Dauntless Dimensions

Chapter VII

Daunted Hallows Eve

"Harry, I really don't think you're supposed to be dressed as a pirate all day," Hermione reprimanded as they sat at breakfast that morning. He was wearing a big black pirate hat with a long sleeved baggy white top open enough to show off muscle, which caused a lot of blushing in the female populous; Hermione included, especially as magical's didn't tend to do muscle in the modern age.

Harry had on black trousers with large black boots with his trousers tucked, and a belt with a large rubber cutlass in it. He was also wearing a black bandana with skull and cross bones in white under his hat, and some bunches of earrings to his right and left ears, and braids down the right of his hair and a goatee beard with twin-braided tails.

"But its Halloween, Hermione, argh!" he said in his best pirate voice. "It's a time for dressing up, argh!"

Hermione blushed while other Ravenclaws were watching and giggling.

Harry, we still have classes," she complained. "It's only breakfast, and Friday. If it were Saturday or after classes nobody would care, but… well, at least we don't have Snape's class. I don't get how he can glare that hard, and he gets away with that even with his classes being monitored."

Harry laughed heartily and rowdily, making everything large, loud, and over the top.

"Argh, but Snape is being a douche all his life, we should expect no less!" he roared out laughing as he raised his drink sloshing some. He was so loud that it was with little doubt that Snape heard him. "To Snape finally getting his deserved punishment!" he cheered while other students were giggling.

Even Harry was surprised as the Weasley twins had turned up having transfigured their uniforms into pirate garb.

"Here here to that, Captain!" they caroused laughing as they sloshed their goblets against Harry's.

The three of them laughed as they downed their drinks while Hermione tried to look as small as she could.

"Argh; me fine shipmates come to honour me with a drink!" Harry chortled out boisterously

"Argh, we have!" George chimed out while all the houses seemed to be laughing, watching the show in amusement, or scowling at them if they were stuck up purebloods that hated Harry for being too fun and cool.

The teachers however showed different things. Dumbledore looked to be enjoying the show with a few other teachers as he was likely trying to forget that Harry Potter, the wizarding worlds very own saviour was out to ruin him. McGonagall hung her head in shame, shaking her head as the Weasley twins were in her house and that wasn't what she would call fun, and Flitwick looked thoughtful and pleased at the fun and games as it was about time that someone came and saved them from the mundane and boringness of 'normality'.

It was later that day at lunch when Hermione noticed something odd. She was sitting opposite a second-year oriental girl in a large puffy pink dress wearing a tiara that actually looked like it was worth money. Harry sat down next to Hermione and the girl looked to him in 'horror' with her hands on her cheeks, over exaggerating her expression.

"Oh no, it's a pirate!" she cried out in her best snooty voice full of terror, but giving him a cheeky wink. "Please Mr. Pirate, do anything to me, but please don't take my lovely tiara!" she begged him in 'worry'.

Hermione wanted to smack herself as she watched Harry playing along and laughing (over the top of course) as he jumped onto the table and somehow plucked the jewel from the girls neatly laced out hair without messing it up or pulling it. He giggled as he crouched, holding the tiara in his left-hand leering down at her with a 'wicked' grin.

"Argh, but Miss. Princess, it's in my job description to have you, and ya precious gems. You don't want me to ruin my reputation!" he said returning her cheeky wink and kissing the surprised girl's cheek with a gentle brush of his lips, pulling back while she blushed and a few people Wolfe Whistled, laughing while others were giggling a long as Halloween wasn't normally this fun.

"Unhand her you scallywag!" a boy suddenly interrupted in an olden times outfit similar to Harry's, but richer with a gold crown on his head and brandishing a rubber rapier sword. He was in third year and had rusty brown hair.

Harry stood up on the table as if affronted by the 'threat' while drawing his cutlass. "Argh, I will not be insulted by the likes of a no-good prince, trying to take my princess!"

Hermione sighed as they started 'sword fighting' as Harry jumped off the table to 'their' side while both boys were using silly accents. Hermione couldn't believe that other people were stupid enough to dress up, and then to go further and play Harry's stupid little game. The 'princess' was cheering them on in her silly accent, but she didn't seem to mind who won.

Looking around Hermione groaned as she saw other students dressed up as monsters, vampires and demons, as well as some going all out as magical people, from Merlin to Morgana. This was silly; even a few teachers had dressed up, Dumbledore right in the lead wearing a blue ninja costume. Though, she would secretly admit that he looked amusing with his huge beard hanging through his mask.

Harry and the 'prince' fought for a short while before getting hungry and taking their seats opposite Hermione, either side of the princess to dish out some lunch, and Harry happily recrowned the oriental girl, Cho with her tiara. Hermione sighed as she looked to Harry and made a mental note to prepare a Halloween outfit for next year because she couldn't see this becoming a one-off with him around.

The last class of a Friday was charms, and when they got in the classroom, Professor Flitwick had decorated it with charmed origami vampire bats that flew around the class. The squat professor had also charmed up plenty of cobwebs while dimming the lights, and putting up some veils over the windows and some mist over the floor and Hermione did not want to know what was in the mist as she felt chills as something passed over her foot.

They took their seats while the Professor taught them how to make some origami bats with just a wave of their wands. Hermione didn't get very far, not like Harry but then he seemed to have a knack, but even he didn't get the lively results Flitwick did.

Hermione had to wonder why some of her fellow first years had torn up bed sheets and made eyeholes. They didn't look anything like ghosts, but she watched as Flitwick went around and added little bits to the students to get them ready for the Halloween feast. She rolled her eyes as she wouldn't have wanted to ruin any of her bed sheets, but she supposed they could be repaired with a little magic.

It was just after the Halloween Feast should have started that Harry was wondering passed Dumbledore's office gargoyle when it startled him as it sprang open. It looked like Dumbledore hadn't stopped it doing that, but his lose. Therefore, Harry didn't even care that he was going to be late for the feast as a newly acquired silver bracelet gleamed around his right wrist, (he had ordered it a few days back with the correct dimensions and it had just arrived). His new bracelet had four coloured gems in it, clasped tightly by magic.

Harry walked in the entrance, and up the moving staircase to Dumbledore's office while whistling a happy tune that he called his fanfare, and soon barged into the empty office. He looked to the startled moving paintings before raising his right hand and one of the two green gems on his bracelet lit up.

"Break!" Harry said with a grin (as it was one of his more useful gems in the magical world as it seemed to be capable of breaking spells/magic) before the paintings could think to do something. The paintings cried out as they fell from the wall with a crash. Harry figured they would be very knowledgeable so they were worth stealing for a while. He might give them back sometime and hang them in the library whether Dumbledore wanted that or not. They could be helpful to students. It was a waste to squander such knowledge and wisdom for only the head teacher to use.

"W-what's going on?" one of the women in a painting cried out in horror, as she was facing up looking at Harry Potter as he pulled out a spare trunk from his pocket and it grew to full size. He smiled as space-time warping 'magic' was rather intriguing, and extremely useful.

"I-I think we're being stolen by Harry Potter," one of the men in a painting cried out enraged. "I can't leave my frame; what magic is this?"

Harry looked at him, rolling his eyes. He started packing them away and ignoring them as they continually complained. He sighed as he closed that compartment off and opened another. It was good to have the peace and quiet. He looked to the bookcases and was quick to dump all of the old man's books into his trunk, and decided that Dumbledore could keep the giant telescope until Harry figured out how he could move it, as space-time warping trunk or not the thing was much too large.

However, it was a few moments after that when Harry was about to leave to join in the Halloween Feast when a bursting sound startled him as he wasn't paying that much attention as Dumbledore wouldn't leave the fest until its conclusion, and he was certain he hadn't set off any silent alarms.

Harry looked around to the golden perch he noticed earlier in surprise to see a swan sized crimson and gold bird staring at him. Harry shrugged as he walked over, picked the confused bird up, placed him on his shoulder, and slid the perch into a large compartment of his trunk before shrinking the trunk down and putting it in his pocket.

Harry would have looked around for more cool things but he didn't want to miss dinner.

"I know, Sirius called you, Fawkes, right?" Harry asked the bird as he left the Headmasters office.

The bird sung a thrill of agreement.

"That's cool," Harry agreed, "you hang with me buddy. Us immortals should hang and stuff, and Dumbledore is way not cool enough to hang with either of us, as he's kind of gone loopy in his old age."

Fawkes looked like he shrugged as Harry took him towards the Great Hall. However, Harry paused a few moments later as there was a pure-white girl standing in his way – looking she could be anything from fifteen to nineteen. She was pretty with white feathery hair hanging back down to her waist hanging over her right shoulder in a triple plat. Her eyes were a brilliant sky blue, and she was wearing a brilliantly perfect summer dress that hung just above her knees and showing off her perfect legs and some thigh, and she wore some simple sandals on her feet, showing off. However, what was most noticeable were her huge, long spanning pure-white feathered wings stretching out from the centre of her back and blocking the corridor as the beauty smirked at Harry with perfect-pouty-lips.

"I heard you were looking for Mistress Pandora!" she said, surprising Harry with her Australian accent, as he had never expected that at all. That was actually the most surprising thing he had ever heard, and he knew Death had a fairly strong Russian accent, and when asked she just shrugged. Harry supposed gods likely picked up accents from time to time, or he had a lot to learn, probably both.

Harry nodded his head with a small smile. "You must be Eve!" he said and she nodded in agreement. "Well, I was looking because I think that Life and Death should make up!"

Eve snorted, rolling her stunning blue eyes. "Yeah, don't I know it?! I've tried everything to get her to go back and find Lilith, and I've tried everything to get Master Lilith to go back to Mistress Pandora, but no they're both so stubborn and pig headed, and neither will even tell me what they're fighting about this time!"

"Umm... maybe I could talk to Lilith, try to get her to see some sense!" Harry said, hopefully. "She visits me sometimes, and sits next to me, and it's sad she's so lonely; she barely even talks! She sometime just slides up next to me and cuddles up to my side, and it kind of creeps out the humans, as they can sense her, but not perceive her as she doesn't turn up visible, and humans find that… off-putting to sense what they cannot comprehend. Not that I mind of course, she helped me awhile back, so I owe her a lot, and I'm happy to hang out with her."

"Oh," Eve said with a sad frown, "Poor Lilith," she said thoughtfully. "She normally never shuts up talking about some new wonder she was into. You should have been here when humans first invented video games; she's a big fan of things like that. But I haven't seen her in a while," she replied looking worried. "Normally the only time she would shut up is when her tongue was in some portion of Mistress Pandora's body!"

"Okay, didn't need to know that last part!" he said with a sigh.

"Mistress Pandora is acting the same," Eve said thoughtfully, "it's always, 'hey, Evie-pie, come hang out, we can go to that new amusement park, wouldn't Lilith love this place', and then she just keeps talking about Mistress Lilith all the time so we never get to enjoy ourselves… especially if the place we go has some arcades. Lilith loves arcade machines. You should see all of the machines at her Domanial Liar… well, her house… or just where she keeps all of her stuff."

"Could you get Pandora to visit me…?" Harry suggested thoughtfully. "Or maybe, how about we take them both out to the same party-?"

"And make sure they bump into each other!" Eve quickly agreed with a giant grin. "Then they'll both realise how silly they're being, and all would be right, and they would be happy again, and loving in no time. Okay, so I'll get going, and find a way to trick my Mistress, but that may take a while, so be sure to be ready with Lady Lilith when I get in contact, and I'll keep my ears and eyes alert for some parties and the likes we can take them too..."

Eve didn't wait for Harry's nod before she glompped Harry in a hug, kissing his cheek (as he wasn't wearing his goatee anymore). Her wings folded over him as she hugged him, squishing his face into her well sized boobs, and gave an amused smirk at the phoenix as Fawkes made a note of annoyance as she almost dislodged him from Harry's shoulder.

Pulling back and opening her wings, Eve grinned. "Have a nice Halloween, Lord Hiro, and take care, I'll keep in contact, bye," she said looking like Harry had helped to make her feel better, and she gave him a quick wave and then she burst away in a splash of light, which made Harry feel all tingly – or that could have been being kissed by a smoking hot angel, and having his face buried in that soft and delightful place.

"Well, odder things have happened," Harry commented, but was sure they hadn't yet. Fawkes only looked at him as if to say 'for now' before Harry shrugged and carried on his way to the Great Hall, and putting that hot piece of Nephilim from his mind for the time being. Harry smiled, as he was sure Eve would be fun to hang out with, and he was glad that Pandora and Lilith had her to look out for them.

Harry got some looks as he entered the Great Hall and found a place with Hermione, acting as if his new phoenix was his parrot. Though the huge bird didn't seem to mind, Dumbledore looked truly abandoned, which served the old git right for being such a git.

"W-where did you find that giant parrot?" Hermione asked Harry after a fair moment of gawking as she watched the proud bird preen at the attention, and parrots were kind of bright and colourful from what she knew of them, she didn't know they could be that big though.

Harry smiled at her. "Argh, I found him in Dumbledore's office while I was plundering some bootie, or something," he said happy to be playing again, and wishing he invited Eve to play, but she probably had things to do any way, but Hermione was being such a sour puss, and Eve probably didn't have a costume, and an angel going to a Halloween party as an angel seemed a bit wrong, like a human going as just a normal boring human.

"You robbed Dumbledore's parrot?" Hermione couldn't help but say out loud in shock.

"That's a phoenix actually," interrupted Nymphadora Tonks as she sat the other side of him with a grin. "Did you really plunder Dumbledore's office?" she asked, giggling as she internally kicked herself for wishing he were older so much because he outshone any boy she may have ever dated before, and he was hilariously funny.

"Argh, that I did Dora," he agreed with a grin. "I found some treasure, and my parrot, Fawkes here."

"Phoenix?" Hermione asked looking to the older girl, Head Girl at that she noticed as she had wondered who the Head Girl was, and wondered why Harry didn't mention that part while talking about the as he put it, 'hot older girl', like she was crazy. "Aren't you supposed to tell him off and stuff for stealing, not encourage him…?"

"Nah," Tonks shrugged. "He's too cool and cute. I'm going to be an auror when I leave this joint. I'll think about that sort of thing then. I'm still at school, and school isn't just about work, but fun too."

"Yeah Hermione, don't be such a spoilsport," Harry agreed smiling while even Fawkes sang in agreement. "I hope you'll do better during Halloween next year or I'll have to get you a costume and force you into it… oh, and, argh!"

Hermione sighed and nodded her head while Nymphadora snickered. "I would visit just to watch. That sounds like it would be funny," she said while offering up a cheeky wink.

"Well, you would think that," Hermione said sadly as her cheeks darkened with red. "So, you're Harry's new friend, Dora?"

"Yep, that's me," she readily agreed. "But people normally call me Tonks. Only Harry calls me that because he doesn't listen to me."

Hermione had to endure all of the childishness. Even Slytherins dressed up and she had to admit that Daphne Greengrass taking a seat with them disguised as a vampire kind of crept her out, but maybe that was just because it was Daphne trying to engage in her fiancé's games, and her cold cool eyes. She hung on to Harry's left arm through most of the night, and Hermione had to admit that it was kind of sweet and Harry didn't seem to mind.

It was kind of added to as Tracey Davis was a strange Slytherin as she was rather flirty, and happy to sit on Harry's lap and smirk at her brother who was in year three of Ravenclaw and glaring at her, as it was likely a younger sibling's prerogative to embarrass their older siblings as much as possible. Harry could only offer the sheepish apology look his way, but he seemed to be enjoying the attention, and not really very apologetic.

Harry seemed to enjoy the fun and even Hermione lightened up after a little and joined in some of the fun. If Daphne Greengrass, and Tracey Davis, Slytherins could join in then she would too. She would not let the blonde or dark skinned Slytherin girls hog her best friend, and get away with it as she paid him more attention, (and stopped reprimanding him), and let herself relax in the warm and amusing atmosphere.

Hermione knew that it was only because of Harry's duel at the end of their first week of Hogwarts that allowed Daphne and Tracey all the freedom they wanted to hang out with Harry. Hermione still couldn't believe that Harry did something so reckless, and won. If what she heard was true, Harry broke a boy with one punch, and knocked down several other Slytherins with force of that one punch alone.

Knowing Harry was strong and seeing it would be two different things. Harry was perfectly accepting of hugs, and Hermione got to hug him every day, and she could feel his muscles through his clothes, but still. Hermione could tell, so many Slytherins were afraid of him, and others were wary and smart to leave Harry and his bride/brides alone.

Hermione smiled a little. Honestly, she didn't like the thought of arranged marriage, or contractual marriage, but she knew Harry wasn't either, but that was the way of the Magical World, and the adults weren't going to change such things, so it would be down to the younger generations.

Though, not liking marriage contract stuff or not, Hermione found herself feeling somewhat jealous of Daphne Greengrass and any other girl, (whose idiot families got into such ridiculous debt in the first place), as Harry was a great guy. He had a lot of love to give, and cared a lot about those he called friends and family.

However, it was getting late when that weirdo Quirrell came storming into the hall down the centre huffing and puffing for breath. He was screaming out loudly and without a moment of stutter towards the teachers, as he performed, terribly; the teachers were worse for believing him.

"Troll in the dungeon! – troll in the dungeon! – thought you ought to know!" he cried out before falling over in a dead faint in front of the teacher's table.

Harry looked at the 'unconscious' teacher suspiciously while the hall erupted into pandemonium of screams and crying. He wished Ron wasn't so close behind him as he screamed louder than all of the girls combined. Daphne was sitting next to Harry, really close because the non-Slytherins made her feel slightly uncomfortable, just looking around as if nothing was wrong before finishing her pie. Well, it was really-good pie, and Tracey was the other side of Daphne looking as if nothing could stop her finishing her pie either.

It was odd that all of these people were screaming over non-magical words. Anybody could just cry out anything, and mostly everyone would panic. It was a troll, in the dungeon, not a dragon in the Great Hall. What could a troll do to them anyway? They all had incredible magical powers, and most of them were trained in some way to use those magical powers. A troll was just a vicious 'monster' without any magical abilities whatsoever, but some minor spells wouldn't stick, most would and could.

Dumbledore stood and made some loud bangs with his wand to get everyone's attention. "Right," he said as everyone shut up and looked to him. "Prefects, take your houses back to your common rooms. You can finish the feast there. Teachers with me!" he called as he charged out of a side door with the teachers before anyone could think better of his idea for their 'safety'.

The prefects were ushering their houses straight away when Harry stood on top of his table and Wolfe whistled, startling everyone to quieten and look to him. "Ignore Dumbledore's order, especially Slytherins. If there is a troll in the dungeon, it isn't wise to go down there is it? And if it's left the dungeon, it's not very clever to go wondering around the corridors when together we can-."

"Nonsense…!" Percy Weasley called out smugly as he interrupted like the obedient little Dumbledore fanboy he was. Harry hoped that his sister wasn't anything like him, and had more spirit and self-thought like the Weasley twins, which they assured him that she was, as too many people were like that as was. "Professor Dumbledore told us what to do!" he said and ushered most of his house with him with other Prefects foolishly agreeing. The other three houses followed his lead, except for some, as Harry wasn't leaving, and they trusted him more, including the 'princess' from earlier that day as she blushed as she looked at Harry, crushing for the first time.

"Fucking morons!" Harry hissed as he jumped down from the table and went back to his food, which caused certain crushes to blush, as they didn't often hear worse cussing than mudblood, as they were purebloods, and Hermione didn't feel like reprimanding him as she secretly agreed with him after a little thought on the matter.

"I think you're being too nice," Fred said with a grin. "That's our brother, and he doesn't know how to think for himself!" he said when they all started as they heard screams of terror drift through the hall from somewhere beyond.

"Wow, that sounds like an 'I told you so' if I ever heard one," Harry said smugly as several Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws ran back in screaming in terror. Harry looked from them to see Quirrell must have used the distraction to sneak out of the hall, unseen.

They all looked out into the Entrance Hall where a Slytherin boy was flung by a huge and ugly troll wielding a huge club.

"It looks like the troll isn't in the dungeon, and… yep, that's another one," Harry said as Slytherins and Hufflepuffs screamed and flooded the Entrance and Great Halls trying to escape the monsters.

However, Harry continued with his food while even Daphne and Tracey had stopped eating to look out into the hall in fear.

"Okay, I'll deal with it," Harry said after a moment as he didn't like seeing pretty girls looking so fearful while he set the phoenix on the table and got up and walked through the quivering students with a huge silver platter in his hands that he pulled from the table, emptying it on the floor.

Harry walked out into the mess where students were screaming and crying, some unconscious and others beaten a little. He took a little pleasure that Percy Weasley was curled in a corner whimpering and crying, but it was a shame that he hadn't been hurt for his foolish lack of brains, and idiots who followed his dwindle of authority were.

Harry walked up to the nearest troll with cool, collect expression, fearlessly as he had beaten and killed tougher things than two trolls. It swung its club at him but he dodged, weaving under and to his left without missing a beat. Harry smashed the trolls' knuckles with the tray as it over swung because of the miss. It cried out in pain, dropping its club with a grumble, and rubbing its knuckles before the tray smashed the monster between its legs.

The troll screamed as it bent over crying, falling into the foetal position rocking with tears in its large ugly eyes, howling in agony as Harry was strong and he didn't hold back. Harry back peddled as the other troll charged at him and swung its club at him. It missed only to over stretch and knocked its friend out as it smashed into its head. Harry frowned as he looked at his bent-up silver platter and stepped out of the way of another swing before turning a wicked grin on the troll that would have given pause to any creature with half a brain, but not the troll as it spun and charged at Harry again.

The creature may have been strong but it was exceptionally slow, mentally and in movement. Harry looked as if the monster was boring him, as he made sure to lead it from trampling any students, as he was a God of Heroes, he needed to protect people, as an example or something. Harry frowned as he sidestepped another swing with grace and poise. It over stretched and hit the floor with its club where Harry drew his wand, and with a simple levitation charm, the other trolls club flew up and fast, smashing this one in the jaw. It didn't even cry as it fell down backwards with a huge crash, out cold with a sickening crunch, as it shattered marble with its weight.

Harry shrugged with a huge grin while putting his wand away. "That's how a pirate does it, ARGH!" Harry roared out as the students had stopped screaming and just stared at him in horror.

Slytherins made silent deals with themselves not to mess with him again as they wanted to live. Many of them them were scared because of what happened to Archie Muller, but that was nothing compared to this. If that was what he could do while barely trying, they would hate to see what he could do while putting in actual effort, as they were smart enough to know he didn't go all out, nowhere near it they realised that Muller never stood a chance.

"You're all pathetic," Harry said. "Not only did you ignore me and leave the Great Hall, but you were beaten up by trolls. They're morons who only have muscle. Did you idiots forget you have magical powers?"

"Oh my," McGonagall's voice suddenly interrupted while many older students looked sick as they realised, they should have fought. Harry looked behind him to see McGonagall and several other teachers panting for breath, having run upon hearing screams. "W-who did this, no wait, get these students to the hospital wing now," she said worriedly starting the students out of the stupor they started helping their friends out.

Harry smirked as he snuck back to his friends. They were staring at him in awe, and even Daphne and Tracey couldn't look at him any other way as they knew he was strong but he seemed to make a mockery out of the power of two full grown mountain trolls singlehandedly, and they liked that. They liked that a lot.

Daphne especially, since she was already engaged to be married to Harry someday; her mother always said that she would know if Harry Potter was worth her heart, body, blood, and magic, and she saw it, and he was, and then much more than that. Harry was fast, strong, and powerful; she knew she felt Harry's power buzzing through his veins when she held onto him, his muscles breaming with power.

Her father wanted the union of her and her sister with Harry because he knew that Harry Potter was head of the Potter line, which everyone knew, but he had known about him being the rightful heir to the Black line, and knew about possible other lines Harry could heir too as well. Two sisters, one for two different ancient houses, and joining them would bring her family more power and strength than having to marry off Astoria to someone else while she marries Harry. If that someone else were an enemy to the Potter line, which would have been likely because of tradition and stuff, it would have destroyed her family line, as Harry would have no choice but to force her former name from her and cut ties, leaving Daphne as Potter only, but this way, either Daphne or Astoria would continue the Greengrass name while the other would add to another.

It was all very complicated, and Daphne's father wasn't stupid. He knew that other certain families were under the power of the Black family, which Harry now partially controlled, so he would have no reason to wed her sister to anyone. But if their father wed Astoria to Harry, it would make the Greengrass name stronger, and more likely allow for a male heir who would have the Potter name with Greengrass blood, and the Greengrass name and Potter blood.

Daphne frowned a bit as she was confusing herself before she internally shrugged as she looked to her future, and had to ask.

"How the hell did you do that, Potter?" Daphne asked Harry, as her eyes were still wide.

Harry shrugged sheepishly. "Well, umm… growing up the way I did, I got pretty well toned, and I had to learn how to protect myself," he said, telling the truth without telling the truth as that could wait for when he knew he could trust his closest fully, and they knew occlumency to protect their knowledge from certain memory rapists. "Trolls really aren't very impressive. They're slow, and clumsy, stupid and I think I mentioned really slow. They swing and hope. They're easy to dodge. Just watch and wait for them to swing. It leaves enough time to move out of the way."

"Wow," Daphne said and she wasn't the only one impressed, but she was certain he was understating what he did. She knew from looking at that cute grin that what he did was nothing to him, and she wondered where he really went when he disappeared for a year the year before, as nobody knew much. "That is simply astounding."

"Maybe you should be the one training to be an auror," Tonks said in awe as she knew she would have been splattered fighting like he could.

Hermione however, ran and gave Harry a tight hug, which he returned, and Daphne felt a little jealous for a moment before Tracey grabbed her and forced Daphne and herself into the hugging action, offering her friend a smirk and wink in the process, but Daphne just allowed herself a moment to enjoy the warmth as Harry wrapped them into his arms too. Daphne felt grateful her best friend Tracey was much better at this sort of 'affection' thing, and knew with some practice, she wouldn't need Tracey's help as much.

"Don't ever be that stupid again!" Hermione worriedly reprimanded as she managed to free herself with the other two girls and had to hide her smile, "what if you miscalculated and gotten hurt?" she added anyway, though, she knew just looking at him, she didn't know how she knew, but feeling him in that hug, she wasn't sure he couldn't match the troll's strength.

Harry chuckled. "Then I wound have gotten hurt with everyone else," he said while looking unconcerned. "Though, they were idiots for not staying when I gave them my warning, I couldn't let the trolls continue. Someone could have gotten killed and what kind of saviour guy would that make me?"

"Mr. Potter, you shall be serving detention with me," McGonagall interrupted as he pulled back from his friends. He looked to her, as surprised as everyone else was. "You wilfully and foolishly risked your life and-."

"No Professor," Harry retorted shocking her. "Professor Dumbledore sent everyone out of the safety of the hall where they had numbers and a position to 'defend'… or we could have locked ourselves in and sealed the doors. They foolishly went even after I tried to stop them leaving. I'm not going to die by such stupid creatures. I saved their lives. You should be thanking me for protecting the school from a ton of wrongful death lawsuits, all of your jobs, and possibly some extremely distraught and furious parents who carry weapons in their pockets."

The deputy head teacher startled as she looked into Harry's eyes before she sighed as she looked to Dumbledore while he looked extremely guilty. She realised he really wasn't above screwing up, but at least Harry Potter seemed to have sorted out okay, and probably had saved all of the teachers their jobs, as well as saving some students lives.

"Very well, Mr. Potter, just… everyone, to your dorms."

Harry was quite annoyed with all of the Q and A from his fellow Ravenclaws on the way back to the common room. They all seemed satisfied that they could have probably beaten the trolls if they hadn't run around like idiots screaming, which embarrassed the older Ravenclaws to no end. But Harry hoped none of them tried to fight any trolls the way he did, as they should keep to long ranged attacks, or they would be flattened.

Harry was feeling good as the Q and A was over, and his dorm mates chose to leave it be, for just a new Hogwarts Legend they were lucky enough to witness, (or unlucky depending on your perspective), plus, annoying a guy who beat up two angry trolls singlehandedly seemed pretty silly.

Harry was setting up Fawkes's perch in his dorm room by the window next to his bed whistling his fanfare while the other boys were tiredly stripping out of their clothes and makeshift costumes and getting into their PJ's, skipping bathing time until the morning as they were all fairly tired.

Harry smiled as Fawkes took his perch and was sleeping in moments before turning to his bed. However, that caused him to grimace as he didn't need to see anyone (except a cute girl, like Tonks, etc.) walking around naked because they couldn't find where they put their PJ's, like one of the boys was.

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes. "Those House-Elf guys that work here probably took them to laundry. Just get another pair or wear some underwear. I don't want to see you running around like that."

Anthony Goldstein blushed brightly as he remembered he was not alone and quickly dug another pair of PJs out of his trunk.

"Umm… sorry, but I just like those jammies," he said as he pulled on his bottoms to put away his skinny butt.

Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled off his pirate garb until he was left with his black boxers, embarrassing the other boys as it was obvious Harry had muscle and then some more, and climbed into his cool bed because he didn't wear PJs like little kids.

It was the next morning that Harry found Tonks in the common room just looking at a book. She was wearing a blue robe, but Harry was wearing a black shirt with only the middle two buttons done up, and some beige cargo shorts hanging just below his knees, and some white running shoes, his shades perched on his nose as usual.

"Harry!" Tonks reprimanded playfully as he flopped down next to her and poked her in the side. "Where'd you come up with all of these different clothes that make you look so ho-cute?" she said catching herself and reprimanding herself for the possible crush she might have had on an eleven-year-old boy. "If you were a few years older you would have to beat me away with a stick, especially after your troll slaying episode yesterday."

Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head, and smirking smugly. "Muggle world; and I wouldn't beat you away at all," he replied with a wink while she grinned. "So, what are you reading?" he asked her, trying to peak at the book cover, but she showed him. It was a study guide for potions. "I see. Yeah, I don't blame you. With Snape you need all of the help you can get."

"I know," Tonks said sadly. "I'm surprised I've done this good. He's never taught me anything, but I need potions to get into the Academy or I would have just flopped out."

"I've already made flopping out plans for my sixth year if Snape isn't gone by then," Harry said with a grin while she giggled. "Let's hope he doesn't last through his probation. I think Madam Bones would have just fired him after I showed her my memory of my first class if she were head teacher. Though, I think McGonagall would have too if she could, maybe years ago on that front… probably wouldn't have ever hired him."

Tonks nodded in agreement. "Yep, but then they're not a simple as Dumbledore. I don't know why he would keep Snape on, but it can't be a good enough reason to let him get away with being a jerk to everyone and ruining their education."

"I totally agree," Harry said smirking as he lay down on the couch suddenly, placing his head on her lap. She blushed a little as she smiled and absently ran her fingers through his luscious black hair.

"I hope you're comfortable there," she said while he smile up at her and nodded. "Good… you know; you're kind of weird. Sometimes you seem older than you look."

Harry laughed. "Perhaps I am older… I could be an all-powerful immortal god of Time and Space for all you know... Maybe I'm even the God of Heroes."

Tonks rolled her eyes and shook her head, amused, and not having a clue that he had told her his greatest secret and she didn't for a moment consider that he was telling the truth.

to be continued…