Hey everyone,
So, for the sake of 95% ensuring that this story won't get reported or taken down, did I decide to change the event that this entire chapter is centered about. I won't entirely delete it, but I will make it a little more – hard for the younger years to realize just how bad this event was. So expect a bit of a different wording of it all.
Hope that works,

Venquine1990


Chapter 58
To Use A Cane

3rd of June 1994
Castle Courtyard
Beast's POV

I really don't like the villagers – or any kind of human, really – but Sora has helped me so many times and he was there when I lost Belle and got attacked by Riku. He even freed Belle's heart by releasing his own and destroying the Keyblade that held it. The least I can do is invite his interesting group of misfits into my castle.
Belle also gave me the final push to convince me as she said I would one day have more humans walking around here anyway as she didn't plan on dying without being a mother. I still blush under my fur as I think about it, but then I look down at the portal and my eyes widen at the actual amount of people that leave it in groups.

At least sixty teenagers with black cloaks and green trims, over seventy with a red trim, somewhere between those numbers with a blue trim and at least another sixty with a yellow trim. Twenty students with thick coats and twenty with blue dresses and blonde hair walk into my Courtyard and look around – already expressing many emotions.
I sigh and ask: "Tell me again why this was a good idea?" But then I sniff and realize the answer myself as a scent not that different from my own enters the courtyard and looking down again, I see a man with blonde hair, streaked with grey, and who is surrounded by three people, while his hunched shoulders prove his endurance.
Amazed that, in that world, people can actually have an animal's scent that strong while being human, I couldn't be more happy to have agreed with Sora to have these guests over as this man might be my solution to finding, at least, a temporary cure to my curse. I smile down and have no idea that it will also be the other way around.

Remus' POV

Arriving at the slightly intimidating Courtyard, with the towering castle behind it, the gargoyles in the four corners of the circle paved onto the floor and the dead trees on both sides, I instantly sense something that makes it all that much harder to hold onto my inner wolf – the presence of a powerful Alpha Dominant.
Sighing, sniffing and huffing to hold back, I feel Harry and Sirius looking at me and Sirius asks: "Are there any wild animals here?" And Sora answers: "Well, remember we called the host Beast?" Sirius nods and Sora points upwards. I look up and my eyes lock with the bright blue ones of the Alpha Dominant Moony sees as a threat.

Instantly the wolf takes over and I howl in challenge, unable to control Moony any longer as the wolf sees this beast as a threat to his, still, meager bond with Sirius and I know the werewolf would not have done this had Sirius and I been able to finish the week of Heat. Hating the timing more than ever, I try not to glare at the monster above me.
Everyone is now looking at me in shock and Sirius says: "I – think we should keep the doors closed. Allow me." And he transforms, Padfoot walking in circles around my legs before wrapping his entire frame around my lower legs, his heavy body on my feet. I growl at him, but he just whines, obviously too comfortable to move.
This seems to be exactly what Moony needs as he realizes that Sirius only feels comfortable with him and I grab him slightly roughly by his back, before turning us so that I have my front against his back and have my arms under his upper legs. Sirius transforms back and smiles at me, asking: "Better?" And I nod in relief.

Beast's POV

My eyes are wide and if I had any less dignity my mouth would be on the floor at what I just saw. The man with the hunched shoulders had looked me in the eyes and it was as if I was staring at myself when Xaldin had Belle; the eyes had become pure amber and the howl of an Alpha Dominant had escaped the man's throat.
I had recognized the challenge – a challenge to try and take his mate – but the thought alone repulsed me and I had stayed where I was while Belle had come to stand next to me, wondering what was happening. And then – then – we had seen the man on the left of the amber-eyed man change into an actual dog, a big, black dog.
My eyes are still wide as the man transforms back, but this transformation and the walking around the man's legs had apparently been what the amber-eyed man needed as the amber had changed back to amber brown and he had gone to lie with his front against the black-haired man's back, nodding when said man asked a question.

I then turn to Belle and say: "Let's get them settled. I really want to know how he just did that." Belle nods and says: "Maybe – it – it can help you as well." I wonder why she would hesitate with suggesting this and I nod, but then, as we leave her room, does she lie a hand on my arm and does she ask: "What was that about?"
I look at her and she says: "That glare that amber-eyed man gave you and that strange howl he made. What was that about?" I sigh and say: "He must be some kind of Dominant male animal or something and I think his bond with that black-haired man is still new." Belle tilts her head, making her look cute and beautiful and I say:
"Alpha Dominants, when mated to another animal feel very conscious of their bond in the first few weeks to months. So if another Alpha Dominant were to come across the first when the bond is still young, the first would instinctively assume that the second is there to try and steal the first's mate away from him."
Belle looks shocked and I shrug as I say: "That's how it goes. The creature inside that man must be Alpha Dominant and me being Lord of this Castle must make me the same. It will probably end once I break the curse." Belle nods and we reach the front doors. I take a deep breath, knowing I won't receive a friendly entrance, and open the doors.

Harry's POV

I worry for Remus as his Heat must be really affecting him, but to look at the master of this castle and to actually challenge him with a werewolf howl was something even I didn't see coming. Yet, the seeing of the master also prepared me for him coming out the front doors, which we can reach through a small set of stairs.
The beast's fur is thick and brown and goes all over his body, his ears are a little darker brown and hang forward like horns – or the ears of a dog – and his blue eyes actually look darker thanks to the shadows cast on them. He wears a long purple cape with circular golden claps that is torn at some parts and a set of dark blue pants.
I look at the animal shocked and while some students try to hold back screams, do I send a quick look at the twins, who only stand in front of Ron, but don't do anything else. They see me looking and I raise my eyebrows as a sign they have to act. They nod at me and turn back to the Beast as they huff and everyone looks at them
They smirk at each other and chorus: "We've seen worse." And then George says: "Dementors." And Fred says: "The Dragons." And again they chorus: "That woman." And they shudder, while everyone else laughs and I see Beast relaxing, obviously relieved that the two broke the ice and I too smile at their brilliance as they wink at me.

Sora and Roxas then walk over to the man and Roxas says: "You really are something else." The Beast looks at him, his eyes slightly wary and he says: "I was there when the Heartless attacked your castle. Like that Infernal Engine. I just stayed until Xaldin started his plan. You really are something else, you know?"
Now a raised eyebrow shows that Beast wants more information and Roxas shrugs as he says: "Just that if our base would be under attack, it would be me and Xion fighting the Heartless while our leader would continue to put us on missions. You risked your life and health to protect those under you. That's something else."
The Beast – and the amazing woman I see standing behind him, smile at the blonde and I whisper at Riku: "Is she friend or foe?" And Riku whispers back: "Friend. When she was caught and his world was lost to Darkness, Beast was able to use his love for her to get to Hollow Bastion without even using a vehicle."

I look impressed and then Beast steps aside and says: "Please, come in. The Ballroom at the back will help you for the reading and the rooms here in the Main Entrance Hall lead to as many dormitories as you need." The woman smiles at him and Professor Sprout this times takes charge as she walks over and bows, saying:
"Thank you for opening your doors for us. Be assured that our students are well-raised and will never violate the rules set up by hosts of any foreign places. We are a prestigious school and honor ourselves on our loyalty, courage, ambition and wisdom. We promise to use these traits to make our stay here as comfortable as possible – for you."
The Beast smiles at the end of this speech and bows back, even going so far as to raise his cloak as he does so and the woman, wearing a beautiful yellow-golden ballgown, raises the upper layer of her skirt as she follows his example. Professor Sprout then motions us all and in perfect order of Houses do we enter the castle.

Belle's POV

I had really expected for these magic users to start cursing my precious Beast, but the groups have enough respect for the Beast to not attack him on his own land and then the twin redheads had made it so much easier for everyone around them to accept the looks of the Beast – although their way was a little unexpected.
I still had to stifle a snicker at it nonetheless, while worried that people of their age faced something looking scarier than someone who is supposed to look like a Monstrous Beast and I bow to the small, gruff looking woman with dirt covering almost her entire brown dress and lead them all into the Ball Room at the end of the ball.

Sora looks around with a happy smile, while the rest of the six groups look around amazed, but then I notice how the black-haired boy who is with the black-haired man and the Alpha Dominant is looking at said Dominant in worry and then this is proven valid as the Alpha roughly grabs the black-haired man's arm and asks:
"You – eugh, grrrrr – you had a – a room – grrr – ready for us?" To which Beast strangely enough asks: "Is either of you in Heat?" And the Alpha growls: "I am." The Beast nods, while I wonder what in Heat means and he says: "Head for the West Wing. Take this staircase, then follow the path to a staircase on your right.
Take it, follow it to the one on the left, enter the doors and then instantly turn right again. There is a small hidden door under the staircase, leading to the rooms of my parents. They have been empty since I was seven, they are luxurious and sound proof. My servants will make you want for nothing during your Heat."
The man nods and leaves, while I am shocked that Beast allows them a room that close to his own – to his rose, but then he stops the two and asks: "What animal are you?" And both of us are shocked silent as he growls: "Werewolf." Before he almost drags the Dog-man up the last few stairs and vanishes down the West Wing.

I then look at the groups behind me and the black-haired boy says: "Don't worry, if there was ever a werewolf afraid of his own inner animal, it's that one. That guy even wanted to push his own mate away his entire life. Lasted from his sixteenth birthday to about a week ago." And he snickers at the end of the explanation.
Yet the explanation confuses me and I say: "He sure doesn't look scared of being what he is." But apparently I said something wrong as a glare of death is send my way and I almost fear for my pure heart again as the boy spats: "Who, not what. Being a werewolf does not take my father his right to be a person, never will."
I nod, while shocked at the deadly serious tone in the boy's voice and he spats: "And no, it was an adoption, I am not a werewolf. I was never bitten and I never will be." I look confused, but then – from the corner of my eye – see Beast relax a little more than I did and realize he must have feared this, which makes me smile.

I then lead them into the Ball Room and three of the groups instantly head for the upper balcony surrounding most of the egg-shaped room while some of the heavy-dressed kids and the elder years of the green, red, blue and yellow trimmed students lean against the poles holding up the upper balcony and the rest all assemble around me.
I smile at them, but then one at the entrance screams and I see Lumiere, the golden candlestick with three candles, of which two he uses for hands, walk into the room. The girl scurries back and a friend next to her says: "Oh come on, we live in a castle with moving staircases and living portraits." To which the girl retorts:
"I know, but the staircases don't have faces and he just spooked me." The girl next to her sighs with her eyes aimed at the ceiling and says: "No offence to this place, but with the courtyard's decorations and the – again, no offence – looks of the owner of this place, shouldn't you have expected something like this?"
The girl nods and then the heavily French accent of my good friend sounds as the candlestick says: "Forgive me, mademoiselle, I did not mean to scare you. My friends and I are just so happy to have so many guests. I promise in name of all staff you will want for nothing." And he hops over to where I'm standing, bowing to the girl beforehand.

Harry's POV

I settle myself near one of the poles holding up the upper balcony on the southwest of the room and while Viktor leans against it and Ron and Hermione join me together with Mss. Crenson and Erica, do I know that the next chapter will be nothing if not a hellish nightmare I just don't want to re-experience anymore.
I had picked up the Dreamless Sleep Potion when we had left the Great Hall for this amazing castle and I have to admit that this entire room is quite in contrast with the rest of what I have seen so far, not that this is in anyway a bad thing. I then take a deep breath and stand up, causing for the chatter on the ground floor to settle.
This seems to draw the attention of everyone chattering upstairs and they all lean over the balustrade to look down. When I know I have even their attention, I take another deep breath and say: "Professor Snape has given me this Dreamless Sleep potion, as this summer, Vernon and his sister did something I just don't want to re-experience.
I was willing to read last chapter because it had nothing to do with them and was even a chapter I am very fond of, even if Dumbles kept my father from sending me a gift for my birthday. I will now take the potion and hopefully sleep through the chapter. For those curious as to what I hate of this chapter, I can only say this: to use a cane."
And with that do I sit back down and pull the bottle out of my inner robe pocket. Everyone is still looking at me and I detect worry and concern in the eyes of Belle and the Beast as the first has her hands over her heart. I smile at them both and then drink the substance, blessing the darkness that befalls me seconds later.

Belle's POV

"What on earth did this Vernon person do that that poor boy fears hearing about it. No one should fear reading a book. I have to know." I think strongly, my heart reaching out to the poor sleeping boy and I look around, trying to find the book in question. Seeing it lying on top of a stack, I walk over and ask: "Can I read?"
Beast now smiles at me, as if having expected me to do so and I smile back as he and I both know how much I love reading, the Beast having gone along so far he even allowed me my own library. Smiling at the many memories of me reading the most amazing books to him, I smile at him and then take the book the squat little woman offers me.

I walk back to where I was standing and suddenly see a large, fluffy carpet lying there. Wondering how that got there, I see more and more appear under the students and then see several of the elder adults waving amazingly strange wooden sticks around. Shocked at their amazing magical powers I smile at them and sit down.
I then ask: "At what chapter are you?" And the girl sitting next to the sleeping boy says: "We just started the book. Harry just read the first chapter before we moved here." I nod, shocked that only the second chapter alone can be enough to scare a young man, while happy to know one of these people's names and start reading.

Aunt Marge's Big Mistake

Shockingly enough is this alone to make the poor boy shudder in his sleep and then a boy with the red trim and who seems to be at least a year older than Harry says: "I might think it pathetic that Potter won't read an entire chapter over something that involves a cane, but if he shudders over a name, you know it's bad news."
And everyone nods. I look around and the girl sitting with Harry says: "There used to be this man named Voldemort, but he was so dark and so powerful, everyone called him You-Know-Who. Harry never feared saying his real name – or made up name, really – so if Harry fears someone's name when he doesn't even fear Voldemort."
I nod and look at the young boy, who now rests on the girl's lap and that of her redheaded friend and she says: "Hermione Granger. This is Ron Weasley and over there is Harry's mate Viktor Krum." I nod, happy that the girl must be realizing that I know no one here and then spare one last glance at Harry before reading on.

Harry went … living room.

"Is he serious?" A tanned boy with green trim asks and the blonde boy with same trim who sits close to him asks: "How big were those rooms? Great Hall size?" But Ron shakes his head and says: "About half the size of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. Both together make that classroom." The blonde looks shocked and asks:
"How do you know?" And Ron answers: "We picked Harry up last summer." And again the boy shudders in his sleep, making the two he's lying on look down and the redhead says: "During which another terrible thing apparently happened. Guess we'll be needing Dreamless Sleep Potion again for next book." Hermione nods and I read on.

Dudley had … ate continually.

Now a woman with brown hair and brown eyes that have dark green specks in them shudders and mutters: "And I thought he was repulsive when he was in my class." She shudders again and one of the red head twins sitting in the group of the students with a red trim on their black cloaks turns to her and asks:
"Would it help." And the other goes on, shocking me: "If we told you." And they chorus: "That's he's on a diet?" The woman looks shocked, while I feel slightly confused as to who of the two is who and she asks: "He is?" The twins nod and chorus: "Harry wrote us about it. He's one unhappy apple." The woman laughs and I read on.

Harry sat … to care.

"They don't even recognize his presence?" I ask shocked and Hermione nods saying: "They did the same the summer before his first year, this is his third. They did the same most of last summer too, but then an accident happened." I look confused and ask: "What accident?" But the girl keeps her mouth shut and I read on.

He helped … escaped convict.

"And here things go to hell." Ron moans and I ask: "Already, in the second chapter?" Ron nods and says: "Let's just say that this book is, emotionally and concerning Harry's past, the hardest year he ever had to face." This makes me send a worried glance at the sleeping boy and Beast comes to sit next to me as I read on.

"...the public … right now!"

"Aaaah, almost right, but not quite." Ron laughs and an elder redhead asks: "Wait, Sirius had been there?" Ron nods and says: "According to a letter we received at the end of the year, did Sirius visit Harry when – well, the chapter's pretty much dedicated to that event." The elder redhead nods, looking shocked and I read on.

Aunt Petunia … these people?"

"Excuse me?" A woman with a monocle in her eye asks shocked and the same pale looking boy as before says: "Not even Crabbe and Goyle are that cruel. That's Dark Lord level cruel." I look at him in confusion and he says: "Another title for Voldemort. And I'm Draco Malfoy, Harry's cousin." I nod at the blonde and read on.

"Very true … at ten."

Again Harry shudders and Hermione asks: "Might it be better if we move him somewhere else?" And to my delight does Beast walk over and does he cradle Harry as if he's an infant, Harry curling up in Beast's fur and grabbing the fur on his chest with a sleepy hand. The Beast then moves back to me and I read on.

Harry, whose … his life, something she had never deserved. Aunt Marge … Harry's mind.

"And that's pretty bad for someone with a near photographic memory." Hermione says, looking at Beast worriedly and I know she fears for her friend, but Harry hasn't shuddered at all since Beast has sat down next to me and I send her a reassuring smile before smiling lovingly at Beast and the person in his care. After this I read on.

At Dudley's … Dudley's eyes.
And the last and worst of it all was that Marge had been the one to introduce Uncle Vernon to Finar, letting the man take her place at the Dursley residence for the week she had been supposed to be staying. The end of that week had been Harry's birthday and the horrible "Butt gift" had come into play.

"Horrible butt gift?" I ask confused and while anger and a need to protect are apparent in her voice does Hermione answer: "Finar is a right out pedophile. He convinced Harry's supposed uncle to do all kinds of things that, if not for Harry's incredible magic, would have taken him his virginity even at that tender age."
I look absolutely horrified and then suddenly Ron gasps and says: "Hermione, if Marge introduced Finar to Vernon and Marge will be around Vernon and a near adult Harry –." Instantly almost everyone around us realizes what that sentence would end with and we all look at the young boy in Beast's arms horrified.

Beast's POV

"A string of balls? In a little boy's ass? Even I wasn't that cruel when I believed myself perfect and believed that outer beauty was all that mattered. What on earth did those two do to – this – this – this young angel?" I mentally ask, the young child in my arms the only thing keeping me from roaring out in pure rage and need for revenge.
Soft black hair falling down the side of a pale white face with dark black eyelashes lying high on a pair of very thin cheekbones and a small hand softly holding onto my fur while thin legs slightly press into my side as they are curled up against a famished body. Young Harry looks like a defenseless infant as he lies in my arms.
"I won't let them hurt him." I growl softly, not wanting to wake the little boy and Belle nods with me, making me know that, as Princess Pure of Heart, she must be very determined to protect whatever little bit of light is left in this poor child. Smiling at the woman of my dreams, I feel my heart swell with my love for her.

We smile at each other and I once again bless Sora for all his help. Getting me back on my feet when Riku had beaten me. Helping me reach Belle. Letting me come to my senses regarding her loyalty for me. Helping me protect her against Xaldin and fighting alongside me after she had rescued herself and the Rose from his grip.
Hating myself still for thinking the Rose more important than my beautiful Belle I still bless her every day as her decision to stay was apparently enough for the Rose to stop wilting and for a new crown of petals to bloom. Knowing I have been given a little more time with my love in my – now – familiar form, I smile at the girl of my dreams.

Belle's POV

"I won't let them hurt him." Beast growls and I nod, determined to help him with that, quite like how I was determined to protect the Rose against Xaldin when he held me captive and wanted to force the Beast to choose. Loving how my father had taught me how to fight dirty, I smile as I remember the hook I gave the man.
It was a right out mean one and I know it gave Beast, Sora and Donald a head start, not that it really mattered as in the end the Nobody had been defeated, Beast had come back on his earlier demand of me leaving and we had had our Ball, even if it had been in the Courtyard. I smile at the memory of that romantic night and read on.

"Marge'll be … of entertainment. Harry tried not to show his fear as Marge was more unpredictable than the Accromantula's he had faced a few months prior.

"Don't remind me." Ron moans and I ask: "Accromantula's?" And the redhead answers: "Spiders the size of Beast." Shocking me senseless as I ask: "And Harry faced those?" Ron nods and says: "Me too, although I was asleep when we read about it. Just like Harry wanted to be asleep now." I nod at him, look at Harry and read on.

"Firstly," growled … gritted teeth, trying to imagine Marge to be Snape as that would make the coming few days a little more bearable – and raised his self-confidence as well.

"Only better. If that woman scares Potter enough he needs a Dreamless Sleep Potion, then I don't mind being compared to her if it helps Potter face her." One of the guides, who I now know is named Snape, sneers and the woman next to him says: "I'm just glad he has something to draw courage from." I nod and read on.

"And thirdly … Criminal Boys."

"EXCUSE ME!" Is heard through the entire hall and Hermione shouts: "If there is one boy who would never belong there it's Harry!" And Ron shouts: "Incurable Criminal Boys? Ever looked at that pig of a son of yours?" But then Beast shouts: "QUIET!" And his thunderous voice shocks and scares everyone silent as he says:
"You'll wake Harry." But then a woman with a white apron and a white nurse hat on smiles and says: "No, no, sir, we won't. Dreamless Sleep allows for people who take it to sleep without dreams and therefore undisturbed. But, if you really want to be sure." And from the pocket of her apron does she grab two things.
One of them is one of those weird magical sticks and the other is a small version of a sleeping bag. She uses her wand to float the sleeping bag over to Beast and then waves her wand again, enlarging the sleeping bag as she says: "Harry's adopted father charmed this sleeping bag with a Soundproof spell. No sound will penetrate it."
Beast nods and carefully, as if Harry is only an infant, lies the boy in the sleeping bag, before carrying him back over to his friends. I see the burly build boy with thick robe sliding down his balustrade and sitting cross-legged, allowing for Beast to lie Harry's head on his lap before he walks back to me and I continue the reading.

"What?" Harry … old socks and the string of balls he had given him on his eight birthday.

"Does he still have it?" I suddenly ask and Hermione shakes her head as she says: "Remus and Sirius – Harry's adoptive parents – burned it after reading about it in the first book." I nod, feeling relieved and then look at the boy, not wanting to think what other sexual trauma he must have faced. Shaking my head I quickly read on.

"Well, Petunia … sudden idea.

"Good or bad?" I ask and Hermione answers: "Most of Harry's plans are pretty bad, unless he's in a life-threatening situation. Then he thinks on his feet and his plans are brilliant. I'm not sure of this one though." I nod at her and ask: "Life-threatening situations?" But the girl answers: "End of the book." And I read on.

Abandoning his … St. Whatsits..."

Now I stop to the hoots of those in black robes with green trims and hear Draco Malfoy say: "There's his Slytherin side again. Ambitious and very, very cunning." He then tilts his head and asks: "So why didn't it work? Something like this surely should have worked." I wonder the same and quickly continue reading.

"St. Brutus's … purple face as it was quite like the face a sick Filch drew and after seeing a frantic Filch, a sick Filch or a purple faced Uncle Vernon no longer scared him. "It's a … fist raised.

"DAMN YOU, ALBUS!" An old man with long white hair and beard suddenly shouts and when we all look at him, does he bow to me and say: "Aberforth Dumbledore, the ex-headmaster of Harry's school is my brother." I nod, pleased to get to know more and more people here and then the man turns angry again and growls:
"And that Overcooked Lemon Drop knows perfectly darn well what happens if you try and hurt a witch or wizard physically." And with that does he draw a young woman with long blonde hair closer to him, but the girl, shockingly enough, has the same eyes as him and I wonder if this could be his daughter as I read on.

But Harry stood his ground. He had faced the very monster that killed his parents, so facing a bastard who only knew how to use his fists was no longer something that concerned Harry. Ever since he had learned he had magic, he had realized that his magic had been healing his injuries for years, so now he felt confident that this threat wouldn't have any lasting effects.

Reading this horrifies me and then I notice a stern looking woman with her hair done up in a bun shake her head as she says: "Knowing his magic would heal his injuries should have never made him believe he could do this." To which the plumb woman says: "He never should have had to rely on his magic to heal him in the first place."
At this the other woman nods and I again look at the boy they are talking about, wondering if all that instinctual use of magic is what caused the boy to look so underfed and weak. And while asleep in his sleeping bag, the sweet, poor boy looks even smaller and younger than he already is, making me read on with my heart in my throat.

"Knocking the … the line, followed all my and her orders and kept … ruddy form."

"Why do I not like the sound of that acceptance?" The tanned Slytherin asks and Hermione answers: "Because of the all of my and her orders part, I presume. It will allow sick minds like those of Marge and Vernon to do whatever they want, knowing Harry is too determined to get that signed slip to refuse the orders. Damn monsters."
The tanned Slytherin nods and then moves from his own group of green-trimmed, black-cloaked students over to where Hermione, Ron and the burly student are sitting. He pulls Hermione closer and gives me a greeting with two fingers touching his temple as he says: "I'm Blaise, Blaise Zabini." I nod at him and read on.

He wheeled … fell out, which Harry smiled at as that window had actually been opened and he had seen a neighbor that had never sided with either Vernon or Harry and could therefore be considered a neutral witness standing outside the front porch.
Harry didn't return to the kitchen. Though he hadn't shown it, he had been worried he would get beaten before Vernon would leave and he took this chance to leave this event unharmed for what it was.
He went … Harry sighed not just because he hated waking the two up, but because he hated the thought of being without the one being that cared for him, then poked … were reproachful proving she knew what could happen and that she didn't like leaving him to himself, "it's not … her leg and had pruned Harry's hair the entire time to prove how much she worried for him) soared out … thoroughly miserable but trying to push that feeling away with the expectation of visiting Hogsmeade village, put the … the wardrobe, throwing a bunch of Dudley's old garb over it in such a way, it looked like a laundry basket.

And while the owl in question had actually landed upon one of the gargoyles upon arriving through the portal, does she now fly into the ballroom through the large open doors leading to the balcony. She lands on the sleeping bag's rim and starts hooting a tune that sounds so deeply concerned, I just know what I will read will be horrible.
Then the matron like woman stands up and says: "I'm truly sorry to say this, but considering all the facts that we now have, I must do my duty as matron of Hogwarts. All those who have never heard of or lived through a sexual experience, please come over immediately. You will be given a Dreamless Sleep potion of your own.
And no, the mentioning of Finar and his work on Mr. Potter doesn't count." The woman then sternly says and a good quarter of the students with the black robes all come to her, either from the ballroom itself or the indoor balcony. They each take a bottle of their own and then move back to where they had been as I read on.

But Harry … the hall.

"Do something about yourself and your son." One of the twins says and the other goes on: "No wait, lost cause." Making everyone laugh as the two bow and chorus: "These jokes and pranks are delivered to you by Fred and George Weasley of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Have a fun reading." I laugh at their antics and read on.

Harry couldn't … would be. And the happier she was, the less he had to fear her ways of punishments, of which most came straight from Finar himself.
All too … at Harry.

"Does she ever let herself or her son do anything?" I ask, shocked at how this boy has been treated so far and one of the twins says: "Sure." Shocking me and quite a few around me, until the other one says: "Whenever Harry's not there, that is." And they chorus: "Then they have no choice." I sigh and shake my head as I read on.

A feeling … as his.

"And that's a woman?" I ask, feeling repulsed and, for some reason, getting an image of a female Gaston in my mind, which makes me shudder all the more before one of the twins says: "Just imagine, if this is how those two look." And the other asks: "What will their mother be like?" Everyone shudders at this and I read on.

In one … evil-tempered bulldog, one that almost made Harry wish he was a cats-person instead of a dogs-person.
"Where's my … many chins.

"How many exactly?" I ask, repulsed but curious and one of the twins says: "We tried to count them next summer." And the other answers: "But he kept moving them as he kept trying to run away from us." We all laugh and I ask: "Why did he run away?" But this gets everyone – except the more serious teachers – to burst out laughing.
I look around and an enormous man – the size of Beast and who has the same wild beard as Beast's fur says: "I was still loyal to Aberforth's brother and the elder Dursley insulted him in front of me, so I gave his son a pig's tail. Not my best work as I should have punished Dursley senior, but – but I – I felt that –."
But that's as far as the guy gets and he bursts out laughing again as I imagine a teenage Gaston with a pig's tail. The image makes me laugh and feel relieved for the man's death at the same time. I then lower the book and think back to that day, only a few months after Beast and I had our ball in the Courtyard upfront.

!Flashback!

Beast had allowed me a vision of my father and I had seen him wandering the Forest while deadly ill. Beast had let me go to save him and I had promised that I would return the minute I had my father convinced that Beast was a good person. I had then left and had returned home with my father.
It had taken him a few days to get better, but by the time he was well enough to open his eyes and speak for a few minutes did Gaston rally up the citizens in an attempt to force me into marrying him, less I lose my father to the Mad House. I had refused and had told Gaston he was a monster.

I had then showed the villagers the Beast with the mirror he had given me as a way of communicating, so that I could keep him updated on how my father was doing, but the separation of me and him had apparently caused the Beast to be in a fit of rage when I called him and it had scared the villagers.
Gaston had taken advantage of this and had locked my father and me in the basement as he gathered all the men from the village, stole my mirror and used it to reach Beast's Castle. I had been lucky that Chip had secretly come along with me as he had used one of my father's inventions to free us.

We had then left on Phillipe for the Castle and there we found Beast, lying on one of the turrets and about to be killed by Gaston holding up the arm of a gargoyle. I had shouted at the man not to do it and my return had brought new life into Beast, who had fought Gaston as I entered the castle, running up the many stairs.
I had reached a balcony a few floors higher than Beast and had seen him holding Gaston by his throat above the edge of a roof. To my great pride and relief had the Beast released Gaston and told him to move, but when he turned around to face me, had he done so with such speed it made Gaston trip.
Beast had tried to grab the man's arms, but Gaston had still been in a fit of panic and in his need to get away from Beast had he side-stepped straight off the tower falling into the ravine on the south-east side of the castle. That had been the last the villagers and I had ever seen of that god-awful man and his arrogant ways.

!Flashback!

I shake my head, having no reason whatsoever to think of that man ever again and then Beast asks: "Everything alright?" I nod and whisper: "Just thinking of that night where you proved you were the better man than Gaston." The Beast nods and wraps a comforting arm around my waist, pulling me closer as I read on.

Aunt Marge … fat fist.

"And I thought their behavior in the first book was bad." One of the guides moans and another, this one small and with a long white beard says: "Not letting them learn anything by giving them the answers and letting others do their homework is one thing, but being paid to show affection?" Everyone nods and I read on.

"Petunia!" shouted … a hat-stand, which Harry didn't mind one bit as he'd rather be ignored by her all week than to have her attention on him for even a second.

"How do you know when someone doesn't like you?" One of the twins asks and the other goes on: "When even a second of attention disgusts that person." And they each shake their heads, saying: "Sad, it's just sad." Making me wonder if I should laugh at their antics or if they really feel for Harry this time and thus I keep on reading.

Aunt Marge … he could. He may have to hide his Slytherin cunning and self-preserving nature from his friends and those seeing him for a hero, but neither group concerned the Dursleys, so to him, Privet Drive was free game.

"This really isn't going to be a good chapter, is it?" A young girl with pigtails asks and those around her shake their head as I wonder how such a depressing chapter could be the start of the book. I then look at Beast and whisper: "I've never seen a book with such a depressing start." The Beast nods and sits a little closer as I read on.

By the … the corner. Harry instantly became worried as he knew that Aunt Petunia always put a touch of wine or whiskey in her fruitcake whenever Marge visited and a Drunk Marge was the worst Marge of them all. After all, Marge and Finar had met over a wine-tasting event back years before Harry was even born and had been friends ever since.
Harry saw … hated animals.

"How could she? She's married to a whale and gave birth to a pig." One of the twins says and then the other goes on: "Speaking of which, how on earth did someone that big get out of someone that bony?" Everyone shudders and a redhead with rimmed glasses spats: "Guys, too much information, alright!" The twins nod and I read on.

"Who's looking … first time and Harry again cursed the retched dog.
"So!" she … said Harry, holding back on telling her how much he would rather be somewhere else as that would break his deal with Uncle Vernon.
"Don't you … keep you.

"Keep him? He was supposed to be Petunia's nephew by blood. They shouldn't have just kept him, they should have shown him some bloody love." The small man with long white beard shouts, but then the giant man says: "Be glad they didn't. Made Harry who he is today. He would have been Dudley's clone had they loved him."
Everyone shudders and Hermione says: "It's like they say. Harry turning out the way he did by cause of their bad treatment of him is a blessing in disguise." Everyone nods as what seems to be the father of the redheads says: "On the other hand am I pretty confident that Harry would still be Harry if he had been lovingly raised somewhere else."

"That's true, Arthur." A stern looking woman who had been one of the guides says and she goes on: "But then one aspect of Harry's personality would not have evolved as much as it has; his belief that other people's lives are worth more than his. He would have had people who really cared for him then and would have valued his own life, for them."
The redhaired man nods and the man named Aberforth grumbles: "Damn you, Albus. You and your manipulative idiotic ways." To this the young girl lies herself in his lap and the man clings to her, making me wonder if he almost lost her to this Albus person. Wanting to know more and wanting to relief the tension of the room, do I read on.

Wouldn't have … my doorstep. And that's if I'd even considered you worth the effort of getting in my car, you waste of space."
Harry was bursting to say that her very being was a waste of existence and that he'd rather … haven't improved your disgusting ways since I last saw you.

"And neither have you, apparently." One of the twins spats and the other goes on: "Yeah, the only difference between Harry and you is you never change and will never be loved. Harry might not have changed, but he doesn't need to change either to be loved." And the two smile at the boy in the sleeping bag before I read on.

I hoped … hopeless cases."

"So then why is your son still attending Smeltings?" The young redhaired girl spats and then the woman with the monocle says: "Mss. Weasley, that is an excellent punishment. I will be sure to push that forward once we have those Dursleys in custody." The girl smiles, but then the rimmed-glassed boy asks:
"You don't have them in custody yet?" The woman shakes her head and says: "I have twelve Aurors and two Unspeakables stationed around their house and Grunnings, but Cornelius and I agreed that we should combine all that we read in these books with all that those fourteen members collect as evidence and then arrest them."
The rim-glassed redhead nods and a redhead with a lot of scars and burn marks on his arms asks: "So, do they have something yet?" The woman nods and says: "Yes, but only enough for a small sentence. Seems those Muggles really only hate and abuse those of magical blood." This makes the redheads growl and I read on.

PS. If I wrote in another chapter that the Dursleys had actually been arrested, please let me know and I will edit this section. Thanks in advance.

"I see … thing properly in the vane hope it would keep her off his back, he added … deserve it.

"You, your brother and that disgusting Finar are people who deserve a hitting, not Harry!" Hermione shouts furiously and I look at Harry worriedly, but the boy sleeps on, his head tilted to the side and his eyes closed peacefully. Amazed at how well the sleeping bag keeps sound away from the boy's ears, do I calmly read on.

A good … said Harry thinking back to every time Vernon would do so in his youth, "loads of … boy's case."

This monologue is almost enough to make me wish Gaston was still around and then suddenly Beast stands up and only then do I realize how tense the creature's muscles have become. He growls softly and leaves for the balcony, the students jumping back as he walks past them. He then throws the doors closed and everyone looks shocked.
I sigh and say: "Well, I was kind of expecting such a reaction sooner or later." Everyone looks at me and I say: "You have to understand, under that amazing, monstrous look is a really good and loving heart and just by how he treated Harry earlier can you tell that he has taken him into his heart. To hear such things being said about him, then."
Everyone nods and Ron says: "Trust me, we all feel the same, but we've been hearing such comments thrown at Harry over the last two books, so – as much as we hate it – are we kind of used to it." I nod and look down as I say: "Lumiere, head for the balcony and keep the doors closed until Beast is calm enough to read on, okay?"
The Candlestick nods and hops over to the room, some students still looking at him weirdly, which makes me hold back a laugh as I have been in this castle for so long now that I am more than used to people like Lumiere. Still, looking around the room makes me know I will see things I have never seen before and with that do I read on.

Perhaps Uncle … to do. He had no friends to worry about at Privet Drive, so his own safety and health became his main priority right quick. Aunt Marge … his improvement.

"That family really never heard of the saying look at yourself first before you judge someone else." Hermione snarls and Ron asks: "Is that a Muggle saying?" Hermione nods and a pudgy man with green bowler hat on says: "That sure is a saying we of the Magical World can use." And those sitting around him nod before I read on.

She delighted … present too, not that Harry even wanted a single thing from her as he still remembered her last suggested gift only too well – the string once again stuck in his ass.
She also … unsatisfactory person, but Harry had hardened against this thanks to the same treatment given to him by Professor Snape for ten months a year, two years in a row.

The man named Snape hits himself on the head and says: "At least it had some profitable results, even if I'm not longer proud of it." But then a groggy voice asks: "Where are we?" And I see Harry pushing himself out of his sleeping bag. Everyone looks shocked and Hermione whimpers: "Harry, what – what are you doing awake?"
Harry shrugs and says: "I took my own Dreamless Sleep Potion, you know how weak those things are." The girl sighs and Harry looks at me and asks: "Where are we? And where is Beast?" I motion with my head for the balcony and then look at the book before saying: "We just reached the third day of Marge's stay."
This makes Harry blanch and he asks: "We're not on the last yet?" I shake my head and he says: "I'll wait outside. Just tell me when we reached the last night, alright?" And before anyone can stop him, has he left through the large doors into the hall. Wondering what happened in these next few days we'll read about, do I read on.

"You mustn't … say anything. Think of your health. Don't rise … the pup –"

Now a roar quite like Lupin's sounds through the hall before the glass doors to the balcony are thrown closed again and we all look at them in shock as Beast jumps over the balcony balustrade and obviously flees for the woods to fight with wolves, like he often these days does to release pent up tension or anger.
Feeling for my beloved, I look from that set of doors to the other closed set, just when Harry barges through them and asks: "What happened? Is everyone alright?" We all nod and I say: "Beast just really cares for you and hates hearing the things Marge said about you. He left to fight wolves. He does that when he's angry."
Harry nods and walks back out of the hall, but this time do Ron, Hermione and Viktor follow him and Viktor holds the golden handles of the doors in his hands as he tells me: "Just read on. This chapter seems harder on Harry than he lets on. He needs us, whether he listens in or not." I nod and smile at the young man and read on.

At that … firm grip..."

"Normally, I love it when Muggles come up with excuses to deny the existence of magic, but this woman angers me so much, it almost feels like a personal insult." The father of the redheads growls and then the eldest redheads, with a fang-earing, asks: "Hey dad, you don't think Voldemort met this woman, do you?"
The man looks at his son and he says: "Well, these people are almost enough to make you disgust Muggles so imagine what their effect would be on that Muggle-hater." Everyone around me shudders at this and then the scarred redhead asks: "Hey, who do you think would win if you put Dursley and Voldemort in one arena?"
Everyone looks shocked and the redhead says: "Just imagine it, the biggest Muggle-hater versus the biggest Wizarding-hater. Would be an interesting match, don't you think? Voldemort's cunning and magic against Dursley's temper and fists." This makes those around him laugh hard and I feel relieved of the tension as I read on.

But Aunt … something explode. The results back then had been a lot worse than they were now and it was hard for him to calm his beating heart as he had been sure the same would happen as it had last time and couldn't believe his lucky stars.
He couldn't … from Hogwarts, even if the magic performed back then had not been done by Harry himself.

"At least we got to clean his record before coming here. Last book really helped with that." The bowler hat man says and the monocle woman nods as she says: "Call me crazy, but I believe that record could have very well have come back to bite young Harry in the ass, had we not cleared it." The man nods and I read on.

He heard … the way terrified of what would happen if either Marge or Vernon spotted him there.
Harry got … stay arrived. Harry worked extra hard on keeping himself in check this day as the night before, his fears about Marge still meeting with Finar had come true.

"This can't be good." The strict guide woman mutters worried and the small guide with long white beard asks: "Do you think this is what Mr. Potter feared so much he wanted to be under Dreamless Sleep Potion and left when that failed to work?" The woman nods and says: "I fear it is, Filius." And with that the matron says:
"Alright, everyone who received a Dreamless Sleep Potion, drink it now. We will inform you of the level of severity the Dursleys can receive as punishment for this later, but will spare you any other details. No objections!" She snaps at the end and I spot many reluctant faces turning peaceful as students of various ages fall asleep.
This makes me sigh relieved as I had gotten to understand that Harry himself, while weak looking in body, is extremely strong in mind and heart and for him to have left at a scene like this makes me know that this isn't something for those too young to hear. Yet this does nothing about my own concerns as I continue reading.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Marge had come into his room long after Aunt Petunia and Dudley had gone to bed and Uncle Vernon had told him to lie on his front with his pants and underwear down.
Harry had seen the glint in his Uncle's eyes and had almost decided that the Hogsmeade form just wasn't worth it, but then his Gryffindor side reared up with the thought that, starting the next night, his life would be Marge free once more.
He had swallowed his comments and his pride and had done as his uncle had ordered, hoping against hope that his uncle would pull the toy out of his ass. But then he had heard Aunt Marge as she said, "And now to see if what Finar said about some asses being able to hold more than one gift is indeed true." And to his great shock, pain and humiliation had Aunt Marge used her walking cane in such a way Harry felt as if the Basilisk Fang was moving through his privates, its venom leaving a mark that would never heal again before Uncle Vernon had stopped her and had left with the words, "This isn't the last for that little pleasure freak, I assure you."

Everyone looks beyond shocked and then a soft voice whispers: "To use a cane." Everyone turns to the voice, belonging to a young redhaired girl and she says: "That was the warning Harry gave us. To use a cane. Those monsters used a cane on him in ways even – even he wouldn't dare to. No wonder he feared this chapter so."
Everyone nods and then a tanned girl with her hair in braids and with a red trim on her black robe says: "This is Lockhart all over again. Harry doesn't want to read this chapter because he fears what the effects it will have on his relationship with us. He doesn't want to see the disgust we feel because he'll think we're disgusted with him."

This makes me look at the double doors in worry and then the gruff voice of Beast asks: "I don't hear anymore reading. Are we done?" I shake my head and say: "We just finished the part Harry feared so much. Should we call him in?" But Beast shakes his head and walks over, sitting back down behind me and says:
"Let's wait until the chapter ends, he'll feel better if we do. He already fears that woman enough, to hear more about her will only make him feel worse." I nod, while some of those around us try to hide their shock at how caring and compassionate my friend and true love really is. I shake my head at this and calmly read on.

Aunt Petunia … Harry's faults though this was mostly because Harry shuddered in fright whenever he spotted Marge's cane, making the Dursleys laugh and because he served them at every part of the meal; during the … very red and Harry's body tensed in an unpleasant, fearful and still very painful way.

"Great, she loves punishing those that never did anything wrong, she's friends with that Finar monster and now she's drunk too. This can only end up really – wait a minute." One of the twins suddenly stops grumbling and then he asks his twin: "Isn't this the summer that Harry –." The other twin looks shocked and says:
"Yes, yes, now that you mention it, it is. This – this is the summer that – this just has to be the night that –." But there the twin stops and both seem unable to say anymore as both of them try very hard not to laugh out loud. I wonder what they are on about, but then the bowler hat man hits himself on the head and says:
"How could I forget? I met Potter that same night. How on earth did I forget? That swelling charm he cast." I look shocked and ask: "I thought they weren't allowed magic." And the man nods and says: "I'm guessing that the drunken state of that woman made her cross the line with Harry's temper. We'll just have to see." I nod and read on.

"Just a … the boy." Harry felt his fear grow with every bit that Vernon added to the glass. Dudley was … it out.
He also knew his uncle did this just to get most of his personal pleasure possible out of this deal made between them as he must have noticed how painfully uncomfortable it was for Harry to stay seated, but he didn't care as, after lying on his bed in pain for an hour, had Harry gathered together the ingredients for a pain-relief potion and he was planning to make this as soon as Marge was gone.
He knew Vernon thought he had won, but Harry would get his slip signed, so he didn't feel the same. Physically Vernon had beaten him yet again, but in the end, Harry had still come out on top. The neighbor was his trump card and he had already, quietly, arranged for the man to be back at the front porch the minute Vernon would return from taking Marge to the station.
"Aah," said … stomach clench, mostly in fear of what else she could be planning for him.
The Handbook … Weak. Underbred."

"You breed them yourself, you bitch." A woman with grizzled grey hair and soft blue eyes snaps and everyone looks at her shocked as she blushes and says: "Sorry, but I really hate that woman. She used to always stop by my house on her way back and would then complain for hours that my babysitting of Harry had terrible results and whatnot."
Everyone looks shocked and she grumbles: "And to top it all did she then try, again and again, to convince me to drown my cats and take dogs instead. And that while my only Squib talent was that I am a Feline Beast Speaker. I would have been incapable of keeping a proper eye on Harry had she convinced me."
She then shakes her head and says: "If I didn't know better I'd say she was in on Dumbles' plans as well, but seeing how little she knows about Magic, it just can't be that she is." To which the monocle woman says: "Regardless of that point, Arabella, do I feel required to ask Dumbles about this once I get a chance." Arabella nods and I read on.

Harry was … bad egg.

"Am I the only one glad Sirius and Remus aren't here?" One of the twins asks the other and the other answers: "With how angry I already feel at her words? Not at all." And just by looking around can I tell that this Lily Potter is very loved by everyone who ever knew her. Smiling at this brilliant fact, I turn back to the book and read on.

They turn … of us."

This causes for Beast to start growling once again and I quickly seat myself in his lap, knowing I can control my own anger better thanks to my Pure Heart. Focusing on the power within, I try to let it come out in the hope of calming my friend down and when his growls have ceased to silence, do I smile at him and read on.

Harry was … his ears as his fear suddenly got replaced by a furious anger he could only explain by his patience having snapped.
Grasp your … he thought, trying to replace the anger he felt over Aunt Marge with the happiness he always felt when on a broom. But he … Vernon's drills.
"This Potter … his parents. Harry felt tense as well, but for a completely different reason. Even in the magical world had no one dared telling him what his father did and he really didn't want to know what his uncle would make out of that.

"He didn't even know what Potter did?" A man with scars as scary as Beast first looked when I met him asks and I shake my head and say: "Not according to what I read here." To this the man growls and says: "Who in hells name doesn't remember the amazing things Potter did. He was a bloody brilliant writer, not to mention politician."
"He was?" Young Draco Malfoy asks and Moody asks: "Where do you think the information from most of your school books comes from? Potter always went on worldly travels during his youth and wrote that down in a journal, dividing that information in several tomes after graduating and selling them to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade."
Everyone looks shocked and the tanned man sitting next to him says: "And most of the safety rules and self-protection laws that concern various dangerous jobs? All Potter's work. Whenever he wasn't writing or taking care of his wife and son, people were easily able to find him sitting in the Wizengamot, creating and passing new laws."

He then looks shocked and says: "Of course." Making everyone look at him and he goes on: "Of course! That's why Dumbles wanted him gone. James wanted to transfer to protection laws for werewolves and Veela when Dumbledore convinced him to go down under. Of course he did, most of those laws would have been brilliant."
"They would?" Many of the elder teenagers – mostly those with blue trims – ask and the man says: "One of them, concerning Veela, was for a way to allow them on Hogwarts and would have allowed for the Ministry to build a separate tower there for the Creatures in Heat. Half that tower would be for Veelas and the other half for Werewolves."
Everyone looks shocked and a man that quite resembles the pale blonde boy says: "I might still not be fully fond of Magical Creatures, even with what we discovered during last Christmas chapter, but to know that there could be a tower especially for Magical Creatures in Heat does make me feel a whole lot better about them."

Everyone nods and then the scarred man asks: "How exactly do you know all this, Kingsley?" And the tanned man answers: "I was born in Borneo and moved to England shortly before my 11th birthday. Met James when I was in my final year and became his guide on many of his journeys. We became friends and he showed me his plans."
He then shakes his head and says: "It really saddens me that I never contacted Harry, but after James' death did I decide to fulfill one of his dreams myself and I went to all the countries James had missed seeing, but that were on his list of visiting with his family. I then went to work for the Ministry and the rest you know, Alastor."
The man named Alastor nods and asks: "And I take it that you wrote in the same journal James Potter wrote in?" But Kingsley shakes his head and says: "I made one of my own and named it James' dreams journal. It's known and sold worldwide in 45 different languages. I donated the Vault to Harry as a gift for his 5th birthday."
This makes the people around Kingsley smile and the woman with the amazingly pink-colored hair lies a hand on his shoulders as she says: "I'm sure Harry will love hearing about those tales, Kingsley. And I'm sure he has that book too." The man nods, a small smile appearing on his face as he nods and I happily read on.

"He – didn't … scrounger who –"

"That's it, I'm killing that bitch." Kingsley then says with such a cold voice it actually shocks me and then a cloud of black smoke erupts next to him and a man with blue flaming hair appears and asks: "I'm sorry, did someone here mention killing someone or do I have a chunk of brain stone stuck in my ear again?"
The bald man growls and says: "James was a brilliant man, who worked as a fantastic writer and –." But then the blue haired man waves his hand says: "Save your voice, I already checked that whole family's history. Quite amazing, really, especially the last two deaths. Sorry, that's just my thing." He says with a smirk at the end.
I shudder and Kingsley says: "Then I'm sure you're as furious as I am when you hear what this woman named Marge Dursley has to say about James." The two then turn to me, Kingsley trying to reign in his fury and not scare me with it and the other blue-haired man looking quite indifferent as I read the paragraph again.

"He – didn't … scrounger who –"

This shocks the blue-haired man and Kingsley goes on: "On top of that is she the one who encouraged Dursley senior to put a sex toy in an eight year old and did she rape the same boy, then thirteen, with a cane for ten full minutes. We just read about it. And guess what, the thirteen year old, is Harry." Kingsley spats at the end.
The blue haired man looks at him shocked and then he says: "Oh yeah, she's a goner. I'll go talk to the Fates now. I'll keep in touch." And he disappears in the same cloud of smoke as before as Kingsley shouts: "Make sure I can have my go at her!" Before the smoke has fully dissolved. He then sits back down and I read on.

"He was … very white, making Harry wonder if the man might want for Harry to get his form signed or if it was just that Harry's anger was visible to the man. He emptied … at Harry, making it clear to Harry that it was the latter that mattered to the man. "Go to … on Harry's who was now trying to glare the woman under the table. "Go on … his feet.

This in itself makes everyone who had stood up, their mouths open – probably to say the same thing – sit back down with pride and Kingsley says: "I am so going to tell Harry all about his father's journeys when he gets back here." And everyone smiles at the man, who has fury in his eyes and an excited smile on his face as I read on.

"They died … ungrateful little -"

Again everyone wants to jump up, the red-trimmed students the quickest to do so, but then I read ahead and ask: "Is this what you meant with a Swelling charm?" And instantly do the twins sit down, their hands on their knees and their bodies bend forward in excitement. This spurs the others on to sit down as well and I read on.

But Aunt … didn't stop.

"Yep! This is great! I am loving this!" The twins chorus excitedly and then the monocle woman looks at bowler hat man and says: "Better clean this off Potter's record as well, Cornelius. This was obviously self-defense and the woman was almost Wizard-baiting poor Harry." The man named Cornelius nods and I read on.

Her great … popping noises. Harry was still angry, but suddenly felt the calming ways of Hogwarts' magic wave over him and he whispers: "Attack my fateful pet." Before all his anger dissipated. Ripper came … barking madly and to Harry's shock did he sense a connection – like a leash – between himself and the mad dog he hated for so long.

Everyone now looks bewildered and one of the twins says: "And this is why we don't get on Harry's bad side." And the other nods his head in agreement. I personally can't believe that a young boy is willing to use his enemy against another enemy in revenge and silently agree with the twin boys before reading on.

"NOOOOOOO!" Uncle … floor himself. Harry was presented with a vision of the man's back and backside and hissed, "Bite him."
Next second … leg. Harry, feeling the connection between his magic, Hogwarts and Ripper snap, tore from … front door.
He sprinted … of books, the ingredients for the Pain Relief Potion and birthday presents. He wriggled out, seized Hedwig's empty cage from underneath the dirty laundry and dashed … bloody tatters.
"COME BACK … RIGHT!" But with the waves of Hogwarts no longer calming him down, a reckless … Uncle Vernon, ready to let the man feel the same pain he had felt the night before.
"She deserved … very fast, the pain in his ass spurring him on. "She deserved … his arm.

"And that's where the chapter ends." I say, lying the book down in shock and Kingsley says: "I'll go fetch the others." I nod and the man happily returns minutes later, saying: "No really, I was your dad's guide in India, Southern Arabia and even Egypt. We saw the Valley of the Kings together and even visited the Taj Mahal."
Harry looks at him amazed and asks: "And did my dad really write in a journal that was later used to fill our text books with?" Kingsley nods and says: "I'll let you see one of his journals, he left it to me before he died, and you can compare the information inside it with that of your textbooks, alright?" Harry nods and happily walks along with the man.
I then take a deep breath and ask: "Harry, are all chapters about those Dursleys this bad?" Harry winces and shakes his head as he says: "Usually they're less because Marge isn't in them, but – well – next year I would prefer another Dreamless Sleep Potion, if you don't mind." But instead of minding, does this reignite everyone's worries.


Hey everyone,
So I'm a bit of a hypocrite. I managed to make the event itself a little more kid friendly and then boldly went out and stated the core of the event when Kingsley spoke with Hades. Also yes, Hades and a few other characters from other worlds will be making random appearances if they have the ability to do so.
Now, why did I do this when I said I would try to make all this a little more R rated instead of M? Because I've seen stories do worse, because Hades actually grew to respect Harry over the last book and because Kingsley only gave a description of the event, he didn't actually describe the event in itself or know any details.
To me, enticing Hades' rage is one thing. Actually describing the event and writing something down that, in the story, shouldn't be read or heard about by anyone 13 or younger is a whole other to me. And while I don't like it, I'll probably make another mention or two of it in two of the many chapters that are still to come.
Wish me luck,

Venquine1990