Marauding Wanderer Chapter 2: Howl's Moving Castle, a harry potter fanfic

Okay, before the chapter, I have some answers to some questions.

Dues Ex Machina is a Latin phrase literally meaning god from the machine. In ancient times, plays were held and some characters were sent to the stage from underneath via a rising platform. In modern terms (and sometimes in the past) and such, it refers to some way to neatly tie up a story without any explanation whatsoever. Usually, a conflict is resolved on the spur of the moment.

An example is someone about to die and thier friend goes off to find an antidote only to have the antidote destroyed by the villan and returns home empty handed before finding out that someone made the antidote and saved the person. This is not exactly the best example but it's what I came up with. Harry does not exactly do this as his powers are explained later.

As for what Harry gave up? That is a real good point that will be addressed later... much later, though it plays an important role and the whole story probably wouldn't happen had he not given it up. Just know this, Harry had to trade something as equally important to him for the hourglass that the Yuko, the Dimension Witch, gave him. The hourglass was somewhat important to Harry, though he too has the power to jump through time and dimensions. Well... Yuko did wished him good luck so maybe the good luck though was part of the deal?

This last one is not really a question, but I want to tell everyone why Harry told his name in the past. People naturally look for the most correct answer within thier line of sight. Jame's and Lily's son coming back to the past is not too likely so that would be the last thing anyone thinks. Harry knows this and uses reverse psychology on everyone to make it seems like he's joking. Also, the Sorting Hat confirms that Harry is Harry because, and I quote from Dumbledore, "Besides, anyone who willingly places the hat upon his or her head automatically surrenders anything and everything inside his or her mind. It doesn't matter how well your mind is defended."

Sorry for the overly long notes, but I felt that the questions should be answered. Keep questioning about issues you don't understand or if you see a loop hole. And now, the featured chapter.

Chapter 2: Howl's Moving Castle

Chapter 2: Howl, Moving Castle

Harry rushed into the very heart of the crowd of Death Eaters. They were completely unprepared for this change in tactics. Harry spun around, lashing out with his foot, his arms, and his wings. Whenever one Death Eater thinks they've got a lock on him, he seemingly disappears and appears somewhere else, fighting another Death Eater.

Harry suddenly stops his onslaught. He jumped up and did a back flip. He screamed, "RED RUM!!!" and a blazing inferno came out of the snake's mouth. Instead of a single shot that Hedwig created, there was a flow of fire in a constant stream that torched all of the Death Eaters it touched.

By now several Death Eaters saw that their demise was eminent if they stayed in the same vicinity as the demon they see before them. They quickly fled the hall and rushed out the door.

"Oh no you don't!" cried Harry and he ran after them. The fallen Death Eater bodies were levitated and they flew out the hall along with Harry.

When Harry stepped outside the hall, the barrier around everyone collapsed. Dumbledore nodded to his staff and they quickly told the students to stay in their dormitories for the rest of the night. With that said, the teachers quickly pursue Harry.

It was dark outside and they couldn't risk lighting their wands. It would attract too much attention. It was several hours before they finally found Harry. He was bloodied but still breathing. His arm was back to normal and Hedwig was nowhere to be seen.

They levitated him and carried him to the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore and McGonagall stayed outside for several minutes and checked the perimeters to make sure that there were no straggler Death Eaters.

When they entered the Hospital Wing, they saw Hedwig in her human form, blocking Madam Pomfrey with her white wings from her shoulder blades. To further emphasize her point, she held her arms wide.

Madam Pomfrey was beyond livid. "There's a sick patient and you are standing between me healing him."

"You won't with those potions!" Hedwig literally spat.

"Someone get this distraught girl out of here!" shouted Madam Pomfrey to one of the staff.

"Good luck trying!" Hedwig screamed back.

Though this was all very well amusing, Harry's life was at stake and Dumbledore didn't want to waste anymore time from healing the boy. He raised his wand at Hedwig. As the spell shot towards her, she lifted one of her wings and simply blocked the spell.

"Just listen for a second," she begged. "Harry's different from other people. His body won't take well to those potions." She was nearly on the verge of tears.

"Rubbish!" Exclaimed Slughorn. "I brewed those potions myself."

The door was suddenly thrown open. Hedwig looked towards the door and she was filled with relief.

Everyone else turned towards the door with their wands raised. In stepped a young man carrying a tray full of potions.

He was taller than Harry and his hair was longer as well, it reached the back of his knees. His hair was nearly white, though there were tints of blonde, and his face made him look younger than one would normally expect from someone with white hair. His hair was full and voluminous and was not tied back into a ponytail like Harry's. His skin was pale but it didn't look like the kind of pale one would get from not getting enough sun. He also wore black as his attire, enhancing his paleness. He had black gloves, boots, socks, and so forth. He wore a trench coat like Harry though it was slightly longer due to their differences in height. His black pants looked expensive. Wearing all of that, he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, giving everyone a good view of his chiseled chest.

"Yo! I'm here Hedwig. How's Harry?" He asked casually as if Harry was just coming back from work.

Hedwig gave a sigh of relief before she wore her scowl again. "These idiots want to feed him that," she gestured angrily at the potions in Madam Pomfrey's hands.

The newcomer looked paler if that was possible. "You didn't let them give him any did you?!"

Hedwig looked indignant. "What kind of familiar would I be if I let them do that?!"

"Okay, okay, just checking," the guy said chuckling. He walked towards Harry's bed and Hedwig stepped aside to let him through.

"Now see here-!" Madam Pomfrey started, but was interrupted by the guy whistling loudly.

"Man, look at this," he gestured Hedwig to come closer.

She went closer, as did everyone else, and saw the bite marks on Harry's arms and legs.

"One drop of a Restoration Potion and the venom activates. It liquefies the internal organs. Won't kill him, but he'll be out of commission for at least two months," the guy said quietly. Then he gave them all a really cheesy grin. "Luckily we have just the thing!"

He started uncorking bottle after bottle and feeding Harry their contents before anyone could stop him. When they tried, Hedwig opened her wings again and told them, "Don't worry, he knows what he's doing." Several times, he mixed several bottles together and then fed Harry.

When he was finished, he wiped his brow and turned to Madam Pomfrey. "You're the matron of the ward, right?" She nodded. "Good, then keep an eye on Harry. He'll wake up tomorrow with an appetite but don't let him come down to the Great Hall. I'll be up to diagnose him. Don't worry, I'm sure you're a great healer, but this is something that you've never seen before. Don't feel bad." And with that he exited along with Hedwig.

"Hedwig, would you and your friend come to the Staff room please?" asked Dumbledore.

"Sure thing Headmaster," said Hedwig.

When they reached there, they waited in silence until everyone came up. When no one spoke, Dumbledore opened up the floor, "Let's start with introductions."

"Good idea," said Hedwig's friend. "I am Calucifer. I believe you all saw me when Harry came out from Hedwig's wings and spun around like a maniac."

"That was you on his arm?!" cried several teachers at once.

"The very same," answered Calucifer calmly. "We, as in Hedwig and I, have two forms. It's similar to your version of Animagus except that we started out as animals."

"H-how?!" McGonagall asked in barely above a whisper.

"Most of it was due to our Familiar Bond with Harry," Hedwig sighed. "Nothing like trauma as a good bonding agent."

"So what spells did you use in that battle? I've never seen anything like it!" exclaimed a very excited Flitwick.

"That was just our regular attacks. It wasn't really a spell." At their confused looks, Calucifer decided to continue. "You see, we can actually perform the same attack while we're in human form, but it takes up more energy and is not as powerful or efficient, for now anyway. We can use those attacks in our familiar forms if we become one with Harry. Plus, his magic can be converted to raw energy for the blasts!"

"This is a lot of information to absorb in a few minutes," moaned Sprout.

"Why don't you start at the beginning? I doubt we'll be able to sleep tonight anyway," said Dumbledore sagely.

"Okay," said Hedwig. "That seems like a logical place to start. I was bought as a familiar to Harry when he was eleven. I was just a post owl then, but we quickly became friends mostly due to the fact that he was neglected at home, but I digress. We became friends and I spent my times with him delivering messages. After a while, he went on a quest with some of his friends. It was during this time that we really bonded. Harry left behind the person he loved, and since I'm his owl, I can always find my way back to him. I again served as a post owl, but that was temporary because eventually, Harry lost the will to write.

"It boiled down to just me and Harry. We were the only ones left after that quest. We became even closer and more understanding of each other than before. At times we can read each other's thoughts. It was several years before it was finally developed enough for extended conversations. Then we met up with this prat!"

"That's me," said Calucifer calmly but happily. "I was not really born a snake like normal, I suppose that's one reason I'm with Harry. I was created from magic. Harry, instead of abandoning me or reforming me back to what I was, took me in, nursed me back to health, and kept me at his side."

"So he's a Parselmouth?!" Exclaimed Sprout in alarm.

"Yes, but he's had that ability before he met me. Don't judge him too harshly. He's been through a lot and hasn't wanted to kill every human he comes across." The rest of the staff was looking at him intently now. "Harry believes that humans can see so limited that they blindly rush towards their doom and drags down everyone with them. Still, he understands their positions so he doesn't really hate them for it."

"So now he believes he's higher than everyone?" Asked Slughorn snidely.

Calucifer nodded his head gently. "More or less." He turned to Hedwig, who has been looking out the window ever since she stopped talking. "So where do we go from here?"

She turned look at him slowly. "Tomorrow, you see if he can teach. If he can't then I'll fill in for him and give them bookwork or something."

Calucifer nodded and left. Hedwig stood up and was about to leave as well. McGonagall called out to her, "You really care about him, don't you?"

Hedwig stopped for a moment. "Harry's suffered so much. I'm only sorry that I couldn't be of more help to him," she said sadly. She shook her head slightly and left for bed.

Afterwards, everyone else left as well. There wasn't much they could do tonight. They'll try questioning Harry tomorrow if he's well enough.

Another Side Another Story: Prideful much, Harry?

"No that would be Drakey."

"So what happened out there?" Dumbledore asked Harry.

"I went out there, chased them to the edge of wards, they got away," he replied simply.

"How did you get those wounds?"

"I got too reckless and some rather embarrassing chaos ensued."

"I see, well I hope this teaches you a lesson Harry. On another note, how are you feeling?"

"Okay I guess, but I'm no doctor. Until Calucifer or Poppy can give me the go ahead, I daren't risk their wrath."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Too true Harry. I'll be leaving you to rest now."

Dumbledore exited and Hedwig and Calucifer entered.

"So spill," Hedwig commanded.

"I didn't intend for this incident to happen. Voldemort is more informed this time around. He has powers that were unknown previous. Alongside that, Nagini appeared to help them escape. Voldemort won't be pleased with his followers for not bringing me back though."

"What would she be doing there?" Hedwig asked in surprise and alarm.

"Most likely she was to help them bring me back. Her poison this time was to damage me, not kill. I didn't suspect her until it was too late," Harry sighed.

Hedwig slapped him upside the head. "That was for worrying us needlessly."

Harry just shook his head. "So how's the diagnosis Doc?"

The next morning at breakfast, everyone was buzzing talking about what just transpired the earlier night. They talked about it in their common rooms, but this was a chance to see what the other houses thought. The teachers weren't really trying to stop them, they wanted to know as well, and they couldn't have stopped them even if they wanted to.

Harry was missing from the table again today. The doors opened to let in Hedwig and another guy. They were arguing animatedly until the reached the Staff Table. The guy plopped himself down in Harry's chair and started loading his plate with food, all the while still arguing with Hedwig.

He said something to Hedwig, she got really angry, and then she shoved him off the chair and sat down her self. The guy, now on the floor, reached up and stole a roll and started eating it. Hedwig was helping herself to a bit of everything on the table.

Neither of them seemed to be in the mood for a chat so no one talked to them for the entire length of breakfast.

When the third years Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs came in to the defense classroom, they saw that Harry wasn't teaching class that day. Instead it was Hedwig and a guy that looked totally hot…well to the girls anyway.

"I'm sorry to say that Harry will be unable to join us today. He was incapacitated during the attack yesterday that I'm sure you all saw," Hedwig said curtly.

"Quit being so uptight Hed," said the mysterious guy that just happened to show up. He turned to all of the students. "I am Calucifer, a friend of Harry's. Welcome to today's class and let's see what Harry has planned for you today."

Needless to say, Calucifer took charge of the class after that and Hedwig was helping him out. She didn't really mind, she was fit for that job more anyway. She was a creature of the night, not someone meant to socialize and teach.

The class was learning about magical creatures and Harry was supposed to bring in a boggart. That was great, except for the fact that Harry wasn't here so they didn't know where the boggart was. This being the case, Hedwig and Calucifer had the students in class for the day do bookwork while they took turns running around the castle trying to catch as many boggarts as they can find. By the end of the day, they had quite a collection.

"We should open a store after this," said Calucifer between breaths. "Boggarts, get them here, get them fresh!"

"Shut up and let's get to sleep," Hedwig mumbled tiredly. "I hope Harry's better by tomorrow."

Harry was indeed better by tomorrow and was at breakfast. He wasn't very talkative though and was left to his own devices.

A new post was added to all of the house bulletins. It said:

Notice

To all students who want extra credit for DADA

Professor Potter issues a challenge to the students of Hogwarts

The objective is to incapacitate Professor Potter

The manner of doing so must be within the guidelines

You can either challenge him to an official duel or attempt an ambush

Any and all spells can be used if it is a duel.

An ambush would require use of non lethal spells.

You can work solo or in a team. No additional rules regarding teamwork.

The prize is extra credit for DADA and up to 300 points for the House Cup

Division of points is to be discussed later.

Harry Potter

After processing the information, the students were scrambling to find Harry, defeat him, and win the prestige that they so richly deserved.

The teachers, after reading the notice, were not as enthused. Still, if Harry had a plan, it wasn't their business to stop him from what the Sorting Hat said. Dumbledore was starting to wonder if the years are finally catching up to the old hat.

The students who read that must have either not remember the display he put on two nights ago or were just stupid. Well, maybe not totally stupid. They decided that ambushing him would be the best bet because he would be less prepared than a frontal assault.

Unfortunately for them, all attempt to stop him proved futile. Every plan, no matter how intricately woven, became undone when he was in the area. Random things would fall, he would walk off in the opposite direction, he would retrace his steps back to where he was walking from, other people would get caught instead. Through all of this, he never gave any inclination that he knew what was going on.

When Harry walked into the seventh years' class, they saw that he swept his eyes across the entire room. His face was tight and he was very grim.

"Welcome to class today. It has come to my attention that I forgot to pick up the homework the other day. If everyone would be so kind as to come up and stack their homework on the table, that would be most appreciated."

The class knew today was not a good day to mess with him so everyone pulled out their papers and turned it in. He nonchalantly picked up a paper and skimmed it.

"Mr. Remus, congratulations on turning in the shortest paper. Three paragraphs," Harry said amusedly. His eyes widened like he was suddenly struck by inspiration. "Would you all like to see what I wrote?" The class was shocked. A teacher that does the homework he gave out. They all nodded eagerly.

Harry smiled. Anything to prolong this. He cleared his throat.

"I am the very model of a modern Major-General

I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral

I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical

From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical

I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical

I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical

About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news

With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse

With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotehypotenuse

I'm very good at integral and differential calculus

I know the scientific names of beings animalculous

In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral

I am the very model of a modern Major-General

In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral

He is the very model of a modern Major-General

I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's

I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox

I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus

In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous

I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies

I know the croaking chorus from the Frogs of Aristophanes

Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore

And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore

And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinapinafore

Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform

And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform

In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral

I am the very model of a modern Major-General

In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral

He is the very model of a modern Major-General

In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin"

When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin

When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at

And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat"

When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery

When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery

In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy

You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a gee

You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a sat a gee

For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury

Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century

But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral

I am the very model of a modern Major-General

But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral

He is the very model of a modern Major-General"

After he sang that, the class was in quiet shock and awe.

"Where did that weird chorus come from?" asked James to Sirius.

"That was very nice sir," said Lily timidly. "But what does that have to do with defense?"

Harry took a swig from a glass he wandlessly conjured. "Not much, but a lot. Don't worry about what I just said. Anyway, we're here today to learn about the Unforgivable Curses." He made a sick face.

The silence in the room was almost tangible. Almost… but not quite.

"Who can name one?"

Peter nervously raised his hand. "The Cruciatus Curse."

Harry nodded and placed a jar on the table. Everyone craned their necks to see what was inside. Three spiders were crawling inside. Harry took one out and laid it on the table. With one flick of his hand, the spider grew until it was nearly as big a person's palm and could be easily seen.

Harry's eyes flashed and several students swore they saw a glint in his eyes. Harry flicked his hand again and the spider was writhing in silent agony. There was no doubt that if it had a voice, it would be screaming.

Every student was watching in silent terror. Lily clutched to James and started crying. "Please stop Professor," she said quietly. Harry heard but he ignored her. He continued for several more seconds.

When he stopped, the spider was still twitching with soft smoke rising from it. It was breathing. "The spider is alive," Harry said in a deadly whisper. "But only just. Placed under the curse too long and you'll lose your mind… if you're lucky."

Without missing a beat, Harry asked another question. "What is another curse?"

Snape stood up this time. "The Imperius Curse."

Harry reached in and pulled another spider from the jar and enlarged it. He didn't flick his hand this time. He stared at it, his gaze never wandering.

The spider stood up and did various tricks. It even managed to hop on one spindly leg. The act cheered most of the class up.

"The curse gives the caster nearly complete control." Harry glared at spider. It walked over to its fallen kin. To everyone's shock and horror, the spider under his control grabbed the tortured spider by the head and abdomen and proceeded to rip it in half. Then it grabbed the head and started to eat it. Several students lost their breakfast at this sight. "You can tell them to do anything. Parlor tricks, crimes, even kill their own family.

"The curse lulls you into a world of paradise. You feel that if you do what the castor commands, the world will be alright. Listen to no one but yourself. In the end, that is the only person you can trust.

"What's the last curse?" He asked his voice as calm as ever.

"Avada Kedavra," Lily said shakily.

Harry took the last spider out and enlarged to be as big as half a person. Everyone could clearly see the details on the spider. Some students later recounted that the spider was actually crying. "Avada Kedavra," Harry whispered with his right index finger pointed at the spider. A familiar, to Harry, flash of green light erupted from his finger, blinding everyone.

It was all over. If it wasn't for the fact that they just witnessed it, they would have believed that the spider had fallen asleep. Its eight eyes were still moist.

"This curse leaves little trace. A muggle autopsy of the body would conclude that the victim is fine and in full function if not for the fact that they are dead. A magical scan would only detect traces of magic being used." Harry waited while they assimilated this. "To me this is the most benign of the curses." The class looked up sharply at him. "This curse kills instantly with very little probability of any pain. The other two will cause you pain and grief. Pain that is either emotional or physical and grief that you can't do anything to stop it."

He gathered the spiders together and swept his hand over them. They were instantly incinerated and reduced to ashes. He gathered the ashes, took them to an open window, and scattered the ashes to the wind.

He turned to the class. "Don't get hit, because you won't like it if you do." He took a breath. "The only one that can be fought against is the Imperius Curse and Cruciatus Curse if you are strong enough." He looked at them coldly. "No homework. I'll be using the Imperious Curse on you next class. Class dismissed."

No one moved so Harry walked out of the classroom and into his chambers.

Lunch was a buzz with what Harry's lesson was. Evidently, everyone received the same lesson and prospect of the next lesson. He wasn't at lunch though and that was probably a good thing because several teachers looked murderous and Dumbledore was looking disturbed.

It was during a meeting with the staff that anyone saw Harry since his lesson. As soon as he walked through the door, everyone had their wand pointed at him again. If he actually cared at all, he didn't show it.

"Why are you casting Unforgivables on my students?!" The Heads of Houses shouted at him.

"Because it will condition them for the future," Harry said calmly while walking forward. He carefully picked up a cup of tea. "I came because I needed something to calm my nerves."

"I don't think that it is wise to teach the students to cast Unforgivables, Harry," Dumbledore said wearily. Somehow he knew that Harry was going to get out of it.

"I don't plan on teaching them how to perform it. I plan on teaching them how to resist the Imperius Curse," he said in his still calm voice.

"I still don't think it's a good idea," said Flitwick.

"I'd rather not have the students not experience it and end up killing their love ones. I would never wish that guilt on anyone, even Voldemort," Harry said the last part quietly though everyone heard him.

"I also don't think that many parents and the Board of Governors would agree to this plan," Dumbledore said softly.

"Maybe, but I don't really see them in a position to be stopping me. If they want to curse me for trying help the students then by all means let them. I don't expect any help Albus." With one final swig of his tea, Harry left.

The teachers were hoping that the students were smart enough to avoid Harry's next class. They couldn't stop the students from going into his classroom if it's by their choice. Hopefully they sent the news home to their families and were advised to not go near Harry.

Harry came into his room. Amazingly, all of the students were present and accounted for. Harry couldn't help but smirked at all of them.

"Well, well, well. This is unexpected. I half assumed that most, if not all, of you would be mysteriously absent today."

"We were thinking about doing that," Sirius said confidently. "But we figured that if it's going to help us in the future, we might as well work on it."

Harry smiled. "Well then, Mr. Black, since you are so eager, let's have you be our first test subject." At this, Sirius' face fell and paled considerably.

Sirius swallowed hard and walked up to the front of the class. Harry didn't move. He stared at Sirius like he stared at the spider. At first it looked like nothing happened, but Sirius suddenly went on all fours and barked like a dog. After making him chase his nonexistent tail, Harry released him back to his seat.

Harry used it on everyone and had them do something embarrassing, though not too much. It put the class in a very good mood. No one could resist the curse though.

"So now you see what can happen when someone possess you." He glanced around the room. "Now see what happens when someone who has more malicious intent rather than sick humor takes control of your mind."

Instantly James was out of his seat. He briskly walked up to Harry's desk. He pulled out his wand and conjured a knife. Grabbing it, he walked over to where Lily and Sirius were sitting. "Good bye," he whispered and brought the knife close to both of them.

"And after he finishes of his friends…," Harry said in a whisper. James brought the knife and laid the flat edge against his wrist. Harry quickly cut the connection between them and vanished the knife.

"Do you remember everything, James?" Harry asked with no emotions.

James nodded. Harry faced the class. "Class dismissed." Harry released his class early.

Later at the staff meeting, Harry was receiving an earful from all the other teachers and he couldn't care less.

"How could you?!"

"You've destroyed any trust those students may have in you!"

"Why did you have to threaten them?!"

Harry wasn't really paying attention though that fact didn't seem to get through to anyone except Dumbledore.

"Harry," he called softly and Harry looked up at him. Everyone grew quiet. "I do wish to know why you are doing these things."

"Because leaving them in the dark is a cruel thing."

"But why so forceful?" Dumbledore asked in a tired voice. For once, everybody noticed how old Dumbledore was compared to nearly everyone else in the room.

"Because of incompetent adults." The entire room tensed. "I don't necessarily mean you." He looked at all of them for the first time in days and they can see the weariness in his eyes. "Did you know that most Aurors can't even produce a simple shield charm?"

They were all surprised by this. "It's true," he confirmed. "They are ill trained and so are inefficient. People complain about Voldemort, but they never do anything about him."

"And what do you propose we do?!" Asked Slughorn.

"I don't ask you to do anything. But if one should complain about something, then he or she should do something about it. These students don't want to die, I don't want them to die, you don't want them to die, but they will die anyway. I'd rather give them a hope, no matter how slight, to keep them alive."

Harry stood up and made to leave. "Albus, tell me the answer tomorrow."

Another Side Another Story: Voldemort and Guilt

"You said you didn't wish that guilt even on Voldemort?" Asked Dumbledore.

"Yes."

"He did kill his father and relatives you know."

"I know. But he didn't feel guilty about it. I said I would never wish the guilt on him."

"You seem to know a lot more about Voldemort than you let on."

"I do. I know things about him that he has yet to find out."

"I don't know if I should be glad or worried," Dumbledore said cautiously.

"Ask the hat."

"I'm beginning to doubt the hat's words."

"Do as you wish."

The next morning, breakfast was very tense. Harry arrived fashionably late. He seems to be the only teacher to do so. As soon as Post time began, Harry was bombarded by so many owls that he was covered entirely in owls. After retrieving all of their letters, he stacked them up and it was taller than him.

Sighing, he waved his hand and an inkwell and quill appeared. He grabbed one letter opened it, read it, and wrote a response on the back. Amazingly he was done before breakfast was over.

He whistled twice and Hedwig flew into the room in her human form and stood beside him.

"Think you can get all of these?" He asked without looking at her.

She softly slapped him in the back of his head before gathering all of the letters and flying off.

Dumbledore stood up and was about to speak when he was interrupted. James had spoken before Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, I would like to say that I want Harry to continue staying and teaching."

"I agree," Sirius said standing up. "Who's with me?"

Several students from every house stood up. Among them were Lily, her friends, and Snape from Slytherin.

Dumbledore smiled. "Thank you for your support of Harry, but I'm afraid that I wasn't planning on sending him away." Dumbledore looked at Harry. "You are welcome to continue teaching. I dare say that the students believe in you and I do too, though I have no idea why."

Breakfast was extended slightly longer in occasion requested by Harry. He just finished his third plate before the doors were thrown open. In strode the Minister and several Aurors.

"Harry Potter, you are here by under arrest for use of all three Unforgivables," the Minister said. "Come quietly or we will resort to force."

Harry stood up calmly. "Will everybody please make room for what's to happen next?" Every student was reminded of his fight with the Death Eaters and quickly backed up against the wall. Amazing how people can have such selective memory isn't it? Anyways Harry strode out to the middle to meet them.

"I'm sorry Minister, but I have no intention of coming quietly," he said cheekily.

The teachers were debating on whether to help him or let him get arrested for his own good. Dumbledore seemed to watch half way between amused and worry. While the teachers were having their own internal conflicts, the student body wasn't so silent. They began screaming in defense of Harry about how he was just teaching them. Their protest was largely ignored.

"This is your last warning," the Minister informed him as the five Aurors raised their wands at him.

Harry looked down for a second. Another barrier was erected in front of the students.

"I really don't want to fight you," Harry said in an amused voice. He raised his head and looked at them. "But then again, I do have a reputation to protect!" He raised both arms to the side and two red ring shaped weapons appeared in his hands. They had a cross in the middle and spikes on the outer rim.

The Aurors shot spells at him, but they all missed. He was there one minute, then he was gone the next. He appeared behind one of them instantly. "The name's Harry, commit it to memory." He jumped back as one of them shot another spell at him. "Now that we're on a first name basis, don't go dying on me," he said with a smirk.

He launched himself at the Aurors and chaos ensued. Harry spun around in a circle, lashing out with his legs and spiked rings. He also never stayed in one place long enough to be hit with a spell. They can't anticipate where he was going to move next because he randomly picks out an opponent and strike fast before moving on to another one.

The teachers were wondering if they should step in. Dumbledore looked more amused now than worried.

"Shouldn't we help him Albus?" McGonagall asked.

"Which side?" Said Dumbledore. "Should we help Harry end things quickly or try to even up the score?"

McGonagall was not prepared for that and kept quiet, watching the battle in front of her.

"We still have the advantage," the Minister called to his Aurors, trying to keep the morale up. "He can't use range."

"You so sure about that?" Harry asked. He threw one of the rings at them, nicking several arms. He disappeared from where he was standing and was behind them again, neatly catching the ring in midair. He threw it again and this time they dodged.

"Hah! You missed us!" cried one of the Aurors.

Harry just stood there and held out his arm. The ring made a beautiful curve and nicked the guy who just taunted him in the other arm.

"Tell you what. You go and recover, get more troops and try to defeat me in a couple more centuries. Savvy?" Harry asked Jack Sparrow-style.

The Minister was livid, but he decided that there was little he could do here at the moment. "Retreat men!" And so they did.

Harry released the barriers and returned to his room without another word. Everyone was talking about his fights and money was crossing palms, even with the teachers.

Harry wasn't seen for the fourth years Slytherin and Ravenclaws. Hedwig and Calucifer weren't in the room either. There were some instructions on the board about what to read and such. Not much reading was happening though because they were more interested on their strange and most probably demented professor.

Another Side Another Story: M.E.C.H. I

"My Mech. How are you?"

"Operating at 100 percent efficiency. Optimal levels in all parameters."

"Wonderful," the voice sounded gleeful.

"What is gleeful?"

"That's for you not to know," the voice answered.

Harry accepted that. He knew what he was. He knew that he existed. He knew a lot. And yet… he can't shake the feeling that he knew nothing at all.

The thought shouldn't have worried him, though it did. He placed it in the back of his mind to think about later. It was his first day as the Metal Emotion Creation and he won't fail.

It has been several days now and Harry was not usually seen. Hedwig and Calucifer had taken up his job and taught the students about practical spells that would most likely be on their N.E.W.T.s. They were much more methodical and acted like normal professors.

For Remus though, he didn't really care at the moment. He could sense when the moon was waxing. For several days now, he's been getting tired more easily, though his sense have sharpened. Tonight was the full moon and he was planning to come up with a good excuse for his classes.

That night, Prongs, Padfoot, and Wormtail came and visited him. He's told them numerous times that it was needlessly dangerous and that they shouldn't, especially after that incident with Snape. Sirius was sorry that he did it, but Remus was still worried that one of them would get bitten.

Becoming the wolf was no fun, Remus can tell you that much. Having all your bones readjust to become the skeletal system of a wolf. Fur sprouts in every pore of your body and then some. Muscles have to be stretched, snapped, and reform in a matter of seconds. As he once described it, 'It feels like all my insides want to be on my outsides…but I'm no doctor.'

After becoming the wolf, his friends came down the tunnel to meet him. Even if they were foolish, childish, and immature in so many synonyms, they were still brave, gutsy, loyal, and so much more. And that was why Remus was glad that they were his friends.

The night air was cold and Moony could see his breath. He romped around with his friends for several minutes. They made everything more bearable. With them, nothing mattered except that they were friends.

Suddenly, his ears perked up. Sirius listened as well. What was that strange sound? Moony was intrigued. It was so soft and melodic. He ran straight towards the sound with his friends close behind him.

They ran until they saw a shadow. He was standing, facing the lake, playing a silver flute. Moony's werewolf side started to surface. He raised his hackles and lunged towards the person. Prongs and Padfoot were too far away to stop him.

The person didn't look behind him, because if he did, he would have seen a wolf bounding at him at high speed. Instead, he just kept on playing. He added extra notes and altered the song slightly. Just as Moony was about to bite him, he played a sharp note. Moony froze mid bite.

The shadow turned around and the rest of the Marauders saw that he was Harry. Harry sat down beside Moony and started petting his neck.

"The rest of you can come here as well if you want," he called out to them.

Slowly, they made their way over to him. Wormtail was clinging to Prongs' antlers terrified.

"The moon is lovely don't you think?"

The Marauders looked at him strangely. Remus was sitting to his right staring at the moon in sadness.

"Don't think too badly of the moon. She has feelings too."

Moony whimpered.

Harry sighed. "You're too young to understand."

Prongs and Padfoot snorted.

Harry shook his head. "You think so, but I know so. It's my problem, so I'll deal with it myself. Heh, listen to me. Rambling on about my problems to you kids. I shouldn't burden you with this. Go and have fun."

Harry stood up, dusted himself off, and went inside the castle, leaving behind four very confused animals.

When Remus woke up the next morning in the Hospital Wing, he reviewed what happened the night before. Harry was somehow able to tame the wolf inside of him for a while. Remus clearly remembered that night and how he was first able to control his movements.

When his friends arrived, they all verified that the story actually happened. They decided that it was just another thing to add to the weird things that made up Harry. Seemingly, nothing's impossible with him.

They decided to go to class because they didn't want to miss Harry's defense class. They entered to see Harry standing at the front with his trunk beside him.

"Welcome, as you are the last ones to come," Harry said amiably.

They took their seats as Harry moved through the tables passing out a feather to each person.

"Now then," Harry began. "Come with me and step lively."

He led them to the front of his class and stood in front of his trunk

"This is my good friend Howl," Harry explained. His trunk shook slightly before four furry legs and a furry tail sprouted from the trunk. A happy howl from the trunk made everyone clamp their hands to their ears.

"Yes, he is quite loud at times. Anyway, one of his rooms is a large training area. We're going there today." Harry turned towards his trunk. "Training area please Howl."

Howl gave another howl and opened up. Harry walked forward and climbed some stairs down into his trunk. The rest of the class hesitantly followed in after him.

They walked down a dark hallway before arriving at where Harry stood. He had a floating screen in front of him.

"Alright, setting training course for level one." Harry turned to the students. "Pick out a weapon and test it around. See if you feel comfortable with it."

Several racks of weapons appeared and the students clamored to find the one that fit them. They tried out several weapons to get a grip on it. There were various axes, lances, swords, bows, greaves, glaives, and so on.

There were several students who refused to pick up a weapon, considering it beneath them.

"So if I were to fight you and I close the distance between us, you would try uselessly to shoot spells at me while all I have to do would be to ram a sword through your sorry gut, am I right?" Harry asked. He continued on without letting anyone speak. "If any of you feel this is beneath you or that you can't do it, please stay out of the way for the others who are willing to try. Nobody blames you because you're weak and pathetic."

Taking the hint that Harry just insulted them, the students picked out their weapons to show him that they weren't weak. Harry tapped on the screen a bit more and the screen disappeared.

The area around them suddenly changed. The ground was grass and light was in the area. All the students looked around in awe.

"What you are seeing is not real." Several heads whipped around to face him. "This area is only a projection of data that is created to make you think that the area is real."

Lily raised her hand. "But sir, electronic data gets corrupted in Hogwarts. The data would be scrambled."

"You are only half correct. I would explain it but I would have to get into spell electro negativity." The class groaned while Lily looked excited. "I won't get into it now though but those who are interested can see me after class."

They heard a roar and everyone was looking in panic for the source. A strange green skinned creature lumbered up to them. It wore a piece of cloth around its legs and was wielding a large club. It had reddish hair poking out of its neck and grotesque fangs growing out of his mouth.

Harry jumped forward and his sword leapt from his scabbard. He cleanly spliced the monster in half.

"That was an orc. It's at a weak level so you can kill them without worry." The orc disappeared into the air as zeros and ones.

Several more orcs appeared around them. Half of the students were paralyzed with fear. Harry had to dive in and blocked the attacks.

"Just kill them by any means possible!"

At that, several students pulled out their wands. Spells and weapons were just flying and orcs fell one after another. There seemed to be no end to them.

"TIME!!!" Harry screamed out and all of the orcs disappeared. "If you would look in front of you, you will find a screen depicting you status."

On the screen in front of them, there were numbers indicating how much damage they managed, the number of kills, etc. Many of them seemed quite pleased.

"Class is almost over now so head out in an orderly fashion," Harry called out to them.

Once in the room Harry gave them some warnings. "You can come and practice, but until I upload any safety measures, you can only practice when I'm with you. As for the weapons, leave them here." The class noticed that they still got the data weapons. They left them on the desks.

Class was dismissed and everyone was talking about how Harry was probably the most eccentric teacher ever at Hogwarts and probably everywhere else in the world.

Another Side Another Story: Electronics, Magic, and Howl

"So I understand that you have some questions Lily?"

"Yes, sir."

"Please, in private, call me Harry. I don't look that much older than you."

"O-okay Harry. Anyway, I would like to know how you were able to use the computer inside Hogwarts."

"That's quite a request. Where to begin I wonder? How about this," Harry began and Lily took out a notepad and a muggle pen. "I have discovered a way to make technology work alongside magic instead of against it. It wasn't really my discovery actually. I found records of a war long ago and machines built to combat against magic. They called them Magitechnology, Magitech, Mystek, whatever you want. One of them you can see right here," he gestured towards a block of stone on his desk. "That is a special piece of polycarbonate. It was designed to defend against magical attacks.

"I use it to defend some of the more sensitive pieces from magic. Going back to magic, as you know it is an electromagnetic force. By manipulating that force through the Law of Conservation, we can achieve the desired results as today's magic. As for some of the other equipments, well I'm afraid that is my own little secret. The machines are not designed by me alone. They rarely are actually. Also I'm not usually the one that mans the equipments when I'm called into a fight. As you've no doubt saw, I prefer to be up in my opponent's face where I can fight and insult them," he chuckled slightly with a wink.

"Okay. Thanks for the information Harry," Lily said cheerfully.

"No problem Lily. I have to say that you are probably one of the most studious person I've ever met. I'd a friend who was a tad more overzealous than you are though." Harry checked through some papers on his desk silently.

"What is Howl?"

"I beg your pardon?" Harry said, looking at her.

"I don't think I've ever seen a trunk with a mind of its own before."

"Ah yes, Howl can be quite difficult at times."

"Can you tell me?"

"I guess. I met Howl through my travels. I chanced upon a tree that many of the locals said howls at night. I thought that it was probably just the wind and decided to camp near there anyway.

"It turned out that the tree really was howling. I am many things Lily, crafter, fighter, smith, and even woodcarver. I walked up to the tree and decided to take it with me. I was in need of a new trunk anyway after my last adventure." Harry smiled wryly at how his last trunk was blown to smithereens in his opponent's face.

"How did you get the tree?"

"Simple. I asked if it would like to go with me on my adventures."

"You asked it?"

"Yep. I cut it down and took it to a nearby workshop. It took me more than half a year of constant work but it was worth it."

"Why is Howl alive though?"

"Well… that I'm not too sure. Howl just started moving around on his own one day. I have a hypothesis though. Stories were told of how a faithful dog was buried underneath that tree. I suppose that the dog's spirit was absorbed in the tree.

"Of course, even if he is loyal, he has one major attitude problem," Harry said grumpily.

"How so?"

Harry sighed. "He considers whatever is inside of him under his jurisdiction. Some times, when I can't find a place to sleep because of my travels, I sleep inside a really large castle like area inside Howl. Of course he considers it his so he calls it his castle. When I challenged him, he rearranged the entire layout and kept it inconstant so I was lost in there for three days before I begged for mercy."

"I-I see," Lily said hesitantly. Harry fell silent and went back to the papers on his desk.

Lily plucked up her courage. "Professor, there's one more thing that I wish to ask of you."

Harry looked up at her seriously.

And there you have it. Many more secrets of Harry that have been revealed, only to reveal several more secrets.

I know that the spider-curses idea have been used, but I felt that I should stick to it somewhat. Don't really have anything else to say here... the next chapter will be up sometime near Halloween.