Chapter 4- Return to Hogwarts

" You have everything you need, right??" Lily questioned for the umpteenth time. Harry chuckled. " Yes mam." He barked with a salute that brought out a chuckle from Lily. " I am going to miss you around here, Harry. " She said sadly. Harry pulled the woman into a hug. " We will be back before you even know it. Don't worry." He reassured her. " I know." She said with a sigh. " But that won't stop me from worrying, does it??" She said as she extracted herself from the hug. " No. It doesn't." Harry agreed. But his grin suddenly turned mischievous. " But you know me, mum. I am a very humble and innocent young man and I bring no trouble." He said with a solemn nod.

Lily couldn't help but snort. " Yeah. And I am Voldemort." She said as she smacked his head. The two had a hearty laugh. " Well. Let's get going. She is waiting as well." Lily said as the two moved downstairs. Harry couldn't help but marvel at a changed Grimmauld Place. It was anything like the one he had known. Bright, royal and elegant. He still failed to place so many things in this universe. The McKinnons are still alive here. Rodolphus Lestrange didn't marry here. His brother was married surprisingly to Martha Bulstrode. The Rosiers were neutral and still had good connections with the Blacks and Potters too surprisingly as one three of their daughters had married into the Potter family and two daughters from the Potters had married into theirs.

Augustus Rookwood was not imprisoned but was still working with the Spooks. That was a bit of a concern.

That, added with the fact that he needed to find the Horcruxes that had so far evaded him, he didn't know what more he should do.

He saw Fleur Delacour waiting for him downstairs. They decided not to take the express but instead apparate to Hogsmeade and walk from there to the castle by dinner.

She smiled at him as he came down which he reciprocated. " Ready??" He asked her to which she nodded. He turned to the gathered family. " I will see you guys for Christmas." He said as he gave a hug to the others. " Now. I expect you to stay out of trouble, young man. I will not like hearing that the grandson of Dorea Potter is a mischievous troublemaker." Dorea said sternly as she glared at Harry. She sighed when she didn't see him lose his lopsided grin. " I don't know why I even bother. All you Potters are the same." She said as she glared at her husband who was about to burst into laughter.

It was then that Melania Black spoke. " I don't know about you Potters, but I certainly don't want the Heir Black to be anything but poise and elegant as expected." She said to the shock and silence of the room. Harry stared in shock.

" What..??" He asked dumbly. Melania chuckled at his expression. " What's wrong, Harry?? Is it shocking?? Who better to lead the Blacks than yourself??" She asked him. Harry shook his head. " But... Sirius.." he stammered.

" No. As much as I like being the Lord of my Family, I can't produce an heir. I am not capable of birthing a child, Harry. It's one of my shortcomings. But if there is anyone fitting to take up the mantle of the next Lord Black, it's you." Sirius replied with pride. Harry was touched. This show of confidence and respect was truly heart touching.

" And I would let hell freeze over before I let Lucius Malfoy control my family." Arcturus growled as he placed a small box in Harry's hand. Harry knew what it was, immediately. He took out the heir ring with reverence and slowly placed it on his third finger. A hum was heard and power coursed through Harry. The ring recognised the Black blood in him and hummed in agreement.

Arcturus showed a rare emotion of a smile as the ring accepted Harry, not that he had any doubts. Harry turned to his family. " We will take our leave. It's getting late." He said as he moved to the door. " Grandfather, can you people check with Ragnok once again??" He had spoken to them about what he wanted and they were horrified to learn of what he was searching for.

His grandfather nodded. " We will do our best. Don't worry. Just complete your education. We will see what we can do." Harry nodded. " I will see you guys soon." He said and nodded to Fleur who followed him out the door and disappeared.

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Harry and Fleur appeared on the outskirts of the village. " Have you been here before??" He asked the girl. " Yes. During the tournament." Fleur replied as the two walked towards the castle.

Harry couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her figure. Her silver blonde hair. Her baby blue eyes. Those full pouty lips that he was very much acquainted with. Her perfect hourglass figure. Her big bust showed a lot of cleavage, which didn't help him much. Veela in general are very sexual beings. And accordingly, Harry and Fleur had lots of sex. And some of the things they did were scandalous to say the least. If his mother or grandmother ever heard of the things they did intimately, he would be grounded for the rest of his life.

He shook his head of all those thoughts. He needed a release and very badly. He couldn't wait to get into his room. The two continued walking silently. " Do you need anything??" He asked as they came near honeydukes. She frowned thoughtfully.

" Some chocolates will be good." She said and Harry couldn't help but chuckle. " Sweet tooth??" He asked with amusement visible in his eyes. Fleur blushed brightly.

" I like sweets." She mumbled. Harry grinned. " Come on. Get what you want. My treat." He said and chuckled softly as the girl lit up excitedly and all but dragged him into the store.

They exited the store a few minutes later with a lot of chocolates. Harry knew that his sisters loved chocolates as well. They continued walking towards the castle. Harry couldn't help but grin happily as the castle loomed in the distance. Fleur watched the soft smile on his face. His handsome features enhanced even more with a single smile. " You love this place very much, don't you??" She asked softly.

Harry nodded. " It's the only place I felt like I was at home." He said. Fleur slowly took his hand in hers. Harry stiffened at the sudden contact. Fleur immediately noticed his distress and went to release his hand. " I am sorry. I shouldn't…" but stopped suddenly when she felt him taking her hand in his. She turned to see Harry staring at her and a small smile appeared on his face. " Sorry. I had some bad memories." He said and Fleur nodded but was now sporting a healthy pink on her cheeks.

The two walked in silence towards the castle. He heard a snort in the silence of the night and smiled. A thestral. He crept closer and started to tickle the beast who leaned into his touch.

Fleur was puzzled. " What are you doing??" She asked him. Harry didn't turn back." You can't see??" He asked. " See what??" She asked in confusion. " You have not seen anybody die, have you??" He asked softly as he turned to her.

Fleur's eyes widened in shock and understanding. " Thestrals." She said and Harry smiled. " Come here." He asked her and took her hand with his and led her to the creature. " Touch my ring and hold my hand." He said and Fleur stepped closer to him. He felt her slowly enclose her hand over his and touch the Peverell ring. Harry grinned as he heard her gasp in surprise.

" It's beautiful." She whispered. " Yes. They are." Harry whispered.

Harry froze when Fleur unconsciously leaned into his body and his arm was caught in her breasts. The blood in his body flowed downwards and inner garments became tighter and his face started to burn in embarrassment. Harry thought of pulling his hand but didn't.

" Fl.. Fleur…" he half squeaked before he could lose control. The beautiful French Veela turned to Harry, her eyes still wide from having witnessed a beautiful sight. She frowned when she saw his face. " Anything wrong??" She asked. Harry didn't reply but looked down at his arm that she held.

Fleur looked down and squeaked as she understood what happened. She immediately let go of his arm and her face now represented a ripe tomato. " Sorry." She mumbled and she didn't dare to look him in the eye. She was extremely embarrassed. ' Morgana!!! What is wrong with you, Fleur??' she mentally chastised herself. " I am truly sorry, Harry." She spoke again and Harry waved it off. " Uhm..it's fine… uhm. No problem. Let's go." He said rubbing the back of his neck in this awkward situation. He steeled his expressions quickly and he turned and walked towards the castle. Fleur followed behind, still berating herself for her foolishness.

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" Oh god, this is boring." Daphne groaned as Umbridge spoke in her sickly sweet voice. She observed that, literally the entire school was looking at the woman like she was a clown.

" Fools." Alex muttered from next to Astoria. Astoria chuckled at his words. " Aww...is poor Alexander Potter angry??" She asked with a mock baby voice. Alex scowled at Astoria. She chuckled again and leaned in to kiss him on his lips. Alex smiled softly at his girlfriend. " Stop that, Potter." Daphne growled from next to her place. She shook her head in disgust at the blatant show of affection from her best friend and sister.

" What's wrong, Daph??" Tracy Davis, her best friend, questioned with a grin. Daphne glared at her friends with her ice mask up on her face. " Don't call me Daph!!" She growled at them. " And you two," she pointed to Alex and Astoria. " Get a hold on yourself. Not here. That is not how you must not behave." She hissed.

Astoria grinned slyly which was not a good sign for Daphne. " That is not what I heard from the noises coming from your room, Daphne. A certain someone seems to always be at the tip of your tongue. Someone new... someone called….uhm .. Peverell…." She stopped suddenly when she heard a squeak from Daphne and watched as she turned blood red in her face. Blaise Zabini spat his drink and choked hard. Alexander froze and stared at Daphne, with wide eyes. He began to laugh. " This is bloody gold." He said and chuckled. " Daphne Greengrass. You dog!!!" Tracy squealed softly.

Daphne hoped that the earth would open up and swallow her. She felt extremely embarrassed. She was about to retort when the Great Hall admitted two new entries. Her eyes widened again when she saw the subject of their discussion enter the hall.

The hall became silent as they observed the two new entries. Fleur Delacour had the usual effect she had on the gents of the school. Many boys went slack jawed at her presence and many were literally drooling. Usually, this would have caused the ladies to glare at Fleur, but today, Harry took away their attention. Many were openly staring at Harry, desire evident in their eyes.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again. " As you all know, we have two new students this year, joining us. These two are not students per say, but will be apprenticing under Master McGonagall and Flitwick." He said. " Welcome, Fleur Delacour and Lord Harry Potter Peverell." He said and the hall applauded warmly.

" I request you to join any table of your choice. "He pointed to the four tables.

Harry and Fleur walked in between the Ravenclaw and Slytherin table. Harry's eyes stopped on his brother. His eyes widened when he saw Astoria lean in and kiss him on the lips for a joke that he made and chuckle quietly. He stopped in front of them. " Damn." He swore. " You are punching above your weight, little brother. She is way above your league." Harry said as he winked at Astoria. The poor girl blushed brilliantly at Harry.

"Pleasure, Ms Greengrass." Harry kissed the girl's hand and smiled gently. Poor Astoria resembled a tomato.

Alexander mock scowled. " Stop flirting with my girlfriend, Harry." He said and glared at the said boy. Harry grinned at him cheekily. " Alex. Don't be like that." Astoria chided. " It's a pleasure to meet you, my lord. Alex speaks very highly of you." She curtsied. " Beautiful, sharp and polite. A gamble, little guy." He said to his brother. " Shall we draw up a contract??" He asked his brother. Alex lost his composure and burned red in embarrassment.

" Ok fine. I'll stop." Harry said as he sat down next to his brother. He watched the other students that sat near him. " Let me guess. Blaise Zabini. Tracy Davis." He greeted the two friends of Daphne.

" Hello." The two greeted him together.

" Ms Greengrass." He greeted Daphne. The girl nodded. Harry let his eyes roam around the great hall and his eyes fell on a little first year sat down the hall near the Gryffindor table. He seemed familiar to Harry. The shape of his face reminded Harry of someone, but he could not place the kid with a name." Alex." He called his brother. " Who is that kid??" He asked, pointing to the scared boy in question.

" That kid was a shock. Nobody expected him to exist, let alone go to Gryffindor." Alex said, watching the boy in question. " I am not getting any younger, Alex. I want an answer." Harry snapped. " Robert Lestrange." Harry froze when he heard that answer. His eyes widened. " Ohh." Harry observed the kid. He didn't dare look anyone in the eyes and he sat shaking badly at the end of the table. Alone. The boy was thin and very short for his age. He was literally afraid of his own shadow. Harry was pushed down the memory lane. He was reminded of his own life before coming to Hogwarts. His relatives abuses. He remembered the time when the school turned on him for no fault of his. The jeers, taunts, the hexes thrown at him. He felt for the kid. The expression of the Gryffindor table was not kind. The boy was shaking in his seat, too scared to even breathe.

Ron Weasley was glaring at the boy, anger clear in his eyes. " What is an evil git like you doing at our table??" He spat. The boy trembled under the gaze of the red head and his other classmates. " You should have never been allowed to attend this school. After everything your father and uncle did. Murdering and rapist scums." Dean Thomas said from his position next to Ron.

Robert couldn't help but cry. Cry for his misfortune. Cry for getting his hopes up. He was always a loner. Nobody likes him. Nobody used to want to be around him. He was a freak. A weirdo who caused weird things to happen around him. He lost himself in books and studies in the orphanage. He used to study and work well, but the other orphans hated him for that. He was always picked on by the others and they used to beat and bully him. When he heard of Hogwarts from professor McGonagall, he was ecstatic and awed. A whole new world. It was like a fantasy. He had come into this world with a lot of expectations, but they had been dashed away when he heard about his father. His family was an old and prestigious one, but his father and uncle were killers. They were bad people. Most of the wizarding world hated him for the name he carried. Most of his enthusiasm turned into fear at the treatment of the other students. He wanted to be a Gryffindor. He knew that they were good people and brave. He didn't want to go to Slytherin. He had heard that most of the bad people go to Slytherin. So he had begged the hat to place him in Gryffindor.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do. The Gryffindor house hated him for his name. Only his name. He didn't know what to do. Now, with the red head speaking, he couldn't take it anymore. He lost all his bravery and started to cry.

" People like him should be killed. No good can come from him. Just like his evil father. He will bring a bad name to our House." Ron screamed from across the table.

A thump was heard on the table and the sounds and noises stilled. Robert looked up to see a hand on the table in front of him. He then looked up as to who it was and was met with a brilliant pair of emerald green eyes. He couldn't look away from those eyes that made him shuffle uncomfortably. He saw a tall and handsome man take a seat across from him. The man stared at him for sometime and Robert felt extremely uncomfortable. The other man glared at the others who shrank under his field of vision.

He pushed a plate in front of Robert. " Eat up, kid. You will need your strength." He said and continued eating his own food. Robert didn't touch his plate, still looking around for the reactions. The young man sighed. " You are not doing anyone any favors by staying hungry, kid. Eat up." He said and the boy nodded as he slowly took his plate.

" What is your name??" Harry asked softly. Robert frowned in confusion." Huh!!??" Harry rolled his eyes. " Your name, kid. Do you have a name or should I call you, kid??" Harry asked the boy.

" Ro...Robert, sir." The boy answered. Harry raised his eyebrow. " I want to hear you say your full name. What are you?? Robert: No name??" He asked the boy.

" Robert Lestrange." He answered quietly, waiting for the insults to come. He was surprised when Harry didn't reply to his answer. He looked back into his eyes and didn't see any form of hate or disgust or fear. No he saw nothing.

" Hmm. Lestrange. A prestigious family line. One of the oldest and most powerful families." He said and many around him choked on their food at that answer. Many were gaping at him.

" Tell me Robert. You belong to a prestigious line. A line which may be tainted by the last few idiots that were at its helm, but why the everlasting fuck are you ashamed of your name??" Harry asked the boy. The boy couldn't help but gape at Harry. " Uhmm...uh…" he didn't have an answer. He could not give an answer.

" Never be ashamed of your name, Lestrange. Never let others tell you what kind of man you are. Never let people pull and push you around and bully you. They do so as long as you let them do it." Harry replied. " You have got two options, kid. One, take everything they throw at you. Two, take everything they throw at you and shove it up their arses." He said and went back to his food.

The hall remained quiet. Nobody dared to speak back to Harry. " Tell me, kid. What are you going to do??" He asked the boy.

" What is wrong with you?? Why the hell are you even speaking to that boy?? Don't you know who his father is?? He will be no good to us. He will be dangerous. He will follow in his father's and uncle's footsteps and will destroy families, mark my words." Neville Longbottom raged.

" Neville is absolutely right. He is evil. I think that he plans to deliver Neville to You know who. That is the reason he is in Gryffindor. How else could an evil child be placed in the house of the brave??" Ron asked rhetorically. Many Gryffindors nodded their heads in agreement.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle. "Really!!?? Are you people so stupid??" He asked them. The Gryffindor table glared at him.

" House of the brave??" He questioned. " Are you people still believing in that stuff??" He questioned incredulously.

" So according to you, all Slytherins are evil??" He asked. The Gryffindors nodded without hesitation. " So, Baron Arcturus Black is an evil man according to you??" He questioned and suddenly, the Gryffindors looked lost for words. " What about Alastor Moody??" He asked. " What about Merlin himself??" He asked and the Gryffindors couldn't find anything to answer his questions.

" I had hoped that many would have the common sense to identify subtle and small things like that, but it was too much to expect." He said sadly, shaking his head.

He turned towards Robert. " Are you happy with your choice??" He asked the boy. " I was, sir. I had heard of the things my father had done. The hat wanted me in Slytherin. It said I would do very well there. But I had heard of the reputation that the house had. I have nothing against them, but I wanted to make a name for myself, properly. Do something worthwhile. I chose Gryffindor. I was ecstatic. But until I saw their faces. I realized a bit late that I probably made a huge mistake." He whispered, but almost everyone could hear him.

Harry nodded his approval. " Just as I expected. But, remember Lestrange. Those people are worth nothing to you. What truly matters to you is your own life. Nothing more, nothing less." He said as he stood up.

" For what it's worth Lestrange, this won't stop anytime soon. Trust me, I know. Just don't let it affect you too much." He said. He turned to Ron Weasley.

" You say so much about bravery and courage and stuff. Do you put the same into action??" He questioned.

" Rushing into things without thinking won't make it bravery. No. It only makes you foolish. It made Dumbledore a fool. It made James Potter a fool. It made Harry Potter a fool. It will always make you a fool." He explained.

He had the eyes of the entire hall on him. Every single eye. He slowly took his wand. His eyes locked with Daphne Greengrass who was watching him closely. He winked at her playfully and pointed his wand at his neck.

" Avada Kedavra." He intoned loudly. The hall screamed in shock and fear. The professor's eyes went wide and the hall became chaotic. Dumbledore fired a disarmer at Harry immediately, but Harry swatted the spell away with a negligent wave of his wand. He fired a loud cannon blast and the hall became silent.

" Silence!!" He said and the hall became quiet. " Do you have the balls to do that, Weasley??" He questioned. The boy had become pale and still. " I didn't think so." He said and turned to Robert.

" Magic and actions are all dependent on your intent, Lestrange. The more honest and sincere your intent is, the better your actions will be. The more intent your spells are, the better results they will yield. Remember that. Always, remember that." He said and left the great hall which had descended into silence.

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" Was that necessary??" Harry turned to see Dumbledore walking briskly towards him. He shrugged. "That boy would have suffered all his school years, if I had not interfered. He doesn't deserve that." Harry defended his actions.

" And I agree that it was commendable of you to stand up to him. But the killing curse. In front of students??" Dumbledore asked. Harry agreed that he went a little overboard, but this will at least give the boy a bit of breathing space.

" I know that I was not right, headmaster. I apologize. But I won't disagree with my actions. It will go a long way in helping that boy. He needs it." Harry said.

" Do you know what the problem is with our people??" He asked rhetorically.

" They believe that just because our lives are public, they have the liberty to tell us and make us do what they want to do or want to be done. Just because his family was bad, he was assumed to be a criminal. Do you even understand how absurd that is??" He asked the old man.

Dumbledore couldn't help but nod sadly.

" I understand. I truly do. I never wanted anything. But after 1945, they decided that I must take up these powerful posts and be a solution to their every problem. They never stopped to consider that I never wanted anything more than to teach the students in this wonderful castle. Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump. These were never for me. I still hate it, but sometimes, I feel honored by the confidence the people place in me and also extremely scared of the disappointment of the people if I fail in helping them." He said.

" That is the downside you get for having a lot of power. People look up to you and you cannot refuse the innocents." He said and Harry nodded. He agreed with the man wholeheartedly.

" That being said, I have to take some actions, Harry. You will be in detention for three months." He said gravely and Harry nodded reluctantly. " And you will have your detentions with me." He finished, his eyes twinkling madly.

Harry smirked. " Sometimes, I wonder if we are the kids or you are. I swear you are too cheerful for one your age. The usual seventy years and older ones are grouchy gits, always grumbling." He said .

" Ahh, you must be referring to Baron Black mostly, correct??" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded. " Not only him. Marchbanks, Aberforth, Augusta Longbottom, Tiberius Ogden. " He said and Dumbledore laughed uproariously.

" You do realize that, I am usually in contact with all of them most of the time." He said and Harry stopped smirking.

Harry was suddenly horrified. " I never spoke to you. I didn't even see you. I never spoke about any of them." He said and bolted out of the corridor. He heard Dumbledore laughing but didn't stop to find out.

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"It's official. You Potter men are absolutely bonkers." Astoria announced to the group that had fallen quiet. " Is he crazy??" Alex asked frantically. " If mum hears about this, she would have a fit." He added.

His twin sisters who had joined their table from the Ravenclaws nodded in unison.

"It was a good thing. That poor kid was literally afraid of his own shadow. He did a wonderful thing." Blaise answered to the shock of the others. " What??" He asked as he saw the various looks of their disbelief. " You are praising someone." Alex said. " You never praise anyone." He ground out and the others chuckled at the outrageous expression of Blaise.

" Well, he certainly knows how to shake things up." Daphne said quietly. She cursed herself when she saw the mischievous expression of her sister.

" That he does. But if you ask nicely, I bet he will rock your world as well. Why don't you take up that offer, Daph??" What Astoria didn't expect was the answer her sister gave her.

" Maybe I will." She replied with a smile and then the group once again fell silent.

" Daphne Greengrass, accepted a boy. She never admired boys." Alex ground out again and there was a healthy laughter around the group.

" I don't admire boys. No. But I never said I don't admire true men." She said as she went back to her dinner.

" And Mr Potter is a very tasty specimen. Very tasty indeed." She whispered to herself, fighting the blush that slowly made its way to her face.

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Fleur Delacour frowned in anger. ' The sly bitch.' she raged internally. She heard what Daphne Greengrass said. She heard what her intentions were. She was about to reach the group when she heard her words. Though, she could not fault her. Anyone can fall hard for Harry. He was a package. Intelligent, funny, scarily powerful, competitive and extremely hot.

And Daphne Greengrass was a girl who was as beautiful as they came. Her aristocratic features combined with her intelligence made her a very desirable girl. She was more beautiful than her. She knew that, but if there is anyone who can compete with her, then it's Daphne.

' Harry Potter will be mine. I will not let him get away. He will be mine.' She promised herself. With that being decided, she didn't feel any hate towards Daphne. ' Strange.' She thought. She couldn't understand why she didn't feel even a hint of anger towards the girl. She didn't think it was necessary. She had certain plans to make for the classes. She left to her quarters that were reserved for her and Harry.

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Robert Lestrange was thinking. Thinking very hard as he got up to take a bath. Last night was surprising for him. Extremely surprising. He never expected anybody to defend him. No. He had expected this response. His account manager Bogrod had informed him about his situation thoroughly. He had not even worn the heir ring that he had obtained from his manager. He was afraid and rightly so. And then came Harry Potter.

Not much was heard of him from the others until he suddenly arrived this year at the Wizengamot. But from what he heard, he had played seasoned politicians. He was yet to take his OWLs and NEWTs but apparently, he did not need them from what he had heard.

His words were inspiring and true. Every single word he used was meaningful. He hadn't expected him to speak out for him of all people. He felt something. Something that he had never felt before.

He felt that he had someone to turn to. Someone he can ask for help. Not completely alone. Although, he didn't understand how the hell he felt this way for a stranger. But Harry Potter felt like he was very familiar to him. Something about him put him at ease.

He got dressed and came down from the dorm. Many of them still avoided or glared at him. Some with hate and some with absolute loathing. He didn't pay any attention to it and exited the common room. " You have a long way to go, Robert." He said softly as he tried to navigate the halls of the castle to reach the Great Hall.

Thirty minutes later, he banged his head at the nearby wall. He was no closer to finding the hall than he was at the beginning. "Excellent. I am lost. My very first day and I messed up royally." He groaned.

" You might want to stop banging your head on that wall." Robert jumped at the sound and saw two girls standing behind him and staring at him in amusement.

He flushed in embarrassment as he saw the two girls smirking at him. The two girls were twins and, here his face became red were very pretty. Especially the shorter one.

" It's fine. Anyone can get lost in this huge castle. Come with us. We are going to the Great Hall." The shorter one said kindly with a smile that made the boy blush once again.

He nodded silently and walked with them.

" Are you all right??" The boy flinched at the noise but calmed down. " Yes." He said softly. " Oh. How silly of me. My name is Rosalyn Potter and my sister here is Jasmine Potter. Pleased to meet you, Mr Lestrange." The taller one introduced.

He stopped suddenly. " Potter..? Uhm, you are uhm.. Harry Potter's…" he was cut off by Jasmine.

" Harry is our brother. The eldest of us, four kids. The heir of Potter, Black and Lord of Peverell house." She said with a proud smile.

" He is… uhm… he '' This time, it was Rosalyn that interrupted.

" Scary??" She asked and the boy nodded, wincing slightly. The two girls laughed heartily. " Yes. He is scary at times. But he is very sweet." She said with a smile. " He took a liking to you. And once he takes a liking to a person, he will always be there for them." She completed.

The boy was honestly stunned. He felt another warm feeling in his chest. He gave a small smile as he and the girls entered the hall. " Come on. Why don't you sit with us??" Rosalyn said and dragged the poor boy towards the Ravenclaw table where her friends and brother sat. The group saw the arrival of the three of them and stared at them questioningly.

" These are my friends and brother. The boy there is my elder brother, Alexander Potter. The girl next to him is his girlfriend. Astoria Greengrass. The blonde sitting next to her is her sister, Daphne Greengrass. The silver haired goddess sitting there is Fleur Delacour. That dark skinned boy is Blaise Zabini and the girl is Tracy Davis. Out of all these old people, she is the best." Jasmine introduced with a grin. Tracy chuckled at her words.

" Guys. Robert Lestrange. Harry's apprentice." She announced dramatically causing the group to chuckle.

" Sit down. Don't keep standing there." Astoria said and the boy nodded as he sat down.

His eyes traveled around the hall. " Uhm… where is…" he trailed off when Fleur spoke. " Harry is busy at the moment. He likes to work out every morning." She finished with a faraway look that went unnoticed by almost everyone except another blonde who narrowed her eyes in a hint of anger.

" Whatever help you need Robert, don't hesitate to ask us. " Fleur continued.

"Anytime of the day, you are always welcome to ask for help." She smiled at the boy who turned slightly red with the attention he was receiving.

" Thank you." He said softly which was barely heard by the others.

It was at that moment that Harry chose to enter the hall. His entrance was met with silence in the hall. Not being a student, he was not obligated to dress up in his uniform or such. Harry had decided on a simple yet elegant looking black button up shirt with jeans. The shirt hugged his body showing the bulge of his muscles and stuck to his body.

" Yumm. Damn, he looks tasty, Daph." Tracy commented, licking her lips slightly.

Blaise looked affronted at her words.

" Oii. Stop it." He growled. But the ladies paid no mind. They couldn't take their eyes off him. Daphne and Fleur were almost drooling at the sight of him but they held themselves. 'He would not like that.' the two of them thought. But they couldn't stop the pink on their cheeks.

Harry headed straight to where his group was sitting and calmly sat down. He looked at the members of the group. " What??" He asked them as he filled his plate. Astoria was the one who replied. "I think that I chose the wrong Potter." She said with a sultry smile. Alexander choked on his juice. " Ohh Merlin." He groaned. He turned to Harry with an accusing look.

" You couldn't stop from showing off, could you??" He asked. Harry chuckled.

" Your appearance can go a long way in describing yourself, little brother. Your dressing sense is what catches a person's eyes. That's how powerful people command attention. Most of the others see Dumbledore's robes as stupid and childish. In any other way, I agree. Stupid twinkly eyed git." He grumbled.

" But, his dress is what catches your eyes. You can't ignore it. You can't agree to it. But anyway, Dumbledore is successful in catching your attention. That is the reason his appearance always catches your eyes." He explained to the group.

" I do the same. I may not dress to showcase my riches or my sense of style or anything." His boyish grin was back now with full force.

" But, I am not opposed to the idea of drawing the eyes of beautiful ladies towards myself." He finished winking at Fleur who gave a small smile back but her face did turn a little pink.

" Of course you like the idea." Alex grumbled. Harry chuckled. His eyes moved towards the new kid. " Morning, kid." He greeted the boy.

" Good morning, sir." The boy greeted Harry. "Okay. That's it. If you call me 'sir', one more time, I will kill you." Harry shot back. " Harry. Or Potter, will do. Got it?" He asked. The boy gulped but nodded.

" Good. Are you going to eat or just sit idly?" The boy filled his plate and started to eat.

Harry felt a magical presence behind him. A strong one. He came face to face with Professor McGonagall. " Morning, professor." He greeted the woman who greeted him back.

" Mr Potter. Professor Dumbledore has spoken to me about this situation of yours. I had decided to take a better approach. I have a solution. I and Filius have decided that you will be present in our classes and you and Miss Delacour will be working as our assistant professors. Is that agreeable??" She asked the two.

Fleur shrugged. " I can do it. No problem." Harry nodded. " I am good. But if anybody tries to offend me, I will really take offense." He said, staring straight at the woman. The two engaged in a staring contest and the other students waited with curiosity to see the stern woman's reply.

McGonagall let out a sigh and nodded.

" Mr Potter, I can't let you threaten my students. " She said. Harry chuckled. His eyes glowed briefly. " Who said anything about threatening?" He asked. The woman didn't have a comeback so she left without saying anything more.

" Did you just threaten someone in front of McGonagall?" Daphne asked incredulously.

" As I said, no threatening. It's not an issue to be threatened when it's a promise. And to keep a promise, I will unite sky and earth if need arises." He said.

Harry raised his head when he heard a familiar hoot and Hedwig flew down towards him and hooted again. The first thing that Harry had done after coming here, was to see if Hedwig was still in the store. He was relieved when he saw Hedwig in that store and according to the store keeper, she would not go with anyone. It almost seemed like she was waiting for someone in particular.

" Hey girl." He said softly as he scratched under her head causing her to preen. " You have something for me?" He asked the owl who bobbed. " Is it from mum?" He asked the owl who bobbed her head. "Are they all fine?" He asked and the owl nodded again. "Here you go." He offered her a piece of bacon. The owl swooped down and swiped the piece of bacon. Harry chuckled. " You might want to watch it. You will become fat." He said and if owls could glare, he was sure that it would have been a withering one. Hedwig flew up and cuffed him on his head and flew away leaving a chuckling Harry.

His interaction was watched by the others in various degrees of interest. The group was confused most of the time from their interactions.

" I never figured out how the hell you speak to the owl. Sometimes, it's creepy." Alex shuddered.

" Then it's a good thing that you haven't seen me speak to snakes." He finished as he got up.

He silently walked out of the hall leaving a bewildered group in his wake.

" He...he is a parselmouth!?" Asked Astoria quietly. " He didn't say anything about that. I wonder why." Jasmine thought and the group was having similar thoughts.

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Harry stepped into the Room of Requirements. He thought of the Horcrux present in this room. The familiar room appeared before his eyes. He started to move towards where he had obtained the diadem the last time. Sure enough, the Horcrux was sitting on the old mannequin without a care in the world.

" Finally." He let out a breath. Results at last. " One down ,still some more to go." He said as he unleashed the cursed flames on the entire mannequin. The item was engulfed by a flaming Basilisk. An ear splitting scream tore through the room and a dark substance oozed out of it and screeched as it disappeared.

When he was sure that the soul shard was destroyed, he vanished the flames with a flick of his wand. He observed the ashes that sat on the ground.

" And there goes Rowena Ravenclaw's lost diadem. I still can't believe he had the gall to taint a historical artifact." He said to himself. He let his eyes roam around the room to find anything interesting. His eyes fell on a thick, blood red book that was crammed behind a bookshelf. The previous owner had made a piss poor attempt to hide it. Something about that book attracted Harry to it.

He made his way to the book and slowly grabbed it. It was fragile. Very fragile. Dusty. He slowly cleared the dust from the book and his eyes widened in surprise and shock.

" Ancient guide to Necromancy. By Ignotus Peverell." The book read.

He slowly turned the first page of the book.

" My descendent,

If this book is not being passed onto you by your father, then this book has been hidden from all others due to the danger it fell upon by another's hand.

This book is enchanted to work for no other but my children and theirs and so on. But to be able to learn this dangerous and powerful piece of magic, you must be of sound mind. Must not give into the lust of power this book brings to you. Only the powerful of my line can use this book, but only the righteous can use the magic.

If the book has been found by you, it means that you are more than in control enough to not fall into the pit of darkness and madness this book causes.

Use this weapon well, descendent. You are being blessed with a power that no other can ever have access to. You are being gifted with a power that can never be wielded by any other.

May mother Magic always stay with you and look after you.

Ignotus Peverell

" Holy crap." Was the only thing that Harry could say.

TBC--

Hey guys.

The next chapter is here. I had just broken the news that I will be writing a new fic. And it will be on its way soon.

Robert Lestrange. I know. A new character. There was no Bellatrix Lestrange in this. So, I needed a way to find the cup. This character will play a role in that.

And Fleur and Daphne have decided to pursue Harry. Let's see how that develops.

I know that many of you are waiting for our residential ferret to make his appearance. He will be making an appearance in the next chapter.

Stay tuned. Enjoy reading……