POTTER RESURGENCE

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling.

AN: I'm posting this chapter again as for some reason it hasn't been displayed and only shows that the story has only three chapters.

5th June 1992

Hospital Wing, Hogwarts.

Harry blinked at the white ceiling above him and knew without a doubt that he was in the hospital wing. Again. A habit that was becoming more frequent, no thanks to his brother.

Speaking of his brother, he could feel him nearby and when he turned his head to his right, he saw him lying on the bed peacefully. Except for his angry-red scar on his forehead, there wasn't any evidence that he hadn't burned Quirrell to ash with his bare hands.

He had seen it bursting open during the fight and flowing with blood as they both screamed. Infact, ever since their first confrontation with Voldemort in the forest, the scar had been different. Something Harry was ashamed to admit he hadn't thought about much.

There was something peculiar about his brother's scar and it had to do with Voldemort, and not the fact that he got it from said Dark Lord either.

"It's good that you have finally joined us, Mr. Potter." Harry turned his head to his left and saw Albus Dumbledore smiling at him. "Madam Pomfrey assured me you would feel fine when you woke up but I have to inquire, how are feeling?"

Harry didn't answer as he sat up on the bed. His body nolonger felt like it couldn't hold his weight and the his muscles weren't twitching every second. As a matter of fact, he had never felt more relaxed in his life.

"What day is it?" He asked as he stood up, ignoring the old man.

"You've only been out of it for one day." Dumbledore answered. "It's just after dinner of the 5th of June."

"And when will my brother wake up?"

"Unfortunately we can't tell for certain." Harry looked up sharply at the headmaster a she continued. "Whatever happened last night caused your brother to suffer a severe case of magical exhaustion."

Harry simply nodded and got out of the bed, ignoring Dumbledore's cue for him to start explaining what happened. His clothes were folded neatly on a stool and slipped on his pants while still wearing the hospital gown before putting on the others.

When he was finished dressing, he picked up his wand and slipped it into its holster and turned to leave. It finally became clear to the headmaster what his intention was and he finally spoke.

"Mr. Potter? What happened last night?" He asked, perhaps realizing that he needed to be direct if he was to get an answer.

"Oh, now you want to know?" Harry rounded on the headmaster, his voice dripping with sarcasm while his eyes almost glowed in anger. "You weren't overly concerned when a supposedly dead Dark Lord was teaching under your nose, or when he was killing unicorns in the forbidden forest, or when eleven-year-olds were sent to investigate in said forest in the middle of the night by your Deputy!"

Harry pinned the headmaster with a stare.

"Where the bloody hell were you anyway when two eleven-year-olds had to fight for their lives, children that are supposed to be under your protection!?" He snapped not even taking notice of the shaking beds.

"Mr. Potter! You will not speak to me like that!" Dumbledore had stood up and was pinning a furious Harry with a glare. "I'm the_"

"Bleeding headmaster of this school!" Harry cut him off. "The very person that kept a dangerous artifact, that he knew very well was being sought by the Dark Lord in a school of children!"

Dumbledore opened this mouth to answer but Harry wasn't finished.

"You kept a bloody Ceberus behind a locked door that could be opened by a first year and you have the audacity to tell me how to speak to you!" A wind had picked up in the hospital wing which was thankfully empty apart from Hardwin. "You have marked deaht eaters on staff, teachers attack students in broad daylight, and when the Dark Lord decides he wants the stone, you're no where to be seen! What the fuck do you expect me to think of you!?"

"Calm down, Mr. Potter or I'll be forced to stun you." Dumbledore said calmly and Harry's wand was in his hand in an instant.

"I'd like to see you try."

"Alright, that's enough!" Another voice said and Madam Pomfrey stepped between the two wizards. "I'll not have you lot using magic in my hospital. Put away those wands or ill ban you from entering here for the rest of your lives!"

Harry spun around and stalked out of his way out of the wing though he was stopped by Dumbledore's voice.

"What happened to the Stone, Harry?"

"I don't remember." He snapped. "I was too occupied with suffering under the cruciatus, to observe what was going on around me."

When Harry disappeared, Dumbledore sighed conjured another chair, the previous one have vanished during Harry's...moment. "Well, that wasn't enlightening at all."

Poppy snorted. "Quite."

"I have to admit though, I wasn't expecting much of an answer from him." Dumbledore said. "Harry is a perfect blend of both his parents and I think only his Slytherin portion stopped him from hexing me. Lily won't have the same limitations when she finds out."

Poppy shuddered just imagining that conversation.

7th June 1992

Hospital wing.

"Fine Mr. Potter but if I have a repeat of what happened last time I'll not hesitate." Hardwin heard Madam Pomfrey's voice a she woke up once again.

"The headmaster isn't in thereby any chance, is he?" Hardwin could hear the teasing in Harry's voice.

"Do not test me, Harry!"

"I wouldn't think of it, ma'am."

"Just get in there and get this over with, I can already feel a headache just being near you." The medi-witch huffed and Hardwin heard Harry laugh in reply before Madam Pomfrey's office opened and Harry walked out.

"You're friends with Madam Pomfrey?"

"I wouldn't say friends." Harry replied with a small smile and the two heard a huff from the office before the door closed. "But yes, me and the charming medi-witch back there have gotten quite close in the last two days, seeing that I've barely left here, there was no way she could resist my charms."

A snort came from the office and Harry's smile grew bigger before he withdrew his wand from its holster and waved it around. "Muffliato!"

"What's that?"

"A privacy spell, I stole from mom's journals." Harry replied before he took a seat on the bed. "It ensures that no one over ears our conversation."

"Oh." Hardwin was beginning to consider having a go at their mom's journals himself one of these days given how much Harry seemed to get from them. "What was she talking about?"

"Oh, nothing much." Harry grinned. "I woke up to Dumbledore's face and I have him a piece of my mind about what had happened."

Hardwin winced at that. Harry had inherited Lily's sharp tongue and he didn't wish it on anyone, especially when he knew he was right. On the other hand, if Harry had already ranted at Dumbledore, then he won't be ranting at him for rushing after Voldemort.

"How much did you tell, Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

"As much as I can remember." He answered, wondering why Harry was asking.

"And what did he say?"

"Not much really. He assured me none of us will be blamed for Quirrell's death and asked about the stone." Hardwin shook his head. "I told him that it was still in the mirror when I passed out but the mirror got shattered, do you remember what happened?"

"Is that supposed to be a question?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow and Hardwin blushed. "At least we know Voldemort doesn't have it."

Hardwin nodded in agreement. He looked at Harry and shook his head. Harry saw it and cocked an eyebrow in question.

"You dueled Voldemort!"

"We dueled Quirrell, together." Harry corrected. "It wasn't the Dark Lord and not even at full power."

"But still...we are alive and he isn't."

"I guess you are right." Harry conceeded. "He had it coming the moment he fooled himself into thinking a Potter could be one of his branded slaves."

"What next?"

"We prepare." Harry said serious. "He may have been thwarted this time but he will come back. And when he does he will come after us and we shall be ready."

"Together."

"Together." Harry agreed. "Now I suggest you get up if you don't want to miss the end of year feast."

9th June 1992

POTTER MANOR

"What you're about to see is a very disturbing sight." Harry started grimly staring at everyone in the room seriously. "It's not pretty at all, some of you are going to be upset by what happens but I want you remember that all this is in the past and what we all need is to prepare for what the events you're about to witness mean to each one of us and house Potter in general."

"Well, you definitely know how to set the mood." Sirius said dryly and Hardwin snorted despite himself, quickly shutting up when Harry glared at him.

"Trust me Sirius, nothing I can say will prepare you for what is waiting for you in there." Harry pointed at the pensieve on the mahogany table in the middle of the room while looking at the two adults infront of him.

"Let's just get this over with before I change my mind." Lily sighed and Remus snorted.

"I think that's exactly what Harry wants you to do."

Harry didn't even bother defending himself when Lily look at him in confirmation and seeing that she wasn't about to back out, he stepped back and let the three approach the stone basin. Harry stood next to Hardwin and waited for the three to watch his memory of their confrontation with Voldemort.

"This is not going to end well." Hardwin sighed and Harry just nodded.

"I know."

"Mom is going to be upset." He said again. "Especially with what happened to you."

Hardwin shuddered himself as he remembered what Harry had been subjected to. He knew the cruciatus curse, he had read about it and knew exactly what it did and Harry had witnessed it first-hand.

"I know." Harry said again, his voice flat. Hardwin wondered what his brother was planning. If it had been up to him, he would have simply told them the story while taking out some things.

Actually, knowing Harry, that is what he had thought his brother will do but once again, he had been reminded never to have preconceptions when it came to Harry. He was unpredictable, and just when you think you have figured him out, he'll turn up and do the very opposite of what you expect.

The moment the three adults emerged from the pensieve, Lily lunged for her two sons and wrapped them in a tight hug while sobbing. The two men were obviously shaken and shivering slightly, they sank onto the couch shaking their heads in denial.

"Oh, my babies!" Lily sobbed and the twins wrapped their hands around their mother. It was going to be a long evening.

"Why did you show us the memory, Harry?" Remus asked. "I mean you could have told us and while the fact that He is still out there would have been hard to believe, no one would have doubted your word."

"I didn't want there to be any doubts." Harry said softly. "And I wanted you to see how pathetic we were against him."

"Harry, you two are eleven-year-olds and managed to hold your own against the bloody Dark Lord!" Sirius exclaimed. "That is not my definition of pathetic."

"We didn't hold our own, Sirius." Harry shook his head. "We never should have gotten out of there alive. Quirrell and the Dark Lord underestimated us and a whole lot of luck was involved and I doubt those conditions will be there the next time we meet him."

"And what makes you think there will be a next time?" Remus asked and Harry levelled him with a stare and he hurried to explain. "I mean, there aren't other philosopher's Stones out there, are there?"

"I highly doubt the Stone is the only way he can get a body." Hardwin mused. "And even then, he can just possees someone like Snape and still come after us, you guys remember that prophecy he mentioned?"

"That's right, the prophecy." Harry pipped in. "What does it say?"

The two marauders exchanged glances and Remus shook his head slightly before turning to the twins. "I'm sorry but we can't tell you."

"Can't or won't?" Harry asked with narrowed eyes and Remus sighed.

"Dumbledore_"

"Isn't here, nor was he there while we face the Dark Lord!" Harry cut him off, his eyes narrowing in anger. "The prophecy isn't about about Dumbledore, it's about us and he has no right to dictate whether we hear it or not."

"I'm sorry Harry but I can't." Remus shook his head and winced at Harry's disappointed look.

Harry stood up. "Well, in that case we'll just go to the Ministry and listen to it ourselves, come on Hardwin."

Harry started marching for the fireplace and Hardwin scrambled to his feet and followed his brother.

"Wait!" Sirius who had been quietly watching finally spoke. "I'll tell you the contents of the prophecy."

"Sirius_"

"No, Moony." He cut his friend off. "Harry is right, keeping the prophecy from them doesn't matter anymore not to mention it's none of Dumbledore's business."

"But they're are too young!"

"You watched the memory with me, Moony, please tell me the two boys you saw back there aren't old enough to understand the prophecy." When Remus didn't say anything, Sirius turned to the two boys. "You want to hear the bloody prophecy, then come and sit down and I'll tell you."

Harry and Hardwin took their seats and watched Sirius expectantly who let out a bark of laughter while shaking. "Oh, you two are going to first convince your mom, no bloody way I'm risking my skin by telling you the prophecy without her permission."

Harry looked like he had half a mind to just go to the ministry but then sighed and leaned back into the chair. Lily had gone to Hogwarts after she had composed herself to give Dumbledore a piece of her mind and to pull the two out of Hogwarts.

Hardwin had been alarmed by the last part but he had been assured by the other three that it will be impossible.

Before the defeat of Grindelwald, a large number of wizards and witches had left Europe, not wishing to be involved in the war and some had even been prominent houses.

When the war ended, they hadn't wanted to come back, having established themselves outside of their countries and some not wishing to face the memories they had left behind. The population of magical Europe was very low and the ICW feared that unless something is done, it could go extinct.

The ICW passed a law that no wizard or witch was to be recognized as an adult in their home country unless they studied and sat their OWLs in that country. It meant that for purebloods and half-bloods they had to study in their home country if they are to inherit anything from their family.

To be recognised as Lord or Lady of an Ancient house in the UK, one had to have studied at Hogwarts at least untill the end of fifth year. One could of course decide to leave it all behind but they would have to renounce any right to their house and all that it entailed.

Not many people knew about the law as it wasn't necessary for the most part. Harry of course had known about it, Hardwin would have been surprised if he hadn't but he had and had therefore not been worried when he decided to show the memory to their mother.

Lily like every other muggleborn hadn known about it and before she could be told, she had taken the floo to Dumbledore's office. Sirius figured Dumbledore would tell her about the law after she had ripped him off and had calmed down which would start the process all over.

All in all, none of them felt pity for the old man.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...

An uneasy silence gripped the living room as the three adults watched the twins for their reaction. Hardwin closed his eyes as the meaning of the prophecy dawned on him. In the end, it will have to be him to face Voldemort.

"If this prophecy was made to Dumbledore, and only the Longbottoms and Potters knew about it, how did the Dark Lord find out about it?" Harry asked with a frown and the three exchanged glances.

That was a question they had all asked each other but had never come to an answer. They knew Wormtail had joined the Dark Lord after the Potters had already gone into hiding, from the trial.

"It doesn't matter." Sirius said. "What matters is that Voldy knows about the prophecy and will keep coming after Hardwin untill either of them is dead."

Lily shuddered. "Hardwin will had to be prepared."

"We all need to be prepared." Harry pipped in. "The prophecy may say Hardwin but the Dark Lord has Death Eaters and they will not just sit back while he fights with Hardwin and myself."

"Yourself?" Remus asked and Harry turned to look at him.

"Of course." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You didn't think I would let my brother fight by himself, did you?"

"The prophecy_"

"Says only Hardwin can kill the Dark Lord." Harry interrupted. "I could beat him to an inch of his life and then put him at the edge of building. All Hardwin would have to do is nudge him over and he would fall to his death and Hardwin would still have killed him."

The others exchanged looks but Harry wasn't done.

"Hardwin could hire a team of hit-wizards and the Dark Lord would still have died by his hand." He peered at them all. "What I'm trying to say is that we shall all deal with the Dark Lord when he comes, it doesn't have to be Hardwin just because a prophecy says so. We all have our parts to play and we shall know them when it's time."

Lily was smiling brightly at him as she spoke. "What do you have in mind, Harry?"

Harry smiled, this was the very reason he had showed the three the memory in the first place.

"Training!" He declared and with how bright his face was, he looked like a proper soon to be tweleve-year-old. "You three are all excellent fighters and Sirius as Head Auror is probably the most dangerous man in the ministry. Teach us how to fight and when the Dark Lord resurfaces again, he won't know what hit him!"

That night, Harry sat on his desk in his room staring at a small box lying on top. He flicked his wrist and his wand slid into his hand. Taking a deep breath, Harry started waving his wand, slowly and carefully disabling the wards he had placed on the box.

For the whole of last year, he had been reading and studying wards. He had taken as many tomes from the library as he could get away with and by the school year came to a close, he had a good grasp on that branch of magic.

Not for the first time, Harry wondered why Dumbledore hadn't just put the stone under wards. He knew a ward was as strong as the person who set it and it was no secret that Dumbledore was currently the most magically powerful wizard alive in magical Britain.

When the last of the wards had been disabled, Harry opened the box and stared at the philosopher's Stone. Right there was the answer to a number of questions Harry needed answered. The main reason being James Potter but at the moment, Harry was not in any capacity to help his father.

Not yet at least.

Right now however, he could do something for house Potter and that required for him to figure out how to use the stone. Which brought him back to the present.

Harry reached into the box and retrieved the blood-red stone. He could swear the glow increased slightly when his hand came into contact with the Stone.

When Hermione had told him that the stone is likely to be at Hogwarts, Harry had read everything he could find in the Hogwarts library about it. Which meant not much at all. Even the family library didn't have much to speak about other than what the stone was and what it was capable of.

Which left Harry with only one way of finding out how it works. By experimenting.

He took a deep breath and with his intention clear in his mind, Harry looked at the table spoon before him and fed the stone with his magic. The stone glowed brightly but nothing happened to the tablespoon. He fed it more, pumping as much magic that he could untill he started seeing stars in his vision and he fell down, unconscious.

When he woke up, Harry was lying face down on the floor. He groaned and cast a wandless Tempus and found it was almost five in the morning. He pulled himself to his feet and seeing the stone still in his hand remembered why he was lying on the floor in the first place.

He scrambled to his feet and went back to his table and sure enough, the tablespoon was there lying innocently on the table. But it was different, not only was it thicker, it was also obviously made of gold. Harry had done it!

He put the stone back to the box and with a little drop of blood, the wards snapped back in place and he put the box in the drawer and another drop of blood had the wards there also get back in place. Harry drew his wand and started casting as many detection spells as he knew of and all of them told him what he was seeing.

The tablespoon was made of pure gold.

Despite all the magic he had used to transmutate the silver spoon into gold, Harry could feel that his reserves had replenished overnight. It was a miracle and it belonged to house Potter and it was time to be put to use.

July 1st 1992

Gringotts Bank, Diagon Alley.

Harry waited patiently in Grindpick's office as the Goblin finished measuring the collection of cutlery that Harry had dumped on his desk. For the last month, Harry been experimenting with more spoons and forks and by this point, he felt like he had enough to exchange for a substantial fee.

"Seven kilograms." Grindpick finally said. "Five kilograms of pure gold, Mr. Potter. How you came across that much pure gold is still a mystery I'm most interested in."

Harry just nodded and when the Goblin saw that he wasn't going to be forthcoming, he grunted and pushed pieces of parchment towards him.

"That will be fifty thousand galleons, ten thousand per kilogram." He said. "Just sign here and the transaction will be completed. Do you wish to receive the galleons in cash?"

"No." Harry said firmly. "I want to open a maximum security vault."

The Goblin paused and peered at him like he was insane. "Twenty five thousand galleons to open and a thousand galleons evey month as security fee."

Harry just stared right back unflinchingly. "Well, are we going to spend the whole day staring at each other?"

"Under what name?" The Goblin asked as he pulled pieces of parchment from his desk.

For the first time since he came to the back, Harry smiled.

"Peverell." Harry started. "I want you to open a Peverell vault."

30th August 1992

London

George Granger waited patiently outside the bank. From Harry's last letter, the boy had told him that today they would open the Company account. After their talk during Christmas holidays, the two had kept in contact and had come up with a semblance of a plan.

Harry's had been hell-bent on starting a company that dealt in a wide range of sectors and George had suggested they start small and as they grew, they would keep expanding. With his contacts, George had found a small Construction and Maintenance company that was on the blink of collapse.

At one point, it had been very popular but due to poor management had run bankrupt and they were selling it out. The fact that it once belonged to George's family had nothing to do with his interest in it.

He had discussed with Harry about it and the young wizard had thought it was good a place as any to start. Not once did it ever cross his mind that Harry wouldn't go through with the plan or that the money wouldn't come.

He had had his daughter look into the Potter family and she had found that the house was at one point of the richest houses in magical Britain. At this point though, it wasn't very clear what their standing was but she was confident they had the gold to spare and with how much thought Harry was putting in, they were willing to spend it.

"Mr. Granger?" George blinked and turned at the soft voice. He smiled at the tweleve-year-old.

Harry and Hardwin were very tall boys, both taller than their age should be and standing before him in a fitting suit, Harry looked more like a fourteen-year-old than than twelve.

George had been a bit worried when Hermione told him that wizards had no idea about latest mundane fashion. Then again given the person he was dealing with, he should have known that the boy would fit in well enough.

With his long hair and admittedly expensive suit and shoes, Harry looked like any other boy with a rich family background.

George blinked when his attention was suddenly caught by a large bag that Harry was carrying on his shoulder and wondered how he hadn't seen it when the boy arrived.

"Is that_"

"A bag full of money?" Harry asked with a grin. "Yeah, it is."

"How have they not stolen it?"

"A few handy spells, 'anti-theft', 'notice-me-not'." He shrugged. "Not to mention I didn't have to walk long to reach here so it was safe enough."

George just shook his head at the things magic was capable of. "So, do I want to know how much is in there?"

"Enough to start things along." Harry answered. "I want by the time we come back for Christmas holidays when all transactions are completed and by then I'll have enough money to construct the new headquarters, hire the employees and start working by summer."

George nodded as that was the plan they had agreed upon. George was to be the CEO of the new company while Harry was to be recognized as the owner. He had the right to fire George any time he wished and make any major decisions but the day-to-day running was on George's shoulders.

For Harry to be recognized as the owner of the business let alone be allowed to open a business account, he needed to be at least 18 years old. George had warned him about it and Harry assured him he would handle it.

"So what have you come up with to help with the age problem?" George asked and Harry just smirked at him.

He rubbed his heir ring with his right hand and right before George's eyes, the boy before him transformed into an adult. The young man now standing before him was definitely above eighteen, probably no more than twenty but it was legal enough.

"How?" George asked as he walked around Harry, idly noting that no one was paying the two of them any attention.

"It's a glamour, enchanted into the air ring and designed for a situation just like this." Harry explained, enjoying the astonished look on the man's face. "It is used only on normal people though as there are ways to determine a person's age in the magical world and to dispell the glamour so it was made to be used in the muggle world only."

"Wow." George breathed looking at the young man. "And the birth certificate and all the other documents?"

"A simple spell I already put on pieces of paper to show only what I want them to see." Harry explained. "Again, only capable of being used in the mundane world."

"Well, let's get this over with." George said and led the boy over to the entrance.

1st September 1992

Hogwarts Express

"Potter." Harry looked up from the journal he had been scribbling in at the Italian boy. His eyebrows raised as his roommate was followed by two girls.

"Zabini." Harry said in reply, not even bothering to close the journal. It had a bunch of enchantments that he had got Remus and Lily to put on it.

"Hello, Harry." One of the girls_ Tracey Davis greeted cheerfully after they had stashed their trunks up and got in their seats.

"Davis." He replied flatly, he had barely said more than ten words to any of the two girls. "Greengrass."

"Potter." The girl replied cooly, as if she expected to be asked why she was there.

"So, how was your summer, Potter." Blaise asked conversationally.

"Productive." Harry replied. "Yours?"

"Mine was clearly more interesting." He replied with a dry smile. "We went to quidditch camp and..."

Harry tuned Blaise out and thought of everything he knew of the two girls. Greengrass was a pureblood and heiresses to her family name, Davis was a half-blood who always shadowed Greengrass. They were some of the quieter bunch of the Slytherin now second years.

As a matter of fact, Draco, Parkinson and the two baboons were the only loud ones even though all the other second years seemed to have a collective dislike for all students not Slytherin. Unlike the other years, there wasn't a hierarchy of standing among their class even though Draco had tried to place himself on top.

"Say Potter." Greengrass said, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Will you try to take the place of head of our year?"

"No." Harry answered simply. "I have no desire of taking part in Slytherin house politics."

"So you would let Draco be above you?" Tracey Davis asked, barely hiding her trepidation.

"Like I said, I have no care for Slytherin house politics." Harry answered. "If Draco wishes to rule the second years, he is free to do so. I just won't be among those he rules over."

"But if Draco is head of second years, then you'll have no option but to be ruled under him." Greengrass said, glancing at Blaise.

"What Potter is trying to say is that..." He started. "He won't be considering himself part of any hierarchy. He is his own person and if Draco fancies himself as head of second years, then Harry won't be considering himself as one."

"But Draco will try to enforce his headship." Greengrass argued. "And if he is recognized by the rest of the second years, then Potter will be facing Draco as well as every other one of us!"

"Somehow, I doubt Potter is very concerned with that." Blaise replied before smirking at the two girls. "Besides, personally I would side with the winning side, so Potter will not be facing every other Slytherin."

"I didn't take you as one for loyalty Zabini." Harry mused and the boy gave him a shrewd look.

"I'm not stupid, Potter." He said. "I know you're the top student in our year and I've seen you do magic that would give even fourth years a hard time. Standing with you isn't out of loyalty to my roommate."

Harry wondered how Zabini had come to the conclusion that he was the top student. In class, he had given the impression that he was smart but not overly smart like Granger.

He didn't rush to perform spells in class but he got them on there first try_ at least in the eyes of the others_ all in all he knew that by observation alone, he couldn't have come to that conclusion. Unless he somehow got his hands on the end of year results.

"Well, I appreciate the faith you have in me." Harry said dryly. "In any case, if Malfoy wishes to have his ass kicked, he is free to come over but my point still remains. You can play your political games, just don't expect me to take part."

1st September 1992

Gryffindor Tower.

"You what?!" Hardwin stared at Ron in disbelief.

"I said I flew my dad's car to Hogwarts, it was bloody brilliant!" His face fell though a he looked at his wand. "Well, until I crashed in the whooping willow and broke my wand."

"And they didn't expell you?" He asked incredulously and Weasley grinned.

"Nope." He said. "McGonagall wanted to take points but since term hadn't started, she couldn't but she gave me detention. I think I'm the first student to ever get detention on the first day!"

Ron was clearly pleased with his situation, untill Neville put a damper on his happiness.

"I wouldn't be so sure." The blonde grinned at Hardwin who glared at him. "That spot is already taken by the-boy-who-punched-malfoy over there."

"He had it coming!" Hardwin huffed and Nevijust laughed. Ron though was looking at him with stars in his eyes.

"What happened?!"

"Well, we found Malfoy bullying some girl, Luna Lovegood is her name_"

"Loony, you've met her?" Ron asked and Hardwin glared at him.

"What do you mean 'loony'?"

"Err...she is not all there mate, you know what I mean?" The redhead answered with a nervous grin.

"Yeah, you can say that." Neville hastily said, not wishing to set off his friend. "So, Hardwin tried stopping him and the idiot started bad mouthing Mrs. Potter."

"Oh." Ron winced, anything concerning Lily Potter was bound to throw the raven-haired boy in a rage.

"So, predictably, Hardwin wasn't amused." Neville laughed. "You should have seen his face when Hardwin flew at him. His eyes opened wide and he paled almost dramatically before letting out scream as Hardwin pummeled his pretty face."

All the boys were laughing. When they finished, Ron asked.

"So how did he end up getting detention?"

"Well, Malfoy's feminine screams attracted other students and they pulled him off given that his bodyguards were too scared to do something." Neville explained. "Percy then dragged us to the prefects compartment where we were kept for the rest of the ride and he took us to Snape."

"What did he do?" Ron asked. "He tried to get me expelled!"

"Yeah, he did try to get Hardwin here expelled as well but McGonagall settled with detention."

"And now I have detention with Lockhart!" Hardwin grumbled as he got into his bed.

"What is wrong with Lockhart?" Ron asked and Hardwin just stared at him.

"What is not wrong with Lockhart?"

AN: So, I expect second year to be brief, it will certainly take less chapters than first year.