Author's note:

To hnh058513: "I make no promises on that. It's like telling a child not to go somewhere and they go anyway."

That's all, enjoy the chapter!

"Wizards use parchment instead of regular paper?" Harry eyed the stack of faded papers with distaste as he sat down to start his assignments. "Apparently they consider plain white paper to 'muggle' to be used anywhere in the magical world." Ichigo commented as he appeared beside the younger with a bundle. Harry didn't even jump as he accepted the package. "Looks like Merlin sent me something, I hope it isn't another tea set. That bloody man knowns I dislike the stuff."

Merlin had been outraged to find out that his young friend despised tea, wouldn't even give it a try. Blacky was of no help to the man, seeing as the toon drank coffee and despised tea as well. Ichigo rolled his eyes before bidding the younger goodbye. Harry waved him off before setting his package down and starting his homework.

"So how were classes brat?" Blacky poked his head out from the window, startling the pre-teen slightly. "Damn it Blacky! Can't you come in through the door like a normal person?!" The toon scoffed as he sat on the window ledge, not bothered in the slightest. "Normal? Kid I'm a bloody rabbit the size of a grown man, I'm not exactly normal." Harry wanted to remark but thought better and answered the toon's earlier question. "The classes were alright, though History of Magic is pretty dull."

"That's the class with the ghost teacher right? Better not tell Ichigo that or he'll want to preform a Konso on the man and then we'll have the whole school on our asses." Harry chuckled softly at the thought.

"There's also that greasy man who teaches potions, the bastard doesn't like me for some reason." Blacky's eyebrows raised at the mischievous look in the boy's eyes. 'This brat would get along so well with Naruto.' A cold sweat formed over him. 'Let's not let those two meet for a while longer.'

"I don't like the look in your eyes boy, they only spell disaster for me and those involved." "I like the look, let's prank that greasy bat!" Bendy appeared beside Blacky, demonic grin stretched wide.

Misfit cooed from his place on the bed, not liking the way his master suddenly grinned like the demon toon. "We'll send this school straight to hell." Blacky prayed silently for the safety of the students. 'This is gonna be a nightmare.'

Harry cackled lowly from his spot at the Hufflepuff table, scaring those who were closest to him. "What's got you scheming so early in the morning?" Cedric, the only one not affected by the pre-teen's aura, sat beside him and helped himself to a plate of eggs. "My master sent me a few things I didn't realise I needed. Like real paper." After an hour of scheming Harry had finally opened the package Merlin had sent.

Luckily it wasn't tea, but a box of paper. 'Wizarding schools only use parchment paper, so I sent a few stacks of drawing paper to ease you of worry. The box is self-filling so you never run out of paper! Cause mayhem in the school and give old Dumbles a heart-attack!' Harry had put the paper to good use, drawing plans and small little stick figures that ran amuck in the Hufflepuff dorms.

The package also came with a small wizarding dictionary that translated words he didn't understand into ones he could, like how that blonde ferret called the girl he met at the train-station a 'Mudblood' Which earned him several large black bats to attack him and forced him to re-treat. The teachers couldn't find who transfigured them and Harry had growled at the words they called his drawings.

"Transfiguration?! How dare they compare my art with such a basic thing? At least my work comes to life!" He had steered clear from the class that very day, earning himself a detention, which he ignored. Cedric nodded, clueless on what the boy was talking about until two red-heads popped over.

"We couldn't but over hear-"

"That you're scheming something?My brother and I-"

"Are Hogwarts resident pranksters-"

"Forge and Greg Weasley!" Harry looked between the identical twins before a grin stretched out over his face. "You lot know your way around Howash?" They looked offended.

"Know our way? Why we know the place like the back of each other's hands!" "How else would we be able to do our pranks?" His grin grew. "I'm in need of some help, you in?" Forge turned to his brother.

"Why Greg, I've never met a Hufflepuff so insane before."

"He should have been sorted with us." They stuck out their hands and Harry shook them both. "Name's Harry, let's burn the school to the ground." Cedric shivered in dread as the first-year and the two third-years began to plot together.

'And I thought this year would be a quiet year, there goes that dream.'

Blacky found himself once again lost in the Forbidden Forest, seeing as he was dragged in by the bloody centaurs because they thought he was a threat. Now Blacky wasn't a violent toon by nature, but being shot by arrows and bound by ropes really took him back to the darker times of his life.

He had snapped his bounds easily and challenged the head of the centaurs to a fight. The bloody creature was so damn prideful that he enjoyed materializing a large sword and beating him within an inch of his life.

"You're lucky I don't want to get my fur dirty with your blood least you'd be dead by my feet." The leader had yelled and asked him why he was spared. Blacky looked over his shoulder, golden eyes turned to slits before he changed.

The centaurs reared back in shock as where there once was a large rabbit, a man took his place. Sharp blue-green eyes danced over them, piercing into their souls and making them fall to their knees. "I do not kill for pleasure Magorian of the Forbidden Forest Colony, killing you wouldn't do a damn thing." He turned to leave the colony when a centaur asked for his name.

"My name?" He kept his back to them as he mulled over the thought. "I go by Blacky." Blacky turned slightly to face the speaker. "But before that I was known as Max Wolfgang. The forgotten artist." He gave them a sharp grin before vanishing from sight. After dodging past several groups of large spiders Blacky found himself in a clearing where a herd of unicorns were grazing.

"Why couldn't they look like My Little Ponies? At least those ones talked." The herd ignored him for the most part as he had reverted back into his usual form, instead the young fillies and foals came bounding over to play.

'Well,' He thought as one cheeky foal nipped his nose. 'Harry can deal without me for a night, hope he hasn't burned Hogwarts to the ground yet.'