Redirection by the Heart
Summary: When eleven-year-old Harry decides to stand up for the Slytherins Consequences he never thought of are reaped. Unfortunately, things don't always go as well as he hopes. One such thing being the stack of paperwork involved for anything.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, form or fashion.
Chapter 03: This is the Truth
Harry sits in his hideaway, silently thinking. Obviously the whole world knows about his abuse now. They won't stop sending him apology letters and letters of condolence. Harry knows that this has changed their outlook on him completely. The worst part, he knows, has yet to come. He hears someone pacing outside the door to his hideaway, a room on the first floor, before he hears Dumbledore's footsteps.
"What were you thinking, Dumbledore!?" He hears McGonagall say in the hall.
"I simply thought that Hogwarts is the best in security." Dumbledore answers her with a sincerity that is uncalled for.
"Now that is absurd, we don't have security! What will Flamel think when he finds out the philosopher's stone is stolen?!" Harry freezes instantly.
He has read about the philosopher's stone, mostly because he is interested in alchemy. That stone is nearly all powerful. It can make gold, it can heal dying people to perfection, and it makes the elixir. He knows this is bad and simply reaches inside his trunk and pulls out parchment, a quill and ink. He sighs as he begins writing his letter.
Sir Flamel,
My name is Harry Potter. I'm the one who has called the Goblins to deal with the troll that entered Hogwarts. I also have a keen ear and even as I write this Dumbledore is being yelled at by McGonagall for losing a philosopher's stone.
If you don't believe me ask Dumbledore, or even visit. I'd love to meet you before you die.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
Harry uses a simple pack spell on his belongings before heading toward the secret passageway in the corner of the room. Pressing his hand on the brick causes the doorway to open and he steps through. He silently walks through the tunnel, knowing that Dumbledore might decide to do something stupid. After several moments he comes out near the owlery and nearly startles when a phoenix appears next to him. He perches on Harry's shoulder before rubbing his head against Harry's own.
"Ouch!" He feels him nip his ear before he senses something change about himself. "What was that for?" He asks as he rubs the sore spot.
"I simply declared you as my Master while making myself your secondary familiar." A voice replies in his head. Harry looks at the phoenix, curious about familiars.
"Lucky." He calls before the elf in question appears next to him. She looks up at him, before gasping at the sight of the phoenix. "Lucky, I need informational books on both phoenixes and familiars." Lucky gives him a curt nod.
"Lucky will add the research to Master Harry's schedule." She tells him with eyes shining with approval. "Master is very lucky to have Phoenix as a secondary familiar. It shows how much potential Master Harry has for him to have such a beautiful, rare, and magical bird for a familiar." Lucky tells him quietly, with such a broad grin.
Harry smiles and pats Lucky's head lovingly. "I think I understand part of it. I'll have to do some more research later on to fully understand though." Lucky grins at him, nodding to him quietly before turning toward the owlery and paling. Harry turns toward the owlery and he faulters.
A snowy owl is laying on the ground, both wings broken as she has issues breathing. "Hedwig!" She looks at him and gives a weak hoot. Not noticing the figures in the owlery Harry rushes forward only to be defended by Lucky. As he reaches her she pecks his finger, causing a design of a snowy owl to appears on his wrist.
"I need to get to Madam Pomphrey!" He gently lifts his first familiar, hearing her screech in pain as he lifts ber before the phoenix grabs him and flames away. He arrives to find Madam Pomphrey checking on Draco's health again. "Help!" Harry sobs, knowing this is the worth thing that could have happened. She whirls, and Harry barely notices the Ravenclaw upper-year student.
"There's nothing I can do." Madam Pomphrey tells him with a glaze in her eyes.
"She's my familiar! I can't lose her, please!" Madam Pomphrey snaps out of the glaze and puffs up angry for some reason. She strides toward her purposefully as Malfoy trials behind her anxiously. He obviously knows what it means to have a familiar if the horrified look on his face is anything to go by.
"Let's see her then, to a bed." Harry obeys before watching Madam Pomphrey start tending to her. It takes a moment before professor Quirrell is in the room, dragging Hermione and Percy behind him in ropes.
"These two harmed your familiar, Potter." Quirrell snarls as he shoves them toward a nearby bed. They are forced to sit before the ropes vanish and titanium chains appear on their wrists, the lengths are somewhat short of reaching Harry but it is tying them to the bed they share.
"I didn't know!" Percy cowers behind Hermione who sneers at them.
"You…" Harry greets them, realizing why both of them have attacked his owl.
Percy wanted his brother to be seen as someone to be proud of and that can't happen now that Ron has had his wand snapped and has been expelled from Hogwarts. Percy, he has noticed, has done everything for his family, even when they don't realize that it is for them. He has hopes that the school will allow Ron back once Harry is gone.
Hermione just wants to become the teachers pet again and might have been put up to it by Dumbledore. She worships the very ground he walks on like he is the next living saint. It disgusts Harry that she lets an old fool manipulate and use her like that. Her parents would be murderous if they found out that she tried to kill someone or bring harm intentionally.
To his shock, after a few moments of staring at them with the calm before the storm in his eyes, he notices something. Percy is actually ashamed, which is obvious in his features and his tears as he stares at Hedwig. He obviously knows what it is like to loose a familiar that he has loved so very much. Harry's storm calms a little now that one of them realizes how disgusting their act has been.
Hermione, having less tact or knowledge, sneers at him viciously. "The classes would have taught about familiars if they were real. They are nothing to me or anyone else." She says without a care in the world. Quirrell snarls in rage, obviously he has a familiar himself, which surprises Harry. Obviously Quirrell is nearly out of control with how thin his control is.
Before anyone can react to her words, Percy throws his wand in the furthest corner and walks to just in front of Harry and kneels there. To Harry's shock Percy then places his forehead on the ground. "M-my honor has b-been broken. As a p-prefect I have b-broken my duty. I owe you so m-much for this pain. I o-offer my s-services and k-knowledge for the rest of my life as a s-slave." He whimpers before Malfoy's gaze narrows sharply at the news.
"At least you know your dignity." Quirrell says a little calmer at the appeasing offer from the teenage boy. Harry knows that Quirrell will try to convince him to accept it whole heartedly if he doesn't. If only he understands the implications of that vow.
"Who would want to be his slave, dumbass!" Hermione reprimands him and Harry feels the need to accept the offer and defend him from her wand. She is aiming at his rear and despite doubting that she will hurt a prefect he calls Lucky with his mind. She appears and puts a barrier up to protect her Master's servant.
They stare in shock as a cutting charm nearly destroys the barrier before Quirrell leaps to their defense, snarling as his eyes bleed red for a moment. Harry barely stops him from cursing the girl and he calms for some reason. "She should be punished, this is a high crime internationally." Quirrell sneers at her, causing her to turn pale.
Harry shivers, a high crime is usually punishable by death, and for Hermione to be potentially forced into prison for the rest of her life breaks his heart. "Hermione, you are henceforth banned from Hogwarts until you have a mental healers session. I won't be offering to pay for it since your parents are well off." Harry informs her before her wand is taken from her by Quirrell. He quickly snaps her wand in half causing Hermione to stare at her beloved wand in horror.
"If I remember correctly, your instructions to have the Centaurs aid the school has created a life-debt from Granger to you, Potter." Hermione freezes up, almost like she is barely breathing because of a curse. Harry recognizes the traits of a imposed life-debt from his lessons with Madam Luisa Talpin, the suggested tutor that was surprisingly hired by Lucius Malfoy. For some reason Lucius invoked Family Life-Debt Passage and took the life-debt owe by his son upon himself. Harry doubts that it would have counted as the start of payment otherwise.
Madam Pomphrey clicks her tongue in disappointment, giving the girl a stern glare briefly before returning her focus to Harry's familiar. "So it is true. Do you know what you have done? You realize that he can claim your life as a slave, right?" Hermione chokes loudly, as if venomously refusing to obey him.
"Okay, since you hate Slytherins, how about you be a slave to one until you have learned your lesson. I won't be judging if you have learned you lesson though. Your inner magic will be the judge and will enforce a slave's tattoo in black somewhere on you. When that tattoo disappears at the time of the lesson being understood and learned from, you will be free. Until then, you will not ever attempt to put any makeup on your body or try to go anywhere in disguise. Anything that Slytherin orders you will be completed in the exact way that they intend." Harry hums thoughtfully, wondering if there is anything else he should add.
"Any law breaking by any Slytherin individual or their certain allies is not to be reported to anyone in any way. That includes no reports in written languages, sign languages, spoken languages, and even mind arts. The secrecy of those events will continue to be secrets even after you are freed or you will be inducted as their permanent slave. Any lies spoken about any Slytherin, or any of their allies, will have your magic choke you briefly. If the lies nd tattling continue after three attempts to spread lies or tattle, you will not be able to communicate in any way unless it is to fulfill one of your actual needs. Those are basic versions of food, water, any kind of shelter, and clothes that cover private body parts. Understood?" Hermione nods to him curtly despite glaring hatefully before the tattoo appears on her cheek.
Harry yelps when something softly thumps against his foot. Looking down, he finds that Percy has pressed his forehead against the top of his shoes. "Please..." Harry kneels, wondering why Percy is crying so hard.
"Percy, what happened to your familiar?" Harry asks him softly. His whole body seizes up as he gives a soft keen of distress. "I can't rightly understand why you feel so much guilt if you refuse to tell me." Percy sobs, shaking his head fiercely.
"Would you like for me to try Legilimency?" Quirrell asks Harry, knowing that he is just as curious as he is.
"Please..." Percy whispers half heartedly, trying to clutch his fingers into something besides Harry's clothes.
"Yes, Professor." Harry answers him. Quirrell gently lifts Percy's head, allowing him to look into his eyes.
Quirrell murmurs something, after a few moments his magic surges with his rage. Madam Pomphrey quickly hands him a calming draught, expecting it to have been something horrible with the way Percy has been sobbing.
"Your own mother killed it..." Percy whimpers again at Quirrell's statement, hiccupping briefly before Quirrell places his wand to his head. "Think of the memory of your familiar's death again." He orders, giving him no chance to refuse. Percy stills, focusing on his memory for several moments before he gives a curt nod. Quirrell pulls out a wispy object, obviously a memory, and places it in a offered vial.
"Mister Potter, seeing as you own the school, I'd like to request permission to provide this evidence to Madam Bones, Head of the Auror Department." Harry's eyes narrows dangerously. From what words aren't spoken, Harry knows that Dumbledore usually refuses to report such abuse of familiars. He closes his eyes, trying to calm down.
"Potter, Please!" Percy begs with desperation. Harry kneels, wrapping his arms around Percy's prone form, gently holding him as Percy cries. The tears he can't help are wiped away by Madam Pomphrey.
Harry opens his eyes, focusing on Quirrell with sorrow in his eyes. "Any time a familiar is harmed, regardless if you have permission or are denied permission by the other staff, I command every one of you to report the attack. I don't care if the Deputy headmaster, the headmaster, or the board of governors tell you no, you will report all attacks on school property. I don't care if the culprit is a Gryffindor, a Slytherin, a Hufflepuff, a Ravenclaw, or a staff member, I want justice." Harry says, breathing deeply to calm his tears.
"Thank you." Percy tells him sincerely, despite being hesitant to ask for comfort, the teen's tears are too much to ignore. Harry uses his thumb to wipe them away, knowing that Percy doesn't believe he deserves anything like comfort.
To Harry's surprise, Dumbledore enters, flinging one of the doors wide open. "Detention, Potter." Harry looks up, feeling an attempted compulsion run over him.
"As this involves a legal matter, I will only attend any detention if Madam Bones approves of it." Quirrell storms past him, ignoring the stunned expression on Dumbledore's face with a small sneer aiming at the old fool.
Dumbledore turns his attention to Granger, eyes widening at the sight of the slave tattoo. "What have you done, Potter?" Dumbledore demands as he turns back toward him, giving him his most disappointed, grandfatherly look.
"Continue to interfere with laws governed by Magic itself and I'll show you what will happen." Harry tells him firmly, knowing that not even he can negotiate on any terms unless Magic agrees it is necessary.
"Potter, you will speak with me in the Headmaster's office." Dumbledore orders him, trying to remain calm despite the rage and fury in his eyes.
"I refuse to attend a meeting without all four heads of houses present for the entire duration." Dumbledore's vicious glare is all that Harry needs to know this man is trying to kill him.
"I invoke the laws of magic to judge the relations of Dumbledore and his followers and all their crimes against me and my family." Dumbledore raises his wand, trying to stop him only to be caged in a runic array, frozen down to the core of his being. "I invoke magic to judge Dumbledore and his allies for any theft from any students he has brought to his office in quiet secrecy, even if it has been years since. I invoke retribution as the source of magic deems necessary, not just for me, but for those who have been abused and neglected by his lack of duty toward Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If Magic thinks it is necessary to judge other people, including Dumbledore's enemies, then let it be done according to Magic's will."
Harry pauses, wondering if it is necessary to continue further. "I also request magic judge Percy, not just for his crimes, but for the good he has always aspired to be. I will only take him as a slave if Magic deems it necessary. I... I desperately ask that Magic judge myself as well. Judge me in every single aspect you can judge, if you are willing. Judge me in both my actions and inactions. Judge my knowledge and willingness to learn. Judge my abuse and how I reacted to it. Judge my thoughts and words. Judge me entirely, and do as you wish."
Harry tears up, feeling magic reach deep into his core, for answers. After a moment he is surprised when he feels someone else is attached to him. The magic sings for him, showing him that it is a soulmate bond, shabbily sealed for a long time. Harry tears up, realizing there are two people attached to him, twins most likely. The feeling of mischief flooding him has him relaxing, as he knows who they are.
"You are ours." They think at him together, joy filling all three of them deeply.
"I am both of yours." Harry responds before feeling a lot of pain.
"Gender has been intentionally reversed, gender is returning to female state of being." Magic tells her in a gentle tone. Harry relaxes, though she is shocked that Dumbledore was able to force her to become male. She feels like she is being set free. Harry passes out.