely no blood or soul. It merely has flesh, well so this is merely an object that can move, which is actually advantageous... It is great for confusion in a fight and to show your superior magical abilities.

Now to your question, normally your magic exits out of your wand, however your clone is actually a crude wand. You give the clone magic over a distance and it casts the spells that you wanted. This is both and advantage and disadvantage. The advantage is that you do not need to have your clone by you cast magic however the disadvantage is also that magic 'leaks' Harry. The farther your clone is the more magic that leaks into the air instead of into your clone." Dumbledore said wisely.

Harry nodded at the explanation and felt very small all of a sudden compared to the wealth of wisdom and knowledge that was Dumbledore. Even if the old man was sometimes very stupid in life, Harry had to begrudgingly admit the man's intellect in terms of magic.

"Now we must do something about your conflicting souls, I'll see what I can do Harry. Remember Harry your magic is not limited to spells, it works for you muscle also, don't forget. Now I believe that you should hurry off to Hagrids."

Harry rushed to Hagrid's cabin. He hadn't really had a chance to talk with Hagrid, only to briefly say some greetings at CoMC. This would be the first time he could really speak with him.

"Hello?" Harry said as he knocked on Hagrid's door.

Harry heard scratching at the other side. The door opened allowing a dog to jump at Harry.

"Down Fangs! Down! Harry, is that you? Good to see you Harry! Come in, come in!" Hagrid said joyfully.

Harry went into the shack happy to see his first friend once again.

"Hi Hagrid! What are you up to nowadays?" Harry asked cheerfully.

"Nothing much, Gwarp's a bit better now. No bruises, see?" Harry nodded at Hagrid's statement. "The centaurs are still iffy about last year's event with you and that toad. I say stuff those star gazers. If they were so smart, they would have seen that what you did was for the best and let bygones be bygones." Hagrid said angrily.

Harry smiled at Hagrid's support, and smiled. Hagrid always stuck by him and Harry truly felt grateful for that.

"Well it's almost time for your lessons to start. I don't think this is a great idea, personally I think it's a horrible idea. But I guess Dumbledore knows what he's doing, great man that Dumbledore." Hagrid sighed as he got up. Harry did too expecting that he was being taken to the training ground.

Hagrid led himself out of the cabin and into the forbidden forest. Hagrid carried a lamp that gave minimal lighting to the surroundings. Harry rather used his night-vision to see his surroundings. A few animals scattered from the area. They walked for a few minutes before Hagrid stopped. Harry stepped around Hagrid and was deeply surprised at what he found.

In a clearing was a large cabin. It was out of wood, and looked dearly out of place in the middle of the forbidden forest. Hagrid walked up to the cabin and Harry followed suit. He knocked on the door and the door opened.

The person that opened the door was a pale man, with blond hair, silver eyes, and clothes that would rival Malfoys. He actually looked very much like the Malfoys, could be a distant cousin. He stepped aside to let Harry in, while Hagrid gave a curt nod at the man before leaving. Harry entered the place and noticed how comfy the inside of the cabins looked.

The immediate entrance had a living room, and a door leading to somewhere. There was also a staircase that led to the upstairs. The man closed the door behind him and told him to sit on one of the chairs in the living room.

"My name is Richard Validus III. It is nice to finally meet you." The man said smoothly.

"I am Harry Potter." Harry said shortly, feeling foolish at having to introduce himself.

The man nodded and clapped his hands and his face once so calm took on an excited look. "Well Mr. Potter, you know why you are here, do you not?" Richard said.

Harry nodded while answer, "To learn physical combat."

The man nodded, "And did your Headmaster give you any information other then the fact that you were to train for physical combat? Any added information?" Richard asked.

"No." Harry said.

"Well, might as well come to the point with you, I, Mr. Potter, am a vampire." Richard said.

Harry's eyebrows rose slightly. "Well, Mr. Validus, I have a secret also. I am a wizard." Harry said dramatically, as if telling some deep dark secret.

Richard chuckled. "Why is it that you are not screaming in terror like the majority of your world does when they find out who I am?"

"Because I am not as prejudice as the rest of the public. At least I hope to God I'm not as stupid as the rest of the public. The public believes that vampires, werewolves, giants, and other sentient beings are evil and whatnot. Let me tell you, I have someone close enough to be my uncle that is a werewolf. The person that just brought me here is my first real friend, and half giant. And I find that the people I trust most amongst the wizarding world are those two, the two that are supposed to be 'evil.' Also the Headmaster seems to trust you, and while I think he's slightly cracked, I find it hard to believe that he will go out of his way to harm me."

Richard nodded, "Well glad to see that you are so open minded. Well I also have another surprise, I am not alone. Elizabeth, do come down and greet out guest."

Harry looked around and noticed a female descending from above. She had black hair, and silver eyes, and was wearing clothes that seemed to radiate fashion and wealth. She walked over to the two males and sat down on an empty chair.

"This is Elizabeth O'Riley. I sired her a few decades back. She is my daughter, I guess you can say." Richard said.

Harry looked over at Elizabeth, who returned the stare with disinterest. She was gorgeous; there was no doubt about that. Even though she was beautiful physically, her beauty lied more on her attitude, then her appearance. She gave off an appearance of controlled power. The grace and power you would expect from a leopard or a tiger.

"Pleasure to meet you." Harry said respectfully.

"I'm sure." She said casually.

Harry grinned at her cockiness, he had to admit she was stunning, but it wasn't as if he didn't seen better. "So Mr. Validus, how is the lesson going to progress?"

"Well, we will divide the time between weapon-less fighting, weapons fighting, and guns." Richard said.

"Guns?" Harry asked with curiosity.

"Of course, knowing how to use a gun can greatly differ a battle to your favor." Richard said.

Harry nodded and looked at him expectantly. Richard got up as did his sired. Harry followed suit and followed the pair of vampires to the previously closed door. He entered what looked like a sparing room.

Richard spoke. "Even before I was turned, I held an unmatched interest in weapons. Of course being that I was born in the 13th century, the wizarding world used swords and such more often then it is used now. I personally think that sword fighting and arrow shooting is slightly overdue.

Now that there are guns, weapons such as those are incredibly outdated. But I'll train you in the basics of sword fighting as I know proper dueling allows the uses of swords. I'll also help you use those daggers that are on you belt." Harry looked surprised but remembered that his robes were open allowing anyone to see his daggers.

"Of course, hand to hand combat is a must. You can't hope to always have your wand or your daggers. You must know how to fight, at least in the basics. The best part of this is you will be taught how to use a gun. Now don't just think that you have to point and shoot. No, it is more than just that."

Richard walked off to the side and told Harry that he will spar with Elizabeth. Richard told Harry that he wanted to see how much work he would need. Richard said that Harry was only allowed to use his body, not his wands, not his daggers, and no wand less magic.

Harry took off his cloak, daggers, and wands setting them aside. Harry then walked to the middle of the sparring room, where Elizabeth was already waiting impatiently. Harry looked at her and could just tell by her facial expression that she though it was a waste of her time.

The match was over before Richard even finished his affirmation to start. Harry was on his back supporting three bruises to his chest and a bruise to his face. Richard chuckled and told Harry that he was going to need a lot of work.

"Mr. Potter if you keep this up, Voldemort will have already taken over the wizarding world before you even grasp the basics. You aren't even landing one attack on Elizabeth." Richard said.

"She's too damn fast!" Harry exclaimed.

"Of course she is Mr. Potter. Vampires have increased speed, strength, and reflex. Just about anything that is physical we are superior to you." Richard said.

"Then what is this training supposed to do?" Harry asked irritated.

"Do you not understand vampire physiology? Do you not know why we are physically superior to regular humans?"

Harry shook his head.

"Mr. Potter, do you understand where magic comes from?"

Harry nodded having just had the lecture from Dumbledore.

"Then you understand that the soul carries the magic and the blood just transmits it to the body?" Harry nodded.

"Contrary to what muggle horror movies will have you believe, vampires have a soul. Vampires are actually a bit like ghosts and poltergeists in that prospective. They both have their souls that refuse to leave this world, and our souls refuse to leave this world. The only difference is the fact that our souls still resides within a solid form, although it is by all mean dead.

That is the main problem, even though our soul is still here my body has actually died. That means that we have no way of producing fresh blood as our heart has officially stopped pumping. Also because our body has died, meaning that our body can't compose itself naturally, we rely a 100 percent on magic.

Do you now understand why vampires have to feed on blood now?" Richard answered his own question. "It is because we have the power within our soul, but we can't access it on our own. We need to take a bit of blood from others to get power from our soul. Now vampires don't actually have to kill others to keep themselves alive, no we just need a sufficient amount of live blood, blood that would allow us to access our power, our magic.

The very magic that is used to fuel our muscles, organs, and tissues. The very magic that goes solely into our organs, making them stronger then natural. Anyone that can do magic can also manipulate their magic. That mean anyone with enough knowledge about their magic would be able to increase their strength just by the use of their magic. Do you understand now, what I am trying to teach you? Of course hand to hand combat techniques and sword training are important, but the real fundamental behind this lesson is to get you to be able to fully manipulate your magic to your very whim." Richard finished.

Harry nodded in understand. "How am I supposed to actually put magic within my muscles instead of using it for spells?"

"The same way you learn to shoot magic out of your precious little sticks. With training of course. Mr. Potter, have you ever just pushed your magic out in the purest form. To force a person back without conjuring banishing spells?" Richard asked.

Harry nodded.

"Good then you understand how to push magic around; the next step will be to push magic into your muscles instead of pushing it out of your body. Actually the rest of your lessons, except for gun training will be spent teaching you how to master the art. Until you at least master the basics of this, the lesson will be inadequate and useless."

Harry spent the next hour doing incredibly foolish looking exercises. The latest one being one of the weirdest.

"Mr. Potter, push against it, not with your body but with your magic." Richard said to Harry, who was trying to push a boulder 3 times his size.

"This is hopeless!" Harry said.

Elizabeth snorted at Harry, which made him more aggravated. He ended up shooting a burst of pure magic against the boulder, sending it flying 20 feet. Not very far, but considering that the boulder weighed 5 times Harry's weight, it was something.

"Don't you see? Magic is powerful! You must put that power within your muscle, instead of throwing it around like a toy!"

An hour later, Harry managed to budge the boulder, but that was about it. Richard patted Harry on the back while Elizabeth merely stuck her nose up in aggravation at his incompetence. "Do not worry Mr. Potter, it is hard to change the habit of our bodies, even I have a hard time doing advanced wizard magic like I did before I was turned. However it is possible to control our magic, so do not give up hope."

The next hour was spent with training in the use of guns. He first went into the pistols. So far his favorite was the duel berretta at least that is what Richard told his the name was. He liked the double guns, but he couldn't shoot shit with it. He then tried the Glock and it was okay. He then went to the Desert Eagle, but didn't like how there were only 7 bullets.

So he had to go with the .45 USP. It was a plain pistol with a decent bullet load. Harry mainly liked the gun because of its silencing feature.

The main problems with the pistols were the kickback. Harry's first shot usually hit the mark, but when in rapid fire, his second and third hit nowhere near the mark. Harry stuck with the USP, and they next went to the sub machine guns.

Harry's favorite SMG was the MAC-10, only because the gun was easy to reload, and only required one hand to fire with. Unfortunately, the kickback was extremely powerful when using one hand, so Harry's aim only suffered.

Richard told him that his aim should increase with time, and after Harry's strength increased. Richard told Harry that they would go into rifles and sniper rifles much later, seeing as Harry most likely wouldn't be able to carry them in at a constant time without attracting too much attention. Harry told him that he could shrink them and enlarge them when he needed it, but Richard told him that wasn't wise.

Shrinking and enlarging the guns, which had so many different components attached together, would make it hard. Also the fact that it was metal made it only more complicating. He told Harry that he would be better off just carrying a pistol around, but not to rely on it too much.

The only thing good about having a gun was that it didn't require saying an incantation to do anything. Just point and click, no one could outdraw a gun compared to a wand. But after the element of surprise, even the most mediocre physical shielding spells would deflect the bullets. It was only in the first 2 or 3 seconds that Harry would be able to kill a wizard with ease, the rest would be useless.

The rest of the lesson was spent on familiarizing Harry with his chosen weapons. Richard than gave Harry a .45 USP and two extra clips.

"I don't expect you to think the weapon you hold can be fired for fun. Only use it for emergency purposes Mr. Potter. I also trust that you will keep this weapon as secret as possible, the element of surprise is the best advantage in any situation." Richard said as Harry exited the training room.

"Thank you for helping Mr. Validus and Ms. O'Riley. I will see you next week then." Harry nodded at the two and exited the cabin.

Outside was a shifty Hagrid walking towards the cabin with a crossbow and a lamp.

"Harry! You should have waited inside the cabin until I came and got ya." Hagrid said.

"Sorry Hagrid, I'll be sure to do that next time." Harry said as the two went back to the castle. Hagrid walked Harry up to the front doors and went back to his cabin with a wave goodbye.

Harry walked up the stairs to Gryffindor's Tower. The walk was long and forbidding. Harry never noticed how spooky the castle was at 10 at night, with not a trace of noise from students around. It might have been the fact that Harry felt naked, having usually been under the cover of an invisibility cloak after hours, but Harry felt vulnerable.

Harry finally made it to the Fat Lady's painting, who was talking to another portrait. The Fat Lady looked down at Harry.

"Back from detention dear? Well hurry up and give me the password." The Fat Lady said.

"Courage and Valor." Harry said.

The painting opened allowing Harry access to the Gryffindor Common Room. There were only a lingering number of students still in the Common Room. Most were goofing around, but the one person that caught his interest was the new exchange student.

The very same person that lied to him about her identity. After the Healing Club, Harry vowed to watch out for her Dora McBlack. And Harry didn't have to look hard to find the girl, she happened to be in every one of his classes.

So that meant that she was incredibly smart, and she was in hiding. Harry couldn't tell what was so strange about her. He knew that she was lying about her identity, but something just seemed odd about her. He couldn't remember her from anywhere. He was sure he'd remember such a person.

Her muddy red hair stood out from the Weasley's fiery red hair, and her eyes were a mix between Dumbledore's twinkling sapphire eyes, and his mother's bright emerald eyes. Her frame was petite and still muscular, she seemed like an athlete. She was maybe a gymnast or a seeker from her supposedly previous school.

She was sitting at the corner of the Common Room reading a book. Harry sat on one of the comfy chairs in the Common Room and watched her for a while. She must have felt his gaze because she looked up from her book and into Harry's eyes.

Dora met his gaze and Harry looked down first. There was something about her attitude, her spunk that reminded him of someone... Harry already tried the Marauder's Map to find out who she was, but her name was placed on the map like the rest of the school's. Harry never let the map out of his site and figuring that it saw through animagus and polyjuice potions it must have been powerful.

Harry didn't how the map was faked, but he knew that Dora McBlack was not the girl's real name. That only worried Harry more; another thing that Harry relied on for the truth was proven fallible. Harry guessed that only Dumbledore and Voldemort could tamper with the map because just about no one else that knew of the map would be smart enough to do it. But how could either of them get their hands on the map, he had it within his position for the whole time at Hogwarts. And there was no way that an intruder could break into his trunk without Harry knowing about, at least Harry hoped not.

(September 10, Friday)

Harry stepped into the showers after a annoying as hell training session with Moody. For the past week nothing new was introduced to Harry in terms of spells so Harry had to opt with learning mediocre spells from books. Harry loved the duels but he enjoyed learning complex spells just as much. Harry wanted to wield the weapons that a war torn Auror did and more.

Harry finished with the shower and got dressed. He went to the Great Hall for breakfast. He sat down next to Neville and started talking to him. Neville was more confident now. After the Ministry event last year, his friends and family looked towards Neville with more respect. Harry did too, Neville proved his valor in Harry's eyes.

He stood by Harry's side against the deatheaters and was the last of his friends to go down. Harry felt bad for ignoring Neville in the past and made sure not to this year. He studied together with Neville for Herbology and Potions. Harry got a lot of help from Neville in Herbology and both Harry and Neville needed a lot of help in Potions.

Actually the only thing Neville had trouble with was the practical application needed in Potions. Theory-wise he was one of the best Harry knew, probably had to do with the fact that a lot of the ingredients used in potions were from Herbology.

Harry's grades were rising at a phenomenal rate, at least according to Remus who said Harry's improvement was the talk of the staff's meeting, along with Neville's. They were 4th and 6th of their class and were in the top 10's in their O.W.L. scoring.

"So what's up Neville." Harry asked after swallowing some omelet.

"Well... I'm going to-," Neville was practically squirming in his seat, "I'm going to ask- Susan out to the dance." Neville mumbled and blushed bright red.

Harry chuckled inwardly, no matter how much Neville changed he would still be Neville. He himself got 5 requests to the ball so far; he turned them all down telling them that he planned to go stag. It didn't hurt any feelings and Harry didn't want to worry about the ball right now. "Good for you, I'll root for you mate. But you should actually ask her out to Hogsmeade first, you know? To get to know her better, the ball is in December and the next Hogsmeade trip is in about 2 weeks. Thanks god that Acting-Minister stationed more Aurors at Hogsmeade allowing the Hogsmeades trip to increase." Harry said.

"Yeah, you're probably right; it is a bit too early." Neville agreed.

"Yeah the DA's on. I'm going to hold it this Sunday at 3pm. You still got your coin?" Harry asked.

Neville nodded proudly displaying his fake galleon.

"Good." Harry smiled warmly. "We lost a lot of people last year, so we'll have to recruit some more people. Look for some new members, and I'll raise a discussion about who should join or not on Sunday, Okay?" Harry asked.

Neville nodded.

Harry looked to his right and saw Hermione. "Oh great that's Hermione, got to make the final plans for the DA, talk to ya' later Neville. And good luck." Harry said to Neville as he walked to Hermione.

He plopped down next to her, startling her. She knocked her pumpkin juice over and Harry quickly cast a cleaning charm.

"Thanks Harry." Hermione said.

"No problem Mione. Got those extra galleons and the jinx parchment set?" Harry asked.

Hermione nodded and went back to eating. Harry frowned at Hermione's attitude. She was still a bit angry over being shown up at breakfast last week, but it was getting better. She was at least talking to Harry now.

Harry had already eaten his fair share of food for breakfast so he had nothing to do. Harry brought out his bag and took out his assignments. He proof read his Potion's essay yet again. He was really not looking forward to Potions after Tuesday's abysmal performance in the class.

His potion was going fine until for some reason his potions exploded. Harry would bet anything that Malfoy had something to do with it but he had not proof. So his partner and him got deducted 10 points and got a fail each for the assignment. The only thing keeping his grade at the moment was his homework assignment and written test grades.

Harry gleefully remembered Snape's shock and anger at Harry beating even Malfoy on his last written test.

Harry's musing was cut short as a Snowy Owl much like Hedwig, but obviously not landed on his shoulder. The owl was obviously well trained as it patiently waited for Harry to take the letter from its right foot/claw.

Harry gave the owl some bacon, but it seemed that the owl was also spoilt as it looked at the bacon in disgust. Harry shrugged his shoulders, much to the annoyance of the owl, and took the letter. The owl then quickly flew off his shoulder and to the Teacher's Table. It landed on Fleur's shoulder and preened itself.

Fleur petted it and the owl then flew off. Harry looked down at his letter. His name was elegantly written on the front of his mail in nice fluent cursive.

Harry Potter

Dear Mr. Potter

I do not know if you remember me, but I am Gabriel Delacour. You saved me from the lake almost 2 years ago during the Tri-wizard Tournament. I thank you deeply for that and hope that my sister, Fleur Delacour, also relayed my thanks from her. I was also surprised at the fact that you gave me permission to write to you and I can say that I am honored.

I do hope to speak more with you soon,

Gabriel Delacour

Harry chuckled at the formality of the letter. She seemed so young back when he 'rescued' her from the lake and yet she spoke as if she was an adult. Must be the want to act mature, just about every kid wants to act older then they were. Harry pocketed the letter and looked at his watch. He groaned at finding that he had less then 10 minutes till Potions.

Harry entered the Potions class at a reluctant pace. The class was becoming more and more interesting, but the class was also becoming more and more unbearable. It seemed that Snape's hatred for him only increased with the level of difficulty of the potions they were learning.

To top it off after Friday's acting, Harry wasn't able to be present for the choosing of the year's partner. So Snape conveniently chose his new partner for him. That was how Harry found himself paired off with Blaise Zabini, resident Slytherin's Ice Queen and temperamental bitch.

"No, no Potter! Do you want us to fail, again! I can't believe your inexplicitly for the most basic level of potions!" Blaise was shouting into Harry's ears as he exited the potions classroom.

"The book said to put the lace wings after the flubberworm chopping!" Harry said.

"After you stir the potion 3 and a half times in the counter clockwise direction you nitwit!" Blaise said. "I can't believe I let you read the directions for the potion to me!"

"Okay! So I read it wrong sorry! It's not like the damn lighting in the dungeons let me read the damn book easier." Unfortunately the lighting was barely enough to not activate Harry's nightvision function. Harry found out how to turn it on and off during the night but not how to turn it on with the light.

"Good god! And you couldn't use your wand or something!" Blaise said.

"As if I could have without kicking me out of potions under the threat of me to blow his arse off or something!" Harry said.

"You are hopeless Potter." Blaise said shaking her head sadly.

"I wouldn't even take this stupid class if I didn't need it for my Auror entrance. Fat lot that did, I'm not even sure if I want to be an Auror." Harry said.

"Are you stupid or what? Potions are as important if not more then Transfiguration and Charms combined. Any job worth half a decent pay requires a NEWT in potions. I don't even have to go into job uses for potions to explain its importance. Potions of so many varieties go into the basics for home management! Just about any wizarding home you go to at least has a basic medic kit that has the fundamental headache potion, wound-cleaning potion, blood loss potion, stomach ache potion, a burn healing potion, and pepper-up potion. You may get them at a pharmacy but you shouldn't ever trust someone else's potions skills.

Then we can go into pest control. The doxicide potion to get rid of the doxies from infesting your home, the memory potion in case you need to have a sudden increase in memory capability for work and whatnot, Magical Mess Remover potion to help with stains and such, sleeping potions for sleeping problems, and some exocisism potion to help ward your walls from unwanted spirits. Well that's just the basics I know of, you can't use spells for everything! They lose their magical potential so quickly you'll have a monthly renewal of every spell for the house!" Blaise was ranting at a rate even Hermione would be proud.

After a few more minutes Harry decided to interrupt. "Okay, okay I understand Zabini. Potions are important, doesn't mean that I'll like the class with your greasy Head of House. Now I got to go to CoMC so see you later."

(Great Hall, September 10, Friday)

Harry walked into the Great Hall and was still amazed at how much work went into the Hall for every elective to take place. For the meals the regular tables were set going vertical the length of the hall with equal spacings apart. However for the Healing Arts class there were actual class tables for seating. The organization of the tables made themselves into an oval shape all being directed to the center of the oval. Therefore all the students would face the teachers that they surrounded.

The lesson itself went more slowly now. The reading picked up at a phenomenal rate but the actual spell castings went more slowly. It seemed that the lesson plans for the year was still a bit unstable, seeing how the teachers kept changing tactics. Harry couldn't blame them, it was the first year something like this was being done, and they just didn't know how much they could teach a bunch of students that didn't even take their NEWTs let alone some that didn't take OWLS yet for the subtle and challenging art that was Healing.

They had tests often and the homeworks they had were long but interesting. The only thing Harry didn't like about the lessons was the frequent appearance of Snape. It was bad enough that Harry had to see his greasy arse in Potions, but healing was also 70 percent potions so it was obvious that he'd come. The potions they learned were nowhere within the school's normal curriculum and Snape didn't seem to care. They chose the class they should deal with it.

The MD class however was completely different. It had no structure and no expectation. It merely gave the students a chance to practice their dueling and to show off in front of the school. Harry thought it was a waste of time. They didn't even go into spells or anything, it was merely a competition to introduce the class into dueling, something that Harry already had every morning.

Personally, Harry thought both of the electives had been rushed. Both classes would go by much faster if they kicked out the 4th and 5th years. They were mere hinderance and annoyance to the whole electives. If the class actually taught spells then they wouldn't be as aggravating, but they barely knew stunners let alone any advanced dueling techniques. Harry personally wanted to take this up with Krum, and today he planned to.

"Victor may I speak to you before this class starts?" Harry asked cheerfully.

"Of course Harry." Victor looked at Harry expectantly.

"Well I don't mean to be rude, but I think a reorganization is in order for the MD class. I have a few ideas on how it could be better, but I can honestly say that the duels could be expanded from just a one to one to a three against three and so fort. The class should also have more then one duel going on at the same time.

This class is practically going nowhere with about a 100 people with a fifth of them not knowing jack in spells. The other 4/5th of the class are dueling a match for 5 to 10 minute and with 5 minutes in between each duel for preparations and injuries. That's an average of about 16 to 30 people dueling every day. We can broaden this by put up 2 to 4 dueling platforms. We have the number of teachers needed."

Krum was looking thoughtful at Harry's suggestion.

"I will talk to the other teachers and see what they think about it." With that Krum walked off.

A few minutes later. "Hello and welcome. It has been brought to my attention that changes should be in order for this class. So I have taken the suggestion into account with the rest of the teachers and we have decided to indeed change this class around. We will increase the dueling participant's number.

Although one on one dueling is the standard, multiple number dueling is not unheard of. This will allow you to have teamwork and to get to know your fellow duelers better. Now you can't choose your teammates and for every duel it will be a different teammate, if you have teammates at all. As I said every duel will be different from the next. You can have a one on one at one duel, a three on three, a three on one, and etc. We may just for the hell of it even have a ten on ten. You do not have to accept but the door is always there for those who do not want to participate in the duel." Krum said with fever.

"Now a random name generator will choose the teams." Moody ruffed out.

Moony brought a box that sputtered a moment as soon as it was dropped on the floor. A mist came out from the box and formed letterings

Number: 1

Duel: Friendly

Type: 3 vs. 1

Team 1: Malfoy, Draco – Weasley, Ronald – Goyle, Gregory

Team 2: Potter, Harry

Number: 2

Duel: Friendly

Type: 2 vs. 2

Team 1: Longbottom, Neville – Zabini, Blaise

Team 2: Granger, Hermione – Parkinson, Pansy

Number: 3

Duel: Friendly

Type: 3 vs. 3

Team 1: Bones, Susan, Patil, Padma, Brown, Lavender

Team 2: Corner, Michael – Finnegan Seamus – Smith, Zacharias

Harry almost snorted in laughter. The duel was more then likely rigged, there was no way in hell such a coencedence that he was to have a one on three duel against the people that seemed to despise him the most, a pairing between a Griff and Slyth duel, and the former DA members, girls vs. boys duel.

Harry looked towards Moody who gave him a smirk and a wink. Now Harry knew without a doubt that the box was rigged.

Harry walked towards the platform with an evil smirk on his face. Harry wondered if he would need to go all out on this duel, probably not but he shouldn't underestimate his opponent.

One of Moony's more favored warnings to Harry was that he should always go into a fight expecting the other person to be a reincarnation of a deity that was very well fly and teleport anywhere and everywhere while shooting laser out of his eyes and arse. Harry had a kick out of the metaphor, but he meaning was clear. Never go easy on your opponent and always prepare for the worst.

Harry definitely didn't have to worry about an organized duel like he had against Moody, Moony, and Kingsley over the summer. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that Goyle was too stupid to make plans, Ron to stubborn to work with Malfoy, and Malfoy to arrogant to be anything less then leading this duel.

Harry and the three signed the dueling slip with an agreement to use Dark Arts. Ron looked hesitant to sign until Malfoy baited him.

"Scared Weasley?" Malfoy said.

"Not on your like Malfoy." Ron said and signed.

Harry sighed at Ron's gullibility and smirked at how easy Malfoy was able to wheel Ron in. Harry walked relatively near Malfoy.

"This is a lose-lose situation for you Malfoy." Harry muttered.

"How do you figure that Potty?" Malfoy taunted.

"Your vocabulary skill coincides well with your I.Q., but obviously if I lose people will say you can only beat me on an unfair duel, and if I win you'll never be able to live it down." Harry said smugly.

Malfoy growled and walked away.

Harry took his place on the other side of the dueling platform with only his wand out. Harry could see the 4 duelers putting up the shielding spells to protect the Hall and the audience from stray spells.

"To win, knock out all your opponents or get them to surrender! On my mark! Three, two, one!"

As expected the three charged in with no plan and no tactics what-so-ever. Ron started firing mediocre spells with Goyle following. There distance was too great as Harry dodged all the spells with ease. Their aim was relatively good, but the fact that they were almost at the other side of the great hall meant that Harry had a lot of time to dodge.

Malfoy surprisingly already knew this and didn't attack like an idiot. Harry used the timing he had wisely and performed what he dubbed the 'shotgun' spell. It seemed fitting after he saw the damage the shotgun did last Sunday. Harry conjured 21 snakes and ordered them to attack the other three.

They started aiming at the snakes so Harry did a spell he only recently learned.

"Abscondo Caliginosus!"

The end result was a rapidly developing fog from the tip of his wand. It soon covered the majority of the field because of the fact that Harry still had his triple 'shotgun' spell on, but Harry was able to see through the fog with his enhanced eyes. Harry dispelled his shotgun technique because it was draining to use.

Malfoy cast some sort of wind charm blowing away some of the fog, but because of the fact that they were in a confined area; the fog replaced itself rather easily. Ron on the other hand started shooting spells all around him and Goyle, who was close enough to see what Ron was doing, quickly followed suit. Ron even tried a 'finite incantantem' although it didn't work to dispel the fog. They almost his Malfoy and he quickly shouted obsinities at them, getting them to finally stop there idiocy.

Harry and his snakes by now were close enough to attack the three. Harry sent his snakes at Ron and Goyle, preferring to deal with Malfoy on his own. Malfoy then shot a spell sucking in the fog into an orb. Harry and his snakes were soon discovered, but by that time his snakes had already wrapped themselves around Ron and Goyle, rendering them useless.

"Nice one Malfoy." Harry said as the two started circling each other.

Malfoy merely sneerly and sent many varieties of spells at Harry. Harry put up a special shield spell that would help suit his needs. It blocked some physical attacks and could take a healthy dose of magical attacks, but the best most useful thing about the spell was that it created an opaque dome around the caster, rendering the user blind to the opponent. However the caster could still see through the inside of the shield allowing the person to gauge the opponent.

As Harry maintained his shield he started creating clones of himself, each with magical abilities. Harry wasn't able to improve the connection to make the magic leak less, but he was able to make the clones move telepathically. It didn't exactly confuse the opponents if a person was shouting out orders to the rest of his look-alikes. Now he could make the clones act exactly like he wanted without having to vocalize his motives.

The only problem was that he go easily confused trying to order multiple clones at once, so he had to either give them group commands or label the clones by mental numbers. Harry dispelled the shielding spell and ordered the clones to spread out and surround Malfoy.

Malfoy's eyes widened at seeing 10 Harry's but then sneered.

"Think you can fool me, I know that they are illusions. Decurro!" Malfoy spread it in a arc around his whole body.

Harry ordered the clones to take the hit like he did. The water wasn't strong merely enough to hit Harry and get him annoyed. Malfoy looked shocked seeing the clones all dripping wet with water.

Harry smirked at how similar Malfoy's tactics were to his own when he first saw what Moody did. The only difference was that Harry wasn't going to beat the shit out of Malfoy physical.

"Gurges-itis!" The ten Harry shouted.

The result was a 10 individual waves of water heading toward Malfoy, which them collected together to form one massive wall of water surrounding Malfoy. The water hit Malfoy like a ton of brick knocking the breath out of him and Harry used the time to dispel his clones and drying to water from himself. Malfoy was down for the count for now and Harry tried to stun Malfoy when his reflex kicked in to dodge a stray spell that would have hit him.

Harry looked to his right and saw that Goyle and Ron had destroyed his snakes and as he looked to his right Malfoy was getting up from the ground. Harry cursed at the situation, not only was he 3 against 1, he had to face two side of the battle rather then all 3 together.

Harry couldn't use his shield again to hope to create clones, not even dimwits would allow him the time to create the clones again.

'How do I get out of the being surrounded by them?'

Harry reacted quickly by sending the blinding charm at the room and sent a stunner at Malfoy who jumped away from his original spot on instinct alone. Harry had to admit, Malfoy dueled good. Harry cursed though, the blinding spell didn't last long and Harry's first choice was to take out one of his opposition. But after his only try failing, Harry couldn't afford to take another try to stun Malfoy and had to go with the second option.

Harry jumped in the air and sent a powerful banishing charm at the ground jumping over Malfoy and almost hitting the ceiling. He landed safely by casting a weaker banishing charm to decelerate his fall. By now everyone could see properly and was sending all sorts of spells towards Harry.

They all missed, luckily, and Harry cast another wave of water charm towards the three that were standing relatively by each other at the moment. They dodged, but Harry wasn't trying to actually hit them, though it would have been better. Now the ground the three were standing on was incredibly wet and Harry smirked.

The three quickly sent spells towards Harry which Harry dodged due to the distance between them. Harry sent his lightning spell towards the ground with water on it, immediately shocking all three of his opponents.

They huddled over in pain and dropped their wands. Harry quickly ended his spell and summoned their wands. The duel wasn't over, but now he had their only weapons giving him an incredible edge in the fight. Harry highly doubted they could do wandless magic and the fact that there were no knives, swords, and staffs being used in their duel they were relatively helpless.

The three got up from the ground groggily. Goyle was about to say that surrendered, but Malfoy shut him up relatively quickly. Harry shot stunners of the group but they dodged out of the way. Harry was increasingly irritated.

"Surrender or I'll keep frying your arses." Harry commanded.

"You wish Potter-." Ron said.

"Ira Fulgur!" Harry shouted the spell 'Zeus' Wrath' at the ground once again. The three groaned in pain and misery. Harry looked towards Krum but all he did was shrug. The rule had been when the three was, 'knock out all your opponent or get them to surrender.' Harry sighed at their stubbornness.

Harry tried another round of stunners hoping to hit them but they dodged once again.

"Once again, surrender or I'll fry your arses." Harry said.

"Come and get us Potter." Malfoy choked thru gasps of airs.

Harry shook his head, he truly wanted to get near them and stun them, but Harry didn't want to risk being attacked physically or getting in the water himself. Harry was gritting his teeth trying to think how to take the three out without having to torture them.

Harry then smirked as he brought forth 3 golems made of stone. They were 8 feet tall and were made out of the same material as the ground he was standing on. They looked durable and pretty strong.

"Go to those three and subdue them." Harry commanded the golems. They advanced at relatively decent speed and Harry followed them warily. Harry was now in the water and wouldn't be able to do the lightning spell.

The golems were close to the three but then Malfoy did something that was someone expected, but still a shock to Harry. Malfoy sent a powerful Reductor spell with a second wand. The stone golems blew up in front of Harry with stones hitting his body.

Harry was knocked back and groaned. He then jumped to his feet and noticed that Malfoy had summoned all the wands to himself. Harry didn't even have his wand holster, as he wasn't allowed it, so his wand got summoned.

Harry glared at Malfoy.

"Fucking cheater." Harry said.

"At least the tables have turned Potter." Malfoy smirked as he handed the other two their wands back. He was waving Harry's wand tauntingly.

Harry smirked, which Malfoy saw. "What's so funny Potter?"

"Don't you get it Malfoy, I won the duel. You cheated and so your team gets disqualified."

"Sorry Potter, Professor Krum never specified that only one wand may be used so my tactic was legal." Harry looked towards Krum and saw him nod. Harry groaned he could have used his other two wands if he weren't so stupid and knew that more then one wand could be used.

At least Harry wasn't helpless; he didn't need a wand to fight. It would just require more concentration. Malfoy raised his wand and shouted "adflictatio!" Harry's eyes widened at the spell, it was one of the more powerful cutting curses known. It causes the user's skin to rip from the muscles and the victim would usually bleed to death if not treated immediately.

Harry raised his hand and shouted "Protego!" A silver shield went up and took the spells, breaking upon contact. Harry used the momentary stunned expression of the three to his advantage. Harry banished Goyle into Ron and summoned his wand from a shock stilled Malfoy. His wand flew to his hand.

Malfoy finally got his bearing and tried to attack once again. However Harry was pissed off at the fact he was almost going to have suffered one of the most painful cutting curse alive and wasn't going to allow Malfoy to attack again. Harry quickly used the most powerful and painful banishing spell he knew.

"Aequilibritas!" Harry shot the almost lethal version of a Reductor Curse at Malfoy.

The bright white light erupted from Harry's wand and made him recoil as if he shot a gun. The effect was much worse for Malfoy as several of his ribs broke as the curse made contact on his chest. He then literally flew about 40 feet to the end of the Great Hall crashing against the wall. Harry could hear more of Malfoy's bones breaking as Malfoy slid down from the wall on to the floor. Harry sneered at Malfoy and looked down at the Goyle and Ron.

Goyle took to brunt of the banishing charm, but it seemed that Ron got the worst deal as he was suffocating under Goyle's enormous weight.

Harry stunned Goyle and petrified Ron. He then heard the start of the 10 count and walked away from the duel. There was no way that Malfoy was still conscious and Ron and Goyle weren't going anywhere anytime soon so Harry knew he won the duel.

Harry walked off the stage after the 10 count was done and Harry was greeted with silence. Snape was the first one to encounter Harry and couldn't even make a spiteful retort.

Harry just walked past the stunned crowd and looked back to the dueling platform. Madam Pomprey and Fleur were rushing to Malfoy with Krum and Moody bringing Ron and Goyle about. Harry looked at his watch was surprised that the duel lasted 15 minutes.

'Felt more like 5.' Harry thought dryly.

Harry went back to collect his clothing and jewelry. He donned them quietly and sat on to watch the rest of the duel. Harry could see Madam Pomprey leaving the great hall with Malfoy in tow magically suspended in the air. Fleur stayed behind and Harry conjured a mirror to see if he was injured.

His face was a bit bruised from the stones that blew in front of him, but Harry could easily say that he had the best outcome from the duel. Harry did the healing spell he learned on the first day for Healing Arts and applied it to his face.

His once bluish tinted face became a healthy yellow. Harry then dispelled the mirror and saw Hermione, Neville, Blaise, and Pansy step onto the now clean and dry dueling platform.

"Hello Harry." A quiet voice to his right said.

The duel started.

"Hello Fleur." Harry didn't even have to look to know the fluent and slightly accented voice of the part Veela.

Neville and Blaise stayed together and seemed to be conversing, while dodging and blocking spells sent their way.

"That was a most interesting duel." Fleur said.

Hermione called out to Pansy to stop, but she started advancing to the two. Hermione was forced to advance also otherwise Pansy would easily be knocked out leaving Hermione in a worst situation of being outnumbered.

"I guess so." Harry said shortly, even he could hear the disappointment lacing Fleur's voice.

"Mr. Malfoy will be fine, just has to stay in the Infirmary for a couple of days." Fleur said.

Neville blocked a stunner aimed at Blaise and Blaise sent blasting curse back at Pansy.

"I truly don't care." Harry said.

The two groups of two started violently exchanging spells.

"You shouldn't say that Harry. You are responsible for what happened." Fleur sounded like a nagging Mrs. Weasley.

Blaise and Neville were winning due to the fact that they had teamwork. They covered each other's arse, while Hermione covered Pansy's but not vice versa.

"I only retaliated as bad as I got." Harry said shortly.

Hermione was hit with a leg locker curse and she tumbled leaving Pansy to defend herself.

Fleur stayed silent, she did agree with what Harry said. She as a Healer definitely knew what curse Malfoy used on a seemingly helpless Harry. She didn't even have to hear Snape as he clarified the spell's intent to Moony and Krum. If Harry wasn't so powerful, Fleur would be rushing Harry to St. Mungos in hopes to save his life. Not even Hogwart's infirmary would have been able to help Harry if the spell was successful.

Pansy was blasted 10 feet back and Hermione managed to dispel the curse and stand up. Pansy got up and explained that she had a twisted ankle to Hermione, who retreated back to help Pansy.

"I see you got a letter from my sister." Fleur tried to change the conversation.

Neville and Blaise started advancing towards the retreating girls.

"Her letter was formal." Harry chuckled a bit.

Neville and Blaise split up and tried to surround the two girls. A wise move seeing as how Pansy was injured and Hermione wasn't about to leave the girl to retreat on her own.

"Yes, she was really nervous about writing to you, she didn't know what to say." Fleur giggled.

Pansy and Hermione found themselves having to go back to back, Hermione fighting Blaise and Pansy challenging Neville.

"I'm going to write back to her later. Tell her how she could be more lax when writing." Harry said.

A would be wise move if they were a good team, but while Hermione looked out for Pansy, Pansy did nothing of the sort.

"I'm sorry for getting a bit rude with you Harry." Fleur said.

Hermione blocked a lot of curse that would have hit Pansy's back, but Pansy merely dodged and evaded the curses sent her way, curses that hit Hermione in the back and leaving her out for the count.

"It is okay, can't say that my dueling tactics were exactly friendly." Harry said.

Fleur frowned, which Harry didn't see. "Yes... I'm going to have to speak with Mr. Krum about that... these Dark Arts... they're too dangerous to use in a friendly dueling competition at school."

Pansy didn't have the time to try and revive Hermione, seeing as how she was the target of attack from two fronts. She retreated and tried to get the two duelers back on one front.

"Maybe you're right..." Harry grinned at Fleur. "But it'll take the fun out of dueling."

Pansy soon found that she was roped up and had major boils developing on her face.

Fleur left to attend the duelers and Harry sat back and looked grim. He saw Moony looking at him worriedly and Moody was looking at him with a calculated look. Harry had a feeling that his morning lessons would take a turn for the worst.

A/N: Incredibly sorry for the length of the update. Heard a lot of complaints, but I hope the length of the story somewhat appeases their anger. By the way, I try to explain magic, but lol not even the damn writer of the book understands it so... yeah... Well anyways, I try but sorry if it's confusing. Hope to update soon, but don't hold your breath on it, I find that writing becomes more and more taxing.

Topsta: The deatheater chapter will take place later. But it will happen soon. I want to go more into the social life of Harry, didn't get to in the past and want to start doing it now.

Saetan: Yeah, Ron will be helping in later chapters, but he won't be Harry's good friend. He'll be okay with Harry, and more then okay with Hermione, but Harry won't trust him like before.

Irihi Safaia: Yeah, I'm sorry about the delay on this chapter. My summer is starting to pick up the pace, what with it being near school..

Jon3776: Well I've tried to have Harry mature a little, but he is still a child. He still thinks that he can take on just about anything thrown at him, and he doesn't realize just how human he is. Dumbledore realizes Harry's limitation, but doesn't want to lecture him or anything about it not wanting to provoke Harry any further and strain their already crappy interactions. For Ron, I'll explain later in the story.