The Shadow of the Wizarding World

by jamnaz79

At the end of 2nd year Dobby was not fast enough to stop Lucius Malfoy from unleashing the Killing Curse at Harry. The result is the soul of the Dark Lord within the boy has been destroyed releasing bits and pieces of the knowledge and power of the Dark Lord to the boy. Harry's life from 2nd year onwards and how he will cope. Grey Harry, No Slash, Multi pairings, Weasley bashing

15. A Happy House Elf

The Shadow of the Wizarding World

By: Jamnaz79

Beta: NedryOS

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Note: I do not own Harry Potter for the book, movies, etc etc etc. Nor do I claim to.

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Author note: My Beta hasn't been around so this chapter has been delayed. I am sorry for the wait. I figured it was better to release this chapter non-beta'd then to keep folks waiting. Chapter 16 is pretty much done too btw so that will be up next. I will try to clean this up to make it more presentable.

Author Note 2: We broke 1000 favorites and follows. I just wanted to say thank you for that. I am still amazed anyone wants to read my story (I know my writing is horrid). But, I am glad you all are enjoying it so far.

Harry looked over to the grandfather clock in the corner then smiled sadly seeing it was two in the morning. He picked up the book that he had pulled from the shelves, "I need to rest Padfoot. Tomorrow I must return to school and deal with Snape's potions."

The boy was stopped as he reached the door as he heard his godfather speak up, "Pup, on Christmas we will do the ritual to make you my son."

Slowly he turned his emerald eyes towards Sirius with a mischievous grin, "Then it will be the best Christmas gift that I have ever received father. Good night padfoot and enjoy your mediwitches. I picked them out for you."

Harry stood in the corridor, dead to rights in trouble, because floating before him was an angry poltergeist. There was little chance of escape. The corridor was a long straight passage with no doors around to dash to safety. Of course he had to be in the middle of the corridor when the poltergeist appeared. Peeves floated on thin air, one hand holding paint pellets in various colors and the other filled with dung-bombs. The boy knew that he had to be down in the dungeons for potions class in fifteen minutes. Being late to the potions class one second meant detention and deducted points. Harry did not have one minute to spare for running to his dorm to change his robe. He was in trouble in either way; Snape would give him a detention slip for showing up to his class in a disrespectful appearance, not to mention the embarrassment of smelling like dung through the whole class.

So there they were in a stare down, Harry had his wand drawn even though there was little he could do to harm the poltergeist with it. Luckily Peeves didn't seem to realize that since he just stared back at the boy. He did make a mental note to look into spells that can cause pain to spirits for future situations. On the other side of the stare down was Peeves ready to throw the dung-bombs of death at the boy. The creepy undead voice of the angry spirit filled the air, "Potty Potter is caught, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when Peeves comes for you."

"Potter going to smell like Potty for class," The cackle of the spirit echoed down the hallway as it seemed to be enjoying itself. Harry knew the time was ready for action when Peeves raised his arm to throw the dung bomb. A cringe came over the boy's shoulders as he took a deep breath at least not to inhale the toxic smelling chemicals. It was a surprise when they never came. Instead the boy felt a cold shiver shoot up his spine as a ghostly hand, that sucked the warmth from his very bones, touched his shoulder.

Harry turned towards the touch as out of the corner of his eye he saw Peeves fleeing swiftly from the hallway. The spirit fled leaving its prey which meant only one creature could be touching his shoulder. There was only one individual in the whole castle that could cause the poltergeist to flee. The boy swallowed as he looked up with emerald eyes going wide as they met the deep dark black eyes of the ghost of House Slytherin.

The ghost floated there before Harry giving him his first true chance to study its features. The Bloody Baron had a gaunt face with deep dark black eyes settled around a strong nose with a sharp chin. The ghost was filled out with what appeared to have been some muscle on its body at the time of the Baron's death. The appearance of a few wrinkles on the cheeks and forehead showed the man to have been close to or surpassing middle age at the time of his demise. It wore a robe of green and silver covered in blood. That same blood was splattered into the hair of the ghost. Those locks of hair not covered by blood were a mess of black, almost appearing to be windswept like his own often looked. The voice that resonated from the spirit could easily pull the attention of a room of nobility; it was a tone that was used to giving commands. The Baron definitely had the attention of at least one young man at the moment as he spoke, "Descendant, he will not harm you further. I will have a conversation with those that bribed him to assault you."

Before Harry could say anything the spirit disappeared into the floor of the castle. Harry stood there for a full two minutes going over the words of the Slytherin ghost in his thoughts then he shook his head and ran to get to class.

It was Friday before the first Hogsmeade visit of the year which of course found Harry and Hermione in the library. Harry glanced over at his best friend to see her pouring over different texts about numerous topics. The pile of books was so high he could barely see over them to the top of her head.

A small smile came over the boy's lips as he watched his friend before he turned back to his own research. Today he was not looking for answers to some forgotten potion or theory. He actually was far ahead in all of his classes except astronomy. According to Professors McGonagall and Flitwick he could actually take his Owls at the end of the year in Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense against the Dark Arts and do pretty well. But he wanted to perform exceptionally after all he needed to be top of the class for the honor of House Potter. His runes assignment has been going well overall except one minor setback that actually might be useful someday. He let out sigh thinking about the last Sunday.

It was Sunday and Harry had repeatedly mulled over the different theories and sets of runes required to make his project work. According to the theory that he and Hermione had worked out the object would first need to become enspelled to hold magical energy, this energy would then have an overlay rune that would allow the recording of sound and then finally a rune that would allow the playback of the sound. Hermione was currently working on the sound recording rune; but the problem was that you could not be certain if it was working unless you actually were able to perfect the playing rune first. Harry's portion of the project was to create an object that could be etched with runes and filled with magical energy enough to empower and keep the sound recorded.

So here he was now in an abandoned classroom on the third floor of Hogwarts. Nobody ever came up there, especially after the events two years ago so it was a perfect place to cause possible destruction. After all nothing in Harry Potter's life ever caused destruction. Harry had decided to use a normal clay brick to hold the energy first. Unfortunately as soon as he tried to apply the runes to it, it crumbled to dust seeming unable to hold the magical energies. After that failure he tried to use a glass ball, reminded of the old crystal balls of legend. Again this did not hold very well to the runes when it shattered into numerous pieces. The third choice that he tried was a piece of dark maple wood. Wands often could contain magical energies to be channeled through them so he figured that it might be able to as well. Unfortunately the rune scheme this time caused the wood to catch fire and burn down. It seemed no matter the object that Harry would use it could not contain the power.

Finally, Harry tried a different approach; the muggles used cd players and Walkman why couldn't he use metal? Normally metal couldn't channel magic very well for a medium which is why there were no metal wands. But in ancient times swords like the sword of Gryffindor could be produced to contain the magical energies. So Harry had gotten Dobby to acquire some pieces of steel about six inches by two inches each. They had been pounded together into a rectangular shape and now today he was finishing etching the Egyptian runes on five of them for his experiment.

Harry carefully finished up the runes overlays on the items then placed the first rectangle down into the middle of the chamber. He smiled as so far it had not failed to hold the complex chain that had been carved into it. Harry and Hermione were proud when they showed their project rune chain to Professor Babbling. She was so excited that she wanted to announce it to the class but they had forbidden her. Instead they took twenty points for Gryffindor and the accomplishment to know that it was worthy of fifth year work. The boy shook off the thoughts as he concentrated trying his hardest to focus on his own magical core. It was something that he had read about in the book he took from Sirius' house. So far he couldn't do that clear his mind nonsense, but he had learned a bit about meditation and when trying it he was able to feel his own magic. Now feeling and using it were different, still the boy was determined and when Harry Potter was determined one of two things happened. Either the boy was wildly successful and lucky, or else he would end up in Madam Pomfrey's clinic.

Today was Harry's lucky day as he was able to reach in and touch his magic and propel some of it into the runes charging them without the use of his wand. He could feel the energy inside of the rectangle and smiled. He quickly repeated the process charging all five of them swiftly before pocketing away four of them for future tries of Hermione's own runes.

The fifth steel rectangle the boy left in the middle of the chamber. The boy cast a silencing charm on the room before he quickly walked to the far side of the rune to test a theory that had come to him. It seemed with all of the other materials when he overcharged them they would fall apart in one way or the other. But, what would steel do? The boy used his wand to transfigure the floor to make a stone wall in front of him, he was crazy but not stupid. At least he was not stupid most of time. Then the boy raised his wand pointing at the rune and whispered the Latin word for empower, "Quaecunque."

A thin beam of magic shot yellow from his wand towards the hardened steel rectangle. It was only pure instinct and seeker reflexes that saved Harry Potter from being killed. The overcharge of the steel reacted and right away it exploded shooting shards of steel all over the chamber as shrapnel. The explosion shook the chamber and when Harry looked up he saw there was a two foot by two foot hole in the middle of the room. All around the chamber from floor to ceiling and covering the walls he found the place covered in pieces of steel.

Harry whispered to himself, "Fuck, I just invented the magical grenade."

Harry shook off the remembrance of that day he looked down at his history book that he was using for research. He had shown Hermione the amazing success he had with the four new steel containers but he didn't tell her about the magical grenade. He figured that might not be the best information to share with her, but someday it might be useful if he could perfect it. His eyes slowly traveled over the amazing ancient tome before him.

The book was a register of the students of Hogwarts past and present. It was actually an ancient tome that supposedly had been created by Helga Hufflepuff and given into care of the Head librarian by tradition. Madam Pince had glared at Harry when he had requested it and gave him a stern lecture on how to be careful with the magical book. Something that she had not done since he was a first year! The volume was so old that it was kept at the uptight Head Librarian's desk instead of on the shelves just for safe keeping. Today Harry had a mission of curiosity, a mission to find out who truly was the Bloody Baron.

The boy had started out asking the other ghosts. Unfortunately that got him nowhere with the Fat Friar and Nearly Headless Nick. It seemed Peeves would not come near him after the previous encounter and Myrtle knew nothing of the Baron except she was terrified and fled whenever he was mentioned. Strangely the Grey Lady, when tracked down and asked merely glared at the boy for a long time then cursed his family name. The Bloody Baron himself was not to be found; unfortunately it seemed that the ghost was hiding from him. Even using the Marauder's map the spirit seemed to disappear whenever Harry got close.

Harry did have one clue, it seemed that the Baron had once been a student in the halls of the keep and from the reaction of the Grey Lady she must have known the man too. So he merely needed to find out who the Grey Lady was. It was a strange encounter that gave him that answer. Harry sighed and knew that no matter what every encounter with Luna was a strange but uniquely interesting encounter.

Harry had found Luna on Wednesday night wandering the halls of Hogwarts without shoes and in a bathrobe for some reason. She was up on the seventh floor of the castle with bath supplies. The boy had been trying to track down the Baron at the time but the ghost had given him the slip when he almost ran into the girl.

"Hello Luna, how are you doing?" The boy asked brightly to the cute little blonde haired girl.

A bright dreamy smile was returned, "Hello Harry, I was up here looking for the bath. For some reason the baths in my dorm room will only work cold for me. I bet it was the nargles."

The boy immediately frowned at the thought, what the hell could cause the showers to go cold only for one person? Was there a jinx that could do that? He was sure that the twins wouldn't harm the strange girl, that wasn't their style so who would even want to jinx Luna. "Are you sure it was the Nargles Luna and not something else?"

"Oh yes Harry, the Nargles most likely are the cause. They have been acting strangely lately. My shoes even disappeared from them. But, I am sure they will turn up eventually. They always do." The silvery grey eyes sparkled as she spoke to him with a smile.

Harry bit his bottom lip with a frown at the thought then nodded his head slowly, "Are you sure you don't want my help? Perhaps Professor Flitwick would be able to help with the showers and make them work right for you?"

"No, I am sure I will find that bath around here again, I found it a few nights ago." The girl gave him an impish grin, "Why are you up here Harry?"

"Oh, I am trying to find out about the Grey Lady, who she was. I am researching into the Bloody Baron." He noticed as he spoke the slight cringe that came over the shoulders of the girl.

"I know who the Grey Lady is Harry but I need to ask if it is okay if I tell." The girl hugged her towel closer to herself then looked around down the hallway, "But I need to go find my bath, I am sure it is getting cold as we talk. I will see you soon."

Harry had watched the girl run off down the hallway to disappear. He looked around for a bit longer for the Baron but couldn't find him. Finally deciding to follow Luna to try to make certain she was okay he turned the corner of the hallway that she had gone to and she was gone. After a sigh the boy had left to go to back to his own room and start his extra studies on his new book.

It was this morning that Harry had been slipped a card on the way to class. When he noticed and pulled it from his pocket it simply read, The Grey Lady is Helena Ravenclaw. The boy was certain that it had been Luna that somehow slipped it into his pocket but he never saw her. Perhaps it was a nargle?

So here he was now with his current tome as he had tried to search multiple other books in the library. It was only after he found in Hogwarts a History; Hermione's favorite book that this Hogwarts registry existed that he had an idea to look it over.

His touch was careful with the aged pieces of parchment. Slowly he went through the book starting at the earliest of years for Hogwarts looking up famous students. Particularly he was trying to concentrate on the Potter family since he was called a descendant. Of course with all of the interbreeding in the Wizarding world being a descendant could mean any number of families. The book was labeled by House that the person was sorted to and time not by family name. It was strange when he realized that there were no Potters in Gryffindor House for many years. Actually the Potter family was almost always in Slytherin of all places. Perhaps the Sorting Hat had been right in wanting to put him into the snake pit.

Still it was confusing as he had often been told how the Potters were always part of Gryffindor. Hagrid and Dumbledore had both made a point to make it sound like it was his legacy to be part of the crimson and gold. Now he was conflicted as it seemed until the last hundred years his ancestors were almost always either in Slytherin or in Ravenclaw.

Harry did find the first of his ancestors to attend Hogwarts. Baron Robert Ignotus Potter, Slytherin House and apprentice to Salazar Slytherin. The Gryffindor boy was excited as he read the information it seemed that Robert Potter was First chair apprentice of Salazar Slytherin, the man had a masters in Transfiguration, Battle magic, parselmagic, and had even taught Runes and Wards at Hogwarts. The man had been a member of the Council of Wizards and born March of 998. It was written that Robert had died in June of 1052. There was no record for his children or how he died. But, it was a possible solution for the question, who was the Bloody Baron?

The boy was drawn from his thoughts as Hermione closed her book with a sigh. The emerald eyes of the boy sparkled with mischief as he spoke up, "I never thought I would see the day that Hermione Granger is tired of studying."

The girl looked up, and proclaimed in an almost haughty, lecturing tone, "I am not tired of studying. I am tired of trying to figure out what was the point of all those books you gave me."

The girl continued right away with a bit of frustration leaking into her voice, "I mean Harry I understand you wanted me to realize that muggleborns are not given a fair chance for success. I can see you wanted me to be ready for it and your mother's book was amazing for her ideas. She really was brilliant, but…"

Hermione paused a moment to breathe and Harry reached out and gave her hand a small squeeze. The boy's words were a soft whisper, "You do not understand what can be done to change things for you?"

Harry could see the frustration layered over his best friend. She was prideful that she was the smartest the best in their class. She was titled by teachers and told repeatedly that she was the most brilliant witch in Hogwarts for their generation and here was a problem that she couldn't fix alone. Harry gave her hands another squeeze, "I have an option for you if you want to choose it. My plan would give you a place and position among the elite. It would be a way for you to change someday the whole wizarding world. But, I do not know if you would want to do it."

The energetic Gryffindor girl looked up at Harry expectantly waiting for him to continue. The boy sighed and stood pulling her up from her seat, "Come, I won't talk of this here."

Harry carefully returned the ancient tome of Hogwarts rolls to Madam Pince then left with the bushy haired girl following him closely towards the second floor girls' toilets. He only stopped when he walked through the door pulling the girl. She at once pulled away after realizing where they were. She immediately snatched back her hand with a little bit of crimson spilling onto her cheeks for holding a boy's hand so long.

"Hello Harry." The too sweet voice of a ghost called from one of the stalls towards her visitors.

Inside the boy cringed but turned and smiled on the outside towards the ghost, "Hello Myrtle. You look lovely today, have you lost weight?"

Harry swore he could see the ghost appear to perk up as she ran her hands down her school uniform trying to smooth it out. Her smile took in Harry and Hermione before she narrowed her eyes at the girl, "This isn't your girlfriend is it Harry?"

A blink came to the raven haired boy then he smiled, "No Myrtle. I am not with her like that but she is my best friend you remember Hermione from last year."

A giggle came from the ghostly teenager as she looked at Hermione, "Oh I remember her. She was purrrrrfect when she turned into a pussycat."

The boy paused as he forced down a grin that was daring to spread over his lips wider than the Cheshire cat, "Have you seen the Bloody Baron around? I have been looking for him and I was expecting him to show up soon to find me."

"The Baron? Here?" A bit of fright leaked into the voice of the girl as her voice rose two octaves. She looked around quickly then dove into the toilet to hide.

Harry turned back towards an angry Hermione and gave the girl a wink before he spoke in a series of hissing noises. The first was a simple command to open the sink for the girl's bathroom, then he followed it up with a command for stairs. It seemed that Salazar was not fond of slides like Ron and Harry had done last year. Finally the boy hissed out the command for light and a series of torches lit up detailing a set of slippery, mold covered stairs leading down into the darkness. A series of green lights faintly lit up the stairwell. The boy turned towards Hermione and smiled, "Shall we?"

The girl started to follow her best friend down the stairs with careful steps over the slippery muck, "Harry what was that about the Baron?"

"Oh, that is nothing important Hermione. I just wanted to get moving and while Myrtle is nice and funny, I felt if we were to get somewhere safe to talk we would have to hurry up. I have another errand to run in the chamber that I promised a friend too." The boy continued down the steps till they came to a large chamber filled with skulls and broken bones of animals that had obviously been eaten in the past by the basilisk.

The young man graciously helped steady Hermione over the pile as they walked to an area that had experienced a giant cave in of stones. For a moment Harry frowned studying the pile of rocks that had blocked the exit. Before if he remembered correctly, Fawkes had zipped him and Ginny back to the world above through use of phoenix flames. Of course that was not an option now, still it would be a nice work out for his transfiguration to see how much he truly had learned.

He let out a sigh and pulled out his wand concentrating hard as he whispered under his breath the words of the transfiguration spell necessary. Slowly the rocks before him started to shift. First, two boulders changed to large sturdy walls slowly molding shape and form. Harry added a bit of extra flair and detail to the work as he changed them to look like Romanesque pillars. Then he turned his concentration to the giant boulder sitting on the newly made walls and changed that into a curved dome roof of stone to match newly created walls for a walkway. To add a bit of good luck to the detail he quickly carved HJP was here. The display might be a bit childish of Harry but still it was enjoyable work.

The boy started forward after finishing up with a few heavy breaths as it did take a lot out of him when he stopped after a shout, "Harry James Potter!"

He blinked and turned back towards his busy haired friend, "Yes? It is safe Hermione."

"I know it is safe but how did you do that? Those spells for such a large amount shouldn't be possible to be transfigured to this type of details at our grade level. Not to mention how much power it would take to transform this much stone, this should be impossible for you." The girl ranted for a few moments in a lecturing tone with an obvious frown on her face.

The boy couldn't help but laugh, if there was one thing he was certain it was Hermione would always he Hermione, "I just did it so it is not impossible and remember I studied a lot over summer with Tonks. Also Hermione you know those err detentions every night I have with either Professors McGonagall or Flitwick? They are actually lessons for training to improve my skills."

The boy snatched the girl's hand with a shrug and smile as he started to lead her towards the entrance of the actual chamber hoping to head off an argument he added, "This was fifth year work. I will help tutor you if you want. I owe you for the first two years anyways."

For a moment Harry thought that his best friend might react in jealousy and spurn him. But, perhaps he had misread her or perhaps she had grown with Ron's death. Instead of jealousy she gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek with a whisper, "Thank you Harry. I would like that."

The boy only responded with a crimson cheeked smile, he still wasn't too used to human contact despite the efforts of Hermione and Nymph. He quickly stopped before the doorway of the chamber and hissed out the command to open.

For Hermione it was the first time she had actually seen the chamber. The place was truly magnificently huge! There were giant hooded statues on the sides of a large marble walkway that led to a giant pool of water. Above the pool was a massive statue of the face of Salazar Slytherin himself. Of the basilisk there were no remains left as they had all been removed by the hard work of Dobby and his team of elves. Right now all of the parts were carefully placed away into the Potter vault under stasis spells for use or selling depending on what needed to happen.

Harry dragged Hermione forward with a smile on his lips, "Amazing history within this place. Just think there have only been a few people to set foot in here in over a thousand years Hermione. This was literately the protected lair of one of the most powerful wizards to ever walk the earth."

The girl seemed a bit shell-shocked at the size of the place as she didn't speak up. Instead Harry came to a stop leading her to just before the pool. Slowly the boy reached into his inner robe pocket and pulled out a pouch covered in runes. He first pulled out a pair of dragonhide gloves and slid them on, the same type often seen for use in Herbology. Next he reached into the pouch with his now covered hands and pulled out a locket. The boy moved fluidly as he placed down the locket. He looked at it a moment with a frown then called out, "Kreacher!"

There was a flash then an ancient looking house elf appeared before the boy and girl. The elf bowed before Harry with bright shining pride in his eyes, "Master Harry called for Kreacher. Kreacher Honored to come to master."

Harry gave the elf a warm smile then motioned towards Hermione, "Kreacher this is my friend Hermione. Please treat her as you would me. She is almost a part of the family and very important to me. She must always be protected, understood?"

The elf nodded quickly as it spoke up, "Kreacher understands Master."

"Harry James Potter, when did you get another elf?" The girl snapped at the boy. Harry turned his warm emerald gaze towards her as the elf seemed to tense up ready to snap at the girl.

"Hermione, Kreacher here is a House Black elf. He is the honored favorite of the family. Kreacher had requested to be able to watch me destroy this locket. It was the dying wish of his master so I agreed to the promise." The boy carefully reached into the pouch a third time and pulled out as basilisk fang. He smiled again towards the elf and girl before looking down at the locket. "This locket is filled with dark magic. Please stand back, I do not know what will happen, but I doubt it will be pretty."

Harry closed his eyes as he lifted the basilisk fang, he could feel the pull of the vicious locket wanting him to place it onto his neck even as it sat before him about to be destroyed. He could swear the thing knew its demise was coming as it seemed to mentally fight him trying desperately to compel him to put down the fang of the fabled snake. Yet, as harsh as the pull was for Harry it was nothing in comparison to the feeling the scar would give sometimes when growing up. If it had been anyone else, the locket would have been saved from demise, but Harry was resolute.

The boy slammed down the basilisk fang letting it pierce into the locket of Salazar Slytherin. At once a heavy black mist started to pour out of the locket. The black darkness tried to surround the boy but Harry leapt free and ran towards the house elf. Kreacher snapped his fingers and a magical barrier made purely of wind appeared to surround the two humans and elf. The mist rose high into the air taking the form of the face of Tom Riddle before dispersing into nothingness.

For five minutes the boy lay on the ground coughing and spitting trying to get the taste out of his mouth. That mist had tasted worse than any flavor of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean could contain! Finally, the boy shook his head to clear it and smiled at his companions, "Well that is done."

Hermione looked at her best friend in confusion after seeing what took place. A frown came over her lips as she tapped her foot, "I think you owe me an explanation Harry."

"I wanted to risk certain death at the start of the term instead of at the end of the term this year?" The boy tried with a cheesy grin. Seeing little reaction Harry let out a sigh.

"Very well, but first Kreacher." The boy turned his bright glowing green eyes onto the elf. He saw the elf staring at the locket longingly, "You did very well Kreacher. I am proud of you. You can keep the locket Kreacher; show it to your Mistress though so she knows that her son can rest in peace."

Harry was bowled over by the elf as the little monster plucked up the locket and charged the boy. It had wrapped its wrinkled arms around the boy and squeezed. He let out a grunt from the surprising grip before Kreacher disappeared to home.

The boy chuckled and smiled at the disappearing elf before looking back at his best friend. He decided perhaps it was better to just sit there than stand back up. He seemed to be getting knocked over a lot this day, so he patted the spot next to him. "There is a lot to explain Hermione. But, some of these things are not my secrets to tell. I am sure it would be no problem to include you in them but you would need to make a magical oath to never reveal what I am about to tell you."

He could see the deep doe-like eyes of Hermione widen in surprise at the request of the oath before she sat down next to him. She started to open her mouth to ask a question but he held up his hand to forestall her, "Perhaps before we talk of secrets and oaths I can answer your question from the library? Why I have given you all of those books and hinted at a way for you to change the way that muggleborns are treated?"

The smile of the boy disarmed her as Hermione nodded her head towards Harry. So the boy continued, "It is a very simple solution Hermione. If you want to have the power to change a society where muggleborns have no power then you just need to not be a muggleborn."

"So you will change things Harry? What about me?" the girl asked tentatively towards her friend.

He smiled back at her then shook his head slowly, "I will try to change things slowly step by step with the Foundation. But, I was hoping you would consider instead another option so you can join me in making changes to our new world."

The boy paused as his lips curled into his best smile while mischief danced into his eyes. Harry slowly shifted to one knee as he looked up into the deep dark brown eyes of his best friend and speaking softly, "Hermione Jane Granger will you consent to become Hermione Jane Potter?"

Chapter 15 Omake

Harry sat there at breakfast a few days after returning from officially meeting his godfather for the first time. He had just finished up his morning workout and shower he was now ready for a huge breakfast. Today was going to be a good day! It was Thursday and on Thursday he had double transfiguration today and double ancient runes. Of course they were his two favorite classes and the classes he could sit in and enjoy learning every moment. There was no teacher hounding him for answers about his life so far, no professor putting him to sleep, distracting him from arithmetic formulas with the sway of her backside, or breathing down his neck to take points or cause a potion to explode. Yes, Runes and Transfiguration were the two classes that Harry Potter always looked forward to.

Of course all good days for Harry Potter cannot be without a certain sentiment of bad. Today was no different as a familiar white owl carried in a letter with the morning post. This letter was all in red, he had seen one last year when Ron received it from her mother. But who would send him one? Surely it was someone else's beautiful pure white owl that had flown next to him and was eating his bacon. So what if the creature looked exactly like Hedwig and about to nibble on his fingertip for attention.

"Harry, are you going to open that?" Hermione frowned at the boy as she stared at the envelope.

The boy let out a sigh and slowly took the red container knowing it was better not to let it explode. Soon as he touched it a voice rang out over the table. A voice that he remembered very well, his godfather.

"How dare you pull that prank on me son! It is one thing to pull a prank on a normal man but on a marauder? I promise you revenge when you least expect it and from the least likely source. "

"On a completely different note Helga has been a wonderful massage therapist despite being the giant hulking German transvestite part."

"Be good and love you Pup."

"Oh and Tonks said something about needing a few more pairs of your boxers. It seems that one that you left her in room was destroyed. I don't know what she did with it."

Harry looked around the Great Hall, it was so silent you could hear a pin drop as the red envelope disintegrated. He quickly picked up his books and walked smoothly out of the room not looking in any direction as he rushed off for his day.

Author note 3: I hope the chapter wasn't too bad. I plan a few more till the end of the school year. It will be the summer where things will start to go differently. I am sorry again for the delay. Please review and tell me what you like so far!

6/22/14 edited by suggestions and assistance from David305. Thank you David305