Chapter Four: Mishaps and Mayhem

At dinner that night Harry was actually eating his food while listening to Seamus and Neville go over a long list they had made of questions from their classes. Finally they started asking him the questions, Dean sat next to him shoveling food onto the green-eyed teens plate after making sure it was safe to eat.

"So The Killing Curse was originally used to kill sheep and cattle?" Seamus asked Harry, who nodded, "Why? I mean why not just hack the animals head off?"

"The blood would spread through the meat and if the animal had a disease the blood would infect the meat," Harry explained before eating some chicken.

"Hmm, so if a third level Lord is out voted by two fourth level Lord's then the vote goes in which direction?" Neville asked.

"Neither direction, as it equals up to the same amount of votes," Harry explained after finishing his chicken and turning to the rolls.

"And the War of Goblins was started because which Goblin King spit on the other?" Dean asked which made Harry pause.

"I…Hmm," sitting straighter Harry tapped his chin in thought, "King Limbic spit on King Maize, thus starting a chain of events that started the Goblin Wars, and we did not cover that in class today but three years ago," he pointed out.

"Yeah I now, just checking to see if your freaky memory skills were long term, which they seem to be," Dean said with a chuckle, which turned into a gasp as Harry smacked him in the head, "Sorry, sorry."

"Prat you made me think back for no apparent reason," Harry said before grabbing up coffee cake for dessert, which he devoured. Listening to the chatter fall he glanced up and saw that the Dark Lord stood in front of the Hall watching the room. Swallowing his bite he relaxed and waited for what ever was about to be said, sipping his hot coffee as he waited.

Surveying the students Tom watched as the Gryffindors all tried to look invisible, except for Harry's group they relaxed and waited for what ever it was he was about to say. The Slytherins were on edge waiting to know what it was, while the Ravenclaws all looked on in wonder, and the Hufflepuffs were shaking in terror. "After dinner I would like the little lion group run by Potter to wait," with that he sat back down, he would get to the bottom of why Harry was acting so odd.

"Uh oh," Neville looked at Harry, "Are we in trouble?" getting a shrug and Harry to sip the coffee he sighed, "If he tries to kill us?"

"Depends who he shots at first whether or not the others survive," Harry said with a chuckle before sipping his coffee once again, "But I'm ninety percent certain he's not going to kill us."

"You couldn't say ninety nine percent?" Seamus asked gulping some.

"Nope that would be giving a nine percent false hope that I can not guarantee," Harry explained before asking, "Anyone seen Ron today beside first class?"

"Hmm, nope haven't seen the prat all day, think they killed him?" Dean asked looking slightly hopeful.

"Would they?" Neville asked, "He just cut my arm."

"He disrupted a class, he shot three deadly spells at other students while their backs were turned and he's been nothing but trouble since yesterday, trouble can not be tolerated as it could cause a rebellion," Harry said matter of factly, getting blinked at he shrugged, "Overheard part of a teachers meeting."

"Nosing around or accidental?" Seamus asked crossing his arms.

"Hey I'm not always nosing around, and it was an accident I well…ran out of coffee…and they were talking right outside the kitchen…" Harry said before shrugging, "I just get lucky sometimes," that got a blank look from his friends, "Okay I get lucky most the time."

"Except in chess," Neville said laughing, "I can beat you at chess."

"A monkey could beat me in chess, I'm pants at that game," Harry admitted, before tapping his chin, "Actually considering Ron's looks you could say a monkey has beaten me at chess…many times," that had the three laughing and Harry chuckled at his friends amusement.

As dinner started to wind down the three were bombarding Harry with questions again, students were filing out and Dean was asking random ass questions, Seamus was reading questions from their sheet of school questions, and Neville was looking through text books asking questions on things they had yet to cover.

"When was the first witch burning freeze spell created and by who?" Neville asked eyes on the book.

"1437 by Connivance the third," Harry answered as he flipped a galleon in the air.

"Who invented the Golden Snitch?" Dean asked as he watched the golden coin.

"Bowman Wright of Godric's Hollow," Harry answered before snatching the coin and flipping it once again, "Next?"

"What color boxers are you wearing?" Dean asked which made Harry blink at him, "What the rules stated you would tell us nothing we could use to cause mayhem and chaos."

"Black, next," Harry said rolling his eyes, before flipping the coin once more and catching it on his hand to fling it at the back of Ginny's head. When she looked around to see who hit her he was busy fixing his tie.

"What is the part of the second son of the Prince of the Fifth Lord?" Seamus asked.

"To be heir should the first Heir Apparent, and Prince die leaving the Fifth Lord without a direct Heir, this position is also required to know more of an arsenal of spells as they will lead the families army to battle to represent the family," Harry answered before yawning and standing up, "Merlin I'm tired."

"Sit down Harry we still have to be questioned by the evil people," Neville said yawning also, "You jackass you yawned now I'm tired."

"Don't call me a jackass," Harry yawned before his head hit the table and he fell to the floor asleep.

"Ha," Seamus laughed causing the others to look at him, "I got him!"

"He's going to kill you," Dean said shaking his head, "You pranked him with sleeping agents."

"It was worth it!" Seamus said before dropping down to pull out a marker, yet as he went to draw something on Harry's face he was caught by the wrist and twisted up and around so Harry had him pinned to the floor, "You never actually were asleep were you?"

"Nope," Harry said writing on the back of his friend's neck, "Ha, I own you for the next week!" jumping up he rubbed his forehead, "Ow, I hurt myself…"

"Potter," Tom said causing Harry to twist and look up at him, "We need to talk."