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Chapter IV
After just a few weeks, September 1st was just a day away. Harry had secretly been practicing controlling his magic, and was now adapt at gauging his power level. He, Hermione, Ron and Ginny had spent a lot of time together, and they had taken to doing some exercise under Harry. It was mainly just running, but it still wasn't easy. Packing the night before, Ginny had discovered the diary while packing, which Harry had forgotten all about. He had asked all of the others to leave, but they had insisted to stay when he destroyed it.
So it came to be that Harry was in the presence of Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Arthur Weasley, and his friends, holding an innocent looking diary. "Everyone, a horcrux contains a fragment of a soul. There are few curses that can remove a soul from an object. I will need to use one of these spells. Please do not panic."
Albus nodded, as he knew what was about to happen. The other looked confused. Harry spoke up "Please move away from the diary." he said, setting it on the floor.
They all stood back, and Harry took careful aim at the diary. "Avada Kedavra." he whispered. The flash of green light struck the diary and was absorbed. Albus nodded, while Sirius and Remus looked sickened at the sight of the curse. Arthur looked sad, and Harry assumed he was guilt tripping himself again. Ron spoke up "That's it?" Harry smiled at his ignorance, and went over to the diary. Tapping it with his wand, he thought ostendo mihi vestri animus. The diary did not respond, and Harry knew it was no longer a Horcrux.
"Yeah, Ron, that's it…" he said. Remus spoke up "Harry… how many times have you used that curse?" Harry flinched at the question, but answered truthfully. "More times than I can count, it is a non-gruesome way of killing. As well, I know how to counter it."
"There is a counter?" rasped Sirius. "Yeah," Harry said "But you have to exert more magical energy then the other person, which means Albus is the only other one countering Voldemorts. But you can all learn it, I guess."
"What is the big deal about the curse?" asked Ron. Hermione spoke up. "It is how Voldemort kills people, including Harry's parents." Again, Harry flinched. Again, he spoke "It is an Unforgivable curse, generally thought to be unblockable, which for a weak wizard, it is. It removes a soul from an object, including separating a person's body from their soul… killing them instantly."
"Oh." said Ron. "Look people, this is why I wanted it to be just me and Dumbledore, ok? Just because I can use that curse doesn't make me a bad person!" he said, his voice raising as he spoke aloud his own fears. "We know, Harry" said Ginny. "We know you used it before, and we know you are still the same Harry, ok?" A thought suddenly struck Harry. "Professor, can the Ministry detect an Unforgivable?" Albus looked troubled, but Mr. Weasley spoke up "No, but they will be able to detect that a good deal of powerful magic just took place. However, the presence of the Headmaster can explain that away. I suggest you cast some first year spells in case they check your wand."
Harry nodded, and cast several different fist year spells in quick succession. After that, everyone went back into the house, and continued to get ready for school.
The next day, September 1st, marked the beginning of Ginny's first year at Hogwarts. It had been arranged for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny to join Remus, Alastor, Sirius, and Dumbledore in training sessions every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Other than that, they were all required to keep up with normal work for their year, and Harry would privately continue Occulmency training with the other children.
Harry didn't know exactly how this year would work out. He had destroyed the diary, and thus Ginny would probably not be possessed. This lack of foreknowledge disturbed him a bit, but not too much. He had his friends back.
Harry and Ron woke up later than the others, and thus did not get any breakfast. As they piled into the car, Harry's stomach growled. Mrs. Weasley turned around slightly, and said "That's what you get dear!" Harry was cross, and almost conjured food, but decided he had to get used to being normal again.
Harry was daydreaming, and thinking about the first time he had done this year. Remembering Dobby, he swore. Mrs. Weasley turned around again, and started into him. Harry interrupted. "Mrs. Weasley, Ron and I need to go through the barrier first, ok?" "with that kind of language--- what?" she said, breaking off her rant. He repeated his statement, and she agreed, although she did look puzzled.
When they got to King's Cross, they unloaded the trunks, and Harry and Ron wheeled their trolleys in front of the barrier. "Alright, you two first." said Mrs. Weasley. Harry and Ron ran at the barrier. Both of the hit wall, and went sprawling. The barrier was just like last time. The Muggles looked around, and Mrs. Weasley looked quite concerned. After explaining they had slipped, Harry huddled with the Weasley family. "Mr. Weasley, I need you to come up with a reason that you did magic." With that, he disillusioned himself, and thought Muffliato. He then leaned up against the barrier, and felt the magic in it. Dobby's magic had a distinctive feel, and Harry sensed it right away. He looked at his watch. They had ten minutes until the train left. More then enough time.
He pointed his wand at the barrier. Permissum nos per. The barrier attempted to repulse the magic. extrico. Harry broke the wards under the pressure of the two commands, and lifted Muffliato. He motioned for Ron and him to try again. Running at the barrier, he felt the sensation of passing through, and trundled out on to Platform 93/4, with time to spare.
The others followed through, and Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny found a compartment near the back. They sat down, and Ginny began asking all sorts of questions involving the school, and the spells she would have to learn.
The lady with the cart came by, and Harry spent the gold he had left on sweets and other assorted snacks. He resolved to send Sirius for some more gold. After eating several of the snacks, Harry decided to write the letter. He asked Hermione for quill, ink and parchment, which she of course had, and had just sat down to write his god father, when the compartment door opened.
Harry knew who it was as soon as he heard the drawling voice. "Potter, still with the Weasel's sister, are we?" Harry turned, and saw that Draco had four scars on his left check. They were puffed up, and Harry was quite pleased. "A little scarred and worse for the wear after last time we said that, are we?"
Draco bristled. "It was you! I know so, I told my father. But he said you couldn't possible have magic so strong no healers could break it!"
Harry realized he had made a mistake, but took it in stride. "Nope, not me. I just think its funny your looks and dignity were taken from you… by a book." Ron broke out laughing, and Draco snapped out. "Shut up Weasel. It's not like you could have even paid to get examined." Ron turned bright red, and Harry felt a twinge of anger mixed with guilt.
"Not like your money did you much good though, huh?" said Harry. With that, he got up to close the compartment doors. Goyle put his hand on the door, and forced it open. Vires est mei thought Harry, grinning. The magic gave him strength, and he pushed Goyle and Malfoy into Crabbe, throwing them all against the other side of the train. He then closed the door, and locked it with Colloportus. Crabbe began rattling on the door, obviously angry, but Malfoy spoke to him, and all three left. Harry lifted the simple magic from the door, and the strength spell from himself, fairly sure that Malfoy had gone to find a teacher.
As Harry turned around, Ron burst out "I could have killed Malfoy!" Harry tried to maintain a straight face, but Hermione had noticed the color drain from his face. He saw her look down at her feet, and she had obviously figured it out. "Yeah." said Harry unenthusiastically. "Hey, do you reckon we are close enough to change into our robes?"
Hermione looked outside. "Yep," she said "Ginny, come with me." The girls went and changed first, and then Ron and Harry changed. They sat in silence for a bit, and finally the train pulled into the station. Harry heard the whistle, and the doors opened. The familiar call of "Firs' years, Firs' years." was music to his ears. He walked out onto the platform, Ginny, Ron and Hermione trailing behind him.
"Hey Hagrid" he said. The giant man waved, and Harry told Ginny to go with him. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to the carriages, and got in. Harry decided not to take note of the thestrals, it would only confuse Ron and Hermione.
Shortly, Harry found himself sitting down in the Great Hall. The fully built, functional Great Hall, with such splendor and beauty it made him want to weep for joy. He sat down, and Professor McGonagall walked in with all of the first years. Ginny looked a good deal less nervous than most of the other first years, and Harry smiled. The sorting commenced, and Ginny was, as predicted, sorted into Gryffindor. She sat down in between Harry and Hermione, beaming.
Professor Dumbledore got up, and had them sign the school song. After that, he went over the list of banned items, and introduced the new teachers, Professors Moody and Lockhart. Harry knew that Potions would be interesting this year. Alastor was qualified because he had needed to know a lot about potions to become an Auror, but he was still Mad-Eye Moody.
They ate, and then they were dismissed. Percy led all of the Gryffindor students to the portrait of the fat lady, and told them the password. Mugwump. Interesting thought Harry. All of the students filed in, and Harry remembered his letter to Sirius. Hermione had taken the quill and parchment back at the end of the train ride, so he went up to his room, and got some supplies from his trunk.
Dear Sirius,
Over the summer I saw quite a bit of you, but not a whole lot. I know you are going to be training with us, but do you suppose my friends and I could go to your place for Christmas break? Also, if you could get some gold from my account, that would be great. Anyway, I'll see you at training.
Sincerely,
Harry
With that, he sealed the letter in an envelope, and started off to the Owlrey. Down in the common room there were groups of students going about their business, and several lost looking first year. Ginny was with Ron, Harry assumed Hermione had insisted on getting ready for school, and they spotted Harry.
"Hey Harry!" called out Ginny. Immediately, a young boy with a camera popped up. The thought 'Colin Creevy' had barely popped into his head before he was blinded by the flash of a camera. "Oi, what was that for!" he said loudly. Colin started to babble, and Harry gave it up. "Come on." he said, waving to Ginny and Ron.
They went up to the Owlrey, and Harry sent his letter to Sirius. When they got back to the common room, Hermione was jumping up and down. They had received their schedules.
Their first classes the next day: Defense, followed by double potions. Hermione began raving about all the things Lockhart had done, and what a great teacher he would make. "He is an udder dolt, Hermione." said Harry. Hermione looked scandalized, and Ginny glared. "Hey, I know for a fact." Harry defended himself. "You'll see."
Sure enough, they arrived in Defense the next day, to a brightly smiling a beaming Lockhart. "Hello, Harry" he said, ignoring Harry's friends. "I hear we made a great front page on the prophet! Whadda you say about doing a photo shoot some time."
Ron scowled, and Harry said "No thanks." Lockhart ignored him. "Of course you'd say yes, I knew it! I scheduled it for next Wednesday! We'll play you off as my protégé!" "I won't show up…" muttered Harry. Lockhart continued to babble for the first ten minutes of class about his and Harry's photo shoot, and then he absentmindedly handed out the quiz on himself he had prepared. Harry touched that paper, and silently did a spell to fill in answers. There was no way he was doing the quiz again.
Next came the true highlight of the day. Gilderoy Lockhart took out the pixies, and showed them to the entire class. After releasing them, havoc ensued. Neville was hung from the chandelier and Harry cast a silent shield charm on himself, and Ron. He wanted Hermione to learn that Gilderoy, could, in fact, not take care of the pixies. However, Hermione was defending herself quite well. The cry of "Peskipksi Pesternomi!" came out, and Harry saw Lockhart's wand go out the window.
The bell rang, and everyone dashed for the door. Lockhart once again left Harry, Ron and Hermione to clean up. "Can you believe him?" asked Ron. Hermione stated that he just was giving them hands-on experience. "Hermione, the only thing he is good at are memory charms. He takes other peoples stories and memory charms them, ok? I know this from my last time line." Hermione shot him a glare of utter loathing, and froze to pixies with a freezing charm. Harry sighed. "Let's not be in here all day." he waved his wand, and all the pixies were frozen, and back in their cage. Hermione stormed out of the room.
However, Hermione was waiting for them in the hall. "I guess Lockhart really didn't know too much." she sighed. "Yeah, he is a complete dolt." said Harry. Hermione glared at him, and Harry wondered what he had done wrong. "Oh, so you have to show me you were right now?" she practically yelled. Ron, who had been walking in silence, said "No, he is too busy with his photo shoots." Harry remembered Ron's fourth year jealousy. It seemed to have come early.
"Yeah, guys, I sure asked for my parents to die, for me to be targeted by the darkest wizard of our time, and for all my friends to die so I could come back and do it again, just to lose you guys just so I could be correct and famous." Harry was upset. They had barely been back a day and were already falling apart. He stormed into the Potions lab, and plunked his stuff down on a desk. Alastor Moody stood at the front of the room, his magical eye focused through the door. "Had a bit of a fight now, eh?" he said. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but Ron and Hermione came in, followed by Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"Alright class. Today, we are going to be discussing potions. We will not be making any today, but you all should know some of the reasons that I drink from a hip flask. Can anyone tell me of a poisonous potions?"
Hermione's hand shot up into the air. "Mrs. Granger."
"Devil's Drink, sir." Harry had told her about the potion over the summer, and he now regretted it dearly.
"Very good, Mrs. Granger. Can somebody else please tell me what it does?"
Hermione waved her hand in the air, but everyone else sat silently. "Come on now, someone else has to know." growled Moody.
After another minute or so, Mad-Eye spoke up. "Who ever tells me the answer, and the antidote will have their house excused from this class's homework tonight."
Harry reluctantly raised his hand. "Mr. Potter." said Moody. "Devil's Drink is an emerald green potion." Harry felt the memories come soaring back. He was in the cave again. His first encounter with the Inferi. Watching Dumbledore drink the potion. Watching Dumbledore die. "Mr. Potter, finish please."
Harry continued. "It causes the drinker's worst fear to come to life, quite quickly. They hallucinate, and believe they are living in this worst fear reality. This limits its effectiveness as a poison, as people will often stop drinking it, lost in their fears. The end result is death, but only after a good deal of the potion has been consumed. It is useful as a torture device. The antidote is simply time."
"Can you think of any more effective posions?" asked Moody.
Harry replied "It depends on what you are going to use it for. Devil's Drink is very good for torture, especially if you can force the victim to drink it. However, for an immediate death, a blood replenishing potion with—" Harry broke off. He had just remembered that he had invented that potion, and used it to kill Wormtail, who had been testing Voldemort's food.
"A blood replenishing potion? How could that kill anyone?" asked Moody.
"With certain extra ingredients and spells, it gives the victim what looks to be a completely natural heart attack and brain aneurism within three minutes of ingesting the potion. It is completely fatal."
Moody chose not to question Harry on this. "Alright. No homework for Gryffindor tonight. Now, does anyone know what Veritaserum is?"
The rest of the lesson flew by, although Harry stayed alert. He wished he could zone out, but during the war there had been no such opportunities, and he would not be like the rest of the wizarding world and let down his guard.
After that, they had transfiguration. Harry resolved not to do anything until Ron got it, and planned to do all sorts of random things to whatever he was assigned to transfigure. They also had Herbology, where once again they did Mandrakes.
That night, he had his first training session. It had been decided that Sirius, Remus, Mad-Eye Moody, Albus Dumbledore, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione would be under his tutelage. Harry told them all to meet him on the seventh floor at seven. He now walked nervously up the staircase at about quarter till. Albus Dumbledore was waiting there for him, the other hadn't arrived yet.
"Hello Harry. I must say, in all my years of teaching, I have never actually taken a class under a student. Highly irregular, but then again, so is your situation."
"Does it upset you, Professor?"
At this, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "No Harry, we were all young once. And so we must all be reminded of our youth and ignorance."
Harry smiled a bit. "I think we will demonstrate at first, and then Remus can teach my younger friends."
"Very well Harry, very well."
The others arrived at about five of seven, Hermione rushing the children and Remus hurrying the adults. "And now, we are all present and accounted for. Harry?"
Harry walked along the wall three times, and opened the Room of Requirement. "Wow…" said Ron. They entered a huge room, with three large dueling arenas, several practice areas, a track, and a good deal of books. "Hey Harry!" called Sirius, "Here is your stuff." When Harry came over to collect it, Sirius whispered "You can all come over to my place anytime. I live in a flat in London, however." Harry nodded, and then walked to the front of the room.
"Dumbledore and I will duel first, and show you some of what we know. Then we will split off into groups. Remus, over the next few months, I need you to teach my friends magic up through at least fifth year. They need to learn the Patronus, and work on strengthening their magic. As well, Stunning, Disarming, and Petrifying are all things they need to know."
"The Patronus? That is way beyond fifth year."
"I know. Albus, if you would."
The Headmaster and Harry stepped into the arena. No magic would get beyond the dome of the arena, but people could see in. Harry and Dumbledore bowed. "Start!" yelled Sirius, who had unofficially appointed himself the judge.
Harry lashed out with Legilimency, while Dumbledore shot a powerful stunner. Harry pointed his wand at the jet of light. stupefactus occurro. Dumbledore had fought off his mental assault, and now they dueled in earnest. "Expelliarmus" shouted Dumbledore. Harry saw his wand motions didn't match the spell he had shouted. Not knowing the spell, he Slid out of the way. When he reappeared, he saw Dumbledore had Slid to the edge of the arena, so Harry couldn't go behind him.
Dumbledore conjured a huge globe of light, and it began to shoot stunners at him. Harry conjured a dragon to attack Dumbledore, and they both banished the other's creation. However, upon banishment, Dumbledore's globe exploded in light. Both were blinded, as Dumbledore had been busy with the dragon. Harry cast a charm on himself to allow him to see again, while Dumbledore conjured a griffin, and dispelled the light from his eyes. The griffin had already begun attacking Harry, who Slid across the room, and attempted to disarm Dumbledore. Dumbledore blocked the charm, and Harry charmed the griffin to attack Dumbledore.
Dumbledore banished the griffin, and the battle continued. After about five minutes, Dumbledore managed to surprise Harry with a powerful disarming charm. Harry banished his wand just in time, and when the curse hit him, he flew backwards, but rolled and summoned his wand.
The duel lasted fifteen minutes, until Sirius broke in. "Stop!" he shouted. "Cease! Desist! You're done!" Harry and Dumbledore stopped fighting. "As you can see," said Harry, breathing heavily "One of the most effective ways of avoiding a spell is simply getting out of the way."
"Now then, we will split up into two groups. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, you will be going with Remus. Sirius, Albus, and Alastor, you will be working with me."
The two groups split, and Harry tested all of his 'students' for magical potential. Albus Dumbledore placed highest, followed by Alastor and Sirius, who were only a few points off from each other.
"All of you are very powerful wizards. I am sure Albus knows this, but not every spell needs an incantation. Just like accidental magic, with enough force of will, you can funnel your magic to do something. However, this takes more power to do than with a proper incantation."
Harry had them work on doing small things that they would not know a spell for, and then worked on Occulmency and Legilimency. He showed them several knew spells, and taught them the stunner Albus was so fond of. He asked them if they wanted to learn the Killing Curse, but they all declined. Harry told them that they would have to permanently incapacitate a Death Eater if they fought one, stunning them to let them fight again was not enough. He told them they could use Diffindo, Reducto, or Sectumsempra, but Avada Kedavra was the cleanest.
Dumbledore told Harry that he would make a more secure prison, but that he would not kill. Alastor and Sirius seemed unsure. Deciding not to press the argument, Harry had them fire one hundred of the more powerful stunners at moving targets, and then Professor Dumbledore walked the students back to their dorm.
The rest of the year sped by, and Harry used his foreknowledge to skip things such as the Deathday Party, and he avoided Moaning Myrtle. All four of them had gotten detention cleaning all the trophies, as Ron had hexed Malfoy during Quidditch Practice successfully, and a minor magical war had broken out between the two Quidditch teams. Harry had avoided using any really powerful magic, but he had participated.
Harry had been tempted to blast Tom Riddle's trophy out of existence, but he knew it would not turn out well, due to the wards on the trophy. Harry had cleaned a good deal of trophies, but he could not clean Riddles. He had Ron do it instead.
Finally, the day came that Lockhart started his dueling club. Just days before, Harry had been attacked by Dobby's maniac bludger. Unfortunately for the mad little house elf, Harry had changed the target of the magic to Malfoy. Not only did Harry catch the snitch, but he put Malfoy in the hospital as well. With what Malfoy had done in his past life, Harry didn't feel the least bit sorry. Malfoy was recovered though, and now he was in for a little hexing at the dueling club.
Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Ron were all at the Dueling Club and when Lockhart came out in his resplendent purple robes, Hermione sighed. She had realized what an idiot he was, but she still fancied him a bit. Ginny, on the other hand, wanted to kill him for fooling her and her mother so badly.
This time, Alastor Moody blasted Lockhart across the room, and Malfoy was paired with Harry. "One---Two---Three---Go!" On two, Malfoy aimed his wand at Harry. As soon as Lockhart yelled Go, Malfoy began shooting off spells. Harry blocked them, and began spraying him in the face with jets of Pumpkin Juice from his wand. "Stop! Stop all of you!" yelled Alastor. Hermione, Ginny and Ron had won quickly disarmed their opponents, but Neville still had managed to botch things up.
"Let's have a demonstration, shall we Gilderoy?" said Alastor, dragging Harry and Malfoy out on to the stage. Harry had told him all about last time, and he wanted a semi-repeat… If a little bit different. A sopping wet Draco and a grinning Harry walked onto the stage. Again, Malfoy began shooting spells at him, while Harry dodged or blocked. This time, however, Harry waited only a little bit before packing a good deal of power into a disarming charm. Draco summoned a shield, and the hex blasted right through it.
"Good, Good!" said Lockhart. He walked over to Harry. "A bit showy for my taste and your age, but good nonetheless. However, did you forget about that photo shoot again? I've mentioned this one at least three times in class. My dear boy, you can't possibly expect to go anywhere without a sponsor such as myself!"
Harry shrugged him off, and motioned to his friends. The reason he had come was to humiliate Malfoy, as he figured he knew more than Lockhart anyway. With his mission accomplished, he left the room, Lockhart's protests falling on deaf ears. However, as they neared the Gryffindor common room, Lockhart cornered them.
"Look Harry." Lockhart said, wand in hand. "I need you to help me with sales. My books haven't been nearly as successful lately, almost everyone has a copy. But with the Boy-Who-Lived… it would be wonderful. So I give you a choice: Help me willingly, or help me unwillingly."
Harry was taken aback. He had no idea Lockhart had it in him. "Profes—" "No trickery. It's a yes or no question." said Lockhart. Harry sighed. Expelliarmus he thought, directing his focus at Lockhart. He caught the stunned man's wand, and pointed it at his attacker. "Imperio" he said. "Harry!" yelped Hermione. Harry jumped. Uh-Oh. He thought. He knew Hermione would not be happy with him controlling people's minds. "Fine." he said. "Obliviate". Harry wiped Lockhart's memory of the past hour, and then implanted one to make him decide to resign. After that, he made Lockhart take his wand, and go to his room. Once Harry sense Lockhart was there, he lifted the Imperius.
"Harry, I cannot believe you used that curse! You know full well about what those mean! Honestly! And to think--"
"Tommorrow, we are going over Unforgivables then." said Harry somberly.
The next night, Harry waited outside the Room of Requirement. He always came up alone, while his friends were preparing. At 6:50, an obviously distraught Sirius Black. Sirius raced up in front of Harry and stumbled to a stop. Gasping, he said "Harry… Wormtail… Wormtail escaped." Harry's mind raced. They should have had another year.
A grave looking Albus Dumbledore swept up behind Sirius. "It appears that this news, while frightening, has more meaning to you than it does to us?"
"Yeah," Harry said distractedly. "Wormtail's escape heralds Voldemort's return. We were supposed to have till at least my third year until Wormatil escaped. However, Voldemort won't return until at least next year. Did you tell the ministry he needed a special cell?"
"Why would he?" asked Dumbledore, confused.
"Dementors won't detect an animagus nearly as well while in animagus form. He probably got on the boat as a rat. Our training needs to be stepped up."
Soon after, Remus arrived, looking for Sirius. It was a little bit after seven when Harry's friends showed up, and Hermione was dragging Ron by his ear. "Look Harry, I know this is important and all, but can I skip this one to finish that homework we have for Transfiguration." Hermione started up. "Ron, you have had at least six weeks to—" "Enough!" Harry bellowed. Both of them looked at him in shock. "Tonight, the man we captured at your house freed himself from Azkaban. This means our training needs to be accelerated, possibly to every day each week. But I see I have not impressed the seriousness of this upon you. I wanted to keep you all safe, but you must know how to fight. If you insist, I can show you how you DIED, in a pensive, alrighty?"
Ron looked on the verge of yelling back or breaking in to tears. Harry felt sorry, he had just been really agitated by the acceleration of the time line by a year. "Look, come on in, I'm sure Dumbledore can excuse you from a homework assignment if you promise not to take advantage of it."
Harry led them all into the Room of Requirement, and Remus began to break the children off from the group. "Not tonight Remus, this is something everyone needs to know."
"Does everyone know what the Unforgivable Curses are?"
Ginny and Ron shook their head, but everyone else nodded.
"The Unforgivable curses are: The Cruciatus, which causes unbearable pain, the Imperius, which can control a persons mind, and finally the Killing Curse."
"I have never used the Cruciatus, and never planned too, I can use Legilimency and Veritaserum. However, I do know the other two, and have used them when it suits me. I would like for you all to master The Imperius and the Killing Curse, regardless of whether or not you use them. Many people have moral issues about killing. It needs to be done to win this war. In the past time line, any Death Eater not killed had a nasty way of coming back and killing someone. For instance, we captured Lucius Malfoy in my fifth year. He killed Arthur Weasley just before my seventh."
He knew saying this in front of Ginny and Ron would have quite an effect, and he was right. However, he had not expected the effect it had on Hermione. Last time, she had not spent the summer with the Weasleys, and it appeared to have had quite the effect on her, at the mention of Mr. Weasley's death, she turned stark white, and looked like she might faint.
"Avade Kedavra is the most efficient, and cleanest way of killing. It simply removes the soul from the body. For groups, mass amounts of fire, or a chain spell is very effective. For example…"
Harry stepped into the dueling arena, and summoned several dragons. They roared and him, and for effect, he roared back "Avada Kedavra multiplico!" As he did this, he spun his wand in a blur. Three arcs around the hand, pull around the head, take aim at the target, stab, and twist. The jet of light struck one dragon in the chest, but then shot out the back. It twirled around the dragon, and struck the others in succession. Next, he conjured several dummies, and with the same wand motions yelled "Avada Kedavra pro plures!" This time, four jets of light shot out of his wand, and one struck each target.
After that, he walked out of the dueling arena. "As you can see, I can cast the Killing Curse, in addition to being able to chain and multishot. Chaining is less efficient timewise, but takes only twice the energy of the normal spell, and is easy to aim. Multishot takes the entire energy of the original curse multiplied by the number of targets, as well as being very hard to aim."
"Regardless, the curse we are to discuss today, and to learn, is the Imperius." Albus spoke up "Harry, are you suggesting that we teach second years illegal curses?" Harry nodded. "Albus, we need to be ready. And compassion killed you last time. This time, I want all of us to live."
A/N: My 'homepage' is now a forums for discussing my stories (or story, as it is now).
As well, I reformatted the story for less chapters. Any critique is welcome.
Some Review replies:
PSTurner: I do not think Dumbledore will ever kill anyone. I do think Harry will be able to convince him to let him have a semi-free reign with what he teaches. Yeah, Harry is driven to do everything better this time. But what needs to be understood, is he is not some sort of Dark Harry or anything like that. He is nice to his friends, has fun with them etc. But he gets really serious sometimes, and will do anything it takes to keep them all alive. The next chapter, which I planning on being Christmas Break in Sirius's flat, should illustrate he can be nice and have fun.
David305: Excellent! I made all the corrections, and thank you for pointing out the one compartment thing. I am actually hoping to acquire a beta. However, I do not have any friends who are both interested in Harry Potter, fan fiction and have good spelling and grammar.
If anyone would like to beta for me, LMK, but I have been a bit hesitant about having somebody I do not know beta, so we will see.