Harry played with the pile of potatoes on his plate it had been a long day the whispers that followed him wherever he went had driven him to the edge of his patients. It had thankfully stopped after Goyle took it upon himself to knock some sense into a pair of chatty Ravenclaws, people had finally shut up about his disownment and settled into staring and whispering to their friends. Harry looked up to the head table Fred and George were charming Hagrid's cup to dance out of his reach, he smiled but it did not reach his eyes. There was too much on his mind, first he is suddenly disowned, then he decides to start a revolutionary group aimed at fixing a corrupt world, it was a bit much to handle in one day, Snape being remotely nice was the straw the broke the camels back, well it was a pretty heavy straw possibly made of lead.
Harry dropped his fork and left the hall he didn't have much of an appetite anymore, not that he wanted to eat in the first place but Greg made him, he had threatened to punch him if he hadn't stopped moping and scheming at random intervals, so he had decided to humour him. He didn't know where he wanted to go, Hermione was probably in the library researching past rebellions, he had seen Neville at the Hufflepuff table writing a letter to his grandmother, and Greg was sitting at the Slytherin table fuming over his early departure, Harry smirked Goyle loved pastries as soon as they appeared he made his escape. He would probably hear about it later but he didn't care. If only he knew where he wanted to go… He was saved from making a decision when a voice spoke up from behind him.
"Harry I have been looking all over for you."
Perhaps he wasn't so saved the voiced belonged to Tonks. Harry turned around to face the bouncing metamorphmagus trying not to cringe, his head still hurt from where Hedwig had latched on and he wasn't looking forward to facing whatever Tonks would not so purposely do to him, he wasn't stupid he know the pink haired girl was a walking death trap. As smoothly and slytheriny as he could Harry spoke "really Tonks, I didn't know you were looking for me, if I had known…" Harry broke off for dramatic measure, it was a lie of course if he had known she was looking for him he would have ran the other way and most likely locked himself in a broom closet.
Tonks smiled brightly "Really Harry that's so sweet of you," her face distorted into a mock sneer "but I know you are lying, both my aunts happen to be slytherin and I know that as soon as I came into view you ran the other way, you really should have picked less obvious friends that lump that follows you around could be spotted miles away." Tonks sighed "I really don't know why you would run am I that repulsive?" Tears welled up in her eyes, but Harry wasn't buying it there was a predatory glimmer in her eyes that spoke far louder than words and tears.
Harry decided to play along, putting on a sympathetic smile he said "I don't find you repulsive Tonks. I just find that crazed boy-who-lived fan girls are slightly scary, though I had hoped you would have gotten over that through our correspondence and seen the person behind the icon, but…" Outwardly Harry trailed off with a look of sadness, but inwardly Harry cackled and praised his new found emotional control.
Tonks looked at him in thoughtful silence for several minutes before she spoke "you know you are right, you are nothing like the image of the boy who lived that every wizarding child grows up with, good and kind, brash and reckless a leader of the light, champion of Gryffindor, but you are a slippery, vicious little snake." Tonks looked him up and down "and not even my type really, your too short and skinny. Do you even eat?"
Harry extended his hand warily "so are we friends?"
Tonks shook his hand "friends."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, one stalker down half of Hogwarts to go and the next one he had a feeling wouldn't be so easy to persuade from the path of crazed fandom. Harry started off down the hall Tonks in tow.
Cheerfully Tonks spoke up "so how has your week been so far?"
Harry blinked a few times trying to find the right words, "different." It defiantly had been different he was sorted into Slytherin, became friends with Gregory Goyle, had been disowned, and was now plotting to over throw the establishment of the wizarding, yes it most certainly had been different.
Tonks looked at him "that's one way to put it. I never knew Godric Gryffindor was such a prude."
Harry looked at Tonks sharply "how did you know that?"
Tonks looked at Harry her hair going purple "didn't you see the newspaper this morning it was on the front page Harry Potter disowned, thousand year old law to blame or something like that, it was all over the great hall how could you not have noticed that? Well you were probably shocked so I guess you had an excuse, I would be pretty shaken if I was disowned and the ministry was fast tracking a law to have me placed with guardians of their choosing."
Harry paled and whirled around to confront Tonks "WHAT?"
It was Tonks turn to look surprised "You didn't know? Obviously you didn't it was on page 7 Rita Skeeter special report Wizingamot fast tracks new law to have disowned minors placed in the care of ministry chosen guardians, movement headed by Albus Dumbledore."
"Shit," Harry swore he should have expected something like this, "when do you think the law will pass?"
Tonks shrugged "a few days at the most. I don't envy you, you're going to have half the wizarding world plying to be your guardian. Everyone will be fighting tooth and nail to be the boy-who-lived's mummy and daddy."
Harry scowled this had thrown a wrench in the works, maybe if he was lucky Sirius would be released before then, it was doubtful he had noticed Dumbledore observing him and he knew the Headmaster wouldn't want him further from his control than he already was, though Harry had a sinking feeling that Sirius was Dumbledore's man one hundred percent, why else would he allow himself to be locked up in a house he hated for so long? Harry sighed, only time would tell. Harry turned to Tonks at the top of a stairway flanked by to gleaming suits of armour, he was making a gamble but it might pay off, "hey Tonks what's your opinion of the state of the wizarding world?"
Tonks down at him suspiciously "I don't know. What do you mean?"
Harry smiled and whispered in her ear "you'll know soon enough, or you might not it all depends, meet me at the portrait of Barnibas the Barmy one week from today at 10'o'clock." Smiling to himself Harry headed down the stairs, leaving a baffled Tonks puzzling over what he meant and how a first year could know the portraits by name.
Tonks looked up and shouted "hey wait up," followed by a sharp scream.
Harry looked up to see Tonks flying towards him a cackling suit of armour in her wake. CRACK. They collided, the force causing Harry to fly down the stairs, sometime during his flight he had managed to turn himself around, he briefly saw stone floor rising up to meet him before all went black.
Harry groaned and blinked his eyes only to find blurry white, wherever he was smelt far too clean… The infirmary. He fumbled around for his glasses only to have them dropped on his nose by an irate Madame Pomfrey. Harry blinked a few more times before he gathered his wits and asked "where am I?"
"Your in the hospital wing Mr. Potter, I dare say Miss Tonks did a number on you, though I suppose I should commend her for lasting this long a whole week and only one near death experience, and mishap involving another student."
Harry spoke up the hospital wing was already making him restless, "um can I go now?"
Madame Pomfrey looked at him as though he had grown two heads "I think not Mr. Potter, you have just recovered from a broken jaw, a fractured skull, a dislocated shoulder, five missing teeth, a nearly severed tongue, and a bloody nose, you will be staying the night for observation," Harry's shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Can a leave tomorrow?"
"Maybe. Enough questions you need your rest!"
Harry had one more question "Um Madame Pomfrey do you know what happened to Tonks?"
Madame Pomfrey sighed in exasperation "of course I know what happened to her, she was amazingly unharmed, and was the one who brought you here. I sent her away after she wouldn't stop sobbing that she had killed you. Now enough questions or I will fill you so full of sleeping potion you will be out for a week!" Harry wisely decided to shut up after that.
All was silent in the early hours of the morning in the hospital wing, and it's lone occupant Harry Potter was sprawled out snoring lightly and was thus oblivious to the slinking shadow that darted into the hospital wing and was slowly making its way to his bed. Until it pounced on his chest and shouted "WAKE UP HARRY. DOBBY IS HERE TO SEE YOU!" Which caused Harry to sit up fast, making Harry's head or rather his nose to smash into Dobby's forehead, which caused it to spew blood anew. Dobby shrieked as red droplets found their way onto his brand new blue and green jumper, but he managed to regain his head and vanished the blood with a wave of his hand, while Harry clamped his nose shut between two fingers.
"Dobby what are you doing here?"
"Dobby has just found out, Harry has been disowned, oh the injustice, the cruelty. At least you no longer must live with those nasty, disgusting, vile, smelly muggles."
Harry had to laugh "sounds good but the Ministry of Magic is fast tracking a bill that will make my recent gains moot, Dumbledore is apparently heading it up, who knows who they will place as my guardian, my guess is Dumbledore himself will take it up if only to make me stay at Vernon and petunia's. Fucker."
"Dobby's thoughts exactly, but Dobby thinks that the blood wards won't work any more,"
"Why is that."
"Oh Dobby just might have burned Number 4 Privet Drive down, sadly the Dursley's got out, and that Dobby forgot to invite Harry, we could have roasted marshmallows." Dobby trailed off whimsically while Harry cackled.
A sudden realization hit Harry "no one will find any evidence of the cupboard will they?"
"Dobby doubts it everything vanished after you left and reverted to normal, Dobby thinks it might have something to do with latent magic since no ordinary transfigured furniture should have lasted that long, Dobby had to fix the bathroom every week. So Dobby got rid of everything and moved in with a gnomish friend named Gooloogool, a bit cramped but Dobby plans to move to Hogwarts or maybe the forbidden forest Dobby has a nice wood sprite friend that gets 'lonely'," Dobby gave Harry a lecherous grin before he continued. "Dobby received your letter. Dobby is so proud of Harry getting into Slytherin, if Dobby was a wizard he would be a Slytherin wizard, if only to have easy access to beating young mister Malfoy's ass." Dobby took a deep breath before he began again. "Anyways Dobby will be hopefully moving here with Harry, Dobby doesn't trust Goyle, sneaky gorilla that one."
Harry's eyes widened "what if you get caught?"
"Let Dobby worry about that." He patted Harry's hand.
Harry shifted uneasily "I suppose." Harry decided it was best to tell him about his plans "Oh and I should tell you, we are going to overthrow the Ministry and revolutionize the wizarding world during and after a little fight with Dumbledore and Voldemort."
Dobby brightened in the moonlight after that "what a wonderful idea. Dobby will do all he can to help. So who else knows what you is going to do?"
"Hermione, Neville, Fred, George, and Greg, maybe Tonks we will see how willing she is next week at the room of requirement."
Dobby looked thoughtful "I suppose, but Dobby will interrogate Goyle, nasty little death eater spawn."
"If you must, he really isn't that bad once you get to know him."
"Dobby doesn't care." Harry dropped the subject and they sat in silence for a few moments before Dobby asked "what do you plan to do with the possessed teacher?"
"I'm not sure, I don't think I will kill him this time, I found a rather nice exorcism spell that should do the trick. I have to iron the rest of the plan out but it should work."
"That is good, Dobby is proud of you. Dobby should be going. Don't make any noise Dobby will disengage the silencing charm." Dobby suddenly through his arms around Harry "constant vigilance Harry Evans."
Harry gave Dobby a weak smile before the little elf apparated away. Harry lay back and stared at the dark ceiling, tracing the patterns in the stone work unable to fall back to sleep, not that he wasn't tired on the contrary he was still quite exhausted the mind and body can only take so much and being disowned, Snape being somewhat human, getting points in a potions class, nearly being killed by a fatally clumsy metamorphmagus was a bit much. So he lay staring up at the ceiling until the sun began to peek over the horizon and he decided to make good his escape. He had just reached the door when Madame Pomfrey caught him.
"Where do you think you are going Mr. Potter?" Madame Pomfrey asked from behind.
Harry turned around quickly trying to look innocent, while he fought not to laugh the medi-witch struck a comical figure with her hands on her hips a stern expression on her face and the most lurid pink night cap Harry had ever seen. "Nowhere Madame Pomfrey I was merely examining the doorknob, I assure you no thoughts of leaving before you gave permission crossed my mind."
Madame Pomfrey chuckled to herself "you Slytherin's are all the same, now get back to bed."
Harry inclined his head and went back to his bed only to sit and stare longingly at the door, until Madame Pomfrey returned with a trolley filled with various nasty looking potions, and wicked looking probes.
At Harry's horrified look Madame Pomfrey spoke "no need for the look Mr. Potter you have no need for most of these implements, wont unless you decide to get sent here on a regular basis." She waved her wand in a complex pattern poke him with a few odd looking metal rods, then examined the chart tied to the end of the bed "Well it looks as though you had no adverse reaction to the potions I gave you yesterday, every thing looks good, I would suggest avoiding Miss Tonks around stairs in the future."
"Can I go now?"
"Patience is a virtue. Now might I inquire as to how you lost your arm?"
Harry paled, what if she found out about Dobby, that it was healed by magic? Harry breathed and cleared his mind before answering "Ripper ate it."
Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow "Ripper?"
"Marge's dog vicious mutt, he went a bit mad after she choked to death and attacked me and ate my arm."
Madame Pomfrey's eyes went wide "really?."
Harry shook his head "not really the bloody dog has had it in for me since I was three. Tried to take off a leg then." He lifted his right pant leg to reveal a mass of scared skin around his calf.
"I assume it was healed the muggle way?"
Harry nodded "it felt funny for a few days and I didn't even have to go to the hospital."
Madame Pomfrey raised and eyebrow "your guardians didn't even think to, get you examined after you had most of your arm chewed off by a rabid dog?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, damn he had hope to keep suspicion of the Dursley's he was going to make the rest of their lives a living hell and he didn't need people messing with things. "Um no it pretty much healed by itself."
Madame Pomfrey looked at him askance for a moment before bustling off to a back room muttering about stupid headmasters and ignorant muggles. She came back with an assortment of wooden arms, which she deposited on the end of the bed. "We don't have much variety and you might want to look into getting something at St Mungos they have far more reliable prosthetics there, though you may decided on something without a mind of it's own, some prefer a log than a proper leg but it is their choice." She passed him one of the arms "here try this one first."
It took nearly ten minutes to sort out all of the straps but finally the last buckle was put in place. The arms came alive and promptly went for Harry's throat. Two hours later Harry had been strangled, nearly had his eyes gouged out, tickled till he peed, and every other conceivable torture possible by a possessed arm, until they found the right one, a sturdy arm made of some type of oak that simply liked to make the occasional rude gesture, after what he had been through already Harry jumped on the chance for such a lucid arm.
Madame Pomfrey wiped her brow "I think we found what we were looking for, do try not to brake the arm Mr. Potter I'm sure you don't want to try to find a replacement."
Harry nodded, "I'll try, but I warn you I am rather accident prone, I fear we will be seeing more of each other. So none of this Mr. Potter business, it isn't my name anymore anyway, just call me Harry." Madame Pomfrey smiled sadly as Harry bolted from the hospital wing.
Basking in his new found freedom Harry headed off to the Great Hall, his arm giving the finger to random Gryffindor's. Harry sat down heavily at the Slytherin table next to Greg who looked as though he had just been through hell and back, looks like Dobby had already visited him.
Goyle looked bleary eyed at Harry, who was piling eggs onto a plate, and said "Harry I don't know how you can live with that mad elf, he fed me some home made truth serum and it still feels as though I have mice running through my intestines." He looked menacingly at Harry "you had better not have put him up to it." Greg cracked his knuckles before he was forced back into clutching his stomach.
Harry patted him on the back sympathetically, he knew what it was like to be force fed Dobby's truth potions he would much rather drink Skele-grow by the gallon than drink a tablespoon of one of Dobby's vile concoctions. "I assure you Greg I didn't put him up to anything Dobby has a mind of his own, I hope you didn't try to lie?" Greg shook his head. "Good Dobby got his hands on a set of medieval goblin torture devices, and he has been itching for a guinea pig." Greg paled some more and turned a violent shade of green, Harry smiled to himself Dobby wasn't into physical torture but Greg didn't know that, Dobby would have been proud of his protégé. Harry pulled a pitcher of milk over and poured his friend a glass. "Here drink some of this it helps." Greg took it gratefully.
Harry was prevented from inquiring further about Dobby's interrogation by a hysterical Tonks nearly knocking him off the bench as she threw her arms around his neck. "Oh Harry I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, the suit of armour tripped me I swear I didn't mean to nearly kill you."
Harry awkwardly hugged her while he fought with his new left arm which was trying to touch Tonks' breasts. "It's alright, I don't blame you it was probably the poltergeist I think I heard him cackling. I'm just glad you weren't hurt."
Tonks wiped here eyes dry with a sleeve, her hair turning crimson she shot Harry a smile, "Thanks Harry I'll try to watch my step from now on." She looked at her watch and sighed, "I had better go to the library and get started on my potions assignment, Snape is such a bastard three feet on the properties of wartweed and its reactions with the igneous family of roots, bastard." Harry gave Tonks a look of pity as she trudged dejectedly to the library.
Greg who was looking slightly better laughed "I see you convinced one of your fan girls to be sane."
Harry smiled, "that I did my friend, though at the cost of spending the night at the hospital wing."
"So that was where you were, I had hoped to go over our transfiguration home work later with you since, you did it with top marks in fifteen minutes. I swear you're a genius Harry, you changed the match on your third try! I can't even set mine on fire."
Harry realised he was going to have to down play his ability, slowly of course or it would raise suspicion, luckily they hadn't done anything in charms yet, and potions he was doomed to be substandard, though to be honest he was pretty good if he was working by himself but with Snape hovering around like a bat it made him nervous even though Snape was moderately tolerable now that he was a Slytherin it couldn't wash away five years of bad blood on Harry's part. "I bet it was just a fluke, the next spell we learn I will get it totally wrong and set fire to the desk or something."
Greg looked at Harry shrewdly "I doubt it, I know there is something off with you besides that crazy house elf and I'm going to find out what it is."
"I wouldn't let Dobby catch you talking like that."
Greg paled, "don't joke like that Harry it isn't funny." Harry laughed into his plate as Greg glared at him for the rest of breakfast.
After breakfast Harry accompanied Greg to their dorm where he began to teach him transfiguration, or rather try to teach him as it turned out Greg was hopelessly thick when it came to transfiguration nothing seemed to work for him Harry attributed it to a barren imagination but only received a punch in the shoulder for his input. Other then that Greg was surprisingly clever when it came to charms even to the extent managing simple wards, and knew more curses then Harry had as a fifth year, for someone had an expansive dark library within easy reach. That was of course of set by being painfully incompetent in potions. Harry himself was trying to appear as average as he possibly could without arising suspicion of the professors if they thought he wasn't utilising his full potential and Dumbledore since he was still supposed to be under the influence of magical binding runes, and to top it all off he had to continue studying advanced magic if he wanted to survive the battle with Voldemort .
A week passed and Harry had made little head way in his studies he hardly ever had the time to peruse the more advanced texts he had nicked from the library or even review some of his own. He really envied Hermione's book, with the constant suspicion of his fellow Slytherin's he dared not do anything out of the ordinary for a first year lest someone notice, and that meant no books beyond first year level. If he only could disguise them in a way no one could dispel or read accidentally, all of the concealment charms he knew were easily removed and his arrithmancy wasn't advanced enough yet to devise his own charms. He had asked Hermione if he could borrow her book for a night or two as she discreetly slipped him notes on her research on revolutions and her ideas for outlining a plan of action, but she had given him all look as if he was asking her sacrifice her still beating heart to Voldemort, he hadn't asked again.
Not wanting to be left in the dark over events in the wizarding world Harry had promptly ordered a subscription of the Daily Prophet. Harry had scoured the daily prophet each morning for news on the new bill being passed by Dumbledore, and each morning he came up with nothing. It wasn't surprising he had noticed Dumbledore noticing that he was an avid reader of the news, the old bastard was probably trying to keep him in the dark, Harry only hoped he wasn't on to anything. If it wasn't for Rockgag he would have probably stayed in the Dark the goblin had managed to send him two discreet letters hidden his copy of the prophet, Harry made note to ask him how he did it the next they met. Apparently speculation arose over Albus Dumbledore filing the papers which made the Dursley's his legal guardians even though the Potters wills had direct orders that nothing of the sort should be done, as well it seems word had got out of his shabby appearance the year before and now Harry appears missing an arm. It would seem Dumbledore was in a bit of a rut trying to pass through the new law. Sadly Rockgag assured him that it would be passed though eventually after Dumbledore created good lies and alibis to counter act the scandalous allegations. It did give time for Harry to order his affairs and secure his money, which had nearly Quadrupled with the Twins expansion to North America and Asia, Harry was well on the way to restoring his fortune.
At the moment Harry was waiting in the room of requirement he had arrived there earlier that evening with Greg who Harry had hoped would be too preoccupied with plotting the fall of the Ministry of Magic to question how he knew a super secret room in Hogwarts. Harry wasn't too thrilled about using the Room of Requirement, but since there wasn't really another option at the moment it would have to do. Luckily the door wasn't warded or watched, and the portraits wouldn't be able to see them as Harry had cast a disillusionment charm over the both of them, plus a shadow obscura spell as well as silencing their feet, Greg only gave him a odd look. That was all he could do for security at the moment, though he had almost taken his house elf amulet with him but had remember just as he was about to leave the room, and tucked it safely under his pillow, it wouldn't do for Dumbledore to know he wandered the corridors far after curfew would it.
Harry glanced at his watch for the hundredth time that night, it was nine forty five. He pulled his eyes away from his timepiece and back to his book, fifteen minutes to go. He heard the door open and shut silently, followed by a whispered "finite incantanium," Harry smiled Neville and Hermione had arrived. Hermione went glossy eyed at the sight of so many books before she hurried over and grabbed one for herself. Ten minutes later Fred and George arrived looking rather pale and haggard, with what looked like some sort of green slime congealed in their hair.
George moaned "I hope this doesn't take too long, I would like to sleep some time this century."
Fred nodded "indeed, it appears our master the bat has decided to begin sleep deprived brewing."
George scowled "I wish I could curse the bastard who put that into the potions mastery curriculum-"
"-really who allots people three hours of sleep a day then expects them to brew the most finicky nasty potions known to man."
"We did this all week."
"If you don't mind, my brother and I are going to go pass out in the corner." with that Fred and George dragged themselves into the corner and collapsed into a foul smelling heap.
Harry glanced at his watch again it was five minutes to the hour. He got up and left the room to fetch Tonks, he reapplied his disguise and left the room just as Tonks had entered the corridor. Sneaking up behind her Harry his the oblivious girl with a silencing charm before he dragged her into the room of requirement he didn't need her wakening up the portraits that lined the Hall which he had carefully put to sleep earlier in the evening.
Hermione looked up from her book "suppose the meeting ready to start."
Dobby popped in to the room with a clear potion clenched in his fist, looking somewhat rumpled, "Not yet idiots you have to interrogate the newbie's first." He handed the potion to Harry who had just finished un-silencing Tonks.
Harry looked at the potion dubiously "Er Dobby are you sure this potions safe?"
Dobby nodded a little too eagerly "Of course, I stole it from those two. I steal all my potions from those two."
George sat up looking indignant "well they aren't your potions then are they if you stole them from us."
Fred who was eyeing the potion suspiciously added "that had better not be our veritaserum sample we worked a month straight for that!"
Dobby waved them off "Dobby only needs a few drops, and it will be returned safe and sound."
Tonks meanwhile had gone considerably paler throughout the conversation, "you don't plan on giving me that?"
Harry smiled a little to brightly "of course we do unless of course you want to be my first test subject for my first ever oblivate spell?"
Tonks shook her head, and said weakly "I'll take the potion."
Harry beamed "Good open wide," Tonks complied and Harry dropped three drops of the potion into her mouth. Almost instantaneously Tonks adopted a vacant expression.
Harry cleared his throat and began "What is your opinion of the Ministry of Magic?"
Tonks stared off into space as she answered "The ministry is run by corrupt, biased, morons, who bow to rich purebloods."
"What would you think of having the ministry overthrown and a new system of government put into place?"
"If it was a good system that isn't run by pureblood zealots, then sure."
Harry nodded things were going well so far "Would you wish to be a part of such a movement?"
"Sure."
"What is your opinion of Albus Dumbledore?"
"He's a good Headmaster if a bit too favourable to Gryffindor and aloof."
"What is your opinion of Albus Dumbledore on a political level?"
"He's a manipulative old bastard."
Harry raised and eyebrow and looked around at his friends they were all just as shocked as he was except Neville who was engrossed in a obscure Herbology book. "Why do you think that?"
"He had been on my mums case for years, he even got her kicked out of the department of magical law because she went against one too many of the laws he wanted to pass through and because she was outspoken against his policies in the war with you-know-who, and because he has had the last three ministers of magic kissing his ass."
"That was surprising Harry had always had Tonks pinned as a Dumbledore supporter, how interesting. Would you support or join a group out to remove Dumbledore's influence from the seats of power in the wizarding world?"
"Yes."
"Do you support the ideals of the Dark Lord Voldemort?"
"No."
Harry searched his mind looking for more questions to ask but came up with nothing, "Well that's all the questions I have, we'll just wait for the potion to wear off."
Tonks stared blankly into space, "good."
Fred and George shared a mischievous glance before they called out "are you double jointed?"
"yes I am a metamorphmagus, my body can shift anyway I want."
Fred and George starred at Tonks with unconcealed awe and lust. "Would you mind being cloned?"
"yes I would mind, I don't think the world could stand two of me."
"Do you think Fred and George Weasley are sexy beasts?"
"No."
Fred and George looked heartbroken, they were about to ask some another question when the potion wore off and Tonks shaking with anger her eyes blood red turned on the twins "I know were you live if you ever decide to embarrass me in such a way again, I will personally hunt you down and rip off your balls puree them in front of your very eyes before forcing them down your throat."
"Crystal clear," they chimed together, "would you chain us up and whip us like the bad boys we are?" Neville gave the twins an odd look.
Tonks shot them a look of disgust before she ignored them and turned to Harry and asked rather sarcastically "How were my results?"
Harry grinning "excellent, would you like to join our society, revolutionary group that plans to take over and fix the Ministry of Magic, destroy Voldemort, and overthrow Dumbledore."
Tonks glared at him "sure why not, it isn't like you're going to do anything drastic your only kids."
Harry smirked and was about to retort.
Hermione interrupted before things could spiral out of control. "Now all we need is to seal the pact, I found a nice blood ritual that should do the trick unlike most it won't take your life it will only remove the memories of what we were doing here, our plans and the like nothing too serious, I also added a rather vicious stinging hex to the runes in the ritual." Hermione smiled sadistically. "There are five sets of runes all together, to be etched on the palm of your wand hand," Harry shuddered "Don't worry Harry these runes only get drawn on with charcoal of a willow branch mixed with the blood of a dove, and I will do the etching so there will be little chance of you accidentally severing your hand by drawing the wrong rune." Hermione looked sharply at Harry's new wooden arm which promptly flipped her off. Giving Harry's arm on last Glare Hermione busied herself with the implements she had brought for the ritual.
Dobby spoke up "Dobby will be returning the Potion to it's proper place, then Dobby will be going back to Miss Spritey as she must be missing Dobby by now." Giving Harry a wink Dobby popped out of the room.
Harry was looked morosely over to where Dobby was just standing "I wish I knew how to apparate."
Hermione sighed exasperatedly "you can't apparate within Hogwarts grounds Harry, How many times do I have to tell you?"
"I know, you've said it a million times before, I just wish I could. Fred could you teach me?"
Fred's muffled voice came from the corner "yeah whatever just shut up, we're trying to sleep over here."
Tonks looked around confused "what the Hell is going on? Your only first years how do you know these things?"
Harry smiled mischievously "we're a bit more than that but you'll find out soon enough." Greg who was bouncing in his seat with excitement looked up eagerly. "Calm down Greg your curiosity will be sated in good time."
Hermione had at last finished preparations for the ritual, a pentagram of squids ink, a silver bowl and dagger in it's center, Hermione made everyone sit round it as she carefully drew the runes on each of their hands. The last rune finished on Neville's had Hermione got up "Alright now everyone stand up, I'm going to pass the dagger around and you are to cut your hand through the center of the runes while saying the words 'I swear on my blood and magic to repeat no secret which was uttered in this room tonight'."
Neville looked thoughtful for a moment before he spoke "um Hermione how will we get new people in the group if we can't tell them some of the secrets we will say tonight?"
Hermione looked pensive for a moment "Harry go sit in the corner you won't be needed, it would be nearly impossible for you to betray this anyway and extremely stupid of you."
Harry gratefully left and sat in the corner, he wasn't in the mood to be sliced up by Hermione anymore than need be. Greg shot him an envious glare, Harry shot him a smug smile.
Tonks looked around "wouldn't it be easier just to do a witches oath and be done with it, this is dark magic you know?"
Hermione glared at Tonks "there are way's around those, this is far more secure, there is no such thing as dark magic only dark intentions." Tonks shrugged and waited for the ritual to begin, Goyle was eyeing Hermione shrewdly.
Hermione was the first she deftly cut her hand with barely a wince and spoke the words as her blood dripped into the silver bowl, which Harry noticed was covered with a web of runes mostly pertaining to truth, honesty, and loyalty if he read them correctly. Hermione passed the dagger to Neville who looked rather squeamish, Neville passed the knife with relief to Greg who could barely contain his excitement, Tonks and the Twins soon followed, as soon as the last word was spoken a white light erupted from the bowl bathing everyone white light before the light collapsed in on itself before exploding out ward sending everyone flying.
Hermione giggled in delight, Harry hoped she wasn't addled from her fall. "It worked exactly as it was supposed to, this is so much more exciting than removing master rune bonds."
Tonks who was rubbing the rapidly rising bump on her head she received from crashing into the wall, shot up fast at Hermione's last remark "You removed master rune bonds? ARE YOU INSANE?"
Hermione looked to Harry who shrugged and flipped her off "Yes I did actually, Harry's."
Tonks looked between Harry and Hermione her face rapidly turning red with anger, she spoke again this time barely above a whisper "you could have died, why would you let a little girl remove what is better left alone?"
Harry sighed not really looking forward to explaining every thing "well, technically I would have ended up dead eventually if they weren't removed, our friendly neighbourhood dark lord would have made sure of that, I doubt having a disarming spell go awry in the middle of a life or death battle would be good for the health." Tonks tried to interrupt but Harry cut her off "please this is a long story, ask questions afterwards?" Tonks nodded reluctantly, Greg was sitting on the edge of his seat. "Alright were to begin… At the beginning I suppose my name is Harry Potter for the ten years since I was one I lived with my aunt and uncle in the cupboard under the stairs with the spiders until one day I received a letter, my uncle freaked at the sight and destroyed it before I could read it, more and more letters came, until my uncle went mad and took everyone by car searching for some place where the letters couldn't find us. The night of my eleventh birthday a man named Hagrid showed up saying I was magical he gave me my Hogwarts letter, and told me a bit about the wizarding world before taking to Diagon Alley for my school supplies before returning me to my aunt house. On September the first my relatives took me to kings cross station on route to having my cousins pig tail, he received from Hagrid, removed. I managed to find the portal to the Hogwarts express with the help of a nice red head witch who was escorting her children to the train. On the train I befriended a boy named Ron Weasley and made enemies with Draco Malfoy and his two goons Crabb and Goyle." Greg shot Harry a confused look, but Harry ignored him "At Hogwarts I was sorted into Gryffindor, all sorts of adventures ensued, joining the Gryffindor quiddich team as seeker, saving Hermione from a troll with Ron on Halloween, sending a dragon to Romania, and saving the philosophers stone from Voldemort who was possessing the Defence against the Dark arts teacher professor Quirille at the time. Over the summer I was rescued from starvation, since Dobby," Harry glared at the elf "decided to let a pudding fall on Vernon's business partners wife's head. I was rescued any way by my best friend Ron and his twin brothers Fred and George."
Harry took a deep breath and continued "In my second year, there were a string of petrifying I was blamed since I was found at the scene of a few and was later discovered to be a parslemouth," Tonks and Goyle gasped Harry just sneered and hissed at them "Anyway Hermione got petrified, and Ron and I visited Hagrids giant spider friend in the forbidden forest. Ron's little sister Ginny was taken to the chamber of secrets, Ron, Lockhart, and I went down to rescue her, Killing a thousand year old basilisk, and destroying the diary with Tom Riddle's, now known as Voldemort's, memory in it that was possessing her.
Third year I blew up Marge, Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban and Dementors were sent to guard Hogwarts, at the end of the year using Hermione's time turner she used to attend every course Hogwarts has to offer, we saved Sirius who we learned earlier was innocent, framed by Peter Pettigrew my parents real secret keeper and loyal death eater, and Hagrids pet hippogriff who was sentenced to death of slashing Malfoy's arm because he insulted him."
Fourth year I went to the Quiddich world cup with Ron's family and Hermione where drunken death eaters decided to riot. At Hogwarts the Triwizard tournament was to be held and one champion choosing to represent each school, Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beaubaxons. The names were chosen, Cedric Diggory, Victor Krum, and Fleur Delacour, however the goblet of fire spit out another name my own. I was forced to compete even though I didn't put my name in, even my best friend didn't believe me, that was until I was forced to steal and egg from a mother dragon. There was a ball," Harry shuddered at the memory, "and then we had to do the second task dive into the lake and rescue a loved one from the merpeople, I took it seriously of course and tried to save everyone. I have a hero complex." Harry took a deep breath and continued. "The third task we had to navigate a maze the cup was in the center, Cedric and I managed to tie," Harry swallowed hard he still felt guilty even years later, "we decided to both take the cup, and we did. But the cup was a portkey set up by a loyal death eater in Hogwarts, the Defence Professor Madeye Moody, or Bartimus Crouch Jr. as he was otherwise known, saved from Azkaban by his mother, and imprisoned by his father," Harry's fist clenched. "The portkey took us straight to a graveyard where Voldemort and Pettigrew were waiting. Cedric didn't stand a chance Pettigrew killed him, they needed my blood though so they left me alive. Well using my blood Pettigrew resurrected Voldemort back into full power. He called his inner circle and we had a mock duel, I managed to escape back to Hogwarts where, Crouch Jr. was unmasked and everyone made aware that Voldemort was back, not that they believed me only Dumbledore did."
I was sent back to the Dursley's, where I was denied news even though I was at the top of Voldemort's hit list. I was attacked by two dementors, and charged with underage magic. I was taken to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix to await my trial while there I learned the Ministry was doing all in it's power to discredit me and refuting anyone who said Voldemort was back. I was tried in front of the entire wizgamot for my simple 'crime' of using magic to prevent my and my cousins souls from being removed, I was luckily found innocent. At Hogwarts the Ministry was meddling even more they appointed Delores Umbridge Defence Professor, where she taught no magic at all only useless theory's. Eventually the ministry made her the high inquisitor of Hogwarts, she made a bunch of insane decrees and tortured students with a blood quill. Through out the year I had vision's of what Voldemort was doing through my scar, which is a connection to his mind, I also dreamed of corridors and locked doors, I thought at the time that it was simply what was on his mind at the time. I had a dream of biting Ron's father it turned out to be true and I ended up saving his life. Dumbledore forced me to take Occulmency lessons with Snape even though he knew we hated each other, I did not even attempt to learn, the lessons ended when I took my snooping too far. At the end of the year during my history of magic OWL I had a final vision, Voldemort had captured Sirius and was torturing him in the Department of Mysteries hall of prophesy, which was the place I had been dreaming of for months. Riding thestrals we, that is myself, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Ron, and his sister Ginny, went to the Department of Mysteries to save Sirius. It ended up being a trap we battled, or rather ran for our lives, from the death eaters Voldemort had sent to get the prophesy. The Order of the Phoenix came to our rescue, and Sirius was killed. After I was taken back to Hogwarts by Dumbledore and a few life altering things were explained to me. As always I was sent back to my most loving relatives, I went to sleep the first night back and awoke someplace entirely new.
Apparently there are a bunch of elves or something on a power trip as they summoned me, Neville, and Luna, said some crazy things then sent us off with obscure gifts in books back six years in the past. I awoke in my cupboard realized things were a bit off, went to Diagon Alley got some books, I knew what I had to do no use wasting time thinking about things. When I got back I opened my book, got told off and had one of the rune bonds on my magical core removed. Over the next year I lived with Dobby, Studied, and had Hermione remove the rest of my bonds, killed my aunt Marge accidentally, had my arm eaten by a dog, and had a sorting Hat totally ruin my plans. There I'm finished any Questions?"
Greg and Tonks sat silently for a moment not speaking absorbing all that they had just heard. Harry waited for one of them to speak up, but it was Hermione who broke the silence. "Harry about your Occlumency lessons, didn't you say Snape said you were good enough, that you didn't need them anymore?"
"I lied." Harry wasn't about to tell anyone what happened it wouldn't be right even though the Snape now didn't know. Hermione didn't look satisfied but she dropped the subject.
Tonks was the first to regain her wits. "So you meet with some other worldly beings and get sent back in time and are currently planning to take over the wizarding world."
Harry nodded "that's the gist of it."
"Your insane you know that." Harry nodded "well at least you realize your insane, well what do you plan to do?"
"Exorcise Voldemorts spirit from Quirrell and go from there. I think I will lay low at Hogwarts for a few years, keep your friends close and your enemies closer as they say, and I want to keep a close eye on Dumbledore, and Voldemort. I'll wait and see."
Greg looked thoughtful "so this means your seventeen right."
Harry nodded sadly "yes seventeen in an eleven year olds body it is rather odd to tell the truth." Tonks laughed, "It isn't funny, how would you like to be stuck in a child's body?" Tonks morphed into a child of four, Harry sighed and pouted "well at least you can change back."
Tonks changed back to her regular purple haired self "It is funny though."
Fred nearly cracked his jaw with a yawn, "can we get this over with already, I don't think we can stay awake much longer."
Jumping back on task Harry began rattling off his plan, "alright where was I," he thought for a moment "ah yes, Hermione, I need you to research the customs of any and all magical creatures you can find, don't worry about house elves or goblins I have those covered." Harry turned to Neville "Neville, your Gran has lots of old pure blood matriarchs as friends right?" Neville nodded and shuddered at some painful memory as he absentmindedly rubbed his cheeks. "Good when you go home I want you to begin testing the waters on whose on whose side." Neville nodded reluctantly not looking forward to being manhandled by too strong old witches. Harry turned to Fred and George "you two can begin setting up foreign contacts I know you have to get your supplies from somewhere. Oh and get Dobby some TV's as small as you can find and charm them to work off magic or some thing. We have a plan to free the house elves we will corrupt them from within." Hermione beamed at him and the twins gave him identical cockney smirks they were well aware of the effect of television on house elves, they had already corrupted nearly one hundred in there joke industry. "Greg I will need your help subverting Slytherin." the hulking boy nodded a little too eagerly and Harry looked at him askance before he turned to Tonks "Tonks my metamorphmagus friend, I wonder what your career plans are?"
Tonks looked at Harry morosely "Mother is making me become a auror."
"That's good if you pass, you can be are Ministry contact, if not you can always become Fudge's secretary, I'm sure old Fudgy would be most thrilled at having a pretty little metamorphmagus at his beck and call."
Tonks glared at Harry menacingly "don't you think I'm good enough to be an auror?"
Harry shrugged "I don't know, I don't think accidentally tripping into people to neutralise someone is part of an auror's training."
Tonks glared daggers at Harry "why you little brat, I'll show you, I will totally rule auror training and prove all you bastards wrong." With that Tonks stormed out of the room of requirement.
Hermione raised an eyebrow in Harry's direction "you deliberately goaded her didn't you?"
Harry smirked "of course. Well that's enough for tonight I suppose there isn't much more we can do at this point any way. Try not to get caught on your way back." With that everyone filtered out of the Room of Requirement, everyone but Fred and George who were snoring lightly in the corner.
That night Harry lay awake in his bed, the drapes closed tight wrapping him in darkness, waiting for Greg to fall asleep, he hoped to begin hiding his memory caches throughout his partially constructed maze, it was a rather nice maze in Harry's opinion, tall stone walls open to a night sky, he hoped to add traps as in vines and ivy that would tie an intruder to his mind up, allowing Harry to cause them some serious pain once he mastered those techniques.
Harry's hopes for more occlumency practice were dashed when he heard Greg turn over to face him, the larger boy in a hushed whisper asked "Harry are you awake?"
Sighing Harry answered "yes Greg I am."
"Um Harry, do you really intend to take over the wizarding world, crush Dumbledore, and kill Voldemort?"
"Yes, I do Greg."
"How are you going to subvert Slytherin?"
"I'm not sure yet. What's with all the questions?"
"I don't know, you'd be asking questions to if you found out your best friend was from the future or something like that."
"I'm your best friend?"
"Only friend more like."
"Aren't you friends with Malfoy?"
"No." Greg sighed and explained, "well I used to be 'friends' with him , all he did was order Vincent and me around. I broke it off after my father died, mum and me had no reason to be friendly with them any more. That's why I was surprised why you said I was Malfoy's crony."
"Your father died?"
"Yes he got drunk and was hit by a muggle bus."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not he was a real bastard." They sat in silence for a few moments "Well good night Harry I'll start, cozying up to the non-you-know-who supporting Slytherins tomorrow and half bloods, they will be easier to get on our side, then once we have some backing we'll start chipping at the weaker dark families, and slowly work our way up once we get more power."
"Sounds like a good idea Greg."
A few minutes later Harry heard Greg's soft snores, he was some what surprised at Greg's discloser, but with further though he realised that there might be more to most Slytherins than he imagined. Harry sat up and crossed his legs and began clearing his mind. His last though before he turned inward was "this could actually work."
Weeks passed and He and Greg were slowly making progress befriending Slytherin house, more often than not they had several students sit with them in the Great Hall, mostly the handful of half bloods and a few of the more courageous students from non Voldemort supporting families, as well as Malfoy from time to time, thankfully he never stayed too long, he had took Harry's last threat to heart.
Things were going relatively well in classes as well Harry had taken to removing the covers of his school books and placing more advanced texts inside and charming the pages to look like those from the original it was a pain but it allowed him to progress farther in his studies. He even hid the charms under a set of cloaking runes, that had taken him a whole day to refine to perfection.
There had only been one incident of surprise, during flying lessons, with Gryffindor of no less. Harry had made his way down to the pitch it was a sunny day, every one was excited especially Harry, he hadn't been on a broom for nearly two years and he was itching to feel the wind through his hair. He quickly found a broom, it had a straight handle and the twigs were only slightly bent, as good as the school broom came. The Slytherin's had made it to the pitch first, and were waiting on the Gryffindor's, why Dumbledore always had to antagonize the two by placing them together in biased competitive situations, otherwise known as potions and flying lessons. defied logic.
The Gryffindor mob arrived down at the pitch, bragging and laughing much like the Slytherin's had been doing before anyone came into earshot, appearances had to be kept up. Things were going fine until one of the Gryffindor, Ron Weasely as it turned out decided to taunt the Slytherins lined up opposite, namely Harry himself.
"Hey Potter." The red head shouted out. Harry looked up and sighed he wasn't in the mood for this. "I bet you can't even stay on your broom for one minute."
Harry looked at his former friend and sighed again he wasn't going to enjoy this "What makes you say that nameless Gryffindor?"
"You only have one arm Potter!"
Harry grimaced and the rest of the Slytherins bristled they may not like Harry on principle but he was a Slytherin. Harry's arm promptly flipped Ron off. "That is true I only have one arm, but I at least know how to read, my surname is no longer Potter but Evans." The Slytherins, cackled and Ron turned a bright shade of red.
"We'll at least my parents didn't disown me, you slimy little snake. I bet you mothers spinning in her grave in shame for ever having a filthy traitor like you."
Harry glowered, it was one thing to taunt him about lacking appendages it was another entirely to insult his family. "Shut up weasel, your stupidity astounds me, why don't you fuck off and go pull your head out of your ass it's starting to put shit streaks in that fire you call hair." The Slytherin students guffawed at Harry's comeback while the Gryffindor's scowled in righteous fury. Harry wasn't finished "If you think you have any right to insult me or my mother you are sorely mistaken, I will give you one last chance shut up if you don't I swear I will beat you within an inch of your life."
Ron was starting to turn purple, but was unable to retort as Madame Hooch finally appeared slightly out of breath. "Settle down students, settle down. Everyone find a broom," she barked. The Gryffindor's scrambled to find a good broom, they had little luck finding anything that even remotely looked as though it could fly, the Slytherin's sniggered, it had paid off coming early.
After everyone had found a broom Madame Hooch called out "alright every one put your hand over your boom and say up."
Harry's broom shot into the palm of his hand, as if it would do anything else. After every one had called up their broom they were ordered to kick off and hover a few feet off the ground before landing. Having done this a million times already Harry swung his leg over his broom and kicked off he savoured the floating sensation and could no longer contain himself. Ignoring Madame Hooch's panicked shrieks Harry urged the old broom up into the sky, his body tingled with euphoria, he dove, he spun, he twirled and rolled all with a grace that only came with years of practice. For this moment Harry felt free. That was until his broom gave a sharp jerk, and the handle snapped breaking the old brooms charms and sending Harry tumbling from three hundred feet off the ground. Cursing venomously all the way to the ground Harry fumbled for his wand, he found it but three seconds too late, his body smashed into the ground with tremendous force. Miraculously his artificial arm escaped unscathed. As the first years milled about in panic a purple turbaned shadow flitted back into the shadows of the forbidden forest, unnoticed by all but one.
For the second time in as many weeks Harry awoke in the hospital wing, the morning sun illuminated the drab white furnishings. Groaning Harry reached over to find his glasses, his body burned with pain. Feeling the plastic frames of his glasses Harry put them on and looked around, he was back in the Hospital wing, it seemed to be mid morning and he wasn't alone. Neville was in the bed next to him starring blankly up at the ceiling his limbs wrapped tightly in thick bandages.
Harry choked out a weak "Hey Neville."
The plump brown haired boy looked over mournfully "Hi Harry, you woke up."
Harry groaned in pain "yeah, how long have I been out?"
"Two day's."
"Holy shit… What are you in for?"
"Same as you I fell off my broom, well I sort of smashed into the castle breaking a gargoyle in the process. Apparently gargoyles don't like to be hit by brooms, Madame Pomfrey had to dig the shards of glass out of my back, needless to say the last two day's have been hellish."
"Damn two days, I almost beat my record. So has anyone come to visit."
"Hermione has stopped by every day after classes, so has Goyle, and Fred and George came by yesterday and tried to charm you hot pink, but Madame Pomfrey stopped them in time." Neville looked around furtively before he spoke again "Goyle said he say Quirrell leave the scene after your broom snapped in half maybe he was trying to jinx you like before."
Harry looked thoughtful "I think your right the nimbus two thousand, is heavily warded against such things, and an old broom wouldn't stand a chance against a well placed dark curse." He clenched his fist and vowed silently that he would kick Voldemort's incorporeal ass. "So how's Hufflepuff?" Harry asked.
"It's alright, I was hoping to get into Gryffindor, like my parents, and to make Gran proud, but that stupid hat…"
"Tell me about it."
Neville laughed weakly, "it sure did a number on you. Beside that it's ok, not the Gryffindor tower but ok none the less, everyone is pretty nice too… So how's Slytherin?"
"Rather damp cool and dark, apparently having adequate lighting is a crime, but it is far more private than Gryffindor ever was so I can plot my little plans in seclusion."
Neville chuckled wryly "That's the understatement of the century Harry."
Harry smiled "I know but I am trying to be an ambiguous Slytherin so humour me."
Madame Pomfrey bustled into the infirmary causing the two to break off their conversation. "I see your awake Mr. Evans, I see you have made a habit of visiting the infirmary."
Harry gave her a cocky grin "do yourself justice my dear nurse, I come to visit you."
Madame Pomfrey shook her head, and muttered to herself as she bustled about fixing the dosages of their potions, but Harry noticed that she was smiling slightly.
The next day Harry and Neville were released, both with broom bans, much to Harry's annoyance, but he couldn't do much about it the wily nurse was adamant and deaf to his begging. Neville on the contrary breathed a sigh of relief he hated brooms with a passion and any reason never to ride one again was a priceless gift in his eyes. The following weeks Harry threw himself into his studies, mastering all manner of exorcism spells for his future encounter with Quirrell. and completing his occlumency maze and finishing storing all of his memory caches, and having begun more advanced techniques to hide his shields and cloak his ability with false memories. Meanwhile Harry and Hermione had taken to studying the thing latched on to his magical core, but to no avail it was firmly latched on and any attempt to remove it caused Harry immeasurable pain. They could only study it from afar but that gave little insight to what it was.
Halloween had finally arrived, this was the day Harry would confront the defence professor, most exorcism spells received a power boost on this one day, and Harry had a feeling he would need everything he had. He had convinced Fred and George to block the third floor corridor to prevent outside interference otherwise known as Snape from discovering Harry. After much begging Harry had convinced Hermione to play Damsel in distress with the troll, it was Greg and Neville's job to rescue her. Tonks was slightly put out having no part in the plan but after Harry said she was back up in case Quirrell did anything strange, she calmed down.
Harry ignored the succulent smell of baked pumpkin wafting through the corridors from the Great Hall he was on a far more important mission at the moment, his stomach could wait. He was currently flat against the wall behind a tapestry opposite the locked door on the third floor, his ears straining for the tell tale thump of boots on cold stone floor. He listened to his hearts stead beat as minutes ticked by. His breath caught as the near inaudible patter of a pair of feet came down the hall. Harry smirked and slid his body out from behind the dozing battle scene.
"Alohmora." a purple turbaned Quirrell intoned, the door gave a loud click causing Quirrell's eyes to dart from side to side looking for possible observers but he foolishly didn't look behind. It was Harry's pleasure to oblige.
"Now now, I don't think you should be here, very naughty of you I must say."
Quirrell whirled around and pointed his wand at the undergrown form of Harry Evans formerly known as Potter. "What do you think your doing here get back to the feast."
Harry tisked "you forgot to stutter," Quirrell glowered "and I'm afraid I can't go to the feast, you see I know about your little 'friend' and I'm afraid you two are going to part ways. STUPIFY!" It would be easier to perform the exorcism on a motionless body.
"PROTEGEO." Harry's spell ricocheted down the hall. "NECRO."
Harry conjured a gold shield that withstood the minor killing curse, Quirrell's eyes widened in surprise and Harry took his chance to take the offensive. "MORTIS MOTUS."
Quirrell regained his wits and rolled to the side shouting mid roll his next spell "REDUCTO."
Harry dropped to the ground the spell missing him by inches, before exploding with tremendous force into a suit of armour. "IGNIUS MAXIMUS," a fire ball hurtled towards Quirrell."
"AQUA MURUS." The fire ball sizzled as it his the column of water that rose to block it's path.
Harry readied his next spell "ACCIO TURBAN." The purple fabric unwound around Quirrell's head and flew towards Harry who promptly burned it, "Hey Tommy long time no see what has it been ten years."
"Shut up you little brat," the snake like face on the back of Quirrell's head snarled.
"You wound me Voldy, I though we were friends. EXPLODUS!"
The stone wall behind Quirrell crumbled to dust when the pale man jumped to the side. Voldemort's face spoke and Quirrell whimpered "you are powerful Potter I give you that, join me and you will become even more so." The two faced man shot off another reducto.
And Harry dodged to the side "I would take you up on that I really would," Harry began sarcastically "but you did kill my parents and I have to kill you out of vengeance and all that jazz. POENA DE FROIDIUM."
Voldemort spoke from within the glittering cage of ice "the very parents who disowned you?"
"Voldy I didn't know you were illiterate, some silly law disowned me not my parents. So take your offer and shove it up your ass." Harry's left arm flipped him off for good measure.
Voldemort melted the cage and sneered "foolish boy very well DIE! CAEDES." Bellowed Quirrell.
Harry moved to the side but he wasn't fast enough the brunt of the spell hit him on his right side, ripping off most of his flesh. Ignoring the searing pain he countered shouting with all the emotion he could muster "EXPELLO SPIRITUS TENEBRAE." A jet of blue light shot from Harry's wand.
Quirrell was hit head on with the spell the light entered his body in a stream through his mouth, he blinked stupidly for a second before he began to scream as a dark cloud was forced through his ears nose and mouth until it was all out. Quirrell crumpled to the floor unconscious, the swirling cloud of darkness gave a howl of rage before turning on Harry who had sunk to his knees in a pool of his own blood. The sprit of Voldemort was almost upon him when a voice bellowed from the side.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM." Harry turned his head weakly to see the bat like form of Snape and the fearful forms of the Weasley twins. A humongous silver bat flew with astonishing speed towards the shadow of Voldemort, the two collided and Voldemort shrieking in pain fled down the hall and out the window.
Harry smiled faintly "That was some crazy shit." Weak from blood loss Harry fell to his side his ripped torso exposed to the world, he felt himself lifted from the ground before he knew no more.
Harry blinked awake and looked around the familiar blank whiteness of the infirmary greeted him fumbling for his glasses, fight with Quirrell coming back to him, he smiled to himself he needed to find more fights like that, only next time he would try not to nearly get killed. He gingerly lifted up his pyjama shirt exposing his right side which was a mass of red discoloured scars. Harry sighed the way things were going he would have more scars than Madeye Moody.
A soft voice spook up from the doorway "Ah Harry I see your up. I dare say you gave Madame Pomfrey quite a scare last night."
Harry looked up Albus Dumbledore in all his magenta robed glory stood in the doorway. Harry spoke in a level voice, "I didn't mean to sir, entirely an accident." The old man looked at him sadly, and Harry fought the urge to swear. Instead he put his voice to use after the aging professor walked over and took a seat next to Harry's bed. "so how is professor Quirrell, sir."
Dumbledore sighed "He is quite alright, I was able to convince him to stay on till the end of the year."
Harry remarked contemptibly "are you sure sir, I mean I don't think his health would be up for it, it isn't every day one houses the face and soul of a dark lord now is it, you never know he might have been quite happy with the arrangement."
Dumbledore looked down on Harry benevolently "I believe your fears are unfounded, professor Quirrell assured me his possession was against his will."
Harry looked up at the aging wizard sceptically "and you believed him, shouldn't you torture him, or feed him some truth potion? People lie all the time you know."
"Of course that is why, professor Snape and myself gave him the most powerful truth serum known to man, the state he was in he couldn't have possibly had the wits to overcome it."
Harry nodded at least the old man still had a few grains of sense. On that note he would have to be more careful. Dumbledore looked at Harry straight in the eye and Harry looked straight back, using all of his will power to occlude his mind. Dumbledore looked away after a minute, "it would be interesting to know where you learn Occulemency?"
Harry spoke in a level voice "wouldn't it."
Dumbledore sighed "I hope you know where this path you tread leads."
"Of course." The two sat in strained silence.
Dumbledore looked at Harry sadly one last time, before standing up "I hope you recover soon." With that the Headmaster strode calmly out of the infirmary in a swirl of magenta robes.
Harry relaxed into his bed, he had a feeling Dumbledore had meant something more with that last statement, but Harry didn't have a clue what. Harry was released the next day much to Harry's surprise he had expected to be bed ridden for a few more day's, but Madame Pomfrey had let him go. He still had to report twice a day for a check up but he was free and that was what mattered. Besides the pensive looks coming from Dumbledore and being stalked by Snape everyone and everything was relatively calm, except Quirrell who looked like a cornered rabbit, Harry didn't blame him he would be too in his position. Hermione had easily dealt with the rogue troll alone five minute before Neville and Goyle even showed up, and had received forty points for Hufflepuff, she had managed a better lie this time. For Harry though he had come to a realisation and he was going remedy it as quickly as possible.
After breakfast Harry headed back to the Slytherin dorms alone a clear intent in his mind, he had ditched Greg at the library after giving him clear directions to good beginners transfiguration books he would hopefully have no interruptions. Navigating the cool depths of the dungeons Harry at last made it to the common room, with no Snape sightings, which was blessedly empty. After making his way to his dorm unnoticed Harry went straight for his trunk checking the multitude of wards he put in place, each coming up clear, they hadn't been touched in the slightest. He pulled out all of his mundane belongings and pulled up the false bottom of his trunk to reveal nothing, he had cleverly placed it under two different types of disillusionment charm over his shrunken multi-compartment trunk. Dispelling the charms Harry took out his trunk and expanded it to full size. Taking a breath he ran his fingers over the amber wood until he found the right knot and opened the secret drawer, gingerly he took out his dark arts primers, taking the one labelled beginner he placed it under his pillow before he replaced every thing and meticulously reapplied the wards. At last he finished crawling into bed he drew the curtains and cast several of his most subtle privacy wards. Lighting the tip of his wand Harry pulled out his thick dark arts tome and began to read, as he progressed Harry couldn't help but grin Voldemort was going down.
Authors note:
How exciting another chapter done, and more to come soon enough. I totally know where I'm going with this so I doubt I'll get stumped on anything drastic. I think the wooden arm is best, it has attitude, I was going to have Harry be Hermione's guinea pig and receive a super cool arm like Wormtail's but I changed my mind for now. I feel sorry for Harry I totally didn't mean to hospitalise him three times it just happened for some inexplicable reason. I can't think of anything else so I will go start on the next chapter.