Author's Notes: Sigh, I'm having major writers block with this story right now. Plus, I don't think that this story is getting far with any of you guys. Read the Author's Notes at the end.

Disclaimer: Pfff… If I owned this fic I'd be… Err… still broke. Dammit.

Voldermort sat in his lair, contemplating if the Porters were worth wasting his time. When he'd written that parstle-howler, he thought it'd be great to scare the young couple. But it quickly changed when he found out that the boy was a parstlemouth too. It'd be of a great advantage to him. With them, he'd be able to rule the world sooner rather than later.

He looked over the letter. Satisfied, he tied it to his owl and with a "hoot" it quickly flew off.

"One they're on my side, I'll be invincible," he said to himself.

--0—0—

Harry and Hermione walked into the Headmaster's office. They had yet to talk to him about their 'incident' last night.

"Hello, Harry, Hermione," Dumbledore said, smiling.

"Hello," they said.

"Yes, well, let's get to the point shall we? Yesterday I believe that you got a howler from Lord Voldermort."

"Yes, I did," Harry said.

"Now, was it specifically to you?" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded.

"I didn't know that he know I was a parstletounge, really. I knew he was one, but I didn't know that he knew I was one. I think that he wanted to scare me, though," Harry said.

"Missus Porter, are you a parstletounge too?" he asked.

"No, I'm not, though I think my son might be," Hermione said.

"Really?" Dumbledore asked. "How so? Has he showed any parstle ability?"

"Well, um," she stammered. The truth was she didn't really want to tell him the absolute truth. "One day, we were at the zoo… and… we were at the reptile section… and… he just started hissing towards the rattlesnake. Harry understood it, so I just thought that he was a parstletounge. Harry still has yet to speak to him in parstletounge, but I think he is," she lied.

"Okay Missus Porter. I have a few questions, though. Harry, do you have anyone else besides yourself and your son that is a parstletounge?"

"Um… no," he said.

"Very well. I noticed that you have a scar on your forehead, was it from an accident?" He asked politely.

Harry suddenly got depressed. "W-well, my parents died from getting hit by a curse, and, well, yeah…"

Hermione took his hand. "It's okay, Harry."

"I'm sorry, Harry. We don't have to talk about it."

"No, it's okay. Did you have any other questions?" Harry asked.

"Yes, how exactly did you become so powerful? I know that you had children at such a young age, and being young adults yourselves, it must be very hard to have been able to have so much power."

"Actually," Harry started, "I think that it was because of my parstletounge abilities that I was able to become so powerful. Mione here, though, is just very powerful," he said, beaming at his wife.

"Oh shut up, Harry. We both know that you're much more powerful than me," she said.

"No I'm not," he said.

"Yes you are, now shut up and let Dumbledore speak."

"Yes dear."

Dumbledore chuckled silently. "Yes, well, I believe that we shall continue this meeting later. You have to teach classes soon.

"Good day Mister Porter, Missus Porter," he said.

"Good day," they said.

--0—0—

"Miss Porter! Please eat veggies!" The house-elf, Lizzie, cried out desperately.

"No green stuff!" She said running around.

"Yeah! No green flowery stuff!" James said, throwing a broccoli head at Lizzie.

"Mister Porter! Please! No throwing veggies at Lizzie!"

"No green stuff!" The twins said.

Lizzie sighed. She was going to get no where with them.

--0—0—

"I still highly doubt that they're evil," Remus said.

"B-but they got a letter from V-V-Vol—You-Know-Who!" James said.

"Yeah! And Harry is a parstletounge. The only other person that has that ability to do that is the Dark Lord!" Sirius said.

The doors opened and Harry and Hermione came in. The class instantaneously quieted down when Harry looked at them. Harry looked at them oddly, wondering why they suddenly got quiet, than realized it.

"I won't bite," he said, half seriously. No one laughed, or even chuckled. Harry rolled his eyes and went up to the board. He waved his hand over it and words appeared on the board.

"Okay," Hermione started, "we're going to let you choose what you want to learn next."

On the board, was:

ANCIENT DEFENSIVE TECHNIQUES

BOGGARTS

UNFORGIVABLES

The Marauders inwardly flinched when they read Unforgivables.

"So, who wants to do ancient defensive techniques?" Harry asked, looking at the students. Only a few raised their hands. "Err… right, only three than. How about Boggarts?" he asked. This time about five students raised their hands. "Okay, now Unforgivables?" This time, just beating the two, six students raised their hands, most of which were Slytherin.

"Okay, than we're going to be doing the Unforgivables."

"Can anyone tell us what the first Unforgivable is?" Hermione asked. Lily hesitantly raised her hand. "Yes Miss Evans?"

"The first Unforgivable curse is the imperious curse. It means total control." Hermione nodded.

"Yes." She walked over to the front of the classroom and took out a spider. "Imperio," she said. Suddenly, the spider went flying through the air. The students started to loosen up, a few even laughed. "Oh, think it's funny? How would you like it if someone cast it on you?"

No one answered.

"Good than. Total control, the only way you'd be able to fight it off is if you had enough will power to do so. I only know of one person who can do it."

James raised his hand, though he already had a good idea what the answer was going to be. Hermione motioned for him to ask. "Um, who was that one person?"

"Not was, is. Harry, actually, is the one," Hermione said. Apparently no one was surprised. He was already a parstletounge. Apparently the Slytherin's didn't believe him, since they started laughing.

"That guy? The one right there, he can pull off an Imperious curse? That's not possible," someone said.

"Oh, really? I wouldn't be too sure if I were you, Mister Snape," Hermione said. Harry gasped slightly, touching his forehead. Apparently no one, except the Marauders, noticed. He clutched his scar once more, a bit more firmly this time.

"What's wrong with him?" James asked. Sirius and Remus shrugged.

"I think he has a headache," Peter said.

"Shut up," the three said.

Now Harry was grinding his teeth, barely containing himself from screaming. He felt something on his forehead and found that he was bleeding—and the blood was black. That never happened before. Why isn't Hermione paying attention? Harry asked himself.

Remus, being the good student that he was, raised his hand. "Professor Porter, your husband is bleeding." Hermione spun around and Harry finally broke and screamed.

He fell off his chair and landed on the floor, all the while clutching his scar. Hermione ran over and pulled his head on her lap. "Harry, Harry what happened?" She asked. She saw the black blood falling from his scar and got extremely worried. That never happened before, she thought.

"Look," James said, "his blood is black." The students looked at amazement. They had no idea what to do in this predicament, so they just sat there. Lily, though, had other plans.

"Professor Porter, I'll go get Madam Pomfrey, she'll be able to help." She made a move to get up but Hermione stopped her.

"No! Harry—Harry will be alright. Just… just stay here," she instructed. She wiped the blood off his brow and started to shake him. "Harry! Fight it!" Hermione shouted.

He kept on screaming, now in parstletounge. He turned around and punched the ground, making a small crater where it was. He kept on screaming and hissing; the pain was unbearable. Blood left a trail down his cheek and down his chin, dripping on the floor.

The students were now scared. First, their teacher had black blood. Then he started thrashing around, punching the floor, all the while screaming and hissing.

After a few more minutes, the pain finally started to subside. He fell limply to the floor, the blood finally stopping.

"I-I-Is h-h-he d-de-dead?" someone asked.

Hermione shook her head. "He fought it," she whispered. Then she asked herself. "The connection is still there than." She sighed.

Harry groaned and clutched his forehead. "Dammit," he muttered. He got up, stumbling a bit, and sat in his chair. The students were still scared, wondering what the hell just happened.

Hermione sighed. She and Harry needed a talk. "Class, I know you still have nearly half an hour left, but you can go."

The class literally ran out.

Hermione conjured a rag and some alcohol to wipe the blood off. She put some on the rag and gently put it on his forehead. He hissed in response. She shushed him and started to wipe it off. After he was clean, she gave him a kiss and got rid of the rag.

"I thought we broke the connection when I killed him," Harry said quietly. Hermione sat on the desk, right in front of him.

"Well… it did. It's just that you didn't kill him… yet," she said.

"It—the scar—never started bleeding before. And-and it was black," he said. Apparently he was still shaken up by it.

"I-I know," she said. She got off the desk and hugged him. "Don't worry; we'll get rid of him." She looked at his scar and muttered "it's really red, Harry."

"I know." He held her waist and took her off him. "I—he—was really mad—or happy—about something. Either way, it's more pain for me."

"But, about what?" she asked.

"I don't know, Hermione, I don't know…"

--0—0—

Dinner time soon came and Lily moved into her room. Harry wore khaki pants and a white shirt, while Hermione wore a blue shirt and faded jeans. James wore the exact same thing as his father and Lily wore a purple dress.

"C'mon," Harry said, ushering everyone to the Great Hall.

Once they got there, everyone went quiet. Dammit, I was just getting used to not being noticed too, Harry thought. They walked up towards the Staff Table and acted as though nothing had happened.

Once again, the owls came in, soaring towards students. The same black owl cam soaring towards Harry again, carrying a howler and a letter.

Once again, all of Hogwarts became quiet. Shit, Harry thought.

The Marauders looked at Harry, scared. Now they certainly thought that Harry was working with the Dark Lord.

Harry looked at everyone and untied the letter and howler. The owl bit his finger again, making it bleed. "Stupid bird," he muttered, sucking his finger.

He read the letter first, saving the once again black howler for when he was done. He read it quietly to himself, though somehow everyone heard.

Mister Porter,

I had no idea you were a parstlemouth. Interesting discovery. I believe that you have potential to become a great death eater. Join me, Mister Porter. Join me if you want, crave, power. You shall get it with me. We would be able to rule the world.

I also understand that you have a wife and two children. Wouldn't want any harm done to them, now would you? Your wife, as you said, is extremely smart. She'd be good, no? Join me, both of you. If you join, you'd have power and guaranteed protection to your children. Unless, of course, you betray me.

You have three days,

Lord Voldermort—Dark Lord

Harry accidentally laughed in parstletounge, so he ended up hissing, scaring the students.

He passed the letter to Hermione and he read it. Her eyes bugged out. She looked at him, glaring.

He then proceeded to open the parstle-howler. It started hissing at Harry. Again, the students were scared. He started hissing back at it, though this time they went at it for about fifteen minutes until it finally fell to the table.

Daniel's eyes started to water, Hermione noticed.

Harry started hissing towards nothing and suddenly got up and punched the Staff Table, breaking it in the process. The students screamed, even some of the teachers screamed. Dumbledore looked frightened for a moment. McGonagall looked extremely frightened.

The Marauders looked at each other, thinking the same thing; Harry was very angry. They wondered, though, did it have anything to do with his 'show' during DADA today?

Harry paid no attention when the students screamed; he just picked up Daniel and stormed out of the Great Hall, not waiting for Jade or Hermione.

Hermione took the hint and picked up Jade. "Sorry," she said quietly.

"Mommy," Jade whispered, though everyone still heard.

"Yes?" Hermione asked, heading towards the exit of the Great Hall. It suddenly seemed longer than it usually did.

"Why did daddy break the table?"

"I… I don't know. Daddy will tell us later," Hermione said. Damn, since when does it take so long to get out? She asked herself.

"Daddy was really mad, mommy, why?" She asked.

"Love, I don't know," she lied. She hated lying to her daughter, but it was the only thing she could do at the moment.

They walked to the tower, where he knew Harry and Daniel would be. Once they got there, she told Lily and James to go to their rooms. They nodded and ran. Hermione went into her and Harry's room where she saw Harry pacing.

He'd already changed into flannel sweatpants and his hair was black, and his eyes emerald. Hermione took off her glamour charm and put her hands on his broad shoulders.

"Harry, stop pacing," she placated. "What happened? What was in that letter?"

"Well…"

Authors Notes: Yeah, I'm an evil bitch that just have you a cliffhanger while I'm putting this story on hiatus.

Now, right now I'm suffering from MAJOR writers block in the story. I hope to update in the near future, though one can never be too sure.

Please tell me if I should even try to continue, or if I should just abandon and delete this story.

Please, no flames. Reviews are welcome.