Chapter 6: Coming to a Head

A/N: Look, I'm really sorry that it has taken a long time…2 weeks, I know. It's just that I had my A-Levels so my writing got put on a hiatus. Whoops. Anyway cause my 'rents are out now I am going to quickly write the next chapter that I have received a lot of pleading for. Oh and thanks for all the reviews! Keep 'em coming! A query reached my ears about the fact that I said that there would be no abuse in this story and the reviewer took issue with that. There will be no physical abuse and the only mental abuse is being ignored….no name calling or anything….just his parents ignoring him till he was five. However I'd like to point out that he has been gone 12 years so the ignorance of his parents is nil. Whew! Since it's such a long A/N I'll go now then…

In case you forgot 'word' is the language used by Harry's team. "Word" is normal speech and –word- is telepathy. Got it?

And on with the story….

Previously

'Well soldiers, we need to head to bed. We will stick to our normal 'get up at dawn schedule' and you all need your rest,' Harry said. Truth be told, he would rather have a little bit of a lie in however, his warriors needed to maintain their normal schedule. After all, they were only there for one year before things returned to normal.

'Um Thor,' Ron said tentatively trying to break into Harry's thoughts.

'What?' Harry asked exasperatedly.

'You might have a wee bit of a problem with the whole 'let's got to bed' idea,' Seamus said with Dean nodding in the background.

Harry closed his eyes. 'Please don't tell me that my biological family is behind me with that manipulative old coot, a stray mongrel and my beloved uncle,' he said, praying that that was not it.

'Then we won't tell you,' Dean said.

Turning around Harry looked at the cluster of people who had entered the common room. His biological family, including Jamie, stood in front of him, flanked by Sirius and Moony, with the manipulative old coot stood next to the hearth warming his . . . 'HANG ON!' Harry thought. 'Is he warming his arse!'

Moving back to the situation at hand, Harry stood impassively recognising Ron standing beside him with Dean and Seamus in their flanking positions. 'This is going to be a nasty standoff,' thought Harry. His suspicions were proved correct mere seconds later when his mother burst into tears. 'Aw crap!' Harry thought. 'There goes my idea of an early bed,' before refocusing on the opposite side of the Common Room awaiting the explosion to begin.

Chapter 6: Coming to a Head

Neither side said anything for the time being. It was an impasse. Both sides just stood there, watching the other in the flickering light cast by the fire. Lily, James, Sirius and Moony stood next to the exit out of Gryffindor tower with Harry, Seamus, Dean and Ron in front of them, faces impassive.

Harry glanced over at the meddling old bastard. 'Yup,' thought Harry, 'He has gone completely round the bend.' Dumbledore seemed ignorant of the mounting tension within the room and stood in front of the flickering fire, providing the only source of light within the room, though this was limited as old Dumbles had himself placed right in front of the light.

'Harry, we need to do something…' Dean said.

'Yeah Harry, we need to diffuse the situation as soon as possible. This could get very ugly,' Seamus said.

Harry cocked his head slightly to the left as he leaned towards Seamus' flanking position. He sighed to himself. He really didn't want to cope with this right now. He was tired. Heck, they were all tired and desperately in need of sleep. It didn't matter that Phoenix Warriors were capable of going without sleep for a while, like 30 hours on the trot, but they were teenagers, despite their fighting capability and had been going on for 25 hours sans sleep.

Ron glanced at Harry, who stared impassively out at the adults in front of them. They wouldn't be able to see it but Ron could tell that Harry was exhausted and not in a great temper. Having Hermione taken away from him in such a fashion didn't help smooth things over either.

He didn't have to worry though about the impasse because Lily, who had tears steadily trickling down her pale cheeks, whispered, "Harry…"

Harry immediately stood to attention. "My name," he stressed, "Is Commander Thor. That is how you should address me."

"Harry, you are our son! We are not going to call you by some fancy sounding name!" James cried out.

"YOUR SON?" Harry cried out. "Need I remind you, Mr Potter," he said with disdain, "That you were the ones who gave up those responsibilities. I have now got my own family thank you very much. Heck, I don't even know you. I doubt that you could tell me a single thing that you know about me!"

James and Lily flinched back as if they were whipped. Everything that Harry said was right. They couldn't say a single thing about their son except that he was their son and he was a twin to Jamie.

Remus stood off to one side watching both sides scream back and forth to each other with Sirius joining in on the fray. He watched Harry, the boy he felt was like his own son, yelling and completely loosing all abandon in this match with his biological parents. It was true that neither side knew much about the other. He only hoped that when the time came, Harry wouldn't turn away from him.

Remus sighed to himself before tuning back into the 'conversation.' After this little 'interlude' was done, he would be having some stern words with James, Lily and Sirius.

"Get. Out." Harry said, in a strained voice.

"Harry please," Lily pleaded, "Just come to our rooms and have a talk with us. We want our son with us. We have things that need to be said privately."

Harry's blood boiled but before he could say anything Ron leapt to his defence. "You have nothing to say to Commander Thor," he said carefully stressing the 'Commander' part, "That you cannot say in front of us."

James looked at the red headed boy. "Listen son, don't get involved in this. This is a private family matter."

Harry lashed out. "Wrong. There is no family matter for we are not a family. Now get out before we forcibly remove you." He turned his head away from his biological acquaintances before turning to Ron, Dean and Seamus.

'Guys, what should we don now?' he said in a tired voice.

'We still need to sort out the business with us having separate dorms,' Dean said.

'I agree,' Seamus said, 'I don't like being separated. Let's see if we can get our own tower and if that fails, we get our own dorm within each tower so that none of us are separated.'

Harry nodded to himself. 'Alright,' he said. "Headmaster Dumbledore," he said carefully using the bumbling idiot's formal name, "We have a slight problem with the room arrangements."

"And what might that be?" the Headmaster said, for the first time becoming involved in the conversation.

"We do not wish to be separated. We agreed," he said, enunciating the last word in disgust so that there was no doubt that there was no agreement involved, "That we would come to Hogwarts to play guard for the Golden Boy." He watched his parents grimace and looked shocked that their son hadn't wanted to come to Hogwarts for another reason. "However, we did not agree to separate dorms. I demand that my team and I be given a separate tower. We do not want to take part in the Houses. We do not want to be separated. Is that understood?"

Dumbledore glanced at the impudent little brat. He knew that this upstart was going to cause him a lot of migraines this year. He sighed to himself. Why did he even request them to come? It had seemed such a good idea at the time, but now…

"You cannot be given a tower but for each group within the Houses you will have a separate dorm. Will that suffice?"

"Yes," Harry said shortly, "Tell us where it is and then get out."

"By that picture of the phoenix. Password is Cherry Trifle. Tomorrow I owl you with the other arrangements."

Harry nodded before looking impassively at the group. "Thank you, now go." He watched as Lily was helped out of the room sobbing by James. Sirius trailed behind looking slightly glum and Dumbledore followed soon after. The only one left was Remus.

"Harry…" Remus began, "I'm sorry, I mean Commander Thor. Could we talk?" Remus thought as if he was swallowing sand. He knew Harry might be mad at him judging from his reaction to Lily and James and he would accept it, but he knew that it might just break his heart. He was also a little scared of the fact that he was alone in the tower with four warriors in front of him. If anybody else were in his place, they might just wet themselves.

Nonplussed he watched Harry's face break into a grin. "Uncle Moony you don't need to call me Commander Thor. That is just for people I don't know and don't like." Remus let out a sigh of relief and watched as Harry ran across the room to him before jumping on him and hugging him to death.

Harry couldn't be angry with his Uncle. He saw how scared he was with addressing him and it broke his heart slightly that one of the few people he looked up to was so scared of him.

"Uncle Moony, you got more grey hairs than last time!" Harry exclaimed. Remus was about to reply before a loud cough was heard.

The three left standing were looking down with grins on their faces. "Thor, we are going to hit the bed," Seamus said, "We'll see you in the morning." With that the three walked over to the portrait and climbed through to their dorm.

Remus chuckled before glancing over his 'adopted' son once more. "Oh Harry, when you left…" he trailed off.

Harry was distraught that he had caused his uncle so much pain. "Uncle Moony, I'm sorry. It's just that…" Remus cut him off with a smile.

"Never mind that kid. So tell me. What has happened since you were gone?"

Harry laughed and said, "That will take quite a while and I need to get up in a few hours. Why don't we schedule something in tomorrow and we'll have a long talk."

"Ah yes," Remus said, "I know teenagers. You need to sleep, don't you?"

"Yup and proud of it!" Harry retorted back. "Nah, I really do need to go to sleep. Been up for thirty hours and we're getting up tomorrow at five so that we don't loose track of our training schedule," he said yawning.

"Alright, alright I get the message," Remus said with a wry grin to Harry, who reciprocated with one of his own.

"Go on now. Scram!" Harry ducked out of the way of Remus' hand and moved towards the portrait.

"Night Uncle Moony!" Harry said before moving inside to his dorm.

Remus smiled to himself before whispering, "Night Harry." He then gracefully stood up and moved towards the portrait hole, sparing one last glance at the phoenix portrait. He sighed to himself before allowing himself to tread the well known path to James and Lily's residence, where he knew that they would be waiting with Sirius and Dumbledore as well. 'Sometimes, I really wonder how I manage to get myself into these positions,' Remus wondered to himself.

Later that night, Moony reflected on what had happened the minute he stepped through the portrait hole to James and Lily's chambers.

Flashback

The noise level that hit his sensitive ears was deafening.

"Where have you been?" Sirius roared at him, "You can't just go running off when it suits you! James and Lily needed their friends with them and you ran off!"

Remus sighed and looked towards the red couch that was situated at an angle to the open hearth. James and Lily were sat upon it with Lily being comforted by James; both had tear streaks down their faces.

"Where were you Moony?" James asked with a weary voice.

Remus knew that his throat had been suddenly filled in with the desert. "I, um, well I…" he started.

"Out with it, Moony!" Sirius demanded.

"I stayed in the common room and …HarryandIhadaconversationdon'tbemad!" Remus said in one massive rush.

The other three looked at him with confusion written over their faces. Remus sighed again before saying slowly, "I stayed in the common room and Harry and I had a conversation, don't be mad."

There was immediate silence until James broke it saying, "And why would he want to talk to you?" Remus winced. He knew that James hadn't meant it like that, but still.

He sighed at them getting increasingly annoyed and frustrated. "Maybe because I was the only one who remained calm in the situation, maybe because I didn't ignore him when he was younger," his voice steadily increasing in volume, "Or maybe because I LOVED HIM LIKE A FATHER SHOULD!" he screamed out.

James and Lily winced. Sighing to himself, yet again, Remus wished he could have taken his words back but they had to hear them otherwise they would continue to live in the self-deception that they had created for themselves.

"Look guys, I'm sorry, but I am the only one in this room that Harry trusts." He was about to say more except Lily broke out into sobs.

"My baby wants you to call him Harry but I, his mother, have to address him with Commander Thor!" she sobbed out.

"Lily, can you honestly blame him?" Remus said, crouching down to meet her face to face on the sofa.

"No," she cried, "And that is what makes it all the more painful!"

Remus stood up tiredly, wiping his hands across his face in the hopes of keeping his eyes from shutting. "Look, we are all tired, physically and emotionally. Let's go to bed and we'll talk more in the morning. After all we all have classes tomorrow and it would do no good to fall asleep in the middle of a Gryffindor/Slytherin class."

The others chuckled slightly before Sirius said, "Moony is right. You two need to get to bed. We'll see you in the morning." Nodding to himself, James slowly stood and pulled Lily up beside him before slowly making his way to their bedroom.

Sirius and Remus were left standing at opposite ends of the room. "Look Moony, I don't know what's going on but the two of us will be having a heart to heart soon," with that look in his eyes that told Remus that this was far from over, before striding out of the room.

End

That left Remus in his current position. He grimaced slightly at the time before striding off to his own rooms, which were thankfully not that far away. He really didn't want to deal with Filch at the moment or his horrid cat. 'No,' he thought, 'Cats and part canine creatures do not mix.'

Thinking of the next morning and waiting for the massive cacophony to arrive, Remus settled back into bed, the empty mug of hot chocolate still slightly steaming next to him, before falling to sleep dreaming of living in a chocolate paradise.

Harry woke slowly, rubbing his eyes. He had really needed that rest but it was time to get up, the little alarm clock blinking blearily at him with the time 5:01 written across its face. He glanced over at the other three boys in the dorm, still snoring lightly. Well, actually in Ron's case, snoring quite a bit.

Smirking to himself he thought of the meanest way to wake each one. Ron, whose element was fire, he would wake up with ice. Seamus would be easy to wake up, as well as Dean, for they held water, so he would get them up using fire. 'Hmm,' he thought wryly, 'Isn't it great that being a Commander and a Prince means that you are not just relegated to one element?'

He looked at the others before quickly dousing Ron with gallons of icy water and heating the other two up. There were three extremely annoyed voices of 'WHAT THE HELL?' as the boys woke up.

Harry looked at them a self satisfied smirk on his lips, 'Rise and shine, its butt whipping time! You have 15 minutes to get changed and go down to the Quidditch pitch before I make you run extra laps.'

Immediately the three boys shot out of bed. No one wanted to run extra laps if they could help it. They knew where the pitch was having scouted and mapped Hogwarts Castle before they arrived.

Harry grinned to himself, 'Ah the power,' he thought. He looked at the boys quickly getting changed before teleporting himself to Hermione's dorm. Finding Hermione's room wasn't that much He glanced down at the brunette beauty, hair swirled across the pillow in front of him. He sighed. Sometimes he didn't know what he did to deserve her.

He moved his hand gently across her face before leaning down to kiss her lips slightly. She moved beneath the sensations flooding through her and slowly opened her eyes to him and revealed deep chocolate brown pools.

'You need to get up sweetheart,' Harry whispered to her, 'Its 5 o'clock and you need to go to Blaise and Theo to get them up. Tell them to meet us at the pitch in 15. Any late timers will do an extra 5 laps.'

She smirked at him and said, 'Ok, now go and let me get dressed.' He chuckled at her before apparating to where Luna and Terry were located.

15 minutes later, the group of 12 converged on the Quidditch pitch still surrounded in the early morning mist, with the sun just barely gracing the sky, turning it into a wonderful mix of pinks and oranges.

'Alright team, just because we are here does not mean that we can have a free year. We will be going through our normal routine as much as possible and this means the 5am start, each and every morning unless you are either dead or in the process of dying. Alright?' Harry said with a crisp voice.

'Yes Commander,' came the voices thick with yawns.

'Good, then we will start with our warm up, then five laps around the pitch before heading into some duelling both sword handling and magical.'

With that the team started their everyday warm up slowly waking up and moving quickly in the hope of getting out of the chilly September morning air.

Two hours later, bruised and slightly worn the team stopped as Harry made another pep talk. 'Alright you can hit the showers and head off to get some breakfast. We will not be going to this school in any uniform other than ours unless the First Commander directly says. Oh and another thing,' he added as the warriors had turned around, 'We will all be getting our own dorms within each House. No one will be separated.'

Everyone seemed slightly cheered by that, having hated being separated away from their team mates in their various Houses, and quickly teleported back to their rooms so that they could shower, dress and head down for some much needed breakfast.

Harry grasped Hermione's wrist and kissed her softly on the lips for a while. Then, smiling gently, he teleported the both of them to her dorm in order to get her stuff and move her to his dorm. She smiled at his need to protect her. It was cute and it made always made her feel incredibly safe around him, knowing that he would do nothing whatsoever to bring her to harm.

They teleported to her room and quickly got her stuff as two shocked faces appeared in the 7th Year Gryffindor girls dorms. Harry smiled weakly at the two before teleporting Hermione, and her stuff, out of there.

Dean, Seamus and Ron were all in the process of changing, having already taken their showers, when Harry and Hermione teleported into the room. Harry grinned at the other three before plopping Hermione's stuff on the bed next to his. It made him feel better when he could sense that she was close, regardless of her being his Second or not.

Within 15 minutes the five were already in their professional, 'we're pretending that this isn't intimidating' uniforms and ready to head to the Great Hall. As they walked through the Gryffindor common room, those who were in there waiting for friends watched silently as the five strode through. They were an impressive sight in their black dragon hide trousers with a black top with a phoenix emblazoned across the back. Along their arms they had something resembling chain mail but was so much lighter. They had also strapped on their gun holsters to their legs and, although no one but they knew it was there, they had a dagger in each one of their boots.

It was an intimidating sight as the five strode in through the open doorway and settled down at the end of Gryffindor table. Within a few minutes, Blaise and Theo came in and settled down at the Gryffindor table too. It was a bit boring over at the Slytherin table especially as every person on that table seemed to bear resentment against every other person in the Hall.

This immediately caused an uproar as the Slytherins sat at the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore looked at this inquisitively. It seemed as if the upstart would be causing more trouble than he was worth. He needed to find a way to remove him permanently so that his Second could take his place. 'Hmmm,' he thought to himself, 'It may prove easier to control her. He will be too much trouble.'

Still he needed to address the problem of the uniform. These warriors were now under his control and as such they would have to abide by school rules.

"Mr. Potter," his voice rang out.

Harry's jaw clenched as he heard Dumbledore call out to him. "My name, for the thousandth time, is Commander Thor. Is that too much for you or would you like me to spell it out?"

"Fine then, Commander Thor," Dumbledore said sarcastically, "Why are you not wearing the regulation school uniform?"

"Because," Harry said patiently, "We do not consider ourselves under Hogwarts' jurisdiction and even if that were the case, I have enough power and clout to not let that happen."

Dumbledore sat down in his seat petulantly. That child is going to be a lot of trouble.

Harry turned to the others with a smirk on his face.

'Simply brilliant. I believe you really put that old coot in his place,' Blaise said.

Hermione laughed and added, 'Not that he didn't have it coming to him. However onto more urgent matters, have you noticed that all students here carry wands?'

Indeed that proved to be the case as the group of seven swept their eyes across the nervous student body.

'Interesting,' Dean murmured.

'Very though not surprising. Wandless magic is thought to be a myth rather than a fact,' Ron concluded intelligently.

'That is not my point,' Hermione argued, 'What is everyone going to say when they realise that we do not need wands as we do everything wandlessly?'

She did have a point and slowly the heads turned to Harry. 'What!' he exclaimed.

'Well mate, being our leader,' Seamus said stressing the last word slightly, 'We are awaiting your input on this wee little problem.'

Harry sighed before glancing down the table at the curious students, just dying to know what was being said. True it would cause a problem in class but then again, they had already passed this level years ago, so why not have a bit of fun with it? It wouldn't matter anyway to them as they were only staying here for one year only.

'I think we should just ignore it. We won't change our ways for the sake of a group of scared school children.' The others nodded in agreement before turning back to their breakfasts.

Along each table year schedules were being passed out and Blaise and Theo left in order to claim theirs.

The five still left at the table looked at theirs curiously. It turned out that they had Potions first, followed by double Defence Against the Dark Arts before lunch and then Double Transfiguration. It didn't look to bad until he saw the Professors' names. Professor Snape, well they didn't know the man, but DADA turned out to be taught in this block by Professor Sirius Black and Transfiguration was for one hour taught by Professor McGonagall and then for one hour taught by Professor Lily Potter.

The others looked at him sympathetically and he felt Hermione gently place her hand in his. Harry sighed to himself. He just wondered what the tension level would rise to in those lessons. At least they had Blaise and Theo with them for Potions and DADA but then the five would be left on their own for Transfiguration.

He looked down the table and saw a girl with bright red hair staring at the group intently. He at first thought she was staring at him until he realised that she was staring at Ron. He caught her eye and she looked at him for a few moments before turning back to the place in front of her and furiously scribbling something onto a piece of parchment.

Harry sighed again. He could sense this would be trouble.

'Pyros, I think you will be getting an unexpected call soon,' Harry said wearily.

'Why?' Ron answered cautiously.

Dean, Seamus and Hermione glanced up from their plates, their faces set into confusion.

'Because, if that girl is your sister, she is currently writing what I can only expect to be a letter to your dear parents,' Harry answered.

Ron grimaced. 'Oh I hope not,' he whispered.

'Come on,' Hermione said, eager to lift the depression that was slowly settling on the group, 'Time for class.'

'Oh joy,' Dean said wryly, 'More school. We have only gone over these lessons about a million times.'

'So lads, any bets on how many teachers we will be shocking speechless with our talents?' Seamus said grinning wildly.

Harry laughed as he heard Ron, Dean and Seamus bickering about the conditions of the betting in the background. Indeed this would be an interesting day indeed. He smirked to himself.

'Dumbledore thinks he can control us,' Harry thought. 'Well let the games begin!'

A/N: I hope that was long enough this time! I'm sorry it has come so late. I know I promised Saturday to quite a few of you but it could only get uploaded today. Please keep the reviews coming in and I'll try to answer as many of them as I can!

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