This fic was supposed to be HP/GW but at the same time a bout of HP/BB ht so there you have it. I had to remove this piece.

Harry settled once again alone at the back of the class. He would probably be the only one in the row and that was not a problem for him. He was still at odds with his friends and although the public view of this was still in place he was playing the patient vulture waiting for them to apologize. Unfortunately there was no response in that regard to date. At least he had the support of Ginny and the animal kingdom. Ginny alone was enough of a comfort and Medusa rounded the effect nicely.

Finally the class arrived and slowly started filing in. Nobody joined the row that was now occupied by Harry and he actually came to expect this effect and he gave it a name – dis-grouped. When the class was settled Minerva looked up and around the class. She noticed Harry sitting in the corner with the blank look he came to be known by. The previous class was cancelled as she was otherwise occupied and this was the first time that he had class with her.

Remembering the previous conversation with the rest of the staff in the morning flashed in front of her and for some reason she knew they were warranted.

What she knew just as well was that even though he was not looking at her he knew she was watching. Sighing softly she murmured "Dark but great, what can we expect from you Harry?" after the words of the wand maker. No one heard her except for the castle and as she was the only one to hear she answered.

Minerva always thought of herself as one that could hold herself and defend in the case of strangeness but this time she could only smile as the shock quickly settled to awe and admiration. The castle dead since Merlin's time has once again come to life.

Words slowly started to etch into the table she was working on. At first she did not notice but a moment later she could not ignore the engraving.

Seeing it she gasped softly. "This is a magical castle in anyway." She read the message.

"The one you are talking of is not who you think he is. He is more. If you knew the more part you would understand. Tom did great and terrible things, yes, but what Harry achieved remains a mystery to you until a time he will reveal himself and the magnitude will be beyond many..

He is known as a savior, a murderer, and an executioner, Lord Phoenix, grim reaper and many more names clouded with their own obscurity.

He enjoys the protection of Mother-Nature and he have to endure a lot to tolerate the weight. He remains above your law and at the mercy of her. He has paid the price to be her champion. A price paid over eleven long years in which he was weathered. She hid it from you and he lasted. He will show his full potential now that she has accepted him. May the known and unknown deities have mercy?

It is well hidden it well, but take heed, the day that he is revealed, that day will be bleak, and darkness shall envelope the world. That day Mother Nature will cry a tear of fury.

You are better of in ignorance. Appreciate, admire, and protect, respect but above all fear.

Take heed and share cautiously.

He comes."

That is where the message ended. Minerva had her hand covering her mouth hiding shock in a vain attempt. The message remained engrained in the wood and she just sat staring. Cautiously she lifted her head and saw the same blank expression on the face of the one in question still staring out of the window.

She removed her wand and used a cutting hex to sever the table top that was wailing caveat.

She shrinked the top and transfigured a stool to replace the top.

She walked to the fireplace and cast some floo powder into the fire. The fire turned green and she called the office of the headmaster.

A moment later he answered and she handed the wood to him. She softly exchanged a few cautious words and the fire drowned of the green color.

She cast a weary look over Harry and to her dismay there was still no change in his demeanor. She walked behind her desk and picked a parchment up. Definitely the roll was being held softly. The class was anxiously awaiting instruction.

"Today we will be transfiguring our wands." Here there was suddenly a wave of interest and a sense of anticipation filling the room. This always amazed her. Out of the corner she could feel a certain amount of coldness that was very unsettling. She did not even look as she knew what she would see.

She held her wand out and it changed to a quill. "Doing inanimate things are relatively easy however I do not think anyone will be able to do it today." She held her wand out again and it changed into a branch. "Doing live plants are much more difficult and they remain for most part actually dead." The branch changed back into a wand and here you could see Minerva McGonagall concentrate to do one of the things she are renowned for along with a hand full of people in the world. One of which is the esteemed headmaster. Along with her the whole class concentrated as well. They knew this was for all intents and purposes impossible. Changing your wand into a living animal cannot be done unless you are very powerful as the magical core of the wand fights this change. As wands are used to direct your will you have to direct it yourself and still fight the wands will. In the end if you're will are the greater the wand will follow your instruction. It is like a barrier that you need to breach.

A few moments passed and with a small pop she was holding a bunny in her hand by the ears. At that moment she lost her concentration and dropped the bunny onto the table.

The whole class awed into the silent grace of the mostly impossible.

"I daresay that there will most probably be no student in this school at the moment that will be able to do that. It is usually achieved only after years of practice and it took me a good twenty years to achieve this."

She said this looking the class over person for person. A Thursday morning as it was would never be the same again and she had no idée. "First of all I will give everyone a chance to try this and then we will continue onto the animagi transformations to determine into what animal you will change."

Excited shrieks echoed through the class. And she just perched her lips and the class was flooded with silence again.

She picked the roll up and started calling names. "Mr. Malfoy" was the first name that rang over her lips.

As she said it he got up and could do nothing than to look in the direction of Harry. Seeing him he just sighed and walked down the isle. Minerva saw the exchange but did nothing to indicate her thoughts. "So much change."

Draco walked over and behind the desk. She showed him how to hold the wand and he started to concentrate. At some point it looked like the wand started to change into what would ultimately probably be a walking stick like his fathers. It never finished. Although he despised the very existence of the man some traits remains embroiled on a person.

"Well done would you like to try for a branch." Draco just shook his head, smiled and headed back to his desk. "I would say five points is in order for Slytherin."

She picked up the parchment and continued in vain. The second last person to be called was none other than Hermoine. As she was in the front row it was not a long trip to go to the front of the class. As she turned to face the class she could not avoid the face in the left hand corner. A face that was directed in the direction of the window. This disturbed her to no end and she thought it was because of their betrayal. She could not be more wrong. She held her wand up in the predefined manner and closed her eyes to help with the concentration. A few moments passed before there was a change. Slowly the wand grew longer and developed a handle. This was followed by a leather point where it stopped. As she opened her eyes she was amazed to see that it had in fact changed at all. She looked at Minerva for confirmation and as she looked back her concentration was lost and she was rewarded with a wand and ten points. "Well done." Minerva said. Hermoine blushed and mouthed a thank you as any compliment from this woman was well deserved.

Minerva smiled inwardly as she watched Hermoine return to her chair.

As Hermoine sat down she looked to the corner and saw Harry still looking out of the window. "Mister Potter, mind joining the class and come forward and try to change your wand."

Harry suddenly looked at her. It was as if he was one moment looking out of the window and the next staring at her. At that moment she felt like she was being judged and the juror was in her favor. This fleeting moment passed as fast as it started. She felt very unsettled by the look. He looked away and as she thought she was about to be ignored when Harry Potter got up and walked down the isle.

She could see the wand hanging limply by his side as he came into the alley leading to the front. She could see every face following him and hers did not waver.

Then as he started walking down the steps his wand suddenly became a sword. A Japanese katana. There were gasps as the wand changed without even a thought. Where the sword should have touched the floor the castle parted for the sword to pass and mended itself as if there never was an intrusion.

People occupying the isle seats voiced this.

Everyone saw the sword but no one linked it to one of the swords of the dark ranger. Would they know if they did? Probably not, they watched him walking down the isle.

Eventually he made it to the front. He held the sword up in front of him in a loose grip. Or rather so it looked to everyone else. The wand at that moment changed faster than the eye could follow into a plant. A small buboter plant adorned the hand of one Harry Potter. The class was shocked into silence. This was just the start as the plant slowly started growing. They saw the plant begin to bloom and they saw a bloom making a flower and the flower slowly started growing larger and larger. When the plant was full sized the most amazing and impossible thing happened. Usually you need to milk these plants for their puss but this one, this one was different. Slowly the centre of the plant darkened and eventually it was dark green. The best color for the milking process. Then fine cracks started to appear. A yellow oily color started to slowly escape through the new fissures and slowly oozed out. Harry conjured a cauldron and tipped the plant over.

No one at moment realized that this was an extreme case of wandless magic as the wand core was now otherwise occupied. The slowly flowing liquid became a steady flow and moments later this changed to what could only be described as a shower head. When the liquid almost reached the brim the flowing became less rapid and moments later stopped altogether. Harry looked the plant over in what could only be described as lovingly. He stroked it and the plant responded to him by wrapping itself around his arm.

Harry smiled, everyone witnessed this. It was in the current moment the most precious thing and they watched it in awe. No human ever got this reaction from Harry as he was detached beyond reach to everyone. That is except for Ginny.

When the exchange with the plant stopped it immediately changed to a snake with wings. The moment it changed it was out of Harry's hand hovering in the air in front of him. Quickly swirling around the snake measured the threat. Realizing that the threat was negligible it turned back to Harry.

It was to say the least an awesome sight too behold. The snake part was a shiny dark green and the belly part was a dull black in length about 20 inches. The eyes were an emerald green to match Harry's when he was furious. The wings were magnificent silver with a wingspan of about a yard. The bones lining the leathery silver were black and the edges adorned with silver hooks that you would not want to test for sharpness.

No sound was emitted from the rest of the people occupying the class. Harry Potter has once again done the impossible. He held out his hand and the winged snake wrapped around his outstretched forearm. Harry smiled at it and stroked it below the bottom of his jaw. The snake pressed down on his hand and Harry once more smiled.

A few moments passed and to everyone else heard Harry hissing to the beautiful creature adorning his forearm.

Please go to Ginny and tell her I love her. Then I want you to go into the forest and contact Aragog. I wish to speak to him.

The creature nodded by way of an ascent and disentangled itself from his arm. It flew in the direction of the window but before it had gone for more than a second it disappeared in a ball of fire. A small trial of smoke was left where the creature once was. Harry turned and once again the mask was back on. He mumbled something sounding like "Show off" to no one in particular and returned to his seat. Once again he looked on the direction of the window as if abiding his time in anticipation of the inevitable.

McGonagall stood in the front of the class. She could not help but stare at him. He was renowned for doing the impossible and he has done it once again. However this time it was as beyond measure as surviving the death curse. To justify her own dealings she looked at the rest of the class and saw they enjoyed the same predicament.

Everyone that could actually get a wisp received points however the one that supposedly did the impossible was merely stared at. Harry realized this and smiled inwardly at the irony of his situation and flourished in its satire.

Moments passed and Harry could feel all eyes on him. He for his part ignored them all. He concentrated on the outline of the forest and silently hoping that the giant spider would not wish o defy him as that would have severe consequences for them.

In another class on the other side of the castle Ginny sat in the dullest and downright dead boring class in what could only be defined as the graveyard shift. Yeah you can imagine professor Binns was in his element of dumping rubbish into the heads of quiescent children. What he did not know was that the moment that Harry would step into that class everything would change but right now there was no danger of that even thought there was a uncertain amount of danger lingering.

A second, maybe less, passed for the flight an extraordinary wand in the form of a flying serpent. It knew exactly where Ginny was and did not hesitate to be there.

Gasps and shrieks met the eyes of the beholder as there was an instantaneous combustion in the front of the class.

One moment there was a ball of fire and the next a flying serpent made its way to Ginny. As the creature went straight to her everyone parted and a gulf was once again formed. As the creature approached Ginny held out her arm and defying the warnings from her comrades she let the creature wrap it around her.

The creature started hissing Harry says he loves you. This he said rolling his eyes however as his eyes was full green no one knew this but the tone gave it away to Ginny and she giggled sweetly. It was the first time she saw him and smiled and stroked him. Then the class went deathly quite as she answered him. Tell him I love him as well and tell him that he should run his own errands. Where are you off to anyway? She continued without a second thought of the stares she was receiving.

I need to meet Aragog and confirm an appointment with the giant spider. The creature answered.

To this Ginny merely nodded and did not think anything of it. She had gotten used to the situations Harry finds himself in and although she would worry, time and her part made it easier to accept.

Stretching her arm away she voiced Will I see you again? The creature looked thoughtful and answered Only if my master wishes. It left her hand and once again left in the same fashion it arrived.

After the creature left she saw every eye on her. She looked them over and asked in the most innocent voice. "What?"

People started to ask questions at the same time. As Ginny has started to withdraw as much as Harry she ignored them and looked out of the window. It was only moments later before the dead professor dismissed the class and asked her to remain.

To say she was grateful would be an understatement. The class slowly exited the whole time stealing glances and some just staring outright.

When the class resembled emptiness the dead man crossed the distance ignoring everything in his path. He stopped in front of her and what could be assumed as sat on the table. He looked thoughtful at her. Then out the window in the direction she was looking at. And back at her.

"So much alike, yet, so far apart." This was not a statement merely a fact.

"Virginia Weasley," He said and the dead man touched her and she felt it. Another poltergeist she reminisced. He turned her face to look into his eyes and he smiled.

"You are full of surprises. Let me indulge a little secret. You and he are together, you leave regularly, he is the Dark ranger and I guess that makes you his sidekick. The ghosts know it as well as the house elves. So far no one suspects a thing but note we know." He looked thoughtful for a moment and continued. "You might want to know why I tell you. Well it is just so you know. What you must realize is that sometimes there is a higher authority and so you're secret are safe with us. We ghosts might be a pretentious lot but we still have morals and although we share information amongst each other that is where it stays. As for the house elves, Mr. Potter is their owner so I guess it speaks for itself. Can you believe they are even denying the headmaster his dues?" He chuckled at that. Ginny for her part did not understand what he was driving at but did not mention it. Only entertaining a weak smile, she got up nodded and left. No one was there to corner her and once again she was thankful.

Meanwhile in the forest two creatures met and a meeting was scheduled the same day at the lair of the king of the spiders.

After McGonagall collected herself she addressed the class once more. "Please occupy yourselves for ten minutes I have to prepare for the last part of the class." As silent chatter followed this statement as she made her way behind the table and started arranging the equipment and basically putting the vials out for the potion. Set in her task she only periodically looked up to see the general situation of the class. It did not amaze her to see the questioning glances that Harry was receiving as she did it herself from time to time.

She did not understand why it felt like he was not here or there but simply was but she accepted it. The two most uncomfortable in the class was none other than Ron and Hermoine but she did not push the subject.

Once she was done she remained seated and without looking up she simply said: "Once I call your name please come to the front and put a drop of your blood in the vial. I want you then to shake it and then you will pour it down the writing pad." As she explained this she did it as well and afterwards there was a painting of a cat.

All the time she would take notes and the parchment that was there would be kept for future reference that would help against a further blunder like Wormtail.

Looking at the class she started with Hermoine. Hermoine did as told and another cat was in the making. Ron's turned into a fox, Malfoy a dog; this went on and on as there was butterflies, donkeys and even two baboons as well as a gorilla. The amazing thing was that it showed exactly what the animal would look like as well as the coloring and other detailed information.

It would sort of take the fun out of what you would be but at least now you knew what you were working to achieve. Some were happy, others satisfied and the most disgusted. As the training for this was very hard and would take a fair deal of time over the next two years under tutelage these in the last group would never achieve their animagus form.

Lastly once again Harry was called last. He got up and slowly made his way to the front. He only had thoughts of the spiders right now as he had to win them over before today. Before he realized what was going on he was in the front of the class.

Minerva stuck her hand under the table and retrieved Harry's Firebolt. Without looking at him she handed him the broom.

Harry stood behind the table and looked down at what the woman was doing. He saw her hand reach below the table and he saw her retrieve something. By the time he could see her hand again he realized what it was. He gasped at the sight. He reached out and took the handle of the broom in the middle and grieve once again flooded him. He saw the veil again and he reread the message.

Too much…

As he held the broom he felt tears flowing down his face. A collective gasp rang through the classroom. Minerva looked up and stared at the face but she was not prepared for what was about to happen.

Why, why, why. Just as he was starting to try and face the facts something would come and shatter his resolve back to oblivion. He held the broom at arms length horizontally and started to concentrate. "Never again would this broom be flown on." He voiced and for some undefined and uncharacteristic reason a broom started to shrink.

As the transfiguration professor Minerva would smile if she would see him do this. However sometimes life is so excruciating that it is impossible to smile. She was shocked three times so far in the specific class and she was truly not prepared for this. Wandless magic was only possible for small things and even then it was no small feat. Usually it was occupied with an Accio or even a simple leviosa and then it was only a select view that you would fit on your one hand.

However here Harry was doing an advanced piece of magic and his wand went moments ago out of the window so to speak. That was number four for the day. Concentrating Harry held his hand and turned it upside down. Slowly sand started to fall into the palm of his hand conjured five centimeters above, more until a small heap was formed. The sand started to melt until it was liquid. All the time the broom was shrinking and shrinking. Time slowed to almost a standstill as the broom had disappeared into his closed fist. Putting his hands together he started rubbing has hands on each other. Moments later a crystal clear tube resided in his hand with one standard Firebolt inside.

Closing his hands around it Harry once again started concentrating. A film of sweat adorned his hairline and the hair was stuck to his face. The steady flow of crimson from his eyes never ended. Slowly drops were formed and they fell to the ground. As they were falling the flow slowly increased.

Then no more crimson fell on the ground. As the droplets fell they started floating. Slowly but surely a ring was forming in the air. No two droplets touched each other. When the circle was complete the circle started rotating faster and faster.

The blood connected and started to get a metallic sheen. Soon a glittering blood chain adorned the air.

In a final effort Harry connected the chain and the broom effectively creating an amulet. After casting an unbreakability charm on it Harry placed it around his neck. Satisfied.

People just stared in silent awe at the display.

Harry silently bent over grasping the potion firmly. Taking two drops of his tears he let them fall into the potion. The potion gurgled for a moment and then went silent. At the nod from the professor he turned to the board and ceremoniously dumped the potion on the canvas.

The canvas soaked the potion until there was nothing. The page remained blank.

Harry looked the page up and down, shrugged looked at the professor, shrugged again and returned to his chair. A choir of whispers broke out.

The professor was distracted as this was not supposed to happen. Everyone had a form, the problem was if whether the person would be strong enough to actually become the animal and be able to control it.

Once Harry reached his chair and just sat to continue looking out of the window.

In the front of the class the canvas had another idea. A single green dot was created in the centre. It started pulsing and with each pulse the dot grew bigger and bigger. A few moments passed and the whole canvas was green. But the throbbing continued. Then it suddenly stopped. The canvas was black and in the center was two angry green orbs pulsing. A lightning bolt ran above the one eye sporadically flashing silver.

Harry stared at the canvas and mumbled "Great." before resuming his staring contest with the window.

Why does it always have to be like that? No one asked anyone and everyone knew the answer. Harry bloody James effing Potter The-Boy-Who-Lived-But-Should-Have-Died-But-Would-Just-Not-Keel-Over-Even-When-He-Wanted.

Minerva sat speechless looking at the canvas. What is that? She looked to the back at Harry but his attention was elsewhere. "great" She mumbled to herself before looking back at the canvas.

"BANGG"

This brought her attention back to the class. She was just in time to see a ball of flame and a serpent flying out of the centre. The serpent made its way to Harry immediately to deliver its report.

Harry smiled as he heard the bang and watched his wand making its way over. He held out his arm and the creature immediately wrapped itself around his arm.

Aragog will wait for you an hour before sunset at the edge of the forest. Ginny says you must do your own dirty work but that she loves you equally. With that a clatter was heard as the serpent resumed the form of a wand and Harry lost interest.

Then thanks to small miracles the bell rang. Without further waiting Harry took his wand and left for the great hall as lunch was being served.

"Professor what is the meaning of that?" Hermoine asked unable to keep her educated mind in check. There were several murmurs asking the same thing.

Minerva looked over the class and perched her lips. "I don't know. It was not supposed to do that but as you have seen with Mr. Potter in the past nothing is simple where he is concerned." She shrugged, a strange movement for her, before continuing "I will be asking the headmaster if he knows." She got up slowly and deliberately and removed the canvas rolling it up.

When she turned around the whole class was still seated. "Well don't you have lunch now?" she asked sincerely. Reluctantly the class got up and headed for the door. There was several feet shuffling and if she did not know better she would have found it strange to hear them leave the room with a certain amount of regret.

Minerva left right after the rest of the occupants.

"Guess I should keep it for tomorrow morning for the staff meeting. Maybe I can get some answers there." She thought to herself heading to her office.