A/N: In response to the reviews, thanks by the way, yes Harry's size was in feet. He is freaking huge, though mostly full grown he will eventually get larger. Nothing says that a person's form has to be an active, still living species, and throw in magical species and you get a five meter tall cat.
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Harry Potter and The Winter Court Chapter 4
The next morning, after his run, Harry met up with Hermione again. She smiled, "At it again?"
Rubbing some sweat from his forehead, he answered, "Every morning. Got to get this body into the same shape as the one I'm used to using. It will take a while, but the ambient magic field around here is helping accelerate that."
"So, are you still nervous about potions?"
"Not as much. So far I've heard nothing but bad things about the teacher." He answered.
"How is that a good thing?" She asked, a little confused.
"If something goes horribly wrong I can just blame it on him and his snarky teaching style." Harry was smiling.
"You know, that might just work. But only once or twice." She said thoughtfully.
"I only need it to work once. After that it should be easy enough to get thrown out of the class."
"But you won't get a grade for that class if you get thrown out." The concern in her voice was evident.
"What's the point of learning a subject that I can't do anyway. Even Mom admitted it's just a waste of time. Took her most of three years, but she finally realized that I just can't brew potions normally." He explained.
"You may be the only person that doesn't sound lazy when you say that." They both laughed at the irony of that comment. Harry made his way off to the dorms to get cleaned up.
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Severus Snape was about to jump out of his skin. He was finally going to get his revenge on the son of his greatest enemy. Ever since Malfoy had come back and denounced the Potions Master as a loyal servant of Voldemort, cheerfully carrying out the most gruesome orders, it had placed him under suspicion. Even Dumbledore's defense had only undone a little of the damage. Now Malfoy's son would be at Hogwarts, and the little shit would suffer horribly throughout the year. And then there was Harry Potter. He was a special case. The Potions Master would make sure the torture inflicted that boy would be long and demoralizing. The child of James Potter would endure such horrors as had not been seen since the war. This was the last piece of the one person he had wanted dead the most, and now he could spend the next seven years enjoying the slow death of that part, before killing him at last.
But first was to meet the two objects of his revenge. The two boys would be under his tutelage for the next seven years. More then enough time for him to completely shatter their self-confidence. Then, at the most opportune moment, he would kill them and garner favor with Voldemort. If he could make it look like an accident then he could even keep the old coot's trust. This would let the Potions Master play both sides against the middle. No matter how the war turned out Snape would be close to the top on the other side.
And once the time was right he could avenge the death of Lily, killing that half-blood sham. It was a rather complicated and elegant solution to the problem, but he still had years to pull it off.
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Harry and Hermione sat down in their first potions class. They had potions with the Hufflepuffs, leading to a rather large class. There was barely enough room for all the students, given that over half of the room was occupied by cauldrons and work tables.
The pale boy known as Draco Malfoy was also there. He seemed to still be depressed about being sorted into his current house. Harry couldn't see the problem, since the Puffers were supposed to be those who prized loyalty. But from what his father had said, he understood that most of the others viewed it as the overflow house which got those that didn't fit anywhere else.
Harry had been asking around for any information about the potions professor, hoping to find out if the teacher would accept that he was just chaotic when it came to potion making. Unfortunately he had learned that the man was named Severous Snape, someone he had heard about before. According to his parents this particular man had been something of a rival of James Potter's in their youth only to become a bitter individual later on in life, blaming everyone but himself for his lot. One thing that remained constant was how much Snape hated James, leading Harry to consider it unlikely that the Potions Professor would even listen. He grinned to himself and thought, 'more fun for me then.'
As Hermione was about to try to calm her friend down again, the door leading to the teacher's office flew open and a greasy haired man in a long flowing robe stalked in. Between the hooked nose, windless billowing cloak and surly disposition, the man looked like the stereotypical villain. Snape reached the front of the classroom and glared at the room full of students.
He took the roll with a surly tone that could curdle milk. When he reached "Draco Malfoy" his tone changed into something almost happy, giving everyone the immediate impression that the blond upstart would get special treatment. Then he continued, not getting very far before he reached "Harry Potter, oh yes our new celebrity." He finished calling names and swept his eyes over the class, causing some to shiver from the chilly darkness of the seemingly bottomless orbs.
Severous settled himself behind the front desk and started his obviously well rehearsed opening in that same surly tone. He explained that he had a low opinion of other forms of magic and considered potion making to be the highest form of magic. The teacher also made it quite clear that he considered most of his students below his notice.
When he finished his eyes narrowed on Harry and he spat out the works, "Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry let his lip curl, remembering his mother's attempts to teach him potion making, "That would be the Drought of Living Death, sir." He chopped out the honorific with just enough attitude to indicate his distaste for the man.
"That was an easy one Potter." Snape snarled, "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"They are different parts of the aconite plant, sir."
Feeling that this lad had perhaps studied a little Shape decided to throw his a curve ball, "What is the procedure for creating the Elixir of life?"
Harry knew that this was covered nowhere in the assigned text, but was glad that he had asked so many questions when his parents had reminisced about their lives in the waking world. He smiled widely before answering, "You take any water based liquid and bring it to a boil before removing it from the heat and adding a sorcerer's stone. You then let it steep for ten minutes, stirring every minute. After this the Elixir is ready to drink or can be cooled and stored for up to three years. After that long the effect mutates and it has the opposite effect, causing rapid aging, sir." Harry said this final sir so that it brought to mind the word cur instead.
Even Snape didn't know about that last part, causing him to pale as he wondered how this young shit could know about that. "Very good Potter." He spat, "But you will need more than little tidbits of knowledge in this class." The teacher turned to the rest of the class, "The instructions are on the board and the ingredient cabinet is open." He waved his wand twice as he spoke, "You are making a simple potion to cure boils."
The class went downhill from there, with Snape sweeping around the room critiquing the students, some rather harshly. When he made his way over to Malfoy's cauldron it was hissing and popping while emanating a dull gray mist. The greasy man smiled and hurried away from the explosion waiting to happen. He was not the only one that noticed as Harry quickly surrounded the cauldron with a magical shield. Just as Severus reached the other end of the room a loud boom was heard as the cauldron came apart and filled the shield with a dull lavender liquid that quickly turned black and ignited, burning away in moments.
Harry calmly continued his work as Hermione turned around in her seat to watch the fireworks. With the immediate danger over Harry released the shield just as Snape got close to the scene. The ensuing stench caused the teacher to retch right on the young girl that had been working with Malfoy. This went almost unnoticed as a wave of nausea spread through the rest of the class. Harry extended a wave of anti-nausea through the room, abating the effect quickly enough that it resulted in nothing happening on their side of the room.
Snape noticed the magical effect passing over him and snapped his head around to try to catch the culprit. At the very least the student that could cast that spell, especially non-vocally, would be at least ten years past what he should know. He saw quite a few students working diligently with even more watching the scene. The rest, those closest to him, were recovering from the vomiting spells they had suffered from.
Snape waved his wand, vanishing the bodily fluids. When the mess was cleaned up he summoned the other cauldron used by the pair and snapped, "Be sure to actually crush your snake fangs Malfoy. Five points from Hufflepuff."
The rest of the class was uneventful, ending with the bell. All the students, even Malfoy, managed to put a sample of their potion into a small vial and cork it. Once they were labeled with each student's name they set them on the professor's desk and filed out of the room.
When they were clear of the rest of the students Hermione pulled Harry aside and said, "I know we were supposed to be making boil curing potion, but I'm pretty sure that silvery liquid we bottled was not that." Harry nodded and she continued, "So, what was it?"
"Not entirely sure, but it might have been Quicksilver. I've never made that before." He answered, scratching his chin sagely. "At least it didn't blow like Malfoy's."
"It did look like mercury, but how did we create an element from those ingredients?"
Harry smiled, "This is magic, but Quicksilver is something very different. It moves very much like mercury, but causes very quick cellular degradation. Tip an arrow or bullet with that stuff and watch a person's flesh rot before your eyes." Harry said.
"That sounds pretty dangerous." She speculated.
"It is, but still useful if you know how to handle it." He said as he reached into his robe pocket and flashed a vial full of silvery liquid.
"Can't you get in trouble for having that?" The bushy haired girl gasped.
"Only if I get caught." Harry answered with a twinkle in his eyes.
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That night Snape stormed into the Deputy Headmistress's office with a good head of steam. He put two vials of silvery liquid on her desk and demanded, "I want two of your students expelled immediately."
Unimpressed by his demands, Minerva calmly asked, "And why would that be Severus?"
"Somehow they managed to brew an extraordinarily controlled potion. And I want them out of this school before they brew something truly dangerous."
Picking up the small containers she recognized the names. "Do you honestly think two first years could brew a mastery level potion? And where did they get the ingredients? I was not aware that you kept such things in the castle, much less in the student's supply cabinet."
"I know for a fact that at least two of the ingredients for that potion are nowhere in this castle." He said defensively.
"That's my point Severus. There is no way these two could have brewed this potion while sitting in your class. But as these vials are marked with their names, and I don't think even you would stoop so low as to frame a student, then that means they did. It is a mystery, one of many surrounding young Mr. Potter." She said thoughtfully. "Keep me appraised of further developments, and try to relax."
"I can not give them a passing grade as they did not brew the proper potion." He sneered back.
"Do as you feel you must, but remember that we are here to teach the children, not break them."
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A few weeks later the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff first years made their way down to the lawns for their first official flying lessons. Several of the students had been flying before, including both Harry and Draco. Draco had been bragging about his exceptional skill on a broom in his familie's back yard. Some of the stories, especially the ones involving a pair of Aurors and a chase through the countryside, were more than a little over the top.
Harry had also told Hermione some stories. His had a tendency of including a dragon and a broken bone though. All this really didn't do anything for the girl's confidence. Her real problem was that no matter how much she read true skill in flying could only be bought with experience, usually hard.
As Madam Hooch approached, holding her broom, she said, "Take your places next to your brooms."
The students milled about for a moment, choosing a place near their friends. This placed Harry on Hermione's right and Draco on her left. When they were all settled into two equal lines the teacher continued, "Now hold your hand over your and say 'UP.'"
All the student's followed the instruction, some with better results than others. Harry's and Draco's instantly flew into their hands. Hermione's rose a few inches of the ground, rolled over and flopped back. After a few attempts her's responded. The teacher walked around telling several students, "With force and confidence."
As the last few brooms were in hand she resumed her place and continued, "Now mount your broom like this." She matched actions to words. Madam Hooch walked around, correcting grips and positions. When she was finished and resumed her place at the end of the two lines the lesson continued, "Now, on my whistle, kick off, rise a few feet off the ground, then lean forward and come back down. One, Two, Three."
Madam Hooch blew one short blast on the whistle. All the student's jumped, coming to a hover a few feet above their previous location. Several of the student's came back down too fast, hitting their knees when they landed.
Hermione unfortunately did not come right back down. She was fidgeting and overcompensating so bad that her broom was rising higher and higher. Neither Harry nor Draco had settled back on the ground. Both boys sped to her side, Harry reaching around her and placing his hand under her arm to support her weight. Meanwhile Draco grabbed the front of her broom, steadying it and helping to bring her back down to the ground.
When they were all on solid footing Madam Hooch was waiting, "Thank you boys for assisting a classmate. Ten points for each of you." She looked ar Hermione, "Are you alright Miss Granger? You look a little green."
The bushy haired girl swallowed her stomach and answered, "I'm fine ma'am. But I don't think I like flying."
This earned her a round of understanding chortles from the rest of the class. The teacher smiled at her, "I have known many students who have started out with that same feeling. But with a little practice you'll get the hang of it."
As the teacher walked away Draco leaned in and said, "Just remember Granger, small motions. The broom won't buck so bad is don't jerk it as much."
After the class was over Harry caught up with the blond haired boy, "Draco, I'd like to thank you for helping out today."
"It was nothing Harry. My dad would have had my arse if I let a chav get hurt without doing something to help out." Draco walked away without another word.
Harry and Hermione stood there for a moment wondering what that had been all about.
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"Draco!" Harry called out as he ran after blond, "What the hell was that about?"
"Language Harry. Those of the Houses should always be mindful of their language." Draco didn't even bother slowing down.
"I don't get you mate. First you save her life and give her some pointers on flying. Then you call her a chav. What's that all about?" The raven haired boy asked.
"It is the responsibility of the Ancient and Noble Houses to look out for the commoners, or so my father said since he got out of prison when I was younger." The cocky boy motioned for them to step into a unused classroom.
When they were settled he continued, "Me father said that while he was in prison, awaiting trial, a man visited him. He told Father many things that got him to thinking about his role in the war. After he made a deal with the government Father spent four years in a Ministry Prison. While he was there he says he thought about his life and his place in the world."
"When he came back to us he taught me what it meant to be member of an Ancient and Noble House. It falls to us to protect and guide the commoners, doesn't mean I have to like it. I prefer the company of my own kind, as you are."
"I don't like the way you think Draco, but you saved Hermione's life and I owe you for that. We may never be friends, but I will repay you for this." Harry said, shaking his head.
Draco smiled, "I'll remember that, and one day I may even come to collect."
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The weeks passed quickly, with most of the classes covering the basics of their subject matter. Potions continued to have the occasional accidents, most of which resulted in minor injuries. Except in the Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw class. This class had its fair share of accidents, but none of them resulted in anything more than minor burns and gagging. The really spectacular explosions were always accompanied by a shield that quickly dissolved as soon as the threat had passed. Harry and Hermione still could not manage to brew the correct potion in even one class. After brewing Blood Restoring Potion, Veritaserum and one draught with properties similar to the Draught of Living Death, they finally managed to get a Boil Cure. The professor refused to correct the grade, despite the potion being perfect.
In transfiguration both Hermione and Harry were progressing well, with both having been able to change their matches into needles with three classes of them being given the assignment. Herbology was one of those subjects that seemed to be little more than extreme botany, but there had to be something said for the ability of a plants sap to cause massive and painful boils within seconds without instantly killing the victim.
As Halloween approached the Charms professor, Flitwick, announced that they would start working on a levitation charm. There were several that could be used for different purposes, but this one was the most basic.
Having this class with the Slytherins wasn't the only part Harry didn't like, given that it put them in the same room with that redhead prat that continued to set new lows in offensive behavior. Harry already hated the fact that he had decided to sit on his right side, causing his constant whispering about how they should be friends to make it that much harder to hear the teacher. On several occasions he had simple infiltrated the boys aura and put him to sleep. The only drawback to this practice was that the idiot then got in trouble in class and felt it was Harry's duty to keep him awake in the lessons.
The other thing Harry dislike about the class was that he had to rely on using a wand when he could already create any of the effects with simple aura magic, and on a much larger scale.
When Flitwick passed out feathers to each pair Harry felt almost insulted. His first task when learning to levitate simple objects had been a multi ton boulder that was their path through a mountain pass. He swished and flicked his wand, enunciating the incantation. The amount of energy he put into the spell caused the light weight feather to shoot up and stick into the rafters.
The little teacher was pleased, letting out a squee that would make any Japanese fan girl envious. He summoned the feather back and asked Hermione to try it.
Harry asked, "Professor, do I have to use this wand? They make it kinda hard to control the exact amount of power I'm using."
"What do you mean Mr. Potter?" Flitwick asked.
Harry stuck his wand behind his ear and pointed at the feather. With a small release of energy and a upward motion he said, "Up."
The feather stood on its tip like a quill, trembling slightly from the gasps of several students and the teacher. Harry smiled, "You see sir, when I'm using the wand I have to put so much energy in just to overcome the wand's interference. It makes it hard to judge what is sufficient. This is what I could have done with the level of power I just used to make the feather move with a wand."
He closed his eyes and was sure to carefully target the exact amount of power he had used with the wand. His eyes opened and he voice was magnified from the magical outpouring, "Up!"
Every feather in the room stood rigidly at attention before darting for the rafters. "You see sir? It just takes too much to do it that with the wand."
Flitwick was in between awe and terror. He couldn't believe this young child was using wandless magic with so much control and power. True, it was Harry Potter, but that just made it all the more interesting. Hiding his emotions the professor squeaked out, "That's quiet impressive, Mr. Potter. But it is the focus of this class to learn the proper use of a wand. I'm sure you can find a good balance so as not to overpower some of the future spells."
Harry sighed, "Yes, sir. I'll work on it."
The teacher was trying to think about when the next time he would see Albus would be. If it was a normal day than it wouldn't be until dinner, leaving far too many unanswered questions unasked for too long in the short man's opinion. He decided it was best to move on to the next pairing and let Harry get back to being bored.
Hermione got the spell on her first try as well, smiling proudly that she could at least match her best friend on that score. Ron was apparently doing his best to botch the spell horribly. He was moving his wand incorrectly and mispronouncing the incantation at several points. The redhead was obviously getting annoyed with his failure as he was making even grander mistakes with every attempt.
After the tenth time Hermione leaned across her best friend and said, "You need to be more subtle with your wand motions. And try slowing down your pronunciation." She then demonstrated the correct procedure for him.
Ron indignantly huffed, "I don't need help from you."
Harry caught his temper just before he stunned the little snot. He tapped Hermione on the shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Let the idiot be. I'll protect us if he screws up too bad."
After the class they were heading to lunch when Weasley said a little too loudly, "I can't stand a know it all. No wonder that freak is her only friend."
Hermione ran off in tears, remembering how the kids at her previous schools had picked on her about her brains. Harry turned on Ron and let out some of the anger he had been bottling up. The already chill air seemed to freeze solid around his intended victim as he reached toward him. The red haired loudmouth found himself unable to speak or resist as he was dragged the ten feet across the courtyard into the waiting hand. Despite being several inches shorter than Ron, Harry managed to intimidate him thoroughly with this simple action.
Once he had the front of the other boys robes in hand, the angered young wizard spoke in a dangerous whisper, making sure that only Weasley could hear, "If you ever hurt her feelings again, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
Just barely rising to the challenge, Ron managed to croak out, "What do you think you can do to me?"
In the same chilling whisper Harry answered, "Look down."
A moment later there was a streak of red heading back the way they had come. The pompous prick slammed into the old stone wall and fell to the ground, unconscious but no more than bruised. Harry walked away, placing his violent tendencies back in check and thanking his Dad for explaining that particular spell effect. When Mr. Weasley woke up, he would know better than to ask that question ever again, especially from someone who can hold you several inches off the ground.
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The raven haired lad spent his entire lunch period looking for his friend, knowing that she need someone to talk to before that insensitive jerk's words had too much time to sink in. The last thing he wanted was for her to be bawling her eyes out somewhere.
Unfortunately he failed to find her at all, even going so far as to ask the other girls in their house to keep an eye out for her. Once he explained what had happened the girls agreed to help, finding it sweet, if a little odd, that such a young boy was trying to help a girl who was just a friend.
His afternoon class interrupted the young wizard's search, causing him to be jittery through the entire period. He wanted to keep looking, but knew that even Hermione would have scolded him for skipping a class. With that over he resumed roaming the castle for any sign of her. Harry ran into Mr. Filch, who had a devious smirk on his wizened face.
The old man spoke with a deliberate slowness to his voice, like he was enjoying hearing himself talk, "What do we have here? A student wandering around near the out of bounds corridor."
Harry brushed past him, "I'm trying to find my best friend before the feast tonight, sir. If you don't mind I still have a lot of castle to cover."
Filch wasn't quite sure how to take this. Most of the younger students were so scared of him that they could barely move, much less speak. Either this kid was so stupid he didn't know how much trouble he could be in, or he was so confident he thought he could handle it. Either way, Filch would keep an eye on this one. He could be trouble.
The raven haired boy honestly knew exactly where he was, and didn't expect to find Hermione in the forbidden section of the school. But he was being through. He suddenly remembered a skill his Aunt had taught him. It was dangerous, with the high level of ambient magic around here, as he had to drop all his shields and listen for the target's natural magic. Judging the risks against the sheer amount of time it could save him, he began drawing his aura back in.
Existing in the stronger than normal magical field, and allowing a small amount of it get through his barriers, he had begun the acclimation process. He no longer felt like he was going to burst into flame from the energy coursing through him. It was more like a strong static charge covering his entire body.
His head was flooded with a feeling of immense power coursing through the entire building, permeating every stone, piece of glass and chunk of wood. It was beautiful and awe inspiring. Filtering the signal of the school from his mind he was assaulted by hundreds of smaller signals. Every life form in the building was a distinct note in the discordant symphony of the place. The majesty of Hogwarts was almost enough to drive him to tears. As he started systematically filtering the rest of the school by species, gender and age he realized how long this could take.
Filch came around the corner to see the green eyed reincarnation of James Potter floating just off the ground, a soft song emanating from him. Whatever this little ingrate was doing it had to be against school rules. As the elderly groundskeeper inched closer the light dimmed and Harry settled to the ground. As the old man reached out to grab the student a flash of magical lightning shot out and connected with his chest, throwing him across the hall to land unceremoniously in a heap on the floor.
Just before loosing consciousness Filch came to the decision that interfering with this young man might not be the best idea.
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Harry made his way to the girl's bathroom where he knew Hermione was hiding. Despite the school rules he had little compunction about entering the room, but decided it might look a little odd. He entered the unused classroom next to the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
Stretching his aura through the stones he found her, curled up and crying. He whispered in her mind, "Hermione, my friend."
The girl jumped, wondering who it could be. When she realized who it was she whispered aloud, "Harry? What are you doing here?"
"I came looking for you. Right after I educated that little shi..."
"Harry! You didn't hurt him did you?" The mental slap was obvious.
"No more than was necessary. Don't worry, he'll survive." Harry quickly changed the subject, "But what I'm worried about is you. How are you doing?"
She sniffled, "I guess. I just don't want people to think of you as a freak. I don't think you're a freak, just a powerful magic user."
"That's true, but you know how I've existed. The main thing is to realize that being a freak is not a bad thing. It's all in how you think about it."
"But the way he said it, it was so hurtful."
Harry grinned, "Here I was thinking he had insulted you. And you were worried about him insulting me. Listen Hermione, I've been through some of the worst abuses you could imagine. It'll take a lot more than that to get under my skin. Come on out and we can still get ready for the feast."
"I did feel bad about what he said about me at first, but then I thought what he said about you. Oh Harry, I'm sorry I just ran off like that."
"Don't sweat it. We all make mistakes sometimes."
"Let me get cleaned up a bit first and I'll meet you back in the common room, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
Harry left and headed back to Ravenclaw tower. He bathed and dressed before returning to the common room and waiting. He was reading about advanced wand theory when a third-year boy asked him, "Hey Potter, are you coming before the food's all gone."
For some reason he hadn't noticed how much time had passed, along with half of the book. On his way down to the Great Hall one of the girls he had asked for help from earlier grabbed his arm, pulling him into an alcove. "Hey, I thought you would like to know, that red headed git from Slytherin went after Hermione again. He saw her as she was coming out of a bathroom and started picking on her about crying and being friends with you. I don't know what his problem is, but she ran back into the bathroom and locked the door."
Harry's rage, which he had long ago learned to keep under control, seethed into existence. His eyes glowed a bright gold briefly before he he said, "Thank you."
The girl watched the first-year boy walk deliberately away, feeling sorry for anyone he was pissed at.
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Ron Weasley was sitting around laughing with some of his housemates as he retold the way he dressed down his fellow first-year. Most of the older students at the table were just remembering what they had heard about the little shit in the courtyard. They imagined that Potter would be continuing that lesson shortly, but had no idea how quickly class would begin.
Suddenly everything went silent. Looking over they saw the space previously occupied by the braggart empty. They didn't care enough to check on the young man, who had been pulled out of the and into the waiting hand of one Harry James Potter.
As soon as he had the red head's throat in hand he growled, "Just couldn't learn from a simple lesson, could you loud mouth?"
The Slytherin tried to gurgle out a terrified answer. Harry cut him off with a gentle squeeze, "Don't talk, dumb ass. Save your voice for apologizing to her. That's where we're going now."
Ron realized that he was being held off the floor by the shorter boy, who started walking up the stares with surprisingly little effort.
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Professor Quirrell was hiding just off of the Entry Hall watching the subtle display of massive power taking place before him. Some how Potter was using a Silent Wandless Summoning Spell. Not only was that spell taught much later, but for most wizards it was impossible to do so silently or wandlessly. To do all three was unbelievable for a young child.
These thoughts were a shared process for the possessed professor, who was sharing his existence with another. As the two boys departed the teacher schooled his face into a terrorized expression and started running toward the Great hall.
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Sorry for the delay, bad case or writer's block.
