I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, sorry for the short chapter

John sighed and turned back to his clipboard. "Alright, why don't we talk about Lord Potter, as you had seemed so negative when talking about him."

"What else is there to say about him? He's a lying, whining, cheating, bastard that gets his way all the time. He's got everyone bewitched!" she exclaimed with disgust. John rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had not seen a case this bad in years, and it already was tiring him out.

"Why do you think this?"

"Because suddenly his OWL grades have been changed to straight O's, with his NEWTS being the same, even though we haven't even taken NEWTS yet! There's no way he could've done that in such a short amount of time. And all the teachers teach practically no theory, and are treating me unfairly when I try to answer questions to do my work! I bet he purposely chose ones that would do this." Hermione scowled. John ran his hand down his face with a sigh.

"His OWL grades changed because he retook them after getting some serious training from Lady Hogwarts. And he took his NEWTS with the same results for the same reason. He took his NEWTs early because it wouldn't do for a Headmaster to not have done his or her wizarding tests, on gotten good grades on both. He managed it in a short amount of time because he was put into a time chamber in Gringotts after striking a deal with the king of the goblin nation, who he became friends with."

John paused before continuing. "As for the teachers, how is your behavior in class? What part of your behavior are things that could irritate your teachers?" he asked.

Hermione thought for a bit before replying, "Nothing!" John sighed, and pulled out a packet and handed a copy to her.

"This is a packet of complaints from teachers about your behavior. Why don't we read through them together, and maybe then we can find a solution." John said, and they opened the packet together. "Alright, first up we have professor Griffin from Defense. He says that you aren't using your own ideas, and often go off topic in your essays, even though he's asked you many times to stay on topic, as well as try and not quote everything word for word from the textbook."

"I'm within my rights to be doing this! The book is right, and who does he think he is to try and discourage me using books!" she exclaimed furiously.

"He isn't discouraging you from reading books and using them as sources Miss Granger. If anything, he's encouraging you to think for yourself. Isn't that something you want?" John asked as she stilled.

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Ron flew through the air atop his broom and blew his whistle as a fourth-year Gryffindor felt as if it would be ok to elbow his fellow racer in the face. "Five minutes on the bench Mr. White." Ron sighed as he healed Dennis Creevey's broken nose with a wave of his wand.

"You're quite efficient Weasley. What changed?" a female voice asked, and he whirled around his broom to face the person addressing him.

"Davis," he muttered and turned back around to keep an eye on the broom racers. "Harry became Headmaster...and Azkaban's breakout happened. It's all too real, and if I keep lazing about...it just is lessening my chances for survival. I have to be efficient, because what happens when we're fighting, and I'm not? People will die."

Tracy didn't reply for a while, simply watching the broom racers circle the Quidditch pitch. "I see your point." she finally said quietly, and Ron looked at her curiously. Part of his mind screamed at him to brush her off. She's just a slimy snake after all. He ruthlessly squashed that part, as Tracy had proven herself to be very useful to the Council in ideas and projects, as well as being a nice person.

"Yeah. Makes me sad that it came to this though." he sighed, and whistled sharply again when he saw an argument breaking out between the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Tracy watched him fly away with a thoughtful look before turning back around and heading back into the castle.

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Voldemort cackled loudly as he felt the heat from the massive fires. Flames ate up the houses like a starved wolf pack, and the screams from the muggles were music to his ears. A muggle trying to drag himself out of his house caught his attention. "Crucio!" he hissed, laughing coldly as the man screamed. Oh, how those delightful screams sounded.

"Milord," Lucius drawled, "the Order has arrived." Voldemort grinned wildly, and replied,

"Retreat!" as he apparated out in a plume of black smoke. Dumbledore cursed under his breath at the chaos before him.

"Damn you Tom, damn you!" he muttered as a massive water phoenix shot from his wand and started to douse the fires.

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Harry stared at the paper sadly, not even bothering to drink his coffee. He stood up, grabbing the attention of the students. "Students, I know that while many of you may not like muggles, death is still death, and is not something that is pleasant to think about. I toast to those innocent lives that were taken today, and I toast to better futures and hope that you all survive this horrible war."

The students rose from their seats, lifting their cups up in unison, and Harry saw a few muggleborns sob quietly and realized that maybe some of their families or friends could have been in the fires. He closed his eyes and headed to the RoR. "Hogwarts, I want you to train me harder than before," he said, shrugging off his cloak, and transfiguring his clothing into muggle exercise clothing.

Hogwarts looked at him and held up flaming fireballs. "Run," she stated and started to throw the fireballs at him with speeds that rivaled even the most experienced duelists. Harry spun in the air as he jumped high to avoid a fireball. He landed on his hands, and neatly flipped out of the way of the next three.

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Harry's foot connected with Hogwarts' stomach, knocking her back a few feet. Before she could recover, he rushed forward to deal another round of punches. She leaned back and jumped up to perform a spinning kick. He raised his arm to block, using his other to grab her leg and slam her to the ground. He felt a blast of magical energy knock him back and gritted his teeth. "So, we're doing that now."

He pulled out Gryffindor's sword and brought the blade down on her head, only to be blocked by her arm that had gauntlets all the way to her elbows. Harry snarled lowly, channeling his magic through the sword as he slashed through the air again, red slashes flying through the air towards the centuries year old entity. He then flicked his wrist, summoning his wand from his holster, and sent multiple stunners her way.

Hogwarts flipped up and spun out of the way of each slash, barely dodging the hidden stunners that were behind them. She snapped her fingers, and ropes flew towards Harry, who mindlessly conjured a statue to take the hit. He then weaved his wand around in figure eight, turning the ground into a sheet of ice. Hogwarts flicked her wrist and melted the ice with a fire whip, that she snapped toward Harry, who raised the sword of Gryffindor to block her.

"Depulso!" he bellowed, his aim true as his spell blasted Hogwarts into the wall. Hogwart smirked, and his eyes widened as the near invisible stunner hit him head-on.