Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Harry Potter or Oh My Goddess.

Breakfast at Hogwarts was generally a noisy event, full of chatter from students as well as a rush of owls delivering letters and the daily newspaper. Harry quickly made his way to the Gryffindor table, sliding in to sit next to Neville who was reading a letter that a regal looking owl had delivered. On the table in front of him sat a small glass ball.

"It's from my grandmother," Neville explained without being prompted, "this is her old Remembrall. It will light up if you have forgotten something." He looked away from the letter and regarded the magical orb in front of him. "Unfortunately it doesn't tell you what you have forgotten."

Harry nodded understandingly. "Still, it is better than nothing, right? At least this way you'll know that you have forgotten something, which could spark your memory."

Neville shrugged as he put the ball in a pocket. "I just wish my grandmother would stop treating me like I'm a fragile plant," he said as he reached for the boiled eggs, "ever since my parents were cured I've been a lot less forgetful."

Ron suddenly sat down across the table from them. "Broom flying today, it should be great!"

Harry grinned, it did sound like fun. "I sure hope so. My godfather has told me all about the Quidditch games here at Hogwarts, so I'm looking forward to trying a broom out."

Neville did not look at all happy about the news. "Oh, great. This sounds like a great way to get hurt."

"Nah, you'll be fine." Ron said as he helped himself to some scrambled eggs. Hermione looked slightly worried.

"I haven't been able to find any books on how to fly a broom properly," she said, "I'm worried about today's lesson."

Ron looked amused. "You don't learn how to ride a broom by reading," he said dismissively, "you learn by doing it."

Harry took pity on his fellow Gryffindor. "It's like riding a bicycle," he explained, "no amount of reading will prepare you for what it is like when you first try it."

Harry's explanation only seemed to make Hermione even more worried, while Ron and Neville both looked confused.

"What's a bicycle?" Neville asked.

Skuld looked at her newly framed certificate with some satisfaction. It was the official document issued by the Norwegian Magical Academy for her Sertifikat av Generell Magi, also known as the SGM. An agreement between the Norwegian Ministry of Magic and the British Ministry of Magic meant that her SGM results were considered to be equal to NEWT results. With her SGM in hand, Skuld could now qualify for almost every magical job in Britain.

Skuld could not display the more important certificate in her home in Midgard. While passing the SGM tests was the public reason for her trip to Norway, most of her time had been spent on her final exams to qualify for her full Goddess Magical License. That had involved long and taxing days with multiple examiners, all under the broader supervision of Peorth. Now that she had demonstrated that she could use and control her innate magical ability in a responsible and intelligent manner, she was fully qualified for Midgard duty.

Of course, the fact that she qualified for Earth-side duty a few years after she actually first visited her sisters in Japan was conveniently ignored by the administration. They preferred to look at the positives that had come from that unorthodox action rather than the bouts of total chaos that the Norns could create when they lived together.

For Skuld, the completion of her formal magical training opened a lot of doors as far as her career in Asgard was concerned. At one time she had thought that being the supreme System Manager for Yggdrasil was her dream job, and she was certainly well on the way towards achieving that goal. But after a few years on Earth, and the knowledge of just how broad her abilities were, she was now contemplating new careers that she once would have discounted.

Fortunately for Skuld, any decision in that regard could wait. For now her role on Earth was more important - having been assigned to Belldandy's Prophecy Fulfilment task, she was committed to it until the job was finished. This did, however, leave Skuld with a new problem.

"Have you decided what you want to do now, Skuld?" Belldandy asked pleasantly as her younger sister turned from the framed certificate.

Skuld frowned as she thought it over. The real question was what Skuld was going to do in Britain's magical society for the next few years. Belldandy had neatly moved into the role of a stay-at-home mother and Urd had her shop in Diagon Alley. Skuld needed something to keep her occupied, preferably something that would give her a presence in Britain's magical community.

"I think Urd's idea was the best," Skuld said reluctantly, "pursuing a Mastery would give me more official qualifications and allow me to make myself well-known in some parts of the magical world here."

Belldandy smiled brightly. It was good to see Skuld willing to continue her education. "Have you any thoughts on which field, Skuld?"

The Norn of the Future glanced at the parchment that contained her final SGM results. She grinned as she returned her attention to Belldandy.

"Actually, I was thinking that a Mastery in Defence Against the Dark Arts might be a useful addition to round out our selection of qualifications." Skuld paused for a moment, before she continued with a more thoughtful expression. "I'd rather work on combining technology and magic, like they've done with the Wizarding Wireless. From what I've seen, though, I wouldn't get very far with the Wizengamot the way it is. So I'll work on that in private, and make Defence my public Mastery."

Belldandy nodded as she listened to Skuld's explanation. "That seems to be the wisest choice. Shall we have some tea?"

Harry's first broom riding lesson at Hogwarts was, like Potions, a shared class with the Slytherin first years. As the first year students made their way to the open area designated for broom practice, there was a distinct gap that separated the two houses. Ron Weasley was noticeably staying as far away from the Slytherin students as he could, while some of the Slytherins that Harry had not yet met were pointedly walking as far away from the Gryffindors as they could.

Draco Malfoy was one of the few Slytherins who seemed to be indifferent to the rivalry between the two houses, walking close enough to the Gryffindors that he managed to catch Harry's attention.

"Another meeting, tonight?" Draco asked just loudly enough for Harry to hear. Harry glanced at Neville, who was walking nearby, who shrugged in response. Harry turned back to Draco and nodded.

"Same time, same place?" He asked. Draco nodded in reply, before he turned his attention back to Pansy Parkinson who seemed intent on drawing Draco's attention to some feature on the castle.

When the first year students arrived, Madam Hooch was waiting for them. She fixed them all with a stern look.

"I am here to teach you how to ride a broom safely," she began, "there will be no mucking around in my class. Obey instructions immediately and do not fly beyond the marked area." She gestured at the edge of the grassy area they were assembled in, where a number of tall posts marked a boundary.

"Now, everybody stand by a broom and wait for further instructions."

Harry walked over to the nearest free broom and looked at it. While he had never ridden a broom before, he had seen the brooms owned by Sirius and Remus. His godfather had promised to get Harry his own broom once he had finished his first year of broom lessons at Hogwarts. The broom at Harry's side did not look to be in nearly as good condition as the top quality brooms Sirius had purchased.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!'"

"UP" everyone shouted.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Ron's hadn't moved at all. Draco was looking particularly frustrated as his broom refused to budge.

"UP!" The blond Slytherin boy shouted again, managing to get his broom to twitch. Draco's look of frustration only increased. "UP!" he shouted again, with more force.

Suddenly the broom shot up into Draco's hand faster than the eye could follow. There was a sickening crunch as the broom hit the boy's hand. Draco paled, before tears started to leak from his eyes. Madam Hooch was by him almost immediately.

"Wretched broom," she muttered as she cast a charm on Draco, "the enchantments are definitely out of whack. Come with me, Mr Malfoy, I'm afraid your hand is broken."

As she escorted the injured boy away, she called over her shoulder to the rest of the class. "The rest of you stay put and don't get on your brooms! If any of you go flying without supervision I'll see to it that you are expelled!"

The rest of the class watched in silence as Madam Hooch and Draco disappeared into the castle. Ron looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped after Harry glanced at him.

"I had no idea that a broom could do that," Neville said as he looked at the broom in his hand nervously, "I'm a little worried about this now."

"Just relax," Ron advised, "these are old brooms and the enchantments aren't that good these days. They're more likely to just not take off than anything else."

"That's not really encouraging," Hermione said tiredly as she looked at her broom on the ground, "are these things really safe?"

Harry was in the process of opening his mouth to reply when Neville's broom suddenly jerked into the air, taking the surprised boy with it as he dangled by one hand. Neville looked panicked as he desperately grabbed onto the broom with his free hand.

"Hold on, Nev!" Harry cried as he looked around for any teachers who might be in the area. "Try to swing your leg over!"

Unfortunately there were no teachers in sight and Neville did not look like he was in any state of mind to do more than just hold on for dear life. After a moment's hesitation, Harry swung his leg over his own broom and kicked off as he had seen Sirius do on one occasion. He was relieved when he managed to take off, and urged his broom to intercept Neville's.

Ignoring the shouts from Hermione to get back down, Harry managed to come up below Neville and put a hand out under the boy's foot. "I'm going to push, Nev, try to get up and on your broom."

Neville nodded frantically and started to strain to haul himself up. With Harry's help he finally managed to get his leg over the broom, where he sat panting in terror.

"Thanks, Harry," the boy managed to gasp out as Harry came up level. Harry looked down and was amazed to see that the two of them had managed to rise to a height of over 80 feet.

"Have you got control of that broom now? Do you think you can get it down?" Harry asked. Neville looked at his broom nervously, trying to ignore just how high up they both were.

"I think so," Neville began when he suddenly looked at his pocket. Harry followed Neville's eyes and saw his Remembrall about to fall out.

"No!" Neville said as he quickly snatched at the Remembrall. He missed, and the magic ball began to fall. Even as Neville looked on in horror, Harry reacted rapidly and pointed his broom towards the falling ball.

Urging his broom down, he raced after the falling Remembrall. Ignoring the rapidly approaching ground, he overhauled the ball quickly and snatched it out of the air. With the ball safe in his hand, he pulled the nose of his broom up as hard as he could, pulling out just a foot above the grass. He quickly came to a stop and tumbled off his broom onto the grass, looking up to see Neville coming back down at a more sedate pace.

"HARRY POTTER!"

Harry's heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Professor McGonagall was running toward them. He got to his feet, trembling.

"Never, in all my time at Hogwarts, have I seen such an act of recklessness!"

Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "— how could you?! You might have broken your neck!"

Before the Deputy Headmistress could say any more, Hermione had run over and had started a rapid explanation of what had happened. Ron had gone to check on Neville as he finally returned to the ground.

As Hermione wound down, McGonagall fixed Harry with a stern look.

"Mr Potter, you will come with me. The rest of you put those brooms down and go wait in the Great Hall. I will let Madam Hooch know that your lesson today has been cancelled until we can check these brooms over."

With that McGonagall turned towards the castle and walked off at a brisk pace. Harry hurried to keep up, hoping that Madam Hooch's comments about expulsion were just an exaggeration. Eventually the Deputy Headmistress stopped outside of a classroom and opened the door.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment?" She asked. Harry was puzzled. What wood?

Wood turned out to be a fifth year student who looked to be as confused as Harry.

"Follow me, you two," said Professor McGonagall, and they marched on up the corridor, Wood looking curiously at Harry.

"In here."

Professor McGonagall pointed them into an empty classroom. She shut the door firmly and turned to face the two boys.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood — I've found you a new Seeker."

Wood looked delighted. Harry was even more confused.

"I thought first years couldn't play Quidditch?" He asked tentatively. McGonagall shook her head.

"First years are not allowed their own brooms, but they can be a member of their House Quidditch team if their Head of House allows it. I don't think Professor Sinistra will disagree with me on this."

"How good is he, Professor?" Wood asked.

"I saw him catch a falling Remembrall from at least 80 feet up," McGonagall said with a warm look, "Charlie Weasley couldn't have managed it."

Wood looked even more delighted. He turned to Harry. "Have you ever seen a Quidditch game before?"

Harry nodded, thinking of the game he had received as a gift.

"He's just the build for a Seeker, too," said Wood, now walking around Harry and staring at him. "Light, speedy — we'll have to get him a decent broom, Professor. Maybe a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, something fast and agile."

"I'll arrange something with Mr Potter's godfather," McGonagall replied, "the Gryffindor team could certainly use the help."

Wood clapped his hands and turned to look Harry in the face. "I'll run you through some drills this weekend, Potter."

Harry just nodded. The entire experience was just too surreal for him.

A few hours after Draco Malfoy was injured by a malfunctioning broom, an impromptu meeting took place in the Headmaster's office. The mood was extremely tense, causing Fawkes to shift uneasily on his perch.

Albus Dumbledore looked across his desk with a calm expression that revealed little. Seated opposite the aged Headmaster was an extremely angry Lucius Malfoy.

"Just what the hell are you playing at in this school, Dumbledore?" Malfoy hissed, "Are students routinely injured by their equipment here? Should we be worried that the beds will spontaneously catch fire in the middle of the night?"

Albus sighed as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk. "I believe that a short review of the Board papers of the last decade will reveal, Mr Malfoy, that numerous requests have been made for funding to be provided to acquire new brooms. Unfortunately the Board of Governors has never seen fit to replace our current broom collection, and as such Madam Hooch has been forced to make do."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow imperiously. "And yet we never hear of brooms failing during school Quidditch matches."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow to match. "That is because the House Quidditch teams maintain their own brooms and equipment, which are usually supplied by old scholars or by the families of team members. Sadly no former student has seen fit to acquire new brooms for the flying classes."

Lucius Malfoy brooded for a moment, staring at a sleeping portrait of a former Headmaster. "So," he said at length, "just how many brooms does Hogwarts need for its flying classes?"

"At least fifty, and preferably more," Albus said at once, "they do not need to have the best performance though they should be high quality. Most of the broom makers currently offer brooms designed for beginners."

Malfoy paled slightly. "Fifty new brooms, Headmaster? Have you any idea just how much that will cost?"

"Not as much as you might think," Dumbledore replied evenly, "as we will not be purchasing the best brooms available. Brooms for beginners are a lot cheaper due to the lower performance, though the quality of the workmanship varies by brand. I believe that Madam Hooch already has a model in mind should the school ever acquire new brooms."

Lucius Malfoy brooded for a few moments, before he stood up abruptly. "Very well, Headmaster. I will call for a meeting of the Board of Governors to discuss this issue. I believe that this recent incident should allow for this issue to be seen in a new light. I will let you know of any further development."

"Thank you, Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said as he remained seated, "I hope that any future news I hear regarding this will be good."

Harry did not see Draco again until dinner that evening. The blond boy was already sitting at the end of the Slytherin table, trying to eat with one hand. Harry watched him for a moment before he walked over.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked as he got close. Draco looked up in surprise.

"I'm fine. Madam Pomphrey cast some charms to immobilise the bones and then gave me some Skele-Gro. I just can't use my hand until tomorrow, and it won't stop aching."

Harry blinked. "It'll heal that quickly?" he asked.

Draco looked at Harry oddly. "Of course. That's what the potion is for. It just hurts while it works."

"Oh," Harry replied, "I guess I'm not used to having magic around to help heal things."

Draco shook his head. "This is just another reason why wizards are superior to muggles."

Harry grinned as he spotted the apparent resumption of the debate. "I thought you were on about purebloods, not just wizards. But that can wait until you aren't growing new bones."

Draco nodded. "I think we'd best delay our next discussion until I'm well."

Harry nodded back, and then walked to the Gryffindor table. He sat down next to Neville, across from Hermione and Ron.

"Why did you go and talk to Malfoy?" Ron asked as soon as Harry had sat down.

Harry glanced at the red-headed boy as he reached for a bowl of peas. "He's hurt, and I wanted to see how he was getting on."

Ron glowered. "You'd be better off not hanging around the likes of him."

Hermione looked up sharply. "And why is that? I know he has said some nasty things about muggleborn, but just what is wrong with talking to him?"

"Leave it alone, Hermione," Neville interrupted before Ron could reply, "the Malfoys and Weasleys have been at loggerheads for as long as I can remember. Personally I think Harry has every right to talk to Draco if he wants, provided he doesn't start to spout the same views."

"No chance of that happening," Harry said as he ladled gravy onto his potatoes, "my whole family doesn't count as pureblood by Malfoy's standards, so I'm hardly going to suddenly agree with him."

Ron glared at Neville for a moment, before he turned back to Harry. "So, what did Professor McGonagall say?"

Harry took a sip of water before he answered. "She put me in the Gryffindor Quidditch team as Seeker."

Ron choked on his pumpkin juice as Neville's eyes widened. Hermione just looked confused. "Can she just do that?"

Harry looked at his plate as he thought about it. "I'm not sure. She said that there is no rule about having no first years in the team, other than getting permission from my Head of House."

"What about your guardians?" Hermione promptly asked.

All three boys paused as they thought about it. "I guess Harry will have to write them and ask. They'll have to get him a broom if nothing else." Neville eventually offered.

Harry nodded firmly. "I'll write to them as soon as we get back to our dorms tonight."

Hedwig barked gently as she offered her letter to Belldandy. Urd looked up from some notes she had been writing as her sister petted the owl with one hand while holding up the letter with the other.

"It's a bit of an odd hour for Harry to be writing, isn't it?" Urd asked. Harry normally waited until the morning before sending a letter. It had taken a while for everybody to stop being surprised at Hedwig's ability to fly from Hogwarts to Hinckley in a bit under an hour.

"It is," Belldandy replied, "he has been invited to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I was under the impression that first year students were not allowed to play."

Urd scratched her nose as she thought about it. "I guess we should floo Sirius and Remus. They'll know."

Belldandy nodded as she stood up and walked to the floo. A few judiciously placed charms had allowed them to use modern gas burners in place of the traditional coal, making the whole exercise a lot cleaner and easier to turn off.

Belldandy stuck her head through the fire once she had established a connection and held a brief conversation that Urd could not overhear. After a few minutes Belldandy withdrew from the fire and stepped to one side, allowing Sirius and Remus to emerge.

"I hope we did not disturb anything important," Urd said blandly, noting that both men were dressed up more formally than normal.

Sirius shrugged. "I was going on a date and was dragging Moony along to meet her friend. Sadly they cancelled on us just before Belldandy floo'd us."

Urd tutted gently. "Tough luck. So what can you tell us about the Quidditch teams at Hogwarts?"

Remus cleared his throat before he answered. "The short answer is that while first year students aren't allowed to have their own brooms at Hogwarts, they can join the Quidditch team if their Head of House approves. In the past they would have used a team broom, but exceptions can be made if the staff want to."

Sirius grinned broadly. "I think it's a great idea for Harry to join. Especially as Seeker. We just have to get him a broom that's suitable."

"What would you recommend?" Belldandy asked. Urd was not at all surprised that her sister seemed to be willing to agree to this. She never did a thing to discourage Keiichi from any of his insane racing events, regardless of the danger. My sister, the adrenaline junky.

"Something with good acceleration and top speed," Remus replied, "manoeuvrability would be a plus but it often comes down to a race between the Seekers. Harry will need to be able to get going rapidly and be faster than his opponent."

"The Nimbus 2000," Sirius said decisively, "it is fast, quick and handles like a dream. It is perfect for a Seeker."

"It is also expensive," Remus added, eyeing his old friend, "just how much are you willing to spend on this?"

"Bah, I can afford it," Sirius replied dismissively, "I'll contact Minerva and sort it out. Harry should get it tomorrow."

"That's wonderful!" Belldandy said warmly, "would you like some tea?"

Some early morning negotiations between Sirius Black and Minerva McGonagall resulted in Harry receiving an oddly-shaped package at lunch the day after his eventful flying lesson. Ron and Neville leaned in close as Harry removed the packaging to reveal a brand new broom.

"Cor, that's a Nimbus 2000! You are so lucky." Ron said in wonderment as he gazed at the broom. Neville was just as impressed.

"I have to agree, though I think I'd be too scared to try riding it." Neville said as he turned back to his lunch. Hermione was sitting across the table from them and looked uncertain.

"Is that a fast broom?" She asked tentatively.

"The fastest on the market. It also handles really well." Ron replied, not taking his attention away from the broom being discussed.

"Is it really the right broom for a 1st year student? I mean, it seems so dangerous." Hermione continued, looking worried.

Harry thought about it for a moment as he read the letter that had come with the broom. "I'll be OK, Hermione, it says here that my Aunt Belldandy helped pick this out. If she's happy with it then I should be fine."

Hermione looked a little more reassured and resumed eating. Harry had just put his broom to one side when Fred and George Weasley came up behind him.

"Well done, we heard that you got on the team," one of them said.

"And you already have a great broom, which is a relief," the other continued.

"Our last seeker was stuck using a clapped out old Cleansweep and was always being out-manoeuvred," the first remarked.

The second commented, "Bad show all round. Gryffindor hasn't had a decent game since Charlie left to go chase dragons."

"If you want any tips, just ask," the first offered.

"But as we are both Beaters and have no experience as Seekers, take what we say with a grain of salt," the second concluded.

"Be seeing you," both chorused as they departed. Harry watched them go with a bemused expression on his face. He turned back around and caught Ron's eye. Ron just shook his head.

"Don't ask, not even Mum knows how they do that," he muttered as he grabbed the pitcher of pumpkin juice.

Life, for Harry, was pretty good for the week following his unexpected admission to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Oliver Wood had run him through several Seeker drills, starting with catching golf balls before working up to a practice Snitch that Oliver claimed was the same type used by professional Quidditch leagues. Harry had not been convinced but had decided to not argue the point, instead concentrating on learning his role as Seeker as conscientiously as he could. Oliver Wood had assured Harry that he was already better than the previous Seeker had been, at least as far as spotting the Snitch was concerned.

His lessons had been good, Harry finding that his time spent with Aunty Belldandy had put him in a good position to pick up the practical side of things very quickly. Learning habits he had acquired from his school and from his adopted family allowed him to cope with theory based lessons quite easily, Harry finding that at times he was helping Ron and Neville understand some of the ideas behind their lessons.

The only fly in the ointment was the conduct of Professor Snape. While his behaviour in class was not nearly as abrasive as it had been during Harry's first Potions lesson, outside of class the Potions Master was continually harassing Harry and his friends.

Points deducted for minor breaches of the uniform code were common whenever Professor Snape was near. In fact just about any infringement of the school rules was met with points deductions regardless of the severity of the offence. To make matters worse, it seemed as if Professor Snape was only ever a short distance from Harry and his friends whenever they were not in class.

After yet another penalty from Professor Snape (this time for reading a school library book outside of the castle), Harry decided that he needed to do something. Accordingly, he went back to Percy Weasley, this time with Neville and Hermione in tow.

Percy listened to Harry's account quietly, only asking a few questions to clarify some parts of the narrative. After Harry finished, Percy looked to the other first year students who only nodded to confirm Harry's account. Finally, the fifth year Prefect sighed.

"Again, I can't do much about this other than take it to Professor Sinistra. But I can tell you now that it sounds like all of these point deductions were at least by the rules, even if it does sound like Professor Snape is picking on you."

Percy took the three students to see their Head of House immediately, who listened to Harry's tale of woe carefully. Eventually she just shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Mr Potter, but this is not something I can really deal with. All of those penalties were according to the school rules. I have to agree with Percy that it does look like Professor Snape is targeting you more than he should, but there is nothing official that we can do."

She paused, and stared at a paper-weight on her desk that looked suspiciously muggle in origin.

"You could try contacting your guardians. They might have a few ideas. Of course, I can't tell you to do that in my position as Head of House, but it is something to consider..."

Harry nodded glumly, and went back to his dorm to find writing materials. Shortly thereafter, Hedwig was winging her way to Hinckley again.

Urd woke up to the smell of bacon frying. She paused as she got dressed as the smell registered. While breakfasts in the Norn household often varied from traditional Japanese food to more Western dishes, the smell was strong enough to suggest that Belldandy was cooking a lot of food.

"What's going on? It smells like she's trying to cook breakfast for the entire Motor Club," Urd muttered as she made her way to the dining room. Once there she found a rather distracted Belldandy tending to her children while the table was piled high with breakfast foods. Keiichi was sitting next to his children, helping Belldandy while eating with a distracted air.

"OK, what's got you this upset this early?" Urd asked her sister as she sat down and helped herself to some scrambled eggs. Belldandy just looked upset and gestured to a piece of parchment sitting at an empty place on the table.

"Harry wrote to us last night. There's something wrong at Hogwarts." Keiichi explained as he eyed his obviously unhappy wife.

Urd raised an eyebrow as she took the letter and began to read. After finishing, she gently laid it down and started to eat. After swallowing some toast, she spoke up again.

"So, when do we go and turn him into a frog? Or would a toad be better?"

Belldandy looked up sharply. "You don't go for a start. You have a business to run. As for what to do with that...bully, I'm tempted by your suggestion but I think we need to be more circumspect."

Urd nodded, realising that Belldandy's temper was quite thin. "Fine, I'll go and tend to the shop. How about you ask Sirius and Remus about this? They may have some ideas. If push comes to shove you can have Skuld look after the twins while you go to Hogwarts to deal with this."

Belldandy's forehead creased as she thought about it. "That is a good idea. I'll floo them both after breakfast."

At lunch that day, Albus Dumbledore was entertaining some unexpected guests. Sirius Black had floo'd shortly after breakfast with a demand for an immediate meeting. While the Headmaster had been able to put the Head of House Black off until lunchtime, he had been unable to find out just what the meeting was about.

Sirius started things off immediately, skipping the normal pleasantries. "We're here to deal with that bullying prick you have teaching Potions, Headmaster."

"Language, please! Can I ask just why Professor Snape needs to be 'dealt with?' Just what has brought you here today?" Albus asked as pleasantly as he could.

Sirius snorted and threw a piece of parchment across the Headmaster's desk, while Belldandy sat quietly and watched. Albus picked up the parchment and read Harry's account of his interactions with Professor Snape. After finishing the letter, he stood up and retrieved a ledger from his bookshelf that contained a summary of all the point awards and penalties made over the year. Flipping to the week just gone, he quickly found all of the incidents that Harry had put into his letter. Sighing, he put the book back down and looked at his guests.

"You realise that I had no knowledge that this was going on?" he asked.

"Of course. But you still have a responsibility to keep your staff from abusing their positions." Sirius replied bluntly.

Albus nodded and summoned a house elf. "Could you please ask Professor Snape to come up to my office at once?"

The office was quiet after the house elf disappeared on its errand, the background sounds of sleeping portraits and the headmaster's various magical instruments being the only noise. Finally, the Hogwarts Potions Master came into the office.

"You called for me, Headmaster?" Professor Snape asked evenly. Dumbledore nodded.

"We have received a complaint regarding your treatment of one of the students, Severus." Albus explained.

Snape just scowled. "Is this about Potter again? Just what has that spoilt brat been lying about this time?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly as Belldandy frowned. Fawkes shifted uneasily on his perch as the young woman stood and faced Snape directly.

"My son is not spoilt," Belldandy said forcefully as she took a step towards the Potions Master. Several of the headmasters in the portraits woke up abruptly.

"He is not a brat," Belldandy said as she took another step. Fawkes chirped once and disappeared in a burst of flame.

"He is not a liar," Belldandy grated out with her third step. In the lake next to Hogwarts, the Giant Squid began to swim away from the castle, with the local merpeople following in its wake.

"He is well-behaved at home," Belldandy almost snarled as she took another step, bringing her within arm's length of Professor Snape. Sirius and Albus were frozen in place, while the Potions Master had gone completely white. In the Forbidden Forest the centaurs and spiders had begun to move away from Hogwarts, following the unicorns who had already bolted.

"He is unfailingly polite and helpful, adores his brother and sister and never makes trouble," Belldandy spat out as she backed Snape into a corner. Students through-out the castle stopped what they were doing as a sense of unease came over them. In the kitchens, the house elves cowered under tables.

"You insulted him in class, you have been bullying him by abusing the school rules and have just cast aspersions on his character with no cause. I will not stand for this kind of behaviour and will do whatever it takes to see it stop. Do you understand me, Professor?" Belldandy somehow managed to sound like she was about to eviscerate the unfortunate Potions Professor without raising the volume of her voice. Albus and Sirius were nervously eyeing the floo, wondering if they could escape before Judgement was brought upon Snape. The recipient of Belldandy's ire was so terrified that his muscles had locked up, leaving him unable to look away. The furious look on the young woman's face was only inches away from his own, and seemed to fill the entire universe. Eventually he managed to nod his head, almost imperceptibly.

Belldandy leaned back, her expression relaxing from outrage to simple annoyance. "Then I hope I won't have to come back to this school to address abusive behaviour again. Is that understood?"

There was a short pause, which was eventually broken by Albus. "Yes, we understand. And there will not be a repeat of this kind of behaviour while I am Headmaster of this school."

With that he fixed his Potions Professor with a glare. Snape noticed this and winced, realising that he was on his own in this.

"Very good, then we'll let ourselves out," Sirius said as he rose and offered an arm to Belldandy. "Oh, and this also means I won't have to raise this with the Board of Governors. I have been thinking about applying for a place on the Board, so I'm sure we'll be able to discuss staff conduct at a later date."

Belldandy managed to calm herself down as she let Sirius escort her from the Headmaster's office. Sirius was taking her out of the school via the front gate, hoping that the walk would calm her down. In the Headmaster's office, Snape's legs gave way and he slumped against the wall. Finally, he looked at Albus who was busy pouring himself a large glass of fire whiskey.

"Just what is she?" The Head of House Slytherin asked with a raspy voice. Albus took a large sip before he answered.

"Somebody we don't want to anger. Bear that in mind when you have dealings with Mr Potter."

Author's notes: It has been said in some quarters that there are War Gods who are scared of Belldandy when she gets really angry. It takes a lot to get her annoyed to that level, but when she does...even her father gets worried.