Chapter 18

Dumbledore quickly cast 'finite incantatum' on the boy.

But nothing happened.

Dumbledore looked puzzled, before glancing at the boy. The murderous look directed at Weasly nearly paralysed him in shock. He hadn't seen someone look so ready to kill another, except possibly Voldemort. Dumbledore shivered, something wasn't quite right.

"Harry! Release George Weasly!" he shouted.

Harry turned his gaze on him. "No." He said simply.

Dumbledore glared at him. "Do it now! Do I have to remind you that I am the only thing keeping you out of Azkaban boy!?"

Harry shook his head, once again averting his eyes to the floor. At times, he was afraid of what Dumbledore would see in his eyes; that it might give them away.

Harry felt the rage that had overwhelmed him begin to fade. Almost instantly, George quit convulsing, and screaming, but he continued to whimper as he felt the blood ran out his mouth.

Fred quivered on the floor where he was, pointing at Harry, whispering 'monster'.

Hermione lay in the floor, where she had collapsed shortly after performing the curse. She didn't realize at the time that tears where streaming down her face, her mind was stuck, thinking about what he would have done to her hadn't Harry stopped him. She didn't even realize that Harry had thrown him without his wand, and then held her curse on Weasly so that not even Dumbledore could remove it.

"I had my reason." Harry stated, before walking over to her. Dumbledore only watched as Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione, whispering in her hear, obviously trying to comfort her.

Dumbledore took a moment to access Weasly's injuries. The one not muttering like a nutcase. He found a dislocated jaw, concussion, cracked ribs, internal bleeding, broken arm, a fractured femur. On top of it all were the after-effects of the Cruciutous.

He turned to the boy behind him. "Boy, do you have any idea the damage you have done!" He seethed.

Harry just glared at the boy, still holding on to Hermione for dear life.

"Harry, what happened?" He finally asked.

"Glowing..." was all he got, but that was from the other boy behind him. Dumbledore veered around.

"What are you talking off?" He stared at the boy.

"He glowed! Potter!" He said, still pointing, and blinking rapidly. "I tried to do as you-" But before he could anything more he fainted out of shear exertion.

"Damn!" was all he could say. /he almost said too much.../

"He tried to rape her, Professor." At the words, he quickly whirled around back to face the boy. /it all leads back to him! I am starting to wish I never made him! Nevertheless, he might still be useful to me. But the girl is turning into his weakness... I will never fully have him back until she ceases to exist!/

"That gave you no right to inflict harm on another student, BOY!"

"It gave me every right!" Harry forced to words out hissing. "He's just lucky he didn't. Otherwise I would have killed him, I would not have held back. But that's not what you wanted to hear, was it, professor." He openly glared at the man in front of him.

Harry didn't miss what Fred Weasly had almost said though. He easily figured it out.

"You're responsible for this, Dumbledore." He simply stared at the man.

"I have no id-"

"Don't give me that." Harry muttered. "Don't even say it. I can't forgive George or you. I would forgive Ron for what he did to me before I take any more shit from either of you! I'll still help you fight Voldemort, but only because I hate him even more than I could possibly hate you for what he did to my parents." /Forgive me, Tom/

"I'm sending Hermione away." /Where you can't hurt her/ Harry lifted Hermione in his arms and left.



(the Room of Requirement)

"Hermione..." Harry gently rocked her. "You're ok. Nothing happened..." /You'll be ok/

"Why would he do that, Harry? He was our friend." She sobbed into his shoulder.

"I don't know, but I would like to get you out of here, as soon as I can. I don't want for him to try and hurt you again."

"I'm not an invalid, Harry! I can take care of myself." She growled. He may be her best friend, but she would not let him do this to her.

Harry looked at her sadly. "I know that, Hermione, but Dumbledore wants to use you against me. I won't let him get another chance. Please do this for me!" He held her close.

"I can help, and I will!" She turned an icy glare on him.

"You can! I don't think Lucius has been found. I wish I hadn't brought you here! I should have known that he would try something like this." Harry fidgeted.

"Harry?" Hermione lifted her head off his shoulder and glanced down. She was in his lap. Harry fidgeted again. "I'm not that heavy!" She muttered and pushed herself slightly off him to lighten the weight on him. "You didn't seem to have too much trouble when you had to carry me."

"Sorry. Adrenaline." He looked a bit sheepish that that had happened.

"You need to eat more. You're still as skinny as a rake." to emphasize the point she pocked him in the rib.

"I am eating more! Tom noticed back when my memory was gone and made sure I had three meals a day, or at least two meals and a snack. Whether I wanted to or not. I guess I just burn it off too quickly..." He blushed.

"Damn you. I would kill for your metabolism." Hermione continued to glare at him.

"Not when you find that your friends could easily squash you simply by sitting on you," he grumbled.

"I could tell that you had put on at least some muscle under tom's tutelage."

"Comes with being a death-eater."

"But you're not just any death-eater; you're practically the 'Dark Lord's' son. The man would do anything for you and you are related to him by Slytherin's blood."

"Yeah," Harry grumbled. He didn't like to think of what had happened. "Though, I still haven't quite found my Ravenclaw side, yet." Then he brightened. "You feel better?"

"A bit." She still looked a bit weepy and her eyes were red.

"You're still leaving." She groaned and fell back on the bed. "Seriously, I can't have you hurt, Hermione."

"I understand. I would do the same if it was you."

"You wouldn't get rid of me so easily."

"Harry..."

"What?"

"Shut up."

"Why does everyone tell me to shut up?" Harry whined.


Harry left with her late that night, so they would have time to make arrangements.

Hermione was not happy to be sent off, needless to say. In fact, she quite explicitly told him what she felt about it on there way to the train station. Dumbledore, curiously, didn't try to stop them from leaving.

"I know Hermione." he said for what felt like the fifteenth time.

"I will get you for this, Harry." She glared at him.

"I know."

"But I do still love you like a brother, Harry."

"I know. You still want to go back to the mansion."

"I so don't want to tell my parents about this. Yes I'm sure Harry." She stopped on the path suddenly and turned to hug Harry. "Don't do anything stupid when I'm gone. If you need help, leave. We'll find a different way to find Dumbledore's Journal. Don't get yourself killed over it." She muttered into his shoulder.

"Don't worry." He hugged her tighter. "I won't."

"Come back alive, Harry. Otherwise, I'll take up necromancy and make your afterlife a living hell. And I'm sure that Draco would like to finally get his Christmas present before you die."

"Yes, Hermione."

"Harry, you can let go now; I can't breathe."

"Oh, sorry." He released her. "I don't really want you to leave." He stared at her eye to eye. /I don't want to be alone again.../

"I know." With that, she kissed him on the cheek and continued on her own.


"Where is she?" The Headmaster whispered to Harry. They were seated at the teachers table at the head of the Great Hall. Professor McGonnagal sat beside him. Yesterday Dumbledore had to cancel Harry's and Hermione's classes, as they had disappeared for the rest of the day into their room.

"You don't need to know." Harry continued to eat.

"Couldn't you have worn something more appropriate, boy. You are supposed to be setting a good example for the students."

"No." Just to spite Dumbledore he had worn a pair low-rise of leather jeans, a black tank top and an open robe. And of course, those damned silver earrings!

/I only have to deal with him until Voldemort is Riddle is dead. Then the boy can follow.../ Dumbledore grumbled to himself. /yes, he will follow very quickly.../

"Are you ready for your class this time?"

"I was ready yesterday! That was your all fault." Harry continued to eat. Harry's nonchalance was really started to piss off Dumbledore.

"You should be careful who you trust, Potter. You have shown that you can be misled before. She would have gotten you hurt."

"I can choose for myself who I want around me."

"Including that Slytherin boyfriend of yours. Honestly, I do not know what is worst! You, falling for another boy, or you, falling for a Slytherin. Besides Miss Granger was obviously to far gone. She is on their side. I just didn't want to say that I knew until she was gone. She deserves anything she gets for associating with the Slytherins. If I had it my way all of the Slytherin house would be locked in Azkaban."

"I have a class to get ready for." Harry quickly left the room. He didn't know what he would have done if he had to listen to him any longer.


He decided as soon as the first years arrived why Severus enjoyed torturing his students so much. The students themselves were pure torture. /which may be why Dumbledore GAVE ME THIS JOB!/

"Everyone quiet!" He shouted over the class. "Less you want to have detention with filch for the rest of the school year. Weekends included." Scared shitless, the students quickly found their seats. He noted, with pleasure, that they were too scared to even move an inch. /Great! Slytherins and Gryffindors. Though it gives me an idea.../

"Everyone get up and sit with some one in the opposite class." After a moments hesitation they did as told, still completely silent. "Good. Now where I want for you to sit by the person beside you-"

Harry was interrupted when the door opened and chestnut-haired boy fell into the room. He glanced around to see if he had been noticed. The entire class was watching him. He ducked his head, blushing, and looked around for a place to sit.

"Stop!" He halted with dear-in-headlights look on his face. A braid revealed itself when he sharply turned to look at the professor. "Who are you?"

"Duo Maxwell." He whispered, even though he had already been caught.

"What house?"

"Slytherin."

Harry looked around to find a place for him to sit. There was an Asian looking boy in the back sitting by himself. He was the only one left. "What's your name and what house are you in?" He questioned the boy.

"Heero Yuy. Gryffindor." He openly glared at the longhaired boy standing at the door.

"Mr. Maxwell, I would like for you to sit with Mr. Yuy." He paled but he trudged over to his seat. "And if you're late again I'll give you a weeks worth of detention."

"As I was saying; you will be partnered with the person you're sitting beside for rest of the year." Groans were heard all over the room.

The rest of the class was fine up until "OUCH!!!"

Harry jerked his head up from where he had been looking over papers that Snape's temporary replacements had left. Turns out there was a whole stack of them locked in Severus' desk.

Harry saw that the sound had come from the back. Yuy had Maxwell's hair wrapped around his fist. Maxwell had his wand pointed at Yuy's chest, about to curse him. "Stop!" They both glanced at him before their eyes returned to glaring at each other. After a few more seconds Maxwell lowered his wand and Yuy released his hold.

"Who started this?!" Neither spoke refused to look at each other at each other. /Eleven year-olds! Was I this bad?/ "Fine. You both have detention with me this afternoon." /did I just volunteer to spend more time with them?!/

Luckily, nothing else happened for the rest of class.


"Potter! You're back." He turned to face a grinning Millicent Bulstrode. /isn't lunch right now?/

"Yes. I am standing here aren't I?"

"No need to be surly. I'm glad you're back. I've decided that you aren't so bad, keeping Draco as a lover."

"Me and Draco are no longer together." Harry couldn't admit that he and Draco hadn't broken up. It would be suspicious if he still dated someone who 'turned him over to the dark lord'.

"That's too bad. But that does make things better for me." She opened her robe to reveal an extremely small tube top and a skirt that could have been a belt.

"Bulstrode. I assure you, that does not turn me on. In fact, I'm going to retch if I have to look at you any longer. You're enough to turn a male completely gay and not look back, in fear of seeing your pug face. Now please close the robe and get to your seat." He stayed seated behind the desk, looking over still more papers! /incompetent teachers/ He was still trying to make sense of it all. /if they had no idea what they were doing they should have let SOMEONE ELSE do it!/

"But Haaaarry..." She whined. She tried to sit on the desk right in front of him. "We can see each other now that Draco isn't in the way. He can no longer hold back our love!" She let the robe slide of her should in a way that she apparently thought was sexy. "I know that you always wanted to come see me all those times you were in the dorms... I want yo-"

She was cut off when Harry, having had enough, abruptly pushed her off the side of the desk, only using a couple fingers as he was trying to touch her as little as possible. Luckily, she easily slipped of the edge.

"What the hell did you have to do that for!?" She cried as she picked herself up from the floor, trying to pull down where her 'skirt' had 'come up'. /it can't possibly go up any further.../

"Leave!" he finally got up and pointed her wand at him.

"But-" Millicent had tried to get closer to him.

"Leave."

"Fine. I will prove that you love only me, Harry. You will see!" She closes her robe a leaves in a huff, luckily just in time for the other students to arrive.

"What crawled up her ass, laid eggs and died?" Ethan Machigai asked him and the other Slytherins arrived. Harry and the Slytherins had gotten comfortable with each other in his and Hermione's time in the dungeons.

Harry snorted. "Besides being a slut?"

"She propositioned you?" He asked, incredulous, then looked thoughtful. "Well you don't look too bad, now that I think about it."

"Stick with your girlfriend, Ethan."

The rest took their seats while Ethan was talking. Ethan came up closer to the desk. "Where's Draco?" He whispered. Harry just shook his head. Ethan shrugged. "Well, it's good for her that he isn't here. He would have killed her for that."

Harry smirked. "Probably." The Gryffindors started coming in and Ethan went to his seat.

Once class got started things were pretty decent until Harry heard someone scream. "Dai-itami!" He ducked just in time as the spell broke the board behind him, then turned to see that it was Seamus.

"Seamus! What the hell are you doing?!" /bad day! bad, bad, day.../

"Did you really do it?" It looked like he had been crying. "Did you really kill Ron?!"

/What!/ "No!"

"But they told me you killed him." Dean and Neville where trying to pull him back down into his seat, but he refused to budge.

"Who? Fred and George?" Seamus continued to point his wand at him. "I didn't kill Ron, Seamus." /there are times I've seriously wanted to... but didn't!/ "I know we weren't exactly the best of friends when I left, but I wouldn't kill him!"

"Are you lying to me, Harry?" His glare wavered and he started to lower his wand.

"I give you my word. I promise I didn't kill Ron." Harry looked Seamus in the eye until he sat.

/enough for one day!/ "You know what? Class dismissed, it is almost time to leave, anyway."

The Gryffindors quickly left and the Slytherins left after sitting around for a few more minutes, talking with Harry, trying to figure out where he and the others had been.

Harry barely managed to get away without telling them anything important. After all they are Slytherins for a reason.


/great one more thing than I can finally go to bed!/

The detention with those two first years... and Harry was already exhausted! He had barely been able to stay awake long enough to teach the seventh year class. Yes, he had had to teach seven classes that day. All Gryffindor-Slytherin! And he had to take on the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws tomorrow. Not to mention that some of the potions were just plain confusing and he had to understand them perfectly before he taught them, so he could handle it when something nearly catastrophic happened. Even the seventh year potions! Moreover, he had no idea how he or the others were going to get to seventh year when none of them were taking any classes! Harry swore that Dumbledore had to have planned it this way, as actual classes for him were nowhere on his schedule! Not one!

But to get back to the point, Harry just hoped that by making the 1st year Slytherins and Gryffindors work together, now, he could stop, or at least lessen, some of the house rivalry between the two houses while they were still young. So they wouldn't have to go through what he did. Just think; what the 5th, 6th, and 7th years would do if they knew that him and Draco, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, were lovers! They had had a hard enough time when they only showed friendship towards one another!

Harry found himself drifting when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Sure enough, it was the Slytherin, Duo Maxwell who came first.

"Hiii!" /that kid is just too damn cheerful to be a Slytherin.../ Harry muttered to himself.

Soon enough the other, Heero Yuy came in, silent as usual. Immediately he turned an icy stare onto the oddly cheerful /hyper/ Slytherin.

"You're making the potion that you were supposed to have made in class." He told them, watching them closely to make sure they didn't do anything to each other. Not that it was likely as long as he had an eye on them.

"Ok!"

Heero just nodded, then returned to glaring at Duo.

/he really needs to get a knew hobby.../ "Good. Get started." He watched as they got their cauldrons and got started.

Then fell asleep.

And woke up to find the boys lip-locked. It was innocent enough, but…

"What is going on here?" he asked softly. They broke away from each other. Heero blushing, Duo with smug look on his face. /there's a change.../

"Nothing!" Duo exclaimed, still grinning. Heero smacked the back of his head. "Oww! I didn't say that you're nothing! I just... um." He blushed. Once again he was subjected to Heero's glare, but it didn't seem to have the same effect it usually had...

"Have you done anything more than kissing?" /gods this is getting embarrassing!/

"Like what?" Duo looked up at him with seemingly innocent eyes.

/oh thank the gods they haven't discovered sex... yet./

"Nothing! You'll figure it out when you're older." /hopefully much older!/

"So, again, what… happened here?"

"Nothing." To Harry's surprise Duo directed a glare at him, almost as serious as Yuy's.

Harry resisted rolling his eyes at the eleven year old. "Fine I won't tell anybody just don't get caught."

"We won't." He said, with surprising seriousness for an eleven year old.

"You may leave, now. Try not to get in to much trouble, ok?"

"Ok!" Duo's smile returned and he ran out the room, dragging the darker haired boy behind him.

/kids!/ he thought, for a moment forgetting that he was only sixteen himself.

Mumbling to himself, feeling weary, he quickly made his way back to the room.

Immediately he noticed the difference. He felt completely alone for the first time in six years. He was in the hands of someone who would kill him if he was aware that Harry knew his secret. His lover, friends, and family were gone, and if he attempted to contact them Dumbledore would suspect that he was working with 'the enemy'.

Sighing to himself, Harry began to think, as he didn't feel quite as tired as he had before his 'nap'. /Where could Dumbledore have left his journal?/ At the moment he didn't have a clue, less he could convince Dumbledore to give to him so he could 'destroy' it. But, that wouldn't work because he would probably want to destroy it himself. No, that couldn't happen. He would have to think of something else.


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