A/N: Hello, people! I'm surprised at how many people like this fic! Usually OCs have people running for the hills and you always get that dumbass flamer that is all 'Mary Sue~!'. Like, your OC can be paralyzed from the waist down, blind in one eye, dying of Cancer, and being abused by their mother, and still the flamer would be spouting shit about how your OC is too overpowered and mary sueish!

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The next week was filled with whispers of Harry and Lily Potter. People wanted to know where the fairy had come from. Dumbledore didn't seem pleased to hear about what she taught the class. He even told every painting and portrait in the castle to keep an eye out for her just in case. He even told the students to disregard what they had heard, but the ball had already been rolling and there was no stopping it.

The Slytherins had taken that lesson to heart it seemed and told their entire House. Apparently, Theodore Nott had the best recollection of all of them and he was put on the spot to explain the entire class period to the rest of Slytherin House.

The fact that a Light witch had been willing to 'sink so low' and use the Dark Arts just to save her son, seemed to have their attention the most. They looked at Harry more closely now. They watched his every move, calculating everything in his life.

The Gryffindors had been a bit unnerved about the information. Hermione, Ron, and Neville were the only Gryffs in their years that seemed to be okay with it. The rest skirted nervously around Harry. Fred and George thought it was awesome. Their Quidditch Team thought nothing of it. Percy was more focused on his studies and didn't have time to worry about something that happened eleven years ago. Ginny and Colin saw nothing wrong with it. But the rest, they weren't so calm.

Some had been reared by strictly Light families and were told that using Blood Magic was a big no-no. Some of them even whispered about whether Harry was possibly touched by Dark Arts since it was used on him.

When he heard that, he had to step in with, "The Killing Curse is considered Dark Arts, so even if she never used the ritual, I would have been touched anyway." No one could say anything after that.

The Ravenclaws were found in the Library in huge groups, whispering questions to each other. Each had a book on magic and after four days, they determined that Lily Potter was sensible and that most of them would do the same for any of their family members.

Harry received sympathy from the Hufflepuffs, which was surprising considering they were usually easily frightened. Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott sent him small smiles and told him that his mother was a brave woman. He knew that already, but it was nice to know that other people realized it. That people were finally realizing that Harry had done nothing that night and that he wasn't some Boy-Who-Lived, he was just Harry.

Besides the hype about Varix, Lockhart had been put off when he learned of what happened and tried to spin a tale on how she was too enamored with him to stay around. No one believed him.

Also, he remembered his promise to give Harry 'lessons' on fame.

Hermione thought it would be 'educational' and he simply looked at her in silence until it was time for him to met the annoying blonde.

When he reached Lockhart's classroom, he was nearly bowled over by Draco Malfoy and Snape. Lockhart was waving them from the room, eyes lighting up when seeing Harry.

"Harry! You're just in time! Ready for your lessons?!"

Malfoy's head snapped around and even Snape looked interested, if only mildly. "Why does Potter get special lessons?"

He seriously had no idea what he just did. Harry's face morphed into a very innocent grin that belied nothing of the inner glee he felt. Time to make Malfoy suffer!

He gave Lockhart this look and asked, "Oh, Malfoy wants to join us, professor. Do you think he could?" Harry made sure and bat his lashes three times more than necessary.

Lockhart caved in seconds, "Oh alright! Mr. Malfoy, you can join us. Come, Harry! Much to be done!"

The man turned and headed back into the classroom.

Malfoy turned to Harry, "Why do you want me to join you, Potter?" He was suspicious.

Harry grabbed into Draco's hand and smirked, "Because if I must suffer lessons on fame, I'll take you down with me."

The realization in those stormy grey eyes was enough to make him cackle a few times. Ignoring Snape, Harry pulled the struggling Slytherin into the room and shut the door behind them.

The lesson was a long one. And Malfoy glared at him with every chance he got. He smiled serenely in return.

An hour later, they went their separate ways, Malfoy scrubbing at his arm where Lockhart had touched him multiple times.

Harry laughed on his way up to the Common Room. Hermione and Ron were sitting in front of the fireplace and he joined them, telling them of his lesson and what he did to Malfoy.

Ron was over the moon about it and Hermione rolled her eyes. "At least you are getting into mischief that won't get you into trouble. This is good. And very devious of you," she smiled lightly.

The next morning, Harry was awoken by a very unpleasant looking Oliver Wood, whose eyes looked bloodshot and hair was ruffled if only a little bit.

"Wazzup?" Harry mumbled, wiping the drool from his mouth in the process.

"Quidditch practice!" Wood whispered loudly.

Harry's body froze in place and he turned to look at the window, which was hard to see due to no light coming in from it. Meaning that it was dark outside. Meaning that Oliver had woken him up before dawn, which was around six up at Hogwarts.

Harry glared at his Quidditch Captain. "You will suffer for this."

Oliver paid him no mind, rushing from the Dormitory while telling him to hurry on up.

Harry pulled himself out of bed, shivering at the chill in the air. He opened the armoire and pulled out his loaned robes from the school. He couldn't very well keep them, could he?

Once he was vaguely awake, he grabbed both Nimbus brooms from his trunk and made his way from the dormitory. Right as he was halfway out the portrait hole, Colin came running down the stairs, brandishing his camera in one hand and a photograph in the other.

"I finished it Harry! I wanted to show you!" he smiled, shoving the picture under Harry's nose.

It was of he and Lockhart, though Lockhart was struggling to pull him into the frame and his hands were clutching the side, trying to pull away. Lockhart released photograph Harry and just smiled up at the living Gryffindors. There was no more sign of the other Harry anywhere. Even in photograph form he didn't want to be in the spotlight. Spot on.

"Will you sign it?" Colin asked hopefully.

"I've got to get to Quidditch practice, Colin. Wood will kill me if I'm late."

That was a turnaround. Colin stuffed the photo into his robes and said, "I'll come! I can get some good photos of you on a broom while I'm at it!"

Knowing that getting rid of the bubbly blonde was a lost cause, Harry shrugged and allowed himself to be followed all the way down to the Quidditch Pitch, Colin asking all sort of questions about Quidditch and Harry answering to the best of his ability.

Colin broke off to go to the stands where he'd get a good view.

Harry walked up behind the assembled team and when Oliver turned to him, his jaw dropped.

Harry held up the Nimbus 2000 up and said, "I figured that the rest of you can take turns using it. I've got a new one."

The only problem, was there were six other players and only three of them would have a chance to use the broom during games, since each House only played three games.

Wood fell upon Harry instantly, pressing a kiss - A LITERAL KISS - to his lips. Harry was frozen in place, even as Oliver moved away, talking about how they would trounce the other Houses.

Fred and George were laughing at Harry's shocked face.

"Don't worry, he does that after something spectacular happens," Fred - at least he thought it was Fred - assured him.

Oliver spent the next ten minutes talking about strategy. Fred and George had fallen asleep in that time frame and had to be kicked away by Alicia.

They finally got on their brooms, Fred being the first to try the Nimbus 2000 and nearly plummeting to the ground at the difference in speed. He had to got through some trial runs before finally getting a hang of it.

Oliver began directing them in new moves to do. Harry learned the Plumpton Pass and the Wronski Feint. Though the feint wasn't actually done because it could only be done by extremely skilled people, Harry at least knew what to do. He swore to practice it when no one was around to scold him.

The Nimbus passed hands quickly, people getting used to it.

An hour later, their practice was interrupted by Slytherin. Conveniently, Hermione Ron had appeared as well, to see if they would be coming to breakfast any time soon.

Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Captain, led his team into the Pitch. The Gryffindors immediately met their challenging stares. It was Alicia's gasp that got Harry's attention. She was staring at the brooms.

The entire Slytherin team had Nimbus 2001 broomsticks.

Harry was able to put two and two together when he noticed Malfoy's short blonde head in the middle of the group of burly Slytherins. His father bought him his way into the team. Or threatened, seeing as Harry didn't know the man at all.

"What are you doing here, Flint?" Wood demanded, arms crossed.

"Easy, Wood. I've a note from Professor Snape."

Flint handed over a roll of parchment and Oliver took it quickly, scanning it with fierce eyes. "I take it you're training Malfoy then?"

"Yes."

Malfoy smirked, "And I'm not all that's new this year," he said, running a hand along the shaft of his broom.

Hermione, who had finally gotten close enough, scoffed, "And yet we all know that you'll lose because you had to buy your way onto the team, meaning all you have going for you is money. You were basically used to make the Slytherin team's chances better."

She had a point. Malfoy had been terrible during Flying class last year. Everything he claimed to know had been wrong and he argued with Madam Hooch for too long over it.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "How dare you talk to me like that, you filthy little Mudblood!"

Hermione gave no reaction, unlike the Gryffindor who gasped in horror. Harry's head simply tilted to the side, "He just called you the name of a Muggle sweet," he lied easily. Malfoy's face turned confused. "Oh Merlin! Plot twist: Malfoy actually loves Muggles and secretly hoards Muggle artifacts!"

Laughs broke through the Pitch, leaving Malfoy gaping and the Slytherin team staring at Harry like he was crazy. Harry simply grinned and mumbled to Hermione that he'd tell her later, what had happened.

"Oliver, we practiced for an hour, can we leave now? Food will be ready and if they want to waste their breakfast time, then let them," Harry said, pulling the eyes that Varix had told him were lethal.

Oliver sighed, "I suppose. But only this time."

Harry flashed him a dazzling smile and took both his broom in hand. "Thanks!" He gestured for Hermione and Ron to follow him. Ron was still choking on his laughter.

"What is a Mudblood?" Hermione asked after they were in the clear.

Ron sighed, sobering quickly. "An insult for those born of two Muggle parents. It means 'bad blood' or even, 'unworthy'. Wizards like Malfoy's family think they're the best because they are Pureblooded. I mean, being Pureblooded doesn't mean anything. Look at Neville and I. He can barely stand upright and I can't remember to tie my shoelaces half the time."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, blood doesn't matter in the least, Hermione. Forget Malfoy. He's petty and a twat."

"Harry!" Hermione hissed, smacking him in the arm. "What did Varix tell you?"

"I told him no cussing until he was fourteen," came the voice of the very person from behind them.

Harry winced and turned to see her frowning at him.

"Mouth open," she instructed.

Reluctantly, he did so, knowing what was coming.

She snapped her fingers and the taste of soap filling his mouth. He gagged a bit, but closed up and waited. One minute of soap in the mouth every time he cursed. So far, he'd only done it once before, but he hoped he'd remember in the future.

She gave a nod and snapped her fingers again, making the flavor go away.

"Good. Now, time for breakfast."

She disappeared into her 'watch' form, letting the Gryffindors continue on their way to the castle.

Hemrione handed him his bag, which he took liberty of filling for him, and Ron had grabbed his uniform, robes, shoes, and pants. He stopped into the lavatory and changed quickly, with Varix moving to Hermione's wrist until he came out, fresher than before.

"I wish I was clean."

A snap sounded and he felt clean once more.

"Thank you."

"No prob. Eat."

During breakfast, Harry received a letter from Hagrid. An invitation for tea on Saturday. Hermione and Ron agreed and he sent Hedwig off with a reply.

Seeing the great owl take flight, made Harry think. He could be getting more than little snippets of mail. He could actually be ordering things to use for class or even books to read on Quidditch tactics!

His mind thought of what Oliver would say if Harry pulled out a move that he hadn't been taught in front of the team. What would it be like? He was excited.

But how would he do it? Maybe…

Harry grinned, an idea coming to him instantly. Pushing his plate aside, he pulled out a sheet of parchment and his fountain pen. He began writing, trying to be as neat as could in such little time.

Once finished, he whispered to his 'watch', "Could you take this to Silverfang for me?"

Varix and the letter disappeared immediately and Harry went back to his breakfast, sending a wink to his friends. He'd show them later.

They visited Hagrid that Saturday and he proudly showed them his monstrous pumpkins. "They'll be ready for the Halloween Feast!" Hagrid said, casting a small glance at his pink umbrella.

Harry snorted. Hagrid wasn't supposed to do magic, but that didn't stop him from doing it. Hermione gave them a disapproving look, but said nothing thankfully.

"Yeh jus' missed Lockhart. He was tryin' ter tell me 'ow to grow my pumpkins," Hagrid huffed. "The sodden fool, wouldn' know a thin' abou' growin' anythin' besides 'is 'air."

Ron and Harry laughed uproariously while Hermione glared.

"Professor Lockhart is a wonderful teacher!" she protested.

"Yeah," Ron agreed. "So wonderful he managed to be knocked out by a pixie of all things!"

More laughing.

"Professor Dumbledore chose him to teach us so he must be good!"

"Not like there was anyone else ter take the job," Hagrid mumbled, catching their attention. He elaborated. "No one else would take it. The position is cursed. We haven' had a Defense pr'fessor stay for more than a year, ever since I was in school."

That had the boys giving Hermione a look, which she ignored.

They left a while later, after drinking tea and attempting to bite into Hagrid's rock cakes.

On their way back to the castle, they ran into Nearly Headless Nick - the Gryffindor House Ghost - in the Entrance Hall. He was fretting over something, floating back and forth.

"Nick, is something wrong?" Harry asked, feeling a bit bad for the ghost.

He turned and sighed, "Hello Harry, Ronald, Hermione. I'm simply morose over the fact that it'll be my five hundredth Death Day this Samhain and my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied once again! One inch of skin matters that much to Sir Patrick!"

Nick was shaking a ghostly letter. "He'll most likely be attending my Death Day party and once again I'll have to deal with his taunts on how I'm 'nearly headless, but not quite there'. It's exhausting!"

"Sorry, but, what's the Headless Hunt?" Hermione asked.

"Like a club where you play interesting games and go on grand expeditions about the castle. But most of it all is done with your head detached," Nick explained.

"And there is no way to get their approval or even find a ghostly blade to cut the rest of your ghostly head off?" Harry asked.

They stared at him in silence.

"What? He's a ghost so a real blade won't work. The Bloody Baron has a sword on him though, maybe that would work."

"He's the Slytherin House Ghost!" Ron gasped.

"So?" Harry shrugged. "The worst he can say is 'no'."

"You're right, Harry!" Nick smiled. "I shall try that! Thank you!"

He floated away, leaving the three to themselves.

Hallowe'en came around rather quickly. Harry and Ron were looking forward to spending the entire feast in the Great Hall and having no Trolls to face. Hermione was too busy reading Wandering With Werewolves to care about anything else.

The feast was as grand as they thought it would be, with Hagrid's pumpkins all over the room, having been carved into large jack o'lanterns. There were no candles above the tables this time. All light came from the large pumpkins on the floor and the floating pumpkins in the air. Small, black bats flew above their heads and large webs decorating the walls.

The tables were filled with sweets. No actual food of any kind. The closest thing to healthy were the baskets of apples and strawberries accompanied by bowls of caramel and chocolate to dip them in. Huge, rainbow swirled lollies, bowls upon bowls filled with various wizarding sweets. There were even some Muggle things added in there for the Muggleborn students.

It was much better than the previous year.

They sat and waited.

Dumbledore gave a small speech and began the feast.

Moments into it, it went dark and a loud, guttural 'BOO!' rang through the room. Screams erupted, but cut off abruptly when the lights came back.

Loud, obnoxious laughter filled the room and everyone turned to see Varix, with an orange and black dress on, floating above the double-door entrance of the Great Hall.

"I'm sorry, I had to!"

Her giggles subsided and she clapped her hands together three times. "Now that the trick has been had, time for the treat! I went trick or treating while you were doing classes and have a great idea! Enjoy!"

With a double snap of the finger, the entire Great Hall was filled with bright lights and when they died down, everyone's clothing had been turned into costumes.

"And this is Fairy Magic meaning it can't be reversed by wizards. You have two hours like this."

Varix snapped her fingers once more and boxes of Chocolate Frogs rained from the ceiling. She gave a wave and popped away.

The students stared at each other, taking in the costumes their clothing had been transfigured into. Then they all looked to the floor, seeing the river of Chocolate Frogs.

Harry had to wonder how she got her hands on so many sweets.

Hermione's mind was elsewhere.

"There are about one thousand students in this school, and almost thirty professors. She managed to transfigure the clothing of everyone in the room, all at once! How much power would it take for an expansive spell such as…"

And she continued on, mumbling to herself.

Ron had already grabbed as many handfuls of Chocolate Frogs as he could manage. He was grinning. "She's brilliant!"

Harry had to concur as he looked down at his own costume. Long black cape, white dressy shirt with ruffles on the chest and puffy sleeves. There was a green waistcoat over it. Black trousers and shined, black shoes.

"I think I'm supposed to be a vampire," he mumbled.

Ron shrugged, opening his fourth Chocolate Frog. "I don't even care what I am."

Ron was wearing pink, with attachable ears and nose. "I think you're a pig," Harry commented.

The boy shrugged.

Neville Longbottom was covered in shining armor, so he was a Knight. Parvati Patil was dressed as a Genie. Lavender Brown was in a pink dress with a hoop skirt. Hermione looked like a Librarian, with her not so bushy looking hair pulled back into a severe looking bun that made McGonagall's look loose. Draco Malfoy was wearing a bonnet and a large nappy. He was a Baby and had a dummy in his mouth!

As for the professors, Snape was also a vampire, not much had changed about him, though there was a green outlining to his cape and his trousers were grey. But the rest was all black. McGonagall was a Fairy with large wings. Flitwick was probably a Pixie, with his tiny wings. Sprout looked like a Blueberry. Lockhart though… was the best out of them all.

Harry elbowed Ron and pointed.

On the blonde's head, was a pointed cap that said DUNCE in bold lettering. His clothing was completely Muggle and it didn't match as all.

Harry bought his 'watch' up to his mouth and whispered, "Good job."

"Thanks," Varix whispered back.

The feast went on when McGonagall couldn't transfigure anyone back to normal. Dumbledore couldn't even do it.

Almost two hours later, they left the hall, pockets stuffed with more sweets because there was no way that they're let the rest go to waste.

The students made their way to the landing of the first floor where they'd break off. The Slytherins and Hufflepuffs going down and the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws going up.

They had to pass the first floor girl's lavatory to get to the landing that led to the rest of the school. But the Gryffindors, who had been leading the entire entourage, all stopped. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, along with several others from different Houses, pushed their way to the front to see what was going on.

On the wall, was a large amount of red lettering. Hanging on the torch beside it, was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat. She wasn't moving.

"'The Chamber of Secrets had been opened, Enemies of the Heir, Beware'," Hermione quoted the passage in the wall.

Draco Malfoy, who had also pushed his way to the front, sneered and said, "You'll be next, Mudbloods!"

The professors came along a moment later and shooed everyone off to bed, leaving the students to come up with their own theories about what had happened and what the Chamber of Secrets was.

"Mrs. Norris wasn't dead," Hermione commented as they walked to Gryffindor Tower. "She was Petrified."

"How do you know these things?" Ron asked, biting into another Chocolate Frog.

"I read."

He snorted. "Big deal."

Harry was out in the courtyard a few days later, when several large creatures with wings landed in front of him. His mind whirled, looking for the terms. Abraxans. Winged horses, rare to find in Britain, bred in France.

There were four of them and they each held a large rope in their mouths. The ropes were connected to a large, oblong box that rested on the ground in the center of their square formation.

He stood, "Is this from Gringotts?"

The nearest horse nodded.

"Thank you. Can I get you anything?"

The horses shook their heads and released the ropes. Their wings flapped and they lifted off, soaring above the courtyard and quickly out of sight.

Harry pulled out his wand and trained it on the large box. "Wingardium Leviosa."

It lifted off the ground and Harry carefully grabbed his bag and moved into the castle, carrying the large box with him. He couldn't be more grateful that McGonagall's office was on the first floor.

He knocked one and entered the moment she gave permission.

"Professor, I have something I need to show you."

"What is it Potter?" she asked, glancing up from her parchment covered desk.

"You most likely have heard of the Slytherin Team's new brooms, right?"

Her mouth tightened. "Yes."

"Well, I also got a new broom and unlike them I wasn't bragging about it. I even planned to let everyone trade use of my Nimbus 2000 for the games, but then I got an idea! Why not make it all even? I learned recently of a fund that was started for me and I cannot give anything in it back, so I figured why not use it for something important. So… I evened out the Quidditch Teams."

Harry allowed the box to touch the floor of his Head of House's office. "Alohomora!"

The side fell to the floor, revealing twenty new Nimbus 2001s all standing up perfectly in their own little slots.

"For the rest of the teams. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and the six others for Gryffindor. Since Lucius Malfoy obviously donated those broom to the Slytherin Team, I figured that can donate too," Harry said with a smirk.

McGonagall had dropped her quill while he was speaking. She stared at the box for a moment, before sighing.

"We've needed new brooms for years, Potter. You may have no idea how helpful this is. Not just some revenge on Lucius Malfoy, but true help for the school. Some of our brooms are from before my attendance at Hogwarts."

She sighed once more. "Thank you, Harry. I'll call Filius and Pomona."

Harry grinned.

He couldn't wait to see how Snape reacted to the news.

He returned to Gryffindor Tower a while later and told Hermione and Ron of what he did.

"Quidditch games are going to be some much more interesting!"

Oliver came in moments later and for the second time since school started, he planted a large kiss on Harry's mouth. He moved off to do the same with Fred and George.

"On another note," Harry mumbled. "Ron, would you like the Nimbus 2000?"

"Yes!"

Varix gave a small laugh.

Harry couldn't wait for the first Quidditch game of the season.

A/N: Another one done.

-Moaning Myrtle's bathroom is on the first floor in the books, not the second floor.

-Harry bought the rest of the school new brooms, using his Boy-Who-Lived fund to do it.

-Yes, Varix made him eat soap for foul language. My mom did it until I was ten and she began using Cayenne Pepper.

-J.K. Rowling has stated that Hogwarts has about 1,000 students at any given time and that Hogwarts accepts all religions. Someone tried to argue with me over the first fact in one of my other fics and they called me all sorts of horrible terms until I slapped their ass down with the facts. They then proceeded to try to kiss my ass and I told them to fuck off. So, no bitching, because you can seriously look up these facts on Pottermore or on the Harry Potter Wikia, if you know how to navigate the websites. I'm sick of people attacking me instead of looking things up like, come on you dumb fuck, the internet is at your fingertips, look it up before opening your condescending mouth. Sorry, I feel strongly about this.

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