WARNING: This story is R for a REASON! It is NOT NC-17, as I have read much, /much/ worse that was permitted, so I have abused nothing! Rated for violence, serious angst (later on), and rape. If you have a problem with it, go read something else because I didn't write it just to be safe. It's written because it's how and what I write. So buzz off. :{
(and if my mean attitude offends, I do apologize but I'm sorta protective of my work.)
Chapter 5 – Sirius, Dog StarHarry awoke early the next morning, expecting Aunt Petunia to screech for him to make breakfast. But the room was white. He groaned in remembrance of the Hospital Wing. He did feel much better though, and he left before the nurse saw he was up; peering nervously about for her the whole time.
He arrived in his dorm and changed before collecting his books and heading off to breakfast with not a word to anyone. What he didn't know was that Plan Potter had begun.
Hermione sighed with relief as a quill began to write on a piece of paper:
"Heya, Harry!"
"Feeling any better?"
"'Lo Fred, George. 'M fine; thanks for asking." She grinned triumphantly. It worked! She had just found it in the Library and asked a Seventh Year to perform the necessary spells to complete the Tracer.
The Tracer was a series of spells placed on the belongings of the one being traced. By supplying parchment and quill, whatever the subject (in this case victim) said or was said to was copied down by the quill.
Hermione laughed contentedly and left the quill to its own devices as she headed off to breakfast.
When she got there she glanced at Harry. He looked relaxed, but had fading traces of a bruise and his lip was still partially split. Frowning at Harry's 'cockiness', Hermione flounced down by Ron.
"Did it work?" he hissed. She nodded, and opened a book to do more research for Charms. You could never learn too much.
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Harry's first class was again Transfiguration. McGonagall gave them more quills and Harry finished them with a wave of his wand.
A minute later he was reading when the teacher came down on him in a fury.
"Potter! Why aren't you working? This isn't free time!" Harry was sitting by himself today; even Hermione had shunned working with him. The sniggers from the rest of his classmates rang loudly in his ears as he looked up at the teacher.
"I'm done," he stated; his voice cutting straight through the laughter.
"Nonsense!" McGonagall looked over his work carefully. She seemed surprised. "Turn them back." Harry did so and her eyes widened. "Hmm, how much do you know, Potter? Certainly you can't do something so difficult as transfigure my desk into a pig, but can you-"
"But I can Transfigure your desk, Professor!" Harry interrupted, looking pained. "That's the problem. I didn't and don't know what I shouldn't know, so I don't know how much I do know!" Most students looked confused, but a few followed; even if they didn't understand.
"Nonsense!" she barked. "Lying will get you nowhere fast, Potter, and you have no reason to-" but again she was interrupted as Harry pointed his wand easily at the desk; changing it instantly into a flawless white lion. He quickly changed it back before it could do more than roar, and blushing deeply, left the classroom.
It took the Professor a few minutes to recover.
"Class dismissed. I need to…dismissed." She walked out thoughtfully.
"What a bloody prig!" said Ron indignantly. "He shows us up at every turn-"
"Why can't we do that-"
"Did you see-"
Hermione moaned and covered her ears. He was so much smarter than her! How could she ever aspire to that level? If the teachers liked HIM they might forget her, or mark her lower in comparison. Oh, her life was going to be such a nightmare!
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Harry hid by the lake until it was time for Herbology. Ignoring he glares of his housemates, he concentrated on working. He ate lunch again away from the others and found his way to the Charms room quietly.
Unfortunately, Professor Flitwick, never discreet about anything, was very excited over his ease with charms he'd learned years ago and called unnecessary attention to the exasperated Harry and glowing Hermione.
"Professor, please calm down." Harry shrank in his seat as the tiny man heaped praise, and fled as soon as the bell rang.
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History of Magic was dull, and Harry had learned it all anyway, so he sat back and studied the magical angles of a project he was thinking of.
After class he was jostled and elbowed far more than necessary by hungry students. Harry ignored it, and made his way into the Great Hall for dinner. He would be having Astronomy that night and he feared it would be just as simple as all his other courses. Flying, the one thing he hadn't tried, would not occur till next week, and he had to avoid boredom.
Glancing about for the person flicking peas at him, Harry's gaze landed on Zabini sizing up a timid-looking little Ravenclaw. He pointed her out to Malfoy and his cronies, but Draco shook his head and left. Crabbe and Goyle nodded eagerly enough though, and Harry's hands clenched with anxiety. He quickly stalked over to Blaise.
"Dungeons," he said in a low voice, "Five minutes. Bring Dumb and Dumber." He turned on his heel and grinned as the boys forgot their previous target and homed in on a new one; following directly after him.
Harry entered a lonely dungeon a minute later and immediately felt a hand drop heavily on his shoulder. Crabbe and Goyle appeared to either side.
"Don't tell me you like this, Potter?" said Blaise from behind him. Harry shook his head.
"No, but I can take it. And I at least can defend myself before anything gets really out of hand."
"There's no fun in complacent prey."
"Then I'll make it interesting," said Harry, exasperated. "Here's a deal: you can beat me up as long as you touch no one else.
"But the second you break this I will hex you till you never think of touching anyone again and damn the House points," he added; fiercely turning to regard the other. Blaise blinked and backed up nervously.
"Deal!" He motioned to Crabbe who then seized Harry's arms; giving Goyle a better shot at his stomach. Harry gasped for breath and would have collapsed but for Crabbe's hold as Zabini pulled his head back by his hair and removed his glasses.
Unable to see, Harry became disoriented and slightly frightened. Blaise noticed and grinned wickedly.
"Let go," he ordered hi thugs. He stood beside Harry and bent slightly to hiss in his ear.
"Let's play a game. You find the door and we'll let you leave for the night. But if we catch you, you get punished." Well, it's obvious as to who won that.
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"I thought that would be more difficult, Potter," sneered Blaise as Harry's nose met ground with a sickening crack. He tried to squirm away when a foot stepped on his messy hair, effectively pinning him down…
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Harry stayed in the Hospital Wing again that night and missed his Astronomy class.
The next morning though caused Harry to despair and go drastic. Unhappy with his education, he boldly approached the Head Table at lunchtime and asked to speak to Professor Dumbledore in private. The Headmaster nodded and followed the small eleven-year-old out of the Hall.
"What can I do for you, Harry?" Dumbledore twinkled down at the boy who was twisting about nervously.
"Well, s-sir, um…over the last few days I've been really bored. The work's too easy; I know it all, but I don't know how much." The old man frowned in thought before reassuring Harry.
"Come to my office. I will give you tests for the different years until you reach your limit." They walked to a stone gargoyle.
"Lollipop," announced Dumbledore cheerfully, and the gargoyle leapt away to reveal a moving staircase leading to Dumbledore's office. Full of fascinating gadgets and books, the first thing that caught Harry's eye was a red bird of beautiful plumage perched by the door.
"Oh, a phoenix! Hello, Fawkes," said Harry, enraptured. The bird preened as the Headmaster shot him a curious look. "I read about you somewhere before. It mentioned Beautiful here…" Dumbledore smiled in understanding and brought out a stack of papers. Harry rummaged through the test.
"Too easy." His response was the same for the next three, but he took the fourth, fifth and sixth. Dumbledore graded them.
"Well?" asked Harry anxiously when he was done. Dumbledore smiled at him.
"You have more than acceptable marks in all those tests. The last two were last year's O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. We shall have to arrange special tutoring for you in more advanced aspects of wizardry. Now, why don't you go to sleep, Harry? It's two A.M." Harry gazed up at the clock in surprise before nodding wearily and collapsing onto a cot the Headmaster set up for him.
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Dumbledore awoke him a few hours later.
"It has been decided that you will take your classes with the Fifth Years until Christmas, though your lessons will be more advanced. After Christmas break, you will attend with the Seventh years – again working at a higher level – and at the end of the year we shall give you a university test. We'll figure out what to do with you next year later. Is that alright with you?"
"Y-yeah!" Harry stammered excitedly. "Wait'll I tell Fred and George!"
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By breakfast the news was out: Harry Potter was to be studying Fifth and Seventh year curriculum. Nearly all the students were shouting over the unfairness of it all and shooting Harry rather potent death glares (they are wizards after all). The stupid First Year was showing them up.
Harry's first class on his new schedule was Care of Magical Creatures, or CoMC. Each student was shown to a large crate and told to care for the creature inside. Of course, most of the beasts were extremely dangerous, and a group of three students nervously backed away from their snarling manticore. One boy was peering warily at his new full-grown unicorn, which kept stamping at him in a decidedly unfriendly fashion.
Harry himself blinked at all the commotion and cautiously opened his own. Within was a rather large, black and underfed dog that stepped out daintily; cautiously sniffing the air. A student pointed at it in undisguised horror.
"RUN!! It's a GRIM!!" Harry and the dog stood bemusedly watching the students run screaming and their animals panicking. Harry sent out a calming charm to keep anyone from being hurt before turning to the dog.
"Hello."
"Mr. Potter, where did that dog come from?" snapped Professor Grubbly-Plank, coming up behind him.
"He was in the crate you gave me - "
"Nonsense! I gave you an Acromantula, and there was no Grim among the creatures I assembled."
"Well, he's here now, so can I keep him?" asked Harry, masking his irritation. Why did everyone think him a liar?
"Very well, Mr. Potter, but I expect five feet of parchment on Grims and other magical creatures surrounded by superstition."
"Sure," said Harry, shrugging. "C'mon, Sirius." The dog froze in shock. "D'you mind being named after the dog star?" asked Harry anxiously. "I thought it would be nice. It's my favorite star, and it – fits – you." He looked really worried, so the dog barked affirmation and wagged his huge tail.
It turned out Sirius was a very clever dog, though prone to fits of happy-go-luckiness and then long periods of sadness. Harry was sorry to leave him when classes changed.
"Bye Sirius, I'll come see you tomorrow," he sighed. "I'm…busy…at night." The dog watched curiously as Harry trotted away. The boy certainly didn't look like James, or anyone else he knew either.
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The rest of Harry's classes were more challenging and more unpleasant. Even though he enjoyed the magical and mental workout, Harry didn't appreciate the glares, and he sighed in resignation as he was followed after his last class by a few Seventh Years. How many bullies would he have to accommodate in this school? And he had no defense against these kids either. The stupidest was probably at least as skilled as he was, and all of them were bigger and had far more experience in the wizarding world. And there were six of them.
Harry stopped and waited patiently for them in an empty hallway. This would hurt; Seventh Years were more knowledgeable about this sort of thing than First's.
He was right. Harry Potter didn't appear at dinner that night. He was too busy being carried to the Hospital Wing by Hagrid, who had found him unconscious with a broken leg in the corridor.
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A/N: I know, I know, been a looong time. But at least I updated! I'm working on typing this stuff more, so I'll stay on all day to try and get up more chapters and perhaps another story (I have over fourteen). The only problem is typing. Anyone live in Luzerne County, Pennsylvania and like to type? Just joking (maybe).
Anyway, I've gotten a few answers for my Snape voice and emailed them, but never got written back! Do ya want the job or don't you?
Last note: I LOVE slash. Anyone who hates it had best stop reading all my stories but HPOP and All My Love (not posted 'cuz I wanna type the entire thing so I'll be ready).
Thankyou to my reviewers. Without you, I'd stop updating. (Just some encouragement!)
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tati
