Author's Note:Yes I admit that the last chapter was small and quick, but I wasn't sure how long this was going to be, and didn't want to make it too long. So I decided to do the first night at Hogwarts as another chapter. I hope you like it, and the ideas I've put into this chapter. Sorry for the delay in update, was planning to update soon, but I came down with a cold as I wrote this so other than dealing with finding the right words that I wanted for the story. I was trying to write with a cold. As many of you might know it's hard enough without the extra problems with writing.
Chapter Eleven…
The Blood Stone - Part 5!
(First Night at Hogwarts!)
1st of September - Great Hall, Hogwarts:
Harry heard the Hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the Sorting Hat and walked towards the Gryffindor table, as he passed Ember, he gave her a warm smile and mouthed to her, 'Good luck.' He noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet, and he smiled at this. Percy, the Prefect, got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, giving Harry the sudden, horrible feeling that he'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water.
He could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest him sat Hagrid, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up. Harry just smiled back, wanting to keep up the pretend of him liking the man. And there, in the centre of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. Harry recognized him at once from the card he'd gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Something about the man put Harry on edge, as if there was something more to him than met the eye. He would have to watch himself around the man.
Harry spotted Professor Quirrell, the nervous young man from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban. Harry still wondered what the man was doing teaching a class like defence, it would make it hard to learn anything, so Harry was also going to keep an eye on this man too. As something about him didn't add up, and Harry didn't like the unknown.
There were a few more people to go, Ember a while to sort, before she was Sorted into Gryffindor. Then it was Ron's turn. He was pale green by now, a second later the Sorting Hat declared, "Ah, another Weasley. I know what to do with you… GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry clapped with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next to him.
"Well done, Ron, excellent," Percy Weasley said pompously across Harry, as the last child of the night, 'Zabini, Blaise,' was Sorted into Slytherin. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away. All together there was about twenty to twenty-five students sorted into each house.
As Harry sat at the table, he looked down at his empty golden plate. He had only just now realized how hungry he was. Those pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not.
"Is he - a bit mad?" Ember asked Percy uncertainly.
"Mad?" Percy said airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Ember, Harry?"
Ember's mouth fell open, she hadn't seen this much food before. The dishes in front of her were now piled with food. She had never seen so many things she liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.
Harry and Ember piled their plates with a bit of everything except the peppermints and began to eat. It was all so delicious.
"That does look good," the ghost in the ruff said sadly, watching Harry cut up his steak.
"Can't you -?" Ember began to ask the ghost.
"I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years," said the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."
"I know who you are!" said Ron suddenly. "My brothers told me about you - you're Nearly Headless Nick!"
"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy -" the ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan interrupted.
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" asked one of the new students, a Patrick Woodis.
Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he wanted.
"Like this." he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed.
"Is there anyway to get it fully removed?" Harry asked his House Ghost, "As it looks disgusting. Maybe you could ask the ghost of at the Slytherin table to cut it off?" Harry asked Nick as he pointed the the ghost over at the Slytherins, he had black eyes and a gaunt face, he dressed in robes covered in silver bloodstains, and carried chains around his body. He also had a curly powdered wig and carried his sword. He was right next to Malfoy who, Harry was pleased to see, didn't look too pleased with the seating arrangements. "Couldn't he be able to cut the remainder of your neck, seeing that you're both ghosts? What's the worse could happen? You can't die twice can you."
The Gryffindor Ghost looked at the young new Gryffindor, "Could it be that easy, all these years and I never thought of that." the ghost muttered to himself, in shock and disbelief, then turning to Harry he said, "I thank you young Gryffindor, you have given me hope for the first time since my death and for that, I can't thank you enough. If there's anything I can do to help please let me know. Anyway, I hope you and the other new Gryffindors are going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable - he's the Slytherin ghost. Now talking about the Baron, I need to have a word with him, I'll see you lot."
"Wait! I want to ask you something Nick." A young boy named Seamus said, but it was too late, Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington had left to talk to the Slytherin Ghost, "Damn, I wanted to as if he knew how the Slytherin ghost got covered in that blood."
"He doesn't know, nobody does really," this came from Percy, "I once wondered that and I asked him about it and he told me that he doesn't know. I even asked the Bloody Baron himself as I was that interested as none of the other ghosts had blood on them, but he gave me a dark look and floated away without a word. I tried to ask a few times, but got the same response over and over again, so I tell you lot now. Don't bother. You won't get anywhere."
"Ok." Seamus sighed as he put some more roast beef onto his plate, "but what got into him though, it was like he got an answer that he wasn't suspecting."
"Maybe because he did," explained one of the older students, a Patricia Stimpson, "all these years he was belittled by other headless ghosts because his head wasn't fully off. All the years he thought he could never be a full headless ghost, but Potter give him a hope that he never had before and no one thought of it before."
"I have to agree with Miss Stimpson, no one had thought of it before, it is something worth of a Ravenclaw." Percy admitted to the first years. "Whilst I can say that the Gryffindors are happy to see you in our House, I have to wonder why you're not in Ravenclaw."
"It was nothing really," Harry admitted thoughtfully, "I knew that normal weapons couldn't harm a ghost, and I thought maybe a ghost weapon might. And seeing that he was already dead, well what is the harm in trying? As for not being a Ravenclaw, to be honest the Sorting Hat believed that I could go in any of the four Houses."
"Even Slytherin?" Ron asked in shock and horror.
"Yes. Even Slytherin," Harry said with a sigh, "I know they have a bad rep and everything, but are you telling me that all the eleven year olds that enter Slytherin are evil? It just means that they are cunning, ambitious, and resourceful, something those who want to get on in the world should have. What makes them evil is whatever happens to them over the years, and how they are treated over the years."
"That's another statement the Ravenclaws often make, and I think why Slytherins don't mind them as much, unlike the rest of us." Stimpson told Harry and the others, "I have to wonder why you aren't in Ravenclaw."
"Same reason that I'm not in the other Houses, I asked to be in Gryffindor," Harry admitted to them all, "this is the House my parents were in and I want to follow their footsteps and make them proud of me wherever they are."
This got thoughtful looks on everyone's faces, and made them smile, glad that the Boy-Who-Lived chose Gryffindor. Harry smiled, and was happy that they bought his bull of a story, and he hoped that the lie about him wanting to follow his parents footsteps and make them proud would get to the Headmaster. As he hoped he wouldn't have much of a problem with him this way.
After this, they talked among themselves, some talked about who played the prank on Dumbledore and Malfoy, some still blaming the Weasley Twins, whilst some don't think it was possible. Some talked about how surprising it was to learn that magic was real.
Harry though was shocked at how many new students had magic. And this, explained by a sixth year student, was down to the Mystics. Harry was informed that before the Mystics came along, there was normally around thirteen to fifteen new students going into each of the House each year. But with the Mystics changing how things worked, and those who they were saved during the Wizarding Civil War with Voldemort, there was around twenty-five or so new students going into each of the House each year.
Here came a decision about them, most of them were fine with the Mystics, some even admitted that they were Mystics. Harry overheard that the Weasley Twins and a few others were grateful for the Mystics, as they saved the lives of their favourite uncles: Gideon and Fabian Prewett, who like them were pranksters. They even saved a few Weasleys too in the war. It seemed that this story was true for a few of the students around the table.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding and many other desserts.
As Harry helped himself to a treacle tart, the talk at his side of the table turned to their families.
"I'm what the Wizarding World calls a Half-Blood," said Seamus. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mom didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him."
The others laughed at this, it was true for a few of them there.
"What about you, Neville?" said Ember.
"I'm what is called a Pureblood," Neville explained to the young girl, "I was brought up with magic, learning a few things over the years."
"So you know some magic then?" asked Ember with interest, "That must be good learning some magic before Hogwarts."
"Normally you would be right, seeing how most families would have their children wait to learn magic once they get to Hogwarts." Neville told Ember, "But I learnt how to use magic, as for some reason my family was targeted by Death Eaters after the war. I would have liked to have a normal childhood -"
Harry tuned out the rest of the conversation, and listened to the others talking. On Harry's other side, Percy Weasley and Hermione were talking about lessons ("I do hope they start right away, there's so much to learn, I'm particularly interested in Transfiguration, you know, turning something into something else, of course, it's supposed to be very difficult-"; "You'll be starting small, just matches into needles and that sort of thing - ").
Harry, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at the High Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.
It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes - and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head.
"What is it Harry?" asked Percy.
"N-Nothing." Harry told the Gryffindor Prefect, as he wasn't sure what happened himself. The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had gotten from the teacher's look - a feeling that he didn't like at all.
"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" he asked Percy.
"Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to - everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape."
Harry watched Snape for a while, but Snape didn't look at him again.
"Hmm…" Harry hummed at this, the look that Snape give him was one of hate and loathing, and wondered what a man that Harry never met had against him. So now he knew who Snape was, he wondered who the other people at the Head Table were, and what they do and asked, "So who are the others at the Head Table and what do they teach?"
"Well Harry," Percy said with a smile, he was in his element now, "Well starting from the front of our table, that's Rubeus Hagrid the Groundskeeper. Next to him as you know is Professor McGonagall, she's not only does she teaches Transfiguration, but she is also the Head of Gryffindor and the Deputy Headmistress. She normally sits next to the Headmaster, during the feasts, except during the Sorting Feast and the End of Term Feast, when she would sit in front of her House Table.
"Now next to her and in front of the Hufflepuff Table is Professor Sprout." Sprout was a dumpy little witch with flyaway grey hair who wore a patched, frayed hat and shabby robes, and was covered in dirt. "She is the Head of Hufflepuff, and teaches Herbology, which is why you'll often see her in dirt.
"Next to her is Professor Sinistra," Sinistra looked like she was in her mid twenties with dark hair, eyes, and skin. She had a slightly circular face with cheekbones and a prominent, sharp nose, "and she teaches Astronomy. But we don't often see her in the Great Hall, normally during the Feasts. In fact she is one of the few non-Heads that you'll see during the Feasts. The others just come to the Great Hall during the normal meals, and that does not happen normally. Next to her is Dumbledore which, as you already know, is the Headmaster.
"Then next to the Headmaster is Professor Flitwick," Flitwick was a very short, dwarf-like person, with white hair and beard. "and he teaches Charms and is the Head of Ravenclaw. He is one of the few Professors who you can easily go to for anything. And he, if he can, is willing to help you.
"The last two you know about," Percy explained to Harry, "but Snape is also the Head of Slytherin. And someone you don't want to cross, whilst I don't normally talk against the Professors, if you're not a Slytherin, don't even bother going to him with problems as he won't help you."
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahem - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.
"Seeing that tomorrow will be a Friday, it was decided that there'll be no classes tomorrow, and that class will start on Monday.
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held at the start of the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Harry laughed, but he was one of the few who did.
"He's not serious. Is he?" he muttered to Percy.
"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd though, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere - the forest for example is full of dangerous beasts, everyone who's been here for a few weeks knows that. I would have thought he would have told us prefects, at least."
There were a few whispers at this, and Harry said, "Something isn't right, it is like he wants us to go to the third-floor corridor."
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione, and Percy looked at Harry with interest, wanting to hear Harry's reason too.
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore before Harry could say anything. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed. And most of the older students even moaned at this, it seemed this was most people's less favourite part of the evening.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favourite tune," Dumbledore said, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
As the Gryffindor first years were about to follow Percy, when the Head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, came up to them and said to Harry, "Mr. Potter, could you come with me please. Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office."
"With all due respect mama, but can't this wait 'til morning?" asked Harry, "It has been a long day for everyone, and I for one would like to get some rest."
"I understand and after what you been through, I understand why you want to get some rest but the Headmaster wants to see you now." McGonagall stated with a sigh, "There's nothing I can do about this."
Harry give a sigh and then turned to Ember and asked, "Ember, could you be a dear and do me a favour? Could you look after Aneira for me?"
The Tigran in question, for the most part of the evening was laying at Harry's feet, only moving when Harry fed her some of his food, and was purring as Harry was rubbing her belly. But hearing that she was going to be parted, and the bond wasn't fully complete, hissed in disagreement of leaving her Master.
Before Ember could answer, Harry said to his Tigran, "I know you don't like this Aneira, but I want you to look after Ember for me. I won't be long, the sooner I go the sooner I can get back to you. So will you go with her if she agrees to have you?" The Tigran wasn't happy about this, but she knew that her Master had plans for this girl, or was forming plans for the girl, and he would want her to protect her until he could work out said plans. Unhappily she nodded her head in agreement to look after Ember.
"So would you mind Ember?" asked Harry.
"Sure Harry, I'll look after her." Ember said with a smile, knowing that she was being useful to her new friend. And opened her arms as Harry handed over Aneira to her. And with that the first year Gryffindor's who lead by Percy, out of the Great Hall.
"Please lead the way Professor McGonagall," Harry said with a warm smile, "the sooner we can get this over with, the sooner I can get back to my friends."
"Of Course Mr. Potter, I fully understand." McGonagall said, as she lead Harry to the Headmaster's Office.
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Harry's legs were like lead again, but only because he was so tired and full of food. He was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as they passed. Nothing was said as teacher and student walked up to the second-floor of Hogwarts, until they walked around the corner from the second-floor corridor. The corridor was long, with nothing but windows on the right side of him, and at the very end was a large and extremely ugly stone gargoyle..
"Professor do you know what this is about?" Harry asked his Head of House.
"Sorry Mr. Potter, but I don't," admitted McGonagall, as they stopped in front of the Gargoyle, "I was only told to get you."
"Mars Bar!" she said. This was evidently a password, because the gargoyle sprang suddenly to life and hopped aside as the wall behind him split in two. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving smoothly upward, like an escalator. As he and Professor McGonagall stepped onto it, Harry heard the wall thud closed behind them. They rose upward in circles, higher and higher, until at last, slightly dizzy, Harry saw a gleaming oak door ahead, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.
They stepped off the stone staircase at the top, and Professor McGonagall rapped on the door. And they heard someone say, "Come in Minerva, Harry."
Before entering Harry asked, "How does he know it is us?"
"I have no idea, and often wondered about." McGonagall admitted as the two walked into the office.
If he wasn't so tired, Harry would have loved to have the chance to look around more. It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tattered wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.
This was when he heard Dumbledore say, "Thank you Minerva, you may go."
Harry looked around and saw that Dumbledore was sitting in his chair, with Professor Snape standing next to him.
Professor McGonagall was about to when Harry said, "Professor McGonagall please wait, you're my Head of House, and from my readings, I have the right to ask you to be at any meeting with the Headmaster or any other Professors. Be it for advise or as a witness, or whatever help I might need. So I would like you to stay here please."
"Err… Mr. Potter, what are you talking about?" Professor McGonagall asked in confusion, "I haven't heard about such a thing before."
"Not in the latest rule books for Hogwarts, no, you wouldn't but in some of the older versions there is such rules, which is still in effect." explained Harry, "These rules about the Head of House was made by the Founders, and these cannot be altered or removed, as they protect the students rights. Just in case there was a problem between a Professor and student, the Head of House would be there to help the student should they need it."
"And why would you need to read the rule books for?" sneered Snape, "Just like your father, I bet you're planning to make trouble just like your father. Why else would you get so many books or the rules, no child would do such a thing."
"My father has been dead since before I was two sir, and have been brought up by my aunt and uncle all these years, and so I don't know what my father was like." Harry explained to the Potion Professor, "As they never talked about my parents, as they hated them. I don't know what your problem is with my father, but whatever he had done to you in the past, please don't take it out on me, as I'm not my father and you have no right to lay any blame for what he did to you on me."
"You're quite right Mr. Potter, but Professor Snape has a point. Why did you read so many rule books, if you're not going to create trouble." Professor McGonagall told Harry.
"I'm not going to confirm or deny I'm going to create problems, as I don't think you would believe me either way," Harry started to explain, "but I read them to protect myself. The people I know stated that I should read as many rule books for Hogwarts as I can, so that should I get myself into trouble, or someone is trying to blame me for something I haven't done, I would have some way to protect myself. Either way, it is late and after the day I have had, I would like to get to the point of why I'm here tonight, instead of with the other first year Gryffindors relaxing before going to bed."
Albus Dumbledore was not a happy Headmaster right now, he had thought that he and the other past Headmasters had gotten rid of all the old rule books. Some of the rules were removed because they made no sense now days, but the main reason was that they wanted an easier way to control the students when needed, for Harry to know the rules that he didn't want him to know, it made things more difficult. (Author's Note:Would like some ideas for school rules that could be altered by the Headmasters, so they could control the student and teacher body - but Harry could use.)
With Harry knowing the school rules the way he did, Albus knew he would have to move carefully now. For now though, he would have to keep on the subject and so he said, "Well Harry, it has came to our notice that your pet, a Tigran, was going to attack someone on a train if they hadn't left your compartment."
"Oh so Malfoy came to you when he couldn't bully me." Harry said with a sigh.
"How dare you lie Potter," sneered Snape, "Malfoy told us that you threatened him."
"Where is your proof that I did such a thing?" asked Harry, "If you must know he was the one that threatened me, by saying that I would end up the same way as my parents if I wasn't careful with who I hang around with. And when I told him he was acting like a Gryffindor instead of a Slytherin, he pulled out his wand at me and my new friends. So as my familiar, Aneira has the right to protect me if she thinks I'm threatened."
"Don't lie Potter," Snape said with a sneer, "Malfoy would not do such a thing, and you're not old enough to have a familiar."
"I understand that you might not believe that I have a familiar, but Professor McGonagall cast a spell before the Sorting, that confirmed that she was my familiar." Harry explained to the Potion Master, in which McGonagall confirmed this, "And as for me lying about what happened on the train, I'm willing to swear on my magic and give you the memory of what really happened."
This shocked the Professors, as Harry knew about swearing on his magic, and giving a memory of what happened on the train. Whilst McGonagall was glad that he knew a way to get out of trouble that the young Malfoy was trying to get him into. It would seem that young Potter was smarter than most Gryffindor's, as they would take the blame if needed and make Malfoy pay later. But Harry was defending himself, using reason and willing to back it up with magic.
But both Snape and Dumbledore were unhappy about this, as they wanted a way to put Harry under their thumbs, making him more controllable. This wasn't what they wanted, Harry being independent, powerful and smart enough to think for himself.
"So do I have to give you my oath and memory?" Harry asked as he hid a smirk.
"No, no, I think we can put this all down to a misunderstanding Harry, I think we can forget about all this." Dumbledore quickly backtracked, knowing he lost this round. "Minerva, why don't you take young Harry to the Gryffindor Tower. After all, it is getting late." Not only that but he needed to think of a way to get to Harry within the school rules.
"Of course, Headmaster." Minerva said, as she hid her own smile as she led Harry out of the room, as Snape and Dumbledore talked. It was nice to see the Headmaster not getting his way. Don't get her wrong, she considered Albus a friend, but as of late he was getting too big for his britches, as he believed he could do whatever he wanted to, as no one would tell him no. As much as she hated to admit, she was one of those who often gave him his own way. It was nice to see someone not doing so, but it was a shame it had to be a student who did so.
As they walked up to the seventh floor where the Gryffindor Tower was, Professor McGonagall said, "Whilst I applaud you for standing up for yourself, I ask you to be careful in the future. Whilst I didn't say anything back in the office, as you were in the right at that time, should you act such a way in the future again, I'll be forced to take action."
"With all due respect Professor, if you had taken action and defended me like you should have done, I would not have needed to." Harry explained respectfully, "Forgetting that you didn't know about the rules, you were going to leave me with two men who one seems to hate me for something, if I'm right, my father did to him years ago. And another man who seems to want to control me for some reason. What kind of person does that make you?"
"Now see here, Mr. Potter…" McGonagall began. But Harry interrupted her and said, "No you see here Professor, forgetting that you're my Head of House for the moment, you are Deputy Headmistress and you are meant to protect the school not only from students and professors, but also from the Headmaster's too. All you knew, I knew nothing about the rules or how things meant to run in Hogwarts and you were going to leave me to defend for myself. One would have to ask what kind of Deputy Headmistress that makes you, some might have to question your actions so far about Snape if half of the rumours about him are true. If they are, he shouldn't be even teaching students. Along with the History of Magic Professor, I have nothing against ghosts, mainly because I never met one before, but if he sends most people to sleep and keep on in the Goblin Wars, I don't understand why you haven't had him removed.
"I mean no disrespect to you or any of the professors, but you need to understand something. I've been forced to grow up and mature much sooner than others of my age, and so act in ways that someone my age shouldn't. For years I've had to stand up for myself, and be strong and rely on myself as I couldn't rely on any adults or anyone of my age. I can count on one hand and still have fingers to spare to how many people I respect and trust.
"Because of this, my attitude is blunt most of the time and often gets me into trouble. I'm willing to take my punishment for it, but I'm not backing down when I believe I am right, or if someone treats me unfairly. It would only make me look like I'm weak and easy to control. As long as I'm treated fairly and respectfully, I do the same to others. I don't go out and be blunt, I give people a chance, but if they go too far, then I'll have words with them - even if I get punished for it too. It is the way I lived for so long and I won't change for anyone."
McGonagall had no idea what to say to this, no student, more or less a first year had spoken to her like this before. But the thing was, Potter was right. She was the Deputy Headmistress, and it was her job to protect the students. And she was going to leave the new first year with two men she knew would try something with Harry Potter, not in a perverted way, but to try and gain control over him.
Not only was it her job to protect the students, but to make sure that the classes were up to standards too, which Potions and History of Magic weren't. But like always though, she had allowed herself, like many others, to be swayed by the Headmaster, who said it would be fine and she would believe it. Even though she knew that the teachers were two of the three worst teachers there.
She was sure what to do about Potter, on one hand she should punish him for the way he had talked to her, and he should learn that he couldn't get away with such things. But on the other hand he was a strong independent person, whilst she never meet someone like this, this young. But she knew the type, and knew that punishment wouldn't bother him that much. He was the type that would do whatever he thought was right, and would act in a way that would show he wasn't to be messed with. People would say and do things to point out what they suspect would happen and such.
She had to sigh at this, she knew the reason for Harry being like this. The bloody Dursleys. She knew that they were an awful family, but whatever happened with them, made the young boy grow faster than he should have. And act in a way that most adults do. But she knew that she was part of the reason for this, as if she just fought Dumbledore and kept Harry away from the Dursleys, he might not be like this. But she knew she couldn't say anything, as she didn't know how Harry would react to these news.
They climbed more staircases, yawning and dragging their feet, and Harry was just wondering how much farther they had to go when they came to a sudden halt.
A bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and as McGonagall yelled out, "Peeves - show yourself" And with a whisper to Harry she said, "He's a poltergeist."
A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, answered, as the sticks flew to one side.
"Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron or the Headmaster?" McGonagall called out.
There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross-legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks.
"Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Another ickle firstie! What fun!"
"Peeves behave or I'll call the Bloody Baron or the Headmaster if you don't leave." the Deputy Headmistress told the poltergeist.
Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished. The two of them heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armor as he passed.
"You want to watch out for Peeves," Harry's Head of House warned, "the only two who can control him is the Headmaster and the Bloody Baron, he won't even listen to the teachers or the prefects. He only wants to cause chaos within the school."
Without another word, the two carried on walking, and before long they got to the end of a corridor where a huge portrait hung, the portrait was of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she said.
"One moment Dawn." Gryffindor's Head of House told the portrait, then turning to Harry she said, "Mr. Potter whilst I may not agree with how you acted this evening, I can partly understand where you're coming from. But be warned should you keep acting like this, I will have to intervene."
"You have my word. I'll behave and give respect to the teachers, I've come here so that I can be a child instead of some grown up that I was forced to be." Harry explained to his Head of House, "But should I be pushed too far, or if I think that something isn't right, like my life is at risk, I will act. And should I get caught or earn the rightful punishment, I'll take it."
"That's fair enough…" McGonagall sighed, knowing this is the best that she could get from him, "One last thing before you go, about the magical vow you were going to use to prove your innocence."
"I shouldn't have done it," Harry said with a small smirk, "I know, I have been warned about the dangers of doing such a thing. The truth was it was in parts a bluff, if I could help it, I wasn't going to do it unless they forced me to. But the problem was that it looked like they were trying to get some sort of control over me, by blaming for something I didn't do and punishing me for it. All to try and get some sort control over me. So I used the vow and the permission for them to see my memory to get me out of trouble, I even challenged them to get Malfoy and have him do the same. And well, you saw the outcome of that."
McGonagall wasn't sure if Potter was in the right House, sure it took bravery to pull a plan of that caliber of, but it took cunning and smarts too. Potter could do well in either Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Either way, she was glad he was in her House, and with a sigh she said, "Anyway, to enter the Gryffindor Tower, you need to give Dawn a password that changes every so often. The password for now is Caput Draconis…" as she said this, the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. "I'll see you later Mr. Potter."
"Thank you Professor McGonagall, I'll see you in class." Harry said, as he walked through the hole, he found himself in the Gryffindor common room. The room itself was a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs and sofas, with tables around the room, and portraits on the walls and two bookshelves next to a warm fire.
It was empty other than a few students, who were relaxing before going to bed. One of these students was Percy Weasley, when he saw Harry said, "Ah Harry, I hope you're okay. So what did the Headmaster want from you?"
"Oh he wanted to talk to me about something that happened on the train, but it has been sorted now." Harry explained to the Prefect, "So where is Ember and Aneira?"
"Ember went to bed, and she took Aneira and her fox Vixen with her." Percy told Harry.
"Ah that's fine, I'll get Aneira in the morning, for now I would like to go wherever my room is." Harry said.
"Sure Harry, follow me." Percy told Harry, as he lead him to one of doors in the common room. The door lead to two staircases, one going up and one going down. Here Percy said, "Okay Harry, the stairs going down will lead you to where the first year dorms are for this year."
"What do you mean for this year?" Harry asked in interest.
"You see the dorm will be yours for the next seven years," the Prefect explained to the young Gryffindor, "and next year the dorm that was the seventh year will be the first year dorms"
"Oh I see, that makes sense," Harry said, "so is there anything I should know about the dorms?"
And here Percy explained about the dorms, telling Harry that the dorms had a small seating area for the students to relax in peace, before needing to go to bed for the night. It was where the students could go to do their homework instead in the common room, so that they wouldn't be disturbed. Then there was the bedrooms, there was between two to four people in each room, depending how many were sorted that year and who wants to share with who. So seeing that there is ten boys Sorted into Gryffindor this year, they would be at least two rooms with four people to a room and one room for two people.
Once Harry was told where to go, he went down the stairs to the first year dormitories were, where he found Ron playing chess with another redhead in the seating room - which was a smaller version of the common room upstairs. He had square styleless glasses, and if Harry remembered rightly, was name Antony Booth. Upon seeing Harry, Ron called out, "Harry over here."
"Hey Ron, Antony if I remember rightly." Harry greeted the two of them.
"Yes, but please call me Tony, everyone does," Tony said with a smile, "it is nice to meet you too. I would like to thank you for what you did earlier, you may not know it, but you saved my parent's life at Merlin's Station."
"It wasn't a problem Tony, I just did what was right," Harry half-lied, "but can you tell me who I'm sharing the room with and where the room is?"
"Oh you'll be sharing with us two and Neville Longbottom, and the room is over there." explained Tony, as he pointed over to a door.
"Thanks Tony," Harry said with a smile, "I'll see you later, just need to make a Lacrima call and I'll be going to sleep."
"Ok mate, we'll see you in the morning if you're asleep when we finished playing here." said Ron, as Harry went to their room as they bid each other goodnight.
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For the next half an hour, Harry made his Communications Lacrima call with Charlotte and Blink, talking about how things were back home and about the attack at Merlin's Station - nothing important that could be overheard. When they were finishing off their chat, Charlotte asked, "Is there anything else you need from us Harry?"
"Hmm, actually there is one more thing I do need," Harry said thoughtfully, "I want you to ask Bowser if he could dig up information about a professor here, his name is Severus Snape. I don't know why, but he seems to hate me for some strange reason, because of something my father did to him in the past. But I feel there's something more going on here, it could be he is pitty little bastard who can't get over whatever my father did to him, and so decided to take out his hate on me instead of letting it die with my father. But, it could be more to it, and so I would like Bowser to find out what he can about Snape."
"Of course Harry, I'll -" Charlotte began, when the three of them heard a loud bang somewhere near Harry, making Charlotte ask, "Harry? what was that?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out… just be ready should I call for backup, you two, Bowser and Syrio." Harry warned his friends as he closed the Lacrima, and ran out of his room, not seeing that Neville was awake too.
As he got out of his room, he saw smoke coming from upstairs, and so ran run into the common room, where he saw smoke coming from the girls staircases, and girls running up and down them as there was a loud sound that Harry suspected was the fire alarm. He saw people running out of the common room.
Upon seeing Hermione running down the staircase with Aneira and Vixen, Harry asked, "Hermione what's going on."
"It's Ember, something is going on with her." Hermione explained to Harry, "She was screaming from what I suspect was a nightmare, and the the gravity began playing up, and things began to explode."
Harry suspected that his new friend's power was to do with gravity, and if trained could be a useful to Harry in the future. But it would be for nothing should she die now, so picking up Aneira, he ran to the girls staircase when he heard Hermione shout out, "Harry! You can't go up to the girls staircase."
Hearing this, Harry visioned the top of the stairs and made a Jump, shocking those who were still there. Running where the smoke was coming from, he heard footsteps behind him, but he didn't take much notice of this right now. He had to help Ember first. Upon getting closer to the smoke, Harry had Aneira to put out any flames that they came across. But as soon as they got to where the smoke was, the gravity around the door was heavy that it was hard to stand up, so they had to stand at the edge of it all. Looking around the room the gravity was going crazy, and because of this it took Aneira a while to put out the fires within the room.
As she was doing this, Hermione and a few of the girls there came up behind him, and Hermione asked in shock, "Harry, how were you able to come within the girl's dormitory? You aren't supposed to be able to do that."
"I'll tell you later, for now we need to help Ember." Harry stated to the new female Gryffindor.
As he did this, and Aneira putting out the fires, they heard Ember shout out, "Please father, mother, I'm sorry I didn't mean to kill you… Adam, my brother it's not like that, I'm sorry…" and so many other things. It came to those that were there, that she blamed herself for the death of her family.
"It looks like she is having a nightmare about her parents death." Hermione said.
"But why is this happening?" asked one of the girls, behind them.
"Because of her magic is playing up," explained Harry, "it happened to me before. When I get real upset, and have nightmares, if I had a stressful day, my magic sometimes went haywire during a nightmare. And after what happened this morning, and starting a new day, it could be that it was too much for her."
"But if that's the case, how can we help her?" asked Hermione, "We need to do something before her magic gets out of hand."
"I don't know…" Harry admitted sadly, then a thought hit him, and pulled out his Communications Lacrima as he said, "Unless… Blink this is Harry, I need your help."
"Harry, what's wrong what was -" began Blink until she saw the girls behind her friend and master, "Who are the girls behind you?"
"There is no time to explain, how is your Telepathic powers coming along?" Harry asked urgently.
"Going slowly, I can only hear/see the thoughts if they are on the surface and they are strong thoughts." Blink explained to her friend.
"So could you read a person's mind who's having a nightmare?" asked Harry.
"I think so why?" Blink asked with interest.
"I need you to open a portal where I am, as we have a problem." Harry explained to his friend, "I have a new friend who's powers is out of control, and becoming a danger to herself and if something isn't done soon could be a danger for the school. I need to waken her, and I need your help."
Blink was in shock, she knew for a while now and knew he wouldn't do this for just anybody, and so had to wonder why this girl was important to Harry. But she knew better than to ask him with so many people around, and so she said, "I'll be there in a second Harry."
Before anyone could say anything a purple portal opened up next to Harry, and the girls saw a purple skinned girl walking out of the portal. Just as she appeared, Harry heard from behind them, "What is going on here? How did you get up here Mr. Potter, and who is this girl?"
"Sorry Professor, haven't got time to explain, as Ember and maybe the school might be in danger." explained Harry.
But before anything could be said, the gravity from Ember's room moved outwards, forcing the people in the doorway to move backwards. "Professor, Ember is a Mystic that uses gravity, and if we leave her be, she could destroy half the tower before she wakes, maybe a part of the castle." Harry explained to his Head of House, "So would you like to call the Mystic Knights, in doing risking her powers getting more out of control and doing more damage as we wait, or would you like me to try and help her?"
Minerva McGonagall was in two minds, on one hand she didn't want to put any of her cubs into danger, it was the job of the adults to look after the kids. But at the same time Potter was right, if they waited, the young girl could become worse and should they wait, young Ember could become a danger not only to herself but to the castle too.
"Do you think you can stop this?" McGonagall asked her young cub, his answer decide what she would do next.
"Whilst this is a quick plan, I do have an idea that might work, but we have to work fast though." Harry explained to McGonagall, "And I'll need Blink's help, which is why she is here for."
"Against my better judgement. Fine you two can try and help her, but the rest of the girls need to go." explained McGonagall.
"I don't like the idea but I think they should stay." Harry began to say with a sigh, and quickly went on to say as his Head of House about to say something, "I know it is dangerous and if things get out of hand they should leave, but they might be able to help out here. If I can wake her up and Ember sees that people are in danger because of her, she might stop her powers by herself. But if I can't they can leave and I'll knock her out, but I would prefer it if she stops her powers herself, as I don't know what would happen if I try and knock her out. All I know is that if I try and knock her out, her magic would react and make things worse, thinking that I'm trying to harm her."
As much as Minerva hated the thought of risking her cub's lives, she could see where Harry was coming from though. She had heard of stories like this if people tried to attack the sleeping person, Magic User's would try and defend their master and so making things a lot worse than needed to be. The best way was for Ember to stop her own attacks by herself. With a defeated sigh she admitted defeat, "Fine, but the moment things get out of hand all of us leave and I'll call the Mystic Knights to deal with this."
"That's fine, Blink can even help you to get to them faster should things go bad." Harry told his Head of House, then turning to his friend he said, "Ok Blink, time to see if you can get into Ember's mind from here."
Blink didn't say anything, instead she walked as close as she could until the gravity started to affect her, before she used her powers. At first she wasn't able to do so, but with some encouragement and tips from from Harry, she was able to get into Ember's mind. She saw her as a five year old, and her family home was broken into and out of fear her powers went out of control and killed everyone apart for herself. Than each of her family blamed her for their death.
Pulling herself from Ember's mind, she told Harry what happened, and after a few seconds thought he said, "Blink, can you picture the father clearly?"
"I think so why?" asked Blink.
"I want you to get a clear picture of him and his voice, and whatever you could get from Ember about him, and push it into my mind." Harry explained to his friend.
"But Harry, I never done that before." Blink told her friend.
"I know you can do it," Harry told his friend, "just do what you do to read minds, but instead of trying to get info out of the minds, just think of pushing the information into mine. I know you can do it, just believe in yourself. Just remember my belief is about doing magic, if you can imagine and believe you can do it, and if you try hard enough you can do anything with training as long as it isn't dangerous."
Blink sighed and took a breath, she knew that her friend and boss was right, the big part of a Mystic was imagination and believing you can do it as long it wasn't dangerous. So taking another breath, she brought up everything she could about Ember's father, and tried to push it into Harry's mind. It took a few tries, but after the sixth attempt she was able to push the information into her friend's mind.
Once Harry got the information he needed, Harry turned to the girls and his professor and said, "Whatever happens next do not say anything until either it gets too dangerous or this is all over."
"What are you going to do Mr. Potter? You never said what you're planning." The Head of Gryffindor asked Harry.
"Oh I'm going to do this!" was all Harry said has he transformed into Ember's father, who was six foot tall, with blonde hair, brown like eyes and a beard. When Harry next talked, his voice was deep and more adult like, "Remember whatever happens don't say anything, especially my name, unless I signal you to do so, or things could go much worse a lot faster then any of you wanted."
The girls were a bit shocked at what Harry did, but Minerva had a rough idea as to what Harry was planning to do: awake Ember up as her father, and slowly calming her down telling her things that she needed to hear. She was shocked that Harry had powers like a Metamorphmagus, but unlike a Metamorphmagus who needed to keep within their own size and weight by a few inches and pound, it would seem Harry was able to become a few feet. McGonagall had to wonder what else Harry was able to do with this skill.
Before she could think more about this, she saw Harry up at the door and he shouted out, "Ember, my little flame, wake up dear, it's me your father, your fireman, I need you to wake up."
It took a few tries calling out to Ember before she woke up, and upon seeing her father, she said, "Daddy is that you but how? You meant to be dead, I killed you."
"My little flame, your mother, brother, sister and I don't blame you dear," Harry told Ember softly as he walked close to her as he felt the gravity around him become normal, "we know it was an accident and we don't blame you dear. Our house was broken into and you were afraid, and your magic acted to protect you."
"B-But I killed you all." Ember sobbed into her 'father's shoulder.
"You're not to blame for our deaths, you had no control at the time," Harry informed Ember, holding her her as she sobbed, "but now you have control of your magic and stop it. In doing you can save lives here."
"What do you mean daddy?" Ember asked her 'father.'
"Look around you Ember," Harry said as he waved his hand over the room, showing Ember the damage she was causing, "you might not been able to do stop what happened all those years ago, but you can do something now."
When Ember looked round, she was shocked to see the damage that she had caused with her power going out of control, and in the doorway were a few of the girls within the Gryffindor Tower, with Professor McGonagall standing there. They were looking at her in shock, fear and awe. More tears came down Ember's face as she saw this, this wasn't what she wanted. She wanted a new start, one where she could start anew and forget about the past, to make friends and find somewhere she could belong.
At an early age Ember and her family knew that she had powers, thanks to a family friend who was a Mystic who explained the strange going ons around Ember. But seeing that Ember was still young, they decided they would give her comics and watch TV to decide what powers she would like to learn. The family started Ember off with X-Men Comics and a comic they enjoy called, Samurai Deeper Kyo. After some reading Ember got interested in the power of gravity, whilst it wasn't the most powerful of attacks out there, it would, once she learnt some control, the chance to stop people movingso she could make a run for it should she need to. She didn't want to learn to fight, or anything like that, she only wanted to learn enough to defend herself and her family.
But a few months after her sixth birthday though, Ember's home was broken into at dead of night whilst everyone was asleep. Ember never found out who broke into her family home or why, but the night would forever be engraved into her mind, as it was the night her parents and her brother and sister were killed. When whoever the person broke into her home done so, she had just woken up from a nightmare as it was. When she heard movement and sound out of her room, her powers overreacted and took on a life of its own and accidentally destroying the home, and killing those within the house other than Ember herself.
Because she blamed herself for her family's death, she ran away from her life and for the next few years lived away from people in the fear she would hurt them. During that time she lived in many woods, in one of the woods she found a baby fox, which Ember found among the dead bodies of it's family. She named the cub Vixen. Over the years Ember and Vixen travelled the lands, stealing food when begging wouldn't work. It was thanks to Vixen that Ember kept somewhat sane and managed to control her powers. Other than learning to control gravity, Ember learned about clairvoyance, the ability to find anything or anyone she wanted, she got the idea after seeing Molly Walker from the show Heroes.
Ember eventually came back into society, when a small man by the name of Professor Filius Flitwick found her. He himself was on holiday when he found her, as she was practicing her gravity powers. Seeing her doing magic, the Professor informed her about the magical world and Hogwarts, and invited her to Hogwarts saying it would be a new start and learning to control her powers. Seeing that this was what she wanted, Ember agreed to come to Hogwarts.
But as Ember looked around now, she saw her powers were going out of control once again, not as bad as before, but she knew if she didn't do anything now it could get worse. She then heard her 'father' say to her, "Listen I know you had a hard day, and every right to lose of control, but now you need to regain your powers before anymore damage is done."
"Yes daddy, you're right." sobbed Ember, knowing that her 'father' was right.
"Listen dear, know that you have friends now and don't have to be afraid anymore." Harry said as he felt the gravity returning to normal, than casting a sleeping spell on Ember, he whispered to her as he cast a small Confundus Charm to make her trust what he was about to say , "Sleep well my dear, know that our deaths weren't your fault. You were young and unable to control your powers. If you need help in controlling your powers and get stronger, talk to your new friend Harry Potter, he'll help you with that. He'll help you and protect you as long as you are of use to him."
That was as far as he got to say as Ember fell asleep, and with that the girls and Professor McGonagall entered the room. And McGonagall said, "Mr. Potter thank you, without you I don't know what would have happened. I think that the right thing should be ten points for coming into the girl's dorm, but thirty points for helping with Miss Veil. Now I think I should take take her to the Hospital Wing to make sure she is ok, and no lasting damage."
"May I come with you please?" Harry asked with concern.
"Why is that Mr. Potter?" asked his Head of House.
"I've had the kind of nightmare that Ember had before," Harry explained to McGonagall, as he recalled his own dealings with his own nightmares, "and it would help her when she wakes up if someone she knows and trusts was nearby to comfort her. As not only will she be upset at what happened, but she'll be in an unknown area that she hasn't been to yet and so her magic might react again and this time much worse."
McGonagall and the girls were shocked to hear that the Boy-Who-Lived had such nightmares to have his magic effect in such a way like Miss Veil's did, but then again it shouldn't be too surprising seeing how his parents were killed. So to have someone who have been through the same thing as Miss Veil, nightmare wise, might help her get better so that she wouldn't have more in the future, and it might stop her reacting badly being in a strange area like Mr. Potter said. So with a warm smile she said, "In that case Mr. Potter you may come."
And so with that the two of them left the girl's dormitory, and headed off to the Hospital Wing where the two new Gryffindor's spent the night.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Note: Here ends the fourth part of the new saga of The Blood Stone Saga, I would like to thank you for reading it, and I hope that you enjoyed the chapter. I would love to get any ideas and suggestions you might have. I'll admit in parts I am not happy with, but I think I got want I wanted out of this chapter. If you don't like the story… don't bother about leaving a hate review… if it doesn't affect me or how I will be writing in the future, then I'm not interested. If you feel that there needs to be a little improvement then please point that out to me and any suggestions on how to make the story better. I'm also after ideas for what should happen in the first year, so I hope you'll help me out there.
I'm also still looking for ideas for pranks, and I hope you can help with this as I'm wanting a few magical and non-magical ones. Please help me out here, as I'm after some ideas and would like to use some of them soon. I'm now looking for a prank that the Weasley Twins could pull on Harry first, as it'll start off a prank war between the three of them, any ideas please let me know.
Seeing that so many are against the idea of the Confundus Charm, I would like ideas of how Harry's friends become Dark and join him. Any and all ideas are welcomed.
I was wondering, how would you feel if I brought the three Slytherins who befriend Harry in his second year sooner, within the first year? If you like the idea I'll do it, if not I'll leave it until second year.
Another thing is people are complaining that Harry has had it too easy with things, like how his underground club had it too easy and that. So I would like to ask you what sort of problems should Harry run into now? I love to hear what you lot may come up with.
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Next time on Rise of Overlord Vulcan: In the next chapter, we'll see Harry's first week at Hogwarts, which is mostly done but planning to add things to it to make it longer and add details about the new things that I have added so far. This'll take some time, as good news to you who like Animagus Mishap, as I'm planning to write one or two chapters for this story.