Harry had transformed back to his Snork form before bed. It was simply what he was the most comfortable with. He was tangled around Snorkmaiden in the two pushed together beds when he heard a knock. He untangled himself from her to answer as she muttered something in her sleep. He was unsurprised to see Dumbledore. He seemed taken aback by the beds pushed together in the middle of the room.

"Oh...You pushed the beds together."

Harry quickly said, "Sorry Sir, but we felt more comfortable like this. It's how things were in Moomin Valley if we spent the night and we thought it would give us extra room in here and it is cold in here-."

Dumbledore gave an amused chuckle as he held up a hand to stop Harry. "You're both much older than the usual students. So I'll let it slide. And if you wanted an extra room, wouldn't it also work with both beds to either wall?"

Harry faltered at the implication Dumbledore was alluding to. "Oh uh, yes Sir...But...It's not-"

Dumbledore chuckled again before handing Harry his uniform. "No need in explaining. I was young once too."

Harry felt his cheeks warm as he busied himself to look through the clothes, noting the scarf in particular.

"Every house has house colors, a symbol of that house as well. Gryffindor is red and orange and the symbol of a brave lion. Anyone else with that scarf color is Gryffindor as well."

"Are we enemies with other houses?" Harry muttered in confusion.

"Oh no! However, there is a bit of friendly competition to see who's house can rally up the most points."

"Like a team against another team?"

Dumbledore slowly nodded, "In a way, I suppose so. But above all else, Hogwarts houses stick together."

Snorkmaiden stirred, rising up with a stretch and a yawn. She blinked in alarm as she saw the Head Master. "Oh! Did we oversleep?"

"Not at all, I apologize for waking you. I was simply dropping off Harry's uniform...And to talk."

Harry perked up, looking at the older man in confusion. "What about Professor? I thought we covered everything last night."

Dumbledore gave a sheepish look. "Not quite." He said as he laid a wooden wand in Harry's hands. Harry looked confused.

"What? I thought you saw I didn't need a wand?"

Dumbledore looked at the Snork Harry seriously. "Things have changed. It was brought to my attention that you're going to be watched carefully. Not being registered as a Metamorphmagus or magic-user is forbidden and the Ministry will not be happy. You being able to use magic the way you do at such a young age without a wand is almost unheard of. You're going to raise suspicion-"

"And bring attention to Hobgoblin, Witch and Moomin Valley…" Harry finished.

"Yes. Until we find the one who put your name in the Goblet, we can't have any more attention brought to you."

Harry looked down at himself as well as back at his fiance sitting on the beds.

"So, I'm guessing I'm to not be seen with my fiance or be in my Snork form? " Harry muttered in annoyance. Dumbledore thought a moment before shaking his head, to Harry's surprise.

"No. You came from another realm where your relationship was accepted, as it should be. The student body and facility will just deal with it. I won't allow harsh prejudice put against you...However, I can't fix everything. There will be hate towards you and Snorkmaiden. And if you choose to be in your Snork form, it will have to be reported to the Ministry of Magic."

"But why? Harry isn't doing anything wrong!" Snorkmaiden huffed.

"No, but he could as far as they're concerned. Every Witch or Wizard that can change their form at will, legally have to be registered. If not, then they are breaking the law and will be forced to register. These witches and wizards are put at the top of the Ministry's list as 'high risk' because they can be anyone and everyone. Some in the ministry want to outlaw it, make it so that they can't transform unless given permission. Of course, I will do everything in my power to not allow that...But you see their point. A disguise is a reason we can't find the Death Eater most likely responsible for putting your name in the Goblet."

"I...See…" Harry replied, eyes downcast.

He loved his Snork form. Sometimes, it was the only time he truly felt like himself. But...He saw Dumbledore's point. The less attention brought on, the better. Just until they could figure out who was responsible for the damage done.

With a heavy heart, Harry transformed back into his human form. Snorkmaiden gave him a sympathetic look, knowing how much his Snork identity meant to him.

Dumbledore smiled sadly, "I'm sorry Harry and thank you for being so understanding. If you want to show yourself as a Snork, you can. But be prepared to be registered and questioned even more than you already might be."

Harry shook his head. "No, no...You're right. It's just until we can figure out who put in my name and defeat this dark lord or whatever. Right?"

"That would be ideal...However, it may take longer than what you might presume."

Harry sighed, folding the uniform into his arms and taking the wand. "Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. So...Do I just point this thing and pretend my magic comes from it?"

"Yes and usually there is an incantation with most spells. Your Professors will teach you. Until then-"

Harry glumly finished for him. "Hang low? Don't draw attention?"

Dumbledore gave him a thoughtful smile as he rested a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I swear Harry, we'll get to the bottom of this. When we discover who put your name in the Goblet as well as finish the tournament, I will make sure everything is clear. Ministry or not."

Harry gave a small smile, knowing the Older Wizard had his best interest at heart. Dumbledore released Harry. "I'm afraid you won't see me as much as you have recently. After all, being a Head Master has its responsibilities. If need be, you know where to find me."

"Of course."

"If it makes you feel better, the tournament is in a few weeks. November 24 is the first task, that's only 2 weeks from now. These classes will be until then and after the entire Triwizard Tournament is complete by the last of Winter, I'm hopeful we can solve the answer to many questions we both have."

Harry deflated at the idea of competing. "Yeah...

Hopefully."

"I was unsure of what year to place you in. I feel you exceed first or second year but I feel it would draw too much attention to be in your senior year with those your age. People will ask 'How did someone so much older exceed magically without proper training?'. This way, we can say you were a late bloomer but still wet behind the ears, so to speak."

Harry knew if he were in his Snork form, he'd be dark blue by now. "So as we discussed, I'm with a bunch of 14-year-old fourth years?"

Dumbledore nodded and handed the exasperated Harry a piece of paper.

"Here is your class scheduling, times and room numbers. A map is on the back."

"Thank you." Harry forced out, already dreading today.

With that, Dumbledore left. Snorkmaiden came up to Harry who seemed less than pleased with all of the recent events. "It's okay, Sweetie. For what it's worth, I like your human form just as much as your Snork one."

Harry glanced at her with an unsure smile. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm. " She kissed him on the cheek. She whispered, "You better get ready for class soon. Hopefully, your teachers are fun!"

Harry grumbled as he adjusted his clothes. THIS was one of the many reasons why he enjoyed being a Snork! Plenty of fur and less itchy clothes on!

He looked at the paper Professor Dumbledore had given him. 'Yeah, this is it...Professor Snape's Class of Potions.'

Harry entered the room with a few other students. He tried to stifle the unnerving feeling of all eyes on him. A young man standing as tall as the Professors, having come from nowhere and now attending classes with them. No wonder he was being eyed from around the room.

Harry heard snickering from a little blonde boy whose voice was barely cracking. "Must have been so stupid at his old school that he got held back a few years!" The snooty blonde jostled with his friends. Harry felt his blue eyes narrow as he walked. They continued as he walked by, 'Maybe he's a half-giant freak like Hagrid? I heard my father's stories about how disgusting it was for his dad to breed a giant and then have the gall to have his freak son attend Hogwarts.' The boy muttered in disgust. Harry held back a sneer at the bigotry and continued onward.

His eyes caught sight of the Professor and for a moment, Professor Snape saw a ghost. His breath stopped as he stared wide-eyed at Harry.

After a moment, he resumed a steel glare. Harry stepped forward, not the least bit intimidated. "I'm here for the potions course," Harry said. Snape raised a heavy brow. "Obviously. Isn't everyone here doing the same?" He gestured to the class who snickered. Harry folded his arms with a scowl.

"Yes Professor, I'm well aware of that. However, I'm new. I need to know the protocol and where to sit... Please."

Snape gave Harry a disdainful look, "A bit old to be this far behind, aren't you?" He monotoned.

"Look up my name, it should be listed. I used to go by Harry Potter but it's Harry Moomin now."

Snape glared hatefully. "Do you think this is funny?" He hissed. Harry blinked in surprise. "What do you mean-"

Snape interrupted him, "There is no way Harry Potter would be your age. Who put you up-" Snape trailed off as he read his paper. Harry presumed his name was on the list.

"It's Harry Moomin. Not Potter. I just didn't know if it was mistaken for it." He continued as the older Wizard's brows furrowed.

Snape bit his inner cheek in a soured face. "Take a seat, any empty seat. You've already delayed my class enough."

Harry casually looked around before seeing a seat next to a curly-haired girl and a redheaded boy. He took a seat. They both looked at him in a curious manner.

"Hey, a fellow Gryff!" Ron mumbled with a dorky grin. Harry smiled down at him. "Hey, same to you! You're the first one I've met. I just arrived last night." Harry mumbled back.

"Shh! Be quiet please!" The unruly-haired girl beside him scolded. Harry raised a brow at the girl and took in her blue & black scarf.

The boy whispered to Harry. "I'm Ron and that nerd there is Hermione." Harry grinned at the boy. He reminded him a bit of how Moomin was when they were younger. "Harry. Maybe you can meet my fiance, Snorkmaiden? You'd like her." Ron made an o-face. "A fiance? How old are you?"

"SHH!" Hermione harshly uttered as she opened the textbook to write. Harry rolled his eyes but did the same.

Professor Snape continued his lesson until he got to a certain part about 30 minutes in. Harry scrunched his eyebrows and raised his hand. Snape seemed to ignore him at first until Harry cleared his throat to draw even more attention.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, what is so important?"

"Moomin." Harry corrected with a glare before continuing. "And I have to ask, why wouldn't you use dragons breath root instead of mugwort, Professor? It will produce a much more sustainable potion that won't leave bitterness in your mouth. And it gives the added benefit of curing a sore throat or a mishap involving gaining fur from a different potion gone wrong…" Harry trailed off his rant, realizing he was being stared at.

Snape glared, "Oh? And where pray tell would you learn a potion such as that outside of my class?" He crossed his arms, skeletal fingers tapping impatiently. Harry felt himself shrink a bit at blabbing when he was supposed to be keeping a low profile.

"Uh...Um my...Mama. She has a book that belonged to my Grandmother on cures...And potions." He nervously answered. Snape huffed. "I don't care what your so-called mother taught you. I'm the Professor and this is my class. Now, if you would like to-"

"What do you mean by so-called?" Harry muttered. He felt his eye twitch at his tone. He felt his anger replace any nerves he had.

Snape sneered. "So-called, as in not your true mother. Whatever Witch must have raised you other than your birth mother to have some hereditary folk magic book."

'Folk magic as incomplete bollocks' A student muttered behind Harry with a snicker. Harry growled in his throat.

"My mother is not so-called, she is my mother. And that so-called folk magic book had elixirs and potions that was thicker than that little notebook you have on your stand!" Harry pointed to the potions book Snape was teaching from. Moominmama's book was smaller but his ass didn't need to know that!

Snape growled back without a second thought, "5 points deduction for Gryffindor."

Ron bit his lip before speaking up. "Sir, he's new...Maybe-"

"Make it 5 more points if you utter anything else, Weasly." Snape interrupted.

Harry felt his lip lift to show his teeth. "Exactly. I'm new and barely a part of Gryffindor yet. You can't just take away points for a simple comment!"

"Detention. No more interruptions." Snape turned back to continue his lessons.

Harry just knew he wouldn't be able to keep the snarky comment away. This was just ridiculous! He was an adult! Even if he wasn't, he shouldn't be allowed to treat students like this!

It flew past his lips before he realized it. "No, I don't think so. I'm not interested in being around you any longer than necessary." Harry gave a cocky smirk. Ron urgently whispered, "Stop! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Mr. Weasley, detention." Snape snapped. Ron looked appalled as Harry stood angrily. "He didn't even do anything, you complete ass!" Harry exclaimed, feeling his ears burn and body tingle in unrestrained anger.

Hermoine bit her lip before shooting up her hand. Snape raised a brow. "What?" He spat.

"Professor Snape, with due respect Sir, Harry is correct on the potion even if it was rude. You technically can-"

"DETENTION." Snape snarled. Hermione looked outraged. "What?! For just sharing knowledge-"

"Would you like more detention? Perhaps every day this week?" He cruelly taunted. Both Hermione and Ron wilted in their seats. It made Harry's blood boil.

Harry stood up to his full height, emphasizing the point he was about to make. "Snape-"

"PROFESSOR. You are my student and I'm your superior. You will address me as such!" The older man exclaimed, showing more anger than the entire engagement. Harry ignored him. He wasn't the only one that could play that passive-aggressive game.

" You're not my superior, you're my teacher. You're not a King, believe it or not. And here is something you should also start realizing... I'm a grown man. I have a fiance. My name is in the Goblet of Fire. I'm only taking this stupid class because Professor Dumbledore wanted to see where my skill level is at. Turns out, I get to tell him that this hack of a class isn't necessary for me." Harry raved, giving Snape a challenging look.

All the teens whispered feverishly before Snape used his wands magic to slam a book in an act of dominance and silence. Harry openly laughed, making the Professor glare more.

'If only you knew what I could do.' He thought in amusement.

"Silence!" Snape ordered the class before walking up to Harry. Harry prepared himself both magically and physically, unsure of what the older man was about to do. Snape stood level eyed a foot from Harry.

He glared at Harry for what felt like an eternity. He mouthed something so soft under his breath, Harry wondered if he heard him correctly. Snape cleared his voice to speak aloud. "If you wish to leave, Potter...Moomin. Whatever you go by, be my guest. But you will not progress without my passing grade."

Harry cocked his mouth into a smirk. As if he cared about a grade! As soon as he beat this tournament and dark lord, he was OUT of here. "I'll manage." He simply stated.

"Fine. Get out… And you two-" He pointed to Ron and Hermione. "Still have detention."

Harry fought every urge not to grab that finger and break it. He got his anger and no fooling around attitude at a young age from Moominpappa...Little My's influence didn't help. Moomin was close but still had more of Moominmama's temperament for the most part. Moominpappa would have verbally ripped Snape a new one if he were here! Moomin and Mama may have a few choice words as well.

Harry taunted, "Do you feel good?"

Snape looked momentarily caught off guard. "What?"

Harry continued. "Do you feel powerful being such a jerk to kids? Kids that you know did nothing wrong other than trying to help or give a respectful opinion? What is it? Insecure that a mere kid or a man half your age knows more than you? Or are you just that sad?"

Snape looked furious at Harry. Like he was going to raise his wand and do whatever he could to him. Instead, he pointed to the door past Harry's shoulder.

"Out." Was all he said. Harry let out a huff. "Not until you withdraw your punishment to them. If I have to stand here all day and night or contact my fiance to find Dumbledore or McGonagall and bring them back here then so be it!" Harry pointed.

Hermione spoke up, "Harry, it's okay! I can just study during detention." Harry turned towards her. "No, it's not!" He corrected, resolution firm.

Snape gave an insufferable groan. "If you get out of my class and never step foot in it again, I will lift their punishment. Now get out!"

Harry walked over and grabbed his things. "I'll hold you to that." Was all he said as he made his way out to the hall.

He walked a few paces before slumping against the wall. 'Well, that was awful. Note: Report to Dumbledore ASAP.' He inwardly mumbled before looking at his paper.

"...Professor Mad-Eye Moody." He mumbled as he forced himself off the wall to keep walking.