Potter, Blackstaff
Ch 06
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Potter entered the Gryphon's Avary by walking into a screaming match.
"And what was your Price, Traitor?" Ron seethed into Hermione's shocked face, "What did it take to turn you from Friend to Slut?"
Harry noticed her hug his book closer to her chest, and decided to do something. "What does it matter? You will never afford even her cheapest of rates." He stepped between them, "That being; being civil in mixed company. Twins. I think Ron ate something that did not agree with him. Please take him to Medical." Harry buried his fist in Ron's gut.
The lanky lad, shifted shades of red as he fell gasping to the floor.
"Harry!" Hermione glared at him, "I don't need you fighting my battles for me."
"Yes and No, Granger." Potter turned to face her, "As my Vassal, you are expected to perform to a minimum level. But First I must claim you." he fished a cheap silver ring from his pocket and dropped it in her palm. "It's under Vassalage." He tapped the book she was still clutching to her chest. Looking about at the students gathered in the common room, "Granger has had my back since our first year. She has sought only to protect me, and to push me to higher, greater performance. Granted her choices were not always the best, but she was dealing with a pair of teenage male Gryffindors!"
The common room snickered as Ron was helped to Medical.
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Twenty minutes after leaving her office, McGonagall returned. She was surprised that her boss was still there. She was amused that he was bound in leather straps and stuck to the wall.
"Really Albus." her wand flicked out, canceling the spellwork. "I told you, He does not want to talk to you. Unless it is a School matter, leave the boy alone."
"Do you have any idea; the power the boy will wield when he comes of Age?" Albus all but whined, "He needs to guided on the right path, the Light Path…"
"Continue in this manner, you could lose the School." Minerva sighed, "I'll lunch with Potter. See if I can get you a few minutes. I promise nothing, but this is my last attempt. Did you notice what he was wearing at the Feast tonight?"
Albus perked up, as he cataloged the boy's attire. "Oh, I have grounds… he was out of uniform!"
"Not true." Minerva sat in her chair. "While not the standard dress, he was in uniform. His coat counts as outer robes, and as he entered the Great Hall, they trimmed in House Colours, as did his tie and the band of his hat." she morphed her feet to cat feet, before returning them back to slide out of her boots. "I was referring to his kilt."
"Kilt?" Albus stood up, "Why would he wear a Kilt?"
"The details were lacking, but the pattern he wore was the McGonagall tartan. When questioned, he said it was in Honor of me. Now I can have him switch to black cloth or, switch to the Hogwarts tartan like the girls wear, or allow him to continue."
Albus strode to stare out the window. "What are you leading to, Miss McGonagall?"
She flinched, as she always did when he treated her like a student, which is why he did it. "Something has happened since School let out, last year. Something heavy enough to tank your reputation and relationship with the lad, but only yours. The Lad is also showing signs of extensive potion use, and a remarkable improvement in mind and body health, then he has shown in these last three years."
"Find out where he has been since he stepped off the Express, back in June, and I will stop my pressing for information." Albus vanished into the floo.
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In his Dorm, while his year mates were tucked in, Harry modified his bedside table to 'hold' his three canes. Two Blackthorn cudgels canes, and the Templar Cross. He set the security field to mild shock, heavy shock, and lethal. From his pocket he pulled a shrunken wardrobe, and setting it at the foot of his bed, he swished his wand over the black oak, canceling the shrinking charm.
"Hey, Dobby!"
"Who bes callings Dobby?" queered the confused elf popping in. Spotting his favorite wizard, the little guy rushed to attack his knee. "Great Wizard Harry Potter! And he calls for Dobby!"
"I have need of a Personal Elf." Harry opened the wardrobe, showing a place for a small nest. "All I can promise is a nest, a bond, and a shit ton of work."
The Elf just spasmed in joy.
"Yeah. She thought you would say that." Harry sat on the bed. He patted the mattress beside himself, and waited while the elf climbed up the bed, and stood beside the human. "A few rules. 1, No punishing yourself. You feel you have done wrong, you come to me and report it. 2, Only through Death will you be dismissed from my Service. If at any time, were I to dismiss you, you will never know, you will just be Dead. Your Loyalty to me is that absolute." Harry smiled at the smaller creature.
"Now, only two people are allowed full access to my things." Harry reached out, "Hermione is allowed unfettered access to my books and school supplies. Neville is allowed access to my plant and potion supplies. Females I am courting are allowed limited access, set by the terms of the courtship."
"What of Whiskers and Kitty?" the elf cocked his head, "Or Elfses?"
"Hands Off." Harry stood, placing his hand on the Elf's head. "I, Hareford James, Heir of Potter, take into Full Service, Dobby the Elf." the surge of the Bonding flashed through the pair, causing their eyes to glow.
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In the Snake Pit; two blonds faced off, while their 'pet' witches sneered at each other.
"So you do not deny that you and your slut were … kissing up to Potter!" the venom spewed from Malfoy's mouth.
"Oh, of course I Deny that Davis and I spent the day with Heir Potter. We were in the compartment of Heir Black!" Greengrass crowed.
"You Lie!" Draco went as red as Weasley, "I am Heir To Black!"
"Then Show us your Ring." Astoria taunted back.
"My Ring?"
"Queensberry." Daphne called across the common room, "Heir Black waved his Ring under your nose, did he not?
"A Ring was in my face, but I was too focused on the fact he had me on my knees, begging like a little Malfoy…"the room snickered as the blonde reddened. "Sorry, I mean 'Bitch'." The fifth year had a shit-eating grin.
Malfoy inflated to decry the truth of how his Father was fixing to challenge Black and Potter 'stealing' his inheritance when…
"Wait a minute." a chorus spoke. The Carrow Twins were in play. "Potter, Dumb-ass-door's chosen pet monkey, takes up his Rings. Takes up his Rings, but does Not Name our Supreme Headmaster as his Proxy? Potter is claiming Black! With Black from Last Year…" the twins stepped apart from one another. "Potter is offering a Light Option that is not Albus Dumbldor. Odds are that Potter is just no longer the Old Fool's thumb-puppet, but it could also be read that Potter is at War with the old Warlock." they too used the twin-pong-speak, but so smoothly, that they did not cause the whiplash.
The room hissed, as this bit of news seeped in.
"What does this mean to these Sluts rubbing up on a 'Dork?" Nott sneered.
Parkinson made a hand sign… just before Milly backhanded the lug across the center of the room. "For those who need hands on schooling, Greengrass found a chink in Golden boy's armor, and is picking at it. Her Slut is doing the heavy lifting, but so far only Nott and Draco seem to mind, and only because Potter got there first. If Potter can be used to further her goals, at this point, it only cost her Davis' rep. It is what most of Us are trained to do. Odds are Greengrass is going to bridle that War-Beast Potter, and use him to rebuild her Family's Powerbase, while ruling over Potter and Black herself."
"Peverell." Daphne corrected her yearmate.
Pansy froze.
"Repeat that." the twins spoke in stereo, from twenty feet apart.
"The House of Peverell was the House that I would rule over." Daphne grinned at Pansy. "Davis would get House Black, and Granger gets House Potter." Tracy slithered along her side, so that they could share a kiss. "If Greengrass can pay off the Contract. If not, House Lady to Pever
"There was that funny reference to House Slthren too." Astoria piped up from the couch. "He even offered his hand like ole Sly does there in the painting, there." the second year pointed her thumb over her shoulder.
"What is going on here?" the deep, dark tones of the Master of the Pit fell on the assembled.
"Potion Master." Daphne spoke calmly, "After you assigned the Prefects to do Our Welcome speech, the floor was opened to talk, complaints we needed to air before the year began. Malfoy voiced an opinion about who we spent the day on the train with, and that led to why we did, and why we should."
Snape sneered, then grunted. "To bed. We will talk tomorrow after night."
Everyone scrambled for their rooms.
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