Harry Potter: Return of the Death Walker

by WhiteDevilMGN

After a thousand Years of death and isolation Harry Potter will perform a ritual on his search of peace and slumber only to return back to when it all began. With knowledge and experience no ten year old should possess and his memories in a jumble Harry must ready himself and the world for the War that is to come. Further plot to be detailed inside. Lemon Multi:Harry

8. Chapter 8 :: A Troll Against Magic

At the advice of a reviewer, thank you David305, I am interested in anyone more grammar and/or spellcheck savvy then I too beta my writings. If anyone out there is interested in Beta testing this story, please PM me. With that said, Enjoy chapter 8.

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Book I :: Chapter 8 :: A Troll against Magic

Harry and Oliver Wood stepped out into the vacant and open courtyard. Between them the two carried a large wooden chest. Beneath his hands Harry felt the box shake violently every so often which sparked a bit of curiosity and caution within him. At the same time, he rationalized that everything was fine since Wood appeared to simply ignore the frequent shaking because wasn't worried or because he was used to it. Whatever the reason it left Harry intrigued and curious as to its contents.

Sure, Harry assumed the contents were related to Quidditch all things considered, and yes, he assumed that the culprits for the shaking were two bludgers, but as with all things Harry didn't disregard caution just because of an assumption.

"I must admit Harry, on top of being the youngest Seeker in a century, I do believe you are the first Team member of a house team to have ever been from another House." Wood declared as he walked Harry down to the pitch.

"Are you complaining?" Harry asked to which Wood laughed.

"Not in the slightest. After seeing what you were capable of, I'm all for it. With you on the team, we're a sure win for the Cup. You better hope that we don't catch you sneaking our secrets to the Slytherin's team." Wood warned with a slight glint in his eye.

"Only when you're not looking" Harry teased which earned him a sharp glare from Wood. Harry was taken aback. The Scotsman who's big and burly presence gained a maniacal and down right sinister gaze the moment Harry made his joke. The commanding and respectable presence instantly vanished in place of one that promised a great deal of pain if Harry followed through with his joke.

"I'm joking. Sorry, bad joke I know." Harry quickly replied pulling away from the young man as far as the carried chest would allow him. Wood was great guy and all but apparently joking about Quidditch would result in playing with a landmine.

At Harry's word, Wood seemed to ease up a bit and calm down. "Let's keep it that way. None of our members know you're on the team yet and I'd hate to have to second guess McGonagall's opinion. I want to show them what you can do before they see who you are, so they are more accepting of this whole deal." He said while waving his free hand in the air passively. Damage control you know." Wood stated as they walked.

Harry nodded, keeping a firm grip on the Nimbus 2000 that McGonagall was kind enough to purchase for him. It was a welcome change to the old broom he had demonstrated his skills on the night before. Harry grinned at the looks on McGonagall and Wood's faces after he had landed on the ground. Flying was Harry's passion, even the bloody battlefields and dogfights he had endured on broomstick did nothing to diminish his love of flight. It was one of Harry's guilty pleasures. As blood and bodies fell from the sky, Harry couldn't stop his love from sneaking up on him. Even as spells, bullets, and missiles flew past him and be responded with in kind, Harry couldn't help but fall into a trance in the midst of flight.

As for the Nimbus 2000 McGonagall said that if he made the team, he wouldn't have to repay her for the purchased broom that she had made the night before.

Somehow, Harry felt like she was trying to bribe...er, motivate him to completely dominate the other teams, Slytherin in particular. Between the Professor, Wood, and the students in general Harry was starting to pick up that there was a considerably deep rivalry between the two houses. And considering how friendly his house was to him he had no quarrels doing just that. It worked out in his favor considering the nature of the rivalry was anything but healthy. If Harry was going to change the fate of his house and how they portrayed themselves, he was first going to have to make them an out. As it was the status quo was if you're not with us you're against us and that wasn't going to cut it. Harry had scene too many battles were needless suffering and death resulted because of a purely two-party system. Harry planned to make a third party within his house, one in which not being a cold-hearted child in fear of your classmates was allowed in Slytherin. This would be Harry's first declaration of war, a declaration that would fall flat if he didn't convince the team he was worthy to join.

Stepping onto the Quidditch field Wood told Harry to keep his hood over his head and try not to appear suspicious. Harry laughed at that seeing as his hood made him look suspicious regardless of what he tried to do. The two laughed and Harry had Oliver cast a misdirection spell on his hood, one that would make his face hidden from observers until the hood was removed. Harry also ended up casting a simple sticking charm to the interior so it would fall off accidentally while flying.

Throwing over the hood once he was done, Harry mounted his broom and leisurely relaxed in midair waiting for the signal to start his demonstration. Harry laid back on his broom his hands cupping his head from the hardwood of the broom handle. The rest of the team would be there soon but even, so the wait was taunting to him. He wanted to fly, to be freed. He was stuck waiting until the call was give and Harry had to bite down hard on his desire to fly. He had to hold out just long enough for Oliver to release his chain. Harry tried to focus on the tryout itself, repeating it in his head but was too simple to stimulate a distraction. The Snitch would be released, Wood shouts, Harry takes off, dodge the obstacles, bludgers and or other flyers Wood didn't specify, catch snitch, rinse and repeat, show off as much skill as possible. That last bit pretty much meant Harry was given free rule on how he flew and that was tantalizing to Harry. He wanted to let go…

Looking over at Wood, Harry waited passively on his broom. It didn't even feel like he was floating. His body felt completely at easy on his broom and in perfect control. If anything, it fell sluggish and a bit slow. Harry began to wonder, and a thought seemed that he could chew on gained traction in his mind. Did he somehow gain the muscle memory along with the memories of his future self, if so, how much of his memories were purely magically recalled and how many of them were physically recalled. Were his memories transferred in the form of magic or was his brain, his actual memories, transferred into this body by the ritual. The latter could explain a lot of what was happening to him plus it also opened another possibility. If the later was true, then not only did Harry regain his memories but in all likelihood, Harry retained all the skills and motions he gained from years of combat as well as his muscle memory in regard to flying.

Before he could explore this appetizing thought a whistle sounded and all thoughts died as Harry sprang into action. The leash was dropped, the chain freed, and Harry was already let loose.

oOoOoOo

"Not bad" one of the Weasley twins said.

"Is that a Nimbus 2000? Pretty nice broom." the other twin said. The both of them much like the rest of their team were in full Quidditch uniforms. Bright red stood out brightly in the overcast sky as the yellow interior lining hugged their owners tightly. Tan colored pants stood out from underneath the robes billowing tail end as their armored leather gauntlets and shin guards protected their extremities. Normally they wouldn't have dressed up like this, but Wood had ordered them to look their finest and meanest for the unveiling of this new team member. It sparked a lot of the team's members curiosity as not only did Wood call a mandatory emergency meeting but also refused to tell them who the secret potential member was.

"They look pretty small. A first year Wood?" Angelina Johnson asked. The tall dark-skinned witch stood proudly within her uniform as her chestnut eyes followed Harry's movements with an inquisitive glare. She had to raise her hand to her ponytail as the wind blowing at ground level kept flicking her back with its black locks.

"Who cares, look at that turn. At that speed the broom should have snapped in half." Alicia Spinnet shouted out impressed at the handling she was seeing. "Whoever's up there has to have some real experience on a broom."

"Forget that, Alicia, He's already caught the snitch." Fred stated mockingly as he turned to his fellow teammate. Alicia Spinnet's dark skin and similarly brown eyes were half way towards Fred, ready to mock him but stopped as she stared dumbfoundedly at the boy on the broom. She had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn't losing it. It hadn't even been a minute since the whistle blow.

Alicia looked doubtful. "How? When!" she shouted.

"When he was dodging that bludger. Caught the snitch in mid turn." George clarified. "Thought he was doing a Sloth Grip Roll until I noticed his one and stretching forward behind the bugger. Look," he stated point towards Harry's hand. "Snitch is firmly in his hand.

"It hasn't even been a minute since he took off." Katie Bell said in disbelief. Her eyes much like the rest of the team didn't leave his small frame. Once he was at eye level Harry showed Oliver the snitched and when he nodded Harry let go. Fred and George bent themselves at odd angles as they attempted to see if they could identify who was under the hood.

Harry remained aloof of their shenanigans. Harry was still on his broom, firmly grasping it as his heart pounded in his chest. He was easing himself into it, slowly adapting to the limits of the broom beneath him. He had a solid idea as to the limits it had now. Harry felt his palms sweat as his anticipation of the next subsequent flight skyrocketed in him imagination. He was going to push it now. The broom still felt sluggish to him, slow and unresponsive to his whims, but Harry ignored these minor annoyances.

Releasing the snitched in front of them Harry sat their motionless, unmoving. His clammy hands firmly around the broom handle. Harry could feel his breath slowing as he focused on the goal, the small flash of gold in the sky. In the background somewhere a whistle sounded for a second time and Harry shot off the instant it sounded. From zero to one fifty harry stayed motionless, one with his broom as the mahogany handle split the sky apart. One-hundred feet, two-hundred, three hundred feet. When Harry hit four hundred feet from the ground he spun on a dime and dove straight down. The wind screeched voicelessly past Harry's ears, his eyes sharp and motionless. Even as he dove, in Harry's peripheral he spotted the speck of gold. Three hundred feet, he ignored the snitch. Two-hundred feet, Harry's heart slowed, his clammy palms no longer sweaty held firmly on the mahogany wood. Twenty feet, Harry leapt up and with his legs pushed down on the tail end. Two feet off the ground the tail of straight, neat twigs skimmed the wet with morning dew before shooting off into the sky once more. Harry's sights now firmly on the sputtering gold snitch that bobbled of near the goal posts. The sudden maneuver and control Harry displayed left Oliver practically drool with excitement.

The Gryffindor team had barely collected their jaws from the ground when Harry again caught the snitch as it sought to escape away from the crimson speeding bullet. It failed as Harry dove straight through the tallest goal post in a corkscrew spin, catching the snitch as it hovered just within in ring his hand missing the firm wooden frame of the goal by inches. The adrenaline pumping in Harry was now palpable. Harry's heart beating at a record high, his instincts refined and once again sharpened to a razors edge. Yes, this was the rush Harry longed for, a rush that battle alone could never bring him. That feeling of life and freedom, that risk and high he got from flying, this was it. How he missed this feeling.

Katie shrieked in a shrill voice of excitement. "Did you see that!?" she screamed as she bounced on the balls of her feet. She looked torn between terrified and thrilled, her eyes wide as dinner plates a sharp contrast to the eagerness in her step. "A single mishap and they'd have lost their arm."

"Kid has Merlin sized Quaffles, that's for sure." Fred declared as he held his brothers jaw closed. Both were hunched over in shock and Fred had to admit that the kid, whoever it was, at a solid pair.

Angelina looked at Wood, she wasn't as shocked or dumbfounded as the others but instead was looking at him with inquisitive eyes that didn't seem to believe what she saw. "Wood did you see the angle he flew at into the hoop?"

Wood nodded having noticing what she saw. "He flew as if he was avoiding a Keeper. If I was up there it would have been a perfectly executed evasion and catch. His assent angle and entry wouldn't have even blocked my line of sight too."

Angelina shook her head, "That's not something an amateur could pull off. Who is that up there? Gryffindor doesn't have anyone first years that good. They're not really an amateur, are they?" she asked skeptical of everything she had seen and heard so far.

Wood merely grinned. "Believe it or not he is. From what McGonagall has told me this is the second time that kid's been on a broom."

"WHAT!?" the entire team shouted. Every member stared at Wood in disbelief with the exception of Fred and George who were look at the new seeker as if he was Godric's gift to them. They couldn't believe what they just heard. If true, then the kid was insane. Never been on a broom and already capable of stunts like that. It was like trying to fish a minnow and stumbling on a whale.

"This kid is a genius." Fred shouted happily.

"A bloody natural he is." George agreed with equal enthusiasm.

"I guess you all agree then? He's on the team?" Wood asked. Everyone nodded. After what they had just witnessed anyone that skilled was an out right asset for the team. Even more so since they currently lacked a seeker.

"In that case, we have one more surprise for you." Wood told them. Blowing his whistle twice he summoned Harry down. Harry's eyes which were now laser locked with the snitch, awoke from their trance, his pupils dilating as he recognized the call. Turning curiously towards the group he wondered if something was wrong. Wood was waving at him with large circular movements and a thumbs up. Harry cursed a little under his breath. He was on the team. That was a good thing, but he wanted to fly around for a little longer. Lazily Harry slowed down and brought his broom into a slow decent. When he was a foot from the ground in front of them Harry kicked the broom out from him, so it spun in his hand onto his shoulder as his feet touch landed on the ground seamlessly. Their looks were priceless, and Harry held back a laugh, he'd have to kick that habit or at least tone it down a bit. Feet firmly planted in front of them Harry removed his hood and grinned madly as he greeted the rest of the team.

"Sup." The lack luster hand wave and shoulder mounted broom had left Oliver in stiches to the side.

The unveiling had left the entire team struck by stunners. Harry gave Wood a low five when he held out his hand. The twins where the first to regain a semblance of cognitive function upon seeing this. Their twisted and evil minds, which had years of experience quickly realized two things. First, they now had the best flyer the school had ever seen, and secondly…

"George?"

"Yes Fred."

"I believe we have just been pranked."

"I believe we've been more than pranked, dear brother."

The two grinned at each other. For the first time in existence the twins respected a Slytherin. In the castle Ron Weasley felt a shivered course down his spine.

As Wood proceeded to inform the team that their new secret weapon was to remain just that, a secret, he informed Harry he was good to go. As Harry made to leave Wood additionally informed him that he was on the team, free to go, and to keep his feet on the ground and as far from the sky as possible. As he left the pitch the added shout to remember that the walls had ears reached Harry and with a wave Harry gave his silent confirmation as he headed to his next class. Harry knew exactly what Wood meant even if Wood himself didn't know that half of it. The walls after all were not the only things at Hogwarts that had ears.

While the team remained standing on the field Harry changed and rushed back to his dormitory to get his books, broom in hand. Even as he rushed to make it in time, Harry was already missing the rush that his broom gave him. The sudden loss of adrenaline and danger left Harry feeling three times heaver then he actually was. He felt hollow inside and was eager for the next fix that his broom so deliciously guaranteed and delivered.

As he turned the corner Malfoy ran up from behind him and grabbed the broom from Harry's hands. On top of the withdrawn feeling, Harry was caught flatfooted as Malfoy caught Harry completely off guard. The two had not seen the other but in his adrenalin decline, Malfoy managed to acquire the initiative over Harry.

"Stealing a broom Potter? Ignorant fool," Malfoy mocked, his smile showing off his white teach which only made his sneer worse to look at. "They'll have you expelled for possession of a broom and stealing." Malfoy sneered a little too happily, turning on his heel and racing down the hall. It took Harry a micro second to register what happened but found his body sluggish to response. Even as Harry pushed him muscles to move, they for a moment locked up and limited his movements. He really had to get more excursive in his body was this far gone from what he wanted it to be.

Rushing down the hall after Malfoy, the blonde pounce upon spotting a Professor called out loudly to him the moment they turned the corner "Professor! I just caught Harry stealing a broom!" Draco shouted quickly before Harry could respond, each syllable ringing out with overjoyed tones.

Professor Flitwick, the diminutive professor that he was, having turned to corner jumped nearly a foot in shock at Malfoy's sudden and loud call. Looking up to see what the matter was he saw Malfoy and the broom and was about to ask again what happened until he spotted Harry not far behind. Upon see the broom the well-liked Professor quickly caught on to the actual situation.

Malfoy handed the broom to the Professor, his smile an inch from severing his face apart. "I caught Potter stealing this Broom Professor and-"

"Oh my! A Nimbus, Mr. Potter." The professor squeaked cutting Malfoy off in surprise. Malfoy was caught off guard this time as he stared blackly at the Professor in confusion. "You must have made quite an impression." the elfin professor squeaked. Both boys' where left befuddled but Harry realized the dwarfish professor had been informed.

"Um. Yes Professor. I guess I did."

The professor was practically beaming at Harry when he turned to look at Draco. "No worries, Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Potter here has received permission to have his own broom. I hardly doubt Hogwarts could afford to own a Nimbus 2000 as it is." Handing the broom back to Harry he said with pride and confidence in his words, "I look forward to seeing your talents first hand Mr. Potter. Minerva was downright impressed if I heard her correctly."

Harry smiled, "You'll see it firsthand sir. It'll be the prank of the century I can tell you that." Harry said with no short measure of wit.

Rushing off Harry watched as Malfoy's faced went ashen red with rage. Envy etched into every orifice of his face. The boy looked like a bad potions victim which wasn't unusual given who taught the class. Internally Malfoy fumed at Potter's lack of punishment. That frustration grew more when he realized he had permission to own a broom. It was bad enough the boy was famous and had overshadowed his own sorting into Slytherin, something he was proud of, but had even upset the order within the house. Several of the seniors by influence of his father told him of the Slytherin tradition every Slytherin undertook, the right of passage if you will. He had been so eager to prove himself and potter ruined everything on his first night.

The disturbance Harry's door made and the fact he couldn't enter his targets room only mocked and ridiculed him in the eyes of his fellow snakes that stood in league with him. He succeeded in proving himself a leader the next night when he successfully led the charge again, but again the wards around Harry's door seemed to berate him as the lesser individual as they repelled the upper years with ease.

Sure, he completed the right, but Harry had proven to those involved that he was better then them with his protections. It was an act of defiance that left a stain on his name and that stain only grew to fester into a hatred. Then his chance came, falling right into his hands, and as if to mock him further his broom which first years weren't allowed to own was permitted for him and once again Harry was left the image of a untouchable while Malfoy stood a laughing stock in his mind.

Harry left Malfoy in his dust with his broom still in hand, uninterested and unknowing of the turmoil in Draco's mind. While he'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried about Malfoy spreading rumors about his broom, he wasn't concerned that those rumors would expose his new position. After all no one would speculate that he was the Gryffindor's new Seeker. Even with the broom spoken freely within the rumor mill given the reputation of Slytherin and Gryffindor to anyone in the school it would be completely outlandish to think it was possible. Even McGonagall had to double check when he suggested he join her house's team.

Rounding the corner Harry bumped into Hermione. Swearing under his breath Harry wondered what was up with him. Twice he was caught off guard and twice he bumped into someone.

"Sorry, was in a rush." Harry apologized shaking his head as to bat away his micro concussion. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see Hermione completely ruffled on the ground. Her skirt and shirt were askew, and her robe, while buckled, laid sprawled wide open at its ends. She lay there equally dazed and on the ground he was. A quick glance down showed a flash of fleshy pink under her skirt. Harry had to blink twice at that. "Huh?" he thought, a small smile returning to his face, "That liar, fifth year my foot."

Standing up Harry offered her his hand. For a few seconds she seemed confused, even hesitant, to accept it before she eventually made a decision and took it. Pulling her up when he let go Harry watched as she straightened herself out. Spotting his broom Harry picked it up and relaying his eyes with hers spotted a few of emotions cross her face. Regret, longing, remorse, and most prevalent suspicion and skepticism. Harry knew Hermione wasn't superstitious, but he could have sworn he saw a look of superstition as well.

To his surprise she turned her nose at him. "Is that your reward for breaking the rules?" She said with not measure of warmth in her voice of look. Harry gawked at her unsure what to say in response. His mind stuttered in shock. The imaged of several individuals of red and gold encircle her, his presence in the distance a look of intent in her eyes. The rumors of a how evil and manipulative Slytherins are echoed in her mind in repeated verse mimed by the nasally tones of Dean, Sheamus, Lavender, and Ron.

Rushing off she left a befuddled Harry standing alone in the corridor, not waiting for his answer. Harry stood still, his broom at his side. A smile slowly replaced the look of confusion on his face. So that's what it is.

oOoOoOo

Harry sluggishly dragged himself to his Charms class. His magic felt heavy, stagnant even that particular morning.

Between worrying over his magic, his desire to learn magic, his sudden tiredness after his recent exorcise practices, and this strange aching weight in his chest, Harry was being to feel crushed under the weight of his problems. More so because he had no answers as to how to solve them.

On the up side, it would soon be Monday and he would finally have some answers at least in regard to his magic. It did suck however. His meeting with Madam Pomfrey had to be postponed because as she put it 'reasons' had come up. Now Harry instead of having the meeting that Monday had to wait for Friday, tomorrow, the day after Halloween. Harry couldn't help but mocking wonder how that decision could possible not go wrong. Worse still on top of all these problems he now had to deal with regarding his magic was, on Halloween of all days, their first charms class involving casting magic. Once more, Harry thought, what could possibly go wrong?

Entering the miniature amphitheater like room Harry took a seat in the middle isle. The room was about half way filled, a shocker considering Harry's usual arrived first thanks to his knowledge of the school. Today was different and didn't help him in any way. Both emotionally, magically, and physically drained Harry wasn't up for much of anything.

As he sat down, he was surprised when the same girl from his Potions class last time – the blonde who sat next to him and didn't jump at Snape's comments – deliberately changed her seat to sit next to him. Glancing at her she didn't so much give him a glance. Harry really wasn't sure what to make of it but was pleased all the same.

Taking note of her body's posture and attitude he realized while she had the same cold and distant mask on, she herself was eager to sit next to him. Her pose shifted almost unnoticeably from one of caution to one of ease.

"Weird..." Harry thought. He hadn't expected anyone to open up to his camp so early. Especially not when he had yet to find a good time to emotionally shock them out of their status quo mindsets. Normally the Slytherin's either tried to bully him or simply ignored him, keeping their distance. And since Charms was a mixed class with all first year's present, it was an out of the ordinary situation. Normally he'd be with a raven or puff. For a Slytherin to willingly chose of their own will to sit with him, well that was a welcome sight for Harry.

A sudden ache in his chest reminded Harry to focus on his more pressing issue. Trying to calm himself down Harry focused on circulating his magic, first into his arm then his wand and back. It did wonders but not enough to ease the feeling. Harry wondered if his magic was just eager to be used.

They were going to learn their first charm in class today after months of theory and wand waving basics. Harry wondered if his current frustration was born of his strenuous exercises and his magic's eagerness to be put to use. It would explain why the pressure lessened when her performed with his wand. Looking around Harry could see the excited looks on everyone's faces. Neville looked like he was going to pee himself. The poor kid certainly didn't get a break that was for sure. Then there was that wand, the wand he used while he couldn't identify the core, just didn't seem like a match. Neville to Harry seemed more like a Cherry or English Oak. His current Apple just didn't match what his experience suggested. Then again, he was no expert and didn't know what core it held.

Unbeknownst to Harry while he focused on Neville, Hermione was staring at him with a look of confusion on her face. She had seen the look of pain on Harry's face when last they met, and she wondered if she had really hurt him with her words. Her house had convinced her that all Slytherins followed the dark path and told her not to associate with them. And much to their words, time and again Harry portrayed odd and suspicious behavior. While none of it was definitive or proved Harry as evil, Hermione still held suspicions which left her torn between her house and the closest thing to a friend she had. While she herself wasn't even sure if they were friends, second guessing his words on the train thanks to Dean's words to her, she also didn't want to lose a chance to be accepted by her house.

That naturally didn't work out for her as her old habits distanced everyone away from her. AS if to shoot herself in the foot further on top of distancing herself from Harry, Hermione's skeptical thoughts gained the evidence it desired when Harry attacked Professor Snape.

IT was then that everything went downhill. The last few weeks ostracized her even further as her nagging habit that popped up when she tried to help others, made them all hate her. Now because of her pride - or rather in self-reflection - her own foolishness she had possible, maybe even irreversible, ruined the one chance at having a friend in the school. Even as she regretted the decision to listen to her house mates, she wished for a chance to make everything right.

She was always a by the book's girl. The rules were there to keep people safe. She herself learned this first hand when as a child she disobeyed her mum and played with the dentist's chairs drill. While she didn't get seriously hurt, she cried a lot as her mum raced in and helped untangle the device form her hair.

Even if it always resulted in her being friendless, she didn't think that was wrong of her to be that way. No the rules weren't at fault, it was who she was. After all who would want to be friends with the know-it-all, bookworm, Hermione Granger. Don't be friends with her, she'll tell on you. Was it wrong that she liked to read books, books never got upset at her? Was it wrong she followed the rules or told on others? She didn't do it out of spite, she just didn't want to see anyone get hurt. When she looked at Harry, she realized that he had wanted to be her friend. There, not a few feet from her was someone who wanted to befriend that very same rule following, know it all, bookworm.

Thinking back on it she realized that Ron and the rest of the Gryffindor's might have been wrong, even if the books she had read regarding Slytherin's were true.

She had read how Slytherin's where almost always dark, cruel, cunning, and all-around evil snakes that would toy with you until you were of no use to them. As Ron Weasley had put it "There 'ant been a witch or wizard that didn't go bad that wasn't in Slytherin." and Hermione had believed it. The rivalry between the two houses didn't help her decisions much either as she had been avoiding Harry since it was frowned up associating with the Slytherin's. She didn't at the time think harry was a bad person back then, but she also didn't want to distance herself from her new house.

Now that it was possible too late, she was starting to have doubts. The look he gave her nearly a week ago was haunting her. Every time they made eye contact, she could see the self-doubt and sorrow in his eyes. Sometimes she swore it was a look of longing, that same kind she had when she was hoping they could be friends, but she knew that couldn't be the case.

Her thoughts where broken when two things happened. Harry suddenly clutched his chest in pain for a split second just as the Professor, Filius Flitwick rushed in and hopping on his books turned to them to begin the class.

Conjuring a feather in front of each of he began in his squeaky voice, "Now today I think you are all ready to start some practical magic." He continued after taking a small breather to clear his throat. "Now, one of a witch and wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, the ability to make objects fly. Now with me everyone, no wands, repeat after me. 'Wingardium Leviosa', come on now."

The entire class repeated after him. In the corner of her eye Hermione saw several objects shudder in the corners of the room. She did a double take, in confusion and when they weren't moving wondered if she had imagined it.

"Wonderful, again." The class did so. To Hermione's shock her feather and those of several others floated a cm before falling. She hadn't imagined it and she seemed to be the only one to notice. No, she thought spotting the silver hair girl next to Harry. She also was looking at her feather oddly.

"Excellent. Now I believe you are all ready for wands this time. Remember the wand motions from last week. Swish and flick, go on now." The cheery Professor said, is eyes glazing over each of them. Underneath his chuckling persona, the short Professor was confused at the sputtering movement of the feathers a second earlier.

With that bit of encouragement everyone except Harry began furiously trying to levitate their feathers.

Harry was hesitant, his gut was setting up red flags not to try the spell. His magic in contrast to the warnings contradicted the feeling loudly. It was almost too... eager in Harry's opinion. Instead he chose to watch Ron who was frantically shouting and waving his wand like a windmill in a gale. After it past by Hermione's eye three times the frustrated and irritated girl finally stepped in. Harry smiled and was thankfully to Hermione for intervened before he poked someone's eye out, namely her own.

"Stop, Stop. You're going to poke someone's eye out."

Harry smirked having thought the same thing himself.

"Besides you're saying it wrong. It's "It's Levi-o-sa not Levi-o-soar." She explained in exasperation.

"Well if you're so smart why don't you do it. Come on." Ron snarled egging her on.

Harry could only laugh at his ignorance. If he wanted to make Hermione a fool of herself asking her to perform a spell was the absolute wrong way to go about it. A more practical method would be to egg her into flying a broom around the school at full speed.

Harry watched as she made the movements flawlessly and floated her feather higher and higher into the air as Ron's self-esteem dropped lower and lower in equal measure.

"Oh well done, well done. Miss Granger's got it. Look Everyone." Flitwick applauded. Harry's mood suddenly plummeted however when he realized he had somehow caught Flitwick's attention.

"Come now Mr. Potter. You haven't even picked up your wand." he said eliciting turns from everyone. All of whom where now watching him intently.

"Shite" Harry thought. The Pressure of everyone's eyes pierced into him.

"Go on Potter, show us how skilled you are." Draco expressed with contempt.

Looking down he saw Hermione looking at him with expectations. Inhaling and against his better judgement Harry picking up his wand. It vibrated within his hand pulling his magic painfully through his arm. Glancing at Hermione he hesitated but raised his wand. Ignoring all his common sense, he wished to meet those expectations.

Gazing into his eyes Hermione caught his look. It almost like he was begging her for something. Almost... pleading. The floating objects, his chest, now his eyes. Hermione eyes shot open realizing that something must have been wrong.

She was a spell cast too slow in realizing it.

"Wingardium Leviosa" Harry said with a swish and flick. The feather, smoothly and calmly hovered fallowing Harry's wand point. Flitwick was stunned giddy. The little tyke bouncing on his heals. "Marvelous Mr. Potter. Marvelous. wonderful, absolutely wonderful." He said watching the feather float calmly, not so much wavering or falling without command to.

"Excellent Mr. Potter now see if you can bring it – Mr. Potter?" Flitwicks voiced turned to dreadful concern.

His sudden change in tone drew everyone's attention from the feathers back onto Harry. He was sweating, clearly in pain. Harry was breathing in short wisps, his arm shaking painfully. And suddenly he collapsed.

"Mr. Potter!" Flitwick shouted making to move towards Harry but in doing so began to float himself. The last thing Harry recalled was Flitwick's shout of concern before he passed out.

Harry awoke in the Nurses wing to a heated argument. His head pounding and the loud voices in the room did nothing to ease the rattling in his head. His eyes glazed over and spotted a clock. It was almost time for the Halloween feast and as Harry came too so too did the sound of rain reach his ears. Looking outside Harry felt it was quite fitting that it was raining outside, it reflected how his magic felt quite well, stormy and promoting a sharp pinging sensation inside him.

"Albus my answer is FINAL. The boy needs to go to St Mungo's. I don't have the qualification to deal with something like this. If it was a simple matter of magic backup, I could do something but he's not."

"Poppy surely you could –" Albus spoke in his benignant tone before the healer in question shouted at him.

"THE BOY HAS AN OBSCURUS WITHIN HIM ALBUS! There is no pretense for dealing with his condition. One wrong move and I could worsen his condition. Its already unlikely that he will awake within the week as it is. He needs proper treatment if any exists which he won't get here."

"Don't I get a say in this?" Harry asked drawing the attention of everyone there.

"Ah Harry, it is good to see you are up." Dumbledore declared.

Ignoring him, Harry looked to see who was there for him. Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Snape as well as Madam Pomfrey and Albus Dumbledore. The latter two along with Professor Flitwick quickly sprung to action, swarming around his bed, while the others seemed to cautiously eye Albus Dumbledore and Snape. McGonagall in particular seemed to be focused on burning a hole through Snape as he approached. He right hand, if Harry suspected correctly, was tightly gripping her wand under her robe's sleeve.

"Mr. Potter, it is good to see you awake." Flitwick said cheerfully.

"Sorry sir, um, how did I get here?" Harry asked. "I don't quiet remember yet. Heads pounding a but sir."

The Teachers explained to him what had happened. How is magic was backed up and in much a similar manner to accidental magic, overflowed and burst out from him at the first opportunity. This opportunity came when he cast the levitation charm.

Flitwick was now positively bouncing in both amazement and worry as McGonagall explained how his magic went out of control and levitated everyone and everything within the charm's room as he passed out. Once his magic had time settle, dropping the professor and apparently Neville to the floor, Flitwick explained how he levitated Harry to the Hospital wing after releasing the class early.

As the professor answered his question, Madam Pomfrey was busy trying to figure out the why. How Mr. Potter had recovered so quickly when he should have been out for a week by her estimates and why he didn't show any signs of Obscurus interference.

"Well it is good to see you are well again." Dumbledore stated to all, clearly pleased and relieved. Harry tried his best to not glance at the aged wizard. Harry didn't trust Dumbledore and he probably never would. The man had ideals and those ideals Harry would never follow if it led to the outcome he had seen.

"Not quiet Albus." Madam Pomfrey interjected. "Mr Potter is indeed safe now, however his magic is still quite restless. Mr. Potter I want you in my office after tonight's feast. There is a subject that we normally inform students of at the end of the year that you need to learn of posthaste."

McGonagall was flabbergasted. "Poppy, surely you don't mean... he's not even..."

"It doesn't matter, Professor McGonagall. It's only a few months early and his health comes first. If this happens again there's no telling what disaster could ensure next time. Imagine if this had happened during you class with a transfiguration spell. Yes, we normally we don't have to worry about this, by clearly Mr. Potter is an exception in many things."

Turning back to look at him Madam Pomfrey pointed to the door. "The Halloween feast begins in about an hour Mr. Potter. Make sure you eat a full meal, stay out of trouble, and NO magic until after I have had the chance to talk with you. And NO Albus this is not for debate."

Nodding in understanding Harry got up and got ready to leave. Glancing over his shoulder Harry caught Professor Snape's eye. The man quickly turned away, but for a brief moment Harry swore he saw a look of pain on his face. The kind of look one would receive upon recalling a painful memory.

Harry decided not to tempt fate. Whatever the reason Harry left a clear warning on the man to avoid his gaze. On his way to the Great Hall, Harry felt better than he had in the last week. The spring in his step was back, the chest pain was mildly present but otherwise no longer cumbersome, and his magic felt just as it was when he got on the train. Even as he walked, Harry started to wonder, if for one, he would have a Halloween that ended on a good note. Sure, he lost it in class, but no one got hurt and best of all, Harry now felt better than ever. As he walked into the great hall the sight of the Holiday decorations only served to raise his spirits.

The decorations for the evening feast were already in full swing and ready for the hospitable event. Aside from the winter holidays, Halloween was a special day in the wizarding world. The night of Hollow's Eve, the time when many magics gather and the spirits were most connected with the physical world. A time were magic both dark and potent were at its strongest.

For Harry, Halloween was always a holiday where something went wrong. Today Harry was hopeful that rest of the evening would be uneventful. I mean, what could possibly happen that was worse than nearly unleashing an obscurus onto his entire year during Charms class?

Sitting down in the Great Hall Harry listened to the school's rumor mill turn, even as hundreds of eyes stared him down.

"Did you hear, Harry lost control in charms"

"Yeah I hear that too. Threw everyone around."

"I heard he was so powerful he warped gravity so badly Flitwick had to call the headmaster to undo the magic."

Ignoring them Harry sighed and admired the decorations that littered the hall. Sure, it was Halloween themed, but this was the first time Harry had seen magic put to use in such a celebrative measure.

Hundreds of fantastically carved pumpkins lined the walls and buttresses of the hall. Underneath the tables Jack-o-lanterns grinned creepily underneath the seats that the students sat on. Bats flew up in the rafters as the grey cloudy sky hummed ominously overhead. The light rain dissipating in midair within the rafters. The Candles sharpened to fine points floating menacingly, pointed downward as if primed to skewer those below.

As the feast continued the coming darkness aided the tone and lighting of the Hall, as the room grew dimmer and dimmer till only the dark hall remained lit by the numerous candles that cast an malignant shadow upon those who entered.

Harry had to admit despite the morbid nature that holiday held for him wizards sure as hell knew how to decorate. The great hall really set the atmosphere for sure and the magic was without a doubt a welcome addition.

Looking around as the Feast began to move into full swing Harry notice Hermione was missing. Seeing the blonde girl who sat next to him Harry whispered, "I noticed Ms. Granger is missing. Did something happen to her when I... um."

"Started levitating the classroom?" the girl confirmed blandly.

"That's one way of putting it." Harry stated while he nodded.

"She wasn't harmed if that's what your concerned about."

Harry nodded again. Still worried about what might have happened to her. So long as she wasn't hurt then that was enough for him. "You didn't answer my question."

"You seem oddly interested in Ms. Granger." the girl said offhandedly.

Harry leered cautiously at her. "What's it to you?"

Shaking her head, she replied, "Nothing. If you must know, I just overheard that Weasley fellow commenting about her being overly skilled for a muggleborn."

Harry nodded calming himself down. Slytherin's tended to be Pureblood supporters and disliked muggles 'corrupting' their world. Her statement was the closest thing to praise he had heard from a Pureblood to a muggleborn to date even if form what he understood it was very possible that she was misinformed. He'd need a little more time with that genealogy book he found to know for sure.

Harry managed to eat a sizable plate, despite the nagging worry in his head, before his worldly expectations collapsed around him.

At the moment the doors to the Great Hall burst open, Harry's heart turned cold and frozen. Only the pulse of war could be heard within his veins. Quirrell came rushing into the hall panting and eyes full of panic. His turban was a mess and his robes torn. "Troll!" he shouted.

"Troll in the dungeon!" He shouted again. The entire hall became deadly silent within the grim atmosphere. Harry's blood chilled as his eyes narrowed sharply, even more so then those few minutes he flew on his broom.

Clutching the teachers' desk as he ran into it out of breath Quirrell looked up and muttered, "Thought you aut to know." before he unceremoniously sank to the hard floor, out cold.

It took all of two seconds for brains present in the Great Hall to register what just happened before instant panic made itself know. Silverware and cutlery clattered loudly as it was dropped, pumpkin guts splattered outward as boot wear mercilessly trampled around in a mad fury to seek safety.

As students screamed and started to rush for the exit Dumbledore's booming voice quelled the heated moment.

"SILENCE!"

All stood perfectly still their attention directed towards the headmaster. The man's imposing form in front of the wooden throne cut a dashing and reliable figure. For a moment Harry saw the man everyone else saw. He saw a capable powerful wizard who protected all within his reach from harm. Regardless of house, Slytherin or Gryffindor he would stand tall and protect them.

"Prefects, lead your house to their dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons." He instructed, his command clear and direct.

Judy like that everyone fell into line guided by their prefects the moved their way towards their respective houses. Order was established and all obeyed, except for Harry.

"Where do you think you're going?" The blonde girl asked him, grabbing his arm as harry made his way in the opposite direction from their dormitory.

"To find Hermione, she doesn't know about the troll." Harry whispered, pulling his arm free of her grip. Rushing off Harry didn't give the girl the chance to stop him. Harry flew down the halls, the portraits and armors a blew to his eye. When he made it to an empty corridor Harry called out loudly but calmly even as he continued to run, jumping up steps two at a time.

"Navi!"

From out of his pocket a small silvery blue fairy popped out and began to fly beside him. The small fairy like existence, looked sluggish and sleepy as the light from it ebbed and wavered slightly. Even so it flew ready to help.

The body was no longer visible now healthily surrounded in a bright blue and white glow. Only its wings which protruding out from the glowing sphere like radiance were visible. The physical form that was once a visible weak sickly dull color had vanished to be replaced with a fairy partially recovered having regained its strength. Apparently, it converted its physical form into magic to aid in its recovery, something that Harry didn't know about the small entity. It also appeared to be working as the glowing sphere bobbled up and down energetically if not a bit sleepily.

"I need to find Hermione. Can you take me to her?" Harry asked as he now ran down the stairs towards the dungeons searching for any sign of the brown-haired girl. The fairy did its imitation of a ball nodding happily and flew back the way he went.

"Shite, wrong way, of course." Harry swore.

Turning around he followed the will of Hogwarts all the way up to the second floor only stopping to hide when Snape of all people came rushing down the hall heading towards the third floor.

While curious Harry didn't care about Snape, he'd worry about the man later. First and foremost, Harry needed to find Hermione.

Reaching the second-floor girls bathroom Harry was greeted with a horrible sight; and smell. A twelve feet tall dull grey and equally ruff hide that was like a batch of lumbering boulders had made its way into the bathroom. Its club dragged along behind it and its basketball undersized head rolled back and forth. Its lumbering log like legs dragging as it went.

"Merlin's bloody beard!" Harry curse pulling out his wand. "I really hate Halloween." Even as he muttered under his breath, plans for how to avoid and counter the Troll rolled in his head.

Trolls were highly resistant to magic but susceptible to force. This meant that magic itself wasn't useless against it, however stunners and similar spells would be pretty much useless. Harry partially wished that it wasn't a Troll. A Gargoyle, Runespoor, even a Pamukkale Curlerker was preferable. At least then he could use Sectumsempra or Deca Seorsum. Nope he had to deal with a damn toll. At the very least he could avoid fighting it. The bathroom was a dead end, a blind spot with one entrance, and would make it easy to get past the creature unnoticed.

Hearing Hermione's scream Harry eyes widened, and he swore a slew of curses, any curse that came to mind. Pushing his feet to move faster braced himself for one of his worse fears coming to light. Storming into the bathroom, caring not for how loud or stealthily he did so, Harry spotted Hermione as the massive troll swung back it's club with the intent to kill her.

"Hermione get down!" Harry ordered as loudly as he could. As she did exactly as he said Harry had his wand raised and ready, aimed and firmly pointed straight at the Trolls back.

"Efflortis" Harry shouted firmly.

A blast of grey light flashed brightly from the tip of Harry's wand as distorted air shout out of it. The blast collided with the Troll's chest sending its colossal bulk flying into the wall with such force that the stones caved in under its form. As it was lifted from its feet, its body flew over Hermione's head missing her by mere inches. Not waiting for it to recover Harry rushed toward Hermione and pulled her up pulling her out of the way as the Troll slumped over and fell to the ground where she had been moments earlier.

Harry, with his hand still sheltering her brought his free hand to his chest. His lungs felt like they were being crushed and stretched all at one. "Shit." Harry groaned out. In the moment he forgot Pomfrey's warning not to use any magic. He turned to Hermione who looked at him and then the Troll in quick succession, clearly in confusion and panic. When her terrified eyes met with his Harry gave her a sharp frown and a simple order.

"Run." The word was spoken calmly without urgency, an undertone of weight and experience that would only be heard spoken by an experienced soldier painted red with blood.

Hermione nodded and with even realizing it herself was resolved to obey and listen to any order given by him. Together they hastily ran out of the bathroom and continued down the corridor never stopping. Harry, pulling her hand slightly as the fled for their lives, remained focused on gaining distance and out of sight. Hermione numb to any rational thought simply followed the hand that offered her safety.

A loud shattering crash roared behind them, the kind of sound the only a mudslide or avalanche of stone and rock could bring. Harry didn't turn to look. He already knew and recognized the sound with ease and foreboding concern. Hermione letting her curiosity getting the better of her turned around only to fall further into a panicked concern. Harry's warmth around her hand the only thing keeping her from outright panic.

The troll was right behind them. Enraged it had smashed apart the stone entrance to the bathroom. Its grunts garbled by the blood bubbling up in its mouth. It was clearly very unhappy and the moment its eyes glazed over their fleeing forms gained focus upon them. Even lumbering, in its rage, the beast was faster then two pre-teen children fleeing for their lives.

"It's gaining Harry! What do we do?" Hermione yelled in a shrill tone of panic that echoed in her voice. Harry didn't hear her though. He was too busy trying to figure out that exact question himself. Over and over he ran scenarios in his head. He lacked a sure fired spell that would ensure the troll was incapacitated. With no guarantee he'd risk leaving Hermione defenseless as he passed out. Trapping it? He had several spells but against the Troll's bulk and strength, again, no guarantee that it would work. Certainly nothing to slow it down. Blood magic, reckless and would require too much time. Runes, to time costly.

Unfortunately, Harry was unable to come up with a solution in time as the troll swung its club at them. Harry had spotted it in the corner of his hey and reacted faster than he could rationalize his actions. Pulling Hermione into his, Harry shielded her, forcing his magic to act in his defense, hardening his skin with reinforcement magic. Harry knew not which hurt more, forcing his magic to act inside his body, or the debris the club clubbed at them.

The swing had connected with one of the suits of armor sent it flying at the duo. While the club was miles away the first round missed them, Harry tumbled forward as Hermione's remained shielded beneath him. The second set of armor accompanied with stone hit home however. Harry lifting his head to confirm Hermione's wellbeing looked up even as his vision grew dark with the sight of blood. Hermione's blood. Panic, fear, desperation. Harry felt his emotions go haywire and both rage and wrath fueled into his magic like oil to an already raging bonfire.

Harry turned around for the briefest of moments no longer saw a troll. The troll was overshadowing him and Hermione and overlap with the image of Vernon standing over him. Rain hissed in his ears as stone shifted to rotting wood. The creak and strain of the stone under the Troll's feet, echoing the groan of wood under Vernon. Just like that, Harry saw black, a single desire echoed within the void. An order demanding absolute compliance from his magic… all of his magic.

Hermione watched a daze, her vision swimming slightly from the head wound she suffered. The sight of Harry morphing around her shook he awake as again adrenaline slammed into her sense demanding their compliant functionality. His body twitching violently as black oily dust-like mist floated around him. She watched helplessly as he exploded and, in a wailing shrill, watched as a monstrous mist flew head long into the Troll.

The Troll swung its club helplessly as it grunted in agonizing pain. The black tendrils in numberless quantity entrapping and ripping at its skin, mindlessly seeking any and every speck of flesh the monster had to lose. As the black mass enveloped it, it quickly overpowered it. Dragging the massive brute like a rag doll into the air, in a mindless rage the Obscurus dragged and raked the Troll across the stone walls, upon the ceiling, the floor, upon everything as it left a corkscrew trail of destruction in its wake. The glass windows exploded in pieces as the troll was whipped over them, statures shredded into fractured pieces littering the floors, and stone flew meters at a time in every which direction. When the mass had reached the entrance to the girl's bathroom, with a resounding castle shaking thud, it threw itself and the entire bodily mass of the troll into the room signaling an absolute and unavoidable fatality.

The stone wall and its small doorway was obliterated as the troll was thrust through it. Hermione watched as the black mass that was once Harry swarmed around the troll pinning it to the ground, tearing it apart like a single amalgamate of panthers would. A cloud of death it tore at the creature until the was no hint of life.

Eventually the troll stopped moving no longer any flesh connected enough to even twitch under the obscurus's assault and when it did cease the black mass rose. In rest it remained hovering over its victim. Now passive, Hermione watched it wearily, inching closer to it ever so slightly, drawn to it and curious as to what it was.

"Harry?" she asked tentatively.

The rest of the teachers drawn by the chaos emerged from the adjacent corridor. Collectively they gasped at the sight before them. A wounded girl, a deceased troll torn asunder against the crumbling wall, and an Obscurus, all portrayed within a portrait of completely destruction formed by the mess that was the hallway and bathroom. It was like the beginning of some bad joke.

In a gentle streaming cloud-like motion, the Obscurus folded itself around Hermione and slowly morphed back into a human shape. Hermione was shocked at the speed of the mist. The moment the teachers arrived it had traversed the entire theater of destruction and encircled her. Silent and harmlessly it rapt around her like a blanket.

The instructors tense and ready to defend the student. Several teachers, Poppy, Sprout, Snape all had their wands ready but were stopped as McGonagall held out her arm, preventing them from acting. Before they could voice any argument, it was clear why she did so as Harry James Potter began to reform in front of them.

His appearance was ragged and limp. Worn out, his face seemed drained of color with a greyish complexion. Silence ruled everyone present during the course of the transformation. It took nearly a minute to complete and as it went about the image of a monster surrounding Hermione was swiftly being replaced with the image of a conscious Harry encircling her, protecting her. A root of doubt and question took hold in three minds that stared. In the minds of Albus, Minerva, and Poppy. In turn they took root as concern, amazement, and consideration. Was Harry in control of his obscurus and more importantly could it be tamed?

Their silent stuttering remained even after Harry's reforming. Something Harry would be grateful for had he considered it.

Harry tired and groggy collapsed in Hermione's arms the moment he returned to normal. His magic spent and fatigue paying its toll, he laid there, limp as a rag. Looking up he managed to see into her amber brown eyes. Worry and confusion paramount in her expression. Aside from the trail of blood she was safe, and Harry let a smile cross his face, his eyes softening.

"You okay?" Harry asked weakly and out of breath. Hermione nodded speechlessly. Too many questions where running through her head to answer him properly. Harry seemed to relax at her answer.

"Good" he whispered before looking back at her. Her bushy hair was strewn all over her face. Her head injury was bleeding significantly but harry recognized an injury that looked worse than it was. Pomfrey would have her patched up before bed even tolled.

"I think I need more practice saving people. We're a mess." he said with a grin before passing out as his world shifted from eyes of brown to sleepy black.

xXxXx

For those interested Efflortis is a spell of my own imagination. It's a shock-wave spell that creates a repelling force that is directed out of the tip of one's want. Being on the receiving end is described as, being hit by a cement trunk filled to the brim with cement at highway speeds. The spell is a combination of efflo and fortis, Latin for blow and strong respectively.

Pamukkale Curlurker likewise is a dangerous creature of my own imagination that Harry encounter during his wandering years. It might make a return mention but in short is a large pill big like creature with two soft rounded pincers. While under water they are invisible to the naked eye and passive harmless creates. No matter how shallow the water is regardless of their size they can fit in it despite being the size of a small two-person car. If the water, they reside in vanishes or becomes too cold they will turn aggressive and use their pincers to suffocate their victim before either ringing them out to refill their liquid home or dragging the individual into the water to warm it up. Harry found them during his travels and unknowingly was the first to discover them since they rarely left their homes or bothered humans. Using the hot springs in the Pamukkale area Harry relocated three of these creatures as young babies after killing their parents which had been attacking military transports that passed by. He eventually named them after the specimens were relocated to a new home. After observing their behavior in the water where they would curl up and as if waiting for prey to arrive dangling their claws just below the surface Harry decided to name them. If the Ministry knew of them, they would be classified as a XXXX creature because there is a trick needed to kill one, technically two. Also, this is not all the information I have on them, I'm saving the rest for Luna as I'm trying to plot out her involvement.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I'll be taking a break this weekend and will start up chapter 9 on Monday, t'is going to be a doozy.

PS. Thank you Makkak for spotting that major error in this chap. Its fixed now.