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1) Harry and Rosie don't know who they don't trust Professor Letum, it's just a feeling. And no, it's not a Death Eater kind of feeling, they would be able to sense the Dark Mark on him if he was.

2) No, the tiger isn't Rosie. I'm not sure what I'll do with her, at first I just wanted to put her in for fun and because I absolutely love tigers. I'm trying to think of a purpose for her… any suggestions?

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Harry wasn't insulting Mr. Weasley, was he? No, he wasn't.

Will Lockhart get pranked again? You'll find out!

Will Dumbledore need to zap Severus again? Maybe.

Will Snape slip some potions into Lockhart's food? You'll see!

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Chapter Seventeen:

Harry once again found himself on top of the tower Severus had shown him. His mind was a mess. He just couldn't forget that look Professor Letum had… As if his cool blue eyes penetrated your soul…

And it was that very moment, when Harry knew something.

He hated that man.

He had never seen him before in his life before, or even made eye contact with him… but he knew it.

He hated him.

Harry sighed, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on his knees.

Harry moved closer to the edge, looking over the Hogwarts grounds. He studied the sky before him, and he felt it, his wings itching to burst out of his back… to feel the feel the wind…

With a frustrated growl, Harry stood and left the tower.

"Potter!"

Harry exhaled deeply, and, putting on a look of forced calm, he turned toward the voice.

It was McGonagall, along with Hermione, Ron, Ginny… and Professor Letum.

Harry's eyes hardened.

"Potter," McGonagall repeated. "This is Professor Letum. He'll be teaching you sport this year. He's been looking forward to meeting you."

Letum turned his eyes on him, giving him a cold smile.

"Glad to meet you, Mr. Potter," said Letum in a voice like silk.

"Likewise," Harry countered coldly.

McGonagall blinked. They could practically feel the tension crackling in the air.

Harry met Letum's eyes, his emerald green ones meeting the Professor's cool blue ones.

Beside Letum, his husky, Fury as the Professor had called it, gave a low growl.

Harry slid skilfully into Letum's mind… searching for something that he didn't know he was looking for. For all Harry knew, Letum could just be a simple wizard, and Harry was just being paranoid.

But as Harry probed into his mind, Harry met a huge barrier, and there was no way through.

Definitely not a simple a simple wizard.

And so began the battle of the minds… Letum was powerful – Harry would allow him that.

Letum was taking a more direct approach; pounding against Harry's mind barrier with a force of a thousand men.

Just by that simple act, Harry could pick up Letum's personality. He was confident, and strong, and Professor Letum knew it.

But Harry gave a different approach. He didn't try to get through the older man's barriers, Harry could tell that the professor was too strong to allow that intrusion, and so, coming to a decision, Harry let Letum into his mind.

Letum, taken by surprise at the sudden lack of defence, staggered into Harry's mind, falling into the void. Harry didn't allow Letum to get to anything essential, instead, he let him view memories and thoughts of little importance.

Letum fell further and further into Harry's mind… but the professor suddenly realised Harry's plan.

Harry was becoming slippery.

Professor Letum struggled helplessly, trying desperately to crawl back out of Harry mind, but he just kept falling deeper and deeper…

Harry, gathering up all his power, forced Letum out of his mind abruptly, making Letum stagger as he returned to the physical world. Letum broke his eye contact.

And all this exchange took no more than a couple of seconds.

McGonagall put a steadying hand on Letum's shaking shoulder.

"Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. "Why did you stagger like that?"

Letum allowed himself to blush slightly. "Just lost my footing, is all."

McGonagall nodded.

"Well," said Letum, giving Harry a fake smile although his voice was still wavering slightly. "It was a pleasure meeting you."

And Harry noted with satisfaction that Letum was carefully avoiding his eyes.

And with a nod in his direction, Letum and McGonagall left the teens.

Rosie, smiling, turned to him.

"Nice tactic," said Rosie.

"Huh?" said Ron, glancing in confusion between the two. "Tactic? What are you talking about?"

Harry wasn't listening to them. How dare Letum strut into Hogwarts like this? If he dared hurt Harry's friends…

Harry's eyes glowed a brilliant white, and his teeth turned longer and sharper, giving him a slightly animalistic look to him.

Three sharp blades sprung from in between Harry knuckles on both hands – like that guy's from the muggle comic. Wolverine.

"Really, Harry," said Hermione, laughter evident in her voice. "You've been reading too much X-Men!"

Harry didn't respond. Instead, he bared his teeth and started to walk forward, muttering, "I'll kill him."

And he was serious.

Rosie rolled her eyes.

"Stop acting like a child – put those blades away, and turn back to human for Christ's sake! There are people in this castle, you know!"

Harry snarled, but turned back into human never the less, turning on his heel and shoving past Rosie, putting up his hood as he went.

"What's with him?" asked Ginny, genuinely perplexed.

Rosie shrugged. "I don't think he likes Letum very much."

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Harry had a fixed scowl on his face as he stalked the halls.

"You look just like me when you do that."

Harry stopped, recognising his father's voice and feeling comforted by it.

Harry met Sev's eyes.

"I hate him," Harry said quietly.

A spark of understanding flickered in Severus' eyes.

"Who? Professor Letum?" Severus, not waiting for an answer, nodded. "I didn't think you'd like him. I don't much, either."

Severus opened his arms, and Harry, understanding the invitation, relaxed into the hug.

Severus wrapped his arms around Harry, rubbing his back.

"Don't let him get to you," Severus said in a comforting tone. "But be careful; I have a bad feeling about him, little angel."

Harry, now getting used to his nickname, didn't tell Sev off for calling him by it. In fact, although Harry would never admit it to anyone, he kinda liked it.

Severus pulled away from the hug, smiling slightly.

"But promise me one thing," he said, his eyes alight with barely suppressed mischief. "Please give him a hard time for me?"

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Harry, Hermione, Ron, Rosie, Ginny, Lupin and Severus were all sitting in the cosy fire lit lounge just off the Great Hall.

And Harry, once again was loosing miserably to Ron in a game of chess.

Ron, his expression changing from a look of intense concentration to glorious triumph, cried, "Knight to E4!"

He looked at Harry, grinning.

"Beat that."

The occupants of the room abandoned their activities and turned to the game of chess. Harry usually ended up having shouting matches with his chess pieces (Harry was playing with white) and the others loved it.

Harry stared at the chessboard, frowning. Desperately, he turned toward the others.

"Help?"

But they all shook their heads, grinning at him.

Harry sighed.

"There's only one other thing left to do, then," Harry said slowly. And then he grinned, pointing a finger at Ron and crying, "ATTACK!"

The white pieces dove off the chessboard and onto Ron, knocking Ron off his stool.

Ron, flat on his back, tried desperately to push off the little chess pieces.

"Good move," groaned Ron. The room erupted with laughter.

There was a knock at the door, and a click as it opened.

"Hello," said a deep, calming voice. "Is Rosie in here?"

The owner of the voice had a very strange appearance. He had straight hair, which was… it was silver. Not grey, like Dumbledore's, more like a glowing silver that made him look younger rather than older. And his eyes radiated warmth, and the thing that intrigued Harry was that his eyes were purple! A bright, sparkling purple.

Rosie gasped.

"Sora!" she cried, leaping into his arms. "Sora! I missed you so much!"

Lupin smiled at her. "Dumbledore told me that he was one of your teachers in New Zealand. Everyone, this is the Defence teacher, Professor Argenteus."

# So how exactly do you know him? #

Harry! It's Sora! My guardian! He's my guardian from Silontian!

AN: Sorry it's not longer, but this seemed the best place to finish it. Please review!