***Important Author Note: ***

Okies! Here's the deal. There's a part of this chapter that may wig people out. (It will give you notice when it comes up.) I just want all you to remember that this is a SNAKE we're talking about. A SNAKE that raised a HUMAN and thus is a tad confused.

Now. There comes a choice, as my readers, which you get to make. After you read this chapter I want you to review to me a 'yes' or a 'no' as to whether or not you want Nagini's plans to actually have merit or just be a snake that is very confused about human reproductive ways.

The story will go towards the majority's wishes, and in the case of a tie, then I'll be the deciding factor…but truefully, I don't know how I'd write it. But if enough people want me to, then I'll give it a shot.

This is you're warning. So no FLAMES! And if you don't read this, I'll be VERY CROSS!

Chapter Four

A few days went by with Harry reading up on all subjects. Just because he had centuries worth of knowledge, it would be stupid not to review all the information pertaining to the exams he would be taking. And I will be taking them, one way or another.

He was almost completely up to shape with all his training. In a few more days, he would be completely capable of using every fighting style he used in the future. Though it would take him much longer for his body to get used to high levels of magic and gain the proper muscle mass needed to back up some of his moves. It would be sometime before he could put his plans in motion and he hardly had anything else to do all day long, except train.

At the current moment, Harry found himself in his library again. He had just come from a long swim and nice hot shower. He had curled up on one of his comfy chairs, reviewing History of Magic. Even though he didn't have to take an exam for the material, he really didn't want to get mixed up with dates and events. Time travel could do that after all. After all he was thinking about keeping that class of his and what better way to plan and plot than to do so during the most boring subject in all of Hogwarts.

He was brought out of his book at the pecking on his window. Setting the book down, he waved his hand towards the window and let the elegant dark owl in. Summoning a few owl treats, he exchanged them for the letter the owl had delivered him.

Glancing over it, Harry smiled at the answer that Gringotts had given him. It would seem as that the Goblins decided to join him. Apparently, they were fully aware of his full inheritance. That certainly makes things easier. Now I only have to wait for the Veela High Council's and the Ministries' replies before I can move on to most of my plans.

Casting a tempus charm, Harry noted that it was around 11:00 in the morning. He knew that he couldn't make any contact with the Order or Hogwarts before he had everything sorted. Harry wondered if the old man would except his bluff and wouldn't question about no longer needing the majority of his former classes. If he didn't, however, he would just blame it on Tom; that would surely get suspicions off him for the time being. Then again, maybe I'll do something different. I suppose I'll have to wait and see how good I can deal with those idiots.

Hmm…speaking of Tom…I wonder what happened when he went back to Knockturn Alley…

Briefly thinking it over, Harry decided to test his mental strength and fortifications against the Dark Lord's mind. If something backfires than I'll just play oblivious. If not, then I'll most likely gain some great blackmail material. Cackling somewhat evilly, Harry learned back in his chair, closed his eyes and opened his mind.

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He became aware of a milky black abyss that soon gave way into an endless corridor full of doors. He noticed that some doors emitted different feelings such as amusement, anger, annoyance, and a whole bunch of other emotions. He eventually came upon a door while walking through the dark corridor that was practically vibrating with fury and annoyance. Deciding to see was would piss Voldie off so much; he opened the door and fell into darkness again.

The first thing that came to Harry was the sound of someone quite irritated, clearing his throat. A loud crash followed and a timid, fidgeting short man came up to the front desk that had materialized with the rest of the store; it reminded Harry of how memories came into view while looking in a Pensieve. Recognizing it as the Dark Arts bookstore he was in when he went to Knockturn Alley, Harry decided this should be amusing.

"Yes?" The owner all but squeaked at his customer, still slightly shaking in his nervousness. I see that man is still pathetic…or perhaps this was before I came to the store…

"I am here for some books." The cold voice sounded from the other occupant in the room. The tall man gestured towards his red eyes and continued. "I believe that you are aware of which ones." Oh, this should be good.

The short man paled drastically and began sweating heavily. "Books?" He squeaked again. I never imagined I would get to see this when I decided to stroll through Tom's head!

"Yesss." The red-eyed figure hissed out, glaring at the pathetic looking man before him.

"Y-You want-t that p-particular s-set of b-books?" The twitching store owner asked in a high pitched stutter. Great, another Quirrell…One would think that being a powerful wizard that I am, I'd appreciate the terrified stutter of quivering morons…but I just can't seem to stand it. It drives me nuts and I'm so blaming Quirrell for it. The man couldn't even stutter correctly! Ruined the whole thing for me!

"That is what I came here for. Now do try to stop avoiding giving them to me." The shadowed, crimson-eyes man said as he glared more at the almost whimpering man in front of him. The glare intensified as the store owner started to remind the Dark Lord of a certain distasteful rat. Oh! Wormtail! I can't believe I almost forgot about him. There's another one to put on my Torture-And-Kill list…though one would need Voldie on that list if they blamed Wormtail for my parents' deaths…then again…Voldie's insane. Wormtail's not. Then again, that bitch Bellatrix is insane too…Gah! I'll deal with my morals later!

"Forgive me, my lord!" The store owner cried out as he prostrated himself on the floor in front of the powerful dark wizard. "I thought he was you!" The blubbering mass of flesh whimpered pathetically. Did he seriously just do that? Way to attract attention you stuttering idiot who can't even tell the Boy-Who-Lived from the bloody Dark Lord.

"Explain. Now." The Dark Lord ordered in a tone conveyed barely restrained anger. Oh~! Someone's gonna get it~!

"Another came, my lord. Before you; he held himself like a Lord and had a powerful aura. He…he was a parselmouth, my lord!" One could tell the owner rushed out his explanation as fast as he could; self-preservation and all. The whimpering started up again as the store owner thought of his plight. So…will Voldie think it's me that 'stole' his precious books?

"Parselmouth…?" The Dark Lord looked on at the pathetic blob of flesh and bone that was quivering before him. "Hmm." He said slightly to himself as he looked off in thought. Well, all I feel is confusion and curiosity; bit different from the massive anger that was radiating from this memory before. Guess I shocked it out of him – Ah! There it is again!

"Regardless, it was you're error. I will spare your pathetic life; but I warn you if you speak of this to anyone you won't be so lucky again. Spare his life? Huh…that's not very Dark Lordish… "However, due to your failure you will be punished. Hopefully you will learn better from now on. Crucio!"

Well, that's more like it. Even infuriated like he is, he still not yelling or screaming in anger, wouldn't the insane do that…? Harry thought as he looked on at the store owner being tortured. Whatever the case may be, it's time to go back I suppose.

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Thinking at what he just saw and his new found ability of getting into Voldemort's head undetected, Harry smirked in amusement. Well…I was hoping for a bit more blackmail material but I suppose I could still use what I saw. I wonder what I should do next…?

Getting out of his chair and stretching some, he started towards the library when he heard a tapping to his side. He headed over to his window he could gaze and promptly opened it to let in a gorgeous brown owl that almost glittered gold in certain angles of the light.

"Hello there. Aren't you a beautiful one?" Harry cooed to the owl as he summoned some owl treats to the elegant beauty. Harry then acquired the owl's letter, noticing the Veela High Council's seal, and opened it while the brown owl flew off, having delivered its load.

After taking a moment to read the response, he was not at all surprised to note the Veela High Council's distrust in him. He had expected to have a bit of a letter game, with trust being at the forefront; not at all surprising with how magical creatures were treated now. Harry grabbed some parchment, ink and a quill and started to write his response. He decided to write more about trust and neutrality, and expected another letter to come back with more political maneuvering.

Well…now to continue on with my plans. I think I should go to the Ministry, just in case they decided to go against my plans and avoid owling me. One can never be too careful after all. Harry thought with a smirk as he decided to get ready.

After a long, relaxing bath and dressing, Harry stood in front of his mirror contemplating a change in look. He would, of course, need his Rune tattoos again and he thought he might get an earring like he had before as well, but those would be later. He had already fixed his eyesight so that wouldn't be on his makeover agenda. So that left his hair, he really wanted to do something about his hair.

Let's see, definitely longer. Harry adjusted his hair to just brush against his shoulders. Hmm…maybe some layers? Adjusting some more, he finally settled on his hair framing his face, instead of the curtain of hair he had. It was far shorter in the front, coming just to ears, but stayed brushing his shoulders in the back. Perhaps some color? Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on his hair, after a moment he opened his eyes once again, smiling slightly as he looked at his now silver and gold streaked hair. This will do for now, after all wouldn't want to be mistaken for a Slytherin lover at this point in time. That would definitely cause problems. This way, I'll have gold to represent the 'Light' and silver to represent the 'Dark.' Now onto the Ministry.

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"…Damn."

/What is it now, Tom?/ Nagini asked, exasperated at her snakeling's behavior. She, after all, had been delighted to see her Tom back in teenage form.

/Why don't you call me Master anymore, Nagini?/ The Dark Lord asked his familiar, ready to curse anyone who would dare say he was pouting.

/Look in a mirror./ Nagini replied with a snake grin. /I've been debating whether or not I should have you call me 'mummy' again. I've so missed that. Oh! Please Tom! Say you will!/

Any reply Voldemort could have made was incapable of coming out of a now gaping mouth. She's gone mad. He thought as he looked at his snake's hopeful gaze. /No way in Hell./ He replied dryly.

Nagini smirked as much as a snake could. /I'll get you to call me mummy once again, one way or another./

/…it will never happen./ The Dark Lord stated somewhat hesitantly, he would never admit that his familiar just unnerved him. /Dark Lords do not call anyone 'mummy'./

/We'll see./ Nagini replied as Voldemort put on his darkest robes. /Off to torture some of your minions?/ She asked with exasperation. /One would think you would get bored of that after awhile…/

/Not now Nagini./ The Dark Lord responded as he stalked out of the room in irritation.

/Hmph. That's no way to treat your mummy, Tom./ Nagini grumbled with a huff as she slithered out of her snakeling's study. /Bad snakeling./

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~Sometime Later~

Merlin they can't do anything right! Voldemort thought in frustration and annoyance. He had been sitting here listening to his Death Eaters beg for mercy due to their latest incompetence. Luckily for them, he was a bit more concerned and preoccupied about hiding his new 'condition' than to really pay attention to their failures.

"My Lord!" Bellatrix Lestrange cried out in glee. "Let me punish them! Let me punish them!"

Sighing slightly underneath his breath, Voldemort turned slightly to his most loyal follower. Wincing under his robes and hooded cape, the Dark-Lord-Turned-Teenager remembered once again that Bellatrix was also his most insane follower as well. Maybe Nagini was right…I just don't feel like torture anymore…Not even Bellatrix torturing other Death Eaters is still appealing.

"No." Voldemort stated sternly. "Leave them Bellatrix. You are all dismissed." He then got up and started towards the door. "Leave." He commanded as he left.

Perhaps…I should do some thinking about everything…

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Silly Tom. Doesn't think I won't make him call me mummy again. He's a young snakeling. He needs his mummy. Nagini thought with a pout. Well…I would pout if I could. That's the trouble with raising human hatchlings; you start to wish you could have more facial expressions…

Nagini slithered down the corridor, trying to find any Death Eaters she could scare. Hatchlings… She halted suddenly at that thought. That's what I need, more hatchlings about. Still…no other snake would want a human snakeling and my Tom's not going anywhere; he still needs his mummy.

Curling up a bit on a rug she found in front of one of the manner's fire places, Nagini contemplated how she could get hatchlings. After some minutes, she practically giggled in glee. Tom can make hatchlings! I'll be a grandmummy! …Or at least that's what I think is the correct human term…Now, how to get Tom to mate. Nagini thought with much concentration.

No one here is a good mate for my snakeling. They pride themselves with purity of blood and my Tom's a half-blood, but most are insane or have been tortured too much anyways. The ones that are left have hatchlings of their own as well…

Nagini curled up into herself some more, trying to get warmer and basking in the heat of the fire. His mate must be a young snakeling so they wouldn't have hatchlings of their own and then they should be around the same physical age as Tom is now.

His mate must be powerful and have a proper build for breeding. Can't be blond, Tom doesn't like blonds. I'm surprised that he keeps the Malfoys around. Hmm. Fast, fast is good, and with proper instincts.

Nagini uncurled herself as she had been properly warmed. She slithered out of the room to find her snakeling to talk to. Talk to…I would want to talk to Tom's future mate…they should be able to speak with snakes… Nagini paused briefly at this thought. Potter…can speak with snakes…

...Potter...Potter could do...

Tom and Potter would make good hatchlings; strong, powerful hatchlings! Nagini bobbed her head in agreement with herself, and then continued on her way to find her snakeling. Potter will be Tom's mate. I won't tell my snakeling yet. I must first get them together. Then I can tell Tom that he will make great hatchlings with Potter. That way Tom will have to agree; strong hatchlings are important!*

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"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic! Please state your name and purpose of your visit!"

"Harry Potter. Examinations."

"Have a good day!" The annoyingly perky Ministry voice said as a small badge appeared with Harry's name on it and his purpose for visiting.

That voice really gets annoying after a while, and to think they don't change it for centuries…With a sigh, Harry walked into one of the Ministry's lifts and punched the button for the Department of Magical Education.

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"Albus!" A voice cried out in a rush as a young man came stumbling out of the floo network.

"Yes?" Dumbledore replied in surprise at seeing one of his Ministry Order members rush out of the green fire like it was actually burning him.

"Sir! Harry Potter is at the Ministry of Magic!"

"WHAT?!"

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"I wonder what Dumbles is doing now?" Harry muttered half-absently. I should hurry, no doubt one of his Ministry Order members have told him already.

"Hmm…Perhaps I shall have some fun while I'm here. I think a little game of Hide and Seek should do the trick." We could even play Tag! With that last thought, Harry practically burst out laughing at the mental images it conjured up. I can see it now, Dumbles frantically running around the Ministry, holding up is horrendously eye-sore robes like a woman would hold up a long dress.

As the lift dinged at his designated floor, the so-called Savior of the Wizarding World thought to himself, oh, it's just getting started Dumbles; and I can't wait!

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"How long has Potter been at the Ministry?!" Albus Dumbledore practically shouted at the fumbling and out of breath Order member in front of him.

"Ju-ust a f-few minut-tes, s-sir!" The Ministry official puffed out as he tried to regain his breath.

"Why are you still here?! Get back to the Ministry and restrain Potter until I get there!" Dumbledore snarled out. What the bloody hell is that wretched boy doing at the Ministry?! I thought that hoax about Mastery level exams was just that, a hoax!

"B-But-"

"But what?" Albus snapped out, un-used to people not immediately following his orders.

"But I don't have that kind of power, sir!"

"Just do it!" Hogwart's Headmaster shouted in impatient fury. "NOW!"

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"Hmm. Where to next?" Harry asked himself as he walked through the corridors of the Magical Education Department. "Ah! There."

Clearing his throat as he walked into the Examinations Office, he stopped suddenly when he felt a tingle on the back of his neck. For some reason I feel that Dumbles is on his way here and quite mad. I know my instinct levels are high, but this is ridiculous. It's probably just my common sense making me alert. With a soft snort, he reanalyzed that thought. Mad in more ways than one, that one is.

"Ah! Sir! Mr. Harry Potter, Sir!" The secretary cried out in surprise.

With a suppressed eye roll, Harry greeted the secretary and inquired about the examinations he decided to take. Hmm, that feeling is getting worse, and I've learned by now to trust my instincts and my brain. Better get on with the manipulating of Ministry officials…and oh, won't that be fun. Harry thought sarcastically, knowing full well how dull most Ministry workers are. Can't really blame Lucius Malfoy for finding a way to vent his frustrations his job is sure to fill him with. Not that I think he found the best way. "Far from it…"

"I'm sorry, sir? Did you say something?" The secretary asked as he was being lead to his first examiner. The secretary had informed him that since it was summer and he was the Boy-Who-Lived, they had made an exception and he now had appointments for all his exams that very day. The joys of being a celebrity…

"No, just mumbling to myself. Which exam am I scheduled for first?"

"Apparating, sir."

"Lovely." The Boy-Who-Lived said, falsely cheerful. Must he constantly call me sir…

"Here we are. Mr. Lamgon, your appointment is here." The nameless secretary announced as he once again turned his sparkly eyes full of hero worship on Harry.

With a suppressed shiver, Harry walked through the door and greeted Mr. Lamgon. Bloody hero worship.

"Ah! Mr. Potter, a pleasure." Lamgon greeted the him cheerfully. "I'm glad that the Ministry agreed to let you get your license. You can never be too careful these days."

"Quite." Harry charmingly replied, with a small smile. "I, too, am glad that our esteemed Ministry was able to understand the importance of such a thing." I'm too good of an actor, I almost wish he could hear the hidden sarcasm.

"Yes! Yes! It's such an honour!"

"Indeed it is." Harry replied smoothly. Operation Act-Like-A-Malfoy is a go! "I was wondering something Mr. Lamgon."

"Oh?"

"Yes, you see I've been quite bored at my home; my family had some business to attend to and asked me to watch the house. I, of course, naturally agreed, after all they are my family. Yet it has gotten quite boring with the lack of scenery, I don't suppose we could take this examination and my others at different parts of the Ministry. It would be such a blessing for a little change."

"Oh! Ah-Well, I'm sure we could work something out! After all, you're Harry Potter!" Joy.

"That's such a relief; I look forward to seeing more of our great Ministry."

"Yes! Yes! We could incorporate a tour while you take your examinations! After all, you're the Boy-Who-Lived; you'll probably be working at the Ministry at some point!"

"Lovely."

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"He's left the Department of Magical Education!"

"What?! Why would he do that?! You said he's here for testing!" Albus grounded out, trying to keep his grandfather-like appearance in the Ministry of Magic.

"My information…might be unreliable, sir…"

"How so?" Dumbledore stressed out.

"Well…you could say-oh, what do Muggles call it? Ah! – it was information derived from – ah – 'water cooler chat?'"

"You got your information from gossip?" Dumbledore asked almost disbelievingly.

"Well, only what Mr. Potter might be here for. The logs say he's at the Ministry, and his purpose was for examinations. But it's gossip to what type of tests he's talking, sir."

"Just find him." Albus practically snarled out as he hurriedly walked towards the Department of Magical Education. "I'll find out what he's up to!"

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After passing his Apparation test with flying colors, Mr. Lamgon introduced Harry to Ms. Aliz, his Charms examiner. After some time to explain Harry predicament to the examiners, they all agreed a tour was in order.

"Right this way, Mr. Potter." Ms. Aliz gestured down the corridor with her hand. "This is the Department of Mysteries. We won't be able to spend much time down here, so let's get your test underway."

"Alright." Harry replied with grace. It's a good thing I've had so long to grieve, or I might not have been able to handle it down here.

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"Well?" Albus asked almost impatiently. He had found out that the boy was taking OWL, NEWT and Mastery level exams, but couldn't figure out for the life of him, how the brat had gotten that level of education. Merlin, if that boy turns into another Tom Riddle…though Tom was always secretive, this brat seems to be flaunting it into my face.

"He was last seen heading to the Department of Mysteries!"

"Then why are we here?!"

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After he once again passed his test with flying colors, Ms. Aliz brought him back to the Department of Magical Education. His examiner was gracious enough to take him in a roundabout tour back to her employed Department; something Harry was grateful about, since he had no doubt that Dumbles was on his trail.

"Here we are Mr. Potter. You're all set in Charms and I must say you've gotten your mother's talent. She was a bit of a legend in Charms."

"I'm glad you think so. I'm always being told how much I'm like my father. It's nice to know I have some noticeable aspects from my mother." Harry replied happily. Truly appreciating the praise for the same reason he stated. And I mean every word too.

"Yes, Lily Potter was quite brilliant in charms. Well it's off to your next appointment. Mr. Aliz for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Family?"

"Yes, my older brother. Not much for a rule bender though. I hope you enjoyed your tour of the Department of Mysteries. Not many people get to go there."

"Yes I did, very much. I do appreciate it."

"No problem." Ms. Aliz stated presently with a grin.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. I see you're finally here."

Snape much? And here I thought I was taking DADA now instead of Potions.

"I will be taking you to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement where you will be given your exams. I will of course cater to your celebrity stats and show you around; then take you to the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes for your Potions exams." Mr. Aliz stated dryly, with a hint of sarcasm.

That explains it. Defense AND potions.

"Roger!" Ms Aliz patronized. "Don't be like that!"

"I'll be like that to anyone who gets special treatment, come along Potter!" Roger Aliz snarled as he swooped down the corridor.

"Sir." Harry answered as he followed. Maybe he's related to Snape…it would explain a lot...

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"Now where is he?" Dumbledore asked hesitantly due to being out of breath.

They had heard that Potter was back at the Department of Magical Education after they had practically searched every inch of the Department of Mysteries.

"Um, well the secretary says he went to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement some time ago."

"Again I ask, why are we standing around here?!" Albus cried out in annoyance.

"Sir? What if we-"

"Come on!" Dumbledore cut the poor official off as he started rushing off.

"But sir!"

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After the ever eventful and joyful time spending with Mr. Aliz, Harry had finally aced his DADA and Potions exams. I think I might actually like Snape better than this guy…that's really saying something…

"Potter."

"Yes sir?"

"This is Mr. Ellone."

"Pleasure." The Boy-Who-Lived said cheerfully, half to piss of Mr. Aliz and half because he was finally getting away from Mr. Aliz.

"Always. Please come with me. I'll be taking you to the Department of International Magical Cooperation for your Arithmancy and Magic Runes exams."

"Thank you Mr. Aliz, for your time."

"Hn."

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"We are once again back at the Department of Magical Education…and Potter is STILL MISSING!" Dumbledore practically screamed into the corridor as his order member sighed softly.

They were both out of breath after coming back from two other Departments. Once they had gotten to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, they had found out that Potter was no longer there, but was in fact at the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. By the time they searched that entire Department, they were informed that Mr. Potter had gone back to the Department of Magical Education.

"Excuse me, Headmaster." The secretary to their right timidly caught their attention. "I believe that Mr. Potter is at the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

"Ah. Yes. Thank you miss. We must be going now." Dumbledore managed to reply after collecting himself.

"But sir! Couldn't we just stay-"

"Come along! I don't want to miss him again!"

"Never mind."

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After acing his next two exams and headed back to the Department of Magical Education he was getting some odd looks. Just let them speculate.

"Mr. Potter I'm truly impressed at your level of knowledge. You didn't even take either of those two subjects in school even! Most impressive!"

"Thank you. I study hard during the summers; after all I wouldn't be much of a savior if I just fooled around. I wish I had been able to fool around in my summers…damn Dursleys. Damn Dumbledore.

"Ah, yes; very admirable, Mr. Potter. Well I must be off. This is Mrs. Starr, she'll be your Transfiguration examiner."

"It's an honor."

"You do know who to charm, don't you? Well come on then, we're off to the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I've heard you're quite the Quidditch player; do try to pay attention."

"Yes, ma'am. I won't be distracted."

"Hm. Very well."

Perhaps this one's related to Professor McGonagall…She's definitely stern and I have a feeling a bit fair as well.

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After getting back from the Department of International Magical Cooperation, they had finally started catching up to Potter. Arriving back at the Department of Magical Education, the secretary had informed the Headmaster that Mr. Potter was currently at the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

"Sir? Couldn't we just-"

"No time Anders! Come along!" Dumbledore cut off his Order member and practically ran towards the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

"At least I'm getting some exercise…"

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"Well Mr. Potter, you have your father's same knack for Transfiguration. Well done."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Not a problem, I give praise where praise is earned. Now, Mrs. Heran will assist you in your exams for Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. Good day Mr. Potter."

"Good day."

"Now before we head off," Mrs. Heran started up, drawing Harry's attention. "We'll be going to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

"Lead the way." Harry replied graciously. I have a feeling I'm not going to like this one…

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"What do you mean he's gone, again?!" Dumbledore yelled at Mr. Anders. The poor Ministry employee sighed at being yelled at once again. "How could we have missed him, again?!"

I didn't realize how unbalanced Albus Dumbledore really is until this little fiasco…maybe I should have stayed neutral…Anders thought to himself somewhat depressingly. No doubt if I tried to leave the Order, who knows what Dumbledore would do...

"ANDERS! COME ALONG!"

Wonder what's going to be in the paper tomorrow, due to all this racket we're making here…

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"Thank you Mrs. Herran." Thank Merlin we're finished. I don't know how much longer I could have stayed on that level.

"It was a pleasure Mr. Potter. You're skills are quite impressive, and I don't think I've ever had someone take my exams with such knowledge!"

"You flatter me. I just studied, I'm sure others would do as well."

"So modest!" Mrs. Herran gushed out with a giggle. "Since you're exams are all completed, I'm afraid that Ministry regulations state you must be off now dearie."

"That's alright, I've had a grand time. The tours were a great way to experience a change of scenery and a nice break in between exams." Harry replied charmingly. "I'll be off now, do tell your Department that I appreciated all that they've done."

"Will do, now you go home and get some dinner. I don't believe you had much for lunch, and it's been such a long day for you."

"Thank you, I'll see to that. Goodbye Mrs. Herran."

"Goodbye, dearie."

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"Mr. Anders, could you care to explain why we spent the ENTIRE DAY chasing Mr. Potter around the Ministry of Magic, and not once did we catch up to him?!"

"Well, sir…he seemed to have charmed all his examiners except Mr. Aliz, who just glared at me until I left him alone…"

Growling, Albus stormed out of the Order meeting, leaving a stunned group of Order members.

"What just happened?" Tonks spoke up.

"It seems that Albus doesn't like Harry being out of his control." Remus replied.

"Marauder spirit, maybe?" Tonks asked again in reference to the Boy-Who-Lived's latest actions.

"More like Slytherin spirit." Mr. Anders spoke up with a tired tone.

"Slytherin? What do you mean?" McGonagall asked curiously, after all Harry Potter was a Gryffindor.

"He pulled a 'Lucius Malfoy'" Anders replied with a sigh. "When I said charmed, I do mean charmed. I think he knew completely what he was doing and was playing with us."

"Impossible." Severus harshly commented from one of the shadowed corners.

"You weren't there." Anders insisted.

"…"

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AN: Just to make some things clear and give tidbits of information…

- Matchmaking snakes…What's the world coming to, ne?

- If the rest of this chapter is a bit confusing, then just tell me and I'll do what I can to switch it around.

AN 2: Sorry for not updating. I actually had planned to update earlier than this but somehow that didn't work out. (Probably had to do with getting myself injured and doped up on pain meds…) However, this chapter is a bit longer than I normally do so I tried to make up for it.

AN 3: With all of the original characters that I came up with for this chapter, do you, as readers, want any to come back?

AN 4: Remember! A 'yes' or a 'no'!!!!!

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spiralgal - Did you ever find that story you were looking for? I'd be interested in reading it.

Basill - Thanks. 3

SchwarzShifter - Aw that's so sweet. I'm sure there are faults though. But I'm a bit of a logical perfectionist....and I do research for information that I need. Probably helps.

Fire Dolphin - I shall endeavor to update quicker.

sexy fox 101 - Hmm...Harry's and Voldie's meeting should be coming up soon...maybe in a few chapters. I might make it sooner though.

Barranca - Good guess. But I'm not telling yet. :P I don't think Voldie can actually accept that Harry stole his books. He's a bit in denial right now.

brightsun89 - Will try to do so more often!

Corpium - Thanks! 3

Grimmy - I hope it stays that way.

-MoonxStar- - Right!

yaoifangrl4ever - I seriously have trouble believing in the way J.K. made Harry and that Harry actually came out the victor...or even being a hero in the first place. That's why I make Harry more plausible to be hero-type person; at least power and intelligence wise. He's going to be in the grey for a while, while he decides what to do with whom and the wizarding world. As for Remy and Tonks, I think they'll be more open to it than others.

Fox Loves Shinigami - Slytherin Rules! There must always be reasons, or then it's too predictable and boring.

TJeanetteT - Thanks. 3

VMLynn400488 - There will be a relationship down the road, and Dumbles is going down.

Insanity-Red - Aw. ::hugs:: About the soap opera thing, it really did. But I'd be interested in watching it. :P

Luna - As you've probably read, Dumbles thought it was a hoax...he doesn't really pay attention to the Ministry unless he wants something. As for Tom, he's back to being 17 again. 3

InzanityRulz - Nah no puberty. I'm not that mean.

GinaStar - Yup! 3

LittleMrsAdams - Nagini's always left out! She needs more fans!

peruser - Exactly.

cobraqueen17 - Sorry about the length...it's actually long for me, but I completely see your point of view.

itachisgurl93 - Yup!

spotty - Glad you like it! I agree, a lot of fics are of the kidnap variety.

Aelirenn - Exactly my thoughts; and he totally is fun to pick on. I love my Nagini too, we should create a I-Love-Nagini Club! : )

Gemini Perevell - 3

Thanks everyone for the reviews!!!

(Take note, that I base my responses to the reviews per each chapter, so if you reviewed on another chapter I might miss you.)