Author's Note
Hello guys. Welcome back to a new chapter. This chapter was a tough one, honestly. Read the Author Note which is present at the end of the chapter, it is important.
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Pairing: Harry Potter x Daphne Greengrass
Note- English is not my mother language. There will be bashing. The cannon paths diverge from the story.
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'If They stand behind you, protect them. If they stand beside you, respect them. If they stand against you, defeat them.'
The country was thrown into chaos with news of Sirius Black's escape and Mysterious Dark Wizard appearance. Every day, Daily Prophet had something to display on Sirius Black. In the Potter manor, Harry and Sirius were enjoying their stay.
Harry finally met someone with whom he can share his secrets to. Who he could trust.
There was no need for him to buy books of Potions, Defense, Transfiguration, Charms so he left them. Wearing a heavy Glamour, he went to the streets Of Diagon Alley. The people were filled with despair with a Mass Murderer on loose but no one knew the truth behind it.
His main job was to get Peter Pettigrew, the true Betrayer of his parents, the True Mass Murderer.
Harry was sitting in his study, it had been 2 days since he had helped Sirius to escape Azkaban. He was a bit surprised at first when he saw Sirius' persona. It was a very astonishing fact that he could maintain his cheerful personality even though he had been in presence of Dementors for the last 13 years.
Sirius was being treated by the House-elves who were doing their best to ensure that he could be healed. Personally, Harry was shocked too when he found that House-elves had capabilities of healing.
Harry was slightly anxious when he found that his father's best friend was in Azkaban for no reason. The Judicial System of Magical Britain was very flawed at that time, which was still going.
His main priority was to capture Peter Pettigrew and prove Sirius innocent this year. Peter Pettigrew, his blood started to boil by that name, his anger rose even more, when Fudge had insisted to place Dementors at Hogwarts. Sirius was also a Grim Animagus as his father had written in his journal.
Speaking of Animagus, he had brought Mandrake leaves and Animagus potions from Andromeda. He had also not told Andromeda about Sirius and did not plan to tell her that he broke into Azkaban. After all, Aunt Andi's daughter was an Auror, though she had a bright persona.
Sirius had told everything about Pettigrew Animagus form, Harry had also seen him in his memories. Memories. This was another thing Sirius had shared with him. Memories of his mother and father. Their dating. Their wedding. The memory of Harry coming into this world. The memory of his accidental magic for the first time.
Every memory of his parents was special to him. He always found an excuse of viewing them, and they never got old, and they never would.
Harry heard a soft knock at the door of his study. Waving his wand, he allowed Sirius to enter as he was the only human living with him. Currently, Mira wrapped herself in his hand.
He found that the snake was very protective of him, and looked cautious when Sirius entered the Manor. Hedwig was also serving her master well. Mira frightened Sirius to death when he saw her first time.
He turned to face Sirius as Mira slithered her way to his shoulder.
His godfather now looked healthier and more regal. Harry had his clothes tailored from Madame Malkin by taking his size to the tailor. His clothes were made up of Acromatula silk, and were of the latest fashion.
Harry still found it amusing that how choosy his Godfather could be. Sirius had rejected four pairs of designs of clothes, like a whining child. No wonder he was a Ladies' Man during his time.
Harry asked him casually, "Have you eaten the breakfast?"
"Yup," he said popping up 'P', "But why weren't you there?" He asked with a frown.
Harry shrugged in dismiss, "I was doing my training." He replied.
"Oh." The grim Animagus mused. Sirius was quite upset when he first found that how far his Godson had pushed himself, every day and did not take care of his health.
Harry felt a warmth started to creep on his chest when Sirius pointed that he should not do this much exercise, and he was just a teenager and should date girls, have fun, not train. Harry had assured him that it was not a problem but Sirius' stubbornness could match his, easily.
From that day, Harry had lessened his training, a bit, and enjoyed himself with his Godfather. Both had quickly formed a bond, that no one could sever.
"So, why did the great Padfoot come to me?" He asked, mockingly.
His godfather decided to play along, "Great Padfoot had come to share his wits with peasants!" He exclaimed with a laugh.
"Let's be serious, Sirius, what do you want to tell me?" He inquired in a gentle yet strong voice, with his eyebrows furrowing. He found 'Sirius serious' jokes, annoying.
"Well, I was reading some newspaper of past weeks, and imagine my surprise when I found this." He said pointing to the newspaper.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "What are you trying to say, Padfoot?" He queried him.
He opened the newspaper, he turned the pages of the newspaper, the sounds of the chattering of them were heard. He stopped in somewhat middle of the newspaper. He opened the page and bellowed it for him.
Rather than reading from his hand, Harry took the Daily Prophet to him and stroked him.
Focusing on the first thing, he saw a photo of Weasley's in Egypt. The entire family was laughing and smiling, with Ron holding his pet Scrabbers. Molly and Arthur were in front with their hands on their daughter's shoulder, Ginerva. Fred and George on the sides wearing the Egyptian dress with Percy, Bill, and Charlie at the back.
Harry looked at Sirius dumbly, "What?" He asked him in a bland voice.
"Have you not seen this?" He questioned back, with anxiety marring his features.
"Have you seen what? The Weasley's?" He looked at him, again, with confusion. He broke his friendship with Ron, but he did not have anything with Weasley's. They had been nice to him.
Sirius shook his head, exasperatedly, "No not Weasley's. The rat!" He pointed his finger at Scabbers.
"What of Scabbers?" He asked, getting annoyed at him.
"He is not Scabbers," Sirius stated dumbly. Harry laughed at him then looked at him questioningly, "Then who is he?" He said to the man with a frown.
"He is Peter. Peter Pettigrew," His Godfather said in a monotonous reply.
Harry looked at him dumbly for seconds, he shook his head, irritatedly, and sighed, "Sirius I know you hate Peter. I want him to suffer, too but you can not point every rat as Peter." He explained calmly.
Sirius shook his head, violently, "No, No, No. You are not understanding. It is Peter. I could recognize his Animagus Form, anywhere!" He declared.
Harry massaged his temple, "Sirius. I-" He was cut off when he spoke again.
"How long the rat is living with him?" He questioned him, with distaste evident in his voice.
Young Lord Potter replied with a little agitation, "For...13 years." His voice waved slightly.
"13 YEARS!" Sirius shouted near his ears. Harry covered his ears with his hands before moaning, "Geez, Sirius, I am in front of you, not in the other room."
"Eh? Sorry, sorry." Came the sheepish reply. He continued whilst taking a seat, "So, is it not an unusually long age for a rat?" He asked with a frown.
"Yeah...wait...is he Pettigrew?" He asked with a dangerous whisper. Sirius shrugged at him, "As far as I remember that is the traitor's Animagus form. Besides it never hurts to check, right?"
Harry nodded in agreement, he looked his Godfather in the eyes, "I would check if that rat is Peter or not, don't worry!" He declared with a newfound determination. Sirius beamed at him and hugged him. A hug which he was happy to return.
When Sirius left the room, Mira hissed at him, "If that rat is not Peter. Do I get to eat it?"
Harry snorted at her, "I'm not sure." He replied uncertainly.
Harry had provided Sirius a wand, so he could practice. His old wand 13 inches, Blackthorn with the core of a Dragon heartstring. Blackthorn wood was perfect for a Warrior. Harry had the same wand made from Lackius, secretly. He had not shared the information of who would carry the wand to the Wandmaker
Lackius did not care about it too.
He had given Sirius books on magic, which he could practice. He was doing this all because Sirius had come to him and told him that he was getting bored.
A few Days Later...
September 1st had come, and he had to go back to school. Wearing some white full-sleeved T-shirt with black jeans, and brown boots, Harry made his to the fireplace. He could apparate easily but he decided to Floo.
He turned to Sirius and smiled at him. Sirius looked at him, from head-to-toe. Some unshed tears made their way to Sirius' face. The next moment, Harry was engulfed in a hug by Sirius who was now sobbing uncontrollably (ruining his shirt.)
Harry returned the hug easily. They remained this way for a few moments until Harry decided to lighten up the mood, "For fuck's sake, Sirius. Don't ruin my T-shirt," He told him with a laugh.
Sirius gave him a wet chuckle before he pulled off, "Is this fine?" He asked after he had cast 'Scourgify' non-verbally. One thing, Harry had noticed that his godfather could cast almost every spell non-verbally like him.
"Well then, see ya! And Peter?" Sirius said to him. Harry assured him again with a roll of his eyes, "Don't worry, Sirius. The next time you would see me with Pettigrew. See ya too."
Sirius smiled and nodded before the green flame burst out, and took his Godson.
Harry found himself at Kings Cross Station's platform number 9 3-4. There was not much of a crowd since he had come early. Mira wrapped herself in his hands, inside his sleeves. Hedwig hooted breaking Harry's thoughts.
Harry found an empty compartment in the middle of the train. He unlocked the door and entered. Settling his trunk, he took a seat. He locked the door with a powerful locking charm, as he retrieved his Charms Grade-6.
He had made sure that he had taken his OWLs result with him to show the Headmaster.
After some time, Harry heard a knock at his door. He looked around and saw Tracey Davis, Blaise Zabini, and Daphne Greengrass standing with another small girl.
The girl had fair skin with warm blue eyes and brown hair. She was really cute. She was as much if not more beautiful than Daphne. That must be Daphne's sister Astoria Greengrass, who was starting her first year.
Harry waved his wand and let them in. As they entered, Harry flicked his wand and levitated their trunks, and settled them in places. The rest of them watched in amazement at the magical prowess.
They took their seats, where Daphne broke the silence, "Harry, this is my sister Astoria." She introduced her sister who extended her hand.
Harry kissed her knuckles before greeting, "Pleasure," he added in the greeting, "I must say that you are if not more than as much as beautiful as Daphne."
Daphne's face reddened, whereas Astoria giggled, and Tracey, Blaise snickered.
He leaned forward, "I wanted to say 'more beautiful' but then Daphne would have kicked my ass." He whispered to her, though his whisper was heard by everybody.
Daphne groaned. Astoria flushed, and Tracey and Blaise laughed again. Daphne then teased Astoria, "Oh, look at Astoria, blushing for the first time."
Astoria scowled at her sister, before whispering in her ear, "That's why you like him, right, Daph?" She asked her sister.
Daphne felt heat creeping upon her face, where Astoria giggled. Harry broke the banter which was going between them.
"So, Astoria, are you looking forward to Hogwarts?" He asked the brunette.
Astoria nodded in agreement, "I am, I think I would be sorted into Gryffindor or Ravenclaw." She stated with a frown.
Harry looked fairly surprised, "No Slytherin?" He gave her a questioning look.
Astoria shook her head, "No I am cunning but not cunning enough for being a Slytherin."
"Oh," Harry said, but then smiled, "Well if you would be in Gryffindor, then you could be with me. Otherwise in Ravenclaw, I have a few friends there."
Astoria smiled back, "Thank You."
Deciding to change the conversation, Harry turned Blaise, "So, how was your summer?"
Blaise shrugged, and told, "Productive," He added, "We traveled a bit. I was fencing for the most of the part."
Harry smirked at him, "Would you like to do with me?"
Blaise looked questioning, "Do what?" He asked him in confusion.
"Fencing, of course. Would you like to fence with me?" He offered. Before Blaise could reply, Tracey beat him, "You fence?"
"Yup." He told popping up 'P.' "Learned it last summer." He added to the conversation.
"Well, that's nice." Daphne appraised him with a smile. Harry smiled at her, and smirked internally, "Thanks Daph." He said in a husky voice.
Daphne blushed a little at his voice.
At this moment, Mira decided to show her herself. She slithered her way to his fist. Suddenly, he heard Astoria's scream, "Aaahh!" Everyone was startled by her behavior.
"What happened?" Daphne asked her.
She stammered, pointing her finger to Harry's fist, "There's a snake." She hissed at him.
Harry looked down and saw Mira, "Ah, this." He pointed to Mira, as she came out of his sleeve. The four of them looked down at Mira, and then at him for an explanation.
"This," He gestured to his familiar, "is Mira. She is my new familiar."
"You have a new familiar," Blaise said, flatly.
Harry shrugged and grinned, "All cool kids have one, these days."
The four snorted. Astoria developing some courage, asked, "Can I...Can I pet her?" Her voice contained some uncertainty.
Harry nodded, "Let me ask? Mira," He addressed the snake, she looked up, as he continued, "Can they pet you?"
Mira nodded, but inquired, "Yes, but why do they want to pet me?"
Harry shrugged, and told, "Maybe, because they think you are interesting."
"Fair enough," Harry still found it amusing that how much compliment the snake wanted.
Harry nodded to the youngest of them, "You can, now." She reached her hand at the snake, reluctantly. She was a bit startled when Mira came forward, after she reached her hand at the snake's head, she began to give gentle strokes as Mira moaned. Harry grinned at her, "She likes you." Astoria beamed at this.
They conversed for some time about how the summer went, what they did do, and many more. Daphne,
Suddenly, the temperature dropped unconditionally. The temperature was almost freezing. It made a shiver run down through their bodies.
"W...What is t-that?" Blaise asked, his voice was cracking vaguely.
"D-Don't know, but it is c-cool," Daphne stated.
"I-I feel like f-freezing," Tracey added as she wrapped her arms around her body.
Harry immediately became alert. Dementors. He was not feeling that cool because he had been in their presence once. Harry looked around and took out his wand with great speed, "Stay close to each other." He ordered as the door of the compartment opened.
A cloaked figure came near him, and the scream of a woman shot on his head.
"Please take me. Not Harry. Have mercy. Please Take me but not Harry."
Harry shook his head violently. He could lose him to the dementor. He needed to protect Blaise. He needed to protect Tracey. He needed to protect Daphne and Astoria. He was the only one who could protect them. He needed to protect them.
Immediately, he yelled with a cold, penetrating gaze, his eyes demon red, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A silver large Zouwu came out his wand, chasing those vicious fouls away. The Dementors screeched in agony as Harry pushed them away. After the Dementors went away, Harry quickly moved to his trunk and pulled out the stack of Chocolates he had purchased.
He gave them to the four, "Eat it. And wait here!" He ordered as he left the compartment before anyone could utter a word.
Harry ran into the corridor as he searched for Dementors. Another cold feeling embedded inside his body, as he saw a Dementor in the First-year compartment. Without a second of hesitation, he yelled, "Expecto Patronum."
His Zouwu chased those beasts after the Dementor was gone, Harry gone to each first year, and offered them a bar of chocolate. He smiled, and told, "Eat them, you would feel better."
All of them took the Chocolate Bars, gratefully, and thanked him. One developing the courage to ask, nudged him, "Umm...who are you?"
Harry smiled at him, and ruffled his hair, "Why? Can't you recognize me?" He asked him. The first-year shook his head as he took another bite of the chocolate. The rest of them were watching intently too.
"Harry. Harry Potter." But before they could open their mouth to anything, he was gone.
Harry was walking in the corridor, looking for other Dementors. Noticing a window present, he decided to see through it. Harry looked at the dull, and cold grasslands.
He felt a presence at the back.
He turned around and saw, minimum of 30 Dementors. He was too frozen in his place, that he could not wave his wand. But with the help of his sheer willpower, he waved a wand little, and managed to utter out, "Expecto Patronum."
His Zouwu appeared, but neither bright nor big as before, it managed to chase few Dementors but by now the vicious beasts were sucking his soul.
He managed to catch the image of a silvery wolf. The wolf howled at the Dementors, as they retrieved. Harry fell on the floor, but he did not lose consciousness. He caught the image of a scruffy man.
He had a bright brown mustache and bright brown hair. He had various scars on his skin, and his aura was not of a human. He looked at the man.
He held his shoulder, and with a little bit of panting in his voice he asked, "Harry, are you alright?"
For a few moments, Harry was at a loss for words. He shook his head rapidly, he wore off Dementors sucks, he stuttered finally, "Y-yeah...I am...I am fine." He assured the man.
The man offered him a bar of chocolate, which he took and began to eat. The man's voice interrupted him, "Are you sure that you are fine?" He asked again.
Harry was now fine, so he replied easily, "I am fine. Who are you?"
"Remus. Remus Lupin. Your new Defense teacher."
Harry's eyes widened slightly at the name. Remus Lupin was one of his father's best friends. His father became Animagus (along with Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew) for him. He was a werewolf as far as his father had written in his general.
Harry shook his hand, as he stood up, "It is nice to meet you, Professor. I hope that you are better than the previous two."
Remus snorted at him but schooled his features. He smiled, "I must say, that I would work better than the previous two."
"Thank You for saving me. Now, I must go to my compartment."
"You may, Mister Potter. Be careful this time."
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Astoria left them with other first-years for the sorting ceremony. Harry and his friends took one carriage to Hogwarts. He noticed Thestrals but decided not to comment on them- firstly because of Dementors, and then the creatures that were associated with Death.
The weather was very bad, as the rain was pouring and the thunder, rumbling.
Harry and the crew, entered the Great Hall. Daphne, Blaise, and Tracey went to Slytherin whereas Harry to Gryffindor. He took a seat at the farthest corner, considering he did not have any friends. Neville came and sat beside him, and they began chatting.
Harry noticed Ron glaring at him but he decided to ignore it. The whole hall was whispering furiously because of Dementor's intervention.
McGonagall looked rather pale as she was leading the first years for the Sorting Ceremony. The Sorting Hat sang his song, as the ceremony began. Some of the firsties were sorted until Harry finally heard the name-
"Greengrass, Astoria."
Astoria walked to the stool nervously. She sat on the stool until it finally shouted- "Ravenclaw."
Harry looked around and saw Daphne breathing a sigh of relief. The Ravenclaws clapped politely for her.
Once the Ceremony was over, Dumbledore stood up, and announced, "Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts. Now, before we dig into our magnificent feast, let us welcome Remus Lupin, our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Good luck, Professor."
Many people clapped, but some were looking curious because of the scars present in his entire body, visible. Harry looked at the Staff Table, almost every one of them was looking happy, except Snape, but then again he did not like anyone.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and started again, "As many of you are aware, especially after the search of the Hogwarts Express, the school is currently playing host to some of the Dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business. I would like to warn each one of you not to leave the school without permission. It is not in their nature to understand pleading or excuses. Therefore I must ask the Head boy, girl, and the prefects to ensure that no student runs afoul with the dementors."
"Now, I'm also happy to announce the appointment of another member to our staff. Please welcome our new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, our very own Rubeus Hagrid!"
There were applauses from the three tables, except Slytherins. The Gryffindors were the loudest. Harry too clapped for Hagrid politely. He was a nice guy, maybe a bit slow but Harry would do all he could to make his class successful. Hagrid stood up, disassembling the food present on the Staff table, and bowed when Professor McGonagall nudged him.
In the end, Dumbledore finally clapped his hands, "Let the feast began."
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After the feast, Harry was being escorted by Professor McGonagall to Headmaster's office. Harry knew the reason, of course.
Harry entered the office along with Professor McGonagall. There was Professor Sprout, Flitwick, Lupin, and one presence which itched him the most, Severus Snape. And of course, how could we forget our esteemed Headmaster.
"Ah, Harry my boy. Please take a seat." Harry did as he was asked. Headmaster pushed his lemon drops in front of him, "Do you want some lemon Drops?"
Harry shook his head, "Already have a sweet."
Headmaster nodded in understanding, "Understandable."
After a moment of pregnant silence, Dumbledore asked, "Now, Mister Potter, I have called you here for your unusual exposure with the Dementors."
Harry nodded, but before Dumbledore could say anything, he started, "That's no problem. I am perfectly fine, I have done some Diagnostic spells on myself."
There were some gasps from the Professors at the revelation but Harry decided to ignore them. Dumbledore nodded, although he looked cryptical, "If you say so. Though you could visit Infirmary anytime you like."
Harry merely tilted his head slightly, "I will keep that in mind."
Dumbledore said again, with his eyes twinkling madly, "Now, Mister Potter. I have heard that you have performed Patronus Charm, which is a NEWT level charm."
"I have." Came the neutral answer.
The twinkling in the old man's eyes increased, "Can you please perform it?" He requested him.
Harry merely nodded. Retrieving his wand from the holster, Harry spoke softly, "Expecto Patronum."
His Zouwu was now back to his original size. Everyone looked in awe as the mighty Zouwu roared.
"Impressive." Flitwick praised as he looked at the beast.
"Indeed." McGonagall agreed.
After the Zouwu evaporated, Flitwick looked at him, and questioned, "May I ask where did you learn the spell, Mister Potter?"
Harry shrugged and replied, "In a seventh-year book."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "And what were you doing with a seventh-year book?" He asked him.
Harry looked at him as if he was dumb, he replied blandly, "Learning spells of course...Oh...that reminded me..." His voice trailed off at the last part as he retrieved a letter from his pocket.
He gave the parchment to Dumbledore. The old man opened the Parchment and stared at him, "You took OWLs early?"
Harry shrugged and just nodded.
"Impressive... It is indeed impressive," Dumbledore appraised him, as he looked at the results.
Minerva looked at the Headmaster questioningly, she frowned, "What is it, Albus?"
Dumbledore handed the result to her, "You see it yourself, Minerva."
McGonagall gaped like a fish when she saw the result. She passed it to her other colleagues, and all of them had a similar reaction. Professor Lupin even praised him a lot. All of them were happing in the room until the result reached Snape.
Snape read the letter, until he sneered, "Trying to get special treatment, now are we, Potter?"
Harry shrugged and gave him a laugh, "It is not my fault that your Godson is an idiot."
Snape reminded sarcastically, "At least, my Godson did not get kissed by a Dementor."
Harry snorted, "Because your Godson was pissing in his pants." He said in a perfect imitation of Snape's voice.
Snape's face turned purple, "Quiet!" He barked.
Harry looked at him dumbly, then snorted, "Do you think I would shut up if you order me to? No, I won't. Now let me tell you something, at least Dementor tried to kiss me. Even a Dementor would not kiss you."
Snape was lost words, he took out his wand, and pointed his wand to Potter only to find his wand was already pointed at his throat.
Dumbledore's eyes lost twinkling, as he stood up with a grunt. "Severus, Harry. Please refrain yourselves from doing anything wrong here!" He chastised them both.
Harry looked cautious, but removed his wand, as Snape breathed heavily. The rest of the Professors were too shocked to do anything
Dumbledore calmed himself as he looked at him, patiently, "Now Harry, you do not need to attend fourth-year classes for Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and DADA." Harry nodded and looked at Dumbledore to continue, "Now, I must warn you, a mass murderer is on loose and he is after you only. Be very careful."
Harry radiated his aura, "Do not worry Headmaster if I ever stumble path across that traitor I will personally execute him." He said in a wave of faux anger.
Again everyone was shocked by the anger Harry possessed. Once the situation calmed down, Harry decided to ask for Mira. The snake slithered out at the edge of sleeves yet not visible to all.
"Emm. Headmaster I would like to ask for my familiar." He said in a somewhat reluctant manner.
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Which familiar?" He asked him.
"Mira, come out," Harry told the snake in Parseltongue as she slithered out from his sleeves showing her beautiful skin to everyone.
Every single person present in the room lost their minds. They all gaped at the sight of the snake coming out of the sleeves of Boy Who Lived.
"Y-you are a P-Parselmouth," Lupin spluttered out, looking terrified.
"I am," he admitted without a shame, he continued, "And this is Mira. A King Cobra."
Everyone's gaping continued until Dumbledore spoke who was most calm kept his cool, "Well, this is truly an odd familiar. But let me check if you have a familiar bond."
Harry just shrugged in response, and let him do his work. After few spells on Mira and Harry, who petted her throughout the process. Dumbledore intervened, "It looks like you two indeed have a familiar bond."
Harry gave him a look which said 'I told you so.' Dumbledore coughed before continuing, "I have no problem with you keeping her until she bites anyone."
Nodding in the response, Harry left the office, leaving a thoughtful Dumbledore.
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The days seemed to pass quickly with Harry training and relaxing. He was still not going to Gryffindor Dormitories and was sleeping in Room Of Requirement. Harry had decided to capture the rat a little between the month as it would not attract a lot of attention.
The rumors spread quickly at how the Boy Who Lived had saved the students from Dementors. But this rumor was overshadowed by the rumor that said Boy Who Lived had a snake as a pet. The Gryffindors were thinking, his mere existence was Dark. They had begun calling him 'Dark Lord Potter,' this group was led by Ron Weasley. If Harry was being honest then he did like the sound of 'Dark Lord Potter.'
He and Sirius were communicating with a Barn Owl, named Hermes which he had purchased from the pet shop as Hedwig was too recognizable. He had taken his OWL's was now known by almost everyone at Hogwarts.
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Hermione Granger watched her best friend now former, hanging around his new friends were Slytherin. She had feared and dreaded this day, but alas! The day had come. She feared that one day Harry would leave her and Ron, and the day had come.
She had always feared that one day Harry would not need her, and the day was here. It still hurt her, that how her best friend was not hanging with her but some other peoples.
She always liked how protective Harry was over her. Just thinking about spread warmth over her chest. She always saw Harry as her Big brother. A Big Brother that had always saved her no matter what the situation was.
But now the Big Brother had gone, and perhaps he would never come again. She still yearned how Harry would request her to join him in any activity.
With Harry gone, Ron had started to drift apart from her. Perhaps, he also did not need her now. It still saddened her that how her two best friends were no longer with her.
She thought of approaching them but then she was scared. Scared of something bad happening. Scared they might start to hate her. Scared that she would all alone...again. Where was her Gryffindor bravery? Gryffindors were supposed to be brave, right? Then where was her bravery?
She watched them laugh, play, and hang out together.
Envy.
Envy filled inside her. The envy of wanting mates. The envy of wanting friends. The envy of wanting Harry like a brother. Fresh tears started to brim in her eyes by just watching them
She placed her hand over her cheeks and wept silently.
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The days flew in a blink of eyes. Harry was joining the sixth year in their classes. Everyone was bothered that how he was getting special treatment, except the people he was joining. The sixth-years were least bothered by his presence.
It was time for Professor Lupin's first Defense class. He thought of approaching Lupin but canceled it after. He would only talk to him if the Werewolf wanted. He did not have any problem with Lupin being Werewolf.
Professor Lupin suddenly appeared in front of nowhere. Obviously Disslussionment Charm. One of the students commented too who was a Ravenclaw, "It is Not-to-notice me. I have read about it."
Lupin smiled at him, "Excellent. Take 5 points to Ravenclaw." The Ravenclaw beamed with pride and graciously accepted the points.
Lupin brought a heavy-looking cupboard in front of the class and took a deep breath. He looked at the class and asked, "Can anyone tell what is this?" He looked all around the class.
Since no one was answering, Harry replied, "That's a Boggart," His voice was bland and toneless.
Lupin grinned and nodded, "Correct, Mister Potter." He agreed, though he did notice Harry's toneless voice, he continued to inquire, "Now can anyone tell me what a Boggart looks like?"
A girl who was wearing Slytherin robes instantly answered, "No one knows...what a Boggart looks like. They are shape-shifters and take a form..."
"Take the form of whatever the person fears the most," He continued for her, "now, there is a way to deal with a boggart. And that's laughter, see enough of it finished the boggart off as they thrive on fear. There is a spell we have to use, it's called 'Riddikulus', say it with me, class, 'Ridikulus'." He finished his sentence, as he glanced at class to repeat.
"Ridikulus," The class repeated after him.
"The class is Ridiculous," A student whispered at the back.
"Now, the incantation is not enough, as I said before, what finished a boggart off is laughter. You need to force it to take a form that you find funny, let's have a volunteer. Hmm, Andrew, how about you? Come up here please," Andrew meekly made his way to the Boggart "now Andrew, what frightens you the most?"
"A Dementor." He whispered but the entire class was able to hear what he said.
Professor Lupin nodded, "Understandable." He continued, "Now when I open the cupboard I want you to take out your wand, and say the incantation...Are you ready?" He questioned the last part aloud, Andrew nodded.
Lupin opened the cupboard, a Dementor was unleashed in front of them, Andrew waved his wand, his voice cracked ever so slightly, but he managed to utter out, "Ridikulus." As he spoke those words, the Dementor was turned into Professor Snape wearing female robes.
The entire class roared laughter, even the Slytherins. Professor Lupin chuckled a bit, "Excellent Andrew, excellent," He praised, he looked at the entire class and commanded, "Now, I want you all to make a line."
The entire class formed a line and began taking their turns for Boggart. The Boggart turned into Spider, Mummy, a Harpy, a werewolf (Harry noticed Professor Lupin flinching slightly,) Acormatula. Finally, it was Harry's turn.
Making his face expressionless, Harry went in front of the Boggart. The Boggart began to change, the atmosphere of the class was almost freezing. Lightning started to roar rapidly. After a few minutes, he got to see his Boggart is 'Harry' himself.
But...
This Harry was different, he had a Murderous Aura surrounded him. His eyes were Demon Red, there was blood in his hands, shirt, pants, and two wands were pointed toward the real Harry. The wands were dipped in blood.
The entire class was shocked to see the condition of the Boggart, even Professor Lupin was intrigued. Harry raised an eyebrow for an explanation but since none came, he asked, "Who are you?"
The Boggart laughed- somewhat Diabolically?- at him, "Me?" He snarled at him, "You don't know me!" He exclaimed with anger. At his nod, he told manically, "I am you, but more accurately I am your hate."
Harry looked intrigued, he placed one of his fingers on his chin, "You are my Hate."
He nodded whilst glaring at him, "I am your hate. The same hate you hide from everyone. The same hate you have locked at the corner of your mind. The same hate which you want to unleash but never do. I am your hate. The same hate which tells you to kill everyone in this world, every death eater, every innocent, every parent because you never had any parent. I am You, and You are me!"
By now every head in the classroom was gaping at the site. Professor Lupin's eyes bulged out of its socket.
The Boggart said eventually, "But...there can be only one personality at a time. Only one personality rules the entire body at a time, and I would be the one to rule you. For that," a sinister grin made its way to his face, "You have to die...Avada-"
The entire class screamed when they heard the first syllable of the spell. Professor furiously took out his wand and was ready to cast a spell when Harry blasted the Boggart on the cupboard, he placed his wand on the Boggart's throat and dangerously whispered, "And now listen here, Hate, I would be the one to rule this body!"
In the class every single mouth was hung open, Harry glanced around the class. "Will you lot stop staring?" Were his words, before he left the class.
Author's Note (Important)
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