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Chapter Five

Returning to Hogwarts – New Impressions

"I don't see him anywhere, Ron." Ginny said worried.

"He has to be here somewhere! There's no way Harry wouldn't return to Hogwarts for his forth year!" Hermione said as she kept looking left and right.

"Relax, will ya? He'll be here eventually." Ron waved them off, not really interested in looking for his 'friend'. "Come on, Hermione, let me tell ya what you missed 'cause you didn't come with us to the Quidditch World Cup! We were in the Top Box and we saw Victor Krum up close!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

"That's nice Ron." Hermione said absently.

"You got your stolen from you and used to cast You-know-who's mark into the sky, Death Eaters attacked the camps and tormented the local muggle family, you got arrested and taken to the Ministry for interrogation… and all you can think about is Victor Krum?" one of the Weasley twins asked incredulously.

"That's nice Fred." Hermione mumbled.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" Ron asked annoyed.

"You lost you wand, it was used for a crime, and you got in trouble with the Ministry for it, right?" Hermione glanced at him.

"Uh… yeah." Ron blinked.

"Honestly, where is he?" Hermione asked worriedly. "He said he'll be back by the start of term!"

"Be back?" Ginny rounded onto her. "Be back from where? Did he tell you where he went? And how do you know he went anywhere?"

"He wrote to me and Ron at the beginning of summer." Hermione replied. "He said that after last year he needed a vacation and that he would be out of the country for the summer. But he didn't tell me where he would go or how! And all the other letters I sent returned to me unopened!"

"Um… well, there are to possible explanations for that." Fred and George exchanged concerned glances. "Either he was under Mail Wards of some sort or had a mail rejection charm cast onto him or…"

"Or what?" Ginny demanded. "Well, spit it out!"

"Or he's dead and the owls have nobody to go to." they answered, visibly uncomfortable.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Hermione spoke up.

"Good think Mrs. Weasley already left. If she heard you even speculate that…" she trailed off as the whistle was heard and the train began to move. "Quick, get on!" she said.

"Well… Harry might already be on the train and we didn't notice him." Fred tried to be optimistic before leaving with George.

"Right. Let's find some compartments and then we have the whole train trip to look for him." Hermione agreed, trying to stay positive.

"I don't know what you're so worried about." Ron said annoyed "Dumbledore probably Apparated him to Hogwarts or something already."

"Honestly Ron, how many times do I have to tell you? You can't Apparate in Hogwarts!" Hermione ranted. "The wards…"

"Then maybe in Hogsmade." Ginny suggested.

"I'm sure the Headmaster has better things to do than to Apparate a student to school." Hermione said exasperated.

"Not if it's Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived." Ron grunted.

"Hey, there's some room here." Hermione ignored him and opened a compartment door. "Excuse me, do you mind if we sit here?" she asked the two boys who were sitting across from each other next to the window.

"Sure, Hermione." one of them said. "Here, let us give you a hand with those trunks."

A couple minutes later, they were all sitting down, with the three newcomers glancing curiously at the two boys. Both of them were wearing dark muggle jeans and dark reflective shades, with one wearing a dark red shirt while the other wore a black one.

"Thanks. But how do you know my name? Have we met before?" Hermione asked the one wearing the black shirt, who had spoken to her.

The two boys exchanged glances and chuckled, the boy in the dark red shirt taking out and tossing a galleon to the other.

"You were right, they really don't recognize us." he shook his head in amusement.

"Never doubt me, Nev." the one in the black shirt smirked.

"Nev? As in Neville?" Hermione caught on and stared at the boy who smiled and took off his shades. "It IS you! Merlin, you've changed over the summer!"

"Well, let's just say I had a few life-changing family related revelations." Neville smiled with not one hint of nervousness.

"Good for you Neville." Ginny smiled as she eyed him up and down before doing the same with his still unnamed companion.

"And who are you?" Ron asked bluntly, his eyes narrowed at the boy wearing the black shirt.

"That hurts Ron, right here!" the boy grasped his chest, as if having a heart attack. "You don't see me for a couple of months and you don't know me? That's cold man. I'll need a new best mate." he sighed dramatically.

"Best mate… Harry?" Ron screamed in shock as the he lowered his shades revealing his luminous emerald orbs sparkling in amusement.

Ron, Hermione and Ginny stared. THIS was Harry? Their Harry? It seemed unbelievable that the short and skinny spectacled boy with messy hair they saw at the beginning of summer was before them.

Gone were the handed down muggle rags several sizes bigger then he needed, replaced by stylish jeans and a black dress shirt. Gone were ugly round glasses kept together by duct tape, replaced by brand black shades. Gone was the skinny body suffering from malnutrition, replaced by that of a fifteen year old muscled hunk. Gone was the messy short hair, now long and kept in a short pony tail while the front was spiked upwards. Gone was his SCAR.

"Harry… where's your scar?" Hermione asked in shock.

"Well, you know how Madam Pomfrey told me that a curse scar like that can't be removed, right?" Harry asked, earning nods. "Well, what she didn't say was that it could be moved."

"You moved your scar?" Ron asked in shock. "Why?"

Harry merely stared at him blankly while everyone else gave him looks of disgust.

"So yeah, I moved it." Harry decided to ignore Ron's last question.

"B-But how did you…?" Hermione demanded.

"Well, I don't think you know this, but my paternal grandmother was a Black before she married into the Potter family." Harry began.

"Paternal?" Ron asked confused.

"I mean my dad's mom." Harry grunted.

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so?" Ron rolled his eyes.

"Anyway…" Harry ignored the oozing stupidity "The members of the Black Family are generally skilled in Transfiguration and have talents in self-transfiguration such as Animagus and Metamorphagus skills. That means changing into a certain animal or changing to look like another person." he added with a glance at Ron.

"So you moved your scar with your Metamorphagus ability?" Hermione asked, her eyes glittering with questions.

"Where did you move it to?" Ginny asked, a bit upset that such a symbol was no longer easily visible.

"Well…" Harry drawled with a smirk "I always did say that my scar was a pain in the…"

"Harry!" Hermione said, scandalized.

"…Upper thigh." Harry finished with an innocent smile as his shades once again hid his eyes.

"What's with the glasses?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Oh, I had my eyesight corrected this summer after seeing a healer… but there were complications." Harry said delicately.

"Complications?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Well, it seems that there was a bit of leftover basilisk venom and phoenix tears from Fawkes in my blood, so it's making the potion that was supposed to fix my eyesight work differently." Harry sighed. "So, while it did fix my eyesight, it made my eyes slightly sensible to sunlight for a while. They should be fine in a few months though."

"Harry… why was there basilisk venom and phoenix tears in your blood?" Hermione asked weakly.

"Hm?" Harry blinked. "Oh, right. I didn't tell you that when I killed it, the basilisk stabbed me in the arm… here." he showed them the entry and exit scars. "Fawkes cried a few tears and healed me before the venom hilled me or melted my flesh though." he smiled while Neville, Hermione and Ginny were staring at him faintly and Ron with badly hidden jealousy.

"Why is Neville wearing sunglasses though?" Hermione tried to change the subject.

"Oh, they're Harry's." Neville explained. "I just borrowed them so I can try and catch some sleep easier. I've been out of the country so…"

"Jetlag." Hermione nodded in understanding.

"Wha?" Ron asked confused.

"It means that while here is day, over there is night or afternoon or something." Harry said. "And I'm in the same boat. I've been across the pond for most of the summer so I think I'll take a nap as well." and with that he leaned back into his seat and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible.

Before anyone can comment there was a knock and the compartment door slid open, revealing a girl with dirty blonde hair and wide silvery-grey eyes.

"Luna!" Ginny greeted with as smile.

"Hi Ginny. Do you mind if I sit here?" the blonde asked.

"Sure. There's an empty seat left." Harry answered as he secretly used his Mage Sight to glance at the girl and saw that she had a rather large core, and that her magic seemed… wild yet tame, and for some reason reminding him of some fairies he saw a few months before.

"Well, come in then." Ginny said, slightly intrigued by Harry's forwardness. After the blonde sat down and Harry helped her put her trunk away, Ginny began making introductions. "Everyone, this is Luna Lovegood. She's in my year in Ravenclaw. Luna, you remember Ron." the red haired boy rolled his eyes "And these are Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and…"

"Harry Potter." Luna nodded. "Pleased to meet you all."

"How'd you know that?" Ron demanded annoyed.

"Yeah. How is it that a pretty girl from a lower year, from a different house, that I never even spoken to before knows me better then you?" Harry asked with a frown, looking between Hermione and Ron. "Hmph! Some best friends you are." he huffed and looked at Luna. "Luna, want to be me new friend? I think my old ones are defective." he told her in a loud whisper.

"Of course." Luna said with a bright smile and slight blush as laughter danced in her eyes.

Ginny and Neville similarly were unsuccessfully trying not to laugh at the looks on Hermione and Ron's faces.

"Well, joking aside, me and Nev need to catch some shut-eye so we would appreciate if you lot would keep the noise down to a minimum." Harry smiled.

"That's fine with me." Luna nodded and took out a magazine called 'The Quibbler', turned a few pages and then turned it upside down as she hid her face behind it.

Harry's Mage Sight was still active, however, and noticed how she channeled magic into her own eyes to activate what he recognized as a form of Mage Sight similar to his own but not as precise. He saw that her eyes almost popped out of her head as she caught sight of him and likely noticed the size of his magical core. Smiling, Harry gave her a wink behind his shades and deactivated his own Mage Sight and closing his eyes to rest… when an unwelcome voice was heard through the slightly open compartment door.

"…Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, you know. He knows the headmaster, you see. Well, you know his opinion of Dumbledore - the man's such a Mudblood-lover - and Durmstrang doesn't admit that sort of riffraff. But Mother didn't like the idea of me going to school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far more sensible line than Hogwarts about the Dark Arts. Durmstrang students actually learn them, not just the defense rubbish we do. . . ."

Hermione got up, tiptoed to the compartment door, and slid it shut, blocking out Malfoy's voice.

"So he thinks Durmstrang would have suited him, does he?" she said angrily. "I wish he had gone, then we wouldn't have to put up with him."

"Durmstrang's another wizarding school, isn't it?" Ginny inquired.

"Yes," said Hermione sniffily, "and it's got a horrible reputation. According to An Appraisal ofMagical Education in Europe, it puts a lot of emphasis on the Dark Arts."

"I think I've heard of it," Ron said vaguely. "Where is it? What country?"

"Well, nobody knows, do they?" Hermione said, raising her eyebrows.

"Er - why not?" Neville asked.

"There's traditionally been a lot of rivalry between all the magic schools. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons like to conceal their whereabouts so nobody can steal their secrets," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Come off it," Ron said, starting to laugh. "Durmstrang's got to be about the same size as Hogwarts - how are you going to hide a great big castle?"

"But Hogwarts is hidden," Hermione said, in surprise. "Everyone knows that... well, everyone who's read Hogwarts, A History, anyway."

"Just you, then," Ron rolled his eyes. "So go on - how d'you hide a place like Hogwarts?"

"It's bewitched," Hermione answered. "If a Muggle looks at it, all they see is a moldering old ruin with a sign over the entrance saying DANGER, DO NOT ENTER, UNSAFE."

"So Durmstrang'll just look like a ruin to an outsider too?"

"Maybe," said Hermione, shrugging, "or it might have Muggle-repelling charms on it, like the World Cup stadium. And to keep foreign wizards from finding it, they'll have made it Unplottable -"

"Come again?"

"Well, you can enchant a building so it's impossible to plot on a map, can't you?"

"Er. . . if you say so," said Ginny awkwardly.

"But I think Durmstrang must be somewhere in the far north," said Hermione thoughtfully. "Somewhere very cold, because they've got fur capes as part of their uniforms."

"Ah, think of the possibilities," Ron said dreamily. "It would've been so easy to push Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident... Shame his mother likes him…"

"I think it has less to do with his mother liking him and more with her not wanting to let ol' Lucius touch her ever again." Harry grunted, earning a few blushes and chuckles from anyone other then the clueless Ron. "By the way, Durmstrang is in Norway and Beauxbattons is in southern France. Now please keep your voices down."

From there, the trip was relatively silent for a couple hours with everyone talking in low voices once Neville and Harry finally fell asleep. It was not to last though as eventually Draco Malfoy flanked by Crabbe and Goyle opened the compartment door just as Ron was telling an increasingly irritated Hermione for the third time that he had been in the Top Box.

"For the first and last time in your life, Weasley." Malfoy sneered.

"Malfoy, get out." Hermione said annoyed.

"Weasley… what is that?" Malfoy asked, pointing at Pigwidgeon's cage. A sleeve of Ron's dress robes was dangling from it, swaying with the motion of the train, the moldy lace cuff very obvious.

Ron made to stuff the robes out of sight, but Malfoy was too quick for him; he seized the sleeve and pulled.

"Look at this!" Malfoy said in ecstasy, holding up Ron's robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle, "Weasley, you weren't thinking of wearing these, were you? I mean - they were very fashionable in about eighteen ninety…

"Eat dung, Malfoy!" Ron said, the same colour as the dress robes as he snatched them back out of Malfoy's grip. Malfoy howled with derisive laughter; Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly.

"So... going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, you know... you'd be able to afford some decent robes if you won..."

"What are you talking about?" Ron snapped.

"What about Potter? He'll enter for sure; he never misses a chance to show off… where is the scar-head anyway?" Malfoy asked more intrigued then annoyed.

"I knew it." Harry said groggily. "I knew you were stalking me. I figured it out since first year." he nodded to himself while the others stared at him confused. "But it has to end. Malfoy, no matter how you do your hair or how much you stalk me, get it through your head: I don't swing that way."

"Wha?" Malfoy actually took a step back in shock. "I-I'm not gay!"

"Sure you're not." Harry nodded mockingly. "And you don't spend nearly all your time with Crabbe and Goyle just so that you can stare at their asses.

"I'm not gay!" Malfoy screamed, unknowingly drawing the attention of many students in nearby compartments. "Who the hell are you, anyway?"

"You mean you're stalking me without even recognizing me? Is it already instinctual?" Harry asked in disgust as he removed his glasses and locked his emerald eyes with Malfoy's grey ones.

"…Potter?" Malfoy stared.

"Yep. Now why don't you take your boyfriends and get out of here." Harry suggested.

"I'm not gay!" Draco yelled even louder before turning towards Crabbe who had flinched away. "I'm NOT!"

"Keep telling yourself that. You might actually delude yourself eventually." Harry cheered. "Now get out."

With a snarl, Malfoy left slamming the compartment door closed.

"I should have done that years ago." Harry chuckled and that broke the dam, causing the other five to burst into laughter, but none more so then Luna.

"Hahahaha… the hair… haha… and stalking… hehe…" her whole body shook with laughter.

Smiling, Harry put back his shades and leaned into his seat, returning to his nap.

When they reached Hogsmade it was raining outside. While nearly everyone hurried to the carriages or boats, Harry and Neville exchanged a smile and used a variation of the basic Protego as umbrellas as they casually strode to the carriage the others had gotten on.

"How are you two dry?" Ron demanded enviously.

"Shield Charm." Harry muttered, already getting fed up of acting friendly AKA not killing the traitorous weasel.

But he had promised Eva to let Ron and possibly Hermione dig their own graves. He had reluctantly agreed to start the term by acting as natural as possible without showing active dislike and/or distrust towards Ron and Hermione, and then respond in kind when the two crossed the line. From what his Legilimency was telling him of Hermione's mind, she had not written to Dumbledore or anyone else other then Ron regarding his absence that summer, so her chances of remaining among Harry's friends were pretty good so far.

Ronald on the other hand was promising to be spending his near future with the Acromantula of the Forbidden Forest. He had spent most of the train ride thinking how he would by a Firebolt using the money he got for spying on Harry, get on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, become captain and kick Harry off it. Of course, he also thought how he should convince his mother to brew a love potion for him to dose Hermione with so that she would do his homework for him.

He was mildly amused when Peeves dropped a water balloon on Ron's head as they headed through the Entrance Corridor, even more so when McGonagall came skidding out of the Great Hall and missed Hermione's shoulder when she reached for it to gain some balance. Instead, she slipped and knocked Ron over, just in time for him to slide under the two dozen water balloons Peeves dropped as he ran away. Snickering, he pulled the soaked Ron up and made sure to not sit next to him at the Gryffindor table.

As they ate, Harry and Hermione noticed that the new DADA professor was missing and while the bookworm was concerned that Dumbledore may not had found one, Harry was nearly certain that the new professor wanted to make a dramatic entrance. Indeed, as he extended his senses through the Hogwarts wards, as practiced with his other warded houses, he sensed an extra adult core in the castle.

He was mildly annoyed with the cancellation of the Quidditch Cup for the year, and downright irritated with the re-enactment of the Triwizard Tournament. Because of the age limit, of course. He was pretty sure that someone, somehow, for some reason, will enter his name and if had put his nearly exhausted modesty aside he would admit that even without his 'rebirth' and training this summer his chances to become the school champion were pretty good considering what he had to compete against. With his new changes, nothing in this world short of Evangeline or some unholy chimera of Dumbledore, Voldemort and Grindelwald could top him.

The reason why he was annoyed by the age limit was the scandal he would likely face when his name would be, undoubtedly, selected. Sure, he could take advantage of it to expose his emancipation, which he had managed to keep secret within the Ministry with the use of a simple Notice-Me-Not Charm on the documents before anyone noticed them. Sure, he had to time travel to the day he took his lordships and sneak invisibly under the noses of the entire Auror contingent, but it was worth it and he had taken the opportunity to also swap the Prophecy for a recording Dumbledore scratching his ass.

Harry was pleased to hear that Dumbledore had brought Alastor Moody into the fold… until he inspected the man with Mage Sight and saw that it was actually someone using Polyjuice. And from the way he was acting Dumbledore had no idea… well, no reason to tell him at the moment. After all, the publicly known Polyjuice only works when the person being impersonated was still alive. Of course, Eva had managed to get past that small flaw as soon as she started experimenting with potions.

That damn eye would be tricky to get around though, as from the glow of magic it had it was likely the work of Dumbledore using the Elder Wand, thus allowing it to see through the Cloak of Invisibility. That would have to be taken care of…

"I'll deal with it tonight." Eva promised, or something along those lines.

Still, he had two months before the Tournament began, and he wasn't going to waste it. As soon as he finished taking a shower, he tracked down Fred and George and talked them into rounding up the Quidditch Captains and getting them to organize some pick-up matches. By dinner, it was decided that Gryffindor would face Slytherin at the end of September and Ravenclaw would face Hufflepuff two weeks later.

In classes, he made sure to avoid getting paired up with Ron for anything that would last longer then a week. After all, he never knew when Ron would become disposable. Neville became his regular partner along with Hermione, Harry having enough pity to manipulate her into pawing off Ron to Seamus Finnegan, the man who could somehow turn beetles into top grade explosives at a wave of his wand.

Neville's assistance also proved instrumental in making Snape's brain shut down for a few seconds when the two of them presented him a perfectly brewed potion, causing Snape to nearly growl before he barged into Harry's mind with his Legilimency in an attempt to find out how he had cheated.

And that was what Harry had been waiting for. Unlike Eva who could literally make a copy of a person's life given enough time, Harry's skills in Legilimency were more limited and mundane. Yes, he could easily know when he was being lied to. Yes, if he knew what he was looking for he would be able to access the needed memory from the target's mind quite easily. But his skill in extracting large amounts of information at the same time without being noticed was drastically limited. He had two methods, both needing outside intrusion to work. And it was one of those that he used when Snape tried to read his thoughts.

Snape didn't know what had happened. One moment he was staring into the brat's eyes, and the next he was in a white space, devoid of anything other then…

"My, my, someone has been a bad scumbag." Harry shook his finger in admonishment as he leaned onto the side of a great floating stab of stone with the Tree of Life, Sephiroth, carved onto it and two identical wing-like tribal designs flanking it.

"Potter! Where did you take me?" Snape demanded as he reached for his wand, only to notice that Harry was twirling it between his fingers.

"You want it?" Harry smirked as the stone split down the middle and opened outwards like doors, revealing a black void with white long child-like hands reaching out. But in the center of the darkness was a distant image of the Potions classroom. "Go and get it." Harry tossed it through.

"How stupid do you think I am, Potter?" Snape sneered. "I won't fall for such an obvious trap!"

"Of course you won't." Harry nodded with an ever-widening smirk. "After all, what's losing you magic compared to doing what I say, right?"

"My magic?" Snape took a step back.

"That wand was a representation of it. if you leave this place without it… well, you get the picture." Harry chuckled darkly. "Now more your ass out of my sight before I decide to give you more incentive." he said and before Snape could answer the white hands stretched, reaching out to him and grabbing hold before dragging him through. All the while the white hands touching Snape were turning silver and then letting go, being replaced by other white ones. Just as he was about to touch the image of the classroom a black arm touched his forehead…

And he was back in the classroom, scowling at the two boys and not remembering a thing. Scowling, he walked away as Harry's smile turned positively evil. He had just made a complete copy of Snape's mind and he was more then pleased with the knowledge of new or customized potions and invented spells he had taken from the Death Eater.

Harry was also enjoying his new elective, Ancient Runes, which he had qualified for after talking professor Babbling into allowing him to take the third year Runes exam test while she was giving the introductory speech to the third years. Suffice to say, she was more then happy to accept him in her forth year class after he scored 145% on the test.

That of course led to Harry being allowed to drop one of his other electives – in other words, Divination. Which led to Dumbledore accosting him on his second day of classes as he was leaving the Great Hall after lunch.

Flashback

"Harry, may I have a word with you?" Dumbledore asked as Harry walked past the staff table.

"I don't know sir. Do you think you're up to it?" Harry asked with a smile… which was rather fixed.

"I believe so." Dumbledore chuckled merrily. "Now, I heard you dropped Divination. My I ask you what brought you to this decision?"

"Yes, you may." Harry asked with the same smile as he lowered his dark shades to show his eyes glittering in amusement.

"What brought you to that decision?" Dumbledore asked patiently.

"Divination is a waste of my time." Harry said clearly and loud enough for most of the staff table to hear. "I don't have the 'Sight' as professor Trelawney put it, and she's an awful teacher at it anyway." Seeing Dumbledore about to speak up, he added. "After all, you told me yourself last year that in her entire life she only made two real prophecies. Two fancy poems don't make a good teacher for the subject, Headmaster, no matter how you look at it. Now, if you excuse me, I have Ancient Runes to get to." and with that he left before Dumbledore could get another word in.

Flashback End

Hermione's glee at dropping Divination and joining her in Ancient Runes was equal to Ron's irritation at having to suffer through it on his own, as Neville had also dropped it in favor of Muggle Studies.

Their first class with the Barty Crouch Jr. Polyjuiced as Mad-Eye Moody was also quite intriguing and disturbing on the same level. Harry knew for sure that Eva had implanted a few suggestions into his mind, but he had a feeling that most of the class had been planned by 'Moody'.

They started simple enough, by walking into the classroom, when they found themselves under spell fire. His wand drawn, Harry had a wandless Protego up while his eyes darted towards the source of the incoming spells. Seeing nobody, he activated his Mage Sight for just a second before he slammed a Stunner into 'Moody', taking the Disillusioned 'Moody' by surprise, but he already had a shield up so he was merely pushed back a bit by the power of the spell before he made himself visible and shouted a bit about 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE'. Harry ignored him.

What he did not ignore was how he demonstrated the Unforgivable Curses in front of the class on spiders. Harry no longer shied away from the darker aspects of magic. He knew very well that magic was magic no matter how you used it. It was not good or evil. It simply was. So he was no stranger to using the Unforgivable Curses, though he never used them on another human or sentient being. That, however, did not reduce the disgust at how Crouch paraded them in front of the class, in what it was obvious, to him, an attempt to intimidate him and Neville. The way the bastard looked at the spider his was torturing while his magical eye locked onto Neville made it clear to him that he was enjoying it and that he was reminiscing the crime that got him sent to Azkaban.

Harry decided to make his death as slow and excruciatingly painful as possible, to do unspeakable things to his corpse, and to make sure there won't be enough left of his soul to reach hell.

A.N.: What? You're surprised? Well, I'm currently on a roll and I want to get the preparatory chapters done before I can start on the good stuff.

The poll for Harry and Eva's relationship is officially closed as the results are pretty clear:

75% - 44 votes - Lasting Relationship

22% - 13 votes - Friends with Benefits

1% - 1 vote - One Night Stand

So obviously, Eva will be around for quite a while.

With that decided, I admit that I'm conflicted on what to do with Hermione. So I'm posting another poll on my profile to decide her 'fate'.

Once again, I want to thank my Reviewers. And once again, I will ask you to Review, especially if you have things to point out regarding the chapter or the story as a whole.