Bandit King

Chapter 17

Nightmare and Judgement

Harry sat at his desk with his feet up on his desk. He had to hand it to Hogwarts, as the school looked after its teachers. Harry wore some loose black training bottoms with a black sleeveless top, and training boots with his muscles pulling at his clothes. His classroom was almost as big as the Great Hall with several doors leading off into other rooms with equipment, and other training areas, one of which was larger than the class. He had large boxes lining the walls, all with standardised size's written in black on the sides with training gi's, boots, and weights from '1lb' (one-pound) to '20lb' (twenty-pound).

The class, for some reason, Harry couldn't understand were, well, standing outside the door. He wondered why for a moment when he sheepishly realised, they were probably used to the teacher making them wait until let in, so chuckling, Harry stood, and walked over and opened the door.

"Okay, in," Harry said amusedly, gesturing them to enter. "Next time, once it's time for class, just let yourselves in, and get ready for class," he said quickly.

The class shuffled in fairly-quietly, and Harry enjoyed the looks he got, especially from the girls before they were preoccupied with the huge room with training mats and dummies, and targets, and the corner where the entrance door was where Harry had a rather oversized desk as Dumbledore felt the original desk looked much too lost, even though Harry wouldn't use it for more than resting his feet, and storing junk.

"Right," Harry began clapping his hands to get their attention as he closed the door after the last of the fifth, sixth, and seventh years. "Those cabinets there, are where you store your backpacks until the end of class," he said pointing to a large space lining the corner where his desk sat with magical lockers to keep their things safe with no need for keys. "I have you from now until lunch. So, in two hours, if we've finished the first half of your lesson you will be let out for morning break."

The students all slowly followed suit, even though, some like most Slytherins grumbled, Harry ignored them as they placed wands into backpacks if they hadn't already, with Harry's quick reminder, as he wasn't going to complain before the class started, and locked them away.

"Right now, that's done," Harry continued with a grin. "Those boxes, the ones with sizes, I want you to each take a gi, and some training boots, in your preferred size. You can mix and match tops and bottoms if you so desire, and ladies will find in the ladies' locker room some extra support that they may need, so feel free. Now, hurry up-."

"But why?" Draco Malfoy interrupted with a timid scowl, but he honestly looked curious, and the other students who had been inching to have a look at the gi's paused to see what their new professor would say.

Harry chuckled. "There are boys changing rooms, and girls changing rooms," Harry said with a smile gesturing to the solid oak doors the other side of the chamber to each other. "They also have these amazing inventions called showers… now I'm no genius, Draco…" he said with a shake of his head. "But after a hard workout where you'll actually have to use your muscles, you'll start sweating, and want to have a shower, and I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that I would rather not have you putting your stinky clothes back on, and going to the rest of your classes…?"

"Oh," Draco said while looking embarrassed as even a few Slytherins snickered. "Okay," he muttered, and everybody just watched in fascination when Malfoy huffed himself over to the medium gi box and found a pair of bottoms and top in what looked like they would be his size as he read the label, and though they were like what Harry wore; these were white and of a thicker material, and had some sleeve to the tops, which were still short-sleeved.

"Why is it white and not black like yours?" a girl in a Slytherin uniform asked. She was stunning with light blonde hair tied back to the small of her back and grey eyes, and looked like she would certainly need some extra support.

Harry smiled, "if you could introduce yourself first," Harry said sheepishly. "I'll get the hang of your names in no time, hopefully."

"D-Daphne Greengrass."

"Well, Daphne," Harry began with a smile that made her pale cheeks pinken. "White is the colour of a beginner. You will also note that our gi are made of different materials for the same reason. Work hard, and do not complain, and perhaps you could earn a higher colour, and I could teach you to put Voldemort in his place, in a one-on-one fight!" he said which caused a multitude of flinches. "Did that answer your question, Daphne?"

"Y-yes, Sir," Daphne readily agreed while a slightly younger lookalike to her appraised Harry with a dark-skinned tomboy the other side with short dark ruffled hair, and dark eyes, as they steadied Daphne as her balance seemed off.

"But if you can't shake off me manipulating your senses, you have a long way to go," Harry said while Daphne looked confused, as she suddenly stood straight, and rather, looked amazed. "Keep your mind, senses, and your wits open to everything and anything, but always at your beck and call, no one else's. Your minds are the greatest weakness your bodies will ever suffer, but during this class… a healthy body will help keep a healthy mind.

"Now, get your gi and training boots, and into the changing rooms, and they will have some lockers just like these ones," Harry said gesturing the lockers by his desk, "for you to safe keep your belongings, and clothes. Try not to be too long twitting around with dancing under towels, which you'll find fresh in each locker for each class. You are being separated by boys and girls, now get..." he dismissed, making a gesture for them to leave.

Sighing, Harry flopped back down at his desk, wishing he stole Kir back from June to talk too. Kir had become rather fast friends with his little sister, probably convinced her to help him with his fascination with turning into a human, to make his life easier living with humans when he didn't have thumbs, or hands for that matter.

Ten minutes after entering the students all filled out of the changing rooms, and thankfully they all had their gi's on correctly, and the girls looked like they were all comfortable, so they likely all tried out the sportswear McGonagall was surprisingly thoughtful enough to pick up luckily, as one of the women assistances at the shop had mentioned issues, as Harry being a guy forgot about that. The white gi had a Hogwarts patch on the right chest side, and the bottoms had a patch on the left leg, just below the waist, since the school did fund them.

The students stood waiting for Harry on the mats a little further from Harry's desk, wondering what torment he might inflict. The boots they wore, as they may have noticed were rather soft, but had soles and protection, so that they didn't damage their feet on any of the equipment or Harry might have just left them out if Dumbledore couldn't squeeze a little extra cash for the extra things Harry wanted.

Harry got up grinning at his students. "Okay, in this class there is no house distinction unless I'm taking points. I don't want to take them, and if you behave, and not act like twatwaffles, I will be happy to reward you," he said to the classes relief. "First," he continued. "I'll give you your homework," he said approaching a metal box with '5lb' written on it, and carried the heavy box to the class, dropping it before them with a loud crash. He opened it, and pulled out a heavy, wrist or ankle weight. He would like them to wear more, but a few of them would struggle with five pounds anyway.

"This," Harry began, "is your homework. You are to each wear four of these… one on each ankle, and one around each wrist. You will wear them above your gi, but hide them under your robes. You will wear them every day, all day, when you're sleeping, and when you're in the shower, at breakfast and weekends, point is, you only take them off to strap them over your gi, or re-strap them to your bare skin. I don't care how uncomfortable it becomes, or how annoying, as failing to do so will net you a loss of house points." He gestured the box as he was amused at their horrified expressions when they realised, they were as heavy as the box said.

"How did you lift that whole box?" Malfoy asked in fear, as he held one with both hands and saw there must have been enough for the whole class times four. "We can't wear these," he said angrily. "They weigh a ton."

"Actually," retorted Hermione as she strapped one on her ankle looking like she wanted to agree with him but couldn't. "It says on the box, five pounds, which is a little over two and half kilograms, which isn't too heavy for us to start with, just think there's a box over there full of weights weighing twenty pounds." Most of the class were just strapping them on, or helping each other strapping them on as they were easier to bare once their hands were free, and they weren't so unbalanced by the straps. However, a small group were refusing like Malfoy.

"Please, last chance, strap on your homework," said Harry. They just stood fast, not moving, though, to Malfoy's credit he looked like he wanted too as he looked to see Greengrass and her friends getting on with it.

"Very well," Harry looked at them all, counting. "Eight hundred points from Slytherin, four hundred points from Hufflepuff, two hundred points from Ravenclaw, six hundred points from Gryffindor," he said to their shock and horror. "Now, one last chance, put on your homework, or I'll do that again before I dismiss you with a detention every day until you do your homework."

The Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff quickly grabbed weights and began strapping them on with all the other Slytherins except for Malfoy and flunkies, and oddly Ronald Weasley was Gryffindor's exception in standing his ground.

"You can't take that many points from us," Ronald hissed, and suddenly he pulled his wand from the waist of his trousers pointing it at Harry.

Malfoy cried out for his flunkies to stop, but they both charged at Harry with fists pushing forward. Harry caught their fists in the palms of his hands, and standing taller than them he glared down as they tried to pull back but Harry's grip was much too tight. They could have stood to learn a thing or too since they seemed to like throwing their weight around.

"Wand, Weasley, on MY desk!" Harry ordered, and Ronald looked to him, shocked, shivering, and stepped back, looking for a place to run and hide. "If I have to take it, I will return it to your mother to deal with making sure you apologise to your fellow students for disobeying a class rule!"

"No!" Ronald cried out in anger and fear and rose his wand, but Harry just tossed Malfoy's flunkies to each side where they cried out and stayed put on the floor. Then as Ronald's wand was lit up with blue light, and halfway to pointing forward, Harry was in front of Ron, and with a simple movement of his left hand, he took the wand, and the light died out.

"Get out of my classroom!" Harry said coldly glaring at Ronald. "You shall have detention from now until your next class with me, by which time, you will either put on your homework, or have more detentions because I'm sure the school would love you scrubbing her in all those grimy crevices that are hard to reach, and, five hundred points from Gryffindor! Get out!" Harry demanded and didn't turn until the door was slammed closed, and placed Ronald's wand away in his desk.

Harry looked at Draco as he was still putting on his Homework, and then turned to the flunkies. "Five hundred points each from Slytherin from you two… now, homework, or you can leave and have detentions?" Harry asked, and the flunkies looked at Draco as he turned from them before they stormed out of the class after Ronald.

"Right, now we've gotten rid of trouble makers," Harry said with a sigh as he turned to Malfoy. "We have gotten rid of the troublemakers, haven't we?" he asked, and Draco quickly nodded his head as he looked like standing was annoying, but not as much as a small girl with black hair in a bob. "Tense your muscles more, don't go slack with your arms or you'll find it harder than it is," he said giving some friendly advice. "Well, first we're going to be going over some simple stretches, and help limber you up for some proper excises… if you have any questions about anything please ask whenever you like, just raise your hand so you're not speaking over each other."

A boy with mousy brown hair nervously raised his hand, though wobbly-so.

"Yes, Mr…?"

"C-Creevey, Sir, Colin Creevey!"

"Okay, well what's your question, Colin?" Harry asked.

"Well… with Ron, how did you move so fast?" he nervously asked,

"I trained hard, and hope you shall too," Harry said with a shrug.

"You bastard!"

They were interrupted as the class door was blown off its hinges and buckled open and Severus Snape stormed in, roaring insanely with drool frothing at the mouth.

"How dare you think you can treat my house! Slytherin House, like crap, you pathetic filthy mudblood!

"Avada Kedavra."

Harry was shocked as the green light tore forward in a ripple of light, heading straight for him, but placed out his left hand, palm splayed while students screamed, and fell back.

"Blessed be thy power, source of all darkness, chaos in all of order, Nightmare Shield!"

Just as the curse shrieked towards Harry, a black energy erupted swallowing the curse from where Harry held his hand out, and then bursting up and around and out, turning into a creepy bald snake like man with glowing evil red eyes, and black bellowing robes, and a wand in hand, facing Severus Snape in cruel glee, like a spectre.

"Severus!" the man hissed sending shivers down everyone's spine.

Several students cried out, panicked, "it's him!"

"It's just my spell; he can't harm anyone but Snape. He can't even interact with you," said Harry quickly.

"My, L-Lord," said Snape quietly, his wand dropping from his fingers, clattering to the floor.

"My dear, Severus," hissed Voldemort in a soft whisper as he took a step forward. "What a pity, nobody likes you; they all hate you… you degust me; you're a useless spy… I hate you most of all. You can't even pretend to be nice… don't you understand nice people gain others confidence, gain power over their weak emotions… hahahaha, but no, you are useless?"

Snape dropped to his knees in fear. "Please master, please, I beg you, it's not my fault… these mudbloods and blood traitors; it's their fault. They disgust me, the filth that they are! I wish them all death! Death! Death!" he hissed out the last three words.

"I am here to judge you Severus," replied Voldemort coldly. "You are not making a very good case… your mind is floored to me. You're weak. I am a shadow of you. I know what you know."

Snape looked up in fear and panic.

"Master, please, don't kill me, don't!" Snape cried in horror. "I played them too. I have never been loyal to Dumbledore. The stupid old man always trusted me, and for what?! Handing over the first half of the prophecy to you, then saying I'm sorry," he snorted before cowering again.

"You did what!" screamed Rose suddenly stepping forward with tears in her eyes, fists clenched. "I'll kill you, you slimy bastard, you fucked up our lives!"

Snape didn't appear to be listening, and Harry quickly grabbed Rose before she got in the way, holding her tight in his arms, she cried into his chest, keeping her murderous eyes on Snape and Voldemort.

"Yes, Severus, but why not say where your true loyalties lie?" hissed Voldemort with a dark chuckle that said he already knew.

"With myself! That's all I care about!" Snape blurted out. "I don't care what happens to you or Dumbledore! You can both die for all I care. I even killed the only person I ever cared about! The only person who ever, no matter how foolishly, showed me kindness! Lily fucking Potter!" he said spitting out the name with glee and spite, and Harry held Rose even tighter as she looked ready to beat the bastard to death with her bare hands.

Voldemort's laugh was piecing and way too creepy. He probably practiced, or this was how Snape saw the dark wizard. "Yes, I know, a completely self-centred arsehole! You're almost as bad as me…-"

"Enough!" A commanding voice suddenly barked from the door. Albus Dumbledore stood, looking pityingly upon Snape. Harry swished his hand, and Voldemort laughing hard and insanely swished into dark swirls of light, fading away. "Severus!" he suddenly said angrily. "What have you done?"

"A-Albus," Snape replied in confusion, looking around fearfully.

"Don't, Albus me!" was the angry reply. Harry was quite surprised at how much magical energy radiated off the old man, as he was obviously furious. "You are in a lot of trouble."

Snape gulped, looking confused. "But I haven't done anything wrong."

"I asked Professor King whether there are any obscure forms of magic he had come across to force an Occlumense to reveal truths," Dumbledore replied. "Though, I would have preferred it too not be so public. I've been growing suspicious of you for the last few months. I wasn't sure whether you deserved my trust, but it seems you don't deserve Voldemort's either. When Professor King said he could possible do it, I asked him too, and when you fired that Killing Curse… it had enough power to delve rather deep into your psyche, and he had every right to do it there and then; you could have killed an innocent student.

"And, I not only find that you are on neither our side nor Voldemort's, I find out you murdered Lily Potter? Do you know what that spell would have done to you had I let it continue?" Snape shakily shook his head. "If you could not break yourself free, it would have put you in a nightmare until you just gave in to the despair and died, reliving your worst memories, but not just that, you would be everyone in your dream, even the people you've hurt."

Snape looked horrified and so pale he might as well be dead.

"But, I-I," Snape stuttered.

"What Snape," interrupted Harry. "You're such a selfish, stupid wanker; you think another apology will do it? As the saying goes, fool me once, shame on me, try to fool me a second time, and I'll kick you in the nuts until you've learnt your lesson."

"Err, that isn't how it goes," whispered Rose looking up at Harry with watery eyes.

Harry smiled, kissing her forehead. "Well, that's my version, little, sis."

"You shall be going to Azkaban, Severus," said Dumbledore, pointing his wand.

"No! No, I won't," Snape yelled lunging at Dumbledore, surprisingly snatching his wand, pointing it at Harry and Rose. "I'll kill you brat. You ruined everything! Avada Kedavra!"

The green beam soared forwards, and to everybody's surprise straight through Rose and Harry, smashing into the wall behind as their images faded.

"Over here," said Harry from his desk where he sat a dazed Rose on his chair, as he had held her so tight, yet Rose still felt the forces of Harry's movements.

Snape turned to Harry, spinning the wand towards him while Harry pushed himself up on the desk and flipped up and over, and with a shove, a moment later, Harry's right foot had slammed into Snape's wand hand with such force the wand went flying before Harry's left leg came down and his foot slammed into Snape's chest causing a huge wheeze and squeak with a mighty crack, as Snape slammed into the broken door with blood bursting from his lips, he was unconscious by the time the few aurors called in by Dumbledore, stumbled through the door.

Harry stood up straight, and turned to his awed and horrified students as they stared at him in awe while the aurors were wondering whether they should be taking the class too.

"That was just a general demonstration," Harry said with a smile before turning to the aurors, "make sure the word is spread far and wide about Severus Snape's allegiances, and maybe, the greasy piece of shit might find he had loose lips, but I will be pretty pissed off if some idiot thinks about giving Snape some kind of deal where he goes free, just dobbing in a few of his mates."

"Damn," Dumbledore muttered once he retrieved his wand and the aurors had secured Snape, "I have to find a new potions teacher," he said slyly turning to the aurors as they were hurryingly taking Snape away at a rather fast pace. "The benefits are good-!" Dumbledore called after them, "and the pays not bad-!" he sighed as he turned back to the class, "well, I'll leave you to it, Professor King," he said, leaving the class, and with a swish of his wand the door was back in place as good as new before he was gone.

Harry sighed weakly, looking at Rose; he leaned over and kissed her forehead before turning from her surprised face to the watching class.

"Well, before we were rudely interrupted," Harry began as he had no idea where to go from mad-men teachers, "we were about to go through our stretches, I think… oh, did I say any questions, feel free and raise your hands, anytime…"

Suddenly every hand in class shot up despite their homework, and he pointed to a girl up front.

"Miss…?" Harry asked.

She blushed brightly, which kind of went with her hair.

"S-Susan Bones."

"Very well, Susan?"

"Err, are you really Rose's brother?"

"Oh, err, yes, indeed, I am!" Harry agreed, and a few hands went down, he sighed. "No more questions not involving our lessons will be asked, during lessons, unless its super important."

The students groaned and lowered their hands.

"Good, now Rose, please join the others."

She nodded, giving Harry a weak smile and joined them where her friends all pampered her with their kindness before Harry spent around an hour demonstrating, and teaching the importance of stretching, and telling them they should spend ten or fifteen minutes stretching every morning before they showered, and preferably before bed too. Harry had to adjust a few girls here and there, as he was sure they just wanted some of his attention.

At the end of the first half of class, Harry dismissed them all for break, and many were sweaty and tired, but he suspected news of what he did would be common knowledge by lunch.

"Harry," said Rose as she came back after everybody had left, and she walked up to him; teary eyed. "I love you so much – what happened… to mum – that bastard…-"

Harry smiled from his seat and made a come gesture, and pulled her onto his lap where he held her tightly as she snuggled.

"I love you too, Rosie!" he replied kissing her lips in a brief kiss and she giggled, pulled back, kissed his forehead, and wrapped her arms around her brother and held on tightly with her face buried into his neck.

"Mum was never the same when you left," said Rose suddenly. "I could tell. Her eyes were blank, no sparkle… I could tell she felt guilty; she then spent a lot more energy on June than even me. Dad never paid June much attention, but mum did… I don't think mum wanted to lose her too. I wish mum could see you now; her son, saved the world, and then saves his damn, damsel of a sister."

"Sisters," he corrected with the plural to her soft laugh.

"You're my hero," Rose said sweetly, "but I'm afraid of him; Voldemort. You've meet worse people and still fighting all comers."

"That's not true," Harry said while running his fingers through his sister's hair. "I was scared when I fought Morveus. I was scared when I fought those Death Eaters… well, more scared they would hurt June than me, but still scared. And when Snape fired the Killing Curse at us, I was afraid he would hurt you. I forgave you a long time ago, Rose, maybe even before I left. I blamed mum and dad, well, mostly dad, but deep down I never blamed you."

Rose looked at him gratefully. "I'm so sorry."

"And I have forgiven you," Harry muttered as he enjoyed his sisters' company for just a little longer.

It wasn't long before the students returned to class, all waiting to find out what they were going to do next, and hoping for something less scary than crazy teachers, as even Draco Malfoy couldn't believe how messed up Snape was.

"Right guys," Harry said with a mysterious grin, "follow me to your next task," he said, as he led them through one of the double doors, and they gasped one by one as they saw: "This track is full sized, the rooms magically this big, and only looks outdoors," as a fake sun beamed happily from above, but it wasn't hot, so that was something to be thankful for. "The track is a quarter of a mile around; now I want you all to run five laps, at your own pace. No use running full out because you'll just collapse before you've completed one lap. After your fifth lap, you can rest, and have a drink, not before," he said pointing out several water coolers along a wall that looked like it was the outside of a school, during a sports day, with tables between, and boxes of paper cups underneath.

"If I catch anyone cheating," Harry said with a monstrous grin, "and trying to stop early I'll make you run two extra laps. Remember, keep your own pace, okay, and begin."

They all ran off, though collectively groaned, most going slowly with a couple of boys' that were showing off, and were running quite fast for a while. However, they amused Harry when they reached near half way and started slowing dramatically, he could see them huffing and puffing, and they definitely-learnt their lesson.

About two laps for Ginny, Luna, Rose, and Hermione who were keeping pace with each other, sweating and breathing hard, Harry jogged along with them.

"You girls seem to be doing great," he chimed happily. He received four glares and none spoke, well, they needed their breath to keep moving, and looked like they wished they had towels to wipe away the sweat pouring down their faces. "I'm sorry if you're finding it difficult right now, but give it a month, you'll be having no problems."

"Easy… for… you… to… say," breathed Rose. "You… aren't… wearing… theses…" she waved her arm at him to signal her wrist weight.

Harry chuckled. "You did see me lift the whole box of them, didn't you?"

They glared again. "Well… what's… heavy… for… you…?" demanded Hermione out of breath.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know, I suppose I could lift a bus above my head… hmm," he mumbled thoughtfully. "I've never really tested how strong I am before, but I do have some punch machines to test strength, but… let's just say about a bus…?" he added to his musings with a shrug.

The four girls stared at Harry, almost stopping in shock and disbelief. "A bus?" said Ginny breathlessly.

Harry shrugging. "I suppose, well I'm fast enough to leave an after image as long as I did earlier. Oh, by the way what happened to Ronald and Malfoy's ex-flunkies?" he asked thoughtfully. "I should have probably gotten Dumbledore to get them started on their punishment for me."

"Yeah," gasped Hermione. "McGonagall… has… given… them… an… extra… weeks… detention… after… yours… for… attempting…to… attack… a… teacher, and I hear… she did set them… to task for you… and said you should… send a note to her, if… it… happens again."

"You should have…." blurted Luna breathing hard. "Seen the house, hour glasses…" she continued breathlessly, and a little sore for other reasons too from the night before. "Slytherin are m… minus eight hundred points, and… Gryffindor have…"

"Minus one hundred!" Rose helped her finish to a grateful smile. "I've never… seen them in… minuses before, all-all the colour of the-the gems… it's gone grey."

"The other…" said Hermione tiredly. "Slytherin's… are really… pissed off with the flunkies… and… Gryffindor's a-aren't too pleased either."

"What are… are you going to do with… Ron's wand?" Ginny asked with a tired half grin.

"Oh, I'm giving it to your mum," Harry said with a crafty grin. "I did warn him, and he chose to disobey."

"Good, pompous prat deserves it," Ginny replied. "He… he didn't… put on his… homework."

"This homework is cruel," said Rose, panting.

"Yea…" agreed Hermione. "I don't think… I'll be able… to use my wand… and we have… err, charms next."

Harry chuckled. "The weights should actually improve your aim," he told them smugly, receiving four heated glares. "Well, they should. Well, I guess the whole school knows Snape is going to be sent to Azkaban?"

"Probably," agreed Ginny.

Harry laughed. "Anyway, I can't wait for lunch, I'm starving, and thirsty, how about you girls?"

They glared again at his cheery attitude. "Well, we… would not be… thirsty if you… let us drink," said Rose heatedly.

"Oh, but you only have two more laps," he grinned cheekily.

"Only…" they all panted out like he said only fifty laps to go. "Well… what… are… we… doing next?" asked Luna.

"I think I'll let you rest up for a little," Harry said smirking.

"Good, otherwise we would all drop dead from other work," blurted Rose.

"Nonsense," Harry replied. "You'll do fine. I expect my favourite pupils to do very well in my class." Harry suddenly flipped forward on to his hands still easily keeping pace, his legs straight in the air. "I expect you to all be able to do ten laps easily like this someday in less than fifteen minutes."

The four girls gawked at him as he ran, backwards on his hands, not only them but the other students watching while they continued had similar fish like expressions.

"Now… that's just showing off," puffed Rose sulkily.

Harry chuckled as he flipped to his feet. "Nah, this is showing off," he grinned as he shot off and unbelievable speeds, like a streak of wind, and suddenly came up behind them to some startled squeaks from girls as he appeared by them all around the track, leaving after-images, and blushing girls in his wake before arriving back. "See, that was showing off."

"Whoa…" whistled Ginny tiredly. "It's no wonder you can go so long… in bed," she breathed as Luna nodded in agreement and Hermione feigned shock, though she was at Luna.

Rose looked horrified. "How the hell would Luna know that," she demanded in awe.

"Don't worry, sis, I got your back," Harry said. "Twin brood?" he asked while her eyes widened. "See, twins in brood are very-very rare, especially a boy and girl pairing, and you see; they're emotionally bound together… they can't emotionally accept different partners, but even I'll admit they are both smoking… tell him I said that and I will disown you. But they're great, loyal, and good friends, so I know I could trust them with you, so the problem is, can I trust you with them?"

"Yes!" Rose blurted out while sounding much too eager.

Harry just grinned and turned to Hermione. "I might be able to get Arctic down too… trust me, you will get along like a house on fire… or you know, a penguin and snow."

"Hermione," Rose said, "trust me… he is handsome."

"Why'd you stop?" demanded Hermione as she almost crashed into Harry as he stopped in front of her, and felt glad, as her blush and embarrassment was hard to reign in.

"Did you want to run a sixth lap?" Harry asked.

"No!" the four girls cried out and allowed themselves to collapse with other students, and Harry was nice enough to go around and fetch trays full of cups of water that he preprepared during the first two laps, and handing them out to all his grateful peons.

Harry smiled as Ginny, Rose, Hermione, and Luna were lounging in exhaustion and looked around at his other students conked out and collapsing after eagerly downing some fresh cold water.

"You lady's doing well?" Harry asked with a wide smile as he came over to Daphne Greengrass while her younger sister looked like she was dying as she used her sisters lap for a pillow, and their tomboy friends lap for her legs while she sat up against the wall next to Daphne, and rested her head on her friends' shoulder, and she and Daphne's younger sister looked more dead than Daphne did.

"Yes, thank you," Daphne huffed out while blushing as she happily gulped down the extra cup of water Harry offered her as he sat up against the wall next to her and smiled.

Harry scanned Daphne, her sister, and friend with his eyes before smiling more. "I was wondering whether you could just spread the word through your house, Daph," Harry said with a thoughtful frown. "If you need help, or a way out of anything dealing with the Death Eaters, I will be here for anyone, even if you just want to talk, or you have any issues, and since Snape has gone, you have nothing to worry about while at Hogwarts. Dumbledore has woken up to the bullshit, and I am here."

Grinning, Harry took Daphne's hand, and she surprisingly held on tightly while blushing brightly.

"Can I really be strong?" Daphne asked, "by just training like this?"

Harry smiled. "Cup your hands like this," he ordered and made a bowel like holding water, and she did as he asked while her sister and friend watched, and others around were looking in curiosity.

"Don't pull back," Harry said as he placed his hands under hers, and she felt his grip tighten, and then Daphne gasped as she felt something tingle, pulling from Harry and into her hands and back through her fingertips as a silvery light and glow felt odd through her fingers and hands, and then a corona of silver-white light like a tiny sunset started forming.

Daphne was panting for breath as she felt her strength dwindling before the light faded away and Harry was smiling at her.

"That, Daphne," Harry said smugly. "Was your own ki. Just a glimmer you can barely show off with my assistance."

Harry cupped his hands, facing each like a sphere, and Daphne and the class watched as a small blue glow formed in-between Harry's hands, dead centre, small and seemingly insignificant for a moment before it grew in but a moment, exploding between Harry's hands, roaring, pushing and disturbing the air, and it woke those who had fallen asleep as they could feel the warmth buzzing from Harry as the blue light pushed and pulse, roaring to get free before it faded down and away, and the blowing, swirling wind halted.

"Ki is your spirit," Harry said, directing his words at the class but looking at Daphne. "It grows and improves with you, and your dedication, and potential. It doesn't matter how strong you can make your ki. You also have magic, but just like ki, magic grows with you, and if you just do the bare minimum… you will never grow… but on a side note… that was me not trying," he said to grimaces all around.

"Thanks," Daphne said sleepily. "That was pretty, cool."

"No worries," Harry said as he squeezed her shoulder, and stood up. "Okay, everyone, before you all fall back to sleep, you can take your showers, and since I'm letting you have a little extra time, relax and take your time… ladies, we all know you'll appreciate that… and leave your gi and boots in the locker, and they'll be cleaned and waiting for you for next class," he added cheekily to a few snickers but the students all pulled themselves up and towards their changing rooms with Harry smiling as Daphne half dragged her friend and sister with her.

Rose sighed as she returned to the girls changing room, and grabbed the towel from her locker before finding a place to sit as the locker room was huge, and entered through twin sets of doors, and the showers were through into and extra section. She shyly removed her clothes, and was rather thankful for the sports bra, and pantie-briefs, and wrapped herself in her towel, hoping the showers had all the soaps she needed.

Shrugging, as either way, Rose would like a nice cool shower. She groaned about the weights, but all the other girls kept theirs on, and they were rather comfortable against her skin. Rose walked through and into the shower section where girls were already in showers. They were cut up into several communal shower sections by frosted screens that just showered girls' heads from above, and their feet and lower legs from underneath for the water to flow, and slight silhouettes from the light.

Looking around, Rose frowned as she thought Luna had been with her, as Ginny and Hermione were perpetual procrastinators when it came to certain things, Ginny at everything, and Hermione during showers where she had to be nude in front of other girls, as she was always embarrassed and shy, and had to work up her nerves, not that Rose thought she had any reason to be nervous, and sure didn't when it came to losing her innocents to Harry.

"Rose?"

Rose was startled as she turned in relief to see Luna wrapped in her own towel with a sweet smile.

"Come on, silly," Luna said leading Rose into a shower a little further on as they only took eight per shower, and those closer to the locker rooms were filling up first.

They slipped inside and found hooks on the inside of the frosted glass for their towels, and were soon turning on the own showers next to each other, and found they had everything from shampoo to shower creams. However, Rose was surprised, and embarrassed to realise she was next to Daphne Greengrass. She knew Harry said that he would like for them to all get along, especially during classes, but she couldn't help but admire how amazing, Daphne's tits were, and that was annoying somehow.

Rose's eyes roamed from Daphne's plump tits to Daphne's younger sisters almost equally plump tits, but felt better as her eyes scanned, Tracey Davis's small perky boobs, like cute cones.

However, Tracey pouted. "No fair, I have the smallest boobies in here!" she said, but she was sniggering, and Luna grinned at her, sniggering along while Rose, Daphne, and Daphne's sister, Astoria pouted and glared at them both, but it was ruined as they all had small grins, and got on fairly-well while they showered, and Rose wasn't surprised with a few too many questions about Harry from the three Slytherin girls, but she was surprised that they were rather enjoyable company, and joked, laughed, and did normal girl things – who could have guessed?

They finished their showers, and got changed before heading off to lunch before Rose and Hermione (who was annoyed that Rose left her for Ginny to tease during their shower) made their way to Charms together, feeling even more tired if that was possible, and Ginny and Luna had transfiguration together. Harry had first years and second years, so his little Sister Junes' class, and they would love it, probably.

Rose was sitting in Charms class next to Hermione, and like everybody, both girls were trying to stay awake. Rose kind of wished she was back under the delightful water in the shower with Luna and her new not quite friends, just being silly than actually-trying to do any kind of classwork, as she couldn't think straight. It was unfortunate that the students at Hogwarts were kind of lazy, and now they were going to pay for that until Harry had snaped them all back into shape.

Professor Flitwick was talking about animation of objects, and handed them all stone gargoyles. However, Rose, like everyone else just stared at the thing, wands in hand trying in vain to lift them off their desks, and not just put their heads down and take a nap.

"Come on people, it's not as hard as it sounds," squeaked the tiny professor excitedly. "It's no harder that a summoning or banishing charm." Yet the class just stared blankly at the little statues. In fact, Rose could not remember what the professor said the words and wand movements were, so she thought there wasn't really-much point trying to move her wand. They had been rather okay until they got to stuffing food in their mouths, which gave them energy, but helped them feel sleepy.

Flitwick looked around at his class baffled. No one in his classes had ever just ignored him before, and he noticed a few weren't even awake; that had never happened before. However, those that were awake all had vacant, tired looks about them. It seemed they weren't even listening, or if they were it was going in one ear and out the other.

"Class please," he pleaded. All he got is as load of half-hearted glares, though only their eyes moved. "Who did this to you?" he begged as he looked at the time table to see they just came from Defensive Combat. He wondered what Harry could have made them do to tire them this much. He doubted they could even use magic right now let alone lift their wands, he sighed. Well, he might as well sit back and enjoy the peace and quiet, and read a book as giving them homework would probably be too cruel. Though, Flitwick knew that after a few weeks they'll all get used to the physical class and things should be back to a state of normalcy.

Ginny Weasley was sitting next to Luna Lovegood in transfiguration, and they were drained, and tired. Professor McGonagall had been talking for a while about something, she wasn't sure what though. Ginny was trying to listen but just couldn't concentrate. In fact, she could barely see the professor, and wanted a nap. She wondered why the aches on her body ached, as she rested her head in her arms and fell into a peaceful sleep.

"What's the matter, class," demanded the stern professor. "Conjuring is not so hard you shouldn't try."

McGonagall sighed. Some of the class just slept and the rest looked like zombies. She sighed again as she sat behind her desk. She might as well get some work done; she shuffled through her papers, as she prepared a quill and got to work.

To be continued…