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Author's rant : I know I didn't upload any chapters in July. But I was occupied with some exam preparation. I really wanted to Crack that exam. I have one more exam in September, so don't expect any additional chapters till September 15. I am kind of rewriting the first chapters. I don't like characters hating others without some explanation. I like increase word count and add extra details. I will upload 1st chapter on Wednesday. I don't like to disappoint you guys. Hope you liked this chapter and Feel free to review. If you see any mistakes that i don't know of, feel free to point it out. Enjoy the story.

"Speech"

'thought'

'Past'


"Could you do me favour" Harry whispered in Neville ear. They are currently sitting in library doing charms class work along with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot.

"That depends"

"On what"

" kind of favour" Neville replied curiously

"Well it's nothing, just give this to Athena Matthew, 5th year with blond hair and greenish-blue eye. Do try to discreet about it. If you do it correctly I will pair up with you in the potion class for rest of year." Said Harry gesturing towards a small package size of a book.

"Brilliant, I will do it" Neville exclaimed

"Do what" Susan asked

"Nothing" he quickly said. He would've known when Susan put her detective hat, he couldn't get past the deception skill of her. When started asking she is like her aunt as she can get. He cursed Neville for it.

"It's not a big deal, I asked to distract professor Snape on next class to prank Malfoy." He lied smoothly And kicked Neville in the legs to play along.

"Yeah"

Susan's Eyes narrowed dangerously. Just as he thought Neville start babbling, startled from a vey loud THUD heard from Nearby table. They looked to see Hermione Granger, who had just plopped a bookon the table with Ron weasley and Seamus Finnigan.

"Did either of you noticed professor Snape is limping away on Halloween" She exclaimed

"Yeah I bet everything he is going after whatever the three headed dog guarding on the 3rd floor." Ron weasley said with a scowl.

"Did you also see Snape jinx McLaggen's broom and collide with Hadrian potter. Maybe he Don't want Slytherin to lose. If I didn't put fire on his clock we'd have lost."

"Maybe he is trying to kill Hadrian potter in revenge for his master, after all he was a death eater."

"How do you know professor Snape was a death eater?"

"I heard dad telling mom in kitchen one day about him. He was a death eater, apparently at the end of War he changed sides and spied for Dumbledore."

"Hagrid said it has to do something with Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel maybe we can find him in here, though I doubt we find him. If professor Dumbledore is protecting something from Nicholas Flamel, he probably avoid students reading about Flamels."

He got interested in the conversation and cast a eavesdropping spell at them without anyone noticing. They then started guessing about what is the dog guarding. At one time they even called the three headed dog ' fluffy' he didn't know what to think of that. He dropped the spell when conversation got less interesting.

He stood up and said "alright kids I am got to go to history class, If I don't get to the classroom, doesn't make much of a difference" he gently walked towards door without even glancing at trio of Gryffindors.

Halfway to the charms class after boring History class , he heard Peeves' distinct voice cackling something about bottles of ink. Harry quickly decided that was not a good sign. Especially since it was getting progressively louder. He turned around and jogged back down the hall to the nearest classroom and tried to open the door. It didn't budge.

"Alohomora,"he hissed, and when that didn't work, he tried "Dissolvere incantatem, aperiportus!"

The door clicked slightly, and he shoved it open, slipped inside, and closed it again just before Peeves shot by in the corridor.

Harry sighed with relief.

"Well lookie here," someone said.

He flipped around, wand out and heart in his throat.

The Weasley twins. Grinning at him.

Harry noticed Broom Twin—he'd figured out how to distinguish one from the other, if not which one was George and which was Fred—tucking a bit of parchment in his bag. The twins were definitely sneakier than most Gryffindors, but as a Slytherin, Harry was good at both being sneaky and recognizing it in others.

"If it isn't ickle snakey Potter," Broom said. "What mischief are you up to—"

"—running around with second year-year unlocking spells?" Broom twin finished.

Harry shrugged. "I was hiding from Peeves, I taught myself those."

"What'd you use, Aperiportus?" Broom twin asked.

"With Dissolvere Incantatem."

"Impressive."

"For a first year."

Harry shrugged again. "So are you hiding from Peeves too, or are you up to something… else?" he asked, eyeing the clean box on the otherwise-dusty table behind the twins.

They smirked in unison.

"Why, Potter."

"We're offended you would even suggest—"

"—that we're capable of mischief."

"We're just minding our own business."

"Completely innocent."

Harry snorted. "I'm fairly sure you've never been innocent."

Their smirks grew but they said nothing.

"Right," he said. "Well, if you have pranker's block, I have it on good authority—" thanks to Susan Bones, who just happened to be friends with Lisa Turpin of Ravenclaw, who worked at the same Herbology table as Harry— "that a certain Roger Davis plans to sneak out tonight and meet up with a Hufflepuff of unknown identity. And I heard somewhere that you and Davis aren't exactly fond of each other after something that happened during a Quidditch match last year."

The twins' smirks had turned to full-blown grins by the time he was done talking.

"See you around," Harry said, checking to make sure Peeves was gone before he left the room and hurried to the charms class.

Harry settled in the empty seat beside Neville and withdrew all that he'd need for the class. As he did, he was content to chat idly with Neville as the room filled up with their peers.

When the clock chimed eleven, the door was closed. Professor Flitwick lifted himself onto the stack of books behind his lectern and cast his gaze across the room. It was structured with tiered seating - likely so they could all see the diminutive Professor, but as Flitwick began his lecture, and Harry began to copy notes off of the blackboard, he supposed it was also so that the Professor could seethem.

Throughout the class, the Ravenclaws were liberal with their questions about the uses of spell , and similarly, Lisa and Terry Boot's enquiries were in-depth and thoughtful. They spanned the entire spectrum of spell usefulness.

Aware that he had Defence Against the Dark Arts in ten minutes, and certain that some of his classmates were watching him as he approached Professor Flitwick's desk, Harry waited for his Charms Professor to acknowledge him. He was not disappointed.

"May I help you, Mr Potter?" Flitwick enquired.

"Professor," Harry began, and floundered for words, "You know about what's happened at Quidditch match and Halloween?"

"If you're referring to the Troll and the out of control broom, then yes, I'm aware."

Harry nodded, carted a hand through his hair and simply decided to be honest. "I don't want to be caught in another situation like that, Professor. I got lucky - both times - and one day, my luck will run out."

"You want to be able to protect yourself," Flitwick concluded. Harry supposed that the man hadn't been a Ravenclaw for nothing.

"Yes," Harry confirmed. He paused. "I wanted to ask if you were willing to teach me to duel."

"I wondered when you would," Flitwick acknowledged, "Meet me at the far end of this hall at six o'clock on Saturday evening." He paused. His dark eyes burned into Harry's with an intensity that was almost startling, "I'm warning you now, Mr Potter, if you are not wholly committed to this, than I will stop these lessons, and Iwon'tstart them up again. I am doing this as a favour for your mother lily "

Harry, relieved and grateful, nodded vehemently. "Understood, Professor. I won't let you down."

Flitwick's smile was fond. He stretched out a hand, in which was a late pass, and answered, "I'm sure you won't. Now off you get, Professor Quirrell has always been a stickler for schedules."

With a nod and another effusive thanks, Harry legged it across the castle, reached the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom two minutes after half past nine and apologised to the professor for his tardiness. Accompanied with his apology was the late pass from Professor Flitwick. With an acknowledging nod, Quirrell gestured for Harry to take his seat and the he did so, directly beside Theo, across the aisle from Daphne.

On the next day McGonagall startled him by telling him to stay after class. She lead him to her private quarters. He amazed at the colour combination of red and yellow quite a Gryffindorish, though he doubted she would ever change this colour. It has a bedroom and hall with sofa on a corner and table in front of them, there was a pile of letters on the table. He didn't want to pry into private life of Professor so he only looked around. She gestured him to sit on a sofa and waved her wand. Two cup of tea and bowl of biscuit flew towards them from where he assumed kitchen.

She picked up a book which he considered as a album and gave him. He opened it. It contain photo taller version of Harry with messy hair, square cheekbones and hazel brown eyes and women with green eyes smiling and waving at him . He realized this the album of his parents. Even he know about Potter's heritage so much, he only seen them on memories of old man's pensieve. He looked up to see McGonagall's lips curled into a rare smile once she given his father. Even before he knew what was going on, tears began fall down. He didn't cry especially around others. He considered it as a weakness. Dursleys always beat him for crying. But seeing his parents picture smiling and waving at him for the first time in his life he couldn't help himself.

"I thought since you are orphan, you would like to see your parents again" she said with a fond smile "your parents was one of my favourite students I ever taught "

"What did they like you know like person?" he asked after he wiped out the tears from his cheek.

"Well your father was quite a prankster with his little group who themselves called Marauders, loyal, charismatic. I won't lie to you, some pranks went overboard and changed to bullying. He is smart and layout to a fault person and transfiguration prodigy. He was taken with Lily at the moment he first laid his eyes on her. For the first six years she didn't even mind him only scolded him for losing house points for some cheap pranks.. But at the 7th year by some miracle she agreed to go out with him for one date . After that they were thick as thieves.

"How did you get them" he asked pointing his fingers towards album

"Well I asked some of my colleagues and when I told Hagrid he immediately began to gather them."

"Thank you Professor you don't know how much it means to me." He said with a small genuine smile.

"You can approach me for any assistance Mr Potter, I know Snape have some problems with your dad which extended to you. I don't care about house rivalry. I hoped you become a Gryffindor so I can watch you but instead you went to Slytherin, if I have to watch over Slytherin too for that, I'll do it for pleasure." She said with stern expression

"Thank you Professor for your time" he slowly stood up and with a last smile he left the quarters.

November turned into December and dungeons will no longer habitat for students if not for the warming charm applied by older students and professors. He have a funny feeling that headmaster will call him before he set his foot on hogwarts express for Yule break . Majority of Slytherins are going home he didn't fault them for that. Seriously who would apply warming charms 24/7 just to stay alive. The dungeons are below lake which is frozen by the way.

He is excited to escape the dungeons for a while. He loved hogwarts. Old walls, secrets passages, magic, his friends nothing could compare to the this stage of life. Nothing to worry about other than eating and playing.

However, his excitement over Yule break was slightly hampered by something he wasn't expecting. A letter addressed to him with handwriting bad enough that calling it chicken scratch may actually be a compliment. He didn't expect a letter as he had no one but himself. As quick as he could, he tossed a piece of sausage towards Hedwig as a thank you and tore open the letter, which read:

Dear Harry,

You probably don't know me, but

I've known you since you were little

I was a friend of your parents.

You might have seen a half-giant helping all the little ones get in the castle. That was me.

I'm very sorry that I couldn't

be there when

talk to you sooner, and that this may seem a bit odd, but

if you'd like to come and talk

would you like to come and have a little chat with me after lessons are over?

Just to catch up is all. You can bring your friends if you'd like. Or not, I don't mind.

Please send an answer on the back of this letter.

Hagrid

...Huh. That was a weird letter. I mean, how could someone even be ahalf-giant?Still, he supposed he didn't have anything better to do today. He was curious why would Hagrid call him. He then remembered he have to thank Hagrid for the photos.

Just as he was about to write his reply, Daphne questioned him. "Who's that letter from?"

"Hagrid. Why?"

"What on earth does the groundskeeper want with you?" Theo asked curiously.

Harry shrugged, not knowing himself. "A chat, apparently. Not sure about what, but he said I could bring friends. Wanna come with?

Theo shuddered at that. "Why in Merlin's name would I even consider that?!"

"Uh, because we've got the afternoon off and we also have nothing better to do?"

"I believe you're confusing 'us' with 'you', for a start. I could do hundreds of things without you."

" 'Well you're rather stubborn today, aren't you?' Well you guys not doing anything today and you are coming with me so I can express my gratitude."

"For what"

Oh, didn't I tell you, he helped McGonagall for making a album of my parent's photos.

Theo looked at Blaise for confirmation and Blaise nodded slowly as if It pains him to do it.

Only after Question from Daphne, he remembered he have to write letter to lord Greengrass for informing betrothal and Andromeda Tonks for a meeting before his Yule break.

After noon, The three of them had made their way to Hagrid's hut, which looked a lot cosier than he had expected.

The base of it was made up of large, ramshackle stones that could barely be seen through the foliage around it. However, what caught Harry's eye were the roots leading upwards, intertwining at the four corners of it, supporting the structure. Leading further up, the branches meet on the roof, merging to stop growing any further, the cabin's roof having thick grass across it all, with the last touch being a hollowed-out branch leading rainwater into an almost-full barrel.

If it weren't for the glass in the windows and the bricks making up the chimney, he could have thought the hut wasgrownrather than built.

They walked up to the large wooden door, Harry taking careful notice of the large crossbow next to a pair of rubber boots, and knocked on the door.

Three giant steps got closer to the door, followed by several deep, booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out, somehow deeper than the dog's. "Back,Fang -back."

The door opened slightly, showing a rather rushed looking bundle of hair with beetles for eyes that must have been Hagrid. "Hang on, I'll be right with yer' - back, Fang."

He swung the door open, revealing Hagrid struggling to hold onto the collar of an enormous black boarhound. Which, considering the enormity of Hagrid himself, was rather surprising.Half-giant indeed

As soon as they'd all made it inside, Hagrid let go of the collar to pour boiling water into a large teapot, leaving Fang to leap onto Blaise's and start licking his face, much to boy's dismay and Harry's amusement.

"So," Harry started, having to raise his voice over Blaise's now vocal protests about Fang, "you said you wanted to catch up in your letter, but I'm not sure where you want me to start?"

"Well fer starters," Hagrid replied in that ever-cheerful tone of his, "you can start by telling me 'bout yer friends here!"

"Um, alright."I really need to getused to direct answers."To my left is Blaise Zabini, and to my right is Theodore Nott."

"Nott, you say I heard about them in order"

"What order"

"Order of phoenix of course, Resistance at you know who's reign made by Dumbledore, great man Dumbledore" Hagrid proclaimed.

"Why are you suspicious of him? He is my friend."

Hagrid looked worried and shook his head. "Not that there's anything bad about that. Jus' surprised is all. Especially since you and Nott are in different houses.

All three of them paused at that. "What do you mean by that?" Harry questioned.

"Well 'Arry, you're Gryffindor, ain't ya?" asked a confused Hagrid.

"For Merlin's sake!" exclaimed Theo. "Are you completely blind, you great big hairy oaf?! Harry is a Slytherin, something that is very obvious if you'd bother to use those eyes of yours."

Hagrid either didn't hear or ignored the insults, too busy scrutinising Harry's uniform, whilst Harry discreetly elbowed Theo in the gut.

"Well I never," breathed Hagrid, looking more shocked than Harry thought he could from under all that hair. "James' and Lily's son, aSlytherin?"He said the word not with contempt , but with a realisation of something, sounding almost... fearful? No, this was more guilt than anything else, something he'd only ever seen on himself before he figured out who was the real problem in that house.

Hagrid looked back towards Harry, looking back with what looked almost like sadness, but not quite. It was like Hagrid saw him as something small and weak, as if he needed to be forced back into that damned cupboard of Dursleys he escaped 7 years ago, not out of anger or punishment, but more a precaution. As if he needed to be treated like fine china, only to be looked at, and to never be allowed back out for fear he might get hurt.

He hadn't ever seen that expression before, and it felt similar to when he realised what missing someone felt like. He knew what the feelingwas, but didn't know the word for it yet. Whatever the word for it was, he didn't like it. Not one bit.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Harry started, trying to calm Hagrid down even if he was slightly miffed at his expression. "The worst thing about Slytherin is Malfoy, and he just spoiled git. Besides, I'm still me, no matter what colour tie I wear."

Hagrid seemed soothed by that, with a flash of acceptance in his eyes. "Yer right, 'Arry. I know you'll be a wonderful wizard, no matter what house you're in. I'd bet my life on that." The mood in the hut turned solemn at that last remark, even Fang looking towards Hagrid rather than drooling on the group's robes. Then, as if on cue, there was a louddingthat came from behind Hagrid, making the giant stand up from his chair and hustle over to a remarkably large dinner bell, which instead of a button, had a clock face and hands, before rushing over to a handle jutting out of the wall, pulling it open to reveal an oven hidden in the wall. Hagrid quickly put on a pair of grey oven mitts and pulled a tray of brown, misshapen lumps with black dots peppered throughout.

"Hagrid, what are those?" asked Blaise, looking rather Disgustful.

"Rock cakes," Hagrid answered, looking rather pleased with himself. "Old family recipe, 'ere, come and have some."

Harry who carrying the conversation without any jeopardy looked delighted at the chance to avoid conversation, but that quickly slipped from his face as he tried to take a bite out of it and nearly lost a tooth in the process. Blaise, seeing this, declined as politely as he could, which is to say not at all. After the bite Harry too declined the remaining cake

Hagrid seemed content with that answer, though Theo looked at Harry rather suspiciously. Harry was rather infamous in their little group for never saying 'no' to more food, even when it did run the risk of losing a tooth, the most notable of these incidents being when Blaise, angered by Theo jokingly gossip about his mother, (the woman was known as the 'Black Widow' in their families, as all seven of her husbands had died in terribly unfortunate circumstances,) picked up a sausage and threw it right at Theo's face. Then, without the slightest bit of hesitation, Harry lept up from his chair, placed his head in front of Theo's, and caught the pork projectile in his mouth, looking remarkably like a greyhound catching a frisbee.

"Thank you Mr Hagrid for arranging a album of my parent's pictures"

"Yeh don't need to mention it. I am a close friend of your parents. You can call me Hagrid"

"Thank you Hagrid for your hospitality. We must be going, have a lot of work to do."

Harry was doing potion homework when His potion master decided to make an entrance to common room . The man sneered at Harry and said, "Potter, the Headmaster wished to see you."

"I thought he might," said Harry smirking slightly.

Snape's lip curled but he turned away. He had tried to provoke Harry for months, but he had been unsuccessful. He knew it was useless to try again. At the base of stairs professor Flitwick waiting for him.

"Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you, Mr Potter, acid pops" said Flitwick.

"Thank you, Professor," said Harry quietly as he ascended to the Head's office by stepping onto the moving staircase. Just as he reached the oak door, he heard 'come in, Harry' from inside before he could knock. Harry opened the door and gracefully walked inside. The headmaster's office was a large circular office that had stairs that lead up to a second level that was a smaller circular room. The walls held portraits of past headmasters and headmistresses who were either sleeping or away from their portrait.

Along the walls were large bookcases filled with tomes and books, artefacts and trinkets and other interesting items. Harry's attention was brought to a large swan sized bird sitting atop a golden perch next to the desk at the centre of the office, the bird cooed at him and leaned down to eat one of the candies on the desk.

It was the first time he'd ever seen a phoenix in person and he was captivated by its presence.

"He is a handsome boy, isn't he?" asked a chuckling Dumbledore from behind him.

His face was blank when turned around to greet headmaster, he didn't deny it . "Yes, he is."

As a slytherin he could see through most of the power plays. Runes on the door to see through the door. Books to represent he is a wise and knowledgeable man who give advice a lot. Artefact to give out a mysterious feeling and phoenix to represent light.

Dumbledore walked around him and went to sit behind his desk, "you can go now professor, Please sit down. Would you care for a Sherbet lemon?" he offered before popping one into his mouth after dismissing professor Flitwick.

Harry took a seat on one of the plush armchairs in front of the headmaster. "No thank you, sir. I am not much of a sweet tooth" he answered.

"That's a shame," Dumbledore said, as he took the candy and popped it in his mouth. "They are really quite delicious."

Harry simply remained still as he stared at the wall behind the headmaster. After about a minute, when Dumbledore realised that the boy wasn't about to take the bait, he sighed in resignation. "How are you, Harry? You have no idea how worried I've been for the past seven years. I wish you had not run away from home like that."

"I never ran away from home, Professor," retorted Harry sharply. "They abandoned me in a street And You don't need to concern over me,

"Of course I would concern over you, I am your magical guardian after all. It would be my responsibility to watch over you."

"No you are not, 7 years ago professor maybe not now, I think it's best if you contact Gringotts about your Guardianship. I found myself a guardian who actually cares for me."

" is that so, Then can you tell me who is your new magical Guardian" headmaster twinkling eyes dimmed lightly.

"Even if I don't say it now, someone as smart and have position of chief warlock could simply dig up enough information and put things together" his lip curled into small smirk at the end of sentence

" I will look into it" Dumbledore frowned. "I was under the impression that you would be staying at Hogwarts over the winter holidays, but you have not signed on this list."

"Why would I want to stay at school during the holidays?."

"I assume you have not considered your decision to return to Privet Drive?"

"Of course not, what makes you think that I would willingly going to a abusive home."

"You see, There were protections placed around the Dursleys residence, especially for you, my boy. I assume you know of Lord Voldemort, yes? I placed a complex enchantment on the house ten years ago, Harry. As long as you stay there and call the place home, Lord Voldemort's followers cannot touch you. With you having left Privet Drive ..."

"Those protections were placed due to the sacrifice of your mother, Harry," said Dumbledore gently. "The blood wards around the Dursley's residence would ensure that no one with ill intent would be able to enter as the wards are connected to you through your mother's sister. Please listen to me; as long as you call the place home, it would protect you from outside forces who wish to harm you. I'm only trying to protect you, Harry."

"But your enchantments won't protect me from the hostile forces inside that house," Harry shot back. I can see where this is going and Under no circumstances will I ever go back there again! . He added bluntly.

"From what I can infer from speaking to you now, you were the one to leave me there. I've heard enough from my relatives to know that you left me on their doorstep in the middle of the night with nothing more than a letter. Didn't you know how much Petunia hated my mother? I should never have gone anywhere near that filthy Muggle! It was your fault we are in this position, Professor, so don't try to manipulate me by mentioning my mother. It won't work."

Dumbledore paused. "Do you harbour a hatred for Muggles, Harry?"

"I don't hate muggles In general, but I think Dursleys are worthless. I don't judge people based on what colour dress he wearing and blood, I only judge by what they doing" he could see some calculated glance behind twinkle if he didn't know better he'd say Dumbledore is not senile.

"Is there is any school related matters to discuss, headmaster " Dumbledore shook his head slowly

"I have homework to finish. Permission to leave, sir?"

Dumbledore sighed as he dismissed the boy. He watched Harry get up and walk out of the office, but just as he about to close the door, he turned back,

"Harry" Dumbledore said "did you forget something?"

"Yes" Harry nodded "I'd like the cloak please" Dumbledore tensed a little

"Mr Potter, you're father gave me that cloak" Dumbledore pointed out

"And you promised to give it back" Harry replied "in fact you gave a magical vow that said you would give it back when asked by a member of the family"

"How did you know that?" Dumbledore asked, narrowing his eyes slightly

" I expect it to be delivered to me by tomorrow morning." He said while ignoring the question

"Mr Potter, I had planned to give this to you as a Christmas present" headmaster said for some damage control.

"I don't care, that is my heirloom and when I say tomorrow morning, it is tomorrow morning not Christmas you understand." He said

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