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Chapter 2
The next day
After a nervous night in the Slytherin dormitories, with many questions being asked about what would happen the next day at 7:30 in the morning the Slytherin 6th year boys' dormitories opened, and the 5 boys made their way to the great hall. As they walked, they attracted a crowd that seemed to get bigger, so much so that by the time they reached their table the entire hall was sitting in silence waiting for the main person to arrive. As they all began their breakfast the professors walked to their table and began their own meals to start their day. Every few minutes or so one student would check their watches awaiting that magical number of half 8. At 8 o'clock Harry Potter walked into the hall to utter silence and sat down nonchalantly and began his own breakfast seemingly unconcerned by the looks he was receiving from various other students and staff members. At 8:20 Harry looked up at the 5 boys and said "10 minutes left boys, if you change your mind and admit your guilt nothing will happen to you except your arrest and incarceration in Azkaban. You never know, they may put you in the same cell as your fathers"
"Maybe that mudblood mother of yours passed on some birth defects that affects your hearing, but you can do nothing Potter" Malfoy sneered. "weren't you listening yesterday? Not even your precious headmaster will do anything"
"Your funeral" harry shrugged and carried on with his meal "you are all only children, aren't you?"
"Yes, what of it Potter?" Nott replied
At 8:30 Harry dove into his bag and pulled out 5 separate envelopes
"Dobby" Harry said
Dobby the house elf pooped into the hall at Harrys side "Yes Mr Harry Potter Sir, what can dobby do to help?"
"I need you to take these to the owlery and post these 5 letters. They're for the current Heads of the families of Zabini, Nott, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. I believe that it should all the Matriarchs considering that all of their fathers are in Azkaban expect Zabini. Can you do that for me?" Harry asked
"Right away Mr Harry Potter sir!" Dobby replied scooping up the letters and popping away
"What the hell Potter? What was in those letters?" Malfoy shouted
"Oh, they were just letters expressing my condolences at the loss of their heirs due to their own stupidity and that if they'd had taken the opportunity to confess then they would still be alive" Harry Replied
Everyone in the hall was silent waiting to see what would happen next.
"But we're alive" Crabbe said looking confused
"Yes you are, for now" Harry replied getting up and moving the centre of the room "but were going to rectify that right now" turning to Snape and Dumbledore he looked at the both and said "now remember professors, you two could have stopped this yesterday, instead your inaction has caused me to take action and their futures or lack thereof are solely your fault" Harry shook out his hand revealing two rings on his fingers that had previously been disillusioned, Dumbledore, Snape and the 5 boys seeing what they were paled as they realised where this was going
"Heir Nott, Heir Malfoy, Heir Crabbe, Heir Goyle and Heir Zabini!" Harry said Authoritatively unmasking his magic and taking out a silver knife. The magic was felt immediately, some groaning at the pressure with a few people fainting from it "I Harry James Potter-Black, Head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble houses of Potter and Black do hereby charge you with attempted murder upon my person. You 5 not only were stupid enough to attack a Head of House but two of them! I declare Blood Feud with all your houses!" with that Harry sliced into his palm, to gasps around the hall to those who knew what was coming. letting his blood drip to the floor where it infused with his magic creating rotating rings around him as he spoke "I challenge you all to a duel where only death or incurable incapacitation will end it, one week from now to be done in the Wizengamot chambers. As the challenger I stipulate the rules. You may NOT have a champion take your place, you may NOT harm yourself to try and get out of said duel, if you do magic will declare your lives forfeit. With magic as my witness So mote it be!"
All the way through Harry's speech magic was building up around not only him but the 5 heirs as well. As it reached its crescendo it reacted with Harrys final words and settled over the 5 students dancing over their skin before settling on them
"Expecto Patronum" Harry cried as a silver Grim came pouring out of Harrys wand shocking him. "Of course. Padfoot." He said with a sad smile. Turning to the students in question he said "Magic has clearly found my cause just. You 5 have a week to sort out your affairs."
Turning to a still shellshocked Dumbledore harry said "I expect you or I will be receiving messages off 5 crying women in the next hour or so. Send Fawkes to find me if it's you. But be sure to let them see the pensieve memory Dumbledore of you and Snape interfering and not doing anything to stop this. Magic found my cause just and I will not be backing down from this, so don't bother sending me messages of calling this off. These 5 bastards deserve what I'm going to do with them. And I will be sending Voldemort a message at the same time. The message is this 'to all who are thinking of or who do support him, your deaths by my hand will not make me sad and I will no longer second guess myself before taking action. You chose to follow the madman and if the deaths of all his followers' heirs are what it takes for them to rebel against him then so be it" he's taken enough from me for this vengeance to be more than fair"
With that Harry strode out of the room towards the second-floor bathroom, entering the Chamber of Secrets where Harry had built his base over the last few years. He reflected on how this came to be due to his involvement in the Tri-Wizard tournament and him needing to find somewhere where he could train and practice his magic without being targeted for others' perceived insults. Going to the centre of the room where a ritual circle had been painstakingly drawn, he sat down in the middle, let loose his magic and meditated to calm himself down. For the last few years of doing this he'd found that he had a much better grasp of his magic than he had ever done before, lamenting the fact he'd never been told about it but grateful that Magic seemed to love him. Harry still didn't know why but stopped questioning it after a while and accepted that he'd never be normal. Because of this revelation he stopped holding back on trying to be ordinary. He was extra-ordinary; Magic had given him this gift. And he'd be damned before he let some whiskered old codger or a crazy, red-eyed madman take it from him. He was Harry Potter. And the world better sit up and realise it. Quickly.