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"Mr Felix" came a silky voice.
And Harry heartbeat, started beating a hundred time's per hour when he stopped in his tracks, but he made sure to show none of that on the surface of his face he turned around.
The reason for this, was, he was coming back from the Kitchen when he should have been in the dinning hall and was making his way to his room.
Had he been caught?
He turned around, to see it was none other than Professor Unni Foss, unlike the other women teacher's, she seemed a lot more relaxed and less stricked, she had blonde hair done up in a bun and grey eyes, she taught Charms and wasn't really good at it.
Just looking at her, you could tell why she got the job even though she wasn't that good at it.
Harry got the feeling that if she wasn't on duty, as a teacher right now, she would be out there strutting her stuff, he heard several older guy's talking about this teacher, about how easy she was and how many time they had done it with her.
And when you been expose to so much television...you pretty much know what that meant in a second.
He chose not to think about it, when she seemed to have taken a special interest in him, as her uniform was clearly too tight, and really made her body pop.
"Yes, Professor Foss?" He said.
"Where are you going, Mr Felix?" She said, her voice was silky and he inwardly cringed. "The headmaster's office, is the other way"
"The headmaster's office?" He said, looking anywhere but right at her. "Why would I need to go there."
She than let out laugh, flashing a smile and he cringed even more, was she after his little Harold? He thought, as she said. "That's so funny. We talked about you going to the headmaster's office after breakfast, remember?"
And at the mention of Breakfast, Harry eyes widened, finally piercing it all together.
So basically she had told his fake double at the breakfast table, to come to the headmaster's office.
"Oh, I remember now" He said, going the other way, hoping she wouldn't follow. "I almost forgot completely"
But sadly, she wasn't going to leave him alone any time soon and said. "You don't know where it is right? Allow me to take you, the headmaster's office"
And seeing that he didn't, actually know where it was and would mostly get lost, he reluctantly agreed while making sure the gap between them, was never breached.
Ch 19: In trouble? Take a book out of Albus Dumbledore page.
Headmaster Ignor Karkaroff, found himself musing in his office, the room was smaller than the one at Hogwarts, instead of strange trinkets lining along the wall's, he had the shelves with books, any moving portrait that was in the room, had long since been moved to the basement with a strong silencing charm placed on them, as soon as he became headmaster.
He never liked the idea of being watched and judged even if it was a painting doing it.
In this room he was supposed to be the undisputed power in, not another lacky, how Albus Dumbledore could function with so many portraits watching over him, he would never know.
He heard a knock at the door, that didn't look like almost burnt waffle like the one in Hogwarts and said. "Come in"
The door slowly opened and out came Professor Foss, the top part of her blouse had 'mysteriously' come undone.
As soon as he noticed her, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her exposed skin when she said. "Harold Felix, is here, Headmaster"
The boy came in and Ignor could swear blind, that for a moment, the boy had a look in his eyes, that look at him like he was seeing human trash, having caught him, not so stealthy staring at her chest.
But he must have imagined it.
"*cough*, Thank you, Professor Foss, you may leave." He said, the women gave him one of those smiles that turned him weak, before she strutting out of them room, he watched her hips sway from side to side before he remember somebody else, was in the room.
And that same boy was currently staring at him, making him cough.
"Now, Harold, please sit down" He said, taking a book out of Albus Dumbledore page's because no matter how much he despised the man, he needed to appear harmless and friendly to an eleven year old boy.
Unknown to him, he had lost that advantage day's ago.
Harry, was immediantely on high alert when he said. "Sir, if you don't mind but I would like to stand" sitting meant that it would be very hard for him to defend himself, it was better to standing up and ready to dodge anything, at a moment's notice.
If Ignor was surprised, he didn't show it and said. "Very well, than. But you are always welcome to sit down if you change your mind" as Harry went to stand behind the comfortable looking chair in front of him.
"Do, you want a Sirupsnipper, Harold?" Ignor said, lifting up a plate near him, to reveal several cookie's shaped like large diamond with a almond on top. "They, just came out, fresh from the Kitchen and are quiet delicious."
The moment the Kitchen was mentioned, Harry tense inwardly, it only got worse when he felt his Pendant heat up, a bit, feeling potioned or smelled something nearby.
It shouldn't be able to work at such a distance.
It just want to show him, just how much, those seemly innocent looking cookie's were soaked with something he had yet to identify.
"No, thank you, sir." Harry said, politely declined. "I just had a big breakfast and I am quiet full. I don't think I can eat, one more thing." coming up with an excuse.
And Ignor know he couldn't force him to eat the cookie, they both know it, his father was as sharp as a tick, he was to say, his father wouldn't immediately check him for any lingering potion in his system, the moment he was back in England?
So Ignor, hid his annoyance well and said. "That's too bad." Putting them back on the desk before finally getting down to business and asking.
"Harold, are you settling in, well? Are the class going too fast for you or are too hard? Would, you like some help?"
He sounded like a concerned adult, when in reality Ignor was wondering why he hadn't fallen in line with the other students and had become quiet vocal in class.
With all that potion that should be running through his system, every day, he should be god right now to Harry.
In fact, there were several students Harry, had been seen with and were beginning to show sign's of misbehavior in class.
"Thank you for your concern, sir. But I am settling in quiet a well" Harry said, wanting to leave.
"Harold" Ignor gave him a stern look that reminded him too much of Albus Dumbledore for his liking. "So far this week, you have been receiving detention's from every class you have been in. What would your father think, if I write to him, telling him about your detention's"
He would be proud. Harry thought, he could just see his father's proud smile when he explained to him why he had gotten these detention's through the pendant. The man would encourage him to ask more question's, while writing down what the teacher deemed 'justifiable' to earn a detention, on in a notebook with a pen, for evidence.
But Harry, didn't show any of his thoughts on the surface instead, he showed the reaction the Headmaster wanted to see.
He looked down, at his shoes in a shy manner.
"Harold, it doesn't have to be this way" Ignor said, not knowing he was being played like a fool by a boy who was far from being a man. "Just attend class and leave the teaching, to the teacher's"
So in other words, the Headmaster wanted him to shut up and allow himself to be taught Dark Arts, that would one day tint his soul?
Right...that's never going to happen, he liked his soul pure.
He had already dealt with a soul leaching parasite before, he was not about to invite another one in, and ask it to make itself comfortable.
"Yes, sir" Harry said, still looking at shoes.
"Good, now we understand each other." Ignor said, smiling. "You may now, go"
"Thank you, sir" Harry said, turning around and making sure not to seem so eager to leave, he closed the door behind him, before walking ridiculously fast but slow enough, that it didn't count as running to the Twin's room, to warn his friends, having a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
An Hour later, his warning would be god sent, when the rest, were called into the Headmaster's office on their recent behavior.
#Hogwarts, after the first week of the new school year#
Albus Dumbledore, had called in a meeting with his Hogwarts staff member's, and was currently, waiting for them all to arrive.
But it wasn't until ten minutes since the announcement, did somebody finally walk into his office.
One by one, they all started to show up, their displeasure could be seen on their faces, since he had summoned them, in the middle of the night, at a time when all of them should be catching up on a good night's rest.
And what excuse did he have, for waking them all up in the middle of the night, just for a staff meeting?
He wanted to inquire about the new first year's potential and more importantly, Jamus Potter potential.
Severus Snape, had been in his office, no less than nine times this week, just to complain about Jamus Potter and how disruptive he was in his class, and each time, he would send the man back with a promise, that he would sort everything out, which he never did.
He was sure, the boy was just having a rough time adjusting to here, and would soon be able to settle down and be the perfect student, they all wished for him to be.
Any threats that Severus, made to him about, failing his golden boy, in potions because of his lack of work and cooperation, was brushed under the rug.
The man may talk big but he wouldn't dare do anything with him around and he was sure, Severus was the only one to complain.
The other teacher's would surely be singing praise's about Jamus Potter, after a week of him, being here, after all he was the Boy-Who-Lived.
He would than have it 'leaked' to the Daily Prophet, about the Boy-Who-Lived success at Hogwarts, that's why when they all came in, he was bracing himself for the showers of praise that would surely come.
But when all his teacher's sat down...all except for Lily Potter, who had left for the evening on some errand, he couldn't stop the feeling that he was about to step on a very nasty landmine.
"Albus, do you know what time it is?" Poppy Pomfrey said, with bags under her eyes, as the school's only nurse, she needed her sleep the most out of all of them, because she couldn't afford not to be laxed when she was surrounded by so many students with wands, at their disposal.
"It will only take 30 minutes, at best" Albus said, with twinkly eye's, hiding his frown.
Quirinus Quirrell would have joined them but by the time, he had managed to get the man released from Goblin custody, it was already too late.
Quirrell had been found dead by 'poison', and Voldemort had mysteriously vanished from the back of his head.
His only hope was that, Voldemort would quickly find a new host and then try again, in trying to go after the stone, so that he could still test, Jamus Potter.
In the meantime, he needed to find a new defense teacher.
None of his plans, he had made for this year were going as planned.
Harry was supposed to be amongst the first year's, so he could test him and have the boy unknowly show him how powerful he was, and if deemed a threat, he would bound his magic.
He was supposed to gain Harry trust and have the boy reveal everything to him, and he meant everything, the more information he had on his much hated boss, the better he could use it against the man to manipulate him as much he wanted.
Before convincing the boy it wasn't safe behind, the Felix wards and send him off to the Dursley, Lily Evans' Sister family.
The Dursley had been very reluctant to accept him, but he had managed to convince them in his own way.
He know what kind of people they were and hoped the boy would die by their hands so there was one less Horcrux in the world.
And Voldemort was supposed to go after the stone, playing the role of the final boss in his 'little' test.
What a big mess this year, had turned out to be for him.
You could just hear the loud groan in the room, even Cuthbert Binns, who didn't need to sleep, since he was dead was groaning.
"So, what do you all think of Jamus Potter? Now, that you all have had him in your class, more than once this week?" Albus said, before smiling. "I trust, it's all been good things"
Let the praises begin.
That's why he was so shocked at the sudden groan coming from Argus Filch, the very first person who complained and said.
"Don't talk to me about that boy, Headmaster. I've never been so disrespected in all my years, here" Filch sneered, he hated them all but jamus Potter, had quickly found a special place in his heart for a new kind of hatred to bloom. "The moment that brat, found out, I was a Squib. The look in his eyes, just made me want to hit him with my broom. He made me feel like I was a common muggle who couldn't tell my number's apart, and then proceed to play a prank on, Mrs Norris tail." he spat out, he was still trying to get her tail back to the way, it used, but to no success.
"Surely, Filch. It was just a misunderstanding, after all, boy's will be boy's. So he, decided to play a harmless prank." Albus said, not that shocked to hear Filch complain.
The man complained about everything.
"There is nothing harmless, about what that brat, did!" The man shouted, red face. "You should see Mrs Norris tail! She can't even go on her nightly stroll without injuring herself, because her balance is so off that she keeps falling over! That boy is menace!"
"For once, I agree with Filch" Rolanda Hooch said, shocking the whole room, that somebody was actually agreeing with the groundskeeper. The illusion of the boy who lived, had quickly been pulled from her eyes within minutes of being in company with the boy. "Don't get me wrong, the boy is a natural on the broom, just like his father and would be brilliant in a match... but he's such a poor team player. The poorest I have ever seen in my career working here. He would either ignore my instructions and do his own thing or he's off, telling off one of the other first year's, for their 'poor performance' even though I got them to play a mini game that was designed, just for fun! I've never met such a child, that get's on my nerves like he does."
They couldn't afford, to be hero worshipper's here, they had to be teacher's.
The women face was a bit red, when she began to remember the moment, when she stopped seeing the Boy-Who-Lived, image, and began to treat Jamus Potter like a normal student like the headmaster instructed.
Boy, was that a rude awakening.
The fact that two people were complainning about his 'Golden Boy' did not completely wash over Albus Dumbledore head.
"...Surely, Minerva. Has something good to say, about the boy" Albus said, turning to his long time friend, this was not how he expected this meeting to go.
Sure, the boy had his 'bumps', but nobody was completely smooth around the edges.
But instead of smiling, the Transfiguration professor frowned and said. "Well, Jamus Potter is powerful, there is no doubt about that. He managed to transfigured his animal into a water goblet, on his first try"
Making Albus smile, he might have taught the boy, to transfigure, before the boy was allowed to hold a proper wand, but than he frowned, when he realized it had taken the boy, two whole year's before he could perform something so simple, successfully.
"However, the moment I asked him, if he would like to help those who were struggling in class, things went down hill" Minerva said, sighing remembering that moment well. "Jamus Potter, has no patients to try and help the other children. He had such a short temper, that he ended up yelling at another first year because they couldn't seem to do it under his guidance. I had to send him out of the classroom, the poor dear burst into tear's the moment he left."
Getting mutters from the other professor, who had experienced the wonders, that came with Jamus Potter.
"If you think, that's bad" Severus Snape said, "You should see the boy in my lesson. His father has no doubt poisoned his mind. The boy doesn't seemed to realise that I am a professor and keep's calling me by the name, his bully of a father and friends, delighted in calling me whether I'm in the room or not." At this part several people rolled their eyes, which only seemed to anger him further. He wonder of the word 'bullying' existed in their dictionary. "The boy thinks potion's, is no more than a joke and doesn't even bother to do any homework, that I assigned for him! He doesn't seem to realise, you need Potion's, if you want to have a high profiled job! And when the Wizard World finally see's the boy for the brat he is, I won't lift a finger to help the brat redo his potion's when he should have done it year's ago. How Lily Potter, can raise her head high when walking down the street, raising such a brat, is beyond me"
Getting gasps of shock, in the room, they all know, he and Lily were no long so close, as they once were, but the venom in his voice was on a whole new level.
Before Snape turned to man who had forced him to be here and said.
"Albus, I will tolerate the boy for now. I will even leave him alone, but there will be a day, when he get's those finally test results, that will decide his future. I would like you to be the one to explain to him, why his Potion grade is nowhere to be seen. Goodnight, Headmaster."
Shocking the whole room, as he walked out, ignoring the calls for him to come back.
He would forever despise, the very halls he passed, till the day he died.
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Like the ending? It just kind of came to me. Next chapter, Harry and his friend's got to Oystein Alley for the weekend, where they shop and try to send some evidence to his father the muggle way. Please, Review! Fav and Follow!
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