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Mrs. J.K., The saying: The road to hell is paved with good intentions? It goes for Canon too. When I start typing, canon is drifting aside and I end up with my favorite girls, but then again: for free…

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Penelope smiled and answered: "That is alright Heir Potter, it is nice to hear a compliment once in a while."

Tracey pinched me in my side: "No flirting with other girls Harry, that gives the wrong impression." Damn, one day and already jealous? That is fast. I leaned over to Tracey and whispered: "Then flirting is allowed with you both?" Hah! I got her blushing!

Daphne softly said: "It is allowed and expected Harry." Crap! What contract did I sign again? Was there fine print?

2 First year. Trolling.

History was fun, I noticed my classmates taking notes like crazy, trying to follow Bins droning about Goblins. I nudged the girls and followed Bins's words from the textbook he recited word for word with my finger, after twenty minutes in class I stage whispered: "I think he is trained to recite from the books."

Hermione froze up, checked her book with her notes, and scowled. She still has trouble with her quill and her notes and hands are full of ink stains. One by one the others stopped taking notes and followed Bins reciting the book.

I said out loud: "We can use this hour to study, I already memorized half of this book." Bins just droned on, I commented out loud: "Even this book is not about History, I checked every course book, and it is all propaganda against Goblins." Everyone started to page through the course book, it was filled with Goblins and their uprisings.

Soon we were discussing the textbook with each other and discussed the accuracy. I stated: "If they want to let us believe that the only thing our ancestors did was fight some Goblins, what else are they hiding? Is the school not proud of our ancestors?" Bins never stopped talking, completely forgotten.

Xxxxx

Next was Charms with the Puffs, we followed Penelope, still a nice ass and legs, to Flitwick's classroom.

The poor dude got assaulted by my classmates about Bins. Hermione summed it up: "What use is a teacher if the only thing he does is reciting from a book? We can read that for ourselves. I tried to ask Professor Bins a question, but he looked at me and continued his reciting. Did my parents pay for this?"

Flitwick was sweating bullets, normally this talk happens after the new year, not on the first day.

I said to Hermione: "That is to save money, miss Granger, did you see the outfit of the headmaster? That must have cost a fortune." In other words, Dumbledore is embezzling from school.

Ten minutes later he could start on wand safety and Magic Theory on Charms, that lesson was interesting, so I did not interrupt it. I was still dead set on Wandless magic, so I compared Flitwick's words with the book about wandless. I am certain I have it learned in our third year.

Flitwick ended with teaching Lumos to us. A spell found in my household spell books. It is amazing what useful spells you can find in those books. I have one on cooking, gardening, grooming, maintenance, and cleaning. With a bit of imagination, that is all you need to know to survive in this world. My Lumos was first, and the brightest, and I got my first points! This is so cool, I received points in bloody Hogwarts!

When class ended Flitwick held me back, Daphne and Tracey stood by my side. I said to Flitwick: "Miss Greengrass and Miss Davis are my Allies, I have no knowledge of this world and they are assisting me to help me understand. You can say everything to me in their presence Sir.

If I must guess, the headmaster wants to discuss my Alliance with Heiress Davis and Heiress Greengrass."

Tracey commented: "Sir, you must have noticed the grave crimes the headmaster committed to Heir Potter? Letting the last Heir of such an important House grow up with abusive muggle relatives is unforgivable. We demand to be present with every meeting Heir Potter has with the faculty."

Go, Tracey! Pound him into the ground! Flitwick almost groaned, usually, those types end up in Slytherin.

Flitwick sighed and said: "I'll accompany you right after dinner to the headmaster's office Heir Potter."

Daphne tilted her head and said: "We will be ready Professor." These girls are worth their weight in gold!

We hurried to the great hall for lunch where we heard Hermione complain about Bins to the grinning upper years. Roger Davis, Tracey's elder brother, complimented Hermione: "Congratulations Miss Granger, this is the fastest of the current years that noticed it. We are impressed."

Tracey bragged: "Heir Potter pointed it out to us in the first five minutes."

Hermione protested: "No, it was a half hour at least!"

I shrugged: "I was giving you all a chance to find it out yourselves. After all, things you learn for yourself are easier to remember than the things you are told."

An upper year asked: "Who said that quote?"

I looked at him and answered: "I don't know, there are seven billion people in this world, so someone must have said it once or twice."

After lunch, we had potions, so we had to do those stairs to our dorm, I felt sorry for the girls and put featherweight charms on their book bags. Tracey smiled and joked: "I knew you would be handy to have around."

I grinned and said: "I can do better my lovely maiden, if you noticed my book bag, it has an extension charm and a weightless charm on it. I carry all my books in my bag and don't need to do all those stairs."

Daphne asked: "Then why are you doing them?" I shrugged: "I like the company, they are smart, witty, and pretty." Ah! Two blushing maidens. That is one expected flirt for the Alliance. They are happy with it too.

Xxxxx

Potions… basically cooking with magic, using disgusting ingredients. Snape did his grand entrance, complete with the billowing cloak, the naffer repeated the stuff from Canon word for word.

"Ah, Potter, our new celebrity." I cut him off and said: "Thank you sir, but I am new to this fame, treat me like any other student please."

That was not what he expected, he tried again: "Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root to an infusion of wormwood?" I answered: "Nothing to be proud about... sir, it needs more ingredients to make a drought of the living dead. I believe we learn that in the third year… Sir."

That cut him short, it was the second time I took him by surprise: "Ten points from Ravenclaw for showing off." I asked: "You are taking points for answering correctly… Sir?"

"Twenty points from Ravenclaw for disturbing my class. You are just as arrogant as your father." Snape felt good when he took points from me… don't tell me those fan fictions were right? He wants to be my... Daddy?

Daphne came to my rescue: "Sir, we will dispute those points before the board of Governors. This is unprofessional behavior. We will deliver the complaint in threefold as is required according to the school rules." Go my lioness! Rip him in pieces! Roar!

Snape didn't have a comeback the Greengrass family had a lot of power and potter is hiding behind her skirt. With a move from his wand, he said: "The recipe is on the board, you have one hour."

Hermione fumed: "Sir? First, it is Professor Bins that recites from the books, now you are doing the same? I could do this at home! I miss high school to study magic, and now you show me I can home school this?"

I added: "That is true! Where is the explanation on how to prepare the ingredients? Cauldron safety? How and why do we need to stir the potion? We get better explanations in a cooking class." I better take the heat from Hermione, she is a muggle-born without the backing of Allies.

Snape fumed: "Fifty points from Ravenclaw for disrespecting me."

I shrugged: "Make that a hundred… sir, there was more than the fifty points worth of disrespect."

Snape yelled: "A hundred points from Ravenclaw and detention for a month Potter!"

Tracey dryly commented: "We will file this dispute with the previous complaint Sir, in threefold of course. I think I'll send a memory of this to my parents. This is hardly professional behavior."

Daphne added: "If this is the level of education of Hogwarts, then I might follow Heir Potter to Ilvermorny… sir." Burn! Take that grease ball.

Snape lost it: "Class dismissed!" He turned and left with a billowing cloak.

I commented: "Daphne? Did you see that cloak move? I know the spell for it, I am going to try it on me, tell me if it works." I had fun spelling all cloaks to billow, even the puffs wanted to learn that spell.

Xxxxx

At dinner, the Claws were back to zero points, the loss of a hundred and eighty points on one afternoon was discussed, and my classmates explained it all, causing the Claws to revolt. Getting punished for answering correctly is against all things Ravenclaw stands for.

Poor Flitwick took another bashing. Tracey handed his copy of the disputes: "No hard feeling sir, we learned a lot in your class, but we are still discussing who is the worst teacher, Professor Bins or Snape."

After dinner, Flitwick guided us to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore's eyes lost the twinkle when he saw Daphne and Tracey. I lost my twinkle when I spotted the grease ball.

Dumbledore said: "Miss Greengrass and Miss Davis, your presence here is not needed lease return to your common room. Professor Flitwick will guide you there." that is a smooth trick, getting rid of three at the same time.

I cut him off: "They stay here headmaster, if one has to go then it is Professor Snape, last time I checked I am a Ravenclaw. My Allies are staying. Now, why are you calling me here for? It is not even one day in school."

Dumbledore: "Harry my boy…" I held my hand up and stopped him right there: "I am not your boy, sir nor did I give you permission to call me Harry. Keep it on a professional level please."

Snape could not keep quiet: "You arrogant brat! You are as worse than your spoiled father."

I shot back: "What do you know whether I am spoiled or not? Do you think Aunt Petunia spoiled me? Now headmaster what is the reason you called me here?"

Dumbledore was surprised by my defiance: "I called you here to discuss the Alliance you made without my approval Harry."

I interrupted again: "I don't need your approval, Albus. This is between Houses Greengrass, Davis, and Potter there is no Dumbledore."

Dumbledore frowned: "I am your magical guardian Harry, and address me as headmaster. All issues concerning you need my approval."

I shrugged: "You call me Harry, I call you Albus. So the issue of me, being dropped on my aunt's doorstep without knocking on the door was approved by you? Or that I had to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs? Did you approve of the beatings when I did accidental magic? Did you approve that I thought my name was freak until I went to school? Keep your nose out of my business Albus, you were useless for the ten years I needed your approval and help. House Greengrass and Davis helped me more in one day than you in ten years. Tell me, Snape, do you still think I am a pampered boy?"

I turned around and left. Daphne and Tracey followed, at the door, Daphne said: "A memory of this conversation is going to my father, good day, Mr. Dumbledore, I've lost all my respect for you."

Flitwick followed, he too stopped in the doorway: "Albus, even when half of what Mr. Potter said is true then you are lucky he didn't turn into an obscuros. I fear Lord Greengrass' response to your attempt to break that alliance. And Severus? Those three are off-limits for you. No matter how much you hated James, you can't take your revenge on his son. That makes you worse than James."

Xxxxx

Everything settled after that, we used Bin's hour to do a combined study hour with the puffs, Snape did some effort at teaching after a meeting with the board of Governors. The Stuttering Turban… meh I ignored him.

We were good at our spells, we managed them after only a few tries, Hermione wormed her way into our little group, she contributed a lot once she lost her trust in the staff, our group grew with Padma and Su Li.

At Halloween, I kept a good look at who is missing at the table. When Stuttering Turban barged into the Great Hall yelling "Troll!" and faked fainting, I sprinted to him and put my hands on his throat: "Sir are you alright?" I moved my fingers and put them on his eyes and opened them. By now his skin was burning, with a good grab on his throat as a parting gift, I caught the last command of Dumbledore to move to the dorms.

With a sonorus, I called: "Hufflepuff and Slytherin are in the dungeons, you idiot! Do you want them to die? Everyone stay here and look who is missing!" Now I hope Ron didn't bully someone else.

Stuttering Turban was smoking, his skin and throat slowly turned to dust. With a last scream, a black cloud with Voldy's face floated out of the Hall. I spotted Susan Bones and said to her: Can you call your aunt? This is an emergency." Susan nodded and broke a crystal on her necklace.

I rushed to the twins and said: "Check your map for the troll and for students out of the hall. I explain later, check your map now."

A few seconds later they said: "The troll is on the second floor, there is nobody around. Ah! The teachers found him."

Fred: "We expect"

George: "An explanation Heir"

Fred: "Potter."

I grinned: "Mischief managed guys."

When I returned to the girls, only Daphne and Tracey noticed my actions, both grabbed an arm and pulled me aside. Daphne asked: "what did you do to Quirrel? He went up in smoke!"

If they would be a few years older I would enjoy their grip on my arms more, I answered: "I saw that fool with his fake stutter stage fainting, and wanted to mess with him a bit by slapping his face, and searching for a heartbeat until I heard the idiot order Hufflepuff and Slytherin to the dungeon where the troll was supposed to be. So I objected and canceled his command."

Tracey sighed: "You truly are a Hero." I agreed: "Yes, better even, I am your Hero, we have a contract remember?" They grabbed me tighter and giggled.

The doors of the great hall slammed open and a team of Aurors barged in, followed by a woman with a monocle and an impressive rack. She went straight away to Susan Bones for an explanation. While the Aurors asked the upper years what was going on. I saw Susan extract a memory, Madam Bones stored it in a vial. After that Susan pointed at me.

Madam Bones approached me, up close those tits are drawing the attention away from the monocle. Two pinches brought me back to reality. Madam Bones said: "Heir Potter, I have to thank you for protecting the students from harm. If the students encounter a Troll, then there would be injuries or causalities. Heiress Bones also said you were close to Professor Quirrel when he burned up, can you explain what happened?

Of course, I am happy to frame the goat: "Madam Bones, when Professor Quirrell stormed into the Great Hall he yelled "Troll in the dungeons" and he fainted, I wanted to make sure he was alright and not hit his head on the floor, so I rushed to him and put my hands on his neck to search for a heartbeat, then I lifted his eyelids but he looked me straight in the eye.

Then that moment I heard the idiot order the students to their dorms. I canceled that order to prevent them from meeting that Troll. I think it is the Troll they keep on the third floor behind the Cerberus and the Devils Snare.

I think it is a part of an obstacle course for the upper-year students, but first years can compete too. I managed to bypass the Cerberus, and the Devil snare is easy too but getting back out is causing me trouble, so I haven't been down there."

Yes! Throw Albus under the bus! Run him over with Truck San! Madam Bones was digesting my statement. Finally, she asked: "How do you know there is a Troll down there?"

I shrugged: "Deduction madam, the first obstacle came from Hagrid, I think its name is Fluffy, the second is from Professor Sprout, so I guess there are other Professors contributing, how else would a Troll find its way inside? There are wards against them I hope."

Madam Bones shouted: "Shacklebolt! Robarts! Dawlish! Go to the third floor and inspect what is going on in this mad house! Heir Potter? Can you provide that memory?"

I might as well do that, I inspected the third floor to make sure Canon was still going strong. So I played a little music and inspected the hatch, like I said, there was no ladder to get back up. I extracted the memory, Tracey and Daphne taught me that and handed it to Madam Bones.

Xxxxx

The aftermath was devastating for the staff, they got their ears waxed in front of the students, especially Dumbledore and his idiot command, she shouted at him: "If even a first-year student knows where the dorms of other houses are, why in Morgana's name would you sent half of your students to their death? Are you getting senile?"

Dumbledore saw me smirk at him, my occlumency is at a stage that I can feel the probes, and Dumbledore probed. I touched my head and shouted out loud: "Headmaster? Did you just use Legilimency on me? That is highly illegal!"

Dumbledore was caught red-handed right in front of Madam Bones, he back paddled: "That must be your imagination, Harry."

I told him: "It is Heir Potter or Mr. Potter to you, Albus! I studied occlumency and felt your probe."

Madam Bones fumed: "Albus Dumbledore! You are to get a medical examination at St Mungos. Right now, Robarts will accompany you there. If you don't comply then I will call the board and demand your resignation. What will it be? Remember, the students you sent to the Troll have several Heirs from important houses in them Including my niece."

Ah, that made my day. I gave Daphne and Tracey a one-armed hug and said: "Have I told you today how happy I am for having you both at my side? Thank you both for teaching me." They blushed, so my flirt of the day was done.

Dumbledore called in some favors, and the next day he sat on his throne again. Griffindor followed my girl's footsteps and filed one dispute after another, on my advice sending a copy to madam Longbottom along with a memory of how Neville is treated by Snape.

Dumbledore called a lot of favors to keep his butt boy in school. Snape started teaching after Granny Longbottom was done with him.

Life was good after that, Now that Voldy was out, I went to the Room of Requirement and tested it out. The day after I showed the room to Daphne and Tracey, and demonstrated it. We entered a cozy room with couches, a fireplace, and some bookshelves

I spread my arms and dramatically said: "Behold Rowena's secret chamber!" Daphne was not impressed: "It is just a room Harry."

I grinned: "Oh yeah? Close your eyes, please. No peaking Tracey… Now open your eyes."

Before their eyes was a beach with waves rolling in. slack-jawed they went to the water and tasted it, real salt water? I said: "I don't recommend drinking or eating any of this, it is not real. Now, have you ever heard of a bikini? There are some on that stand."

Tracey and Daphne walked dazed to the stand, an assortment of bathing suits was waiting, from teeny-weeny to full-body suits. At my command, two rooms appeared to change, a few minutes later I was on the beach, having fun with the girls and enjoying the view.

An hour later we left the room, I asked: "Do we tell anyone? Tracey slapped my arm: "You want to see other girls in their bathing suits?"

I shot back: "Why would I want that? I have already the two most beautiful girls in school that I can feast my eyes on." That was a successful flirt of the day.

Saturday after dinner was beach time, the questions where we go I answered: "It is the weekly meeting of the Alliance." That was true in a way.

When Christmas came up, Daphne invited me over to her place. Of course, when I signed up, I was notified that I was not allowed. When I asked McGonagall why they refuse me to visit a House of my Alliance, she answered: "It is not safe for you."

Daphne raged: "Are you implying that House Greengrass are criminals Professor? Who fooled you to believe that?" McGonagall said stiffly: "I owe it to his parents to keep him safe."

I was fuming: "Madam McGonagall! You dumped me at my magic-hating relatives to get abused for ten years, and now you are owing it to my parents to keep me from my friends? ARE YOU CRAZY? I will go to the Greengrasses, I dare you to try and stop me!"

McGonagall was shocked by my outburst, I added: "The headmaster can't manipulate me anymore Madam, don't go down with him. I have an Alliance with House Greengrass and House Davis, it is in the contract that we can't harm each other or their House. So if you worry about my safety, then knock some sense in that old man's head." Hey, I am getting better at my rants.

Xxxxx

The train ride was fun, the Greengrasses were a nice family, Astoria greeted me with a stack of books to sign, much to Daphne's embarrassment, I shrugged and signed them.

I had a serious talk with Lord Davis and Greengrass about the living conditions at the Dursleys, I provided some memories from my time there, a beating from my uncle where he was raging about finding me on the doorstep with a note, Petunia teaching a little kid to prepare breakfast, dear Dudley and his Harry hunt. And a visit to my cupboard.

Lord Greengrass called Madam Bones and child services. Yes, they have them.

When Lord Greengrass showed the memories, the woman from child services asked me: "Did you never report it?"

I shook my head: "Some teachers noticed it, a few days later they transferred to another school." I showed my letter from Hogwarts: "I hid the first letter, anything with magic on got me a beating, the next day there were two letters, I got those too, the next day four, they moved me to the smallest bedroom, eight letters, the day after the front lawn was crowded with owls. We packed and ran away.

Hagrid picked me up and took me to Diagon Alley, when he put me on the train to the Dursleys, I left at the next station and went back to the Leaky Cauldron.

I asked Tom to keep me a secret, and I spend a month in Diagon Alley. I discovered nutrient and growth potions and have been using them to correct my body to normal."

I presented the letter from Hogwarts, which got them in a frenzy, I provided the memory of the owls on the lawn. And the trip to Diagon Alley with Sirius's bike.

Finally, Madam Bones asked: 'Cyrus? Can you call your healer, please? I want a full report on his physical condition."

When the healer was done, my magic was unblocked, a blood tracker and a drain to blood wards removed and a foul piece of magic locked in my scar, of which I said: "Just cut it out completely."

Well, it worked, bye-bye voldy. The adults were scared out of their skin when a vapor with Voldy's face screamed and faded away.

The next day, we visited Gringotts and showed the Mail block on my body and the redirection to Dumbles. It was the day Dumbledore lost the guardianship over yours truly and a big chunk out of his vault. I was happy to let Lord Greengrass take custody of me. It felt kind of nice spending time with the family, in the evenings, I read the Harry Potter books with Astoria, she snuggled close to my side so we could read the same book, under Daphne's jealous eyes.

Tracey, a frequent visitor, chuckled each time Daphne glared, at last, she whispered: "Relax Daffy, we have him for the rest of the school year, remember the beach? Maybe we need to take the smaller bikinis."

The rest of the school year was smooth sailing, with no harassing Snape, and no death traps. I ignored every request of Dumbledore to talk to me with the same answer, make an appointment with Lord Greengrass. The Bikini's of the girls had less and less fabric, I complimented them of course, after all, it was in the contract.

After a year of working out with a potion regime, I finally reached my goal, I was a hunk! Daphne and Tracey were salivating when they looked at me. I grinned: "You know, it is allowed and expected to flirt with me too." A double hug from two girls in bikinis feels so much better.