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Explosion!
Harry sat on his bed seething
Flashback
Dumbledore called Harry into his office, not knowing what the old coot wanted; he went in unaware of the outrage he was going to face. Snape was seated on another chair in the room and he smirked at Harry when he walked in.
"Hello Harry, would you like a lemon drop?." Harry took one and popped it into his mouth. He let the sour rush move around his mouth and waited for the old man to get to the point.
"Harry I am afraid that I cannot allow you to visit Hogsmeade today, the security risk is just too great."
"No, Professor, I am going. I have been looking forward to this day for weeks; you cannot hold me back now." Dumbledore frowned and Snape got his view in.
"Potter, how extraordinarily like your father you are, insolent and arrogant. You will have a detention with me today, scrubbing cauldrons, and vials free of potion residue."
Harry looked on in shock as Dumbledore nodded, even though there was no good reason to give him a detention.
"I am sorry Harry, unless you promise me that you will not go to Hogsmeade, I will have to enforce this detention. Please do not force my hand, my boy." Harry sat there and then reluctantly promised the old man.
On his way out of the office, he came across Blaise and related to her events of previous moments. To her credit, she had not complained but she had stunned him by sticking her tongue in his mouth and rolling it around. Harry had watched her exit, his eyes focused on her swaying hips.
End Flashback
On impulse, Harry put on his cloak and headed down to the girls bathroom. Upon reaching it, he walked over to the relevant sink, hissed the password, and descended into the chamber of secrets. This time, he shrunk the basilisk carcass to the size of a small worm and put it into a small matchbox he had conjured.
He carried on walking until he went past from where the basilisk had entered years ago. Just before he did, he noticed the fang he had used to destroy the diary. He cast a shrinking spell on it as well as a charm so that the venom would not leak onto his clothes and put it into his pocket.
He proceeded to search through the dead skin and finally found one of the things he was looking for. He found an entrance to another chamber. This place was where Tom Riddle had studied.
Checking his watch, he found he had only 10 minutes until everyone returned from Hogsmeade. Quickly looking through some papers on the desk, he grinned. The first was a set of forms to apply for an early testing on NEWTS and a second set, which made his face light up considerably. He looked at the huge pile of paper, focusing on the front page of each joined set.
'Tom Marvolo Riddle – Year 6-7 NEWT Transfiguration notes'
'Tom Marvolo Riddle – Year 6-7 NEWT Charms notes'
'Tom Marvolo Riddle – Year 6-7 NEWT Defence against the dark arts notes'
'Tom Marvolo Riddle – Year 6-7 NEWT Potions notes'
'Tom Marvolo Riddle – Year 6-7 NEWT Care of magical creatures - notes'
'Tom Marvolo Riddle – Year 6-7 NEWT Herbology notes'
Harry grinned again, realized the time, took the papers, the egg, and ran back the way he came. All in the space of a minute, he was fleeing down a corridor until he stopped abruptly as Flitwick was watching him.
"Hello, Mr. Potter, I heard from Severus that you were not allowed to leave the school grounds, all the staff have been looking for you."
"I did not leave school grounds Professor; I was merely searching for my notes." He opened up the charms notes and Flitwick looked highly impressed.
"Mr. Potter, I once told Albus that you would do great things, it seems you are fulfilling the great things we are expecting from you. Go, you may return to your dormitory, I will explain to the rest of the staff where you were."
"Thanks sir, for everything. I mean Quidditch as well; I need to ask you for one more thing but this can't be given out to other than the two of us." Flitwick nodded, "Would you teach me charms duelling sir?" he asked hopefully.
"I thought you would never ask, Mr. Potter. We will begin at four o' clock tomorrow morning, is that agreeable to you?"
Harry nodded, beaming at the little man he went back to his dorm, quite happier than he was in the morning.
Hours later, he was summoned to the headmaster's office because the minister had arrived. He walked in and nodded at all the staff, then turned where there was a huge gathering of aurors and other ministry officials. The headmaster stood up and began to speak.
"We have been gathered here today, in an effort to unite our efforts in the war against the Dark Lord Voldemort." The room collectively flinched.
"In these dark times we must work together to achieve a victory for the light side. I welcome you all to the Order of the Phoenix." Harry was quite shocked, but then he realized a majority of the original order was not there.
Therefore, his induction was merely using his reputation to bolster the amount of members whilst keeping them ignorant of the more important facts. Whilst he was thinking, the Minister had walked up to him and begun to apologise profusely.
Harry half listened to him until everyone but him had been inducted. He knew they were milking his reputation for all they could, so he did not go to Dumbledore to be inducted.
Everyone was focused on him but he studiously ignored them, choosing instead to chatter away to the minister about current news. Dumbledore coughed politely to gain his attention but he carried on as if he had not even heard it. Dumbledore spoke loudly….
"Harry, do you not wish to join the Order of the Phoenix?"
"No." There was total silence.
"I thought you would happily take part in any Defence Against the Dark Arts group, what has changed your mind?"
"I merely wish to obtain some agreements from the Minister, and then I'll join the group."
The Minister spoke up, beaming he looked ready to offer anything to Harry. "What agreements, Harry?"
"I wish to have the license to kill or torture any with the dark mark, in other words I want to be allowed to use any spell or potion I wish without reprimand." The Minister gaped before agreeing reluctantly, he would not anger the Boy-Who-Lived in front of this many witnesses.
"I also wish to be allowed to take my NEWTS at the end of this year." The minister nodded again, slightly happier with this request.
"I wish to be granted adult rights." The Minister agreed again, this time relieved that the requests were getting easier and easier to grant. He watched as Harry narrowed his eyes at Dumbledore and locked gazes. The boy spoke through clenched teeth.
"I wish to be emancipated in the magical world." This caused Snape and McGonagall to protest. Dumbledore looked pale with shock and had to seat himself. McGonagall's voice cut through all the noise causing everyone else to calm down and listen.
"Mr. Potter, you do not possess the maturity to be allowed such freedom, you have shown time and time again that you are reckless."
"Well, if we were to believe that, then you can thank my recklessness for saving the school four times in five years." That shut her up; she merely huffed and sat back down. Snape, ever the one for a fight, especially with a Potter spoke up.
"You are too arrogant Potter, you have been offered something which is of high honour, and you do not accept it graciously but wish to do so, on your own terms."
"Snape, for once in your life, shut the fuck up. You are an insignificant pawn in this war, you are expendable, and I am not. I know the prophecy you do not. I am Voldemort's equal in this war; you are just an insignificant squib in comparison. Do not presume to judge me as you have judged others, I am your only hope- Dumbledore has little chance at beating him, whilst my chance is easier – just waiting for me to train and put it into use.
I do not have time to waste on petty arguments with a boy in a man's body who cannot get over the fact that other people made him pay for the evil bastard he was back then."
"Do not look at me with surprise, I know the things you did, I have seen it in my fathers pensieve." Harry had seen one memory but could not stand to see his parents, what he had lost so he had fled the memory storage device.
"Yes, calling my, then, recently deceased grandmother a muggle-loving whore gave my father ample reason for humiliating you. How convenient was it that you start the memory from where my father begins to retaliate. Now sit down and keep your mouth shut, this is for the big boys and you have no place in this." He then turned back to the minister, ignoring a shell-shocked audience and staff.
"I agree to all those terms, I will floo them now." 15 minutes later, Harry was inducted into the Order of the Phoenix. He spoke again, before everyone could leave.
"Can those who consider themselves excellent duellers line up onto the near side?" Only 7 people lined up near Harry.
He groaned inwardly, "How many have duelled death eaters and have performed significant roles?" Only one remained. All the other Aurors were involved in minor skirmishes. Harry decided to duel the one left to determine his worth.
"Would you help me in a demonstration duel, so when we train the rest they know what we expect of them?" The Auror nodded and a few expansion charms later, they were facing each other. Dumbledore as the referee signalled the beginning and they were away.
"Stupefy."
"Protego."
"Reducto Maximus."
"Titan Protego."
The auror, Max Devon ducked as his own spell came at him faster than he had fired. He fired another three Reducto spells only to watch Harry dance away and levitate himself over the others.
Dumbledore watched the display of brutal duelling, getting faster and more furious as time went on. He was impressed; highly impressed at the spells Harry was performing. He watched Harry use spells of considerable power and block spells of greater power. The auror was sweating now, fifteen minutes into the duel. So was Harry to a lesser degree. He watched as Harry gracefully danced out of the way of a Petrification hex.
"ANNIHILATUM VIS" Harry was getting quite tired by the 20th minute of the duel. This person was good, so he had to end it quickly. Remembering that he had to keep to medium level power spells he just changed tactics. He turned some nearby chairs into wolves and ordered them to attack him. This proved to be the aurors undoing as he tripped over one and the other wolf bit his wand arm causing him to drop it.
Harry was quite pleased with the duel and asked the man to lead the training for the rest of the recruits. He divided the groups into three.
Those who specialized in Transfiguration, where they learnt Transfiguration duelling. Dumbledore was a master so he and McGonagall would take alternate classes.
Professor Flitwick and Remus would teach the Charms group, using a majority of the hexes and curses used in Defence lessons.
Finally, there would be all out duelling, brutal spell for spell duelling and Max would teach that group. Any people who did not fit into these groups were sent either with Professor Snape into potions or Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing.
This group would meet every other night to train. Hopefully they would be quite powerful as a unit when they met up.
An hour later, Harry was walking past the dungeons when he overheard Dumbledore speaking to Snape. Listening in closely, he heard "Amiability Potion, Rose memory Potion and Imperius potion." He wondered what the old man was up to and he found out. He really did not like the answers:
"Instruct the muggles to use the first two on him; if he is still insistent on leaving them, then they must give him the final potion. But, I think the combination of potions will leave him in a coma for two weeks. We will have to leave him like that if it comes to that. It will be ample time for the …" He did not hear the rest of the conversation as someone was walking down towards him.
He left the area and returned to his dormitory deep in thought. Tonight he would research each potion and try to find out their uses i.e. how to counter them- just in case.
Author's notes:
Kyntor: I did not make anyone too out of character, those loyal to Dumbledore, apart from maybe Luna would take the side of the headmaster without a doubt. Ron would do anything his mum would want him to. Neville would listen to his gran, who would listen to Dumbledore. Luna, well she is Luna and I did not want to elaborate too much on her character so I left her on their side. As for the Dursleys, what you said was absolutely correct, so when you read the next chapter it will all make sense.
Jarno: my apologies, I was not disgracing karate, merely using it to show the level of respect a formal duel must have in it and why McGonagall reacted badly to Harry's breach of code. I meant to show the diversity of duels in which ultimate respect for everyone is required. Sorry about that,
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