They made it back unnoticed that night, about an hour before Harry would normally wake up. The raven-haired boy felt his vision blur slightly for some time and fought the urge to snigger when Ginny almost fell over while walking through the portrait hole. Ginny turned to hold her finger over her lips.

"Shhh, they will hear us, Harry." She said giggling herself slightly. Harry also raised his finger to his lips, grinning behind it.

"They will hear you if you talk Gin." He whispered back, taking an unsteady step on. Ginny stuck out her tongue and wanted to step ahead, but her feet tangled against each other and she started staggering. Harry's seeker reflexes sprang to life and he caught her before she could tumble to the floor. His one arm was around her shoulder, the other around her hip. Ginny made a surprise uff, sound when he caught her, blinking up at him. A few strands of her hair were covering her face slightly. Harry looked down into her chocolate brown eyes. She had really beautiful eyes, he noticed for the first time really. The moonlight made them shine like orbs of molten copper and Harry blinked in surprise too.

A moment, both of them just stared at each other, tumbling into this situation without knowing what to do next. Dawn, who had left Harry's shoulder in a flurry of feathers, settled down again on her human perch and nipped at his earlobe in a grumpy way. This broke the spell that seemed to have been on the two of them. Harry straighten his posture, settling Ginny down, who in return flushed and stepped back. Her fingers glided through her hair, straightening it in the same nervous manner Harry was now rubbing Dawn's belly. The phoenix ruffled his hair a little to make still her displeasure of almost being thrown off his shoulder to be known, before returning to rubbing her small head against his cheek.

"Soooo..." Harry said not sure what to do or say.

Ginny stared still at him wide-eyed. "I think we should go to bed." She rambled out. She needed to go, quick. Harry had caught her and this...too much, too fast was all she could think off, even when being in Harry's arms was her biggest dream. Harry nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, you are right, we probably should." For a moment both of them still didn't move then Harry, in an almost mechanical way, moved towards the stairs leading to the boy's dorm. His foot was already on the lowest step when Ginny called out to him.

"Harry?"

The black-haired boy turned his head, looking back. Ginny was also on the first step, her hand on the railing. She smiled over at him, her face mostly covered by her hair.

"Thanks for catching me." She said, before rushing up the stairs. Harry stood there for a moment, then he smiled also climbing the steps. It was harder than he thought it had ever been, placing one foot ahead of the other carefully not to stumble and crash down. His fingers like so often were brushing over stomach feathers and Dawn cooed silently. Harry placed his finger over his lips, chuckling quietly.

"Shhh Dawn, shhhh." His hand cupped her head, rubbing her lovingly. This was the best he felt since that Portkey had pulled him away. For a few hours now his mind hadn't wandered into that space and he hadn't thought about Voldemort or polar. Even now his mind was focused on the fascinating feeling of dizzyness and lightly floating, not on magical destiny. His hand curled around the handle of the dorm door and he pulled it open as quietly as he could. Harry stumbled slightly, almost falling over. Catching himself, Harry froze, waiting for someone in the dorm to wake up. But nothing changed, still light snoring like hours ago when he had left and Dean only smacked his lips while it sounded like he turned over. Harry grinned to himself and shuffled over to his trunk suuuuuuuuuper quiet. Or at least he thought he was sneaky, but it was more likely that living in a dorm with teenage boys only made his dorm mates heavy sleepers. He almost fell over when he reached for the lid of his trunk and after opening it he stared down at the step leader that was leading down into the dark. He blinked, looking at the steps for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Not gonna happen." He murmured to himself, turning to his normal dorm bed. Pulling back the drapes he looked at it for a moment. It looked well made and exactly the same it had been looking months ago. Still, he hadn't slept in it ever since he and Ron had fought and he didn't intend to do so. But better this than breaking his neck in the attempt to climb down his trunk leader. So he sighed, pulling back the blanket, shedding most of his clothes until he only wore a t-shirt and boxers. Not his normal sleeping attire but it was down in the trunk, so out of reach. Harry settled into the bed, pulling the comforter up to his chin while Dawn took her usual place in the crock of his neck. Like so often her head was quickly buried in the messy black hair and it got quite.

Suddenly Harry remembered, of course, he could have gotten his sleeping clothes, just the Accio charm, or ask Kreacher to get it or something like that. But the bed was warm and comforting and he felt a little tired too. Getting up would be a hassle by now, so he decided to leave it for now. The quiet filled the room...well not really. Ron was snoring like he was a middle-aged truck driver, deep and rumbling. The same went for Neville, but it was in a higher-pitched tone. And neither of them was in sync. Harry frowned slightly, turning around, snuggling his nose in warm black feathers. Had his dorm always been so loud? Tomorrow he would tell them all they should learn to sleep quietly, oh yes he would and-

"Harry." Someone was shaking him, disturbing him in what he could only describe as the worst moment. A hand was lying on his shoulder pushing. To add to that Dawn seemed standing on his chest, chirping loudly. And with the high pitched sound, there came pain. Horrible, horrible pain. A splitting headache that felt like someone tried to open his head with a crowbar. Harry groaned, his hand rising to his forehead.

"Harry." The WAY to a loud voice called out again, sending waves of agony through his mind. Harry opened his eyes a split second and instantly regretted it. Blinding sharp light, that stung his eyes filled his entire field of view. He flinched back, making his head hurt even more while squinting shut his eyes. His hand clutched over his eyes.

"Oh god, please kill me." He mumbled out, while probably for the first time in her entire life he whished Dawn would leave him alone. She was jumping up and down from his chest to his stomach and back. And his stomach was soooo not agreeing with it, because quite frankly, his whole body seemed to have thought it should betray him and find things to torture him. Harry'shand came up from under his blanket and shoved Dawn onto the bed next to him, away from his arching suffering tummy. The Phoenix didn't seem to mind and gripped his index finger in her beak, starting pulling on it in a playful manner. Harry didn't mind as long as she would not return to murder her with belly jumps. While he normally loved the happiness he felt through their bond, right here right now he could have gone without it.

"Are you okay Harry? Should I call Madam Pomfrey?" The loud voice asked, again filling his head with pain. Harry groaned one more time, slowly opening his eyes again. His vision was blurry and painful but a slight bit better. Harry blinked at the person standing next to his bed. Neville wore his school uniform, staring down at him with a worried look on his face.

"Not so loud!" Harry pushed out, feeling like his tongue was about three times the usual size and felt like a thick disgusting pelt had grown on it. His mouth was dry and sticky at the same time, while his stomach rumbled on the speaking. Neville frowned, nodding slowly.

His voice went from pain-inducing to just a little annoying when he started to whisper.

"Should I get someone?" He asked quietly. Harry was in the awful dilemma that he didn't want to talk but at the same time shaking his head would kill him.

"No. Can I go to sleep again?" Harry mumbled out, freeing his finger from a strong phoenix grasp and tickling her stomach, just to shut her up. Neville frowned.

"We have classes in about 40 minutes, Harry." His friend said, looking at his clock. God damn. Harry sighed, contemplating whether he would survive to go to class. Probably not. But then again what could he do.

Harry forced himself to sit upright against the headboard, making Dawn instantly cuddling into his lap. He petted her absentminded.

"Go on without me, I...I follow, just need a moment." His voice was raspy when he moved he felt that his sheets were damp and clinging to his frame, sweat-soaked. Blinking owlish he tried to gather his surroundings. None of the other fourth-year Gryffindors was there anymore, all down at the breakfast probably.

Neville looked uncertain. "You sure? You don't look so well." He asked, fiddling with his sleeve. Harry nodded, regretting it instantly.

"Yeah. Go." He bit out, shutting his eyes again. Neville nodded.

"Okay, but if you aren't there for first-class I get Madam Pomfrey after it." Neville said. After a moment and Harry noticed the guy hadn't still left, he realised his friend waited for confirmation.

"Fine." He mumbled, rubbing his forehead a little, while his hand searched for his glasses. Neville nodded and left, leaving him behind with a chirping phoenix in his lap and the wish to just throw up beside the bed. How could people EVER want to drink alcohol if this was the drawback? He had seen Sirius do it so many time and...

Harry's slow thoughts stopped. Sirius. Right, his godfather drank quite a few times, with Remus even pretty hard and every time the next morning he would get...

"Kreacher." He mumbled out and with a loud pop that felt like he wanted to kill his head, the small old elf appeared.

"Heir Black has called for Kreacher?" The elf bowed speaking loud and clearly. He looked the same he always did, with his House Black uniform and big dark eyes. Harry flinched at the loud sound.

"Please, quietly." Harry groaned and the elf took a look at his state before nodding.

"Of course heir Black. Does Heir Black wish for a hangover potion?" The small creature asked barely whispering. Harry nodded, biting his teeth. Kreacher frowned his forehead for a moment, then he snapped. A red vile appeared on Harry's nightstand. The raven-haired boy picked it up, making the mistake of sniffing it. It smelled like foul eggs and white bread and made him want to vomit. Harry pinched his nose and threw the thick liquid back. It at least didn't taste like garbage, but it was really really bitter. He stuck out his tongue.

"Bah." He made a gagging noise but was happy to notice that only a few seconds later his head cleared and his stomach settled. Yes, he still felt disgusting but not like he would die anymore. The teenager sighed in relief.

"Thank you, Kreacher." He smiled. The elf bowed so deep his nose brushed the floor.

"Your praise is too much Heir Heir Black need anything else from Kreacher?" He asked. Harry thought for a moment. He probably wouldn't get to his first class in time if he went down to the Great Hall after a shower, and he had to face it a shower was much needed.

"Yes. Can you get me a small breakfast and lay some clothes out? I'm a little short on time and want to get a shower."

The wrinkly elf nodded, folding his hands behind his back. "Heir Blacks breakfast will be ready when he returns from freshening up."

Harry pulled back the blanket and smiled.

"Thank you, Kreacher."

The elf blushed a little bit. "Heir Black thanked Kreacher two times, Kreacher is very honoured." Harry to this day was weirded out by the devotion and admiration the elf seemed to have for him. Feeling himself flush a little he walked towards the bathroom, Dawn in his arm.

"No need Kreacher, you do a good job. Oh...come to think of it, could you look if Ginny Weasley needs one of the potions you gave me just now and if so give it to her?"

The elf nodded his hand on his little chest. "Of course honoured heir. Kreacher will see to that."

Harry smiled and opened the heavy wooden door, that led to the dorms bathroom.

"Thank you, she will appreciate it and I do too. Oh and Kreacher?"

The small creature that was already working on putting new sheets onto Harry's bed turned its large-eared head.

"I would appreciate if you don't tell Sirius about this." He said. Kreacher frowned slightly but nodded.

"Kreacher will not tell Lord Black if not asked about it."

A perk of being more liked by the house-elf than his godfather was, Harry thought with a smile, before slipping into the bathroom for a hot and steaming shower to get the feel of sticking sweat from his skin.

Harry quickly slipped into the empty classroom. He was a little late but not as late as he would have been if it hasn't been for Kreacher and his wonderful but easy to carry breakfast. It was some kind of pouch made from bread, filled with meat and vegetables. Harry had no idea what it was called but he could eat it while hurrying through the castle. His uniform was a little ruffled and sitting not straight but at least he was only five minutes late. Of course, like always the classroom was empty. He closed the door behind himself, before making his way over to the suitcase that was placed in the middle. He knew the drill very well, so he opened it up, climbing down.

Instantly hundreds of scents assaulted his nose. The small shed he came down into was stuffed with all kinds of herbs, berries, vegetables and meats staked in high shelves on both sides. Everything was green, jars filled with beetles next to a pod of honey or a bag of apples. In fact, there was everything you would need to care for any kind of animal. To the side, a stacked cabinet was filled with files of every form and colour. Many had a double S written on the label, showing that those were made by Severus Snape. Harry turned his eyes away. Even though he could respect the man's ability at the cauldron and he had been better ever since Narcissa had talked to him, Harry still hated that crock nosed bastard. Yet he didn't stop since he had come through this room a couple of dozen times over the last few months. Instead, he headed to the single small door, that was crammed between all the shelving. It was slightly tilted and so old that it almost fell out of its frame. Harry pulled the door open, stepping outside.

A large plane surrounded him, while sunlight fell from the sky. It was a wonder of magic really, professor Scamander's suitcase. Everywhere were animals in their different pens and some placed behind ward stones, to prevent them from eating or attacking their neighbours. The professor said alway, "No matter how well you know those, they are still animals and instinct guides them." A few students were walking around, carrying buckets with meat and other food around. Harry saw Neville with a pile of hay in his arms, walking to the point where Daphne Greengrass, brushing out the mane of a Qilin. It was a strange creature, looking a little like a stag, complete with the antlers, but with scales, a long mane and beard, which were swaying in a none existent brise and were somewhat cloudlike and it also had whiskers like a carp. But it was peaceful and had stretched its head back, letting the girl brush her throat. Daphne looked not really like she normally did. Her hair was in a messy bun, the sleeves of her shirt rolled back and she had a concentrated frown on her face. Harry didn't mind though, while Neville reached the place.

While the blond was normally all pristine, he knew no one could keep the appearance up in this class. Part of it was Professor Scamander, who stated they should do as much as possible by hand. The reason he said was some magic had unexpected results near so many magical creatures, more so around the Qilin. It was highly potent when it came to magic, much so that even the non-magical people from china, it's land of origin, knew about these properties. Still, when she left the suitcase, Daphne always looked spotless once again.

Harry felt Dawn take off from his shoulder, flying over to the blond and the creature. His familiar had found a liking the stag like creature and landed on its silvery antlers, chirping happily. The Qilin, whose name was Jiang, snorted out its breath and looked up at the black bird, making happy rumbling noises. Daphne looked up and a faint smile ghosted her lips when she reached up, rubbing Dawn's tummy, making the phoenix chirp even happier, while she nuzzled the girl's fingers with her head. Harry smirked, turning away. Dawn was in good hands for the moment and he made his way over to Dean, who was working with a something that looked like a snail, it's shell crusted with jewels. Snail didn't make a noise grunted and looked slowly up at harry, blinking in a slow and calm manner, gliding along very slowly Dean also looked up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. While Firesnails weren't hard work or particularly dangerous, they emitted quite some heat, making them a bother to work with.

"Oh hi Harry, didn't see you at breakfast this morning." The dark-skinned boy said, standing up. Harry nodded, looking out over the large place.

"Yeah, I slept a little longer." He said absent-mindedly. "Have you seen Professor Scamander?" He asked, still looking around in search. Dean nodded, pointing over into the distance.

"Yeah, I think he is over at the Greenleaf pen." The finger signalled a small piece rocky terrain with a few trees spread around it. Harry nodded when he saw the old professor appear behind a large bolder, stretching his back. He turned to Dean, giving him a short smile.

"Thanks, mate." The black-haired boy waved and walked down the main path towards the place where his professor was standing, talking to Blaise Zabini quietly. The professor wore old but sturdy clothing, a vest over a simple button-down shirt and thick brown pants with leather patches on the knees. His grey retreating hair was combed back and he dusted off his pants while nodding slowly. He was looking into the pen, still listening to Blaise about something.

"That's why I called you over Professor. She seemed so strange right there." The boy nodded to the giant turtle but with something that looked like a wooden trunk instead of a shell and grass and moss growing all over its green body. Greenleaves were guardian creatures, protecting clearings and forests from destruction. They were slow and peaceful most of the time, but professor Scamander had warned them about hurting a tree near it, it would probably attack them and even though it wasn't the best of fighters, being about the size of an elephant made it still dangerous. Blaise had worked with her for the last few weeks, so he knew her quite well now and was confused. She seemed to be more aggressive than usual, rumbling at him with low tones and mostly ignoring him. Scamander rubbed his chin in thought, eyeing the creature.

"Samantha does seem to be more nervous than usual. But that would be normal. Her movements are slow and deliberate. Why would you think that is the case?"

Harr waited on the edge of the enclosure. Professor Scamander was very insistent that everything went in order, seemed to like orderly procedure. Said it helped him focus his thoughts. Blaise frowned a little.

"She might be hurt somewhere, but it is hard to tell with all the leaves and such." He eyed the creature again. Scamander nodded.

"Well done, 2 points to Slytherin, yet you see how she only looks at us through her half-open eyes? If she were hurt she would have pulled back into her trunk. Any other idea?"

"It due to winter." Harry blurted out, eyeing the large turtle. He had read about the creatures and Hagrid had told him that he couldn't keep them because the winters up here were too cold. Inside of Scamanders trunk, the temperature was more even but still the creature knew by instinct that the hibernation time had come. Scamander swirled around, a little startled at the suddenly added voice. Blaise gave him a little stink eye, snatching away the answer.

"Ah Lord Peverell, don't sneak up on an old man like that." Scamander said but there was a small smile around his lips when he laid eyes on his favourite student. Yet like so often, Newt looked away quickly, shying away from eye contact.

"Never the less, you are right. Samantha is getting ready for winter most likely. That is normal, no problem." Scamander chuckled slightly as Samantha crushed a pumpkin in her massive jaws.

"Like I said. So Mr Zabini, I think it would be best if you would keep your distance, for now, let her get used to you around once again. Place her foot down a little away so you don't come to close and just stay near, maybe talk to her. She will come to you when she is ready. Samantha isn't a shy girl." The boy nodded and picked up the new pumpkin he had set down just now. Scamander turned and waved Harry to accompany him.

"Lord Peverell, you are late. Mind telling me why?" The old professor had walked a few feet over, looking at a pen filled with what looked like pigs but with silver fur and a large horn on the head. Harry shuffled a little.

"I...well I missed my alarm, I'm sorry." He half-lied. The professor eyed him for a moment before nodding.

"All right, five points from Gryffindor. Now, actually there are a few things I wanted to speak about with you so this is all right. First off, my condolence, Albus told me you lost your snake in that...encounter." Harry flinched at the words of the man but nodded, looking down. Scamander nodded, his hands buried in his pockets.

"I'm not a very social person Lord Peverell, but I know what it is like to lose a feral friend. You have my sympathy." He stated, not looking at Harry. The boy reached out, petting the silver fur of a piglet that had come closer, sniffing his fingers.

"Thank you, professor." He mumbled, not sure what to do. On the one side, it was nice and the professor was right he probably knew about this but on the other hand, he had done so great not thinking about Gryff all morning and now he pulled it upfront again. Professor Scamander didn't seem to notice his displeasure as he nodded and held out his arm so a two-headed eagle could land on it.

"That being said, I also wanted to congratulate on your handling the Chinese Long Neck back in the first Task. A tricky dragon that is, quite clever and devious in its intent. I never would have guessed that your...special talent would be of any use. But we learn more and more about the world each and every day, don't you think Lord Peverell?"

Harry nodded in agreement, thinking for a moment. Ever since he was back no one had said anything to him about the task really. He kind of forgot to be honest that it even happens, something that would normally be the main thing in his life was put on the backburner by these bigger events and even though it was only a few days ago, it felt like years had passed since he stepped into the arena and stared of against the large lizard. He could barely remember what he did or what his thoughts were during that time, overshadowed by all that had followed. Scamander nodded once more, turning to Harry.

"All right Lord Peverell, since we saw your talent in action not long ago, I would like you to go over to Mr Malfoy and help him with Richard, Jeremy and James." Richard, Jeremy and James were the three heads of an enormous runespore, which lived in a middle-sized patch of trees with a small cave nearby. Harry had worked with him or better them before and quite frankly they were annoying. The had the tendency to quarrel with each other and were quite vocal about it. But it wasn't the reason Harry's face turned to an unhappy frown.

"Is that necessary professor? Can't I work with someone else?" He asked, looking around. Scamander shook his head.

"I'm afraid not. I would like to get your opinion, the three seem in some kind of stress as of late and your special talent fits that perfectly."

Harry shrugged, shaking his head. "They will probably bicker about something one of them had done. I just don't want to work with Malfoy." He grumbled it out, but Scamander shook his head, trying to calm the two-headed eagle, who in turn batted its wings quite strongly.

"We don't always get what we want Lord Peverell. And I usually don't discuss assignments with students, don't I? Less so with students who are late. Now move on, you see Rogal seems to need my attention." He again stated, tilting his head back to not get swiped over his face with large wings. Harry glared at the man for a moment, before with a grumble he turned walking briskly towards the indicated direction. The trees were old oaks, with thick trunks and deep hanging leaves. Already a few feet away Harry could hear the sneering voice.

"No, not there. Merlin damn, stop pushing me aside you damn beast. No, don't bite the other head."

Other voices were also mixed in when Harry walked around a tree.

"No, No. Go away you baffoon! That is my food!"

"Shut it, you pillock! It's mine. It is lying in my spot!"

"Yeah? So what? In mine is none so share!"

"You are both bloody idiots, you know that right?"

Harry saw the large winding snake first. Jeremy, Richard and James had a thick body with red scales on the back and a light eggshell coloured tummy. Each head had yellow eyes that looked quite aggressive. One of the three was just biting the other in the neck, while the third was hissing at them. Harry wouldn't be able to sling his arms around the neck of the creature, being quite massive. Draco was to the side, a part of the winding back pressed him against one of the oaks and he yelled at the snake too.

"Let go of me, your food is over there!" He pointed his finger at the chunk of red blood meat that was lying on a stone nearby. Harry stepped closer.

"Hello, you three." He hissed at them in parseltongue. Three pairs of bright yellow eyes focused on him.

"Ohhhh, it's the speaker again."

Another head turned to the side. "Of course he is the speaker. Who else would you cockend think it is? Salazar Slytherin?"

The addressed head turned around biting at the other. "Don't call me a cockend! I bite your face off."

"But he is right, you are a cockend, now shut up you two." The third one added. Even though they had names, their voices were all alike and they didn't care for their names. Each one of them called himself the "Real one" and the other two the "Bad ones.". Therefore, Harry had found out the best way of dealing with them is addressing all three together.

Not very helpful Draco started yelling at Harry. "Potter! Get that beast off me NOW!"

"You shut up!"

"Guys!" Harry again called out, getting their attention. As fun as it was seeing Draco being smothered by an enormous snake, he was worried their heads would bite each other again and then he would have to put a ruff on the biting one. "What's the problem?"

The middle head, the one Scamander called Jeremy, reared back, trying to act superior to his fellows.

"The noisy human child brought meat and placed it in my feeding spot. These two idiots tried to eat from my place!"

The second one, James bit at him. "Yeah! It was so much, it was meant for all three of us!"

"Yes, tell him Bad One!" The third, Richard, added only to be almost bitten by the James.

"You are the Bad One!"

"No!"

More biting and Draco called out, feeling more pressure on himself.

"POTTER!"

"Guys!" Once again the biting stopped and the eyes stared at him. "How about I get you more meat and place it in each of your feeding spots. In return you let that noisy brat go."

The three heads followed his pointing finger. Draco paled when all three angry eyes looked at him, glaring at Harry.

"What did you tell them, Potter? When my father hears this he will-"

"Relax Malfoy. I told them to let you go." And just when he said it, the coils pulled back and Draco tumbled to the ground. Quickly he got to his feet, glaring again at Harry. He dusted off his robes, his light blond hair ruffled a little.

"What do you want here Potter?" He asked, glaring at him. Harry sighed.

"other people would say thank you. I'm here to help you, orders from the Professor." With these words, he turned his back and moved away.

"Where are you going then, Potter?" Malfoy asked, eyeing the swaying large snake. Harry called over his shoulder.

"Getting more meat! Keep them from biting each other."

It took him only a few minutes to get more meat back to the sight, seeing that Draco waved his arms, shouting at the head that had his fangs in his siblings head.

"No! No! Stop biting each other for Merlins sack." The blond Malfoy heir heard the footsteps and turned. "What took you so long. These dumb beasts biting each other all the time!"

Harry snorted at him. "If you can't handle them." He said back, seeing Malfoy turn an interesting shade of purple. Harry placed the meat in the feeding places of the other two head, which stopped instantly fighting each other and turned to eat with vigour. Harry stepped back, knowing that the tail would swing back and forth when they ate. Malfoy stalked over to him, glaring.

"What do you think you are talking about? I can handle them."

Harry snorted again this time in amusement. "Yeah, I saw that. Real good handling you did there!"

Malfoy squinted his eyes and pointed his finger at him. "I was fine! This thing is just too stupid to understand simple orders!"

Harry laughed, shaking his head. "Are you sure? I think it was pretty easy!"

At that Malfoy smirked at him, turning his nose up. He walked around Harry, laughing. "Sure. You must have quite some practice in ordering dumb creatures around, like Longbottom or that stupid bird of yours."

Now Harry turned red in anger, pulling his wand. "You take that back!" He yelled, pointing it right at Malfoys nose, who also pulled his wand, even though he looked a little pale licking his lips. The boy's wand was darker than Harry's and his pale pointed features showed the concentration he was in right now. There was no question he was thinking through all the nasty spells his father and godfather had taught him over the years, thinking which one he would use.

"You sure you want to do this? No Granger to save you this time you glory hound! You will learn to know your place halfblood!".

Harry straightened his posture, raising the wand a little. "I know it. Above you, heir of a not most ancient house you scum!"

Malfoy turned a deep shade of purple and both shouted out at the same time.

"Definio!"

"Experialiamus!"

Harry's curse jerked the wand out of Drcos grip, sending it flying overhead. Harry ducked a little and what would have cut into his forehead instead flew over it, parting a few hairs from him, but more importantly hit one of the yellow eyes that had been watching them yelling at each other.

Loud shrieks echoed through the entire area, when Jeremy's head jerked back, thrashing in pain. The tail twisted and turned, slamming into trees and biting air. Even worse, he got James between his jaws biting down at his brother and only seconds later all three heads were in a fight between them, rolling and ramming into trees. Harry and Draco had to run, to avoid being knocked over or worse, hearing the loud and pain-filled hisses behind themselves. They reached the outskirt of the trees when Scamander and a few of the trees. The old professor was white and he hurried over.

"What did you do?" He asked in aggravation.

"Potter pulled a wand on me!" Draco called out accusingly. Harry turned glaring at him. "You pulled your wand too. And you insulted Dawn. He hit Jeremy with a cutting curse in the eye Professor!"

Scamander stared at them for a moment, then he rushed past them, calling over his shoulder.

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE! NO ONE FOLLOWS ME!"

This chapter was a lot of fun to write. The lines just poured out of me really, exspecialy with the entire snake is fighting itself scene.

First off, I'm someone who is always very careful in his alcohol use (in fact I haven't drunk in over a year and before that maybe twice in the last five years.) so writing hangover isn'T really something easy for me. But it was fun and all good. I am soooo sure there is a potion against hangover, I mean I would create one if I could.

Normally Harry would act different in a lot of situations. But this is Harry slinging a little out of control, so yeah. Same reason he would duel Malfoy there, with a huge snake in his back. Even though Harry is reckless this is something I would imagine him not do normally.

Speaking of snake, the three heads are names after three british TV-stars, who are bickering quite a bit with each other. Can anyone guess?

So yeah, Harry spinning out of control continues. I first wanted to do this entire day, but there was the 6000 words approaching and so I stopped myself.

What do you think of Harry who has problems handling with all of it?

Next up: I need a second one.