Chapter 4

"Talk."

"Gladly, what do you want to know?"

"What was the fucking point of this?"

The man's smile was replaced by a sneer, which quickly turned into a visage of rage.

"The point? The fucking point was that the old Goat Fucker started making me his slave and forcing oaths on me since I was bloody 15. I made a mistake and the next day he is making me his puppet. For 19 years I had no free will. Every little relevant thing I had to report to the bastard and was then forced to swear secrecy over it. He forced me to sell out the woman I loved, resulting in her death. The bloody fucking point was so I can slowly tear down everything that grey-haired bastard of a colorblind moron build up. So I can see him suffer."

"Huh."

He had expected something like this to an extent. That he had been made a slave using oaths. But for 19 years. That was a whole other magnitude.

Lowering his Katana he released the spell restraining the man and took a drag of his cigarette.

"So what now? You're gonna shove your fist down his throat?"

"No, as much as I'd like that, he is too powerful for me to do that. Both politically and magically. No. It will be slow and agonizing. Seeing all he has built up slowly crumble away will be the most painful and frustrating thing I can do to him. And unlike a direct confrontation, it doesn't endanger any innocents."

"So what? Instead of him, you're going to attack his minions?"

"Oh no. I will take no illegal action whatsoever. The man is a giant fool. Always giving Slytherins reasons to plot against him, and I had 19 years and intricate insight in his plans to see where I can hurt him the most."

"So to sum this up. You're a poor bastard who's been controlled for the last 19 years, being nothing more than a secret glorified slave without free will, being forced to completely ruin your life. And is now hated by just about everyone."

"Yes, thank you for rubbing it in my face again."

He couldn't help the grin that made its way onto his face.

"Oh. I got just the thing for you."

Reaching towards his hip pouch he was once again glad he always had one on hand. Pulling it out he laid it on the table, eliciting a sigh from Finral and a shocked gasp from Asta.

The man looked at it wearily before looking back towards him.

"Why?"

"Because my squad is exactly for those kinds of people. We have a brat that has no magic in a world where everyone has at least some. A criminal who loves his sister way too much. A girl that had been imprisoned her whole life before I stumbled upon her. A guy with a condition that absorbs mana from the people around him. And some others. Why not add a man who's been a magical slave for 19 years to the roster."

"I won't make it public just yet if that is okay with you."

"Sure. Don't know how long it took Zora before he did it."

"Very well, but Dumbledore is mine. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my first shower in 7 years."

"Come to the base after dinner."

"Of course, Captain."


He could feel the headache coming his way.

Of course, the Captain had to offer the man a place after hearing his story. And checking if it was the truth hadn't even been necessary. That kind of anger wasn't something you could fake. That was genuine deep-seated hatred.

Honestly, it had been almost frightening. It had reminded him too much of the look in the eyes of the reincarnated elves. Especially the one that had taken over his brother.

It had been more of a surprise for him that he had continued the conversation before making the 'offer'. Asta on the other hand still couldn't understand that Yami would do this on a whim like this.

But that was secondary right now. He needed to continue his research. A quick scan of the book he had used to research and then he'd search for anything on different dimensions.

Arriving at the shelf he stopped. The book was gone, all three copies that had been here not three hours ago.

Well, that really wasn't a problem, he had just wanted to take a closer look at that floor stuff to maybe replicate something similar back home. But he could do that at another point.

Probably some students that had taken it for their homework or something like that. This was the library of a school after all, and the students' main source of information.


He would have never imagined himself being able to stand under a shower for almost two hours. But then again he also hadn't imagined he would go 7 years without one.

At least not until the day the goat had decided that acting like an asshole was not enough but he had to look absolutely disgusting as well.

Stepping back into his living room he applied a glamour that would make his hair appear as greasy as always. Stopping at the couch he took the robe.

Why had he so readily accepted the man's offer? Had he been that desperate for a place that would actually accept him for who he was? Not that he really knew that himself. He hadn't been himself since that day.

Maybe it was his way of apologizing to Lily, by now working under her son. But no matter what he would do, it wouldn't be enough. He was the one that had been forced to tell Voldemort of the prophecy. Inevitably dooming her, Potter, and their son.

And while he never got along with Potter. Especially not after the bastard had forced him to be such a bloody dick to him. The man had changed after school, becoming a somewhat responsible adult. And Lily had been happy with him. That was all the reason he had needed to forgive him.

Putting a Disillusion charm onto the robe he had been given he put it on under his robes before walking to his office. He still had duties as a teacher after all.


Apparently, Zora had been told by the twins that they would be pulling something tonight at dinner. Something that might be funny to watch.

So here he was making his way into that Great Hall as it was apparently called. The naming sense of those bathrobes really was atrocious.

Entering he saw Vanessa, Finral, Magna, and Gordon sitting at the end of the table with the yellow and black uniforms.

Sitting down he grabbed himself a chicken and started eating, ignoring the small whispers that started spreading throughout the hall.

"Ah. Mr. Sukehiro."

He looked towards the goat at the end of the hall. The man had some sort of weird twinkle in his eyes. He had seen eyes that were sparking before, just about every time he met with Julius. But that twinkle was nefarious.

"Now that you have joined us, we can have you sorted. I have the Sorting Hat right here. If you come here we can begin."

The man stood up and took some beat up, dirty, and ragged brown hat from under the table. He didn't expect him to wear something as filthy as that right?

"Fuck off. You can shove that thing up your ass."

The hall went silent as the clattering of cutlery and goblets falling to the ground. After a few seconds, the silence was broken as a seam on the hat opened up.

"No thank you very much. I believe that place is currently occupied by a very large stick."

Silence descended on the hall again before it erupted in laughter. The loudest of which coming from Yami himself as he was pounding on the table.

It had been the right decision to come. This was a riot. The laughter slowly died down and he calmed. The Goat was just opening his mouth to protest when a voice came from the green table completely to the left spoke up.

"Just a stick? What other things do you think have been up there?"

The laughter erupted again throughout the whole hall, even louder than before and the Goat's face was slowly turning red.

He lurched forward as, during his pounding on the table, it suddenly gave way and broke. The hall went silent again before the hat made another comment.

"Come on. Do that another two times and we've got a new nose for the headmaster."

As the hall was drowning in laughter for the third time, the Goat was pointing his wand at the hat in his hand. Although before he could cast a spell, the hat was ripped from his hand by a red thread.

Gently landing in Vanessa's hands, she examined the hat thoroughly.

"What incompetent idiot did these repairs? Even Magna could do better while being drunk of his ass."

Ignoring the shout from the man, the hat seemed to smile.

"So there is finally someone who is not as incompetent with a needle as a troll with only two fingers. Glad to meet you, young lady."

"Now. I can't say the same before I don't clean you up and correct these horrible stitches."

"I would be most grateful if you did, Miss?"

"Vanessa."

"As I said, I would be most grateful, Miss Vanessa."

The witch started walking out of the hall but stopped at the doors.

"Miss Vanessa, could you do me a small favor and turn me towards the Headmaster?"

"Of course."

Turning around she held the hat towards the other end of the hall.

"Headmaster, I quit."

He grabbed his chicken, ignoring the shouts and murmurs that started around the hall. Standing up he signaled his squad to follow and followed Vanessa, overhearing part of a conversation between her and the hat.

"...the seams. Say, you wouldn't mind another color would you? I have been looking to replace my old hat."

"As long as you take good care of me, I'd be delighted to. Since we seem to be getting well acquainted for the near future. My name is Bartholomew."

"It's nice to meet you, Bartholomew, please call me Vanessa. It shouldn't take more than an hour to get you in shape."

"I can't wait. Say, would it be possible to replace that brooch on the sash with the symbol of your squad."

"Of course, you're a member after all. It wouldn't do for you not to wear our symbol."

Two members in one day, not bad. But could he count the hat as an actual member? It was a hat after all. It was sentient, so it was a member. Done.


The boy had finally shown up in the great hall at dinner. But instead of him being sorted along with being put under the first few charms. He had been ridiculed in front of the whole school.

And the sorting hat and quit. I couldn't quit! It was a hat, not a person. The audacity. He had even spelled a needle to sew it when it ripped, and it called the skill with which it been sewn that of a troll?

He should just sew its mouth shut when he got it back. It was Hogwarts property after all, and while he was steaming in his office, furious. He didn't notice the Hogwarts ledger opening at the employee section, updating its records. Noting down the retirement of one Bartholomew Gryffindor on the 3rd of November 1994.


They were in the common room of the base, waiting for their second newest member to arrive.

Vanessa had already finished with Bartholomew. The hat was now a dark wine red, with the seems expertly fixed and invisible unless you looked very closely. Its mouth closed, slightly above the light purple sash that now sported the emblem of the Black Bulls.

To their surprise, it was not only sentient but could also function as a bag with magically expanded storage. When it said it could also spit the things out from his mouth, Magna had run off to find some knives, for him to spit.

So now their newest member was trying to hit the dartboard with knives that were spit from its mouth while atop Vanessa's head. Even for them, that was a weird scene.

Turning his head he saw Finral opening a portal for Severus to get here. After the man came through he was promptly tapped by Asta before he sat down at a table. Taking off his long billowing robe their Squad Robe appeared out of nowhere with a shimmer and his hair losing the greasy look.

"Ok, listen up you lot. We got two new members today. Bartholomew over there and Severus here."

"Hey, I get that the Hat is awesome and all, but why's the trigger happy Asshole joining. What can he even do?"

"I am a Potion Master. So unless you want to wake up tomorrow as a pile of sentient sludge, I advise you to keep comments like that to yourself."

it was silent for a few seconds before Magna spoke up again.

"Yeah, you'll fit right in. Welcome to the Black Bulls."

"Great, now that you asserted your non-existent dominance, we can get to the important matters. Potion Man over there as a major grudge with the old Goat, so the Goat is his and we only assist when he asks."

"So you finally got free, Severus."

"I did."

"If you need any information on the grey idiot. Don't hesitate to ask, I have a phenomenal memory."

"Thank you. But since I am now part of this group. I have an unparalleled opportunity to strike him where it hurts."

Zora leaned forward in interest.

"I hope you're not thinking of a frontal assault or some crap like that."

"No, not at all. I was thinking that his operations need money and that we can easily cut that flow off."

"BUT WE CAN'T JUST ROB-"

Asta's screaming was cut short as the man waved his wand and not another sound escaped the boy's throat.

"God, I love you. I wanted to shut him up so many times."

"Glad to hear it, but continuing. Currently, Dumbledore is using his position as unrightful magical Guardian to Harry Potter to have access to his trust vault and use the money inside to finance his operations."

"So the bastard is stealing from me?"

His squad slowly moved away from him, as he gave off a dangerous aura. But the man continued on without batting an eye.

"He is, but that can be easily prevented. The difficult task will be to cut off his money without him noticing. But I am sure the Goblins will be happy to help. Since you are indeed Harry Potter and 28, you are officially Lord Potter once you claim the title in secret. This will allow you access to the main Potter vaults, cutting off the flow to your trust vault. If you then just let him have access to your trust vault, like before, he will not notice that something is wrong until the start of next year at the earliest."

The others were nodding their heads, that sounded like a solid plan, well everyone except Asta who was still running around clutching his throat without a word coming out. Suddenly Noelle slammed her hands on the table and stood up.

"Wait. Lord Potter? Are you saying he is a noble?"

"I guess you could call it Nobility. He is Lord of the most noble and ancient House of Potter as well as Heir to the most noble and ancient House of Black."

The girl blinked a few times before falling backward onto the floor.

So what, he was Wizarding Nobility. He took a drag from his cigarette as the realization dawned on him. He was Nobility. He couldn't let that information get out.

"Listen you shits. if anyone back home finds this out, I'm going to gut the person who told it like a fish and throw you to train with Sisgoleon, got that?"

The looks of mischief were wiped from the few faces of the people who had thought of spreading that information back home. No one wanted to train with that monster.

Asta finally figuring out he could just break the spell with his swords regained his voice and approached the man.

"Ano, Severus-san. Is there a way that the security for non-magical people doesn't affect me anymore?"

"Yes, I can get you something tomorrow. A simple potion that will simulate magic to the wards, you'll just have to drink it daily."

"YES, I CAN TRAIN-"

The boy was again silenced by the man.

"We can visit Gringotts during the Hogsmeade trip this weekend, it will be the best opportunity to get away since I take trips to Diagon Alley anyway to restock some supplies."


Joo. As an apology, for the time it took for the last chapter to come here's another one because I really was in the mood to write.

So, two new members for the Bulls. And Dumbles is already being thoroughly fucked over, because the Hat, whose name I made up but let's be honest he probably has a name that just wasn't mentioned, is not coming back.

As for why its name was Bartholomew Gryffindor, instead of just Bartholomew. I thought it a nice touch, but he is only named Gryffindor, nothing else. Godric just thought it fitting that's all.

I really love writing Yami, because you can just be impulsive and do what you want without having to justify it too much. Hearing Snape's story was enough for him to offer a place among them. I didn't have to write Snape elaborately proving his loyalty, because that's not how the Black Bulls work. They take in the people who are cast out by society, give them a place and the opportunity to prove themselves.

I also noticed that I used the English version for the spell in the first chapter, but the Japanese in the last one. So I changed it to englisch, to keep it consistent and in case I make up new spells.

Hope you enjoyed

-Zimzimgar