Donum Deae – of foul toads

Twinkling blue eyes looked over the three boys currently sat before him, two of which had just been brought up from the Hospital wing being treated for shattered shoulders, cracked ribs and a broken arm in Fred's case.

What he had witnessed down in the great hall had been beyond even his comprehension. When the wolf had been locked inside he had instantly become aware of the three boys standing at the Gryffindor table. Knowing that his fellow professors would have the unknown animagus covered he had focused on them; Harry had his back him so he was unable to see him but he had seen Neville and Fred, both had brilliant glowing blue eyes. None of them had spoken but they seemed to be communicating as both Neville and Fred had nodded to Harry before sharing a look and taking off at a dead sprint towards the door.

The speed in which they ran was inhuman; there were no spells out there that could have increased their speed to that extent. He had nearly honestly had a heart attack when he watched the stone under them shatter when they both launched at the doors and then watching doors he knew for a fact could take the full brunt of a troll and remain untouched, sheer completely off their hinges and splinter heavily when the two boys slammed into them.

Harry had been curious during all this; keeping his back to him the young boy had walked up with a confident stride as if the entire adult population didn't have their wands pointed at the wolf. Walking up he had grabbed the wolf and drug it out before yelling at it to go.

When Dumbledore had approached them to make sure they were alright he was startled to see Molly's words were true. Harry had met his eyes, his face and eyes perfectly devoid of any and all emotion.

Now the three boys sat before him were sitting silently all exhibiting the same personality traits they were rumored to. It had hit suddenly and it was startling to see it take form; Harry who had been shifting almost nervously in his seat had suddenly stilled his pose going completely relaxed. His back had straightened and he gracefully crossed one leg over the other at the knee his arms coming to cross loosely across his chest, his face blanking of all emotion. On top of it all his eyes hard started to glow green, though it was not nearly as bright as Fred and Neville's had been at the hall.

It seemed like when Harry's stance changed the other two followed shortly after. Neville who had been shifting very nervously in his seat had gone suddenly still and sat up straight in his chair his eyes confidently meeting the four adults in the room though he had remained silent. Fred had gone from looking bored to suddenly shifting as if antsy, his fingers tapping out a beat like he had to move something.

"Man!" speak of the devil; standing up Fred moved back behind the chairs that they were sitting in and started to pace his arms thrown back behind his head. Neville opened his eyes and slid a glance at Harry a soft almost parental smile on his lips. Harry in turn raised a single black brow the very slight tilting of his lips before looking back to where Fred was still pacing. "Just like a puppy." He said softly causing Neville to nodded and chuckle softly. "Hey not you too!" Fred said moving over pointing at Harry. A very soft chuckle left Harry as he gave Fred an endearing look. "Fred sit down." Neville said not looking to him; Fred gave an exasperated sigh "Whatever.." he sat back heavily in his chair slumping down some.

Albus turned slightly to regard his two head of house judging their reaction; Severus and Minerva were both watching the two with varying emotions. Severus was perfectly blank having slipped into spy mode; that was the reason he was called up here, his talents for reading people were well rounded from years of playing a double spy. Minerva was up here due to these were her boys and she needed to see the changes for herself.

Hearing a throat clearing Albus returned his attention to the fourth occupant in the room; he honestly was not pleased to have this specific teacher in their presence. Dolores Umbridge was the Ministers right hand and had weaseled her way in as DADA professor due to Ministry order; this was going to prove to be most troublesome.

She had invited herself up to this meeting insisting that the aiding of the escape of a unregistered animagus was a ministry matter.

"Professor, I believe we have waited long enough." She said giving the three boys a forced sickly sweet smile. "Now boys, would you be so kind as to tell us who that animagus was. I promise no harm will come to them if you reveal who they are."

Neville and Fred both shared a look; honestly they had no idea who that wolf had been, something deep inside them had reacted to the energy and body movements of Harry. It was as if deep in their subconscious they had understood every word being silently communicated from the silent golden boy.

Sensing something the two glanced over to Harry seeing him watching them from the corner of steadily brighter glowing eyes. Thos eyes shifted instantly both boys knew what it meant. 'Do no talk' nodding just slightly the two returned to their original positions both keeping completely silent.

Umbridge's smile faltered seeing the three boys were not speaking at all. "Come on boys, is your Hogwarts schooling worth this?" Dumbledore frowned and cleared his throat, only he was allowed to dictate who was expelled from his school. He opened his mouth to remind the Professor what her station was but Harry beat him to it.

"Forgive me Professor; I do not find how you have come to the conclusion that the wolf was an animagus. You did not have the time to cast the necessary spells that is required to test if a person is indeed an animagus. For all you know it could have been a wolf from the Forbidden Forest that had wandered in at the smell of food, or a pet of one of the new students that did not read over the pet rules. He was discovered under the Hufflepuff table which received the most amounts of new students today and he exited the table between two of the newly sorted."

Albus felt his brain whirling as he regarded the young boy before him; Umbridge was beside him sputtering unable to come up with a rebuttal against that. Honestly Albus couldn't have come up with a response to that either; Harry had covered almost every hole.. Almost.

"Why did you three assist this wolf if it was not an animagus?" He asked blue eyes twinkling like hell behind his half moon spectacles. He didn't know why he was anxious to hear the answer to this, it was rare to speak with someone this analytical.

"The wolf was frightened and had been backed into a corner, would a animagus not have tried to slip away or transform to protect themselves? This wolf had exhibited the standard signs of a wild beast that had been cornered. A wolf of that size pinned as it was was a very great risk to the students in the hall if it decided to attack. It was prudent that it be given an escape route to protect the students, which was the most honorable method."

Surprisingly it was Neville who spoke up, brightly glowing dark blue eyes meeting each and every professor's gaze before returning to meeting Dumbledore's.

Albus was absolutely thrilled, another hole had been expertly covered there was only one left. "Tell me boys, what spell was used to increase your strength in such a way?"

This time it was Fred who spoke up; he was bouncing in his seat a brilliant grin on his face. "No spell professor, simple physics.. That door has been loose on its hinges since last year. It simply came down to knowing where to hit the door to knock it loose the rest of the way. Since it was the top most hinge it was easy to dictate where to hit to use the weight of the door against itself to pull it the rest of the way free; the weight is also what carried it away from the door frame across the entrance hall." Fred turned smiling brightly to Neville almost as if expecting praise.

Neville gave a small smile and nodded before turning back to the professors.

Honestly the three prominent Professors were absolutely floored; if this were Hermione Granger they could have expected that type of response, but from these three…

"They are lying." Albus turned to where Umbridge was standing that sickly sweet smile on her face though her eyes were burning with anger.

"Hey…Partner…..this thing it got any bite to it?"

"Hogwarts technology at its finest."

"Ohh so you made it."

"If nothing else its..flashy."

"ohhh good.."

"You love it..I know."

"Looks like today we're turning in early."

A massive explosion rocked the castle sending paintings crashing from their hooks to the floor. The shock-wave could be felt clear up to the Headmasters office where alarms were screeching, the shakes rattling the many trinkets that littered the room.

Albus stood up quickly his wand already drawn. "You three go back to your common room; Minerva, Severus, Delores." The three professors did not argue as they all rushed from the room wands all drawn.

Shrugging Fred stood up and started to head down; he wasn't going to complain that damn Umbridge was giving him a very bad feeling. She had been looking at them like a wolf does its prey seconds before striking the killing blow.

The three boys walked out into the hallway and smirked seeing two figures resting against the wall opposite them. "George, Dean.." George pushed himself off the wall, that 'I just did something bad and got away with it' smirk firmly in place. Laughing his twin rushed over and clapped him on the shoulder, "You'll have to tell us what you two did..we felt it all the way up here."

"Oh I know yo, we were waiting for you down the hallway. You can thank Dean here.. he's the one that made it."

"Good work you two, your timing was perfect." Harry said giving them a small grin his eyes returning to normal once more.

"Of course yo!" laughing the group of five all headed back towards the Gryffindor common room.

Slipping out the front doors Blaise smiled despite himself; he should have known those two would naturally migrate to each other to cause havoc and leave it to Reno to find someone to blow something up. He knew those two would not be caught, they were too good as their jobs to ever be caught by the likes of these imbeciles. While Dumbledore was very observant he was way out of his league with what was unraveling in his own school.

For now the teachers had control of the awakening Turks and SOLDIER; that would not last once Rufus and Sephiroth fully awoke. SOLDIER would only listen to Sephiroth since Lazard had not been reborn; his Turks would only respond to Rufus and himself.

Dumbledore would quickly lose his greatest pawns in this war against the foul creature known only as Voldemort. Oh yes he knew this was all a giant game that they were being used as pawn pieces for; he was not Director of the Turks because he was a pretty face to show off to the board members. Sephiroth would not react well when he discovered that he was once more being used as a pawn for a powerful man's living chess game.

Reaching the Forbidden Forest Blaise slipped in among the trees his body melding with the deep shadows cast from the new moon; bright steel eyes sweeping the forest for any sign of movement. He was not worried about Valentine finding him, the man was a Turk.

Well.. a very out of shape Turk, he would need to also retrain Vincent. It would seem whatever had been his current job had deadened some of his natural Turk instincts.

Hearing nearly silent footsteps through the forest, wrapping his fingers around his wand he slowly turned steel black eyes falling on the massive form of a golden wolf..No not a wolf a Fenrir. He couldn't stop the giant smile that crossed his face, but fought back the pressure building behind his eyes.

"I should have seen this coming, you were obsessed with the creature." With a small pop he found himself having to tilt his head back slightly to look up into the beautiful blue eyes of his beloved.

"Tseng…" not waiting for a response Cloud grabbed hold of the young boy pulling him into a bone crushing hug kissing him desperately. the young body reacting in kind wrapping arms around him returning the kiss just as desperately.

Thousands of years of grief slammed into him all at once; to this day he blamed himself for Tseng's death. He should have been home, should not have taken that mission to the mainland with Vincent; they knew the Turks were being hunted.. Reno and Tseng were the only Turks still alive by that point. Cissnei, Elena, Rude and Rufus had all been brutally murdered in cold blood.

Shivering hard Cloud broke the kiss simply clutching the man he loved to his chest. The sight of Tseng body laid out across their living room floor a single bullet to the chest being the fatal blow to this day still haunted his dreams. The house had been destroyed and three men lay dead around the house showing Tseng had not gone down without a fight. Too many people he loved had fallen because he was not able to protect them.

"Cloud..Whole point is not to send me back to the life stream." Tseng's voice was strained as he was having difficulty breathing, Cloud's SOLDIER strength crushing his chest. Flushing slightly Cloud loosened his hold but did not release the boy.

"You're short you know that." Tseng snorted at that shaking his head slightly; leave it up to Cloud to say something like that. Pulling back slightly Tseng ran his fingers gently through the soft spiky hair; "enjoy it while you can, I'll be back to my full height soon."

"How long have you been awake?" Cloud asked his eyes taking in the new form of his beloved; he was darker than before though it looks like patches of skin were turning lighter slowly returning him to his natural ivory tone. His eyes were wider showing western heritage instead of his past Wutai blood line; his face was slightly different not quite as sharp as before. His hair was much shorter, just long enough to be pulled back into his normal ponytail. He felt skinnier, most of his muscles built up from years as a Turk were not there, but that would return as the mako in his body started to work once more.

"About two month now, around the end of June I started getting flashes of my old life in dreams. As July passed they started to become more frequent, so I locked myself in my bedroom and spent most the day trying to force those memories back up to figure them out." Cloud couldn't help but smile; that was something his beloved Turk would have done, he hated mysteries and would spend days trying to unravel them.

"It wasn't until I heard someone in my memories say my name that everything came back; I still have a lot of holes from before I became Commander of the Turks, everything though from that point on is crystal clear."

Sighing softly Tseng looked back towards the castle; he did not want to go back; not now that he had those strong arms wrapped around him once more. "I don't have a lot of time.. Reno and Rude decided to have some fun right before I slipped out of the castle. The teachers will be swarming the halls looking for students that are out of the common rooms."

Cloud's arms tightened around him; he did not want to let his Turk go, not now that he finally had him once more. "Do yo have to?" he knew he did but he wanted to stall as long as possible.

"Trust me; I don't want to go back as much as you do. I would not be as inclined to be worried about breaking curfew but, there is a new Professor here, a Ministry official that can ruin things for us. It's best to stay on as low a profile as possible until the rest awaken." That was going to be easier said than done. His Turks would naturally start falling back into their rolls much as he had; the attention seeking SOLDIERs, well.. That was a completely different story as tonight proved.

"Don't worry, you know where I am; I know you won't allow anything to happen." Reaching up he ran his fingers along the soft skin of Cloud's cheek. He missed him so much; it was surprising that either of them had even looked at each other. He would never regret allowing himself to get close to the blond; it had started out as simply speaking to each other from across the bar when he and his Turks would come to 7th heaven. Slowly they had discovered they had quite a bit in common and a friendship had built upon it.

Their relationship had jumped to the next level on a long mission for Rufus to handle a rebel group that was rising up trying to destroy the slowly rebuilding Shinra. He would never regret taking the passionate blond to his bed that lonely night.

Turning his head into the hand Cloud nodded slowly releasing the boy. Stepping back Tseng took a deep breath; he knew if stayed there any longer he would not be able to leave. Reaching into his robe pocket he pulled out a thick bundle of parchment and held it out. "These are for Valentine; the names of all those that have been reincarnated, their current names, house, ages, family, associates. I'll have the class list tomorrow when I receive my own; Slytherin and Gryffindor tend to share classes.. I swear that crack pot fool that runs this place has a sick sense of humor worse than Shinra."

Smiling despite the fact he was going to losing his beloved for the night Cloud looked down at the extensive list. "Can take the man from the Turks, but never take the Turk from the man." Smirking Tseng cocked his hip slightly setting his hand on his hip. "I'm not Director simply for my good looks."

Sighing softly Tseng moved back up to Cloud wrapping his arms around him tightly kissing him deeply trying to pour all the emotions he was feeling into that one kiss. Cloud responded deepening the kiss even more his arms wrapping around the now smaller man.

Breaking the kiss the two pulled away, "I'll see you later, I'm going to try and keep those boys in line.." smirking Tseng held up the chain that held his wedding band on it. Cloud's eyes went huge as he checked his neck and chest; sure enough that sneak of a Turk had stolen the ring from his neck. "I believe this is mine." Tseng said softly a evil glint coloring his eyes a more steel grey. Slipping it around his neck he tucked it under his shirt, "Until I regain my former size and can wear it properly. Oh and Cloud.." Tseng stopped at the tree line turning back just slightly that evil glint sending a shiver down Cloud's spine.

"Something to help you sleep…this body is untouched.." smirking darkly as he saw those beautiful blue eyes darken in lust he turned heading back towards the castle.

Stepping in through the portrait hole the small group was all chatting excitedly. Fred and George were prattling on about their new joke inventions; many from what George was saying was used in their little diversion explosion.

Dean had been the master mind behind the devices; they would leave no magical signature behind as the detonation mechanism was muggle made and the spells used were invented by the twins themselves and so were completely unknown to anyone in the world.

"Think we might have over done it with the actual C-4 yo." George said stepping in first. "You actually used plastic explosives.." Harry said dryly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at George. For some reason hearing not only he had some managed to get his hands on plastic explosives but felt the need to use them was not surprising. It didn't seem to be surprising to the others of the group as Fred actually laughed and Neville simply rolled his eyes.

"Harry?" looking up Harry smiled faintly seeing Ron and Hermione were both still up waiting for them, as was almost everyone else from the dormitory. 'Oh great.. Here came another interrogation.' Harry thought to himself bitterly. Blinking Harry shook himself mentally, when the hell had his thoughts gotten so dark? The more this summer was progressing the more he found himself becoming irritated with those around him; Ron and Hermione especially.

Ron's almost constant jealousy and needing to prove himself was hitting a nerve deep within him; and it wasn't just an irritation nerve. There was something more that came with it, the feeling of ultimate betrayal and heart ache. Hermione's constant show of her superior intelligence and bossiness and mother chobocoing was grating on his nerves. 'Wait..What the fuck is a chocobo?'

Ron and Hermione quickly moved up to the group; Ron was looking at his brother with something between awe and jealousy. "How the bloody hell did you two do that?" he asked looking between Neville and Fred.

Rubbing the back of his head Fred gave his little brother a sheepish smile. "No idea to be honest, I don't even remember hitting the door." He shrugged and started to do squats where he stood needing to burn off some energy.

Not willing to deal with playing twenty questions at the moment Harry broke away from the group heading for the boys dormitory stairs. "Harry?"

Stopping on the bottom step Harry resisted the urge to growl; instead he pushed the emotion back behind the newly discovered wall and turned face perfectly emotionless. Hermione stood looking at him with a worried expression on her face.

"Harry, will you please talk to us.. what is going on? You are changing into someone we don't know anymore."

Harry simply shrugged turning his eyes away; he knew he was changing but something about the changes felt more natural, like this was who he was really supposed to be. The small group below still talking about the 'prank' George and Dean had pulled off seemed to have no problem with his new attitude.

"It's better this way Hermione, it lowers the risk of any of you getting hurt now that Voldemort is back." he didn't give a shit what the hell the Ministry said about him or Voldemort; he knew that the man was back and that was all that matter. If he had to take the man on completely by himself he would.

"Harry please.."

This time he did sigh and turned leveling her with the iciest glare he ever did, brilliant glowing cat slit eyes locking with Hermione's. Gasping Hermione stepped back some feeling tears building in her eyes; those eyes scared her.. They were so cold.

Turning away Harry moved up towards his room, he didn't know why he was trying so hard to push Ron and Hermione away. Something deep inside of him was telling him it was the only way to keep them safe.

To say that Harry was in a bad mood the next morning would have been an understatement. Last night had been the worst he had ever experienced.

Just like every night since July his nights had been plagued with dreams of people he did not know; of events and places that he had no clue if they ever existed. Normally these dreams were always the same; happy visions that would turn to horror that would leave him in a cold sweat.

Last night though.. there had been no happy dreams.

Harry shuddered violently willing his stomach to remain where it was now that he was no longer trying to bring it up.

Green.. horrible burning green. The feeling of blades ripping through his skin laying him bare and open; a cold metal table under his back, metal restraints locking his wrist and ankles in place. Needles being pushed under his skin injecting a substance that felt like his veins were burning. A high oily laugh always broke through the green haze; a voice equally as oily would be speaking to him. "don't worry …..oth, you are special. You will become a living god!"

Sitting at the back desk of Defense against the dark arts Harry frowned at the horrible book in front of him. 'oth' that had been the last part of the name he knew everyone in the dream kept saying; what was the rest of it! No name came to him that ended in oth, well hoth maybe but that was something out of Star wars.

Seeing something set down in front of him Harry blinked shocked to see a can of..was that a muggle energy drink. Blinking as something familiar clicking in him he quickly looked up seeing Blaise moving to where Malfoy was sitting across the room from him. looking at the can he found a small post it note stuck to the can.

You look like you had a rough night...this will help. T.

Blinking rapidly Harry looked back to Blaise, it was his hand writing but why was it signed T? Shrugging Harry didn't even think that it was given to him by a Slytherin. Popping the can Harry dipped his head back allowing the light green liquid to slide over his tongue.

Almost instantly he melted back into his chair and threw his head back all the way chugging the liquid crack. He had never had energy drinks before but something about them was so familiar.

Finishing off the can he instantly started looking for a second one; there was always a second one. Seeing one floating from across the room it took all his self control not to leap across the desk and grab it.

Grabbing the heavenly can full of liquid crack he smiled leaning back in his chair chugging this one as well. He completely ignored Ron and Hermione as they sat down beside him to busy savoring the flavor of this haven in a can.

"Harry where did you get a muggle energy drink?" Hermione was watching him curiously seeing he was chugging the thing like a man dying of thirst.

Not lowering the can Harry looked to her and shrugged before going back to concentrating on swallowing. "Harry! How can you just drink something you found.. How do you know that someone didn't poison it or lace it with some potion."

Harry once more shrugged crushing the now empty can effortlessly with on hand. "So far I feel fine; better than I did a few minutes ago actually." Moaning happily he stretched out folding his arms behind his head his eyes roving around the room.

Parvati was playing around enchanting a piece of paper to take the shape of a bird and soar around the room. Laughing lightly he watched as students tried to swat at it or in Goyal's case throw another piece of paper at if from behind him. He was grateful that no one had approached him about what the Daily Prophet had been saying about them. He had seen them last night out on the tables around the common room but people had been more interested in the feet of strength Fred and Neville had shown in the great hall.

Today people had been avoiding him because of the dark aura he was giving off; hopefully people would keep away from him the rest of the day. He honestly didn't know what he would do if they approached him right now about that lying piece of shit.

Watching the paper bird soaring over towards the front of the class he frowned seeing the bird burst into flames.

Hearing soft giggling behind the whole class turned as almost one seeing that horrible ministry official in pepto pink lowering her wand, that Gaia awful smile splitting her ugly face.

"Good morning children." She purred and started to walk forward her wand pointed at the chalk board at the front of the classroom.

"Ordinary Wizarding Levels examination, O..W..Ls.. commonly known as OWLs." Harry flinched with every sound of her voice; the high pitched squeak that accompanied it left his for some reason over sensitive eardrums ringing afterwards.

He was happy to see he wasn't the only one. Neville looked like he was in pain and Dean which surprisingly was wearing dark sunglasses inside was frowning slightly. In front of him he could see Malfoy leaning over to Blaise rubbing his ears. Blaise looked like he was ready to strangle the fat toad at the front of the classroom.

Seeing a book float onto his desk Harry looked down at it and honestly felt his brain cells screaming in protest. This defense book was for children! And not their type children, he meant like 5 year old children.

Glaring at the book he resisted the urge to hit it with Fira; that would bring him some enjoyment to watch this horrid book burn.

"You will be following a carefully structured Ministry approved Defensive magic."

Hermione flipping through the book confused raised her hand. "Yes?" lowering her hand Hermione looked up from the book still completely confused. "There is nothing in here about using Defensive spells."

The horrid woman actually laughed at that giving Hermione an endearing look; as if she were looking at a stupid ignorant child. This started to set Harry's nerves a flame, he despised people talking down to someone else.

"Using spells? My dear I don't know why you would need to use spells in my class."

"We won't be using magic?" Harry resisted the urge to rolls his eyes at Ron, really sometimes the boy was just daft.

"You will be learning the theory of Defensive magic in a safe secure environment." Umbridge gave them all that false sickeningly sweet smile of hers. Oh he couldn't just sit by and say nothing this was just fucking retarded.

"What use is that? Theory does not teach what is needed in a situation where the use of force is required."

Umbridge actually turned her back to him. "Students will raise their hands if they wish to speak in my class." her voice was clipped, thankfully loosing it's sickly sweet tone that was grating on his ears.

Green eyes started to glow pupils starting to slit as Harry's face blanked of all emotion once more. Ron noticed this and nudged Hermione, both of them now watching him curiously. There was a small tic in Harry's jaw showing he was clenching it though that was the only outward sign of his irritation.

"It is the view of the Ministry, that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get your through your examinations! Which after all is what school is all about."

Oh this was painful, his poor brain cells were screaming in agony to how shitty that explanation was. His eyes seemed to glow with an unnatural light, bright enough he was forced to take his glasses off as the glow reflected back. he noted absently as he glared at Umbridge that she was crystal clear; almost to inhuman sharp clarity.

The next words he spoke felt like they were coming from someone else; in a voice deeper than his own.

"Theory is what you teach children that are too young to perform the necessary spells; to revert back to that method with young adults that have already mastered the basic theory is simply holding them back and putting them in danger for when they enter into the outside world. Out there, people will not think twice about if the person they are facing off against only knows the theory. No if they discover that they will use it against them as it is a weakness. your precious Ministry's logic is as flawed as your teaching plan." Harry was actually glaring darkly at Umbridge now, the words simply flowing from him. "A composer does not study his field and compose a symphony the first time he picks up a pen. A Cadet does not study the art of war and become a SOLDIER 1st class the first time they pick up a sword…" he froze blinking as he realized the last part he just said.

Everyone was now staring at him as if he truly was insane; everyone except Blaise, Neville, Dean and surprisingly Malfoy.

"Harry is right, to send a student out with only basic knowledge when you have the power to teach them what they need to defend themselves. You are setting my fellow students up for disaster and that is dishonorable." Neville shook his head, he agreed completely with Harry on this.

Umbridge seemed unsure of what to say, though that was quickly covered up by one of her horrendous smiles.

"My dear," she was looking at Harry with this look of pure loathing. "Whoever would wish to harm children such as yourself."

"Really?" Harry asked looking at her like she was the stupidest creature on the planet; honestly he was starting to suspect she was.

"Child rapist." Dean said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Murders." Neville piped up leaning back in his chair.

"Child slave runners." Blaise threw in next.

"Voldemort." Harry threw in last. He looked around as the class fell silent; of course, they would ignore the rest but focus in on the Voldemort thing.

There was actually a tic in Umbridge's jaw as she seemed to stutter for words before finally stepping forward her jaw seeming to have regained the ability to move 'Shame..maybe if I make her angry enough she's clench it hard enough it will crack.' Harry couldn't help the almost sadistic smile that crossed his face, the green eyes starting to shine with a very faint hint of silver.

"You have been told that a certain dark wizard is one more at large. That.. is.. a LIE."

Oh now she was calling him a liar, clenching his jaw Harry resisted the urge to..why did he feel the urge to summon something to run the bitch through and end her incessant nonsense.

Ron was watching Harry carefully, a deep frown crossing his features as Harry blurted out it wasn't a lie. As he did his eyes glowed brighter and what appeared to be several strands of silver appeared in his hair.

"DETENTION Mr. POTTER!"

Oh that was the last straw, Harry stood up eyes blazing with a ice cold furry that would have Voldemort scurrying for the nearest door. "Then Cedric simply up and died of his own accord."

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident."

"It was murder!"

"ENOUGH!" that last bit was screamed in such a high pitched voice it sent Harry crashing back to his seat clutching his ears as all he could hear now was painful ringing. Several others in the room were also clutching their ears biting back tears of pain.

After she seemed to calm down she returned the mask for fake sweet to her face. "See me later .."

The rest of the day was hell on earth, Harry's eyes had not returned to normal the brilliant green glow as prominent as it was in DADA; silver ringed the far outside of the eye while the pupils remained cat slit. He had tried wearing his glasses once more but found he could no longer see out of them.

Ron had kept watching his friend closely; so far no other changes that he could see. Though it was only minor it was strange to see single strands of Harry's hair had turned shocking bright silver. They were very few and were almost invisible among the wild hair but for him it had been as clear as day as he saw them turn silver.

Reaching Umbridge's office Harry slowly pushed the door open; he wasn't going to grace her with the common courtesy of knocking. His face was a perfect emotionless mask as he walked into the horrible pink room. It had looked so much better when Remus was here.. This was just disgusting.

He tried desperately to keep from flinching at the annoying sound of all those damn moving kittens in the plates that lined the wall of the office.

"Ah Mr. Potter, please… have a seat." Umbridge motioned towards a table where a piece of parchment was already sitting a top the white lace. Moving over to the chair Harry sat down and reached into his bag to pull out a quill, it was pretty damn obvious he was going to be writing lines.

"No Mr. Potter, you'll be using a very special quill of mine." With deliberate slowness as if she was delivering the most precious of torture devices to her unsuspecting prey she laid it down across the parchment.

Instantly Harry could feel the dark magic pouring off in waves; narrowing his eyes he looked over the feather. So this was how she was going to play..

"you didn't give me any ink." Let's see if she would give something away. Watching her he saw a sick sadistic smile that was frightening familiar she turned back to him. "You won't need ink dear." That didn't bode well, picking up the quill he felt the dark magic responding to something deep in him. "What am I supposed to write?"

"I must not tell lies."

Oh that was pathetic… okay he would play along for now. "How many?"

"Oh as many as it takes to sink in." she giggled and moved away keeping her back to him.

Frowning Harry slanted glowing eyes down to the paper setting the pen on the paper he wrote out the first line. Pain raced across the back of his right hand (he had for some reason started writing left handed over the summer) looking down a small sadistic smile crossed his face seeing the words being carved into the back of his none writing hand. Almost instantly the wound healed over not even leaving a red mark. Turning back to the paper that sadistic smile only grew watching brilliant red blood with a glowing green hue began to eat through the paper and the table below it.

So this was designed to torture the writer by carving what they wrote into the back of their hand.. no doubt it was designed to heal but the heal would lessen with each time the line was written.

Smirking he saw that Umbridge was still looking absolutely smug with her back to him. looking to the quill Harry saw that the tip was starting to eat away just as the paper had.

Oh wouldn't that just piss her off…

Figuring the slight sting was well worth seeing her face Harry quickly scribbled out the next few lines watching in satisfaction as the wound on his hand healed as if it was never there not even leaving the skin red.

The paper was melting as the blood ate away through the table leaving 'I must not tell lies' embedded in her table.

"Um.. Professor." Looking up from where she was reading a book he watched with sick satisfaction as her eyes went huge seeing Harry holding up a quill that the whole bottom half had eroded away.

Standing up quickly she moved over and grabbed Harry's right hand seeing he was holding the quill in his left hand. The back of his right hand was perfectly flawless not even a single ounce of red marred his hand. Looking down to the paper her eyes flew open seeing the words had eaten through the paper and her table.

Pulling his hand away Harry stood up but stooped down in front of her so they were eye to eye. For the first time she noticed that his eyes were cat slit.

Smiling darkly Harry leaned in close a voice not his own speaking once more. "This little pathetic attempt of punishment has done nothing but garner me great amusement.. until you reach the level of the sadistic pleasure of Hojo." He flicked the quill into her face. "These little punishments will do nothing more than waste your time and mine..you Professor..have met your better.." his eyes flashed with a challenging light. "Bring it.."

Standing up he turned and swept from the room shutting the door gently behind him. Smiling sadistically he started to laugh.. a deep haunting insane laugh. He couldn't help it.. This was to good and way to funny.. that and it would creep her the fuck out!

AN: *grabs popcorn and sit's back to watch the drama start to unfold.* all hail Sephiroth!

Lol sorry I'm in a weird mood tonight for some reason. So here's the next chapter.. sorry but all my books are packed up so I have to rely on the movie for things that happen in year five (been way to long since I read order) oh before I forget, a few references.. a lot of this pulls from my Fanfiction SnowDay which is strictly FFVII if you have read it you'll get the references. If not Sephiroth in snow day is addicted to energy drinks.. Tseng is the one who introduced it to him and the one that keeps supplying it.

also as to the blood, i have always viewed Mako as highly acidic.. and when it touches things it eats through it. now most SOLDIER i don't think have enough in their system to do this but Sephiroth is a walking mako reactor..so i have always seen his blood as being very acidic.

You all have been such good readers thank you for all the reviews and favs / alterts.. keep the reviews up! I love hearing from you all and it makes me happy to see how many people love the story, also your suggestions on what happens. Don't worry the others will start to come out soon.