Harry awoke the next morning before the sun had risen. He rolled himself off his bed. Yawning he stretched his muscles, getting ready for his morning workout. He quietly made his way out of the Slytherin common room.

Even though it was still early September, the weather in Scotland was beginning on its journey to winter. He started with a jog around the lake, relishing the air: cold and refreshing. It soothed him.

After completing 6 rounds of the lake, he did, push-ups, sit-ups, sword training and finished with strengthening exercises with some conjured gym equipments.

By the time he was done, the sun had already risen, illuminating everything with its light, providing warmth in through the cool morning air. Looking at his watch he saw it was almost time for breakfast. He swiftly headed for the Slytherin common room.

After a hot shower, he donned his school robes and made his way towards the dining hall.

On his way he met with Neville and Hermione, the latter practically bombarding him with a string of questions. It went like. "Good morning Harry. Did the Slytherins give you any trouble? Made any new friends? Did you know that the Ravenclaw common room has its own library?..."

Harry held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay Hermione. I surrender, but first breathe, too many questions at once." He rubbed his chin in a thoughtful gesture. "Hmm, let's see. Good morning. No I was fine. Yes I made a new friend, his name is Blaize. And yes I know that the Ravenclaw room has its own library."

Hermione stood there gob smacked at his reply, before she heard Neville snickering beside her, "Very good Harry, you actually got the great Hermione Granger to shut up. I didn't think it was possible." Neville said in mock astonishment.

This broke Hermione out of her haze, she rubbed her head sheepishly. "Sorry, I got a little carried away."

"It's no, problem Hermione." Harry assured smiling cheekily.

"Come on let's go to breakfast. I don't know about you guys but I am famished." With that Harry led to the great hall.

As they walked through the hall, all heads turned staring at him.

"There look" A voice said.

"Where?"

"Next to that bushy haired girl"

"That's Harry Potter"

"Will he sign give me his autograph?"

Harry shook his head at the people's antics and resumed his journey.

As they entered the great hall, Harry saw that neither Daphne, nor Tracey were present yet. As he scanned the tables, he saw Susan sitting there with Hannah, chatting amiably.

Grinning he made his way to the House of Badger's table.

"Good Morning Susan, Hannah," He greeted, plopping down on a empty seat next to them.

"Morning Harry" They greeted in return.

"Not that I mind you sitting here, but why aren't you sitting at your own table? Won't Snape get angry at you?" Susan questioned

Harry smirked mischievously. "First of all none of my friends from Slytherin are here right now, besides I just, can't pass up the opportunity to berate that greasy haired git, now. Can I?"

"Won't you get into trouble for this?" Hannah asked, skeptically.

Harry shrugged, "I wouldn't, because it is clearly mentioned in the Hogwarts charter that students are not required to sit at their table except beginning and end of year feasts. In fact they are encouraged to sit at other tables, to promote inter-house unity. However, someone's in for a very rude awakening."

Then without a care in the world, Harry started filling his plate with eggs, oats and a glass of milk. He was merrily eating his eggs, talking to Susan and Hannah between bite, when the greasy haired potions master made his first appearance.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing at the Hufflepuff table?" He demanded.

Harry scrunched his eyebrows, amused at the question. "I am eating breakfast professor."

"Don't get cheeky with me Potter." Snape sneered.

"I won't have you ruining the reputation of Slytherin house. Get back to your own table this instant, before I am forced to give you detention." Snape demanded, turning towards his friends, he scoffed. "Clearly you have no respect for your house, associating with the likes of them."

Harry' eyes glowed for a second; he calmly placed his cutlery onto his plate, before addressing Snape. His magic was flaring wildly, everyone in the Hall, was now well aware of his presence. Even Snape had the intelligence to take a step back.

"Severus Tobias Snape, you would do well to remember whom you are talking to. I am Lord Harry Theseus Potter, Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House Potter." Harry proclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear. "Not, only did you disrespect me, you also insulted my friends, Heiress Susan Bones of the Ancient and Noble House of Bones and Heiress Hannah Abbott of the Noble House of Abbott; You will apologize this instant or, I will act as my honor dictates fit."

This made Snape flinch. "Is this a mere eleven year boy?" Snape thought drearily. When Snape had approached Harry he had thought that Harry Potter would be just like his father, speaking without thinking. He had planned to rile the brat then bring him down a peg or two for insulting a professor, which Snape was sure, would be the course of action. Oh how wrong he was. The boy standing in front of him was the perfect Slytherin. And great Merlin, his power, the boy was practically radiating magic.

The tables had just been turned on Snape. Out of the corner of his eyes Snape could see, Dumbledore hurrying towards them. This gave the man a ray of hope, maybe the Headmaster could save him.

"Now Harry, my boy…." Dumbledore began, in his grandfatherly voice.

"Head Master Albus Dumbledore from the House of Dumbledore you will not interfere in the matter pertaining three Noble Houses, otherwise I will report you with the DMLE. Back off."

Dumbledore was many things but not an idiot, in the moment he saw that his best interest would be in stepping back.

Turning towards Snape, Harry crossed his arms, staring pointedly at the scared man.

Snape knew that he had no choice now. If even Dumbledore couldn't help him then he was better of apologizing.

"I apologize," Snape managed as if he were swallowing lead through his throat.

Harry paused, before turning towards Susan. "Did that sound like a proper apology to you Heiress Bones?"

Susan replied with a simple 'no', her face an emotionless mask.

"That was not acceptable Severus Snape, you will apologize properly this time, before I make good on my words." Harry roared.

Severus gulped nervously, "I apologize to you Lord Potter, Heiress Bones and Heiress Abbott. I was out of my place speaking like that, it won't happen again."

Harry paused for a moment, looking towards his friends for their approval, "Accepted."

Snape all but fled from the hall.

"Now Harry was that really necessary?" Dumbledore asked as he was about to sit down.

"Yes it was Headmaster." His mask still in place, "If this was the behavior of your staff, towards first year students, then clearly you are not doing your job. It is your, duty to ensure the behavior of your staff. Next time keep that man in line, before I am forced to report you. Rest assured that Lady Bones and Lord Abbott are going to hear about this and you can be sure that they won't be as merciful as me." Harry finished, making Dumbledore flinch at the proclamation.

"Now if you are finished headmaster, I am trying to have breakfast."

Dumbledore nodded absent mindedly, and silently made his way through the hall.

As soon as he was gone, Harry was pulled down by two grinning Hufflepuffs. 'Wow Harry. That was well planned." Susan said, her grin threatening to split her face.

"What can I say Miss Bones, I am the best after all." Harry replied haughtily.

Laughing merrily, they chatted for a while before Harry left them to go to his table. As soon as he was seated between Tracey and Daphne, he was bombarded with praises.

"Damn Harry, you sure know how to start a day." Daphne said her smirk matching Harry's.

After a while they were approached by Professor Babblings, who handed them their timetables. "That was very well done Mr. Potter." The Ancient Runes Professor whispered quietly. "Also the Headmaster asked me to tell you that he wishes to meet you in his office during your lunch break. Come to my office once you have finished your lunch. I'll escort you."

"I'll be there professor. " Harry said giving her a smile.

He looked at his timetable:

Breakfast: 7:00 am – 9:00 am in the Great Hall

Lunch 1:00 pm – 2:30 pm in the Great Hall

Dinner 6:30 pm – 7:30 pm in the Great Hall

Monday: 9:00 am - 10:00 am Transfiguration

10:15 am - 12:15 pm Defense against the Dark Arts

12:30 pm - 1:30 pm Charms

2:15 pm - 3:15 pm Herbology

3:30 pm - 4:30 pm Potions

Tuesday 9:00 am – 11:00 am Defense Against the Dark Arts

11:15 am – 1:15 pm History of Magic

2:00 pm – 3:00 pm Transfiguration

3:00 pm – 4:00 pm Potions

Wednesday 9:00 am – 11:00 am Potions

11:15 am – 1:15 pm Transfiguration

2:00 pm – 4:00 pm Herbology

4:15 pm – 5:15 pm Charms

9:30 pm – 11:30 pm Astrology

Thursday 9:00 am – 10:00 am Defense Against the Dark Arts

10:15 am – 12:15 pm Potions

12:30 pm – 1:30 pm History of Magic

2:15 pm – 4:15 pm Charms

4:30 pm - 6:30 pm Quidditch

Friday 9:00 am – 11:00 am Transfiguration

11:15 am – 1:15 pm Charms

2:00 pm – 3:00 pm Defense Against the Dark Arts

4:00 pm – 6:00 pm Quidditch

9:30 pm – 11:30 pm Astrology

He along with his friends proceeded for the Transfiguration class. The first thing that greeted them in the class was; a cat on the table. From the magical aura the cat was radiating, Harry could tell this was no ordinary cat, he could also see the faint whitish outlines of spectacles. This was Professor McGonagall in her animagus form. "Nicely done, professor, no better way to impress a group of first year Transfiguration students than an animagus transformation," Harry watched in amusement as the cat's eyes widened, in a perfect comical scene.

All the other students looked at the boy-who-lived as if, he had gone mad. Suddenly the cat leapt off the table, transforming back into their Transfiguration teacher, before hitting the ground.

"I am impressed Mr. Potter, this is the first time a first year has guessed my form." Professor McGonagall said impressed. "What gave me away?" She added as an afterthought.

Harry smirked. "First of all professor no cat sits so stiffly, and I could sense your magical aura and see your spectacle markings."

"Very good Mr. Potter, 10 points to Slytherin." McGonagall said.

After all the students Professor McGonagall began their first Transfiguration class. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said.

"Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very, impressed.

"Now, today you all will be practicing, turning the match in front of you into a needle. The incantation and the wand movement are on the board." Professor McGonagall instructed.

Sighing, Harry absent mindedly waved his hand over the match, watching it turn into a silvery, pointed needle.

"Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed disbelievingly.

Harry looked up to see the whole class staring at him in awe, floored by his display of magic.

"Mr. Potter, did you just do silent casting, that too in your first class." She asked her mind still in denial.

Harry nodded, his cheeks reddening from all the stares.

"Umm, 30 points to Slytherin for the advanced display of magic. Let's see who else can perform the charm now." She said, then as an afterthought added. "Mr. Potter, please stay back after class."

She started walking around, inspecting other students work. By the end of their first Transfiguration class, only he, Daphne and Susan had managed the task.

After the class Harry stayed back. When all the students had left professor McGonagall beckoned him towards her office. "Come, Mr. Potter. We will talk in my office."

The office was a warm, comfy room with two recliner chair, a wide cherry wood desk, and a small fireplace. McGonagall motioned for him to take a chair, before sitting herself down, "Mr. Potter, let me start by congratulating you, for your feat, pertaining wandless magic."

"But, from what I observed. I don't think, this was, some accidental feat, was it? I think, you have been practicing magic, for a while now, right?"

Harry nodded. "You are correct professor. I have been practicing magic since, I was eight."

McGonagall couldn't believe her ears. The thought, of an eight year old boy practicing magic, that too without a wand, just didn't sit right with her. Opening a drawer on her desk, she took out a scroll. "Mr. Potter, here is the list of spells, we teach to the first years. I want you to look over the list and tell which spells you know." McGonagall instructed, handing him a piece of parchment

Mulling over the list, Harry looked amused. "I have already learnt these spells professor."

Dumbstruck by the boy sitting in front of her, she silently handed him the second year list, which had the same result, as did the third one and so on. Only on the seventh year parchment did Harry stop, saying he didn't know some of the spells in the list.

Professor shook her head a few times, before addressing the matter at hand. "Mr. Potter if you don't mind. May I test your claims?"

Harry nodded his approval.

Professor McGonagall handed him her book. "Mr. Potter, first I want you to change this book into a bird, any bird you want."

Waving his hand, Harry silently thought the incantation "Avifor," the book transformed into a nightingale

"A Nightingale" Professor McGonagall smiled, at his choice. "Now, show me a conjuration spell."

"Avis" Harry said, as a flock of birds appeared out of thin air.

Professor McGonagall looked at him, impressed. "Lastly, I want you to, vanish them."

With a swift "Evanesco," the vanishing spell, Harry made the book disappear.

Professor McGonagall sat transfixed. Never in her entire teaching career, had she witnessed such a feast. The first year boy sitting in front of her, had managed to do spells which, even her N.E.W.T level students struggled with.

"Mr. Potter" She began, not knowing what to say. "After watching your performance, I am most confident that you could easily take your Transfiguration O.W.L right now, with a straight O. But before that, I want to know, is your progress in other subjects at same level?"

"Yes Professor." Harry confirmed. "I have almost completed the seventh year course in Potions and Charms. While Defense, Runes and Arithmancy are already complete. History of Magic and Astronomy is the only course, I am lacking behind in."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "OK, then Mr. Potter, seeing your position, I am willing to offer you a deal. While you cannot give your O.W.L.S, before fifth year, it doesn't mean we can't teach you, your mastery course, in your chosen subjects, while you are in school. Let me talk to the other teachers and if they all agree, then we can have you sit for your mastery classes."

"Can we do that?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes Mr. Potter. Although it is not a common practice, there is no rule against students studying for their mastery, in school." Professor McGonagall explained, amused by the excited look on his face.

"Now, off you go Mr. Potter, give me a few days time, I shall discuss with all your professors, and if your performance in other subjects is up to the mark, we'll arrange for your classes." Handing him a note, explaining his late arrival for the next class, Professor McGonagall shooed him out of her office.

The next was Defense Against the Dark Arts, the class he had been really looking forward to. There were however two major drawbacks in the class. First, they had it the Gryffindor, where a certain Redhead pig couldn't leave him alone. The boy had his mind set on making Harry his 'best mate'. The second was their teacher: Professor Quirrell. But Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke.

His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said

Was, to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and Blaise insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

Though Harry couldn't understand it yet, but something was definitely wrong with Quirrell. The way he always seemed to stutter and not to mention Harry had seen a very dark aura radiating from him, which just didn't add up. He would have to research more, before he reached a conclusion.

After Defense, their third period for the day was Charms. Which was taught by, Professor Flitwick, he was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak.

"Welcome everyone, to your first Charms class," Said Professor Flitwick, once everyone was seated. "We will begin with the 'lumos' charm, can anyone tell me more about it?"

Two hands shot up in the air, one belonged to Tracey Davis and the other to Harry Potter.

"Yes Mr. Potter," Asked Professor Flitwick.

The Wand-Lighting Charm, 'Lumos' is a charm, a light-creation spell, used to illuminate the tip of the caster's wand

Despite its apparent simplicity, it was not invented until the 18th century. It was first used publicly by Levina Monkstanley, its inventor, in the Ministry of Magic in 1772, to help her look for a fallen quill on a dusty corner

However, Garvin Lügner, a German wizard, claimed to have been the one who invented the spell, while he was developing his Instant Darkness Powder. It later transpired that Lügner had been lying about the invention of the charm and that his Instant Darkness Powder did not do too much more than slightly, diming the lights.

"Excellent Mr. Potter, 20 points to Slytherin, for a wonderful explanation of the 'lumos' charm,"

With that the class continued. Harry found professor to be an easy going guy, as compared to Professor McGonagall. Professor, Flitwick was also an international dueling champion. A title he himself wanted to achieve one day.

Next they all had lunch break, so, all of Harry's gang made their way towards the Great Hall. After finishing his lunch, Harry made his way towards Professor Babbling's office.

"Ah, Harry, come in, come in!" Babbling said sliding a few pieces of paper off to the side of her desk and waving him forward. "So, Harry Professor McGonagall approached me earlier today. She told me that you have already completed your N.E.W.T course for runes, and would like to study for master in my subject, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry replied.

"Wonderful." The runes professor said, clapping her hands.

"Check out these, tell me which ones you identify."

Harry looked over the runes, replying without even a second glance. "This is the 'fire' rune, 'shield' rune, 'thunder' rune…"

"This won't do, these are too easy." Withdrawing the parchment, the professor handed him another parchment.

"Translate these are the runes taught in N.E.W.T classes."

Harry snorted, "This was N.E.W.T level." He thought nonchalantly. "Professor this is the 'fire' rune, which you have woven with 'recycling' rune, along with the 'recharging' rune. This is the runic cluster for self heating. The second is some kind of 'trigger', interwoven with a 'timer' rune, along with an 'explosion' rune."

"Leave it. Let's move on to a more practical approach. Tell me Mr. Potter have you ever made a runic cluster?" Professor Babblings asked, taking the parchment from him.

"Yes Professor, I have. In fact there is one, which I recently developed. I was hoping to have it reviewed by you" Harry said, taking out his own runic cluster.

Professor Babblings looked over it incredulously. "Hmm, what do we have here, a 'shield' rune, interwoven with … 'power' rune and 'absorption' rune, along with… " She scowled, not able to understand the purpose if the cluster.

"What does this cluster do Mr. Potter?"

"Professor this is a cluster, for a self recharging shield." Harry explained, with mirth in his eyes. "You, see when I first studied the 'shield' rune, I discovered a major flaw in it. It depletes after a few strikes. So, I thought why not attach it with a charger of some sorts. I had originally thought of taking power from the casters core, but decided against that, as it would have had some serious effects on a person's health."

"Then, I thought why not take power from the attacker? Hence, I interwove the 'shield' rune with 'power' rune, 'absorption' rune, 'transfer' rune and a 'stability' rune."

As he finished Professor Babblings looked shaken out of her wits. "I'll be damned, an unbreakable shield for your first runic cluster, definitely a rune prodigy, that too in my class."

'You have a gift Mr. Potter. I'll be happy to teach you your mastery course, if you have anything left to learn that is. I'm quite sure in a few years, I'll be the one taking lessons from you."

Harry blushed, not used to such praises. Grinning at his predicament, she led him to the headmaster's office for his meeting.

When they were outside the headmaster's office; Professor Babbling's told him the password, then left, bidding him farewell.

"Mars Bars" Harry said, as the golem statue moved aside opening the door, to the office.

"Ahh, Harry my boy. Come in, please take a seat." The headmaster greeted, once he saw Harry enter his office. Harry scowled at seeing Snape sitting beside the headmaster, but did not comment on it.

Before Harry could take a seat, a screech was heard, followed by the arrival of a majestic crimson phoenix, who perched himself on Harry's shoulder. Bowing his head, as a sign of respect Harry stroked the bird's feathers. "Ah, this is Fawkes, my familiar." Dumbledore, said, introducing the bird,

Trilling loudly, the phoenix vanished in a shower of flames.

"Show, off." He heard, Morgan mutter inside his head.

"You are one to talk Mister. And do I hear jealousy in your voice?" Harry amusedly questions his familiar.

The thunderbird, accepting his defeat, wisely decided to pertain from answering.

"So, Harry." Dumbledore began, drawing Harry's attention. "How have you been all these years?"

"I have been good headmaster." Harry replied keeping a straight face. "Also, I don't recall giving you permission to address me, by my first name. You will address me as Lord Potter, or not address me at all."

Dumbledore bit back his anger. How dare the boy tell him what to do!

"My apologies, Lord Potter, Now, the reason I called you here, is to discuss your morning's behaviour, I must say I am disappointed in you. Professor Snape is your teacher here and you must respect him."

Harry scoffed. "I'll show respect only to those who deserve it, headmaster. Professor Snape here has done nothing to earn my respect."

"Why, you insolent brat, arrogant just like your father, eh. What else would you except from the son of James….."

Harry shook in anger, he had thought that after the morning's humiliation Snape would have learned to mess with him, seems like he was wrong.

"Shut up." He shouted, slamming his fist to the table. His action had the desires result. He watched in satisfaction as Snape jumped in his seat, like a lost kitten.

"Listen carefully death eater. I don't need you to tell me about a man who selflessly sacrificed his life, to save his family, while all you could do was cower under the feet of your master. This is your last warning Snape, cross me again and I will end your worthless life." Turning towards the headmaster, he said. "And as for you headmaster, I don't care what you think about my behaviour. If you ever try and dictate my life again, know this. I know all about your history with Gellert Grindlewand, and if you don't want it to become public knowledge, you would keep your concerns to yourself."

Dumbledore paled at Harry's words. This was not good, how had the boy managed to find about, Gellert? He must tread carefully, if his history with Gellert became public knowledge, people would no longer trust him. Not to mention, the blow it would have on his reputation.

Rising from his chair, Harry turned to exit the office. "Since, we are done here headmaster. I am leaving. I don't want to be late for my next class. Good day headmaster, professor."

As Harry exited he took a few deep breaths, in an attempt to calm himself, then, walked towards his next class: Herbology.

Herbology class was held outside the castle, with a jolly little witch named Professor Sprout. Here, they learned how to take care of,

all the different types plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for.

After Herbology the last class for the day was potions.

Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder there, than up in the main castle, colder even than their common room, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

Snape, like Professor Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and just like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name

.

"Ah, Yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity."

Theodore Nott and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of

Potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word - like Professor McGonagall, Snape had you caught every word - like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. All Slytherins were on the edge of their seat and looked desperate to start proving that they weren't, dunderhead's, while, the Gryffindors, seemed desperate to escape the torture.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry merely raised an eyebrow. He was asking a NEWT level question. Was Snape really that desperate? "Nothing but stinking up the room. But with the squeezed juice of thirteen Sopophorous beans, crushed snake fangs, moondew, valerian roots and sloth brain, it would make a very potent Draught of living Death."

Snape blinked his eyes a few times, before firing another question. "A lucky guess won't save you Potter. Let's try again, where, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" he asked.

"Your potions cabinet, or more specifically, the stomach of a goat" he replied.

"What is the difference Potter between monkshood and wolfsbane?" asked Snape, his face red with anger.

"Nothing, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite" he said coldly.

"What are the ingredients for the antidote of a love potion?" He asked.

"Wiggentree twigs, Castor oil and Extract of Gurdyroot."

"What is Shrivelfig?"

"The Shrivelfig is a magical plant, the best specimens of which are found in Abyssinia. The flowers of the Shrivelfig grow inside the fruit, both of which are purple in colour. It's a deciduous plant, meaning that its leaves start to shed in autumn, and the plant is leafless during winter. However, due to its aggressive roots, the plant can still survive even in snowy conditions. The leaves have medicinal properties. When skinned the fruit, which is actually the plant's flower and contains blossoms inside, produces a purple liquid with potion-making properties" Came the calm reply.

"And For which potion are Shrivelfig, Porcupine quills, Peppermint sprigs used for Potter?" Snape asked getting desperate.

"Shrivelfig, Porcupine quills, Peppermint sprigs along with Sopophorous beans and Wormwood are used in a potion to induce euphoria." Harry replied, without hesitation.

"How do you identify the said potion?" The potion master asked.

"The finished potion is Sunshine yellow in colour. Has a sweet and aromatic fragrance. Also, it Emits rainbow when finished."

"Tell me Potter, what would I get if I mix Ashwinder egg, Squill bulb and Murtlap tentacle?" Snape asked, running out of questions.

"Ashwinder egg, Squill bulb, Murtlap tentacle, Tincture of thyme, Occamy eggshell and powdered common rue are the ingredients for Felix Felicis or 'liquid luck'. It is a magical potion that makes the drinker lucky for a period of time, during which everything they attempt will be successful. It was invented by Zygmunt Budge, during the 16th century. The finished potion greatly resembles molten gold and takes six months to brew. " Harry replied correctly again.

The entire class watched in stunned silence, as Harry Potter answered, questions beyond N.E.W.T level, without a second's hesitation.

Snape's face turned purple in rage. "Well? Why aren't you all righting it down?"

The day's task was to brew a potion to cure boils. Harry partnered with Daphne, with their combined knowledge; the potion was finished ahead of the allotted time. A could of acid green smoke and a loud hissing noise filled the dungeons, as Snape approached them, already on a warpath against him. "Potter, I asked you to brew your own potion. Not sit back and let your partner do the whole work. You lazy brat, no decency at all, it's a miracle you even got selected for Hogwarts." The greasy haired man, snarled.

Suddenly Harry felt a presence on his mental shields. He smiled inwardly, just the opportunity he was looking for. Nobody could have saved Snape now.

Instead of offering resistance, Harry allowed the man to enter his mind, trapping him inside.

Snape had expected a mindscape of an eleven year old boy, with no knowledge of Occlumency. What he didn't expect was a full blown trap.

He stood on a vast expanse of land; plane barren grounds for as far as he could see.

Above him written in fire was a message.

"WELCOME DEATH EATER, TO YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE."

The message shifted.

"HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY."

Suddenly Snape felt something bit onto his ankle. He looked down, to get the shock of his life. The barren ground had turned into a sea of snakes. They were slithering around his body, biting onto every exposed part. He felt himself sinking below with the snakes covering his whole body.

When he opened his eyes, Snape found himself screaming in fear, thrown against a corner of the room.

Harry silently walked towards the scared man, his eyes a glowing emerald green. "I gave you a last warning Death Eater, you still chose to ignore it. Well, congratulations, you just performed a failed attempt, of Legilimency of a Lord of a Most Ancient and Noble house, which has an automatic life imprisonment sentence. You just signed your death warrant."

Leaving the man to his misery, Harry waved his hand, and all his things piled up in his back. Not wanting to leave him alone, Harry's friends collected their things, following the boy out of the classroom.

"Harry wait," Daphne shouted, all of them running to catch up with him.

Slowing his pace, Harry waited for his friends to catch up.

"What happened, Harry?" asked Daphne panting.

"Snape just tried to perform Legilimency on me. Unfortunately for him, my mind shields are not penetrable, by some lowly jealous git. But, this allows me to report him with the DMLE, for life imprisonment." Harry replied.

They walked towards the Transfiguration classroom, searching for Professor McGonagall. They found her sitting in her office.

"Mr. Potter, what are all of you doing out of class?" The transfiguration professor asked.

"Professor, Snape just tried to mind rape me. I just wanted to inform you before I report it with the DMLE."

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened in disbelief, "Are you absolutely sure Mr. Potter?"

"I am Professor." Harry replied emphatically.

Professor swore loudly, "That bastard, I had told Albus to remove him, but no, he never listens. I am sorry for your inconvenience Mr. Potter. Don't worry I will call the aurors myself."

Stepping forward she activated her floo network, calling Amelia Bones.

"Good evening Minevra, Harry? What are you doing here," Asked the voice of Amelia Bones.

"Amelia, I have called you to report a forced Legilimency attack on Mr. Potter, by Severus Snape." Professor McGonagall explained to the head of DMLE.

"What!" Amelia shouted disbelievingly. "Harry is this true?"

"It is Aunty." Harry replied.

"Everyone step back I'll be there in a few minutes. Let me gather a few aurors first."

Within 5 minutes Madam Bones and a group of 5 aurors stepped through the floo network.

"Are you all right Harry?" Amelia asked, embracing her nephew.

Harry nodded with a small smile.

As she got up all visage of kindness seemed to vanish from her face, replaced with a determined and furious expression. "Where is Snape?"

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Albus Dumbledore was not a happy man. All of his plans had just been flushed down the sewer. Harry Potter was, not the boy he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be a stuttering, weak minded, gullible idiot. Not a knowledgeable, confident, boy, with such damn powerful Occlumency shields.

Albus was calmly sitting in his office, mulling over his meeting with Harry, when he suddenly received a floo call from Madam Pomprfey, telling him, that Severus had just been brought into the hospital wing.

Albus had immediately rushed there to check on the man. What he found shocked him. Snape was shivering on his bed, scared out of his wits, due to a failed Legilimency attack on Harry Potter. Only, after being given several dosages, of the Draught of Peace did the man came back to his senses.

How the boy had developed such strong mindscape, was beyond Albus' scope of knowledge. But, what troubled him more, was, the news, that Severus had been caught red handed in the act. This combined with the fact, that Severus had berating, the boy, on his very first day of school, only added to his worries. This was certainly not good.

He had to save Severus at all costs. The man was a valuable asset to him. Losing Severus would mean losing his only spy within Voldemort's ranks, and Albus Dumbledore in his right mind, just couldn't allow it to happen. It was for the Greater Good after all.

Before he could do anything, Madam Amelia Bones entered the hospital wing, with five aurors in tow.

"Madam Bones, what can I do for you on this fine day?" Albus asked with his trademark twinkle.

Amelia scoffed. "Spare me the theatrics, Dumbledore. I am here to arrest Severus Tobias Snape, on the charge of forced Legilimency on the Lord of a Most Ancient and Noble House."

"What? Why does everyone believe that brat? He is nothing but an attention seeking boy? He is the one, you should be arresting for attacking a teacher. But, no everyone, has to believe him. The boy is arrogant, just like his father, I am telling you, no good at all." Severus shouted from his bed.

Amelia narrowed her eyes threateningly at the Potions master. "And, how may I ask, Mr. Snape, did you, judge Mr. Potter in, a single class?"

No reply just, as she expected.

"Aurors cuff him." She ordered, nodding at the lead auror.

"Now, now, Madam Bones," Dumbledore cut in. "I am sure this is all just a big misunderstanding. Young Harry must have misunderstood. How else, is an eleven year old boy supposed to know about Legilimency?"

Amelia shook her head, at the man's blatant attempt in saving the death eater. "Be that as may Dumbledore. I have a warrant to arrest Severus Snape. If you try and interfere in my investigation, I will arrest you too, in charge of harbouring a criminal. Now, step aside and let me do my job."

Dumbledore stepped aside, accepting defeat for now. Severus Snape watched helplessly, as the aurors cuffed him with magic restricting cuffs. How had his life come to that?

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The Wizengamot court room, where all the judiciary proceedings are held is a wide circular room. Almost two-thirds of the room is ringed in tiered seats that appear quite plush. There is a gap at each end, one of which leads to where the party of wizards and witches enter. The last one-third was the hard wooden benches up which the viewers are seated.

Today the court had been summoned for an emergency session. None of them knew what this was about, but were present nonetheless.

At precisely 6:00 pm the doors opened and the presiding members of the day trials stepped in.

A greasy haired man, dressed in crumpled black robes was brought in. Lead by the head of DMLE, Lady Amelia Bones. The third person to enter was Albus Dumbledore, followed closely by the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Albus sat on the central seat of the chamber. The seat reserved for the chief warlock.

"I call the 122nd Wizengamot, session to order." Dumbledore shouted, signalling everyone to take their seats.

"Madam Bones, please begin."

Amelia stood and walked to the centre of the room. "Esteemed members of the Wizengamot, before we proceed, I would to make a request. I move that Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore, not preside over today's meeting, as this trial conflicts directly with his interests. I vote for Madam Mrchbanks to be the acting Chief Witch for today's session."

"I second the motion." Lucius Malfoy said from his seat.

Dumbledore for his part did not argue. "Let's put it to a vote, shall we, all those in favour of Madam Marchbanks presiding over today's trial?"

Almost all the hands went up, making the result unanimous. Dumbledore grudgingly stepped down from his seat, as Madam Marchbanks took his place.

"Madam Bones please, present the case." Madam Marchbanks said.

"Today's case is; Harry potter vs Severus Snape." Amelia replied.

The Chief Witch motioned for them to be brought in.

The double set of doors opened, Harry Potter stepped inside, wearing an expensive blue set of robes with the Potter crest on them. On his side was Madam Longbottom.

Murmurs broke in the Wizengamot hall.

"Silence." Madam Marchbanks boomed.

"Madam Bones, you may question the accused."

Amelia nodded. "Severus Tobias Snape, potion Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You have been accused of performing forced Legilimency on a Lord of a Most Ancient and Noble House. Also, you are charged for being a spy for He-who-must-not-be-named. You helped the dark lord by providing him with the prophecy, which led to the death James and lily Potter. Your last charge is escaping justice by misleading this body, about your status as a Death Eater. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty." Snape replied, failing to appear confident. If these people knew about the prophecy then he was in deep trouble.

"So noted," Amelia said "Madam Chief Witch requesting permission to administer the Veritaserum? For the case of Harry Potter vs Severus Snape; Prosecutor Madam Longbottom of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom, Interrogator, Amelia Bones, Chief Witch, Madam Marchbanks."

"Madam Chief Witch, I must object," Dumbledore getting up from his seat.

"The court recognises, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

"Thank you Chief Witch. I am sure this has all been a big misunderstanding. Professor Snape is a highly talented potions master who has been teaching for the past decade at Hogwarts. He would never perform Legilimency on a minor. If Mr. Potter just withdraws his case and apologises, then my client would be willing to forgive him."

Madam Longbottom scoffed. "Be that as may Albus Dumbledore, the court has the right to question the accused. Furthermore my client has already submitted a pensive memory of the event, which has been reviewed by an unspeakable. Madam Chief Witch the reports are on your table."

Madam Marchbanks examined the piece of parchment on her desk. "Hmm, it says the memory has been verified by the unspeakable Croacker, while, the second report confirms the use of Legilimency by Severus Tobias Snape on Lord Harry Theseus Potter, verified by our Legilimency expert Auror Shackelbolt. The evidence is concrete, the court will proceed."

The Chief Witch nodded. "You have permission to administer Veritaserum, Madam Bones."

Three drops of the truth serum were given to Snape. Immediately his eyes became glazed.

"What is your name?" Amelia questioned

"Severus Tobias Snape." Came the reply.

'Did you perform Legilimency on Lord Harry Theseus Potter, without his knowledge?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Madam Bones asked.

"The boy is an arrogant brat, just like his father. He had somehow cheated and answered all answers correctly in my class. I wanted to teach him a lesson." Snape snarled.

"Were you ever loyal to Albus Dumbledore?"

Snape scoffed, "Never. I will never follow that Muggle Loving fool." At the reply Dumbldore looked crestfallen, but wisely decided to keep quite.

"Were you a spy for lord Voldemort?"

"Yes."

'Did you become a Death Eater willingly?"

"Yes. No one can be forced to take the dark mark." Protests broke out at the revelation, but were silenced, by Madam Marchbanks.

"Explain."

'To take the dark mark one has to willingly commit a task set the Dark lord himself."

"What, task did you do, then?"

"I killed a family of filthy muggles."

"How did you convince Dumbledore, into thinking of you as a spy for him?" Amelia asked growing angrier by the second.

"I made the old man believe, I wanted revenge against the Dark lord for killing Lily Potter. Truth is, all I ever wanted was to hurt James Potter. Fooling Dumbledore was easy, after all the man actually believes, in giving 'second chances'." Snape replied.

"That is all Chief Witch." Madam Longbottom said, bowing in front if the panel members.

Madam Marchbanks scribbled something on her parchment, before addressing the council. "The court has decided. In the case of Harry Potter vs Severus Snape, the court finds Severus Snape guilty, of performing Legilimency, on a Lord of Most Ancient and noble House of Potter, along with being a death eater and passing valuable information to the Dark lord, resulting in death Of James and lily Potter. The court sentences Severus Snape to a life imprisonment, in the highest security cell of Azkaban. Aurors take him away."

So, this was how Severus Snape, the ex Hogwarts potions master, found himself being led to Azkaban.

Standing, Madam Bones said, "Next case, Madam Marchbanks."

"Do we have time?" the elderly witch asked.

"I believe we must make it, Madam Marchbanks," Amelia replied. "We need to right a great wrong. We need to right a miscarriage of justice. A man sits imprisoned for a crime he did not commit. I was recently made aware that the man received no trial for his crimes, and was thrown into Azkaban without an opportunity to defend himself. All based on the narrow mindset of our people."

"Then we will give him a trial immediately?" The Chief Witch said gravely. "Please bring him in."

Everyone watched in stunned silence as Sirius Black was led into the court. The man looked quite gaunt; his cheeks slightly sunken; he had bags under his grey almost dull eyes.

The court was in uproar.

"Madam Chief Witch, I must protest. Sirius Black is a convicted criminal. He cannot be allowed to escape."Dumbledore said frantically.

Madam Bones cleared her throat. "If you hadn't heard me correctly Albus Dumbledore, I just told everyone present, how Mr. Black was thrown into Azkaban without a trial. That is why he is being given one today."

Before Dumbledore could protest, Madam Marchbanks spoke. "Madam Bones in correct, Sirius Black will be given a trial as is his right. I suggest you stop wasting our time Dumbledore."

"Well, it's about time I got a trial." Sirius chirped, once he was seated.

"Sirius Arctus Black," Madam Bones began, her voice quavering slightly. "You are accused on the charges of leading Lord Voldemort to the secret location of the Potter, where they were then murdered that night on October 31 1981. You are charged with the murder of Peter Pettigrew, along with thirteen muggles. Whom, you killed during your pursuit of Peter. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty." Sirius replied.

"Noted," said Madam Marchbanks. "Madam Bones, you may begin."

With a nod of her head towards her aurors, one of the aurors came forward carrying a small phial of clear liquid. Sirius tilted his head back and three drops were dripped onto his tongue.

"What is your name?"

"Sirius Arctus Black"

"Are you the oath sworn godfather of one Harry Theseus Potter?"

"Yes"

"Were you ever a follower of Lord Voldemort?"

"Never"

"On the night the Potters were attacked, that is on 31st October 1981, were you the secret keeper?"

"No, that was Peter."

"Why did James Potter change the secret keeper?"

"We knew that I would be the obvious choice, so to confuse everyone we changed the secret keeper at the last moment to Peter."

'Did you kill Peter Pettigrew?"

"No, I had chased him for a few days, but the bastard managed to slip from my hands."

"Did you kill the thirteen muggles?"

"No, that was Peter. He used a blasting curse which impacted on a main gas line resulting in the explosion. That killed the muggles. Peter had himself, escaped from the scene, after cutting off his little finger."

"That is all Madam Chief Witch." With that Amelia rested her case.

The members were quiet for a very long period of time, debating over the final judgment for the case.

"After much discussion, the Wizengamot has come to a decision." Madam Chief Witch declared. "In the case of Sirius Arctus Black, we the Wizengamot, find him not guilty of all the charges, issued against him. I hereby order the DMLE to immediately release him. While we know, that no amount of money could repay the horrors Mr. Black had to face, we offer a sum of 1 million galleons for each year he spent in the prison. Also, effective immediately, Mr. Black is to be reinstated to the auror corps."

"Whoo. I am free." Sirius jumped around in excitement.

"Is that all, Madam Bones?" Asked Madam Marchbanks, amused by Sirius' tactics.

"I have one more thing I would like to bring into the Wizengamot's notice." Amelia said.

Madam Marchbanks sighed, but nodded nonetheless.

Amelia then referred to her notes and said, "I hereby charge Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore of the House of Dumbledore with: abuse of authority of the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot for using his position to have the Will of a Noble and Ancient House sealed; abuse of authority of the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot for using his position to claim guardianship of a minor, namely Harry James Potter, contrary to the wishes of his parents as stipulated in their Will; abuse of authority of the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot for using his position to improperly 'kidnap' and place the orphan of a Noble and Ancient House, namely Harry James Potter, in an abusive environment contrary to the wishes of his parents as stipulated in their Will; abuse of authority of the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot for using his position to have to intercept Lord Potter's financial statements; abuse of authority of Chief Warlock, using his authority to deny a man, namely Sirius Arctus Black, his right to trial and attempting to hide valuable information from this body; abuse of his position as Chief Warlock, using his authority to save a known Death Eater, namely Severus Tobias Snape from facing justice; abuse of his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts, using his authority to employ a bigoted Death Eater, and allowing to repeatedly mind rape and harass young minors; attempt to robbery, by trying to withdraw money from the vaults of the Lord of an Ancient and Noble House, namely Harry Theseus Potter; attempt to create an illegal marriage contract between House Potter and House of Weasley without the consent of Lord potter; abusing the magical development of a lord of an Ancient and Noble House namely Harry Theseus Potter, by placing magical blocks on him, without the will and consent of his parents;"

As soon as Amelia started with naming Dumbledore as the recipient of criminal charges, the ruckus started. The members of the Wizengamot were very vocal with their views against Dumbledore. Throughout it the old fool, at least had the decency to look down in shame. Albeit, a fake one.

"After hearing and witnessing all the charges; I move that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, be removed from his position as the Chief Warlock, pertaining to his abuse of authority. I also move that Albus Dumbledore be removed As Magical Britain's representative on the ICW." Madam Marchbanks boomed, a proclamation which was met with a chorus of 'ayes'.

"You can't do that I am Albus Dumbledore, The greatest sorcerer after Merlin himself. I am the leader of light. Can't you understand all I did was for the greater good," Albus shouted from his seat.

"Be quite Albus Dumbledore." Madam Chief Witch said in a no-nonsense voice. "You will find that as the Chief Witch I can. Currently you have no authority inside this chamber. It is therefore in your best interest, to keep quiet." She said, glaring at the old wizard.

"Let's call it to a vote. All those in favour."

Nearly two third of the chamber raised their hands.

"All those against." The remaining raised their hands.

Madam Marchbanks nodded. "The Wizengamot has decided, Albus Dumbledore, you are hereby stripped of your positions of Chief Warlock, and Magical Britain's representative at the ICW. Furthermore, you are not allowed to make any decision concerning Hogwarts, without the written consent of, Deputy Headmistress, professor McGonagall."

Madam Marchbanks banged her gravel twice, signalling the end of session.

Wasting no time Harry rushed to his godfather, embracing him tightly. At this, Sirius began to sob uncontrollably, holding onto his godson for dear life.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't there for you." Sirius managed in between sobs.

Harry smiled, "You have nothing to apologise for Padfoot."

"Sirius" Amelia said, quietly. Not knowing how to approach him.

But Sirius didn't have any doubt. He rushed to the woman he loved and picked her up, hugging her for all he was worth. "Thank you, Amelia. I knew I could always count on you."

Amelia smiled lightly, tears threatening her vision.

They were broken out of their moment, by someone clearing their throat. "Now I am sure you both are delighted to see each other. But I would request Aunt Amelia to first take my deranged godfather to St. Mugnos."

Amelia nodded and led Sirius out of the chamber, blushing all the way. "I'll see you soon prongslet.' Sirius shouted once he was at the door.

Harry nodded, waving happily at his godfather.