'How the hell does Sirius manage to sit like this?' Harry thought to himself as he fought the urge to squirm. Sirius had convinced him to try out his patented 'I'm Really Not Interested In Any Of This' sit down style. It consisted of a slight slouch, one leg up on the couch, the other dangling off, an arm on the back and the other on the arm rest with his head lazily limp. Sirius swore by it and called it the coolest thing ever… and it was making Harry's lower back scream in agony. OH, it did the job alright, he could tell that from the way the professors were staring at him, but it was bloody uncomfortable and Harry planned to have a word with his godfather about proper posture the first chance he got.
At least Hedwig and Leafeon were having a better go of it. His starter was casually prowling about the room, looking as if he didn't have a care when in reality he was keeping watch, and Hedwig had flew high above the group and perched on a bookcase, watching and waiting with all seeing eyes. He planned to talk to both of them after the meeting was over, to find out what they had noticed that he might have missed.
Casually rolling his head to one side Harry took in the Headmaster and the professors, sizing them up. Remus and Jonas had been drilling situational awareness into his head for months now and he figured it was as good of a time as any to try it out.
The Headmaster was the hardest to read. He was giving off the same kooky kindly grandfather vibe that he always liked to project but Harry knew that while the man was old he was no fool. If there was anyone who realized that Harry was putting on an act it would be the headmaster; the question was could Harry lie just enough to not so much trick Dumbledore but intrigue him into going along with Harry's intentions. Remus had told him that Dumbledore liked puzzles and if Harry could make himself a living one then Dumbledore would be willing to overlook Harry's fakery. That was why he seemed to always give the Weasley Twins a break when, at this point, they should have been expelled five times over for their pranks.
Prof. Flitwick and Sprout were next and they were leery of him, that much he could tell. Flitwick was sizing him up, trying to figure out why Harry was back while Sprout was clearly wondering what this would mean for Hogwarts; the two were stereotypical Ravenclaws and Hufflepulls, after all. The same was true for Prof. Snape, who had narrowed his eyes at the sight of him and then turned away, refusing to ever look at Harry let alone lock eyes with him.
'If I didn't know for a fact that he knew all about this I'd be worried,' Harry thought. Snape had been Remus and Sirius' spy within Hogwarts, quietly feeding them both the information Dumbledore wanted out for Harry to hear… and that which he didn't know they knew. His mother's adopted brother had warned Harry that he couldn't help him with this ruse he was planning but he also would do all he could to keep people from hindering him. It was more than Harry had hoped for and he'd accepted the man's terms.
Harry's own Head of House had just arrived, late, and that sadly didn't surprise Harry in the slightest. It seemed that when it came to Prof. McGonagall everything else always took precedent over Gryffindor. No matter the danger, no matter the issue, her House would always come last in her mind. Harry knew from Snape that while he didn't tutor the Slytherins he would point them in the right direction when it came to needing help and the Kenways had said that at Olivine Pointe there were no houses and thus students could work with any professor at any time, scheduling meetings and requesting aid. Jack, even being the headmaster, commonly would hold study sessions in their rec rooms for those needing some advice. Harry had never tried that with McGonagall but he had a feeling that if he did her answer would be to keep his head down and keep plugging away before she went back to her paperwork.
Harry pulled himself from his thoughts and turned his attention to the final, and unexpected, member of their little meeting. He had hid his surprise when the short, Seismitoad-like woman had decided to join their meeting, placing herself in the chair directly next to the Headmaster's without a care or thought (or perhaps with all the care and all the thought in the world). She had short hair that she liked to keep up in an old-fashioned helmet-like do and wore a pink dress that would have been out of fashion 20 years ago. Her squat, flat face was one that instantly tried to project an air of kindness and failed horribly. Her smile was a bit too pinched at the corners, making it look like she was chewing on some old scars rather than trying to give a comforting smile. She held her nose a bit too high as well, so that she was less saintly and more snotty.
But the biggest tell were her eyes.
Every person Harry had ever fought against had held something in their eyes. Draco's had been rage and a demand for more. Lucius Malfoy's had been superiority and annoyance. Regulus had held pure madness while Grayback had been the lust for the kill. And Voldemort... Voldemort's eyes had held greed so all consuming that it was likely the only emotion he ever truly felt. From Quirell to Cho Chang to Moody; whenever the Spiritomb had let his mask fall and revealed his true feelings to Harry it had always been greed that he had seen reflected back in those orbs.
Dolores Umbridge had nothing in her eyes.
It wasn't the mindless, soulless feeling one got when they looked into a doll's eyes or a Sharkpedo's. No, this was the clear knowledge that something that SHOULD have been there wasn't. And even she didn't realize it. Like some foreign alien creature trying to act like a human Dolores Umbridge stared at Harry and utterly failed at appearing as a natural human. She could try and flash a superior little smile or a condescending look but the result remained the same: she was the hole in the middle, the emptiness amongst the chaos of life.
It didn't bode well that she was so casually sitting with the House Heads and Prof. Dumbledore.
"Ah, Minerva, thank you for joining us," Dumbledore said, acting like there wasn't even a pinch of tension in the room and that they'd all gathered to have a nice friendly chat. "We can begin."
"Hemhem," the woman in pink said said, clearing her throat. Harry forced himself not to react; he had a bad feeling that was a common quirk of hers and that class with her was going to be pure and utter torture. "I hardly think that is the way a meeting should be called to order, Dumbledore. Proper Parliamentary Procedure calls for calling the meeting to order, asking for a second, and if given then doing a roll call so that we know all are present and, should we have any guests…" she stared hard at Harry as she said that and he merely responded by raising a single eyebrow, "…they will know how is talking and how to properly address them."
"Point of order," Harry said calmly, never shifting his relaxed pose. "I believe, under parliamentary procedure, you should address the headmaster by his title and not with his last name. Very unbecoming and disrespectful." The woman in pink started at that and Harry smirked. While Jack and Jonas had focused on training his body Clair and Lance had focused on his mind, arguing that knowledge made a warrior just as much as their fists. It had been Lance who had shared his secrets for dealing with first the Elite 4 and the Kanto Gym leaders and later Daggertooth Academy's School Board: bureaucracy loved their rules but were willing to break them if they could do so quietly. So the easiest way to screw with them was to throw the rules right back in their faces and force them to publically shatter them.
It worked with the Seismitoad that was pretending to be a human, that much was clear from the way she was gaping at him, her flabby lips flopping about as she tried to form words.
"I am wondering why you are in a meeting you weren't even invited to, Madam Umbridge," Prof. Snape said, his voice like silk. He never glanced at Harry but he could hear the subtle nudging in the potion professor's voice; he'd mentioned her name on purpose, to alert Harry to just who this new woman was and that she didn't have the power she desired… but was willing to try and claim.
'Dolores Umbidge,' Harry thought to himself, studying the woman carefully. 'So Fudge has decided to unleash you.' Remus had given Harry a rundown on all of Fudge's lackeys, as none of the group had been naïve enough to believe that Harry and his friends returning to Hogwarts wouldn't cause ripples. There had even been a wager between Sirius and Tonks if Fudge would make a move before Harry showed up; Tonks owed Sirius a Coke. Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge was one of the most fanatical of Fudge's underlings, with Remus stating that of all the ones that worked under the Minister she was the only one that appeared to truly like the man and wasn't using him to their own ends. While the likes of Lucius Malfoy treated Fudge as little more than a puppet Umbridge appeared to worship the Minister and see him as being able to do no wrong. 'But why is the question. Umbridge, according to Tonks, is actually capable, in her own underhanded way. Why side with such an idiot when she could easily control him like everyone else does?'
While it mattered why Umbridge followed Fudge what mattered more was what that meant for Harry's plans. Jack had laid out just how dangerous Umbridge could be… perhaps the most dangerous of the non-Team Nocturne people he would have to deal with.
"People always mistake holding true to the cause and being fanatical to the cause," Jack had told him one night, when Harry had been both weary and yet also unable to sleep due to all the thoughts bouncing about his head. Jack had been up, sitting near one of the high windows that lined the very top of the Hall of Speakers, watching the stars and the forest below. The Avalonians, save for Sirius, had learned that Jack slept when he felt like it and woke when he wished it. How much of that was from his years of tracking, of the war that had burned caution into him, and the beastial side of his soul that had come from his many Long Talks, no one could say. "Holding true means to live for the cause, to long to see it come true. They shape their lives around it. Fanatics force the cause to become what they see as its "true" purpose and anything that goes against it, even the cause itself, is the enemy. Beware the fanatics, Mr. Potter… for they are the most dangerous people of all."
Umbridge didn't even address the question. "You left quite rapidly, Mr. Potter, from what I am told, and didn't even finish your final two weeks of class. And yet now you have arrived expecting that you will be allowed back with open arms. It is… concerning."
"I don't know why," Harry said with a lazy sweep of his hands. "The paperwork was all filed with the Headmaster and the Ministry a week before the Final Task."
"Paperwork? Whatever do you mean, my boy?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry's brow furrowed and faked surprise. "For me to leave school early due to extracurricular activities." Seeing the blank stares Harry let out a weary sigh. "I have been spending the last few months attending tryouts and practices for the Johto Gauntlet Team."
"…what?" McGonagall said in a rather undignified stammer.
"I attended the World Finals in Johto this last summer and when I expressed interest Sirius and Remus sent a tape of my Gauntlet matches to the coach. The next Gauntlet World Tournament is in 4 years, after I graduate, and Coach Martin is already wanting to stock up and prepare to defend their title. He took a liking to me and asked me to spend the summer working out with other youths he has an eye on."
"So quick to join with a rival region," Umbridge said sweetly. "Why not then go to Olivine Pointe?"
"It's a good school but Hogwarts is my home," Harry said, keeping his voice measured. "Just like Avalon is."
"Clearly it is not if you've renounced your citizenship."
"When did I do that, Ms. Umbridge?"
The ministry lackey bristled at the title of 'Ms.' but hid it well. "You can only play for the region you are from. To play for Johto means you've renounced Avalon… and I am afraid that means you can't attend Hogwarts."
"There is nothing stating that a Hogwarts student must be from Avalon," Sprout pointed out.
"I believe there is," Umbridge said, which Harry took to mean she planned to rush a law onto the books making her lie the truth.
"Then it is a good thing I am still an Avalon citizen," Harry stated. "Dual Citizenship."
"Black," Snape sneered, catching Harry's eye. He didn't wink or nod but Harry knew that Snape was playing his role to a T.
"Exactly, Professor. Sirius, like Remus, made himself my guardian the summer before this last one. As he is the Lord of Sevii and Sevii is under Johto control…" Harry spread his hands out and shrugged. "All in the paperwork I submitted."
"Which I have just found," Dumbledore said, having opened up his laptop while the others were talking. He spun the device around for the others to see the documents, signed off by not only himself but Fudge, allowing Harry to leave Hogwarts early.
"The same with my friends, before you ask. We did worry that some would forget but I am shocked the ministry doesn't remember forms its own Minister signed," Harry said in mock surprise. 'Well, considering Ginny just hacked the system a week ago to insert those…'
"Still, you couldn't even return to Hogwarts?" McGonagall pointed out. "Many of your friends were put out by your quick departure."
Harry shrugged. "So did the other champions. None returned after… that unpleasantness." He rubbed his artificial hand. "You'll have to forgive us, Professor, as it was a stressful time and we all needed to decompress. Especially me, as it seems I can't go a year without nearly dying because of a war that I was told was over."
"It is, Mr. Potter," Umbridge stated, interrupting him before he could say more. "Let us not hear any more about Tom Riddle somehow resurrecting himself once more. After all, we wouldn't want to cause a panic over the actions of a few bamboozled people, now would we?"
"Of course," Harry said pleasantly. "I am thrilled that we can put everything that happened that night behind us."
Umbridge smiled at that until Harry's words sank in and she scowled slightly. "Not everything, Mr. Potter-"
"Everything, Ms. Umbridge," Harry said with a casual shrug and a tone that showed he was anything but. "What you do is none of my concern but I won't have it interrupt my studies. I already had to put the end of my education last year on hold in order to attend the Johto training sessions... I won't waste a second more being repeatedly grilled by the Ministry for something I didn't do. You wouldn't want to cause a panic harassing Lily Potter's Heir because of the actions for a few people, now would you?" He flippantly looked up and shrugged. "Of course, seeing as you are no longer with the Ministry and are a professor at Hogwarts, I think that won't be a problem for you. I look forward to your classes and what perspective you will bring."
Umbridge turned several shades of purple before gaining control of herself and nodding, realizing that there was no way she could get mad at him without making herself come off as a petty fool.
"And that was all you were doing, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked. "Training?"
"Training," Harry said, the unspoken 'in what' not missed by the Potions Master.
"And for the others?" Prof. Flitwick asked. "Your friends left Hogwarts early as well. It caused quite a stir."
"We have garnered quite a bit of attention among the other regions," Harry said with a shrug. "Some offers had to be accepted immediately. Did you know Unova's school years are shorter than ours? Internships do not wait for Hogwarts, sadly. Not outside of Avalon."
"I suppose we can let that slide," Dumbledore said with a polite smile. "After all, your future is what we are interested in shaping here and it is clear that was what you were focused on while you were away. The timing was... unfortunate... but so long as you are dedicated to your studies now..."
Dumbledore's own unsaid words, that he knew Harry was shoveling them bullshit and he still had concerns but he was willing to let those concern slide... for now... if it meant continuing his education.
"Hemhem," Umbridge said, once more drawing everyone's attention to her ('Not that it's that hard when you look like a Politoed whose cosplaying as a Slurpuff''). "It seems you and your friends are more interested in playing jokes that furthering your education." She held out a folder stuffed with documents and paperwork. "Just look at some of the declarations you've made when you returned to Avalon." Harry had rememebed Remus railing on the kids needing to fill out the paperwork, as that was normally someone one only had to do when they'd left the region for decades, not for what had basically amounted to a vacation. If every person had to fill out paperwork with the ministry when they took a trip to Kalos or Sinnoh Fduge would have had to triple the ministry's budget. Sirius, on the other hand, had seen this as a perfect chance to have some fun. "Your 'claim' that you were practicing with the Johto Gauntlet team..."
"Which we've already discussed and of which I've already provided proof," Harry reminded her, resisting the urge to point out that she clearly knew what he had been doing and had lied through her teeth just a few minutes earlier. He wondered if she had done further research… and gotten upset when she saw it all. It had taken a lot of work and made for some hectic days to create all the videos needed to make it look like he'd spent the summer training with the Johto National Team but it had been worth it... both for evidence and for the fact he got to learn from professionals! That had made it worth the long, and at times grueling, days. "And again, due to Sirius being one of my two guardians and being named his heir I have dual citizenship."
"...quite." Umbridge said with a sniff. "And then there is Miss Weasley's claim that she was in 'the digital world fighting off Devimon'."
It had been really clever of Sirius to ask Luna to help write up their excuses.
"A name of a virus, I'm sure," Dumbledore said, trying to move things along. "I've heard all sorts of odd names for viruses and such."
"And people have traveled into the digital world," Sprout reminded everyone.
"Except Kanto where they had those seizure problems..." Flitwick chimed in.
Umbridge for a moment seemed ready to rant but then gathered herself. "That may be but some of these... oh yes, my 'favorite': Miss Lovegood claims that rather than being trained by known terrorists she was assisting your own guardian in forming, and I quote, a "Backstreet Boy Cover Band". Come now, Mr. Potter... if you-"
Harry, having already prepared for this and gotten his dex out, pointed it at a bare patch of wall and activated the projection. Leafeon reached over and flicked off the lights as the image of Sirius dressed in a white suit with no undershirt, standing in a spotlight in a black room appeared from the projection.
"You are... my fire. The one... desire. Believe... when I say... I want it that way!" Sirius sang. "But we are two worlds apart. Can't reach to… your heart… when you say... that I want it that way! Tell me why!"
And then more spotlights turned on, revealing Jack, Lance, Remus, and Xeno Lovegood, all dressed just like Sirius. Jack was wearing a white beanie cap, Lance a pair of white tinted glasses, Remus had on a bow tie, and Xeno with a white scarf and bowler hat.
"Ain't nothing but a heart ache!" the other four sang.
"Tell me why!"
"Ain't nothin' but a mistake! Tell me why!"
"I never want to hear you say."
"I want it that way!"
"Xeno is the sensitive one," Harry said with a smirk, glancing at the professors as he turned off the video. Most looked bemused but Snape looked downright horrified and Umbridge looked almost as ill as those people who had to spend long hours staring at her face. "Now then, we've discussed why I left early last year and what I was doing. If there is nothing else I'd like to finally head to the Great Hall."
"Why did you really return, Mr. Potter?" Umbridge asked when Harry moved to stand. "What is your real reason?"
"I believe I gave you my real reason, Ms. Umbridge-"
"Professor Umbridge, young man."
"My apologizes," Harry said politely, knowing that would throw her off her game.
"And while you have given the reasons I am sure your godfather and that terrorist Kenway fed you they aren't the real reason you have returned. No, I do not think so at all."
"You are welcomed to believe what you wish, Madam Umbridge," Harry said, once more not using the title that she'd forced Dumbledore to hang around her neck. "But belief and fact are not the same thing. The fact is I have returned to continue my education. Nothing more."
"Then you publically renounce Jack Kenway and his family? If you are as apart from him as you claim that wouldn't be a problem."
Harry merely leaned forward and smiled, but the grin was all teeth and no good will. "I would think for a moment you saw yourself as High Inquisitor and not as a mere professor... ma'am."
Umbridge recoiled as if slapped.
'Got you, Umbitch,' Harry thought with a mental smirk. It had been Hermione who had discovered the obscure rule in the Hogwarts bylaws that would allow a Professor, in times of strife, to be elected to the position of High Inquisitor. The position was only supposed to be used to ensure that conspiracy and corruption was unearthed without interrupting the normal flow of Hogwart's day to day life but Harry was willing to bet that Fudge and Umbridge saw it as a chance to take complete control of the school. Place Umbridge as the Inquisitor to dig up dirt on all the professors, to harass and bully the students into towing the line, and then at the end of the year get the entire staff sacked so that Fudge could declare an emergency and put in his own people to run things. From there it would only take a few well placed bribes to get the school board to agree to the changes and place Hogwarts forever within the grasp of the Ministry.
While Harry had issues with how Dumbledore ran things (and the scars he'd gathered in his four years at the place of learning could attest that it wasn't the most water-tight ship) he certainly didn't want Fudge's filthy hands taking the reins.
Harry and Dumbledore shared a look; the Headmaster had suspected as much but honor would not have allowed him to voice such concerns to the staff. Besides, if Umbridge did get the position the that could be seen as Dumbledore attempting to sow discontent among the professors... creating a morbius loop of guilt and action that continually fed on itself. Circular logic at its finest. But Harry coming right out and saying it? He was already a well known trouble maker.
"As for renouncing Jack... I can assure you I have not Spoken with him in months and I have no plan to Speak with him for a long time, if ever." Inwardly Harry smiled at his choice of words. 'Not my fault they can't tell what type of Speaking I'm talking about.'
"If that is true you will have no trouble putting such words on the official record," Umbridge pressed. "It would do Avalon so good to see that you were behind us."
'Fudge wants it both ways: me seen as a leper and me as a trophy he can show the masses.' Harry gave a half shrug though, choosing instead to simply say, "I was led to believe that we are all innocent until proven guilty. I believe both Minister Fudge and Prof. Dumbledore expressed that belief in the graveyard. I find it odd that you are so quick to judge a headmaster from another region who came here for a good will tournament. One whose own daughter was a victim of those... rabble rouses."
"Hemhem. The minister saw Jack give the command to kill those people," Umbridge pointed out.
"And I saw Voldemort in the graveyard. We could both be wrong, of course. Rabble rousers tricking a few decent people into attacking me... the same person using a Psychic Pokémon to alter all our memories and make it appear the Johto Hoods killed those people when it was really a single sick and twisted individual looking to break the bonds of unity between the regions." Harry could see out of the corner of his odd Flitwick start at that... the Head of the house of Knowledge had never considered that but now the seed was planted. The seed was bullshit but it was planted none the less. Flitwick would mention this to others and they would mention it to others and soon the flower would bloom, whispering that perhaps what they had seen wasn't what they had truly seen. It worked for the Ministry and now it would work for Harry.
He had very good teachers.
"The Ministry already released its statement."
"But not an official investigation submitted to the International Courts. Once that is done I will be the first to denounce Jack Kenway."
"They'll never do it,"Jack had told him when they'd discussed this line of attack. "To go to the International Court would mean opening themselves up for the Court's detectives to go over everything. They would create a special council to look into the whole damn thing. Who was there. What they saw. Everyone interviewed with a psychic type there to project the memories. Every injury looked at. And if they found one person guilty they could then use that as an excuse to investigate EVERYTHING in their lives. You claim Lucius Malfoy was there. They would drag him in and use every truth-inducing psychic attack they had to make him talk. And when he admitted what he'd done they'd then be able to ask him about everything he'd ever done. Every bribe. Every crime. And each of those would allow them to dig deeper and deeper." Jack had smirked at that. "There is a reason the Orre Region wasn't invited to the Grand Trainer Tournament... they are still under investigation and its been nearly 30 bloody years since that Shadow Pokémon incident. They don't even have a government anymore." Jack had leaned backed and chuckled. "I'd go down, Harry. I'd be in a cell. Probably Johto would fall too. But I'd take Avalon with me. I'd drown us both in bureaucracy. Mutually assured destruction. Gotta love it."
Umbridge understood too just how stupid such a show of force would be and quickly backed down. "Well... I certainly hope at the very least you show a bit more respect and dedication in my class, Mr. Potter." It was an awkward change of topic/veiled threat and Harry merely listened on. "I will be teaching Battling this year and-"
"Battling?" Dumbledore interrupted. "Oh my... Dolores, I am afraid there has been a misunderstanding. You will not be teaching Pokémon Battling."
Umbridge turned and stared at Dumbledore and Harry did the same; he was as surprised as the Woman In Pink. "Excuse me?"
"Oh my, you are quite excused!" Dumbledore said cheerfully, playing up now his role of kindly old man. "We all make mistakes."
"It is you who is mistaken, headmaster. I am here to instruct the Battle Class. You stated you needed a teacher. That is why I applied."
'Forced your way in, actually,' Harry thought as Dumbledore shrugged.
"I don't know where you heard that, Dolores... I have had a Battle Instructor in place for the last month and a half. That was before you came to me after all."
"Impossible! The Minister... I mean... it would have been heard by the ministry if you had found a Battle Instructor! No one from Avalon has been selected."
Dumbledore nodded sagely. "Ah, then you were listening to the wrong sources and in the wrong directions. The professor isn't from Avalon."
"A foreigner?" Umbridge exclaimed, scandalized.
"After the issues with Quirrell, Lockhart, and Alastor, I thought it might be wise to select someone outside of Avalon to teach."
Umbridge swallowed down her rage and with a sweet voice asked, "And who did you select? I would certainly like to know who this... stranger from a strange land is."
"Ah, well you can meet Prof. Slate at dinner. As for being from a strange land I would never term Kanto that. Prof. Slate is from Pewter... he was a gym leader there, one of the youngest I am told, before he decided to dedicate himself to becoming a Pokémon Doctor. He decided though that he wished to do a year of teaching, so that he might be more well rounded, perhaps even join a medical college as an instructor. He has helped a few young trainers already..." Dumbledore began to look about his cluttered desk. "I believe last year's Champion of the Hoenn League, Maxwell Maple, studied with him before he began his journey-"
"Hemhem," Umbridge said, trying to regain control of the situation. "If I am not to be the Battle Instructor then what position am I to hold?"
"Assistant History Professor," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"His... History Professor!"
"Assistant. The BINNIS Program could use an actual teacher to assist from time to time. I am so glad you accepted, Dolores... I was afraid I'd have to hire a student teacher, what with the low pay and long hours. But your dedication to the children of Avalon is appreciated."
Flitwick, Sprout, and McGonagall didn't even bother to hide their smiles.
Harry fought the urge to whistle. Dumbledore had just taken the entire chess board and mixed up all the pieces.
"Now, I believe that is all I need from each of you." Dumbledore rose, the other professors leaving in various states and moods. Umbridge didn't even dignify him with a glance even though he could tell that is all she wanted to do while Snape's glower hide well the look of approval in his eyes. McGonagall glanced at him but then lowered her eyes in shame, though for who he couldn't tell, while Flitwick processed what he'd said and Sprout weighed what had happened.
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said softly. "I hope you understand that I am on your side. Despite what you might think."
"I understand why you acted as you did."
"You know... you don't understand."
"...that's true," Harry admitted. "Someone told me recently that we should not worry how our fellow man thinks of us... worry about how history will see our actions."
"Spoken by men who will control how history will be written."
"Perhaps then some should seek to take hold of the narrative... instead of letting others write it."
"Spoken by a boy who has not held the quill." Dumbledore smiled sadly, so quiet Harry barely heard.
~MC~MC~MC~
Author's Notes: Sirius' patented sitting move was challenged in court by Tristan Taylor's patented crossleg sitting move. The case is still being decided.
McGonagall truly sucked when it came to helping her students. I get a lot of people love her and her character but for me, with everything I've done to research this, I just don't see it. She is too hand's off. Maybe it is a british thing and me being a stupid American is coloring my views. Also (sends out my Braviary) AMERICA! FRICK YEAH!
Before someone complains about Harry trying out with the Johto Gauntlet team… Viktor. He was on his national team and I wager he didn't get on when he was 17. Yes, he was a prodigy… but we've seen harry do things no other player has done. It isn't that much of a stretch that the Gauntlet team of Johto would want him… especially after Viktor gave him a good review (he might have played against them but he respects his foes and he's moving to the professionals now).