Harry Potter And The Walkers

by ENSIGN

Summary: After the events occurring in the Department Of Mysteries Harry Potter arrives “Home” at the Dursley’s where he gains something unexpected, new powers, at a price. OOTP spoilers. Super Power Harry. Haitus. My first and worst HP fic.

12. Go To Jail, Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Colle...

Title: Harry Potter And The Walkers

Author: ENSIGN

Betas: Ikono and Cyrano2.0

Chapter 11 – Go To Jail, Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect 40 Galleons

Author's Note:

Wow. This the first time I have placed an author's note at the beginning of the chapter. Firstly I would like to apologies for my very, very late and overdue chapter to you all. I have been slightly busy at university and my muse just kicked in for a new story I am on. So to somehow make up for this I have given ya all an extra, extra long chapter. Hope it somehow satisfies your fanfiction cravings.

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Harry Potter was probably going to have the best Hogwart's Potion's lesson of his life today. He had been informed by the Headmaster that due to Harry's escapade in Voldemort's Headquarters, the Death Eaters had to relocate. This of course meant a new mansion and thus new wards. Thus due to this, Snape had been called away, as most of the much more powerful wards required the presence of potions.

Thus sitting in for Snape today would be the Headmaster Professor Dumbledore himself. To say Hermione had been ecstatic would have been an understatement. The girl, as soon as she had heard the news had been going on and on about Albus Dumbledore being one of the century's most renowned experts on Alchemy.

Alchemy was a small branch of Potion's which actually included wand work and spell casting. Its main objective was to convert a substance from one form to another.

Harry shook his head as the Gryffindor prefect dragged him towards the dungeons. Unlike most times when Harry entered the Potion's lab, he now saw the students from the houses of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. No Slytherins. It would seem that word had gotten out in the house of snakes that their Professor wasn't going to be present today.

Being the cunning suspicious buggers that they were, they had probably figured the only other qualified Potion's Master in the school was the Headmaster. Thus they were reluctant to turn up. Much to the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs disappointment, they did show up, just before the bell rung.

Much whispering was flying around about what the lesson was going to be like. Some speculated that the Professor was going to spend the lesson telling those tales of his many adventures and others that the Professor was going to have idle chit chat with them. Not really surprising, it was the Slytherins that were the closest. They had suggested he was going to introduce them to the art of Alchemy.

The door to the Potion's classroom slammed open as a tall black figure walked in. Many of the non Slytherins held in silent groans, it was too good to be true. No matter what, Snape would never pass off teaching a Potion's class containing Harry Potter.

Harry himself was surprised. Not because of Snape being here, heck the slimy git was probably prostrating himself before Moldie Voldie at the moment. It was the Black robed figure standing before them that he was goggling at.

In all his glory stood Professor Dumbledore, dress in Snape's robes. He had even gone as far as dying his hair and beard black and having it greased.

The class as soon as they had realized this joined Harry in his goggling. A flash went off as one of the braver students produced a camera and snapped a photo. Harry knew that the kid would probably be set for life selling copies of that photo to the occupants of Hogwarts. Heck he didn't even think any one had seen Dumbledore wearing black before, much less get a photo of it.

"Welcome to Potion's class." Harry's illusionary eyes bugged as did his real ones. Dumbledore had even mimicked Snape's oily voice.

"Eeep!" One of the Hufflepuffs in the back finding this too much to take in had fainted.

"There would be no fainting in my classroom." Dumbledore shot an enervate at the girl. "I expect the best out of everyone. In this class I would be introducing you to the basics of Alchemy. I can teach you to transmute riches, conjure fame and even put a stopper on death." Dumbledore drawled in Snape's oily voice.

Harry was beginning to think this was Snape under the polyjuice potion until he saw the twinkling in the old man's eyes. 'He's enjoying this?' Harry turned to Hermione sitting beside him. The poor girl was in a frozen state of shock, her mouth hanging open in an "O" shape.

"Now the instructions are on page 256." Dumbledore waved his wand conjuring up books on every desk. "Today we shall attempt to reconstruct the structure of the element carbon with that of water and this yellow powder here." He gestured to the bowl of yellowish powder on the teacher's desk. Waving his wand, the cupboard behind him opened and lumps of coal flew to each person. "Now begin." He snapped and proceeded to stalk around the room in a very Snape like fashion.

'The man's really going all out on this imitate Snape thing isn't he.'

Not really knowing what to do the class had decided on treating this like a regular Snape lesson. The Slytherins were also subdued this time as it wasn't Snape teaching, but Dumbledore.

The only difference was that during his prowling Dumbledore had actually helped the students and didn't shoot off any snide or insulting remarks that Snape was so famous for.

After a while everyone got the idea of what Dumbledore was up to and the atmosphere in the classroom lightened up considerably.

By the end of the lesson everyone had finished the task set out in the book. The students each had a bowl of the now finished result. In the bowl of each student, were a number of translucent yellow orbs. Curious, some had taken to prodding them with their wands.

Harry felt like bonking his head upon the table at the moment. 'Of all the stupid inconceivable things.' He of course knew what those yellow orbs were.

He looked up to see the old geezer twinkling at him in mirth. Harry groaned and put his head in his hands.

"Well done everybody." Dumbledore's voice had suddenly turned back to normal. He clapped his hands once to gain the attention of the class. "You are all no doubt wondering what you have made there. Let me explain. The process that we did was the breakdown of the coal and water into singular carbon, hydrogen and oxygen atoms. We then reconstructed them into a much larger and complex molecule and with the presence of this powder we have created one of the most powerful objects of this world."

The students were now staring at the yellow orbs in great awe and reverence. Hermione, who Harry thought had figured it out, had a deep frown on her face.

"You have created…" Dumbledore paused to increase the suspense. Harry rolled his eyes at the Headmaster's flair for dramatics. "Lemon Drops. Yes you heard me right, lemon drops. A sweet so wonderful in taste, even I myself lose my thoughts in their lemony goodness."

The students now where downright shelled. Most were either staring at Dumbledore as if he had grown another head or at the candy. The school's gong decided to make itself known at this moment, interrupting Dumbledore's fun as it signaled the end of class.

"Well then, I guess this lesson's up. Go on now, collect your sweets and head for your next class." The Professor shooed them out of the room. The students still too shell shocked, just walked out without much comment.

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"You have to agree that it still was a brilliant transmutation exercise Harry." Hermione pestered.

"But lemon drops?" Ron said. "What use are they?"

"Only a person like Dumbledore would see the importance of transmutating coal and water into sugar." Harry deadpanned.

Ron and Harry were heading towards the Quidditch pitch for practice, Hermione as usual accompanied them, to watch. After the first tryouts Ron had immediately replaced the two beater positions and the one chaser one. Ginny had given up her place to Harry for chaser. The two new beaters were surprisingly the Creevrey brothers, Dennis and Colin and the third chaser was a third year named Philip Clearwater.

The first Quidditch match against Slytherin was to be next week just before the holidays and Ron had stepped up the team's training routine greatly. Harry and the rest soon found themselves running laps round the pitch instead of flying, not that it really tired him of course. As the seeker Harry didn't really need much practice in the sense of formations or tactics. His job was just to get the snitch, and thus he found himself just flying around for fun as his other teammates were playing out formations.

Waving at Hermione who had seated herself in the Gryffindor stands with a piece of homework, Harry kicked off leaving Ron to brief the rest of the team.

Releasing the snitch, he gave a few minutes to fly off and hide itself whilst he flew around performing complicated twists and turns, a few loop the loops and once in a while a small sharp dive. He had yet to pull off anything breath taking, yet.

Deciding he had given the snitch enough of a head start, Harry expanded his senses as much as he could. A multitude of information washed in as his mind processed it all at unthinkable speeds. Smells of the forbidden forest, sounds of Ron yelling at the team, the grumbles of the chasers as they reluctantly complied, even the sound of Hermione's quill scratching paper was heard.

'Damn, haven't done this in a while.' Harry mentally noted to tone down his powers during an actual match. 'Don't want to cheat now do I.' that and his brain might have fried itself from all the extra information during an actual match. Harry shuddered at the though of hearing a few hundred spectators yelling into his ears.

Pulling some of his powers into him he shrunk his sphere of awareness. He would now be completely aware of everything occurring in a fifty foot radius around him.

A small tingling sensation told him to duck. Loosening his grip, Harry allowed gravity to take its course as he spun upside down to avoid the incoming bludger. He felt a gust of wind and a whirling crackling sound as the missile shot by.

Turning in the direction the ball had come from, he saw Dennis waving at him. Harry shook his head and righted himself. The beaters had been instructed by Ron to take pot shots at everyone.

Suddenly he felt a small presence. It was fleeting, something had just brushed pass his field of sensory awareness. Violently twisting his head he saw the golden snitch shooting towards Ron who was blocking quaffles.

Leaning forwards, Harry dived. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the glowing orb, sounds blurred as he shot forwards at breakneck speed. He barely registered Hermione in the stands yelling at him.

He figured what she was on about as he tilted his head to avoid an incoming bludger.

Ron who had witnessed his approach had frozen in fear. Harry who was now only ten meters from the fluttering ball. It was hovering by his friend's ear. Pulling up strongly and pointing the broom towards the sky, Harry pushed the breaking limits of his Firebolt. Standing up, he took advantage of the broom's stability charms and catapulted himself off the broom. Forwards flipping in mid air he snatched the snitch as well as a few strands of red hair. Coming out of his roll he extended his left hand and grabbed hold of the middle goal post.

'Got it.' He smiled.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Someone shouted at him. Harry turned to see Hermione storming to the base of the goal post he was now hanging off. "WHAT IN THE DEVIL'S NAME WERE YOU TRYING TO PROVE!"

Harry rolled his eyes, it wasn't like he had done anything death defying, all he did was jump off his broom eighty feet up.

"That was bloody brilliant mate. My life just flew past my eyes." Ron congratulated as he flew to pick you the amused seeker. "Do it again."

"NO! HE WILL NOT BE DOING IT ANYTIME SOON RON!" Hermione stood beneath them one hand clutching Harry's fallen Firebolt, the other on her waist in a very Molly like fashion.

Harry could distantly hear the sniggering of the other flyers as they watched another famous Harry, Ron, Hermione argument.

'I'm never doing dives in front of Hermione again.' Harry promised to himself.

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"Alright now that everyone of you have been able to correctly siphon mana and shape spells with it. I'm stepping on to a new subject today." Harry held up his hand to forestall any protests. "I know what you are thinking. Most of you aren't good enough at it yet, but you are. I have already given each of you books on the types of spells you can master, all you need to do now is practice them in your free time." Harry gestured to the books some of the members had brought with them. "Since I have already taught you how to dissipate the mana safely you should have no problem. It's actually very simple. All you need is a good visualization of the spell's effects as you siphon the mana, then force the mana out and chuck it at the target. Of course you are all welcome to ask my help after the lesson if you are having problems. I'll be most willing to help out."

Harry was lecturing the DA members in the Room Of Requirements. Malfoy's group of Slytherins wasn't present as were some of the Professors. Harry had already taught the teachers and students all they needed to know about mana based spells.

The Slytherins, he had in the early hours of the morning. The Slytherins, especially Draco had an image to keep up of course. They couldn't be seen sneaking out at the same time the DA had its regular meetings.

Harry mentally smirked. Being a Walker sure had its advantages. Only with the level of power granted to a Walker had it been possible for him to teach the DA members and Professors mana channeling as fast as he did. Normally mages had to undergo years of training to just form and widen their body's magical channels. As wizards, they already had magical channels present. He had just forced them bigger with a ritual.

"Now, we will be moving on to methods of dueling." Harry said as he paced the front of the room. Concentrating on what he wanted the room complied by suddenly expanding.

The students and Professors seated were moved away from him as the floor shifted. The floor in the middle of the room sunk downwards to form a full dueling arena. Seats and benches popped into existence allowing the spectators a clear view.

Vaulting over the stands, Harry jumped into the sunken arena floor. The students and Professors who had found themselves cushion-less, had seated themselves around the room.

Harry cleared his throat for attention. He got it. "Now, as I was saying. I will be going over some dueling tactics that I, over the years have found very useful. Some of these techniques will be frowned upon and some will be downright stupid, however." Harry paused in a warning tone, "When it comes to survival, anything goes." Harry let that thought sink in.

"Firstly I will be teaching you all these methods by demonstration. So when I call your name, please come down." Harry looked around him. Some members of the Order had decided to attend his lessons and Remus, Tonks and Alastor Moody had been some of the most frequent. Said werewolf at the moment was looking at him with keen interest.

"Would Professor Flitwick please come over?" Harry called out smiling. Whispers were heard, Harry guessed it must have something to do with the tiny Professor being a champion dueler during his youth.

The gnome like man approached him and drew his wand. "Hello Professor, just a one on one duel, last one standing wins ok?"

"Of course, dear boy, always wanted to have a duel with you. I take it we aren't summoning our avatars?" The Charm's Master asked.

Harry nodded. "That and no unforgivables, also please refrain from anything too permanent. I don't want to end up in the hospital wing. Once a year is already enough for me."

Some in the audience laughed at the joke. After his last visit to the dreaded medicinal realm Madam Pomfrey had decided to set up a private room for him. Harry hadn't yet seen the room, but he had heard it came complete with perfect view of the Quidditch pitch, desk, couches for visitors and all.

The Professor smiled as he took ten steps back. Both duelers held their wands before their face and bowed. "Albus? If you would please?" Harry said.

"Very well." The Headmaster stood and called out, "BEGIN!"

Straight away Harry had to duck a stunner. As small and harmless as he looked, the small Professor really was a force to be reckoned with. Harry watched as his opponent rapped himself on his head, and became invisible. No, not invisible, Harry was able to see a blur.

'Disillusionment spell.' Harry thought as he fired a stunner at the blur.

"Rule number one. Never underestimate your opponent." Harry called out to the students as he jumped to the left. "Rule number two. Accio!" Harry called out loudly and a thump was heard before him, before him the Professor reappeared, the disillusionment spell fizzling out. "Use your opponent's weakness against him. Accio Flitwick!" Harry called out causing the man to fall forwards again as he attempted to stand.

"Accio Glasses!" The Professor summoned Harry's glasses from his face hoping to use Harry's bad eyesight to his advantage.

"Very good Professor. However, Stupefy!" Harry fired it accurately at the Professor. "Rule three, make your opponent underestimate you. I don't need glasses Professor." Harry confessed as he blocked another spell.

"Prevento Accio!" Flitwick cast a protection against the summoning charm on himself. Harry merely raised an eyebrow.

"Accio Shoe!" Again the Professor fell as Harry summoned his shoe. "Rule four, there are more than one ways to do a task."

"Prevento Accio Totalus!" The Professor was completely protected now. "Accio…" The man paused as he saw Harry's boots were dragon hide and therefore magic resistant, "Wand!" He finished.

Immediately Harry's wand was ripped from his grip. "Excellent. See Professor Flitwick has caught on as well. Most wizards don't have a firm grip on their wand as they find it gets in the way of certain wand maneuvers."

Apparently the Charm's Master had some tricks of his own, as he soon demonstrated. "Lumos!" His wand lit up like a search light and he aim it at Harry's eyes.

Blinded Harry instinctively ducked as a stunner whizzed pass.

"Rule five, lumos acts as a target sight as well as blinds your opponent." Flitwick supplied as he fired a kindling spell at his student. Harry smiled and wandlessly countered the glaring light with a darkness hex on himself.

Harry summoned his wand back to him and shouted, "Evanesco!" It was impossible to vanish wands but that wasn't the case when it came to their handles. Flitwick fumbled slightly as he lost hold of his wand. It was all the time Harry needed to stun him.

Harry walked over to the man and woke him up. "Alright there Sir?"

"Never better Mr. Potter, never better. My behind has become rather insensitive after falling down all these years." The Professor squeaked. Harry laughed together with the man.

Both bowed to each other as the spectators clapped. Flitwick shook Harry's hand as he requested a rematch sometime in the near future, before returning to his seat a content smile on his face.

Harry smiled and resumed his lecture. "As you have no doubt seen the usefulness of the summoning charm and its counter. If you are unable to hit an opponent with a curse. Whether if it's due to a strong shield or they are nimble, cast a summoning charm on them. Usually it wouldn't cause someone to fall as badly as Professor Flitwick but only trip them. However, like I said, use your opponent's weakness against him. Care to elaborate? Anyone?"

Surprisingly it was the Professor who raised his hand. "I had two weaknesses. Firstly was my overconfidence as a champion dueler and second was my small size which caused to summoning charm to have a stronger effect on me."

"Bingo." Harry said. "Are there anymore ways I could have utilized the charm?"

A few hands went up. "You there. Daphne Wormwood?" Harry pointed at a Ravenclaw fourth year.

The girl blushed at Harry remembering her name. "Erm… you could have summoned an object and caused it to fly into him." The girl supplied shyly.

"Excellent Daphne. Anymore anyone?"

Most hands dropped except one. Harry looked a bit surprised. It was Moody's hand.

"Er. Yes Professor?"

"Never was a Professor, Potter. Anyhow, if one puts enough power behind it and aims directly at it. You could shock a person's heart into stopping." Moody growled.

Gasps were heard amount the students. Harry winced at Moody's slightly sadistic nature. Knowing old Mad Eye, he had probably experienced it himself. "Thank you Sir." The ex auror nodded ignoring the fearful looks.

"Now I think another duel is in order. Could Ronald Weasley please come here?" Harry said eyes twinkling at his best friend.

Ron looked rather pale at the prospect of dueling Harry. Still he chocked up his Gryffindor courage and approached the arena. "Same rules, ok?" Ron nodded and took his position. Both bowed and Dumbledore called the start.

Unlike Flitwick, Ron's spellcasting was considerably much more inaccurate and slower in comparison. "Rule six, simple spells may be easy to cast, but they only help you buy time, not take out an opponent." Harry said as he pelted Ron with a string of hexes, curses and charms.

"Poke!" Harry said as he dance away from a hex. Harry's spell must have confused Ron as he paused in mid incantation, a look of disbelief on his face.

The poke charm was as its incantation implied, a poking charm. Known by all Hogwarts student and frequently used to wake up a stubborn house mate. It was completely harmless, as all it did was give a soft jab at the point of impact.

Ron of course having had this spell used on him a number of times allowed the familiar spell to hit him.

"Poke!" Harry cast again. Ron was yet again stumped. What in the world was Harry playing at. Again he let the red spell hit him harmlessly.

"Poke! Poke! Poke! Poke! Poke!" Harry repetitively cast. Ron, like the rest of the crowd finally believing that his best mate had lost it, decided to ignore the charm and stun him.

Harry just avoided the curse and again cast, "Poke! Poke! Poke!" the three jets of red light hit Ron.

"Poke! Poke! Poke! Poke!" Ron already used to the irritating spell allow them to hit him as he prepared to used his sister's famous bat bogey hex.

Imagine, Ron's and the spectators surprise when he was blasted across the room when the final Poke spell hit him.

"Rule seven, surprise is of the essence, used it." Harry lowered his wand smiling at his friend.

"Bloody hell! That wasn't a poke, that was a Merlin be damned punch!" Ron said slightly winded from across the room. The crowd agreed with him. Harry simply raised an eyebrow. Dumbledore was smiling at him with a supreme twinkle in his eye.

"Did I say it was a poke charm? All I said was poke. Rule eight, never take things for granted, use a shield charm. I said poke four times but I only cast it trice. The fourth spell was an Expelliarmus, I whispered it, then said poke" Harry said as he tossed Ron his wand back. "Sorry mate."

"No need Harry, I let my guard down."

Harry turned to the audience. "Had Ron set up a basic shield charm he would have deflected the disarming hex and only been hit by the harmless pokes. Trick your opponents, both the disarming and poke charm has the same color." Harry looked back at Ron. "Again?"

"Definitely." Ron said moving into place.

"BEGIN!"

Immediately Ron had placed himself under the anti summoning charm, erected a shield and had tried to stun Harry. Harry anticipating this, just stepped out of the way. A mischievous grin not unlike the Weasley twins came on his face.

"Poke!" Ron stood his ground knowing that Harry had definitely used the poking charm this time. What he was not aware off, was where Harry was aiming it.

Almost instantly every male in the audience cringed seemingly feeling Ron's pain. Harry stared at his Quidditch captain with an apologetic look. He hadn't expected Ron to stay put.

At that moment Ron had other thoughts on his mind. Actually loss of thoughts was more like it. Harry's poking charm had hit him right where the sun didn't shine.

"What the hell was that for, ya blooming wanker!" Ron cocked out. No body really wanted to chastise him for swearing, it really was a low blow, literally.

On hearing that comment, most of the female population had burst out in laughter. Harry seeing his friend was really in pain, cast a particular painkilling charm on him and helped pull him to his seat.

Harry slowly led him back to the stands continuously apologizing. Ron for once showing some maturity, didn't sock Harry one, but instead said it was his fault for not moving.

Seeing that Ron was no longer in danger of losing his manhood Harry said his ninth rule, "Don't underestimate spells. Even the most seasoned auror still makes mistakes."

"Now for our final demonstration tonight I call Albus Dumbledore." Harry said opening his hands wide in a gesture of greeting.

Dumbledore had that all knowing look on his face as he smiled, "Of course, dear boy. Merlin knows, I need a workout every once in a while." Whispers and conversations had started to fill the large room as the supposed greatest wizard of the 20th century proceeded to duel.

"Same rules Sir." Harry said assuming a dueling pose. Dumbledore likewise followed suit. Harry knew he had to be careful. Dumbledore as he knew duel in a very unorthodox way as well. He had already seen a duel where the Headmaster had used animation to help him. There was no telling what tricks the old man had up his sleeves.

The dueling techniques of Dumbledore were a complete opposite of Voldemort's. Where Dumbledore mainly used transfigured and animated objects to defend and once in a while sneak in a spell, The Dark Wanker went all out offensive. Voldemort preferred simply hurling the killing curse, cruciatus, and other destructive attacks, he only had three methods of defense. One, conjuring or summoning anything to block an unforgivable, secondly, a powerful and draining shield spell and last of all apparation.

"Minerva if you would?" Dumbledore asked.

"BEGIN!" McGonagall shouted and the duel begun.

Both men had already launched five spells at each other before the first two seconds. There was no point in trying to summon any of the old wizard's things as he no doubt already had a counter spell in place.

"Engorgio!" Harry pointed slightly to the right of the Headmaster's shoe. As expected Dumbledore was caught slightly off guard as he stepped away to the right and directly into the path of the spell. It connected with his left shoe causing it to swell to the size of clown ones. Dumbledore stumbled slightly before regaining his balance.

"Always wanted to join the circus Harry." Dumbledore joked in a joyful tone. "Conjuro!" Harry's eyes widened as he found a snowball flying at him.

"Waddiwassi" Harry remembered this spell from his third year. It had been the first spell Remus had shown his class. The snowball that had been heading towards him slowed to a stop and soared back at its owner.

Dumbledore tilted his head avoiding the piece of ice and shot three spells way of target to Harry's right. Harry realizing this was done on purpose did a fast head check and saw what was behind him.

'Oh no.' Harry thought out loud. "You have got to be kidding me." Behind him floated a full length mirror, and from the looks of it, Harry had a perfect view of Dumbledore in it. 'If you see him, he sees you.'

Dumbledore took advantage and fired off two more spells, one at Harry and the other at his reflection in the mirror. This had the effect of two spell flying at him in two directions.

'Damn, damn, damn.' Harry swore internally as he tried to block rapid fire spells from two directions at once. Out of the corner of his eye he saw another mirror being erected.

"No way!" Harry said in disbelief. 'Think idiot, think. The mirror reflects spells. Would use it against Dumbledore as well, except the spells would be from one direction.' Harry was currently dueling with his back to the headmaster. To Harry's irritation, moving out of the way didn't work. The mirrors shifted to accommodate his evasion. "Damn." Harry swore out loud as he was pushed back only defending himself now.

"Oh. Why not Harry, you did want to make this duel as interesting as possible. Remember no powerful spells. Rule ten, be as creative as possible, mirror with reflection shield charm." Dumbledore spoke offering his advise as well.

Harry suddenly had an idea. Flicking his wand, he summoned a rock, ducking and spinning to avoid two curses he levitated the rock.

Dumbledore smiled as he saw what Harry did. The boy had started using the rock in the form as a protective guard. It levitated around him intercepting some of the curses.

"Rule eleven, Stupefy, try what I'm doing." Harry quickly shouted, trying to lecture and concentrate at the same time.

In no time at all, Dumbledore had seven mirrors hovering around the arena and Harry nine floating rocks. By now Harry had enough defenses and started sending back spells, both at the mirrored Dumbledore and the actual one. It seemed both wizards had reached a stalemate. Harry intercepted curses, using his rocks while sending his own back. Dumbledore tilting the mirrors off course while maneuvering the others to face Harry and at the same time firing curses at his student.

Harry, getting frustrated, had started sending countless spells that were meant to hinder at all the mirrors. Dumbledore followed suit. Soon the dueling area had spells ricocheting off the walls in unknown directions. Both duelists were doing well in dodging the stray spells and at the same time firing much stronger ones at each other.

The spectators looked on in awe and reverence as the dueling arena soon became a light show of whirling spells, concussive hexes and exploding tiles.

Harry sent a tripping hex at the old man but was thwarted when the wizened wizard conjured a flock of bluebirds to both intercept the spell and pester Harry.

Harry waved his wand transfiguring the birds into globs of oil. Banishing them towards the Headmaster's area of the arena he dodged another jet of red light.

Dumbledore who had jumped out of the way of one of his earlier cast tickling charms rebounding on him, hadn't seen the oil covered section of floor. Harry thought he had somehow won when the wizard slip.

Showing unnatural dexterity and flexibility for someone his age, Dumbledore corrected his fall with a one handed back flip. Eyes bugged in the audience at that sight.

"Ferula!" Dumbledore called out. The spell went wide to Harry's left.

Harry frowned as he returned a spell of his own. Suddenly he caught something out of the corner of his eyes. Trusting his instincts he jumped out of the way. Whatever it was it caught him on the legs. Suddenly he found his legs in tight bandages. 'Clever.' Dumbledore had missed on purpose and had planned for the spell to bounce back at Harry.

Harry in his restricted state almost got caught in another of the Headmaster's curses but intercepted with one of his rocks. Pointing his wand at the spell he vanished the linen binding him. Lashing his wand he set the previous oil on the floor on fire. Harry watched in satisfaction as the fire spread along the ground cashing after the Headmaster.

Seeing Harry's sudden obsession with flame the Headmaster extinguished the fire and waved his wand in a complex manner. Harry frowned when no result was apparent. Dumbledore threw a smirk at Harry.

The green eyed boy suddenly looked suspicious, Dumbledore just smirked, the Headmaster never smirked. This immediately put him on guard.

Damn well he did, as the man gathered his power to let loose a small spark. Everyone's eyes widened considerably as the small spark ignited rapidly, fueled by an unknown factor. In less than a few seconds the whole arena was a raging inferno. The other's watched with hanging jaws as Dumbledore stood still chanting under his breath, the firestorm engulfing everything but himself.

Suddenly as fast at it started, the fire died out to reveal a scowling Harry Potter, his robes smoldering at its corners.

"Cute, Albus, cute. Transfigure the air now shall we. A bit of a pyromaniac now aren't we?"

"Of course Harry, I see you dealt with that just fine." Dumbledore smiled.

Harry looked slowly around, aware the man had something up his sleeve. All the mirrors had shattered and his stones melted, the ground itself, except for a small circle around the headmaster had turned to glass.

The two wizards stared each other down. The friendly duel had somehow elevated to a full out battle for control.

"Fuck me." The two twisted sharply, suddenly aware they had an audience. Draco who now had made that comment was now turning a nice pink color as he felt multiple eyes on him.

Dumbledore had suddenly gotten a weird look on his face. He had conjured a rock and had started muttering under his breath. Harry tried to interrupt the man but failed as his spell bounced off a shield. The continuation of the duel tore the audience away from Draco and back to the arena.

In a flash of light Dumbledore's spell was complete.

Harry nearly choked at what the Headmaster had done. He had trouble concentrating and could see Ron in the audience practically drooling. Harry wasn't sure if Dumbledore was trying to distract him by conjuring a scantily clad woman clothed in tight leather or just being his eccentric self. If he wasn't distracting Harry, he sure was affecting the rest of the male population. Curse his male hormones and him being in a sixteen year old body.

Then again Dumbledore always did find a small bit of harmless chaos amusing.

'Perverted old geezer.' Harry thought as he vanished the girl. This action was met with groans from the male population.

"ENOUGH!" The duel was interrupted by a shout from the Deputy Headmistress who was at the moment shooting a death glare at Harry's opponent.

"Oh my, I guess I shouldn't have done that last one?" Dumbledore said ignoring a few more dark looks from the female population. "Guess we call this a draw Harry. Goodnight." That said, the Headmaster suddenly vanished. No doubt to escape the wrath of the Transfiguration Professor.

Harry just laughed as McGonagall ran out the room talking about irresponsible teachers. Deciding that he had shown the DA enough, dismissed the class telling them to try thinking up ways of incapacitating an opponent without actually making spell contact with them.

The students left all taking loudly about the last duel. Harry groaned slightly as he felt them shooting him looks.

"You know what mate. After that duel, I'll never see Transfiguration classes the same way again. You think Dumbledore would teach me that last spell?" Ron commented as he approached Harry.

XXXXX

It was five days later during breakfast when Harry suddenly felt that it wasn't going to be that good a day. Firstly the rumors about his duel with the Headmaster hadn't died down, as a matter of fact they had gotten worse. During his duel he had now somehow summoned a dragon to battle the Headmaster.

The first and second years looked at him somewhat as a god. They would freeze up and look at him in awe and worship as he passed them in the corridors.

Snape was back, enough said.

There were rumors of a Harry Potter fan club being made.

Harry definitely knew today wasn't going to be good. At least Ginny was still stalking him and the Gryffindor Slytherin Quidditch match was tomorrow.

'Perfect, just perfect.' The Minister Of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge himself stormed in followed by no less than fifteen aurors. Harry had the definite impression that this was not a social call.

"Look who's here guys." Harry said as he jerked his fork at the doors, whilst resisting the urge to hit head on the table.

"Why do I get the feeling that they are here for you Harry?" Hermione said rolling her eyes.

"As Snape always insists, the world revolves around me. Funny how I'm starting to believe him." Harry said again.

"I'll take that as a yes." Hermione went back to reading her book. After all the events this year so far, Harry's friends had learnt that nothing much really surprised Harry anymore. What ever it was, would probably be concluded by the end of the day.

Harry calmly shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his porridge, trying to ignore the Minister.

"Just be back tomorrow morning Harry. We have Slytherin tomorrow, just be sure to turn up. We do need someone to catch the snitch." Ron joked as he speared another sausage.

"I'll bare that in mind Ron."

Albus Dumbledore at the head table frowned slightly before quickly covering it up with a smile. "Ah, Cornelius, welcome. Welcome to Hogwarts, what brings you here on this fine morning." He greeted as he moved towards the party of guests.

"Stay out of this Dumbledore." The Minister said with a hostile smile. "This is Ministry business."

"Oh, but I believe I do, you see, you and your aurors are on my school grounds." Dumbledore countered.

"Very well, we are here for the arrest of Harry James Potter." Fudge said out loud with a smirk on his face. Gasps of disbelief were heard throughout the hall. Harry could obviously see the grins on some of the Slytherin faces. Oddly, Harry could only see a neutral look on Malfoy's face.

"On what charges?" Dumbledore demanded drawing to his full height and staring down the contingent of aurors.

"None of your business Dumbledore, as a member of the Wizengamot you will find out during his trial." Fudge snapped.

"However it is my business." A voice behind the group caused all of them to jump. Dumbledore took a step back. He no doubt wanted to see how this was going to work out.

The group had immediately turned around to find Harry Potter himself looking at them with a raised eyebrow. "If I am going to be arrested Fudge, I believe the law states that I know the reason."

"That's Minister Fudge to you Mr. Potter." Fudge said in a superior tone. Harry merely raised his eyebrow higher in disbelief at the man's pomposity.

"Well? I'm waiting." Harry said tapping his foot.

Fudge motioned, and one of the aurors behind him stepped forward. The auror unrolled a length of parchment from which he read from. "Harry James Potter. You are under arrest for the use of Dark Arts, use of the unforgivables and murder of twenty eight wizards. You have the right to…"

"Hmm… I vaguely remembered it being higher and all of them Death Eaters." Harry muttered. The auror glared at him. 'Must be on Fudge's payroll.'

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used in a trial. You have the right to an attorney. You will be kept in a Ministry holding cell until the date of your trial which will take place tomorrow morning. Do you understand these rights." The auror finished.

Harry looked at the other aurors who were giving him apologetic looks. "Yes I do." Harry said.

"Excellent, men." Fudge spoke and the aurors proceeded to place manacles on Harry's hands and removed his wand.

Harry frowned. "Aren't you forgetting something gentlemen?" Harry said as he pulled out his black wand. 'Idiots. Assuming I only carry a wand."

"Ah ha. Illegal possession of a second wand as well, Mr. Potter." Fudge cried out in glee. He was going to get more ammo to use against Potter now.

Harry just rolled his eyes. "Shall we be going now?" He gave a wink at Dumbledore before he was led out of the Great Hall at wandpoint.

Dumbledore smiled. Harry, no doubt had something up his sleeve for this. Now he just needed to calm down the students. He couldn't wait to hear all the rumors that were going to sprout from this. Who ever said teaching was boring.

XXXXX

Six hundred and seventy six bottles of beer on the wall,

That's six hundred and seventy six bottles of beer,

If one bottle of beer fell off,

That's six hundred and seventy five bottles of beer on the wall.

Six hundred and seventy five bottles of beer on the wall,

That's six hundred and seventy five bottles of beer,

If one bottle of beer fell off,

That's six hundred and seventy four bottles of beer on the wall.

Six hundred and seventy four bottles of beer on the wall,

That's six hundred and seventy four bottles of beer,

If one bottle of beer fell off,

That's six hundred and seventy three bottles of beer on the wall.

Six hundred and seventy two bottles of…

"Mr. Potter." A voice greeted Harry from outside his cell door.

Harry paused his singing. "Is he gone yet?" Harry had been referring to the auror who had arrested him earlier in the morning. Fudge who had wanted Harry monitored, in case he tried to escape, had appointed his "loyal" auror to guard Harry.

Of course having nothing much to do in a small holding cell, Harry had taken to singing the beer bottle song. This had of course irritated the auror to no ends as he could do nothing about it. The man had tried to use silencing spells, but the bars of the cells were charmed against magic.

"Yes he is. He came to me actually, asked me to sit in for him." The new guard spoke.

"Good."

"I take it you didn't like Harrison?"

"The Fudge's arse kissing auror?" Harry said in curiosity.

The guard chuckled. "Yeah. Most of us don't like him as well. He and three others are Fudge's auror bodyguards. We in the department don't really like them much. Corrupted they all are."

"Really?"

"Definitely, I myself think Fudge's an idiot. Always has been, always will be."

"True." Harry nodded in agreement as he turned around to look at his new guard. The man was sitting on a chair opposite Harry's holding cell. Harry took a moment to analyze the man.

He wore the traditional grey and blue robes of the Department Of Law Enforcement, his had a mustache and sandy brown hair. Harry noted the man's Dumbledore like face structure right down to the slightly crocked nose and twinkling blue eyes.

"You wouldn't happen to be related to Albus Dumbledore are you?" Harry asked curious.

"Actually I am. He's my great, great, grand uncle twice removed. You're the first to ask me really." The man seemed a bit surprised.

Harry shrugged. "Explains your twinkling eye." He pointed out.

The auror nodded in agreement. "Name's Alfred Wingginton, auror second class, third rank. I hope we could have met under different circumstances." The auror stood and put his hand through the bars.

Harry got up and took the offered hand. "Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, and all that other rot. Pleased to meet you."

After that Harry and Alfred talked about quidditch, Hogwarts and the differences between the Muggle and Wizarding worlds. When his shift was up Alfred promised that he would try to get another non Fudge supporter to watch Harry's cell. He had just in case, told Harry what the other three aurors looked like.

It was around ten at night when Harry received a visitor.

"You seem to be enjoying the Ministry's hospitality Harry." Dumbledore spoke, interrupting a political conversation between Harry and his new guard.

"Professor." Both Harry and the auror greeted standing up.

"Hello. Mr. Miles. Harry." Dumbledore said conjuring up an armchair.

"You wouldn't happen to have a "Get out of jail free" card would you Professor?" Harry inquired as the auror who was obviously a pureblood, looked on in confusion at the request.

"Alas I don't Harry. It also looks like you wouldn't be able to roll doubles or pay 200 dollars to get out of here either."

"No Headmaster, I believe they take Galleons here and I believe Fudge wouldn't want me out on bail either.

"I think I'll leave you two alone for awhile." Miles said as he made to go get a cup of coffee.

Once the auror was out of sight Dumbledore erected a few silencing wards.

"My first watcher would have giving anything to learn those wards Professor." Harry said smirking.

Dumbledore looked curious for a moment. "And why would your first watcher require the aid of silencing wards, Harry?"

"He only knew charms, the bars don't restrict wards. That and I was singing the beer bottle song."

"Really?" Dumbledore looked excited. "What number did you get down to?"

"Started at a thousand and got down to six hundred and seventy two." Harry said proudly.

Dumbledore stroked his beard looking impressed. "That's three hundred and twenty eight broken bottles Harry."

"So how's everyone back at Hogwarts?" Harry decided to change the subject.

"Your friends are doing fine, although Mr. Weasley had made a few threats on you if you don't return in time to catch the snitch tomorrow."

"Ron's a fanatic. He's almost as bad as Oliver."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Your group of friends seem to be taking it well, Miss Granger however has been trying to convince the student body to sign a petition to have you released."

"Can you do that?" Harry wondered.

"I don't think so Harry." Dumbledore stated, Harry just shrugged. "I take it you already know what you are going to do tomorrow, so I won't be offering my assistance as your barrister."

Harry gave a sly grin. "Trust me. When this is over, we are going to need a new Minister Of Magic."

"Very Slytherin of you Harry." Dumbledore said.

"From you Professor, I'll take that as a compliment. You were one after all." Harry said grinning.

Dumbledore looked surprised for a minute. "Now, now Harry, don't go spreading that around. Don't want the students dying from shock, do we?"

"No, we don't Headmaster."

Dumbledore cleared his throat "Well then Harry I best get going. Hogwarts calls you know."

Miles chose this moment to reappear. "Thank you for the privacy Mr. Miles." Dumbledore said as he shook the man's hand again.

"What? I was here the whole time." The auror winked.

XXXXX

Harry Potter, The Next Dark Lord?

Just this morning the Ministry Of Magic released a shocking bit of information; Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived is going to stand a full Wizengamot trial.

Mr. Potter who was reported to have saved the lives of many aurors, hit wizards and civilians during the battle of Diagon Alley a week ago, had done so using a multitude of dark magic spells including the unforgivables.

At the end he was reported by several eye witnesses that he had dueled against the Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange. During this duel, Potter had indulged in the use of several powerful dark arts including what those present assumed was a dark soul draining ritual. Nothing is known about the ritual Potter had used, but the victim, his opponent Bellatrix Lestrange was reported by mediwizards to have shown the same signs of a victim of the dementor's kiss.

Harry Potter was arrested yesterday at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry during breakfast and is currently being held in a Ministry cell. At present the charges against Mr. Potter are as follows:

At this point Harry crunched up the morning copy of his Daily Prophet and muttered, "No news travels faster than bad news."

"Mr. Potter. It is time for your trial." A voice spoke from outside the cell.

Harry looked up from his crumpled paper to see all four of Fudges personnel aurors waiting to escort him.

XXXXX

He was ushered into the courtroom quickly, although no one dared touch him, it didn't stop them from prodding him in at wand point. This time, unlike his last Hogwart's memory of a courtroom session, there was a load more people. Most of them reporters of course.

Harry alertly noted that Rita Skeeter was not among the mix of pests. With her publishing Harry's article in the past year of this timeline it was obvious that Fudge didn't want her anywhere near Harry.

'And I had such a good exclusive interview for her too.' Harry joked in his mind.

The Wizengamot, Minister Fudge, Amelia Bones and a toad was staring at him with varied expressions.

'Toad? What is that thing still doing in office?' Harry sneered slightly overcame the look of fear he had falsely put up. 'Delirious Uber-Bitch.'

Dumbledore, who Harry noted was missing, had yet to show up. The Minister had a look of triumph upon his face, Amelia Bones remained impassive like most of the Wizengamot,

Harry was forced down into the usual chair in the middle of the room, not much to his surprise the chains that decorated the chair wrapped and bound him securely.

"What's with the chains, Fudgy." Harry asked mimicking his undersecretary's overly sugared voice.

"Look at how haughty he acts." Fudge said to the wizard on his right as he tried to further sink Harry's reputation into the ground.

"Mr. Potter." Amelia Bones who was the presiding judge addressed him calmly. Harry didn't answer, only giving small nods of recognition to those he thought deserved it. He nodded at a few of the members of the Wizengamot, mostly those that had voted in his favor the past year and Madam Bones out of respect of her putting up with Fudge.

"You are here today standing charges on the use of illegal dark arts, the use of the unforgivables, the murder of twenty eight wizards and the possession of a second wand. How do you plead?" Madam Bones called out in a neutral voice,

"Actually twenty five of them were wizards and the remaining three were witches." Harry interrupted.

"So you're admitting you did commit those crimes?" Fudge asked gleefully.

"No, I am not you bumbling idiot. I was merely stating the truth." Harry said scathingly.

The Minister for a moment seemed shocked at being insulted in front of a whole crowd and there were whispers among the reporters.

"Silence in the court." Madam Bones said as she slammed the gaavel down, dispelling the whispers before they got out of control.

"Now as I was saying before Mr. Potter. How do you plead?" She said giving Fudge a glare that said she silently agreed with Harry's description of the Minister.

"Guilty, guilty, not guilty and not guilty." Harry stated nonchalantly.

"Ah ha!" Fudge jumped out of his chair with a finger pointed at the Walker. "I knew he did it, cart him off to Azkaban."

"Minister, if you would please sit down." Madam Bones said fiercely. "Mr. Potter here hasn't admitted to the murder of those twenty eight individuals as well as possession of a second wand."

"Where's Professor Dumbledore, a full Wizengamot must include every last member?" Harry announced.

Fudge sneered. "Due to his involvement as your Headmaster he is not allowed to attend this hearing, therefore my Undersecretary Miss. Umbridge is replacing him temporarily."

"I see." Harry said.

"Now Mr. Potter as you have already admitted to the use of dark arts and the use of the unforgivables. We will proceed with the murder of the twenty eight people you are accused of. Do you wish to be administered Veritaserum during your questioning?"

"Definitely." Harry said as the Ministry's Potion's Master proceeded to place three drops on his tongue.

Letting himself fall to the effects of the Potion, Harry's eyes became cloudy as a dazed look came over his features.

"Please state your name." Amelia Bones started the questioning.

"Harry James Potter."

"Please state your date of birth."

"July 31st 1981." Came Harry's emotionless answer.

"Were you involved in the killing of twenty eight individuals during the attack on Diagon Alley on October 31st?" Fudge accused.

"I was involved in the defense of Diagon Alley on October 31st. During the battle I was forced to use what the Ministry considers Dark Arts and unforgivables on the Death Eaters that I have killed." Harry spoke.

There were gasps among the audience when they heard this. Fudge had portrayed Harry as a new Dark Lord, hence his admitting the murder of Death Eaters and not innocents the public had believed was a blow to Fudge's plan.

"Mr. Potter, are you aware that only high ranked aurors and unspeakables are allowed to use the spells you stand accused of?" A member of the Wizengamot asked.

"Yes."

"So what are your reasons for using them?" The witch pressed.

"I had been authorized by the Ministry." Gasps and voices of outrage followed his answer. Madam Bones banged her gavel trying to regain control and Fudge shouted that the Veritaserum wasn't working.

A mediwitch approached Harry who still had his dazed look on and performed a spell on him. "The potion is still in effect Minister." Whispers started up again on how Harry had gained the authorization to use illegal spells.

"How were you authorized by the Ministry Mr. Potter?" Bones asked.

A small smile could be seen creeping up the sides of Harry's face. "By the title I bare as the Phoenix Lord."

Silence followed his statement.

XXXXX

Ducking his head as a Bludger shot past him, Ronald Weasley and keeper of Gryffindor's Quidditch team blocked an incoming shot at the middle goal post.

Three quarters of the crowd cheered as he over came the Slytherin's combo of attacking with both the Quaffle and Bludger.

At the moment the score was at 150 to 110 in the favor of Gryffindor. It wasn't due to the inexperience of their chasers that resulted in that score, actually it was because Harry was missing. Due to this, the Gryffindor team had decided to start without a Seeker. Therefore at the moment the Chasers were doing their best to block Malfoy's attempts at catching the snitch.

"Great move Gin." Ron called out to his sister as she flew through Draco's path preventing him from catching the Snitch.

"I sure hope Harry gets here soon." Ron muttered.

XXXXX

"I knew I was forgetting something." Harry swore as he disabled the locking charm on his new trunk. He had gotten it during the last Hogsmead weekend at a nifty little secluded shop.

Why asked why he had decided to get a new trunk out of the blue, he had stated the apart from the fact that most of his old trunk salvaged from his room at Privet Drive was badly burnt. At least it served its purpose of protecting its contents. That and it was getting to be a real hassle reopening the portal to his library every time he needed something of importance.

"There you are." Harry smiled as he pulled his Firebolt out from his magically enlarged trunk. He had been tempted to get one of those seven compartment trunks like Mad Eye Moody, but had decided against it. He didn't need all that space, he already had a trans planar library for Merlin's sake.

"Now my pretty, you and I have a date on the Quidditch pitch. I hope Ron's doing fine without me." Harry mumbled the last part as he lovingly stroked his godfather's present. With that last word he dashed out of the sixth year's boy's dormitory and off to the pitch where he could still hear the crowd screaming.

XXXXX

The cloaked man approached the red telephone booth before a wall heavily covered in graffiti. Scowling at the disgusting piece of Muggle machinery and art he shut the door. Lifting up the receiver he dialed five numbers. Six… Six… Two… Four… Two… MAGIC.

The dial whirled smoothly and the telephone booth gave a slight shudder as it sank into the ground. A loud smooth female voice addressed him, "Welcome to the Ministry Of Magic. Please state your name and business."

The cloaked man smiled a malicious smile. "Lord Voldemort here to kill off a few people."

"Thank you, visitor, please take the badge and attach it to your robes." The smooth voice said again.

"Idiots." The Dark Lord said as the phone rattled to deposit a silver identity card with the red words.

VISITOR

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED

PURPOSE

TO KILL OFF A FEW PEOPLE

'And they wonder how my Death Eaters entered the Ministry.' Voldemort thought as he stepped out of the elevator.

"Wand please." The attendant said in a bored voice without looking up.

The Dark Lord scowled, red eyes boring into the man's head. "Avada Kedavra."

XXXXX

"And Slytherin takes an underserved hit by a Bludger from the Creevrey brothers." Blaise Zambini shouted through the magical microphone. "There goes the Quaffle, stolen unfairly by the Gryffindorks. Now in Possession by Weasley, she passes to Philip, Weasley, Bell and back to Weasley. You call that a pass combo Weasel! I've seen a five year old Puffskin do better!"

Ron gritted his teeth. After the graduation of Lee Jordan the previous year, the Quidditch games of Hogwarts had been left "commentatorless", thus the position had somehow been replaced by the one and only Slytherin, Blaise Zambini. Finally, Ron knew what it was like playing with a biased commentator against you. Too make things worse, Snape unlike McGonagall didn't reprimand the student for his open biasness.

"OH! That must have hurt."

Ron somewhat agreed with the guy. It must have hurt. A rogue Bludger had smacked Goyle directly in the face. 'Then again maybe not'. Ron thought as he saw that despite the bleeding and obviously broken nose, the Slytherin Beater didn't seem affected. 'Brain's still probably receiving the information.'

"And the Slytherins gain possession of the Quaffle. Using their amazing passing combos they approach the Gryffindor post."

Ron swore as he realized the Slytherin's chasers were indeed speeding towards him. Just as Blaise said they were performing a pretty good combo. While not good enough to fool the old Gryffindor team of Alicia, Katie and Angelina, they were sure as hell running circles around the still uncoordinated new chasers.

Ron watched as Nott, who was the new Chaser replacing Flint, did a backwards pass to the Chaser behind him.

Ron swore as he jerked his broom hard towards the right goal instead. Briefly grunting in pain as he deflected the aimed Quaffle off his stomach towards his sister, Ron silently prayed the Harry would show up soon. From the looks of things, Gryffindor wouldn't be able to hold the upper hand any longer. While slower the Slytherin's team was able to withstand more hit and overall last longer. That and they were also a Seeker short.

"Weasley gains possession of the Quaffle and drives through to the Slytherin goals. Passes to Bell, now to Philip and… Intercepted by Slytherin Chaser Daniel. Chaser Daniel easily out maneuvers the Gryffindor idiots and… What the hell was that?"

Blaise had a good reason to be surprised. The Slytherin Chaser had suddenly been buzzed by a red and gold blur. So surprised he was that he had dropped the Quaffle into Ginny's waiting hands as he tried to regain his broom control.

Funny thing about the older brooms was that when caught in the slip stream of another fast moving broom they tended to loose control.

"Slytherin Chaser Daniel looses possession of the Quaffle unfairly to Weasley."

The red blur had finally stopped buzzing the other Slytherin Chasers when Ginny scored. Slowing down to a halt, the crowd could now see the widely grinning face of one Harry Potter.

"And it seems that Potter has finally decided to join the game. Slytherin gets ready to pass… but wait… what's this? Gryffindor has just called a time out."

The members of the team hearing Blaise's commentary descended to group just before the Gryffindor goal posts.

"See ya finally decided to join us mere mortals now eh Harry?" Ron said as he thumped the Walker's back.

"Definitely. Wouldn't miss this match for anything." Harry struggled to speak as the other team mates slapped him on his back. "So? What's the situation?"

"Well Malfoy's being a prat as usual. He's got the beaters hounding us like hell and at the same time we've gotta stop him capturing the snitch." Katie Bell said in a rather frustrated voice.

"Now that I'm here, we wouldn't have to worry so much about that. Anyway…" Harry paused to look at the giant score board and frowned. "One hundred and fifty to one hundred and twenty? What the… Damn you weren't kidding. By this time they're usually only at forty. Alright listen up. No offense Ron but I've got a change of plans. Still remember that Muggle soccer game I was telling you about?" Harry whispered the last part as he motioned for the rest of the team to crowd round.

XXXXX

Five minutes later both teams were hovering in the air. The Gryffindors a smug look on their faces.

"Both teams are finally back in the air. Slytherin's got possession. Keeper passes to Daniel and what in the world? The Gryffindor Chasers completely ignore him."

Indeed what Blaise said was true. The Chasers had completely dismissed the Slytherin player and had instead continued on towards the Slytherin goals.

Seeing this as a stroke of luck, Daniel didn't complain. Together he and the other two chasers streaked onwards.

Seeing goals draw closer, Daniel raised his arm aiming for the top left goal. Weasley would never be able to block such a shot.

Suddenly out from nowhere a red blur flashed across him. Startled the boy released the Quaffle to regain control of his now shaking broom. Looking up he spotted the red blur to be indeed what he guessed. Harry Potter was slightly above him grinning and waving.

"Daniel! You idiot the Quaffle!" His partner Nott shouted below him.

Tearing his eyes off Potter, Daniel saw something truly new to him in Quidditch. Ronald Weasley had left his goals undefended and was heading toward the Quaffle.

That was however just the beginning, as Weasley had jumped off him broomstick and had delivered a devastating kick to the falling red ball. Daniel watched in horror as the Quaffle, aided by its semi levitation charm shot off in a red blur towards the waiting hands of Ginny Weasley. Giving a small wave the petit redhead and her other two Chasers shot towards the goal unchallenged.

XXXXX

Harry watched in slight amusement at the shocked looks on the Slytherin faces as they lost possession of the ball. He had only a few seconds to commit this to memory as he immediately shot downwards.

Reaching out quickly he caught the madly swinging hand of Ron. Sending a small smirk to his best mate he slowly lowered the broom.

"I have no idea what the hell you were thinking when you told me to do that mate but it was sure as worth it when I saw the looks on the Slytherin faces." Ron said panting slightly from shock.

"You and me Ron. You and me." Harry chuckled.

XXXXX

Across the field Ginny Weasley looked over her shoulder to see Katie Bell waving at her. Making sure the Slytherin Keeper saw them she blew out a loud whistle before tossing the Quaffle directly up into the air.

At that moment the seventh year shot forwards, jumped off her broom and gave the strongest kick ever. A bright red blur sped off straight at the Slytherin Keeper who eyes were now filled with fear.

WHAM!

Ginny gave a slight wince as the boy successfully blocked the shot. Unfortunately for him, he had blocked it with his head. Watching in slight fascination, Ginny smiled as the boy fainted and drifted slowly towards the ground on his broom.

Philip Clearwater deftly caught the rebound before tossing it through the ring. Ginny pumped her fist into the air cheering.

"OH! MY! GOD! That's just not right. Katie Bell takes out the Slytherin Keeper. That's was almost Slytherin!" Blaise shouted in outrage.

Ginny didn't know whether to feel insulted or complimented. What ever it was didn't really matter for at the moment she was smiling at Professor Snape screaming blue murder in the teacher's box.

XXXXX

"So Malfoy, the game doesn't quite seem to be turning in your direction." Harry lazily commented as he drifted towards a fuming Draco.

"Shut it Potter." The blond snapped. "I may be your ally but I am not you friend."

"Suit yourself." Harry waved him off. "By the way? Did you know that all we need to do now is knock out your Seeker and the games ours?"

"Huh?" The Malfoy heir said in confusion. "I'm the Slytherin Seeker."

"Bingo." Harry said dryly an evil grin upon his face.

Malfoy immediately went on the alert. Apparently he wasn't alert enough as Harry dropped upside down on his broom to reveal a Bludger flying right at him.

BONK!

Harry watched inverted as the prat's head snapped back from the blow before he fell off his broom, plummeting to the ground below. A quick spell from Dumbledore prevented him creating a crater.

"Now the massacre begins." Harry said a demented grin on his face.

XXXXX

Harry landed his Firebolt, grinning madly, the Snitch clutched within his hand. Gryffindor had won. He had heard stories about his first year. Without a Seeker the Gryffindor team had withdrawn from the end of year match. It was much better then entering without a Seeker. Firstly one couldn't forfeit a Quidditch match once it started, regardless of how many team members you lost. It was one of the reasons why international Quidditch teams had more than no less than three substitutes for each match.

This was also the reason why Slytherin had just suffered the worst defeat ever in Hogwart's history. Snape had disappeared ten minutes after Malfoy had gone down. The infirmary was now filled with twenty or so Slytherin students. Seeing they were down two members, Snape had urged two students to fill in their spots. They two were knocked out. Very soon no one else wanted to volunteer, and the Slytherins had been left Seekerless and Keeperless.

Harry grinned as he saw his teammates and fellow Gryffindors rushing towards him. Looking up he grinned at the score board.

GRYFFINDOR

1310

SLYTHERIN

150

He felt a small weight crash into him and saw it was a brightly grinning Ginny Weasley. Two more thumps and two back slaps registered themselves as the rest of the team.

"We absolutely trashed them we did!" Ron yelled out jumping in joy. "Harry mate, that was brilliant."

"No, we were brilliant." Harry shouted back as the rest of the school came onto the pitch. "That will shut them up for a long time to come."

Hermione pushed her self through the crowd. "Harry, that was the probably a new Quidditch record. One hundred and sixteen goals within thirty minutes." She gushed.

"That's because the other team had no Keeper." Ron shouted back.

"CELEBRATION! COMMON ROOM!" Someone shouted out.

Soon every one of the Gryffindor team members were being carried off towards the school.

XXXXX

"So tell us Harry. What happened in your trial today?" Hermione voiced out of he blue.

Harry's small group of friends was at the moment relaxing in front of the common room fire place. Contrary to what someone had said about a party in the Gryffindor common room, it was held in the room of requirement instead, seeing as three fourths of the school wanted to attend. Thus after stuffing themselves with food, the group of five Gryffindors and one Ravenclaw were relaxing in the common room.

"Wouldn't you rather read it tomorrow in the Daily Prophet?" Harry said smirking.

"No we don't. Now give us details Mr. Potter." Ginny said in mock anger.

"Details eh?" Harry said thinking for a moment. "How's about I try out this new spell I've been working on for a while now. It pulls the recipient into a predefined memory and allows them to watch it as though it was a video tape."

Hermione now looked more interested in the spell's details than the trial now.

"Sort of like a pensieve. Ready?" Seeing their nods Harry gestured for all present to stand up. "Alright… One… Two… Three…" Slowly the five around him fell into a slight trance whilst standing. Slowly stabilizing the spell he decided he had nothing else much to do and decided to join them.

"How were you authorized by the Ministry Mr. Potter?" Bones asked.

A small smile could be seen creeping up the sides of Harry's face. "By the title I bare as the Phoenix Lord."

Silence followed his statement.

It was soon broken by Fudge's pompous voice of denial. "Impossible! No such title has been awarded to anyone since the eight century, much less to you!"

Some members of the court seemed to agree with Fudge as they too voiced their disbelief.

"ENOUGH!" A loud bang like a gunshot went off effectively shutting everybody up. "ORDER! I will not have you all acting like children in my courtroom!" Madam Bones shouted looking quite red. "And you Minister will refrain from raising your voice." She said pointing her gavel towards Fudge.

"I'll shout as much as I damn well please Amelia. I'm the Minister Of Magic."

"A pretty useless one at that I'll say." Harry commented softly, but in the silence it carried like an echo.

Of all the people in the courtroom at the moment, Harry was probably enjoying himself the most. Fudge's purpling face was enough to make his day all the better. All he needed now was to transfigure Uber Bitch into a toad.

"Just what sort of title is Phoenix Lord?" A reporter in the audience asked.

"If I may Amelia?" A wizard in the Wizengamot raised his hand.

"Proceed. Mr. Quirk."

The man stood up to address the crowd. "For those of you who don't know. The title of Phoenix Lord is one of great honor and privilege. It was a title given to one who has contributed and sacrificed a countless amount of time and energy for the betterment of Wizarding kind. The level of such a title would put the recipient among the greatest wizards of history, for example Merlin." There were some whispers in the crowd following that statement

"Silence." Madam Bones smacked her gravel. "Continue Mr. Quirk."

"Thank you Amelia. Now as I was saying, such a title can only be given if the person's work or achievements are recognized worldwide by the World's Magic Council. That person would have to receive the total unanimous vote from every single member of the council. All one hundred of them. As one can guess, this title names that person as the leader of the world's magical community. Such a title would put that person in a position hundred times higher than Minister Of Magic. Considering that the Ministry Of Magic itself was founded by the last holder of such a title."

"And who was the last holder of such a title Mr. Quirk?" Another reporter asked between scribbles.

"I believe only two recipients of such a title was Merlin himself and, a Master. Pathertrory James. That said, I like everyone else would like to know how Mr. Potter himself came to obtain himself such a title."

Soon every single eye was on Harry Potter who was still sitting in his chair, wrapped in chains and dosed up on Veritaserum.

"Mr. Potter." Amelia decided to proceed.

"Yes?" Came the monotonous answer.

"You're not really affected by the Veritaserum are you?"

A grin overcame Harry's emotionless features. "Nope. Not at all. How ever did you realize?" Harry asked as the rest of the courtroom went into shocked silence.

"Your comment regarding the Minister's uselessness."

"Yeah I kinda couldn't resist that." Harry said as he defied yet another law of magic by raising his hand to rub the back of his neck.

Stunned silence met this action before a witch stated screaming blue murder. Very soon the occupants were screaming in terror.

"SILENCE!" An extremely loud bang went off causing the courtroom to shake. And indeed miraculously silence was achieved. Harry Potter was now standing upright, chains scattered about his feet, one hand in the air and a very annoyed expression on his face. "What are you people? Headless chickens? One pathetic person breaks loose from his bindings and you all scream instead of cursing him. I expected more from adults with brains."

"Mr. Potters right. Now sit down." Amelia who hadn't moved commanded. The people did just that every so often throwing Harry fearful looks.

"Now Mr. Potter, you do know you just broke a rule of magic by simply shattering those unbreakable chains with a mere gesture to rub your neck?" Madam Bones said in a somewhat resigned voice.

"Technically they aren't unbreakable. They're just very hard to break. Only one with very high magical levels can break them or…" Harry left the last part hanging.

"They'd have to bare the title of Phoenix Lord." Mr. Quirk finished for him. "How?" He said in slight awe.

"He isn't. He just said so himself. A powerful person may break those chains. He's obviously a Dark wizard." The voice of Cornelius Fudge shouted out.

"Minister!" Madam Bones had a look of fury on her face.

"He's a Dark wizard I tell you. Auror's a…"

"Shut up." Harry said dryly.

"mprgh… urrghh…" Were the only sounds coming out from Fudge's mouth now. His mouth had magically sealed itself. He was now gesturing wildly with his hands towards the Aurors and his assistant undersecretary.

"Now that you have shut up Fudgy. Sit down." To the audience surprise Fudge did just that.

"Oh my god! Merlin! You aren't kidding. You're the real thing." The Wizengamot member, Mr. Quirk was now clutching his chest, eyes wide with surprise. The other Wizengamot members who had seen Fudge's sudden obedience, had nearly gotten heart attacks if their eye sizes were any indication.

"Of course I am. Why would I lie?" Harry said smirking at Fudge's look of fear.

"What the hell is going on?" A confused member of the audience asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow and gave Mr. Quirk a look. The man seemed to somehow regain his composure. "Mr. Potter speaks the truth. He really is bestowed with the title of Phoenix Lord. All Ministry officials when they sign up take an ancient pledge of loyalty to the Phoenix Lord. Mr. Potter just demonstrated that pledge's power by ordering Fudge around." He then looked at the boy standing before him and asked in a whisper, "How?" everyone heard it.

Harry quirked an eyebrow before a small smile came about. "Because…" The members of the courtroom leaned closer. "I'm Harry Potter." This answer usually met with groans from his friends but this time the Wizards and Witches were looking at him in awe.

'Just how thick do these people get?' Harry thought seeing the crowd's ready acceptation of his answer. 'Are Slytherins the only magical people gifted with the powers of deduction?'

"No ya wanking idiots." Harry said rolling his eyes. "Mr. Quirk. Tell me, who was the inventor of the time tuner?"

The Wizengamot member didn't see the relevance of the question but answered anyway. "A Master Sorcerer by the name of James Pathertrory, Mr. Potter."

"And who were the two Wizards in history said to have complete power over the manipulation of time?"

"Erm… Merlin and Master James Pathertrory." The man answered somewhat unsure.

"Good, and who was one of the holders of the title of Phoenix Lord?" Harry finished sarcastically. "You all put it together."

Seeing the still confused faces among the crowd Harry shook his head in disbelief. 'Memo to self. With exception of friends, hire only Slytherins from now on. After dosing them with Veritaserum, of course.'

Still seeing their blank looks he sighed. Drawing his wand, he smirked at the surprised looks of Fudge's Aurors that had relieved him of his wand. Harry caught the room's attention before signing his signature in glowing letter in the air.

Below his glowing signature new letter begun to appear.

James Pathertrory

Lord Of The Phoenix

Order Of Merlin First Class

Grand Sorcerer

Master Warlock

Giving another wave the name's letters floated to rearrange themselves.

Harry James Potter

Lord Of The Phoenix

Order Of Merlin First Class

Grand Sorcerer

Master Warlock

"That's how." The Master Warlock snarled. "Now I believe this trial is over. I don't really care for the verdict as I plainly don't care. Now I'll take my leave." Harry turned to leave the courtroom.

"Mr. Potter, by command by the Undersecretary Of The Minister Of Magic you are to remain here." The shrill voice of Umbridge ordered.

"Oh really Umbridge?" Harry said as he stopped mid step. "By Order of the Phoenix Lord. Sit down and shut up." Turning round again Harry approached the raised seats of both the Minister and his Undersecretary.

"Want to know something Uber Bitch? Don't put yourself in any more trouble than you're already gonna be in. By tomorrow Madam Bones." Harry jerked his thumb at a now silent Head Of Magical Law. "Will receive a full investigative report on both you and the Minister's dealing in the Ministry for the last ten years. This includes your short stay at Hogwarts. I doubt the both of you will be able to get out of this one."

Turning to Fudge Harry snarled, fixing the now shivering man with his strongest glare. "Hello Fudge. Just remember you brought this upon yourself. I remember a year and a half ago, Dumbledore gave you a small piece of advise after I told you Voldemort was back. He told you remove the Dementors from Azkaban and send envoys to the giants, but you refused. Now you have lost both potential allies to Lord Voldemort. He also gave you warning that I'll repeat for everyone's benefit, "Take the steps that I have suggested, and you will be remembered, in office and out, as one of the bravest and greatest Ministers Of Magic we have ever known. Fail to act, and history will remember you as the man who stepped aside and allowed Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we have tried to build." You chose to ignore his warning, refused to recruit new law enforcement personnel. Even going so far as to prevent the teaching of defensive magic to the younger generation. Due to this Voldemort has regained his allies and freed his men, now his reign of terror has begin anew. Know that this, is your entire fault."

"Farewell." Harry turned to leave.

"Mr. Potter, your wands." Madam Bones held up two wands.

"Keep them. They aren't mine. As a matter of fact, their just sticks. I'd advise you to send Fudge's bodyguards back to basic Auror training if they can't detect a fake wand." Harry continued walking before halting at the doorway. "Oh and regarding my duties as Lord Phoenix, I'm retired. I hold no love for this current Ministry Of Magic. If it falls to Voldemort, so be it. I'll only return when the Ministry I founded returns to its previous symbol of law and order. Good day Madam." As he finished a tendril of flame crept its way up his body. In a flash of fire, Harry Potter had teleported through the Ministry's wards, leaving behind and silent courtroom.

Madam Bones shot Fudge and his assistant and death glare as their spells lifted and tossed the now fake rubber chicken and naked mole rat away. "You four." She pointed at the Aurors, "are going to have a long talk with me."

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Harry woke up from his spell. Seeing that the rest of his friends were still in the trance, he left a note on the table before exiting the common room. They were still probably staying for the final moments after he departed from the ministry, where he rushed to get his broom. That and he also included the Quidditch match from his point of view.

Fancying a midnight stroll he found himself heading for the front hall.

"Mr. Potter!" Someone called out.

Turning around on full alert he saw McGonagall running towards him.

"Mr. Potter. Dumbledore's office now." The witch looked pretty ruffled and was out of breath. She looked like she had ran the whole way. Whatever it was, it was probably important, McGonagall never left out Dumbledore's honorific title of Professor.

"What is it Professor?" Harry said as he slowed down for her to catch up.

"The Ministry, it's under attack!"

Author's Note:

Well there you go, another chapter done. Sorry if my others will be a bit slow I am currently writing my other story. It's called the Innocence of Guilt. It's basically another Harry-Azkaban story with a slight twist, that being he never went to Azkaban. There would be no pairing for the story and you wouldn't be able to find it of as I haven't posted it yet. I'll put it up once I have nearly finished it. That said, have a nice day.

ENSIGN

Nunquam Lamiae Morde "Me Dice". - Never Say "Bite Me" To A Vampire.

Preview of things to come:

"What did you call this again?" Harry asked after gaining control over the artifact.

"Me call this Big Big Boom Stick." The goblin said proudly as he switched back to cheerful mode, displaying yet another of his mood swings.

"So, I take it this stick goes boom." Harry said humoring the Tinkerer.

"No, no, no, no." The goblin shook his head in disappointment. "This here Big Big Boom Stick, no go boom. It go, big big boom." This met with Ron's mouth dropping open in serious consideration at the creature's sanity.

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"Would you please quit gawking at my sister's arse and just ask her out already." Ron spoke in between his breakfast of bangers and mash.

This statement caused Harry, who was indeed as Ron so eloquently put it, "gawking at his sister's arse" to spit and splutter his food directly across the table. Thankfully, no one was hit.

"Honestly Harry, you're almost as bad as Ron." Hermione said as she muttered a quick cleaning charm. "And Ron, its rump, be polite."

"Whatever, they're both the same." Ron said as he shoveled a spoonful of mash potatoes onto his plate.

"Anyway Harry, just ask her out. What's the problem? She likes you, you like her." Hermione stated.

"Now what makes you think Ginny likes me and I, her." Harry defended.

"How about when she ambushes you after DA sessions, sways her hips a bit more when she's around you, not to mention, she was just hinting for you to ask her to the Ministry Ball. Then there's you getting goofy grin every time somebody mentions her name, and of course you were just admiring her ar… er… rump." Ron corrected himself as Hermione's glare was just daring him to swear again.

"And you're alright with me going out with your sister. Hypothetically speaking of course."

"Hypothetically speaking." Ron said as he rolled his eyes. "Who else better than, the Harry Potter himself."

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Trespassers will be shot! Violators will be shot! Survivors will be shot, again!

"What the?" Ron voiced the group's thoughts.

"Goblin logic, it never ceases to amaze me." Harry explained as he moved towards the front of the group.

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