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Chapter 2 – The Great Hall
Part 1 - The Feast
No matter how many times Harry saw Hogwarts lit up in the evening dark, he would never get over his awe of such a magnificent sight. It seems that Luke couldn't either.
Wow Not bothering to hide his chuckle Harry obediently followed Ron, and Hermione towards the great Hall greeting each ghost respectively as they passed him. Whispers chased after him as he moved on, they always did. After all he was the boy-who-lived.
You'd have thought they could wait a half hour before making up some new preposterous rumour about you, well us. Don't you just love being famous?. Shaking his head at Luke's sarcasm our young hero passed through the doors, to be trapped by a pair of lustrous silver eyes. He couldn't move, couldn't' breathe.
Emendatus
The moment was lost as a sharp elbow jabbed into Harry's side before he was pushed roughly to the floor. Luke snarled, taking control. The incensed boy flipped to his feet before advancing on his 'attacker', Pansy Parkinson. In one fluid movement he had gripped her by the throat and pinned her to a wall.
"Harry!" Came Hermione's startled voice, "What are you doing?"
Luke ignored her, intent on his prey. A deathly hush fell over the great hall, pupil's and teacher's alike. Luke didn't notice, if he had it might have saved a few tense moments later, but all he could think of was that this, this thing had hurt Harry. No-one would ever hurt Harry again, that's what he had promised, how dare she make him break that promise!
"Never hurt Harry again, or I swear by Merlin, Morgana, and Circe I will kill you, slowly and painfully. Do. You. Under-stand?" His voice was low and murderous. Pansy was quivering in fear. All she had wanted was for Draco to praise her for 'getting' Potter. And what did this idiot mean, don't hurt Harry again? He was Harry!
"Harry, let her go." Dumbledore's powerful voice pervaded the hate-filled fog surrounding Luke, dragging him back to reality.
"I'm not Harry, sir." Was all he said before hurling Pansy to the stone floor in front of the Slytherin table. No-one moved.
"What?" he sneered, "Can't clean up your own rubbish." With that he headed over to the Gryffindor table, where he sat down in his customary place, and acted as if nothing had happened.
Luke? Luke, what are you doing! You can't attack a student!
'Ri, I'm here to protect you, and woe betides anyone who interferes with that. With a disgruntled sigh Harry slipped back into control. He tried to remove Luke's smug grin from his face, but gave up. Why hide it when it was what he felt anyway?
"Mr. Potter! Explain yourself this instance!" With a start Harry looked up at into the expectant golden eyes of Professor McGonagall.
"Well, um…" I'm gonna have to tell them Luke.
If you must, you must. For the whole getting you in to trouble thing…I'm sorry.
Thanks
"Professor, can I talk to Professor Dumbledore and yourself, now?" The transfiguration teacher looked at him with trepidation. Beckoning him forward, and signalling for the headmaster to join them, she led them towards Dumbledore's office.
"Cockroach Cluster" with McGonagall's sharp order, the gargoyle leapt aside revealing the all to familiar spiral staircase which Harry was frog marched up by his head of house. Moments later Dumbledore appeared, unfortunately followed by Snape.
"Mister Potter? Would you care to explain that display in the main hall?" Dumbledore's voice was layered with confusion, his customary eye twinkle but a dim memory.
"Well sir, I'd rather not say it in front of Professor Snape." He said frankly, glancing nervously at the Potions master.
"Come, come, Harry, you know I trust Professor Snape explicitly, I see no reason for you not to do the same."
"Well then I request that he does not use this information to further torment me in lessons." At that statement McGonagall gasped in outrage, Dumbledore became an unhealthy shade of purple, (Much like uncle Vernon, Harry surmised), and Severus Snape laughed. This brought the other teachers up short.
"Severus? Are you well?" shaking off his colleagues concern's he rounded on the fast shrinking boy.
"And what, Mister Potter, puts you in a position to dictate terms to me?"
Harry, let me take over, I'll handle the slimy git.
Alright, just don't do anything I might regret The smirk which quickly appeared on said 'frightened' boys face was completely unlike Harry, and to Snape's interest, very Slytherin.
"Me." An in-elegant eyebrow climbed beneath a layer of greasy hair.
"You?" The headmaster demanded, "And who are you?" Dumbledore drew his wand, quickly followed by his deputy. Severus held his ground, unafraid. After all you couldn't work for Voldemort all this time without some stupid-gryffindor-like courage. Harry's body swept into an aristocratic bow.
"I, am Luke Custos Evans. It's a pleasure to meet you I'm sure." His sarcasm was not lost on Harry's professors leaving McGonagall gasping at the rudeness of her previously polite student, Dumbledore resembling a plum, and Severus once more fighting hysterics.
"The boy-who-lived has multiple personalities?" Severus gasped out in-between chuckles. "This is rich, this is to rich." His merriment was cut short as he found himself pinned to a wall by invisible bonds an insufferably smug look adorning the boys face.
"I'd appreciate it if you refrained from even attempting to insult my 'Ri. I react rather badly to such things." He recalled the touch of wandless magic holding the greasy man up there, reinstating gravity with a crash.
"Mister Potter- I mean Mister Evans, I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour. I demand that you leave Harry this instance. You obviously some evil force, probably from he-who-must-not-be-named and you must free him. Harry? Harry can you hear me? Fight him, we will find a way to set you free!" McGonagall's voice had risen to shout, her voice desperate, and worried. She began to flick her wand, muttering incoherently in Latin. A blue light erupted from the end of her wand encasing Harry in a thin film. Luke snorted as it cracked away and fell.
"You incompetent fool." He snarled, "Do you think I would possess Harry? That I would hurt him? Deliver him to that maniac who you fear so badly. Do pay attention Minnie, I am no demon, no spiteful spirit imposing upon the hospitality of your young saviour. I am his friend, his comrade, a being created by his magic to protect him, comfort him, love him, as the family," he turned on Dumbledore, "that you let him have." Luke's face shifted. The harsh, forest, green transforming into dazzling, jade. His face became less haunted more innocent.
"I rather like him professors." Harry remarked blandly, "What's your opinion?"
The noise level in the great hall had returned full force since the departure of the senior staff, even the other teachers were deep in discussion over the recent events in the life of the golden gryffindor.
"Hey Draco, what do you think that was about?" Blaise Zabini said, turning to his best friend of eight years. A look of concentration adorned the god-like features of Hogwarts resident ice prince.
"I don't know Zabini, but whatever it is I look forward to future… developments." With that, Draco closed the subject by raising his goblet of pumpkin juice to his lips, buying himself a moment of peace from the unending queries about Potter's behaviour. One line struck a chord in Draco, "I'm not Harry…" He didn't understand. How could Harry not be Harry? Was he being controlled? But then Draco remembered seeing him as he attacked Pansy. His eyes had changed. The moment before they had been mis-matched, one aquamarine and one emerald, then they had flashed. While towering over 'the pug' they had both been that darker, unforgiving shade. What's more, his personality seemed to completely distort. The golden boy was soft spoken, polite, never publicly rude to any one but Draco or his 'friends'. Was there more to Harry Potter than his cronies thought? Had the boy-who-lived changed that much over the summer? This was a subject for further consideration. One thing was certain, if he had found Harry interesting earlier, he had now discovered a new adjective for him.
Factiosus (i).
Harry trudged despondently towards gryffindor tower. Not even a whole day at Hogwarts and he was already in trouble!
I really am sorry Harry. Merlin I suck, I'm here to protect you and all I do is get you trouble. Man you had a bad deal with me. Luke's voice was soft, filled with self-recrimination, and disgust at the thoughtlessness of his actions.
Don't worry Luke, I'm not mad at you or anything, I just-
"Harry James Potter, where on earth do you think you've been?" Hermione's sharp question disturbed Harry form his mental conversation.
"Um, hi guys-" He started, unsure of how to approach the subject.
"That was a bit out of order mate," Ron broke in, "Even if it was the Parkinson wench. Why d'you make a scene, first evening as well?"
"Quite. And what was that whole thing about, 'I'm not Harry', did you really think that Professor McGonagall would fall for that?" At the shake of her 'friends' head, she forced a look of worry onto her otherwise furious features. "Are you ill Harry?" she tried to sound innocently curious, but both Harry and Luke could see through it. She didn't give a damn, and they knew it.
"No Hermione, I'm fine, I…well I guess you could say that I over reacted. I was tense, you know, on edge from no fight with Dr- Malfoy," He tried to cover his stumble, but his bushy haired ex-best-friend's raised eyebrow was proof of her knowledge. Ron seemed as clueless as ever, so he ploughed on regardless. "So I countered disproportionately. I'm sorry, but I'm tired, and need some sleep-"
"Don't you try and throw me off with that. Where've you been? We've been worried sick about you, and then you show up here, after lights-out and expect to have to offer no explanation. Well, your majesty, you may consider rules to be beneath you, but if you ever want to aspire to the levels that Ron and I have achieved," She subconsciously buffed her prefect badge, with her future-boy-friend dutifully copying, "then you best get your act together!" Harry could feel his pulse rate rising as his anger grew, Luke didn't feel to happy either. What right did they have to yell at him? To give him hell when they wouldn't, couldn't understand. With a silent snarl he moved in the direction of the dormitories, only to find Hermione and Ron blocking the way.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Way." He ground out through clenched teeth. Luke was begging to be let out, to hurt them for being such gits, but Harry was seeing their true sides for once, and he wanted retribution for five years of false smiles, and broken promises. Hermione, stupidly, ignored the warning in his tone, and ranted on, oblivious to his clenched fists, and steely eyes. In a remarkable show of sense, Ron picked up on the danger signs and tried to stop her, but it was too late. With a muffled howl of fury Harry's now obedient magic threw the two prefects to the wall, rushing to do its master's bidding. With an impatient wave of his hand he silenced them.
"I said leave it Hermione. I've changed, and the person I am now is not your friend. I am that by the way, a person. I am not some bottomless well of money here to serve you Weasel, I'm not some political step-ladder Granger, I am Harry, and Luke. I have no need for back-stabbing traitors like yourselves. No I do not care that I will lose house points for threatening the pair of you, nor do I care about how damaging that could be in our chances for the house cup. I am through with the pair of you, so I suggest you stay out of my way. Besides Malfoy had it right first year, who in their right mind would associate with a Mud-blood, and a blood traitor?"
Two pairs of eyes watched Harry storm off into the boy's dorm, one blue, and one brown. An indignant gasp escaped from Hermione's pursed lips.
"How dare he!" she practically screeched. Ron tried to comfort his livid girl friend but to no avail. "Of all the pig-headed stubborn gits in this castle he is most definitely the worst. I mean," A true tear fell from her eye, "He called me a mud-blood." This ignited Ron's rage at his friend.
"Yeah Herm'. What's his problem? He even accused me of money grubbing. I mean I wouldn't ask for it if he would just give it to me. Who give money to if not your best friend? He gives money to the twins, but what's wrong with me? He is more like that ferret than I ever imagined, he probably only made friends with us to get us in trouble." Ron's face burned red with anger, making his features indistinguishable from his red hair. Hermione turned her now over bright eyes towards her 'boyfriend'.
"You know what Ron? I have the perfect plan for revenge." Attempting, and failing to produce a cunning smirk, the 'cleverest' witch in the school sat down and opened a book. She'd read about something that would be perfect for Harry, something that would bring him crawling back on his knee's to them, begging for forgiveness. She'd give it of course; after all she needed him in the future, so it was good to have him somewhere accessible. What went wrong with Dumbledore's scheme? She wondered curiously, Harry seems completely out of control, and I'll bet that the one controlling him now his someone else, a new player in the game for the control of Harry Potter.
(i) Factiosus - this means 'intriguing'. I wanted to use fascinating, but I couldn't find it in the Latin dictionary which I piked of my sister. If anyone knows what fascinating is in Latin, please let me know so I can repost.
