AN: I'm not even going to give excuses I was just a lazy bastard. You may have noticed the change in the summary and rating well that's because this story is going to be dark and brutal and obviously not now but later. I recommend you refrain from reading if you don't like gore and blood. Also they will be minor "situations" with Harry and Ginny.
OK here's...
Chapter 6
"I'm a Wandless Mage," Harry said.
This earned gasp from...Ginny?
They all stared at Ginny, she gave a sad smile and said, "It was one of the thing's Tom told me about."
This time the other three stared at her and gasped.
"The only reason I do as good as I do in class is because he told me nearly everything." Ginny continued ignoring the shocked expressions plastered on the trio's faces.
"One day I asked him to tell me something interesting that nobody knew, he told me about Wandless Mages. From what he said they were incredibly rare, and had to be born at the strictest of hours and conditions." She finished.
Both Hermione and Harry were nodding their heads while Ron had a dazed look on his face.
"I've read about them in a book once...ahh...Wizards of the world, what a book it was..." Hermione said a dreamy look plastered on her face.
Harry snickered before continuing, "Well, care to explain then Hermione?" He asked in a challenging tone.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, clearly picking up on the taunt.
"Of course. Well according to the book." She started, "It says you must be born in July, have parents who have traits from the very first of their bloodline and finally have a prophecy about you before you were born." Hermione finished with a smug look.
Harry gave a devious grin and said, "Wrong."
Hermione looked shocked as did the Weasley siblings.
"That was complete and utter shit. No offence Hermione but books can only have so much real, actual information. The fact is even I can't know for sure as only a fully trained mage can actually know and don't ask me how." He added before continuing, "But a wandless mage from what I gather is a magical fluke like an empath, mind sorcerer and a metamorphmagus." He finished not paying attention to the stunned expressions of his companions.
Hermione nodded her head but still looked a bit put-off at the thought of her books and library had not done her justice.
"Don't worry Hermione only nine people in the world know this, two of which in England, me and Dumbledore." Harry said to try and soften the shock for his friend.
Hermione gave a small nod and managed a small smile.
"Well the powers that come with being a Wandless Mage are pretty cool," Harry said, "First of off I am amazingly good at wandless magic." He said with sarcasm dripping of his voice. "Then I also get a bigger magical core with stronger muscles and sharper senses."
"Harry, if you're so powerful now then what about the past? Don't get me wrong but, you were around the same level as most of us." Hermione inquired.
"Um...well-you see..."
"OI! Go to sleep now it's past curfew!" Colin Matthews's, seventh year prefect, voice erupted from the portrait hole.
The group's gaze went quickly from Harry to the prefect whose notoriety for taking no nonsense was well known. They then hurried quickly up their respective stairs to their dormitories.
In their haste though, no one noticed Harry breathe a sigh of immense relief.
Safe for another day...
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The sunlight streamed through the Gryffindor common room as a figure dressed in a full body tracksuit made his way down the staircase towards the portrait hole. His steps light against the cool marble floor as he headed down to the Great Lake as its waves caught the light of the sun resulting in a majestic gleam, skimming the top of the watery surfaces.
As Harry made his way to one end of the lake he quickly fell into a light jog, his paced quickened with every corner when, at the last corner he was at an all out sprint. He was panting when he finished but then he quickly overcame it and started breathing normally again. He then started making his way up to the great wooden doors, then taking a route to the Common Room, he started pondering on what he would do when Dumbledore confronted him.
Yesterday he was so caught up with talking to Ginny he forgot all about the meeting with the aged headmaster. Ginny...she was certainly no little girl, she had filed out quite nicely, with a most exquisite, cute little bum. Harry grinned at the moment on the train where she got flustered when she caught him gazing at her bum.
His features twisted into a frown as he suddenly realised he needed a place to train without any disturbance, especially the toad he saw during the feast the previous night. He vaguely remembered her from the article in the Daily Prophet concerning the new werewolf rights making it near impossible for them to get a job and to be registered like cattle.
Fury boiled and churned inside of Harry as small tendrils of pure magic tickled the surrounding air. He breathed in slowly as the tendrils wove back into Harry's body. He sighed as he thought back to the moment he reached out and touched the portkey that whisked him all the way to Antarctica...
He shook his head dwelling on these thoughts will do nothing. He then resumed his brisk pace towards the Gryffindor common room. He quickly uttered the password allowing him access to the room, he noticed the room was bare of any other wizards...yet he felt another presence in the room. He opened up his senses and his inner magic to search the room...in the corner he felt a pull from his magic. He looked and saw nothing. He then focused entirely on the corner and felt a familiar aura.
He smiled inwardly to himself and decided to have some fun.
"My my I wonder if Nymphadora would forgive me if I said her name, Nymphadora." He said extending the last syllable purposely.
Then a sudden outcry of rage followed by two curses erupted from the corner.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT ONE POTTER!" Tonks yelled. Harry just laughed at his seething bodyguard.
"How in bloody hell did you know where I was though!" Tonks asked.
"I can read magical aura's remember."Harry said quirking an eyebrow at her.
"Honestly am I still being followed? I thought Dumbledore had some faith in me! I mean come on I'm behind protected walls. Does he think Voldemort is going to attack me here?" Harry shouted in an outraged tone.
"Harry," Tonks said softly, "He's just trying to be helpful and you really only have yourself to blame, you disappeared for half summer and suddenly to turn up with incredible power and not to mention your new...physique!" She added with a sly grin.
"Tonks, if this is about where I was your wasting your breath I can't tell anyone, it-i-it's like I'm under some sort of Fidelius charm." Harry replied, he never liked lying but this was one secret no one could know.
"And please stop talking about my new "physique", I have enough people drooling over it as it is..."
"Fine." Tonks said holding up her hands. "Just remember you don't have to bear this burden alone, and I don't mean with Order members, I mean your friends. You're not alone in this fight Harry. Now enough talk, take your smelly arse and head up to the shower!" She finished easing away the tension in the air.
Harry laughed and said in a voice loud enough for Tonks to hear,
"Wouldn't you like to see it, oh wait, you have Remus for that."
Tonks went red, hair and all and before she could retaliate Harry disappeared up the boy's staircase and headed towards the showers with a grin plastered on his face.
Today seems like it's going to be a good day...
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As Harry stepped out of the shower and into his dorm he saw the sleeping figures of all his friends sprawled out in their respective beds. He shook his head wondering what it would take for all of them to wake up early, his mind immediately made a plan involving glue, a squirrel and some tea.
He quickly got dressed and decided to try another, easier, way of waking everyone up. He cleared his throat and said in his best imitation of Snape's voice,
"Fifty points from Gryffindor for sleeping nude in my personal study!"
The alarming statement woke them up in an instant, each fumbling for their clothes, muttering apologies.
Harry let back his head, howling in laughter. The other occupants quickly abandoned their search for their already worn clothes and stared at Harry. They realised what had happened and started cursing loudly, Ron going so far as to throw a shoe at his best friend.
Harry dodged the shoe easily and while he wasn't laughing anymore he still and a wide grin on his face.
"Holy Shit mate! I thought you really were Snape!" Seamus exclaimed receiving nods from the others.
"Relax, it was a joke, I just wanted to see what it would take to wake all you blokes up, and be thankful my other idea would scar all of you for life." Harry said with a chuckle.
"Now hurry up and get changed it's nearly time for breakfast." With that Harry made his way down the stairs.
Harry decided waiting for Ron would be a fruitless task and headed down to the Great Hall alone. He wondered how the students and staff would react towards his arrival. He grinned a bit as he turned and entered the Hall.
Most of the pupils were still rubbing the drowsiness out of their eyes or were too engrossed with their meals that none paid any attention to Harry. Which suited him just fine.
At the head table however, his arrival was more palpable. Most teachers looked at him with concerned faces, while Snape held his usual sneer, there was worry etched into the swirls of his eyes. Professor McGonagall had her lips pressed in a thin line with no emotion shown on her face. Dumbledore's eyes had no customary twinkle, but a look of immense concern. Harry's attention however was on the toad woman; she had a smug look on her face twisting her hideous features to an even worse face.
Harry sat down towards the middle of the Gryffindor table awaiting the arrival of his two friends. His attention went to the doors of the Great Hall as his senses picked up a rather familiar aura-Ginny.
He watched her walk into the Hall wearing her school clothes, a black skirt, white shirt and a Gryffindor tie. She wore a long sleeve jersey to protect her from the chill that had seeped overnight into the castle overnight.
Damn that outfit makes her look hot! Harry thought suddenly before he blushed and quickly began piling eggs onto his plate.
He dared another look towards her and noted with rage he was not the only one starring at her. He saw looks being drawn from all tables beside Slytherin, none of them seemed to realise that they were openly starring at her.
Harry slowly breathed and got his anger in control and slowly returned to his food.
"Morning, Harry." Came the sleepy voice of Ginny, who had decided to sit down beside him.
"Morning, Gin." Harry said with a smile.
"Stop looking so happy, it's unnatural to be happy on the first day of school." She said with a huff.
"Oh. Sorry your highness I seem to have forgotten to frown, apologies a thousand times." Harry said in a mocking tone before adopting a deep frown on his face.
Ginny struggled to contain her laughter but, managed and said, "No worries my dear peasant your stupidity will be forgiven." She said in a tone worthy of Malfoy himself.
Harry narrowed his eyes and decided to have a bit of fun himself, "Sorry mistress ickle Gin-Gin. I seem to have forgotten myself within Freckle land." He finished with an extravagant bow.
Ginny turned red and said muttered, "Bastard!" loud enough for Harry to hear. Harry just gave a triumphant smile.
They started conversing about trivial matters like Quidditch and Defence until the arrival of Hermione.
"Morning, Harry, Ginny." She said before plopping herself on the opposite seat, across from the two.
"Where were you?" Ginny asked.
"I was just showing a first year where the Great Hall was, honestly I don't know how you can forget where the Great Hall is." She replied with slight disgust.
"So what do you make of the ministry woman." Harry said pointing his toast to the toad.
"Oh, I can already see she's firmly in Fudge's pocket and...how do you know she's from the ministry we never said anything and you missed the feast last night." Hermione said with narrowed eyes.
Harry just said, "I saw an article in the Prophet about her and her werewolf rights."
Both Ginny and Hermione accepted the answer and returned to their meals.
The silence was shattered when Ron made his appearance, he mumbled greetings before piling a mountain of food on his plate and devouring it with great haste.
Hermione looked at him in disgust and Ginny rolled her eyes. Harry looked at the whole scene in amusement and bent down to finish his food.
Later when everyone had nearly finished Professor McGonagall did her usual routine of handing the student's schedules.
"Yes! Charms then Ancient Runes." Ginny said happily, "And a Snape free day today!"
Ron shot a jealous look and looked at his timetable.
"Hmm, Divination and then Transfiguration and...Damn! Snape last period, with the Slytherins!" Ron finished with a terrified look on his face.
Harry mirrored Ron's face and said, "Well at least it's not a double mate. Wait...that's on Wednesday." He said checking his timetable.
"Hmm, we have Defence second last." Hermione said.
Ron gave a groan and said, "Snape, Trelawney and that Umbridge woman all in one day."
Harry had to agree, his morning energy gone.
Shit, this is going to be a long day...
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"Good day class, this year shall be riddled with troubles that I cannot divulge due to my inner eye's warning." Trelawney said in a deep, mysterious tone.
Harry and Ron shared a look with each other, both of them thinking the same thing.
Here we go again.
Trelawney oblivious to the student's faces and thoughts kept going, "This year we shall revise tea leaves, palm readings and glass orbs. Be warned we will go..."
Harry zoned out, muting Trelawney's voice. He looked around and saw that everyone else had similar expressions, with only Parvati and Lavender paying any attention.
"Now off you go!" Trelawney said suddenly snapping many out of transfixed gazes on the wall and ceiling.
Parvati and Lavender immediately went to get teacups, a movement followed soon after by the rest.
Harry and Ron returned to their seats and began the task of trying to read each other's leaves.
Harry was trying to decipher if Ron was going to die by a giant marshmallow or apparate to Namibia where he would prosper and become the Minister of Magic, wearing lion skin pants. His gaze went outside where he could have sworn he saw something being repelled by what he assumed was Hogwarts' wards and barriers. He quickly brushed it off as a trick of light and went back to his task at hand.
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"Damn that bitch!" Ron exclaimed as soon as they were out of earshot of the Divination classroom.
"Tone-deaf-Bitch-Biscuit!" he shouted.
Harry turned to look at his friend, 'Tone-deaf-bitch-biscuit', where the hell did that come from?
Harry just assumed his friend was so pissed only made up words could express his feelings.
"How, HOW the bloody hell could she give us 2 MONTHS worth of homework!"
"Don't worry mate you're not alone and we'd better hurry we do have McGonagall now."
Ron nodded as they walked at a brisk pace towards their head of houses' classroom. Ron kept muttering things like Racist Crotch Hammer and Harry's personal favourite Slutty Nut Rectum. Harry laughed outrageously at Ron's comments and decided he had to write them down later.
When they reached McGonagall's class they quietly walked in and sat down next to Hermione.
"How was the fraud?" Hermione had taken to using the word 'fraud' whenever she mentioned Trelawney.
"Assigned us 2 months worth of homework, that Slimy Fuck Captain did." Ron said sourly before sulking again.
Hermione looked at Ron wide eyed with a faint tinge of red on her cheeks while Harry half-laughed and half-explained that Ron had been talking like this after their assignment was given.
His explanation was cut-short as Professor McGonagall walked into the room giving them a stern glare to shut up.
"Good day class and welcome back to another year of Transfiguration. In this class you shall be doing some of the most advanced magic that you have ever attempted in your life and I must also add that only an Exceeds Expectations on your O.W.L will allow you to continue Transfiguration. Now that's out of the way we shall be starting on animate to inanimate transformations. To save time half will be doing animate to inanimate and the other the opposite." She said.
"Now you half." She said to Harry's group, "Shall be doing inanimate to animate, and the rest of you," pointing to the other side, "The opposite."
With a flourish of her wand matches appeared on one side and slugs on the other.
"Your job is transfigure your object into the other group's one. Now any questions?"
No one said anything.
Professor McGonagall gave a small smile and then said, "Begin."
The class immediately set to work, taking out books and wands-McGonagall never told them how to transfigure their objects.
Even Hermione looked nervous.
Then she said, "How do you do this?!"
Hell broke loose, if Hermione never knew then how would anyone do it, Ron snapped out of his sulky mood any fell out of his chair. Harry however knew he could do it and make his slug with clothes even, but he knew there was a trick into doing this.
He took the matchbox carefully and examined it and then he opened the matchbox and smiled. He took out wand, pointed it at his box and calmly said, "Finite Incantatem."
Instantly his box reverted back into a slug, earning eyes of shock from everyone, including Professor McGonagall.
"Po-Potter how did you figure it out?" She said her thick Scottish accent.
"The inside of the box had some slime and my box gave some odd twitches, it was obvious that the charm that was placed was weak and a simple Finite Incantatem would do, otherwise the spell would wear off eventually." By the end of Harry's explanation Professor McGonagall was smiling.
"Twenty points to Gryffindor for exceptional thinking." She said with pride evident in her voice.
"Amazing...I never would have thought..." Hermione half-talked, half-thought.
"Well I am quite the wizard." Harry said with extravagant hand gestures and tone.
Due to Harry's success the class had a rare free period, most of them thanked Harry first before going to their own devises.
"Harry you did a little more than training last summer, didn't you?" Hermione quietly asked.
Harry paled for a moment before he broke out into a smile and calmly said, "Actually I just studied my arse off you know, did all the previous year's work and went a little ahead as well."
Hermione gave him a hard stare before nodding and took out her Defence Against the Dark Arts book and burying her nose into it. Ron was reading a book on Quidditch and occasionally muttered a stat or a player's name.
Harry decided to start on his Divination work...it really was hard work.
The period ended with a collective groan from the class. Harry smiled at his progress and looked over at his friends, they were still both engrossed in their respective books.
Huh, they're more alike than I thought...
"Oi! We have Defence now!" Harry yelled, jerking them away from their books.
"Wha-Whazzgoinon" Was Ron's clever response. Hermione, however, was already packing her book inside her bag.
"Come on Ron, Hurry! It's the ministry woman, you know the toad like creature..."
"Oh, yeah I remember, the pink woman!"
"Well as soon as you finish remembering lets go we're gonna be late." Harry said in a casual tone.
Hermione gave a small squeak and quickly said, "Hurry up we can't be late on the first day! I heard she's directly in Fudge's pocket so we can't give her a reason to discredit us!"
Ron gave a short nod and quickly packed his book into his bag. The trio sprinted to the Defence class, determined not to be late and they weren't. The class hadn't begun yet and most people had still yet to arrive.
"Well at least we're not late." Ron muttered, leaning against the wall catching his breath, same as Hermione. Harry, however, was only a bit fatigued, a point which Hermione was quick to point out.
"Harry why aren't you tired?" She asked.
"I ran a lot during summer."
Hermione narrowed her eyes as if to see if he was lying.
"But still-" But she was cut off by the arrival of a short, plump woman dressed in shocking pink, with an assortment of rings decorating her chubby fingers.
"Good morning class, I apologise for the delay, but there was a crisis that the minister himself needed my assistance in...seeing to it." She said in a tone so sugary that it made everyone feel sick, but when she added a sly grin at the end people went pale at the mental image.
"Now enter the classroom." She ordered as if talking to little children.
Harry was seething even before entering the class; he also paid no heed to her grotesque comments. He was trying his hardest, in fact, to not kill the woman.
When the class entered Umbridge stood at the front and said in an overly cheerful voice, "Good Morning class!"
The class muttered a weak, "Morning", and had already started to seat themselves, much to Harry's amusement.
Umbridge narrowed her eyes and said in a slightly chilly voice,
"I have not asked you to sit nor take out any books," She said the last part staring directly at Hermione who turned a bright shade of pink.
"Now that was dreadful, let me explain, when I greet you will say 'Good morning Professor Umbridge' and when I ask a question a, 'Yes, Professor Umbridge' or 'No, Professor Umbridge' will suffice. Understood." She said trying to stare at the whole class at once.
The class exchanged bewildered looks but replied, "Yes, Professor Umbridge."
Umbridge gave a twisted smile and said in her overly sugary voice, "Good, now take out your books."
The class took out their books and awaited further instructions.
"You can put away your wands and read the first chapter. Any questions shall only be answered if your hand is raised."
The class again shared looks and grudgingly put away their wands except for two people.
"Excellent now along with the first chapter read the course aims as well."
She gave a smile but stopped when she saw the raised hand of Hermione.
"A question?" She asked Hermione sharply.
"Yes ma'am-" But she was cut off by a sugary tone.
"Am I safe to say you have already read the chapter, a few seconds after I had just given it?"
"Yes, I have already read the first three chapters." Hermione answered in a neutral tone.
Umbridge gave a false smile and nodded her head.
"Well, I have a question with the course aims."
Umbridge raised her eyebrow and as she looked around she could see many stares as the fifth years started reading it.
Harry was laughing inwardly he saw the panicked look on Umbridge's face and he knew that she must be thinking they were all going to bombard her with questions. In fact they were looking at her because they hadn't caught up to what was wrong.
Serves her right he thought angrily; however he kept a cool facade outside.
"Well, you can see me after class for further questions."
"Why professor, are you scared?" Asked Harry as he finally decided to take part.
"Why, Mr Potter should I be scared?" She answered in a voice of steel.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that we're not doing any magic and I'm sure many people will be quite disappointed."
Umbridge shot Harry a look of pure venom. "There should be no reason why you should not be able to do the spells if you know the theory." She said dropping all the sweetness in her voice.
"But you do realise according to studies done by Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel it says that you have to have done the spell at least seventeen times successfully to master it."
Umbridge paled at those words and said, "Mr Potter do you automatically assume since you seem to be a ahh... favourite of the headmaster you think you know more than a ministry official." The hidden implication did not go unnoticed by Harry and the rest of the class, though they did not snicker or laugh as last night's performance of magic was still fresh in their memories.
Then they felt it.
It was a magical signature like last night except more restrained and filled with much more malice.
Harry's eyes glowed a green so dark it looked liked venom, his sight was red and his mind wiped of coherent thoughts.
"Professor I'm pretty sure you are shoved up Fudge's fat arse more than I to Dumbledore." He said, trying to vent some of his obvious anger.
Umbridge's ugly features reached new bounds as it contorted into a look of rage.
"50 points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of detention!" She screeched as froth was thrown out of her mouth.
"For what you basically called me a sex slave, but you get so flustered when I tell the bloody truth! But the question is how do you do it? The minister has no balls and you look like a male goblin!" Harry shouted back.
"Another 50 points and a month's detentions!"
Harry eyed Umbridge carefully before walking out of the class.
"Where are you going Mr Potter!" Umbridge's voice travelled as she shouted at Harry.
"Having tea with Voldemort!" He cheekily replied back, not bothering to turn around.
"And you'll be glad to know I'm not returning!" He said as he exited the class, much like Hermione had done two years back.
"Bloody mental he's become..." Muttered Ron as he saw his best friend put on an act that had stunned everyone.