Chapter 2: Leaders need followers
Hogwarts Halloween Feast 3 months after Harry's departure
Life at Hogwarts had returned to normal after the first panic of Harry's disappearance had run its course. Everyone was still very worried about their fate without their savior, but it had dulled from full blown panic. Getting things back to normal for the students had been the goal of the teachers since the news of Harry's disappearance had hit the wizarding world in late September. Students and teachers alike where relaxing at the feast from the constant fear and worry about Voldermort, though the Dark Lord had not yet truly started his reign of terror, he was attacking important places in the wizarding world in order to break down communications. The floo network was completely disabled due to the fact that its building had been reduced to rubble, with many injured and dead. It had been a dark day when news had reached Hogwarts of the attack, since it had not been known by any of Dumbledore's spies in Voldermort's ranks so neither the Order nor the Ministry had been alerted beforehand.
Many wondered where the-boy-who-lived was as they ate their dinner with friends, but none voiced their thoughts aloud; although, what happened next surprised everyone.
The chattering students' conversations were cut off as they heard a loud bang. Many confused faces turned towards the head table to their teachers, while others were too afraid to wonder about anything at all. Silence reigned throughout the hall as the clip-clop of what many guessed to be hooves, came closer. The teachers wondered if it was Firenze coming to warn them about something, or if there was something more sinister at work. The hooves could be heard picking up speed and heading towards the entrance of the great hall; no one was left to wonder as a few seconds later, the doors burst open as a great big horse and rider came galloping in, coming to a stop in the middle of the hall between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, since the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables were kept apart by the somewhat neutral houses.
The rider looked around before dismounting, noticing the bewildered, scared, and confused looks he was getting. Of course, that might be because of his appearance, as it was not conductive to being seen as remotely non-threatening. He faced the head table and bowed, which was followed by more looks, though a few looked intrigued and curious by half.
"Greetings Headmaster," The rider intoned with much warmth, "I'm sorry for the disturbance, but Shadow wanted to make an entrance, and he would not be denied. He is, of course, house trained...well, castle trained anyhow." The last statement earned him a snort and a nudge from what everyone assumed was Shadow. The rider laughed.
"Quite all right my boy...Fawkes likes to do that from time to time; they are such peculiar creatures phoenixes..." A not so subtle clearing of throat was heard from his left.
"Right...right then. I'm afraid you have us at a disadvantage Mr....."
"I'm hurt, Headmaster, that you have forgotten me so soon...and here I was expecting the grandest of welcomes." The rider let out a long, obviously fake, drawn out sigh. The headmaster's eyes were twinkling like no one had seen in the past few months. Everyone else was still not able to place the rider, since his hood covered most of his face in shadow. "In fact, for a moment, I thought somebody had foreseen my return and ordered a feast in my honor, but alas, I see it's the Halloween feast..."He added in a dejected tone.
"Don't worry, dear boy, I'm sure we can add 'In Harry Potter's Honor,'" There was a tsunami of gasps, "at the end of the banner, or maybe under it in small letters...you think?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes crinkling in mirth and his beard twitching from suppressed mirth at the shocked faces of staff and students alike.
Harry laughed, thoroughly enjoying the lighthearted banter. "That's all right, I'll live with the disappointment...though I wouldn't object if you named say...the great hall after me," Harry added cheekily as he lowered his hood.
"Hmm...well...I'll see what I can do, but I'm afraid Hogwarts rather likes to name things herself." Harry nodded as if he was seriously entertaining this thought. The students and staff alike could only stare. Gone was the Harry Potter everyone remembered, in his place stood a proud young man with flashing green eyes that seemed to look at everything and miss nothing. He had grown in the time he had been gone, no longer short, but not yet fully a man, he stood at about a height of 5'8". He had grown out his hair, which was shoulder length tied back in a half pony tail; two thin braids, starting at each of his temples, framed his face, giving him an exotic look. His manner of dress was peculiar, to say the least. Though not many recognized the style of dress, since it had not been seen in many, many years, more than most could count. Many students of pureblooded wizarding lines and the few who actually paid attention in Binn's class on the few occasions he didn't talk about goblin rebellions, knew immediately that he was wearing the battle robes of old, a style of dress that had not been seen since before the founder's time, but what made everyone stare was the fact that Harry Potter was a walking, talking arsenal of weapons from what they could see.
Harry knew he didn't have much time, and it was time to cut the pleasantries short. "I'm sure everyone is wondering where I have gone and why I came back?" Nods and agreements answered his question. "Well, I can't say we have time to tell you, because time is short, but I can say I've learned the battle arts since I left." There were those gasps and startled noises again, the headmaster only nodded gravely his eyes no longer twinkling merrily. "Now, on to the reason for my return, but first are there any questions besides the ones I just mentioned?"
"Why do you smell like blood?" This from Remus Lupin, the current DADA teacher, whose werewolf senses had told him the blood was a couple of days old. The only reason he asked was he thought Harry might be hurt. Harry grimaced, he could have done without that question, even the headmaster was looking at him piercingly. Bloody hell, stupid to forget about Remus' senses, he berated himself, while outwardly, just grimacing.
"Funny story that...haven't had time to change actually...I was kind of in a hurry, and black covers blood well." He knew his explanation had fallen flat with the teachers, but he could hear snorts of laughter from the Slytherins and a couple of others.
"Perhaps we should take this to my office..."Dumbledore suggested with a cheery tone that belayed the situation, but everyone understood he meant it as an order, not a suggestion.
"I'm afraid, headmaster, that my reason for being here involves the students more than the teachers. I had hoped not to have to explain the blood, I had forgotten about Moony. Before coming here I was in a war much like the one we are facing, the blood Moony smells is that of my enemies. Funnily enough, this is pretty clean for me, in fact, it was a minute skirmish while I was traveling here; be assured that those who attacked me will not bother anyone else again." Harry added with such certainty that many wondered how he knew.
"And how, pray tell, do you know that, Mr. Potter?" Professor Snape sneered, mentally thinking it was foolish to cross someone who was wearing battle robes, war braids, two swords, a longbow, and two daggers; even if it was a Potter. He also knew that there was more to that horse than met the eye. Shadow had a too human intelligence in his dark brown eyes, as if he knew what his master would answer and was anticipating its reception. Snape knew a well-trained animal when he saw one, and Shadow was most well trained. He did not shy away from the crowd or nervously fidget as most horses were prone to do; he stood absolutely still, waiting for his master to tell him what to do.
"Well it's simple really, no need to pray about it...I killed them all...I guess you could pray about it if you're so inclined, but I doubt it'll help, they'll be just as dead once you're done." Everyone in the hall, including the headmaster, was obviously not expecting that statement, since everyone's mouth had fallen open. Harry found the sight morbidly amusing, and couldn't help but add, "It's really their fault I'm dirty, I must confess it's hard to kill someone by blade without having some of their blood end up on your person. However, that is beside the point, I can't waste more time with it, as it is, in the end, irrelevant. Now, everyone kindly shut your mouth, flies do not taste good, not even covered in chocolate." There were multiple snorts of laughter and 'ewws' from the students, while many teachers now regarded him with mistrust or simply glared hatefully. Snape was glaring at his cheek, but was actually more interested in the horse's snort, as if he understood what had been said...he wondered if it was possible for horses to laugh...then thought to himself, he really needed to start getting more sleep, it was affecting his state of mind... laughing horses...indeed.
"Harry, I must ask you to explain yourself; I do not like what I am hearing or the ease to which you admit it." Harry felt a pang of sorrow as he saw the Headmasters eyes no longer twinkle, but harden like ice covers the rivers and lakes in winter.
"Forgive me, but that is not all of which you will dislike this day." With that Harry turned and addressed the intrigued student body. "Everyone knows that I am Harry Potter. It is also common knowledge that I defeated Voldermort as a baby; therefore, everyone looks to me to save them this time around before he begins his reign of terror. I'm sorry to say that I can't save the wizarding world this time around. A war had been brewing and one person cannot stem the tide. My life was chosen for me, I have no choice but to fight against Voldermort, regardless of the fact that I want nothing more than to graduate and become a professional seeker. However, what I want is no longer a choice I have to make; I gave that up on the night I chose to lead the wizarding world against one of the greatest evils the world has ever known, and lead them I will. No matter how much your parents and teachers try to shield you from the evils that are brewing, you are a major part of this war." Harry looked around to see how his speech was being received. He saw many disbelieving faces, others held sympathy, many confusion.
"Who do you think will be drafted to fill up the ranks of aurors and unspeakables? Why do you think this school, and many others, are so well protected? Why do you think Voldermort wants Hogwarts burned to ashes? You are the reason, as it is his intent to make sure the future of the wizarding world is destroyed, and only his followers would be left alive. As it is, Hogwarts will fall...teachers...are not soldiers they will not kill the enemy but incapacitate. You are not soldiers, you do not know how to defend yourselves from an enemy that shows no mercy; you will fall easily beneath the unforgiving tide. After you, the future of the world, are gone, he will have won, all because you were not given a choice because they believe you are mere children. When you graduate after seven years of learning nothing that will help you in the war, you will be sent to your deaths holding the titles of aurors and unspeakables. Others will join the ranks of the death eaters, hoping that is a better choice. However, death will haunt all of you the same way on either side of this struggle. You will be lead like lambs to the slaughter, believing that your side is the right side." Harry knew that the staff was trying to do something to stop him, but he had frozen them wandlessly while speaking. The students were listening with rapt attention.
"I stand before you now, not as your fellow student, or friend, but as your future leader. I give everyone here the choice I was not given, one that would have saved many lives in the long run. While I know many of you, there are many I don't know, for that I am sorry. I am cutting your childhood short by giving you this choice, and it will influence the rest of your lives. I am asking you to fight with me, learn with me, and, most of all, to trust me to do what is best, even when it seems hopeless. Most of you that choose to come with me must be ready to kill without a moments hesitation, and be ready to protect me with your lives, should there be need. If you choose to come with me, I will explain the last in more detail, but for now you will have to go on faith. You will train in all manner and style of fighting, be it sword or muggle guns. You will follow my orders, and, should there be need, you will follow me to hell if I so choose. You will become the ultimate warriors, the likes of which this world has never seen. You will leave everything you once believed in and everyone you love behind, as when you come back you will be very different from the person you are now. While only a couple of months will have passed here, you will be physically and mentally years older since time passes differently where we will go. Oh, I almost forgot that while war is going on, you will be praised for your actions in my service, but after, you will be shunned and feared. After being a warrior, you will not be able to just drop your sword one day and decide to be a teacher." There was stunned silence from his audience. Ron and Hermione were looking at each other, wondering what the hell had happened to the Harry they knew, and why he wanted them to kill in his name if they went with him. Everyone else was just completely blown away from having someone actually treat them like adults and not children.
"I know many would like to ask questions, but we don't have time, you will need to make your choice with as much information as you have now. First and second years will stay here and start training with the one man who will teach you what you need to know...Professor Severus Snape. However much you dislike him as a person, know that if you wish to survive, you will learn everything he has to teach you, for when we come back, we will take over his training as he initiates more first and second years. Those of you that choose not to fight, continue on, be assured that when you wish to join my side you will be welcomed, but be advised that should you join Voldermort or try to betray the light side, your lives will be forfeit. I will personally hunt you down and kill you as the rat you are." No one could question that Harry Potter wasn't serious about his threat, though many were still amazed that he would endorse Professor Snape, of all people; however, many first and second years would do as he said, because they, unlike the older years, trusted him as only children could.
"Third years and above will come with me if you choose to. I will not make this choice for you. I can't make this choice for you. Remember that death will very much be a part of the new life you will make where we are going, and you will probably be the one doing the killing. You have until I'm done talking to a couple of students to make up your minds." The once soundless hall was now filled with murmurings and glances at friends, teachers, and Harry as the students debated what they should do, looking to their group leaders to advice them.
Harry, on the other hand, wanted to talk to the descendants of the last Dark Knights, hopefully soon-to-be his Dark Knights. "I need too see the following students which includes: Anyone related by blood to the Lestrange's, Macnair's, Nott's, Crabbe's, Goyle's, Parkinson's, Malfoy's, Avery's, and Black's." The hall was once again silent while the ones called were wary of being singled out this way. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Miss Lesley: Thanks for the review and Draco and Harry will be friends. I like them as a pairing but don't feel like smut or slash writing at the moment so they are friends. Well I think I gonna turn Hermione into an oracle since she hates divination pretty funny and ironic if she turns out to be an oracle with her contempt for that branch of magic. Ron he's gonna be killed not sure how just yet but he's a gonna bite the big one with nary a whimper on his part. Thanks for the tips about training I hadn't thought about the strength it would take to wield weapons yet. So far he's just carrying them.
Tigrislupa: Thanks for becoming my beta. I'm gonna answer all your questions as soon as I get a minute to really think about how everything ties into stuff.
SilverKnight7: Thanks for the review hope you liked the update.
More as soon as I get it to my beta.
Hogwarts Halloween Feast 3 months after Harry's departure
Life at Hogwarts had returned to normal after the first panic of Harry's disappearance had run its course. Everyone was still very worried about their fate without their savior, but it had dulled from full blown panic. Getting things back to normal for the students had been the goal of the teachers since the news of Harry's disappearance had hit the wizarding world in late September. Students and teachers alike where relaxing at the feast from the constant fear and worry about Voldermort, though the Dark Lord had not yet truly started his reign of terror, he was attacking important places in the wizarding world in order to break down communications. The floo network was completely disabled due to the fact that its building had been reduced to rubble, with many injured and dead. It had been a dark day when news had reached Hogwarts of the attack, since it had not been known by any of Dumbledore's spies in Voldermort's ranks so neither the Order nor the Ministry had been alerted beforehand.
Many wondered where the-boy-who-lived was as they ate their dinner with friends, but none voiced their thoughts aloud; although, what happened next surprised everyone.
The chattering students' conversations were cut off as they heard a loud bang. Many confused faces turned towards the head table to their teachers, while others were too afraid to wonder about anything at all. Silence reigned throughout the hall as the clip-clop of what many guessed to be hooves, came closer. The teachers wondered if it was Firenze coming to warn them about something, or if there was something more sinister at work. The hooves could be heard picking up speed and heading towards the entrance of the great hall; no one was left to wonder as a few seconds later, the doors burst open as a great big horse and rider came galloping in, coming to a stop in the middle of the hall between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, since the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables were kept apart by the somewhat neutral houses.
The rider looked around before dismounting, noticing the bewildered, scared, and confused looks he was getting. Of course, that might be because of his appearance, as it was not conductive to being seen as remotely non-threatening. He faced the head table and bowed, which was followed by more looks, though a few looked intrigued and curious by half.
"Greetings Headmaster," The rider intoned with much warmth, "I'm sorry for the disturbance, but Shadow wanted to make an entrance, and he would not be denied. He is, of course, house trained...well, castle trained anyhow." The last statement earned him a snort and a nudge from what everyone assumed was Shadow. The rider laughed.
"Quite all right my boy...Fawkes likes to do that from time to time; they are such peculiar creatures phoenixes..." A not so subtle clearing of throat was heard from his left.
"Right...right then. I'm afraid you have us at a disadvantage Mr....."
"I'm hurt, Headmaster, that you have forgotten me so soon...and here I was expecting the grandest of welcomes." The rider let out a long, obviously fake, drawn out sigh. The headmaster's eyes were twinkling like no one had seen in the past few months. Everyone else was still not able to place the rider, since his hood covered most of his face in shadow. "In fact, for a moment, I thought somebody had foreseen my return and ordered a feast in my honor, but alas, I see it's the Halloween feast..."He added in a dejected tone.
"Don't worry, dear boy, I'm sure we can add 'In Harry Potter's Honor,'" There was a tsunami of gasps, "at the end of the banner, or maybe under it in small letters...you think?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes crinkling in mirth and his beard twitching from suppressed mirth at the shocked faces of staff and students alike.
Harry laughed, thoroughly enjoying the lighthearted banter. "That's all right, I'll live with the disappointment...though I wouldn't object if you named say...the great hall after me," Harry added cheekily as he lowered his hood.
"Hmm...well...I'll see what I can do, but I'm afraid Hogwarts rather likes to name things herself." Harry nodded as if he was seriously entertaining this thought. The students and staff alike could only stare. Gone was the Harry Potter everyone remembered, in his place stood a proud young man with flashing green eyes that seemed to look at everything and miss nothing. He had grown in the time he had been gone, no longer short, but not yet fully a man, he stood at about a height of 5'8". He had grown out his hair, which was shoulder length tied back in a half pony tail; two thin braids, starting at each of his temples, framed his face, giving him an exotic look. His manner of dress was peculiar, to say the least. Though not many recognized the style of dress, since it had not been seen in many, many years, more than most could count. Many students of pureblooded wizarding lines and the few who actually paid attention in Binn's class on the few occasions he didn't talk about goblin rebellions, knew immediately that he was wearing the battle robes of old, a style of dress that had not been seen since before the founder's time, but what made everyone stare was the fact that Harry Potter was a walking, talking arsenal of weapons from what they could see.
Harry knew he didn't have much time, and it was time to cut the pleasantries short. "I'm sure everyone is wondering where I have gone and why I came back?" Nods and agreements answered his question. "Well, I can't say we have time to tell you, because time is short, but I can say I've learned the battle arts since I left." There were those gasps and startled noises again, the headmaster only nodded gravely his eyes no longer twinkling merrily. "Now, on to the reason for my return, but first are there any questions besides the ones I just mentioned?"
"Why do you smell like blood?" This from Remus Lupin, the current DADA teacher, whose werewolf senses had told him the blood was a couple of days old. The only reason he asked was he thought Harry might be hurt. Harry grimaced, he could have done without that question, even the headmaster was looking at him piercingly. Bloody hell, stupid to forget about Remus' senses, he berated himself, while outwardly, just grimacing.
"Funny story that...haven't had time to change actually...I was kind of in a hurry, and black covers blood well." He knew his explanation had fallen flat with the teachers, but he could hear snorts of laughter from the Slytherins and a couple of others.
"Perhaps we should take this to my office..."Dumbledore suggested with a cheery tone that belayed the situation, but everyone understood he meant it as an order, not a suggestion.
"I'm afraid, headmaster, that my reason for being here involves the students more than the teachers. I had hoped not to have to explain the blood, I had forgotten about Moony. Before coming here I was in a war much like the one we are facing, the blood Moony smells is that of my enemies. Funnily enough, this is pretty clean for me, in fact, it was a minute skirmish while I was traveling here; be assured that those who attacked me will not bother anyone else again." Harry added with such certainty that many wondered how he knew.
"And how, pray tell, do you know that, Mr. Potter?" Professor Snape sneered, mentally thinking it was foolish to cross someone who was wearing battle robes, war braids, two swords, a longbow, and two daggers; even if it was a Potter. He also knew that there was more to that horse than met the eye. Shadow had a too human intelligence in his dark brown eyes, as if he knew what his master would answer and was anticipating its reception. Snape knew a well-trained animal when he saw one, and Shadow was most well trained. He did not shy away from the crowd or nervously fidget as most horses were prone to do; he stood absolutely still, waiting for his master to tell him what to do.
"Well it's simple really, no need to pray about it...I killed them all...I guess you could pray about it if you're so inclined, but I doubt it'll help, they'll be just as dead once you're done." Everyone in the hall, including the headmaster, was obviously not expecting that statement, since everyone's mouth had fallen open. Harry found the sight morbidly amusing, and couldn't help but add, "It's really their fault I'm dirty, I must confess it's hard to kill someone by blade without having some of their blood end up on your person. However, that is beside the point, I can't waste more time with it, as it is, in the end, irrelevant. Now, everyone kindly shut your mouth, flies do not taste good, not even covered in chocolate." There were multiple snorts of laughter and 'ewws' from the students, while many teachers now regarded him with mistrust or simply glared hatefully. Snape was glaring at his cheek, but was actually more interested in the horse's snort, as if he understood what had been said...he wondered if it was possible for horses to laugh...then thought to himself, he really needed to start getting more sleep, it was affecting his state of mind... laughing horses...indeed.
"Harry, I must ask you to explain yourself; I do not like what I am hearing or the ease to which you admit it." Harry felt a pang of sorrow as he saw the Headmasters eyes no longer twinkle, but harden like ice covers the rivers and lakes in winter.
"Forgive me, but that is not all of which you will dislike this day." With that Harry turned and addressed the intrigued student body. "Everyone knows that I am Harry Potter. It is also common knowledge that I defeated Voldermort as a baby; therefore, everyone looks to me to save them this time around before he begins his reign of terror. I'm sorry to say that I can't save the wizarding world this time around. A war had been brewing and one person cannot stem the tide. My life was chosen for me, I have no choice but to fight against Voldermort, regardless of the fact that I want nothing more than to graduate and become a professional seeker. However, what I want is no longer a choice I have to make; I gave that up on the night I chose to lead the wizarding world against one of the greatest evils the world has ever known, and lead them I will. No matter how much your parents and teachers try to shield you from the evils that are brewing, you are a major part of this war." Harry looked around to see how his speech was being received. He saw many disbelieving faces, others held sympathy, many confusion.
"Who do you think will be drafted to fill up the ranks of aurors and unspeakables? Why do you think this school, and many others, are so well protected? Why do you think Voldermort wants Hogwarts burned to ashes? You are the reason, as it is his intent to make sure the future of the wizarding world is destroyed, and only his followers would be left alive. As it is, Hogwarts will fall...teachers...are not soldiers they will not kill the enemy but incapacitate. You are not soldiers, you do not know how to defend yourselves from an enemy that shows no mercy; you will fall easily beneath the unforgiving tide. After you, the future of the world, are gone, he will have won, all because you were not given a choice because they believe you are mere children. When you graduate after seven years of learning nothing that will help you in the war, you will be sent to your deaths holding the titles of aurors and unspeakables. Others will join the ranks of the death eaters, hoping that is a better choice. However, death will haunt all of you the same way on either side of this struggle. You will be lead like lambs to the slaughter, believing that your side is the right side." Harry knew that the staff was trying to do something to stop him, but he had frozen them wandlessly while speaking. The students were listening with rapt attention.
"I stand before you now, not as your fellow student, or friend, but as your future leader. I give everyone here the choice I was not given, one that would have saved many lives in the long run. While I know many of you, there are many I don't know, for that I am sorry. I am cutting your childhood short by giving you this choice, and it will influence the rest of your lives. I am asking you to fight with me, learn with me, and, most of all, to trust me to do what is best, even when it seems hopeless. Most of you that choose to come with me must be ready to kill without a moments hesitation, and be ready to protect me with your lives, should there be need. If you choose to come with me, I will explain the last in more detail, but for now you will have to go on faith. You will train in all manner and style of fighting, be it sword or muggle guns. You will follow my orders, and, should there be need, you will follow me to hell if I so choose. You will become the ultimate warriors, the likes of which this world has never seen. You will leave everything you once believed in and everyone you love behind, as when you come back you will be very different from the person you are now. While only a couple of months will have passed here, you will be physically and mentally years older since time passes differently where we will go. Oh, I almost forgot that while war is going on, you will be praised for your actions in my service, but after, you will be shunned and feared. After being a warrior, you will not be able to just drop your sword one day and decide to be a teacher." There was stunned silence from his audience. Ron and Hermione were looking at each other, wondering what the hell had happened to the Harry they knew, and why he wanted them to kill in his name if they went with him. Everyone else was just completely blown away from having someone actually treat them like adults and not children.
"I know many would like to ask questions, but we don't have time, you will need to make your choice with as much information as you have now. First and second years will stay here and start training with the one man who will teach you what you need to know...Professor Severus Snape. However much you dislike him as a person, know that if you wish to survive, you will learn everything he has to teach you, for when we come back, we will take over his training as he initiates more first and second years. Those of you that choose not to fight, continue on, be assured that when you wish to join my side you will be welcomed, but be advised that should you join Voldermort or try to betray the light side, your lives will be forfeit. I will personally hunt you down and kill you as the rat you are." No one could question that Harry Potter wasn't serious about his threat, though many were still amazed that he would endorse Professor Snape, of all people; however, many first and second years would do as he said, because they, unlike the older years, trusted him as only children could.
"Third years and above will come with me if you choose to. I will not make this choice for you. I can't make this choice for you. Remember that death will very much be a part of the new life you will make where we are going, and you will probably be the one doing the killing. You have until I'm done talking to a couple of students to make up your minds." The once soundless hall was now filled with murmurings and glances at friends, teachers, and Harry as the students debated what they should do, looking to their group leaders to advice them.
Harry, on the other hand, wanted to talk to the descendants of the last Dark Knights, hopefully soon-to-be his Dark Knights. "I need too see the following students which includes: Anyone related by blood to the Lestrange's, Macnair's, Nott's, Crabbe's, Goyle's, Parkinson's, Malfoy's, Avery's, and Black's." The hall was once again silent while the ones called were wary of being singled out this way. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Miss Lesley: Thanks for the review and Draco and Harry will be friends. I like them as a pairing but don't feel like smut or slash writing at the moment so they are friends. Well I think I gonna turn Hermione into an oracle since she hates divination pretty funny and ironic if she turns out to be an oracle with her contempt for that branch of magic. Ron he's gonna be killed not sure how just yet but he's a gonna bite the big one with nary a whimper on his part. Thanks for the tips about training I hadn't thought about the strength it would take to wield weapons yet. So far he's just carrying them.
Tigrislupa: Thanks for becoming my beta. I'm gonna answer all your questions as soon as I get a minute to really think about how everything ties into stuff.
SilverKnight7: Thanks for the review hope you liked the update.
More as soon as I get it to my beta.