AN: for those who don't already know the story is undergoing a revamp you may come across some things in this chapter that have only recently been added to during chapters 1-5 if you get a chance please read them again and let me know whether you think they are better this time around.
OK thought, do you guys want to have Harry and Hermione have flashbacks to the war? Their past life, their relationship?
This is actually quite short, sorry!
J
Mage
By Cataclysmic
Chapter 17
Rage here needs outlet, Volunteers?
They all looked at each other as if they could determine the one who told just by looking at them, unfortunately everybody looked as confused as everyone else, one thing they all had developed a healthy fear of the possibility Harry thought it was them, everyone thought to themselves, none of them had alerted the press but Harry obviously thought that the culprit was among them.
There was only one thing for it; it was time to play the pass the blame game.
It wasn't that they wanted anyone to actually have to face Harry's wraith, they just wanted to keep it as far away from themselves as possible.
They all started talking at once trying to vie for Harry's attention and shift the blame off themselves.
All kinds of arguments on why it could not be them spilled from the mouths of those in the room.
It broke the spell, Harry no longer LOOKED like a ragging bull searching for the matador, but looks can be deceiving he was still seething mad underneath his façade but that was not going to help him, it was obvious that no one in the room with the possible exception of Albus who was still staring at nothing in particular and hadn't said a word, was responsible for the presence of the reporters.
Just because his target was not in this room did NOT mean he had given up on finding them, mentally he ran down his list of suspects.
Finally it was Albus who provided the answer, not that it made much difference, Harry was still mad, he just no longer had anyone to vent it on.
"Harry you do realize that the entire school is aware that you come from another universe correct?" Albus asked.
"Well yes what's that got to do with anything?"
"Well you do realize that at least some of the students would have written home and told their parents, there is absolutely no way you could possibly find the culprit."
Faced with the possibility, no more than just the mere possibility of never finding out who caused this problem Harry still needed to vent his anger, and Dumbledore's office paid the price, after all it was Dumbledore's fault for talking to the school about their situation without his permission. In one massive wave Harry's magic flew around the room breaking anything and everything inside the only things left unbroken were the humans and Fawkes, and Fawkes was not a very happy phoenix having been asleep at the time his perch broke, though how he could have remained asleep through all that noise was a mystery.
Storming back out of the room the occupants only had a moment to inspect the complete destruction of the room before it mended itself as he walked out the door.
It was Dumbledore who broke the silence.
"Well that was certainly interesting…"
Harry was in a foul mood for days after that, reporters were still hounding the school many students used up their fifteen minutes of fame in the week following the arrival of the reporters getting their names and faces printed in the 'Daily Prophet' of all things for giving information about the mysterious man, Professor Potter the newspapers revealed from an alternate universe.
Unknown to any of the students their names were also being recorded in a little black book, Harry Potters little black book.
The names were piling up, all the silly students who thought only about themselves and nothing for Harry's privacy were going to pay if he could not find and punish the original perpetrator the least he could do was to pay back the brats who betrayed him to the press since then.
Harry had always wanted a little black book to keep track of all the people who wronged him, no matter how small just so he would not forget to extract revenge, Hell he was not going to let the title 'Professor' stop him, after all he was Harry Potter and although he was not famous here he was the son of the Minister of Magic.
Hermione was worried about Harry, he had been storming around in a rage for days and yesterday afternoon she had caught him copying names out of the paper into a small muggle notebook. But the main thing that had worried her was not the days of storming around the castle in a rage, albeit still doing his work but in a very sour mood, no what worried her was the look on his face this morning when he had gotten out of bed to get dressed, satisfaction and calm gone was the barely controlled rage and she wondered what had brought about the sudden change…
Hermione was wary, she did not know what had brought about the sudden change, but she knew when something was going on, and something was definitely going on here she didn't know what, she didn't know why but she had a funny suspicion it had something to do with that little black book he had been obsessing over…
She was right, Harry had been up to something and that something was a little thing called revenge, she had noticed it immediately, well she had not connected the children hanging upside down from their ankles in the Great Hall to Harry immediately but it soon became quite obvious when she started to identify the students, not that she could identify many just a few from the yearbooks she had looked through in the last few days familiarizing herself with the students she would soon be teaching.
The connection that had to be made was actually quite obvious.
These were the children who had talked.
These were the children who had given over what little information they had on Harry over to the media for their own fifteen minutes of fame, and in some cases making up information. The Children who had made up information were far worse off than those who hadn't not only were the hanging upside down by their ankles, which was quite a site considering that many wizards and witches did not wear much underneath their robes, the ones who had fabricated information were wearing no clothes at all and dyed neon colours, multiple neon colours it was like a very sick work off art.
Thankfully Harry had had the decency to put a censorship charm on the area's that should not be seen so the young relatively innocent children would not be mentally scarred and in need of therapy within the next half hour. Unfortunately for the victims were spared the knowledge that the entire school was not in fact seeing them naked. The no doubt would be in need of therapy. Each it seemed had received a personal letter from Harry which was at the moment stuck to their chests no doubt for later reading and above or below them as the case may be was a bright and very noticeable message.
DO NOT MESS WITH PROFESSOR POTTER.
No doubt the children would be to scared to move by the time they actually got around to teaching. Poor Kids.
It actually took quite awhile to remove the kids from the ceiling, Harry had stuck them up there pretty well. He had of course refused to help get them down and it had taken the combined minds of Albus, Minerva, Filius, Mione and Hermione to figure out all the complex charms Harry had used to stick them up there and even then they weren't sure if they had gotten rid of all the charms, curses, jinxes, hexes, spells and such, they could be in for it for quite some time to come, after all it was very likely that Harry had modified spells with timers on there as well and maybe some he had made up himself, all in all it would take awhile before all the results of this were known.
Albus had kept himself quite calm about the incident, by all rights he should have been yelling and screaming and threatening to fire Harry at the moment but the memories from his other self combined with sympathy, self preservation and quite a large amount of amusement kept him from saying a word, all he could think of was that he was glad it wasn't him.