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June 2008 AD

Herobound part 1

He could not scream, he refused on shear principle, but grit his teeth in agony as the marks were burnt into his naked flesh, almost disappearing before they were imbedded into his flesh. He was looking up with pitch black eyes at the arrogant smugness of his torturers, as they believe this is a punishment.

This is just the beginning of his truths, and his greatest victories. He would have laughed, and mocked these evil beings if he was not using all of his energy not to scream. He would never give them such satisfaction; never give in to their greed and jealousy.

He has dreams far greater, and further reaching than any of them could possibly imagine. His future is set, set on a path further and more potent than any wizards before him, as he will stand up and change this miserable would. He will change the way things are seen, and the world will be better for it.

Those who preach and never act might as well do nothing at all! They hold the world back, and mock the visions of others through fear and ignorance. He loath them all, and worse his little sister and brother have to sit through it all, blindly following the blind.

However, he has enacted precautions to protect his sister from harm. She will be watched closely. They do not have orders to intervene just yet, but wait, watch and only take her should her innocent soul or body be in any immediate danger from that ginger tosser.

His younger brother should be OK for now, being male makes it so much easier just to let the minders watch. He should be perfectly fine, and given a chance, sometime in the future maybe he will open his eyes and realise that what they do is not good, but bad, and in some cases mindless evil.

He laughed through his pain, but those with Dumbledore could only grimace, not having a clue. They believe he stayed because he had nothing else, or that he is a fool. He could have ran, but then they would have given chase, and that would have slowed his plans down.

This way, he failed the quick way, but he has the more amusing and fun way ahead of him. He can barely wait to see the reaction of mage when their power belongs to all.

Banishment, the ultimate sacrilege to a wizard's power, but to Harry Evans, a seventeen-year-old 'wizard' was nothing more than a slight set back in his goals depending on the angle you look. They really do not have a clue that they seal their greatest chance of Voldemort's defeat while relying on a weak little bully who is so easily manipulated it is not even funny anymore.

It had become obvious to few others over the course of the school year that Dumbledore had chosen the wrong boy, chosen the weakling over the powerful one, or maybe that was what Dumbledore wanted for some messed up scheme.

No one can really fathom the extent of Dumbledore's meddling, or what he really wants… well those few people not following him blindly, and believing in his plan religiously without having a clue what it is, or where its going.

He will admit he finds their blind faith amusing. It is so blind that he doubts any of them would question Dumbledore if he started walking around the school in nothing but a pair of pants. The mere thought pained Harry more than the ritual, this or his last.

Harry had manoeuvred all of his enemies into helping his plans in some way, just because of one foolish boy's pride. Just the thought back made him feel pity that his brother is going to end up either dead or a slave to Dumbledore, sucking his stinky old cock like the rest of the 'light'.

He could hear his 'sealers' mocking him as his eyes returned to their normal green, letting himself ignore the ignorant fools while they burn on more symbols, thinking back to the end of the beginning, and giving a bloody lipped smile.

April 2008 AD

It had been an amusing few months leading to April. Harry had been playing his brother and brothers' friends for fools. Though, not really-difficult when friends with Ronald Weasley, Hermione does give him the odd suspicious look.

Harry was having a great few weeks after the Easter Holidays, and as per the norm since first year, he stayed at the castle while everyone else went home with their families. Since he does not seem to have much in the way of family, even though Susan had invited him home with her as she does each holiday, and he too refused each time.

He did not want to make trouble for Susan's aunt, or Susan. Anyway, he had lots to do that he can do better alone. He could not do anything big, as believe it or not, it's easier to be up to no good with crowds of students around and not get caught.

It was an odd, chilly day when Harry was conveniently walking passed Transfiguration to see some scared little Slyths, once again being picked on by the jokes on Gryffindors name, well, the Weasley 1 with some crony's as Terry was not in committee by the look of things.

Harry was quite amused as the little Slyths saw him and ran over to use him as protection. The Gryffindors turned to give chase only to stop as Harry was with them, holding a terrified little girls hand. They all seemed to pause as one as they saw the Hufflepuff boy smirking, wearing his yellow and black school uniform, his robe left undone and wearing a normal school uniform underneath, unlike most wizards who would not wear muggle clothes at all.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Harry asked, disgusted with this crap still going on. He just cannot stand Ron calling them evil while he is the one terrorising them.

"Shut it Hufflepuff!" Ron spat out in a superior tone, as if Hufflepuffs are beneath him, as if. "We can do what we like to put those filthy little Slytherins in their place! We're just teaching them that they're nothing but evil scum!"

Harry looked down at the cute little Slytherin girl as she was shaking, holding onto his hand and arm. He looked back up at Ronald, his eyes like sheets of ice with laser cannons incorporated.

"You really don't understand irony do you, Weasley!?" he asked, rolling his eyes while the boy didn't seem to know what irony is. "You're the evil scum Ronald because the good guys do not torment innocent kids. All you're doing you piece of shit is giving them one option for later life. You will be responsible for taking their lives away, for putting such hate in their innocent hearts, and I will not allow it, you heartless smeg!"

"Yeah, well what are you going to do?" he demanded while he drew his wand with his 'gang' in tow.

"Not me Weasley…" he replied, again amused with the situation.

"However, I shall!"

It was a cold and dangerous voice that spoke as Professor Snape stepped out of the shadows of a secret corridor dressed all in black. "You shall each be receiving detention with me for the next week for bullying, and look, no precious Boy-Who-Lived, so I have you!"

"W-what!" Ron stuttered out looking around but he had been captured in a corridor with no paintings so no other teacher sent by Dumbledore to get them out of trouble as Snape is the only one who will give out detentions to Terry's friends.

"I suggest you get moving Weasley!" Snape said and Weasley and his gang quickly hurried away before Snape could give them extra detentions. Snape gave Harry a nod and left too.

Harry turned to the Slyths and they grinned up at him with the girl jumping up into his arms for a hug, kissing his cheek. "You guys did real well, maybe you could get some rolls in the movies," he said as he held the girl, and confusing them. "I'll tell you about that another day," he added, smiling as he put the girl down.

"OK, one for Megan," he said pulling out some bags of sweets and handed her one bag. "Then for Kelly, and Michael and Jeffery…" he said handing them out to the kids as payment before they thanked him and he led them to the Entrance Hall just in case they get 'attacked' for real while he's not around to protect them.

He left them in the hall and carried on his way. He really does have much more stuff to do. Therefore, he went back to his common room and sat down by the fire to warm up. He drew out his wand when out of nowhere a pretty-blonde girl hopped down onto his lap.

"Hannah!" he groaned as she wiggled her butt on his lap, giggling as she snuggled up. "Couldn't you see I was busy?" he asked, rolling his eyes, but accepted her kiss, tongue in mouth before she pulled back looking smug.

"Yep," she agreed, smirking as she moved, trying to undo his belt. "Harry you shouldn't wear muggle clothes, 'cause then I could get instant access."

He laughed and stopped her hand. "Wow, you would give me a hand job right here in front of everybody wouldn't you?"

"As long as they don't see my bits I would suck it here," she agreed cheekily. "When Susie get in, do you want to have a three-way in her Prefects room?"

"I have… stuff to do," he forced out before nodding. "OK, but I can only take two hours away from business, unless you wait till tonight and bedtime, then we can stay over."

"Deal!" she agreed hopping up off his lap, leaning over and kissing him before hurrying away to find Susan.

"How do you do that?" he was interrupted by Justin of his year with Ernie sitting with him, he just looked at him trying to figure out what he means as he does a lot of weird stuff he could mean.

"I mean with the girls. You have both Susan and Hannah all over you, and they know about each other, and then other girls too from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and even Gryffindor. I heard a rumour that you went and did something in a broom closet with Lavender Brown and the Patil sisters!"

"Oh, yeah, good memories!" he said with a wired look before shaking it off and shrugging. "And I don't know, but I'm good looking with a great body because I work out, and I'm powerful and talented, and apparently the hunnies love the kind bad boy anti-hero thing."

"But two of them are Gryffindors that run in the Circle of Douches," he replied, using a name Harry had come up with just after the Easter holiday, and now they're called it behind their backs by Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students, and the Slytherins use it as an insult, openly to their faces.

"Actually, I always pictured them in the cheer squad," he said before frowning. "We really need a cheerleader squad, but then again, don't want to inflate Terry's ego any more than it already is," he said laughing with the other boys.

"So, are you still manipulating Terry with this whole prank thing?" Ernie asked eagerly interested.

"Oh," he laughed, shrugging. "I almost forgot about that I've been so busy, but yeah. It gets my mind off things and makes me laugh. Loki is quite the handful, and very talented. It's hard just keeping up with his pranks, let alone beating them."

He was about to reply when a cute out of breath brown haired girl two years below them interrupted, smiling and blushing deeply as she stopped before Harry, her cheeks darkening.

"Harry," she said with her smile, her blue eyes roaming all over him to the other boys awe and hero worship that he doesn't have to even try, and no matter how much the 'light' call him evil, the girls either don't care, or in most cases know it's not true.

"This Hermione Granger Gryffindor asked me to get you for her," she said, pleased that she got the message out.

"Oh, right, where is she?" he asked, curious as he stood up and put his wand away.

"Oh, sorry," she said giggling. "She's just down the corridor near the kitchens portrait," she said, embarrassed she forgot to tell him such an important part.

"Thanks," he said before turning to the other boys. "Well later guys," he said before stealing a kiss from the girls' lips and leaving her in dreamland.

"He makes it look so easy," Ernie said sadly. "Maybe we should start exercising and the girls will be like that for us?" he suggested with a grin.

"Well," Justin said thoughtfully. "I suppose it's worth a shot."

They will have given up by the next day.

Harry saw Hermione fidgeting with her fingers nervously as she waited for him. "OK, Hermione-baby, what's going down!?" he fifties-gangster-talked her as he asked the question.

She smiled a little as he just has a way of making people, girls mostly smile or laugh. She hated to admit it, even to herself but she likes him a lot more than she likes Ron. He is kind and fun, and does not go out of his way to upset people as Ron does. That's not to mention how hot she thinks he is, and that he is the boy she thinks about while alone, in bed, but that's just childish fantasy, plus she's seen him without a top so knows how fit he is.

Though, she also knows from the rumour-mill that he's quite the player with the ladies, but none of them have said bad about him because he's so good to them. This leaves her plenty of time to think things through, and it leaves her feeling sick.

She came to one absolute truth. Harry Potter is a better human being than Terry Potter is. He is not only smarter, but also more powerful, kinder, gentle, and a loving person. He cares about Rose's happiness whereas Terry could not care less.

Terry is selfish while Harry is giving. Sure, she knows Harry is using Terry and even her to some extent. It is obvious with this prank thing, but as long as he is helping Terry, she could not care less whether he is only doing it to make fun of them behind their backs with his superior pranking talent.

"Umm," she replied, fidgeting uncomfortably, especially while her mind was traversing down avenues it probably should not. If Dumbledore found out, he would be so disappointed.

"Wow, worried that Dumbledore will find out you've come to me, alone, snappy," he interrupted and she went wide-eyed with shock.

"Y-you know Legilimency!" she accused, worried.

Harry just shrugged, feeling quite amused by her quick mind, but also disappointed she does not use it the way she could, for 'good', or more importantly, for him.

He will have to think on that some, and maybe he can fix her, or whatever. She has so much squandered potential that she wastes on the unappreciative Dumbledore and his 'Greater Good' for Terry and whatnot, like doing Ron's homework through some kind of fear that she will be alone if she doesn't, and then out of that loop when Ron is the expendable member of that group, not her.

"You're really easy to read," he said, amused. "Your mind is so organised, its like looking for a book in the library. All I need is to search alphabetically and bingo, I have your memory. Though, I'll admit that I don't enter people's heads nearly as much as Dumbledore. Even Snape is more restrained than that, but I figure he doesn't want to fart around with the teenage dramas!"

"B-but I've been learning occlumency from Dumbledore with Terry and Ron… a well organised mind is a safe mind," she recited the old man as if that meant anything to him. "And where do you get off accusing Dumbledore of such things?"

Harry rolled his eyes, sighing. "Other than his control of the portraits, how else do you think he knows so much? How do you think he has so much control over you? A well organised mind is easy to navigate without security protocols. It's like a computer with no password. I can just type in the search bar what I want to find, and bingo, I have it."

"B-but that is impossible," she said defiantly. "Dumbledore wouldn't lie to us. Why would he want to make it easier for people to look inside our minds?"

"Not people, Hermione, him," he replied, amused that she had not figured out that Dumbledore is not teaching them anything. "With easy access he can make sure you haven't gained a mind of your own, and manipulate your thoughts, keeping you in the 'light'."

"Then prove it!" she demanded, angry at the accusations. "You only saw the surface because I haven't gotten that far in occlumency yet!"

"You overheard Lavender bragging about having sex with me a few weeks ago," he said to her shock as she paled. "Ever since then you've been fantasising about what it would have been like to secretly watch. You even join in inside your head," he laughed as she went bright red, highly embarrassed.

"Or maybe this will help you believe me… 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 equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not, and either must die-."

"Harry, stop, OK. I believe you, OK!" she said shuddering at how easy he pulled the prophecy from her mind, or maybe Terry or Ron's, not that Ron has much of a mind. "I don't know any occlumency!" she was quick to interrupt with wide eyes, red faced and feeling sicker than when she came to him, now unsure, questions whirling in her mind, out of control, confusion and doubt. "Then how… how do I learn occlumency?" she asked, sounding desperate and strained. "And, you won't tell anyone my secrets will you?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "No, Hermione, I won't tell anyone, your mind is yours, and my intrusion into your personal thoughts is wrong, which is why I will never repeat them without your permission, because that is the right thing to do, and I don't like doing what is easy.

"As for occlumency, it's quite the opposite of what you've been told; a cluttered mind is a lot safer. You should store your important memories within codded vaults, hidden within your deepest mind. Then you use unimportant memories such as fantasy, love, hate… things like playing games, your fist kiss, classes, your first day at school, the moment you found out you're a witch, excitement. These are the thoughts, emotions, and memories that you should leave lying around, neat or otherwise.

"This allows for an intruder to enter, but not find anything important, and most times will just leave, believing you don't know what they want to know, because they're arrogant enough to not think of you as potentially protected. There are more advanced forms of occlumency, such as faking memories, or just refusing access by making barriers around the mind, but this way is very efficient."

"That… actually sounds more…" Hermione began but trailed off, sighing. "I don't know what to believe anymore. I see you and we 'hang' out while you are planning a prank for Terry to pull off and I feel. I feel happy. I can talk with you about many things that Ron and Terry just cannot comprehend. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be friends with two boys who you have to dumb down for?"

He laughed, rolling his eyes as he leant up against the wall. "Nope, but I do find it a little… irritating that not nearly as many people at school understand how intelligent I am. I try not to show off my smarts, fitting in; making friends, people I know will love me. It's important to feel love, and to love."

"You do care about people," she said, looking down at her feet. "I can see that though you're a dark wizard that you're not evil!"

Harry laughed at that, embarrassing her. "I wouldn't let anyone else hear you say that, Hermione, or you'll surely be reprimanded, and it will take a while to regain Dumbledore's trust."

She started, looking at Harry. "That's why I came… I needed to tell you. I – I overheard Dumbledore. He was talking with your parents about b-banishing you from the magical world."

"Yes, I know, but it's still nice of you to tell me," he replied, smiling.

"B-but, don't you understand that they'll seal away your magic?"

"Yes, my mana, phases of Zero Point Energy, which is the scientific term for what you call magic," he agreed, shrugging. "Because they fear and hate change so much, and Dumbledore fears me because he knows I could possibly succeed. Not only that, but Dumbledore fears me because he knows, he knows that someday given the chance, I could defeat him.

"Voldemort isn't the only one with a prophesised defeat," he said to her shock and awe, quivering at Voldemort's name, awed that he not only says it, but with such nonchalance, but more so at the thought of a prophecy predicting Dumbledore's downfall. It looks like Dumbledore is trying to stop his own defeat; but ultimately, he may be the reason Harry has reason to defeat him.

Self-fulfilling prophecy, just like the one with Terry. If these men never heard of them, they likely would not have begun, working in motion. It seems sad that two of the greatest wizards in a century were that idiotic that they started their own defeats, but really, is Dumbledore that bad, or stupid?

"And you're not scared?" she asked, scared enough for him, shuddering at the thought of the physical and mental pain and anguish of sealing her magic away, and that is if the books were being mild.

He smiled and reached over pulling her into his arms, he felt her shaking as she melted into his embrace. "In truth, I'm terrified. Magic is my right of birth," he said while she held onto him tightly. "I want to give that right to everyone, but Dumbledore fears equality because he'll become just another crazy old guy who needs to be taken care of in a retirement home.

"My dream is to give magic to all of the Earths people," he said with such passion that Hermione could not help the tears as even the 'light' had no ambition such as his. She could picture a wonderful world where she does not feel so distant from her parents because of her powers, where she can learn to be who she wants to be, and not worry over what some old man thinks and says.

"B-but… you're willing to sacrifice everything for it!?" she asked, concerned. "Harry, you… you're the only person at this school that I've actually gotten along with on the same mental level. In fact, sometimes you make me feel stupid. I wish I had been placed in Hufflepuff with you, or even Ravenclaw. I could have done better away from Gryffindor."

Harry laughed as he let her pull from his comfort, staring at him in confusion. "The hat normally doesn't care what house it puts you, but I do know that Dumbledore gets it to choose certain people for certain houses, like me, here, expecting me to give in to stereotyping.

"Then you in Gryffindor. After all, the hero needs his researcher, and muggle-born or not, it did not matter. All that mattered was you're smart and have so much… too much faith in authority without knowing much about the magical world that you accept in blind faith the words from a 'wise' old man as absolute truth."

She looked away wiping her eyes while he continued to hold her hands. She looked so sad and confused. "Thank you," she said, lowering her eyes. "Harry, will you be my first kiss?" she asked suddenly, not looking up, blushing brightly.

"I would have thought that Krum dude would have…?"

"He tried to but I was too embarrassed, and I'm kind of pleased now though," she quickly answered, more embarrassed than before when she felt his hand lift her chin; her eyes widened as his lips met hers before they closed.

He kissed her, her lips moving with his, his tongue entering her mouth he pulled her tighter, flush with his strong, powerful body. She wrapped her arms around him, her tongue meeting his. She could feel it, what other girls had said, his power, so warm and comforting, before it was over much too soon. He pulled back, sucking on her tongue, her eyes opened and she felt weak in the knees with her chest pounding painfully.

"T-thank you," she whispered breathlessly as he smirked, turned from her and headed back to his common room leaving her to contemplate what just happened.

She did not know what to do or say, and felt like following him, but she did not, she turned away and headed back to the Entrance Hall where Terry and Ron waited eagerly.

"Well?" Terry asked and she was uncertain, but she pulled out the wand, Harry's wand and Terry eagerly took it. "Yes," he said looking it over. "I'll show you Harry, making a fool of me in the guise of a clown."

He laughed when he swished the wand only to scream like a little girl as the wand turned, morphed into a huge snake and started coiling around him. He was panicking and struggling as he fell to the floor.

Hermione could only watch in shock as Ron tried to save him, but he was worse at magic than Terry, well this kind. She could only feel relieved when Harry walked out of the basement smiling at her; he winked. She realised he knew all along that she was up to no good, but the longer she talked to him like they were, the more she realised he should be the hero, not Terry.

"I wondered where my wand went!" he said happily, as he plucked the snake up and it turned back into his wand. "You know Terry-boy, you shouldn't play with another dudes wand… unless you're into that sort of thing, but it should not be your brothers, try Ron, his dick is so small it won't hurt your first time.

"I'm not into incest, sorry dude, but I don't swing that way either, though I suppose I'm open enough to try screwing another guy, but unless you're hotter than the sun, I don't think so!"

He laughed as he walked passed Hermione and started her as he spanked her butt, viciously hard before leaving back towards his common room. The disturbing thing Hermione realised as her rear stung like never before is she liked it.

to be continued…