A.N: Hi guys, a few people have made some comments so I just want to say that I have forgotten to mention that Harry constantly shifts into an older version of himself during those special moments with his various girls. Enjoy the story.

Chapter 18 -

"Miss Skeeter," A voice purred behind her ears, causing her to freeze. "I've read your latest article."

"O...oh?" She breathed out as she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

"Yes, perhaps you would like that reward I promised?" He offered. "Do you think you have earned it?"

"I...I do." She said, as bravely as she could, though there was still a tremble in her voice.

"Do you want your reward?" He asked as he planted a kiss on her neck.

"Yes," She gasped. "please!" She pleaded.

"Well seeing as you asked so nicely." Harry grinned.

Lockhart could not believe it! He was in his office panicking! How did this happen?! Rita Skeeter had somehow got the entire wizarding world to turn on him! With a single article he lost legions of devoted fans! And that meant losing a large amount of woman that would have been willing to 'reward him for his bravery and heroic deeds'.

He could not believe it! He was so stressed that he ended up pulling out his hair, which meant that he had to put on his second favourite wig.

The article revealed various things, such as each and every person whose memories he took along with each deed he took credit for! And seeing as he had gone to multiple different countries he would end up wanted for various crimes in multiple countries. If the public did not kill him then he would waste away in a prison cell. He could not go to prison! their uniforms were horrible!

"No, I have to get out of here!" Lockhart hissed to himself and quickly began packing.

"Ah hem." Someone coughed from behind him. Lockhart turned around only to suddenly fall into unconsciousness.

"My lord." The Slytherin common room chorused when Harry entered the room.

"How are we all?" Harry asked as he walked into the centre of the room, a throne rose out from behind him and Harry allowed himself to gently fall back into the throne. The quick piece of magic helped remind the first years students, and even the other older students, about how powerful he was. "Marcus Flint. Come here." Harry called.

"Yes, my lord?" Marcus Flint, sixth year Gryffindor and Slytherin quidditch team captain, spoke in a polite voice as he moved forwards.

"You do not have to kneel." Harry said, stopping Flint who was about to go down on one leg. "I simply want a report on the quidditch team."

"Well, it is done, the team is full." Marcus Flint replied.

"You have taken the time to get a reserve team ready?" Harry asked.

"Yes my lord, it was a truly brilliant suggestion of yours." Flint nodded.

"Who is on the team?" Harry asked.

"Well there is me, obviously."

"Obviously." Harry drawled.

"And there is Terrence Higgs as seeker plus Miles Bletchley for keeper, just like last year, plus our beaters are Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole, the other two chasers are Andy Holt and Madeline Diaz."

"A female on the team?" Harry asked with amusement.

"Well," Flint turned a little red. "you were right in saying that the girls could play. She was better than the other people who were trying out."

"I see," Harry said as he looked over to Madeline Diaz who blushed but met his faze. "congratulations Miss Diaz."

"T...thank you my lord." She nodded.

"I hope you won't disappoint."

"I will not." She said, quickly shaking her head.

"Good," Harry said as he turned back to Flint. "now as far as I understand it we have Higgs for seeker along with Bletchley for keeper, Derrick and Bole for beaters, with yourself, Holt and Diaz for chasers. Correct?"

"Yes. And on the reserve team we have Jeremy Hubbard for keeper, John McDonald for seeker, Christopher and Jenifer Giant for beaters, they're brother and sister, not twins but..."

"I am aware, continue." Harry said, interrupting him.

"Uh...right, well for the chasers we have Ryan King, James Manley and Draco Malfoy."

"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow, he glanced towards Malfoy whose cheeks turned slightly red. "I will assume that everyone has earned their positions with skill alone, just as I am sure that no family wealth and politics would have affected your decision Mr Flint, am I correct?"

"Oh yes! Yes!" Flint nodded quickly.

"In that case, well done Malfoy." Harry said after not detecting any lies from Flint.

"T...thank you!" Malfoy said, nodding his head.

"You are welcome, you have earned a small amount of my respect, try not to lose it." Harry replied. "Is there anything else that require my attention in regards to quidditch?"

"Huh? Uh, no." Flint said, shaking his head.

"Good, I am rather pleased with you Flint. Perhaps you would like a reward?" Harry asked in a sot voice.

"Um...yes my lord." Flint nodded.

"Step closer and close your mouth." Harry ordered. Flint nodded once more before he slowly walked forward, keeping his mouth closed as he did so. "I do hope you appreciate this, fair warning it will hurt slightly at first." Harry said as he tapped Flint on the chin.

"Huh? What do you..." Flint was cut off as a sudden pain gained quite a lot of attention as it spread all throughout his gums and teeth. Flint groaned in pain, several seconds later the pain died down. Flint looked up, realising that he had fallen onto his knees. "Huh?" Was Flint's eloquent response.

"Here you go." Harry said as he tossed Flint a mirror that he conjured.

"Hmm." Flint looked into the mirror and his eyes widened when he saw his face, he opened his mouth and was stunned into disbelief when he saw his teeth. Long gone were the horrible big teeth that made him look like a troll, now he had perfect straight and white teeth. "My lord, thank you!" Flint blurted out, his eyes not leaving the mirror.

"I am glad you are grateful Flint," Harry smiled. "I do hope you will show your appreciation by assisting me in maintaining order in Slytherin house."

"Of course." Flint nodded quickly, bowing his head down to Harry.

"Excellent, keep the mirror." Harry said. "Now, how are the first years settling down?" Harry asked John and Janine Wood, the two fifth year prefects.

"Very well so far my lord." John nodded. "Apart from a few minor incidents during the first couple of days they have all been fine."

"Do you agree?" Harry asked Janine.

"Oh yes," Janine said. "they have been well behaved, or at least as well behaved as Slytherin first years can be."

"Good." Harry said as he looked around the room but kept his eye focused on the first years. "You all need to understand, Slytherin is not just a house, it is a family. Outside of these walls your actions affect your family the same way your actions affect your parents and the same way their actions affect you. The world is not as simple as you all believe. You," Harry pointed to a male first year. "your parents have raised you to believe that being a pure blood in a family of purebloods means that you are without doubt better than those without pureblood, is that correct?"

"Yes my lord." The nervous first year nodded.

"Yet Albus Dumbledore and myself are both half-bloods," Harry pointed out. "me and Dumbledore are richer than most of you and stronger than all of you. Just like another half-blood that you all refer to as Voldemort."

"He is a halfblood?" One first year girl gasped along with many others.

"Yes, he merely used the pureblood ideology to gain supporters." Harry answered. "He is really just a halfblood named Tom Riddle junior. His mother was a squib and his father was a muggle, yet he is proof that having better blood does not mean that you are stronger magically. Ginny," Harry called. "your parents have raised you to be a nice young girl who should always act and behave like a 'light witch' should, is that correct?"

"Um, yes." Ginny nodded.

"Tell me Ginny, who are your three favourite brothers?" Harry asked.

"Um...I don't know," Ginny frowned, totally not expecting the question. "I suppose it is Bill...followed by Charlie...then it's a tie between the twins."

"Okay, let's say I killed the twins," Harry said in a calm voice and Ginny's eyes widened. "what do you think should happen to me?"

"Um...a...Azkaban?" She suggested in a meek voice.

"Yes, well that would make sense wouldn't it?" Harry replied. "But tell me, what if I bribed my way out or served a very small sentence that does not equal my actions and was let out right before I tracked Charlie down and killed him. What do you think should happen to me then?"

"Uh...I...I don't know." She said quietly, shifting on her feet.

"Do not be embarrassed, it is simply the way you are raised. Well what would you do if I killed Bill along with Charlie and the twins?"

"I...I don't know." Ginny said honestly.

"Someone who is purely on the light would suggest forgiving me and trying to redeem me." Harry spoke in a silky soft voice. "Now tell me Ginny, be honest, if I killed your brothers simply because I wanted to, would you be able to forgive me? Would you be able to forgive so easily if a random death eater took your brothers away from you?"

"N...no." Ginny said with a slight shake of her head. "I...I don't think I could."

"Imagine a death eater killed your brothers, what would you want to do?"

"I...I do not..."

"Ginny, what would you WANT to do?" Harry repeated.

"I...I would want to make them suffer." Ginny said, honestly.

"Exactly. But Dumbledore would prefer to redeem all that he can, part of the reason for Slytherin's low reputation is due to the fact that Dumbledore and our head of house have allowed us to get away with anything we want." Harry said, speaking to the room at large. "They lower punishments to the point of them being nothing more than annoyances which in turn makes us test our limits and see how much we can get away with, when we discover where our limit is we will always stay just under the limit and sometimes reach it but would be careful not to go over it in the presence of others.

If there was no laws and no rules then we would be in chaos, if certain individuals were allowed different rules to others then there would be chaos. If we continue the way that Dumbledore and the others have let us then eventually chaos will arrive on our door when people eventually get tired of it. Back to my original point, the world is not so simple. You all need to think, as a house we protect each other in school, but you all need to use this opportunity to learn what you can before you are thrust onto the world.

We are Slytherin, we are at the top, we are family. If someone harms you they harm us, if someone harms you then we return it tenfold. You affect us and vice versa. As long as I am alive Slytherin will no longer be the house of dark wizards and witches, it will be the house of greatness. The house where parents pray their kids get into. Am I understood?"

"Yes my lord." Every Slytherin in the room said at the same time.

"A little louder please." Harry said.

"Yes my lord!" The room shouted with much more enthusiasm.

"Good, now...anyone wants ice cream?" Harry asked, holding a bowl in his hand.

"Oh me please!" Luna cheered.

"My lord!" Bellatrix squealed as Harry arrived in his private room. Bellatrix quickly rushed towards him and hugged him, shoving his face into her impressive cleavage. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!"

"Shall I assume you liked my gift?" Harry chuckled once she let him have enough space to actually talk.

"Oh I love it! I have never tortured a celebrity before!" Bellatrix grinned like a child before Christmas. "I have your three girls helping me, it is a great learning experience!"

"Do you have a favourite?" Harry asked.

"Isabella." Bellatrix answered immediately.

"And I am sure that the fact that she is your adopted niece has nothing to do with it." Harry said with an amused smile.

"Of course not." Bellatrix said, faking hurt at Harry's accusation. "Now I am going back to torture him, in fact old Lucy as well."

"Any particular reason for torturing Lucius?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Do I need one?" Bellatrix raised one in return.

"Touché. Just remember to keep yourself and the girls restrained, I still have a use for Lockhart and..."

"Lucius still needs to suffer, I know." Bellatrix said with a smile. "By the Narcissa is waiting for you in the bedroom, have your fun because once I am done I am going to come up and rock your world to thank you for such a lovely gift." Bellatrix purred as she licked her lips.

"I look forward to it, now off you go." Harry said, he slapped Bellatrix on her backside as she walked off, earning a small squeak from Bellatrix who looked over her shoulder as she walked while mouthing the word 'later'.

Harry grinned and shook his head as he walked into his room, upon entering Harry found Narcissa sitting on his bed while wearing nothing but lacy red lingerie.

"Hello my lord." Narcissa purred as she locked eyes with him.

"You are insatiable." Harry smiled as his form shifted into an older Harry Potter.

"Well I have years of anger and disappointment to make up for." Narcissa shrugged. "Now how about you come here and help me with that?"

"I am not one to refuse to help a beautiful lady." Harry said as he walked towards the bed, Narcissa leaned back and lay down on the bed as Harry climbed on top of her. "And right now you are looking very beautiful."

"Tonks," Harry said as he entered an abandoned classroom only to find nobody. "Tonks." Harry called.

"Just a mo." Tonk's voice called from behind the desk.

"Are you hiding behind the desk?" Harry asked.

"No, I am getting changed behind the desk. Now just wait. Okay done, what do you think?" Tonk's said as she stood up.

"Tonks." Harry said slowly.

"Yeah?" She asked as she stood with her arms spread out.

"Is that a Catwoman costume?"

"Yeah, do you like it?" Tonks grinned as she shifted herself to look like Catwoman.

"..."

"…"

"..."

"..."

"Get on the fucking desk."

"Uh...what?" Lockhart woke up, he had felt himself be shaken awake.

Oh he hoped to anyone that was listening that it was not the same people as last time. The last time Lockhart had woken up it was to find Bellatrix Lestrange of all people torturing him along with three second year Slytherin girls. And for some reason Lucius Malfoy was trying to hide in a corner.

Lockhart sat with aching bones, wrists chained to the wall, all of his hair gone and a bleeding lip combined with many bruises on his face plus some missing teeth. Yes, it would be a long time before he would ever win another smiling contest again.

"Professor Lockhart." A soft voice brought him out of his thoughts, he looked up to see a pair of green eye staring at him. "Are you okay?"

"H...Harry Potter!" Lockhart breathed out in relief. "You'll save me! You...you...you'll save me!" Lockhart cried tears of joy.

"Of course sir," Harry said as if he could not imagine doing anything else. "but I need your help with one important thing."

"Anything!" Lockhart cried. "Just get me out before that Lestrange woman comes back!"

"You need to quickly sign these." Harry said as he pulled out two documents and placed a quill in Lockhart's hand. Lockhart, too tired and in pain to question why he had to sign the, simply wrote his signature where Harry pointed at. "Thank you sir. That's very nice of you."

"Harry please, quickly before..."

"Isn't that nice of him Bella?" Harry said, Bellatrix Lestrange walked into the room, causing Lockhart to pale.

"Oh very nice my lord!" She grinned. "Did he actually sign them both?"

"Yes, one magical confession to all of his crimes." Harry said as he held up one document. "And now your newly written will." Harry said as he held up the other.

"W...what?!" Lockhart blurted out, he had absolutely no idea what was happening.

"Do not worry Mr Lockhart, all of what you own will be going to some very good causes. I promise." Harry smiled.

A few days later there was a lot of conversations and noise in the great hall as the students sat in the hall, reading the daily prophet.

Lockhart confesses crimes before committing suicide!