The rest of the summer flew by quickly for Harry who had been healthy again. He wasn't nauseous anymore or throw back up everything and anything he consumed, the dizzy spells vanished without a trace as if he never had any before. He still couldn't stand curtain smells, but that was easily avoidable by using a couple of easy charms that changed them to something he could stand. As the summer holiday came to an end he felt bittersweet at the thought of Hogwarts. He was happy he could go back albeit wary of what could be in store for him now that the people hated him and the Ministry made him look like an attention seeking brat who has problems with his head. He had also became really needy and clingy since he came to Headquarters. It had been an open secret. Most of the time he was seen clinging either on Sirius or Remus. It was a great relief for him that neither was annoyed by his behaviour, but rather took it in stride and seemed to like his constant attention and company.

On the morning of depart he was in a gloomy mood. Nobody was able to snap him out of it. The Marauders talked it out behind closed and warded doors then Sirius gave the boy a present and a card. After the boy read the card he smiled from ear to ear and thanked the animagus with a high pithed squeal that nearly made him go deaf as it emanated from the boy while he was hugging him and his mouth was right next to the man's right ear. The werewolf chuckled good naturedly in the background at his friend's misfortune then spread his arms wide for the boy so he could give another big hug even though both of them will go to the station with him. Even if Sirius cannot be seen by anyone he could and will go in his other form. After they both had their fill of hugs they made the group of teenagers and Order members made their way to Kings Cross where they went through the barrier without trouble. Once on the other side Mr and Mrs Weasley said bye to their children and Arthur said his farewells to Hermione who wouldn't accept it from his wife then looked towards Harry wistfully as he forbidden both of them to say bye to him for he didn't trust either of them while most of the Orders distrust had been solely on his wife in this last week Harry and the Marauders were an exception from it for they said they can't trust someone who doesn't even know how his own wife acts when he's not there. It had been a shock and a strong wake up call, but he was working on gaining their trust back.

Arthur watched from a far as the werewolf and animagus said their heartfelt goodbye to the teenager. The black grim like dog had attracted attention from everyone on the stations muggle and wizard sides. While the muggles only looked after the big dog walking without a leash in wonder the withes' and wizards turned after the animal in fear for they thought it was a grim. Because of this reaching the train was really easy seeing how the crowd opened up for them so the people can get as far from the grim as they could manage.

Once at the train the group climbed up and went two separate ways as the animosity was still there between them. The two youngest Weasley children were still not welcomed by the others so they were forced to sit elsewhere. Ginny and Ron went on their way while fuming silently as to not incur their twin brothers' wrath again. As soon as they left the others took up a cubic and the twins packed all their trunks up. Harry sat down with a big, heavy sigh escaping him and the others followed his lead then kept watching him to make sure he was fine. Even though he was better now everyone knew that he wasn't 100% so he was constantly watched.

"I hope we will have a competent DADA teacher this time. It would help us greatly what with our OWLs coming up at the end of this school year." said the green eyed boy.

"That would be great." agreed Hermione wistfully.

The twins nodded their heads at same time then spoke up together. "And it would help us with becoming even more adept at creating jokes that are safe for their recipients. It's becoming harder and harder to make sure no one gets hurt because of this increasing gap in knowledge when it comes to DADA."

The fifth years gazed at them wide eyed. They never heard them before speak so much without their switch speaking as Harry once called it. It was amazing how well their voices melded together to create a new one that was similar to both of their voices but completely different at the same time.

Hermione pulled herself from her stupor with a shake of her head then left for the Prefect cubic at the front of the train biding them a soft farewell while giving the twins a pointed look to remind them of their duty. The red heads gave her a look of understanding and with that the silent exchange was done without the black haired boy's knowledge.

After they had been left alone the twins invited Harry to listen to their already in motion plan and the progress they had made since he gave them his prize money. As it turned out they had already purchased a place in Diagon Alley. It was under renovation as they spoke for it had been empty for over fifty years now and they had to hire warders and curse breakers to go through the whole place to make sure it was safe when they will begin using it. Harry smiled happily at their good thinking.

"Do you have stocks of products already or had Mrs Weasley destroyed everything."

The twins lost their happiness. Their smiles slid off their faces to be replaced with deep furious anger that hardened their otherwise warm brown eyes. Their faces darkened at the memory the inquiry had pulled to the surface.

"She destroyed everything." hissed George darkly.

"She didn't care that we made our products from the ingredients we purchased with the help of our own money." continued Fred in the same manner.

"She said we need to grow up and stop playing around"

"and not live in dreams."

The green eyed wizard nodded mutely. Feeling all of their emotions clearly through the soft buzz in the magic surrounding them. "I help you purchase everything you need through owl post then when you made the products we will go to the goblins to set up a vault for you where you can keep everything safe from every prying hand and eye."

The seventh year Gryffindors gazed the boy in shocked silence then threw themselves onto him thanking him whole heartedly. The younger one just shook his head good naturedly at their behaviour.

A little bit after their hug was over the door of their cubic was opened. Looking out they saw Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood standing there with their luggage.

"Can we sit here?" asked the timid boy.

"Of course you can." came the kind answer from a smiling Harry. "Were you looking for a cubic since we departed from Kings Cross?"

"No. We were thrown out of our cubic by others." answered the Ravenclaw in her usual dreamy voice.

Fred and George stood up, grabbed the trunks and put them up with ease while the newcomers sat down in the free seats.

"How was your summer Neville?"

The shy boy turned to his dorm mate before answering. "It had been good. Garn had been slightly less disappointed in me then the previous summer, but she had been quite furious at the Daily Proffet's and the Ministry's slander campaign against you. She doesn't care about Dumbledore that much, but she's right when she says that they have no right to drag a child's name through the mud for something they said. Especially because they couldn't even print your name legally without your and your guardians written consent that was filed in Gringotts and overviewed by Goblins."

Harry sat in his seat stunned into silence at his friend's deep knowledge concerning the laws. Blinking his eyes a couple of times blearily at the other fifth year as his brain tried to come to terms with the knowledge that no one protected him from being used to other people's needs without him having a say in it. He had wanted to stop Sceeter the year before but didn't know what he could do and now he's told that she had no right to print his name to begin with. He felt his anger wash over him as the betrayal became clear to him from the previous year. It had been a nerve racking struggle to survive that blasted tournament, not taking into account the emotional and physical scars he got and the bullying he went through while the teachers stood aside and turned away from it. He always had an inkling that his teachers' hands were tied by the Headmaster but he had no real proof to that before so it was hard to accept with Dumbledore's constant grandfatherly attitude. Having his eyes forced open to some of the manipulations of the old man made him wary of him and the reasons behind his actions. Harry felt his magic swirl angrily inside without trying to get out. Now that he paid close attention to his magic he felt that something wasn't right about it, but couldn't put his finger on it.

The other occupants of the cubic watched the Boy-Who-Lived get angry only for that anger to disappear as if it had been forced behind a closed door. The red haired twins were more inspective than anyone else from the Hogwarts students for they needed to know who to prank next and what kind of prank would go down the best with them. They knew full well what the boy's actions would cause if didn't let his anger out sometimes soon. If things stay the same as they are now with the black haired boy then they will have a ticking time bomb on their hands.

"Oh, look the Nargels had left you." exclaimed Luna with her dreamy voice getting a soft coat from her excitement.

Harry blinked a couple of times at the girl uncomprehendingly then gave a small kind smile. "Thanks. That's good right?"

"Very good." nodded her head the blonde girl. She went back to her copy of Quibbler leaving the others to mull over her words and the facts Neville said before. It gave them a great deal to talk about for it gave everything in a different high light. Fred was thinking about the Nargels trying to remember if he heard about them before. George and Neville were pondering on the facts from the year before about the tournament. Harry on the other hand had come to the conclusion that there was something big hidden behind curtains that someone with great political sway and expansive connections had worked hard to hide. The only person who can do that was Dumbledore because it didn't begin just the previous year, no it had been going on for years now. People had published books about him while he hadn't been in the wizarding world and the only person who could let that happen was the esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Half way through the ride the door of their cubic was thrown open by Malfoy and his goons. The blond Slytherin looked down on the group with an air of superiority around him that had increased since last year with the Prefect badge shining on his robes. Harry spared a glance on it then turned away from the newcomers and acted as if they weren't even there for he had had enough of their quarrels since the tournament. He had no intention of fighting him again.

"Hey Potter! How come Weasley had been the chosen for being Prefect and not you. Everyone knows that you are way better than him. The meeting became a joke for everyone when he appeared with that badge on his robes."

Harry turned to the grey eyed boy and gave his honest answer. "I don't know."

The Slytherin Prince watched the Gryffindor Golden Boy for lies and deceit but found none. He gave a dignified snort then walked away with his bodyguards without his usual baiting for a fight. It seemed he wasn't interested in it this time. After they left the small group made small talks for the rest of the ride while waiting for Hermione to come back, but she didn't come back until the very end of the ride. When she got inside she was fuming and mumbling under her nose really colourful things and something that suspiciously sounded like "that lazy git". As she sat down her mumbled rant came to an end.

"Who's the lazy git Hermione?" came the innocent question from Fred.

The girl looked up wide eyed and a guilty expression on her face. She gave her answer in a way that she wasn't understood and George took it as his que to prompt an answer they can hear from her. "I'm sorry Hermione, but I wasn't able to hear that could you please repeat that?"

The young Prefect looked up shame facedly and repeated her answer with the perfect amount of decibel to be understood. "Ron."

"OH, what did our dear brother do this time?" asked Fred while he and his twin pulled the girl between them to keep her from escaping.

"What did he do? I tell you what he did!" snapped the witch as her anger came back full force. "He came to the meeting late, ate all the food laid out for the Prefects, didn't pay attention to the meeting. And that's just what he did at the meeting after it was over we were sent to go over the train and make sure everything was alright. He thought it would be a great time for a nap so he did just that. After he was woken up by a seventh year prefect he had the gall to berate her for waking him up from his well needed rest. Then the little bug took it upon himself to make the younger Slytherins day worse by berating them, giving them detention and writing down their names to tell the Professors so they could take away points from them." ranted the girl.

The twins gave a dramatic sigh, looked at each other then, with a couple of looks at each other they made their younger brother the next target.

"Rude people get their deserved punishment in time." called the dreamy voice of their Ravenclaw cubic mate. Hermione looked at her dumbfounded, not knowing when she moved in. She turned to the others for an answer but didn't get it as they picked up their conversation from where they had left off. Letting out a sigh she sat down and took out one of her books to read it for school before the ride was over.

When the train began to slow down as they were nearing Hogsmead the group put on their robes and got ready to get off. Once they were at the station they got off the train first then without waiting for anyone else they made their way towards the carriages waiting for them.

Harry had seen these carriages before, but this time he had a surprise when he saw something he didn't see before. In front of the carriage stood a creature that looked somewhat like a horse. It was black like the deepest night, had glowing white eyes, and big bat like wings resting on its back. The green eyed was fascinated by this mysterious creature. He lifted his hand to the horse's nose letting it sniff his hand then after the positive affirmation from it he put his hand on its head then slowly rubbed his hand over the soft skin, gave a pet to the horse like's head, then he brushed his hand through the mane. The horse pushed its head more into the hand caressing it. Barely anyone ever treated them this kindly, most people who could see them would look at them with fear or disgust. The creature took a deep breath memorizing the boy's scent to be able to find him again. Harry gave a small smile then gave a soft reassuring whisper promising the black horse to find it again while he was at Hogwarts getting a happy sigh as an answer.

Harry got in the carriage where Luna, Neville and Hermione was waiting for him.

"Did you see those beautiful horses that pull the carriages?" asked the boy excitedly.

"What are you talking about Harry?" asked Hermione. "There's nothing in front of the carriages they go on their own just like before."

"No." shook his head the green eyed boy. "There black horses pulling them."

At Hermione's sceptic look he turned to the other two for help. Surprisingly it was Luna who answered after both of them nodded along with his statement. "The creatures that pull the carriages are Thestrals. They can only be seen by someone who had witnessed death."

The three Gryffindors sat there stunned looking at the otherwise dreamy girl as she delivered her answer with the straightest and most serious voice they ever heard from her. Then Harry gave her a kind smile and a compliment that brightened her day considerably. "No wonder you're a Ravenclaw with such an extensive knowledge." The other two couldn't help, but nod along.

The rest of the ride to the castle was spent in companionable silence. At the entrance of the Great Hall they parted ways with the fourth year and went to their respective table. As soon as they sat down they began to talk without a care in the world concerning the looks Harry got from the people that looked at him with disdain. Any other time it would have bothered him but now he couldn't fathom why but he felt so calm it was unimaginable to get fed up with anything. The three fifth year only stopped talking when the first years were led inside for the sorting.

Harry didn't pay attention to it, but clapped for every one of them regardless of where they were put. When the Opening Feast appeared on the tables the black haired boy looked around the table for something light and healthy. In the end he ate a good deal of salad that was set there as a side dish with the blandest boiled chicken breast he could find. He found that he couldn't stomach spicy food as of late so he chose blander things to eat. He didn't touch the desserts in front of him just waited patiently for his friends to get done with theirs once that happened they went back to talking.

Dumbledore stood up and gave his speech then before he could dismiss the students to their dormitories the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher stood up. The green eyed boy was surprised when the person turned out to be the toad like woman he encountered just this summer in his relatives home. The short eyesore of a woman gave a long speech of her own that seemed to have no end. Pink clad woman talked on and on and on without stopping so much that most of the students began to fall asleep. Only the Prefects, Head Boy and Girl and the teachers paid close attention to her throughout the entirety of her talk. After she bid them good night the students stood up as one and began to push their way out of the doors to get to their dormitories as fast as they can.

Harry went with Neville, the twins and Lee Jordan. Even though they weren't the first ones up and out of their seats they were the first ones to get out of the Great Hall because the students parted ways for Harry to get as far from as possible. They treated him like the plague, but he was too tired to care. The journey up to the tower was normal the boys climbed through the portrait hole and made their ways up to their rooms. Up in the fifth year boys room Harry and Neville talked out what the shy boy had said about the legalities of name printing in media and decided on the course of action they were going to do. The timid boy showed true anger when he learned that his friend didn't know anything significant about his family or the standing of his family. Being the last and only Potter he has to be protected because his bloodline was one of the few strongest Noble and Ancient bloodlines. No matter what the purebloods did the boy will inherit so much political and financial power that he could single handedly immobilise the Ministry. It wasn't a widely known fact only a select few knew this and fewer was still alive from those after the war. One of them was Lady Longbottom, who made sure her only grandchild and heir knew about it as well seeing how the two families had been close for the last twenty or so generations.

After the boys talked everything out they went to sleep after Harry put up protective spells on both of their beds and trunks.

The next day the Longbottom and Potter heirs ascended the stairs together with and air of power around them. As soon as the purebloods saw them they knew they have to step down. They grew up with their parents making sure they knew the dangers that the Potter and Longbottom heirs posed if they were to choose to step up together against something. For years they found their parents fears unfounded because the Boy-Who-Lived didn't have a knuts amount of knowledge of their world and the Herbology lover never had the bravery to stand up. Now they saw the error of their thinking when they walked in together because with the two of them on the same side they had all the knowledge and bravery required to take over and from the looks of it they knew that. It was clear that the carefree days of the purebloods were coming to an end.

The Gryffindors sat down and their Head of House gave them their time. They put them down next to each other on the table and looked over for all the classes they will have together. Their first class was DADA. What a great way to begin your Monday. After Hermione was with them they began to eat their breakfast. While eating the Prefect received her own timetable and the three of them went to the DADA classroom. Hermione sat in the front row seat alone with the two boys behind her next to one another. The other fifth year Gryffindors and the Slytherins slowly arrived in small groups and every one took a seat.

Professor Umbridge appeared the moment the class was in session and greeted her first class in her high pitched girly voice that grated on the students' nerves.

"Good morning class!"

"Good morning Professor Umbridge!" answered the class half-heartedly.

Umbridge's smile tightened as she gave her lecture. "When I greet you or ask a question I expect a loud, full answer!" Harry couldn't pinpoint why, nut he felt like the teachers was threatening them. "Now again! Good morning class!"

"Good morning Professor Umbridge!" came the loud answer. The toad smiled and waved her wand in the direction of the two stacks on her table. The books were given out to the students magically and they looked them over as the new DADA Professor gave her speech about the Ministry approved books that only contained the theory, but not the practical.

Hermione already fearing for her DADA OWL grade put her hand up.

"Yes Miss …."

"Granger." said the girl softly. "Professor I wanted to ask when will we learn the practical parts for our OWLs?"

"You don't need to learn practical parts to be able pass you OWLs. The Ministry ensured that everything you need to know is in that book." answered Umbridge in a sugary sweet voice.

Harry felt angry. He knew that you can't do a spell just because you know the theory. The anger in the boy somehow began to disperse any other time he got angry his emotions used his magic to manifest and show his displease, but this time it happened the other way around his magic calmed his emotions down. The boy turned his attention towards his magic and felt the calming swirls of it push every negative feelings out only letting the positive feelings to take root.

Harry pulled out of his mind and looked up in time to see the displease on his new Professor's face when he didn't raise to her bait. Categorizing her as one of the 'be wary of' people he vowed not to get caught for anything lest he wanted to be in a tight spot. The years he spent at his relatives was good for at least one thing and that was to learn how to see peoples true intent and this new woman was screaming danger.