Sirius Black: So Albus (Too Many Bloody Names) Dumbledore is the reason I am sitting in Azkaban?
Scott the Wanderer: Well, at least in this universe.
Sirius: I really want to Harry to go "To the moon Albus!" and then Pow right in the kisser.
Scott: You realize if Harry does it as an adult that is entirely possible.
Sirius: Yes, that is what I am desperately hoping.
Scott: Well, he just might. No promises.
Sirius: Awww, well at least I don't need to worry about Harry too much.
Scott: Are you kidding? Have you ever seen what kind of trouble magnets Kryptonians are? Add in the blood adoptions and you have a Kryptonian Marauder.
Sirius: ~pales~ I think I need a drink. ~grabs bottle of Ogden's Finest~
Scott: Careful, you are still skin and bones.
Sirius: I don't care. I need to get so drunk I forget what you just told me. Scott the Wanderer does not own Harry Potter, DC Comics, or Smallville.
Discb: That might take a few years.
Sakura Lisel:Yeah, Poor Ron, though now he really set himself apart from his brothers.
What happened that night will be revealed through story elements. Suffice it to say, Harry's Kryptonian and Magical powers were very drained by surviving that night. The treatment he got at the Dursley's was much harsher than canon and what sunlight he was getting was doing little more than keeping him alive. It was slowly making him stronger and even if not for the Light of the Vow he would have recovered his powers in just a few months at Hogwarts. Remember this is based off Smallville Kryptonians who really aren't invulnerable until mid teens. Remember Clark was surprised he was uninjured when Lex Luthor crashed into him. Before then he must have had at least bruises and some minor injuries.
DalkonCledwin: I took artistic license with the club, making it a stalactite that the troll preferred using. Wooden tree trunks would be ruined too quickly against other trolls.
Harry's Bio-Field did not cover the sneaker as they were loose hand me downs from Dudley. Clark has the same problem with loose clothing unless they really tough stuff.
Reem Blood ( I don't remember if it is cannon or not) consuming it gives a Wizard superhuman strength and makes them very overconfident. It's not often used because it doesn't last more than a few minutes.
Hermione is so going to be one half of the Chloe Sullivan role, with Luna definitely being the other half with she arrives. Chloe, Hermione, and Luna would get along like a house afire.
No Draco could not pull off Best Friend or be a credible main villain to Harry.
Well, for those of age it is decidedly sexual. The xenophobic Wizengamot did not even think to ask how it is handled with children and young teens.
Yes, like non-magical Kryptonians interacted with muggles, the Magi interacted with the Wizarding world. The potion has benefits for most beings, vampires obviously excluded. After first year is over, Harry should steadily power up at the Durselys as they really can't hurt him anymore. Of course if he can make Liquid Sun potions it will definitely have a positive effect.
Yeah, I butchered a few words, I really need to have it proofread three times instead of just twice. My inhouse Beta is almost as bad as I am.
Moon Wolf 96: Well, it just came to me. I needed a trigger for Harry and there was one person at the time I could kill. But I still wanted a little of Ron in the story.
The Man of Time: I am mostly just using Smallville as a sort of template for how the world is and how Harry expresses his powers. Putting Harry in the main DC Universe would cause all kinds of havoc. How wouldn't Dr. Fate and Zatana not get involved with the Wizarding War? Better just to not have that temptation.
Penny is wise: No, Ron as a ghost will just be slightly better Ron.
darkplayer35 Thank you
jrock919: The one on his forehead was caused by dark magic and has some contamination. It will stay for a while, until Harry figures out just what caused it.
lordamnesia : Thank you
shuriken200: Thank you and considering the route I am going it will likely include Gabrielle as well, even if just epilogue. As for super busty, perhaps.
Lokarryn: Thank you, I have seen ghost Harry before, but you're right no ghost Ron
Mattcun: Assuredly, I have to get Harry through the saga.
Dweiathecat: Me either, which is astounding as you would think someone else would have thought of it.
"Avada Kedavra, Imperio, and Cruciatus: the three darkest spells in all the known galaxies. These spells were old when the Twelve Tribes were just beginning to learn Science and Magic. Kryptonian Magi have been trying to reverse engineer these three fell curses for millennia in an attempt to create defenses for other beings. The Arithmancy is as far beyond our capabilities as Quantum Mechanics is beyond the common ant's. Legends claim these spells are an experiment by Darkseid of Apokalips in an attempt to discover the Anti-Life Equation. Given the atrocities that Darkseid is known to perpetrate, the legend could have some validity." –Par El, Professor of Magi History
Hogwarts was as rumor laden as any environment loaded with bored people. While some looked down upon the 'gossip queens' for endlessly prattling on about who did what, everyone got caught up in rumor passing. After the announcement of Ronald Weasley's heroic demise by the Headmaster, the gossip queens were salivating. When Harry Potter was mentioned as finally defeating the threat only after Ronald died, they were practically drooling. When Hermione Granger was mentioned, the gossip queens could barely keep from vibrating out of their seats. Only two did not seem in the spirit of spreading rumors, Lavendar Brown and Parvati Patil, who knew Ron, Hermione, and Harry a little better than the others. Of course even with the two Gryffindor 'gossip queens' spreading only what they were told, conjectures and outlandish fabrications ruled the day.
Hermione Granger accidently let a Troll in. The beast had killed Ronald and in a fit of rage Harry killed the troll.
Ronald Weasley ate so much he transformed into a troll and attacked Hermione. Harry Potter was forced to kill him to save her.
The King of the Trolls came to avenge himself upon Harry Potter, taking Hermione and Ron as Hostages. Before Harry could defeat him, the troll king killed Ron.
Hermione purposely set a troll on Ron to scare him for insulting her. Harry Potter was forced to kill the troll when it escaped Hermione's control
Ronald Weasley set a troll on Hermione Granger, but it was killed by Harry Potter with just a single spell. The troll's body fell onto Ron and crushed him underneath.
Harry Potter was playfully wrestling with a troll when Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger stumbled upon them. The Troll accidently killed Ron, so Harry killed the troll before it killed Hermione.
Each rumor was more fantastic than the last, but they all agreed on one point: Harry Potter killed a troll with terrifying ease. Of course the populace of Hogwarts completely believed this. After all, Harry Potter had done the impossible once before when he survived the Avada Kedavra.
"I should have known you two would be in here." Ronald Weasley floated up through the library table that Hermione and Harry had been using to research his condition. "So what have you found out?"
"WAHAAAA!" Hermione screeched loud enough it almost penetrated the silencing spell that she had placed on the table. Immediately she was clutching her chest and attempting to regain her normal state of breathing.
Harry was little better, outwardly he appeared calm, until you saw that he had gripped the side of the table so hard there were impressions in the Australian Buloke table top. Wide-eyed he stared at the ghostly image of Ronald Weasley and just gaped for a moment.
"Bwahahahahahaha!" Ronald burst into laughter for a minute as his living friends regained their composure. "Oh Merlin, Peeves was right. That was a lot of fun."
"Ronald Billius Weasley!" Hermione scowled at the ghost.
"Oooh, middle name. Not good." Harry shook his head in sympathy for Ron.
"Just how long have you been a Ghost?" Hermione demanded, still a lot cross with being nearly scared out of her mind. She was so very lucky she had just been to the loo a few minutes before.
"Uhm, since breakfast time I think. Take a little bit of time to gather yourself together after a death I reckon." Ron shrugged as he moved to one of the free chair and gave the appearance of actually sitting on it. "Since then I have been talking to the various ghosts of the castle. Apparently there are a lot of rules to being dead, especially if you are a young ghost like me."
"Well, then I guess I can't be angry over that." Hermione harrumphed a little. "Though could you not attempt to scare us to death?"
"Sure, sure. I just couldn't resist this time. You were both so involved with your reading." Ron chuckled a little as he leaned back in the chair. "So, what are you studying? Resurrection Rituals? Time Travel? How they make Cloud flavor jelly beans? I've really wondered about that last one."
It was all Harry could do not to laugh at that last one. The emotional relief of seeing his friend continuing to exist on at least some level had dispelled quite a bit of the grief he had been carrying. So obviously he was instantly in a much better mood. Couple that with Ron's little joke and his night was pretty much made.
"The cloud flavor is a mixture of water, ozone and dust flavors." Hermone responded automatically and she got looks from the others she shrugged. "I was curious too. However we were researching just how Harry could kill a troll by kicking it's head in."
"Oooohhh. You mean why one moment he was a weak specky git and the next he makes most giants look like weak speck gits." Ronald nodded his head sagely as he stroked his chin. "Well, I kinda sorta know the answer." Ron winced as he saw the two glares he was receiving. "But that's all I can tell you. It's one of the rules. It's a biggie too. If I even try to tell you…well let's just say that when Muggles described Hell, they were talking about the nicer parts of it."
Hermione hung her head defeated at that one. Ron had already died to try to save her, asking him to go to Hell for information she could eventually find was just not right. Shaking her head she sighed heavily. "Is there anything you can tell us?"
"Hmmm, sunlight. Harry needs to get lots and lots of sunlight." Ron said after a moment of thinking. "Lady Hogwarts has already prepared a warmed sundeck for him."
"Lady Hogwarts?" Hermione raised an eyebrow and slightly amused to see Ron squirm.
"I can't tell you." Ron took on a completely apologetic look to his face. "I'm sorry, I really wish I could, but while it's not a Hell rule, it's a Hogwarts rule."
"Fine, I'll let it go." Hermione muttered in exasperation. "Can you tell us if we are on the right track?"
Ron looked through the various works on the table. Most were of nearhuman species or species interbreeding. One was on accidental magic and another was concerning channeling the gods. Seeing the assorted works he shook his head.
"Bloody hell." Harry muttered as he slammed shut a compendium of Earth's Magical species. "I could have spent this time doing my Astronomy Essay."
"That is an excellent idea, mate. Oh, and tell Professor Sinestra that I will still be joining her class." Ron nodded his head. "At least to look at the stars. I don't have enough fine control to write yet. Well, I best be off, Sir Nicholas wants to hang out. Apparently we have the same Death Day. Bye."
With those words, Ron sank through the chair and floor exiting before his two friends could even say a word.
"That's weird, Ron encouraging you to do homework." Hermione finally muttered after a bit. "Normally he won't even do it himself until last minute."
"So our friend comes back as a ghost and you think him encouraging me to do homework is the weird part?"
Harry Potter had always risen early, mostly because he was expected to do so many chores even before making breakfast. What was different this morning as he stretched his limb was the absence of so many aches and pains. Even when he had come to Hogwarts there had been pain in his bones and joint, not to mention his muscles. He chalked that up to his many, many factures and beatings. Putting his feet on floor he stood up and immediately noticed something else wrong: his pajama bottoms were no longer a few inches too long. Instead of the fabric being underfoot, it was now just barely brushing the ground. As for the top, it was getting a little tight across the shoulders.
"Must be a growth spurt from the potions." Harry muttered as quickly dismissed the oddness.
Heading off to the bathroom, he started getting ready for the day. After relieving his bladder, Harry stripped down and claimed a shower stall for himself. It was turning on the shower that clued him into the fact that he was no longer normal. Despite the spells cast to make sure that the water was the perfect temperature the first few seconds was always ice cold. Normally this was enough to cause anyone to yelp in pain and surprise. Today the cold spray hit and Harry objectively knew it was frigid, but there was no painful cold feeling. Harry could have stood under the spray with not a single worry about even shivering.
The next thing that alerted Harry to something was truly different was when he was drying off. For some unknown reason his attention wandered and he started rubbing the towel on his body as fast as he could. Harry was brought back to reality when the towel caught fire from friction. That was weird enough, but despite the fact the towel was aflame and he felt the heat, he wasn't burnt.
"What in Merlin's name is happening to me?" Harry asked open air even as he quickly tossed the towel in a sink and started dousing the flaming mass with water.
"You are awakening to your true heritage Har El." A female voice sounded behind him.
Harry immediately looked up in the mirror, but saw nothing but his own reflection. "I must be going barmy."
"There you are." The somewhat familiar voice of Molly Weasley echoed through the hallways alerting her prey just a moment too late to avoid what would be a bone crushing hug to most people. "Oh, you poor dear, having to face a troll."
"Mollywobbles, let the boy breathe." Arthur Weasley put a calming hand on his wife's shoulder.
Harry was suddenly released from the hug that he was sure could have killed someone weaker than himself. He hadn't expected this reaction out of meeting the Weasleys. Hell, given his past he expected to be blamed and for Ron's parents to want his head on a platter. What he got was a hug and warm if teary smiles. It was obvious the couple had been grieving, but still happy to see him. That confused Harry greatly as he was sure even if he had tried to save Dudley that his Aunt and Uncle would take great pleasure in killing him if he lived and Dudley hadn't.
"Sorry about that, Mr. Potter." Arthur said quickly as he hugged his wife to him. "We just wanted to thank you for avenging Ron's death."
"But if it wasn't for me…" Harry started only to feel the cold sensation of a ghost hand covering his mouth. Sure he could still talk, but why be rude.
"Harry, mate, I already told Mum and Dad everything. Including what a prat I was to Hermione." Ron said with a cheeky grin before he floated over by his mother and placed a cold hand on her other shoulder. "So, of all of us, you have the least blame."
"It's true. What my little Ronniekins said was bad enough I would have taken away desert for a month and made him clean the pigpens alone all holiday." Molly said giving her ghostly son a mild glare. "Miss Granger shouldn't have let it get to her, but what he said was still wrong. And Merlin only knows who let a Troll in. The Headmaster says he is investigating, but fears the perpetrator used passages that are unknown to him. In all of this, you carry the least blame."
"What I am interested in is how you summoned the strength to punch a troll through a wall." Arthur said with more than a little interest on his face. "If that could be taught to others…On second thought, keep the knowledge to yourself, Mr. Potter. I daresay that most Wizards are not worthy of such power."
"Please, call me Harry, Mr. Weasley." Harry nodded. He had almost blurted out that his strength was nothing he could teach another, but perhaps it was better to let some think it was special spell he knew.
"Very well, but in return you must call me Arthur and this is my wife Molly."
After the meeting with the Weasleys, Harry's life became a little more normal. Well, as normal as it could be at Hogwarts. Harry was the topic of more rumors and speculation as in just a few days he was looking much less like the ragamuffin he had been and more like a second or even third year. By the next Friday, Harry had shot up in height and now stood an impressive five foot four inches. His weight was what really threw Poppy and Hermione, despite looking like he weight a mere one hundred thirty pounds of muscle, Harry tipped the scales at over two hundred sixty pounds. Almost all of his scars were fading as well, only the inflamed scar on his forehead was still visible to the untrained. Many girls around Hogwarts began to really take notice of the Harry as more than just the young celebrity.
"I don't like how some of the witches look at me." Harry murmured as he was walking alongside Hermione on the way to Charms class. "I feel kinda like the last chocolate bar in the candy store."
"Well, it's to be expected, Harry. You've gone from a scarecrow to an Adonis." Hermione shrugged. She wasn't the least bit blind to how cute Harry was getting. She was a year older than most first years and was finding out the hard way that Witches hit puberty a bit earlier than Muggles. However, Harry was her best friend and the brother she had always wanted. Lustful thoughts were discarded as quickly as they came up, though if Neville started taking after his parents, Hermione would have to act on that. "Chalk it up to just another thing about being Harry."
"Thanks 'Mione. That was as helpful as Snape's teaching methods." Harry snarked back with no heat in his voice. "Well, I suppose it could be worse. They are just looking, no harm in that."
"Exactly. And don't think I haven't caught you staring at the seventh year Hufflepuff Prefect." Hermione chuckled softly. "But enough of that, have you been practicing the Levitation Charm?"
"Actually, yes I have been, Professor Granger. Though, I find it easier to do wandlessly than with my wand." Harry remarked as if it was an everyday occurrence. "Will I get marked down for that?"
"WHAT?"
"I can do it easier without my wand. Is there something wrong with that?" Harry was confused. It was not easy to rattle Hermione. Sure you could startle her, but if she was not surprised she tended to be unflappable. "I was practicing the wand movement with a plain stick. I lifted the pink boulder in the courtyard. It was WAY easier than trying to lift that father with my wand."
"That boulder must weight ten tons, Harry. Wandless magic is possible, but the record for a Wingardium Leviosa with a wand is four tons, without is fifteen pounds." Hermione began reciting what she knew as she was processing the information Harry told her. She knew he could lie and lie well, but he had no reason to at the moment. "Were you tired after lifting the boulder?"
"No more than if I had picked it up with my hands now." Harry replied with a shrug. "It's got to be something to do with my heritage. I mean I still need the wand for transfiguration and almost all charms, not to mention the hexes we are learning in DADA."
"You lifted the pink boulder with your bare hands?" Hermione quirked an eyebrow.
"Yeah. I could hold it one handed, no problem." Harry shrugged. "I get up before everyone else and try to work out. I still can't find anything I can't lift if I really try. And don't give me that look. I started small with the stone benches."
"Harry, full grown giants can only lift a hundred tons and they are the strongest humanoids known to magic. You're telling me that you can hold a ten ton stone in one hand and not strain yourself?" Hermione shuddered. "What else have you been doing?"
"Uh, I may have talked the Quidditch team into firing bludgers at me. I got a few bruises that way, but not after the third day." Harry winced as he saw the fire in Hermione's eyes. "A Bludger is much less dangerous than a troll club."
"Point. However you are not out of trouble yet, Harrel James." Hermione huffed. "I am your best friend and smartest person you know. Any more tests and I want to be there as an observer. Or so help me I will research a way to transfigure your clothing into a speedo and do so at the worst possible time."
"Alright. Pax. You win!" Harry raised his hands in surrender. "You are a scary witch when you want to be. And the Twins are a bad influence on you."
"And don't you forget it. Superpowers or not, I will find a way to take you down a few pegs." Hermione sniffed. "And Angelina and Alicia are just as bad as the Twins."
Walking up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower, Harry was doing his best to just unwind. Charms class had been a bear for Harry, not because he found the spell difficult, but because he had accidently showed off. He had forgotten to pull his wand and levitated every feather in the room. Professor Flitwick had been so pleased he awarded twenty points. Then he suggested that Harry could help students who hadn't quite master the charm yet. Instead of just relaxing and refining his wanded Levitation, Harry was hopping from one table to another. By the time class was over, Harry was wondering what deity he had accidently offended. At least he got to beg off studying with Hermione in the library so he could decompress.
"Get off me you self buggering chavs!" a female voice echoed down the stairs, followed closely by the sound of a smack and a whimper.
Harry grimaced as he was at the very bottom of the tower and there was twenty floors to climb. Taking a deep breath he dropped his book bag and started running up the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him. Hearing another smack and cry of pain, Harry cursed and pushed himself faster. At this point something clicked in Harry and the world seemed to slow down around him as he climbed stairs. When he finally hit the top step he saw a door blocking his path and did the only thing that came to him at that moment: He ran through the door at full tilt.
Blasting through the English Oak door was as easy as tearing through paper. What he saw on the other side of the door made his blood boil. There surrounding the same seventh year Hufflepuff that Hermione had teased him about gawking at were four seventh year boys in a mix of robes Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. It did not take a genius to figure out what was going on considering the woman's torn clothing. With a snarl that would have made a goblin proud, Harry attacked.
"Time to pay the piper, Tonks." Henry Cavelish sneered as hit the wannabe Auror with a leg locker curse. The seventh year Hufflepuff had been planning this since his disaster of a date with the Metamorphmagus. He was physically brutish much like Marcus Flint, though unlike the Slytherin he actually was part troll. "You should have spread your legs for me back when I asked. I would have been gentle then."
Tonks didn't panic easily, reaching for her wand she drew it with more grace than she usually showed. Only before she could utter a word she was hit with a disarming jinx from the side. Her wand arced through the air and was snapped up by a third individual. That's when Nymphadora knew she was in serious trouble. Henry had brought a lot of backup and had crossed House lines to do it.
"So it takes six boys to take on one Witch?" Tonks prayed if she made them made they would make a mistake. "Afraid to let me have my wand?"
"Oh you'll get your wand back, bitch. After we're done it will shoved up your gaping arse." Johann Stoates was pureblood from the Netherlands, kicked out of his original school for just what he planned to do to Tonks. It was quite a shock when he was sorted to Gryffindor. Tall and lanky he resembled a younger and less pleasant Argus Filch. "Don't worry, it won't be the only present we give you."
"Shame on you Johann, spoiling the surprise." Simon Hellar chuckled as he quickly shot off a spell to bind Tonks' arms behind her. The short squat Ravenclaw had tried several times to get Tonks into his bed, each time he was humiliated worse than the last. "Ah well, we might as well inform her. Keith?"
"Ah, Nymphadora, we are about to take away your dreams, like you did mine." Keith Carrow, the cousin of the infamous Death Eaters was easily as sadistic as his idols. "Exposing my…indiscretions…cost me the position of Head Boy and my Patron. Now I will be lucky to be a clerk in the Ministry. For that your punishment is to continue our four lines. Fair, don't you think?"
"Indiscretions? You were raping fourth years." Tonks spat in Keith's face. "You're lucky I didn't just use a castration curse."
"My, My, My, such spirit even when your defenseless." Keith chuckled as he pointed his wand at her before starting an intricate pattern in the air. "I found this spell in the Restricted Section. It nullifies any birth control and makes certain at least one of your eggs with take with each man's sperm."
"You wouldn't. My father would…" Tonks sputtered as she watched the wand move. Desperate to escape she reached down in her magic and attempted to shrink out of her bonds. To her growing horror nothing happened.
"Ah, you just attempted to shift." Simon chuckled evilly. "I'm afraid that you can't at the moment. It's a shame really as there are so many women we each would like you to change into. Maybe after you are forced to marry one of us."
"Get off me you self buggering chavs!" Tonks screeched.
Hanry responded to that one with an open handed slap to Tonks' face. With his impressive strength he knocked the metamorphamagus to the ground and loosened one of her molars. Grabbing her blouse he jerked her back into a standing position before giving her another smack to the other cheek.
"Don't make me…."
Whatever Henry was going to say was interrupted by the heavy wooden door exploding outwards. Sharp slivers of wood embedded themselves in all four men's flesh, easily tearing through the robes each wore.
Tonks gaped as she saw a seething Harry Potter come to an abrupt stop just inside the door. For a brief moment she thought she was hallucinating, somehow conjuring the image of a savior in her darkest hour. However what she saw next was not something she could have ever imagined. Harry's face contorted into pure rage and he blurred into motion. Not even a second later the observation level of the Astronomy tower was liberally coated with blood and limbs separated from her attackers. Harry was standing in front of her, covered in fine blood spray.
"Are you going to be okay, Miss?"
Tonks did the only sensible thing anyone her age could do, she fainted.
Harry was sitting on the hospital bed next to Nymphadora's keeping vigil. He had good reason as the four attempted rapists were all alive and resting in beds of their own. There was no way in hell he was going to leave her alone in the infirmary with only Poppy as a defense. Professor Sprout had found it commendable as had Flitwick and McGonagall. Oddly Snape had not said a word. The real obstacle was the Headmaster.
"Mr. Potter, I am ordering you back to your Dormitory." Albus Dumbledore was not in the least happy with his pawn at the moment. He was becoming more independent and willful, something that would ruin every plan the Leader of the Light had. "Rest assured that Miss Tonks is safe here."
"She'll be safe when she is awake and can file a statement, Headmaster. Until then I am not leaving her side." Harry looked deeply into the old man's eyes. While he did not often defy the Dursely's, the times he had he had been intractable in his resolve. Sure it earned him more lashes, but it was always worth it.
"Mr. Potter, there will be no charges filed. I have spoken with the four young men. They were merely helping Miss Tonks with a performance piece." Even Dumbledore did not buy that line. Luckily once Harry left the young woman's side, Albus could obliviate her and plant the memories. It would not do for Hogwarts' reputation to be tarnished. "As it is I am forgoing punishment seeing as you believed Miss Tonks to be in danger."
"Sir, with all due respect if they told you that, they were lying." Harry replied evenly. While part of him was screaming at him to just trust the Headmaster, a larger part was telling him he could not back down. "Miss Tonks was under a Leglock jinx and her arms were bound behind her back. In addition there were massive bruises forming on her face and according to Madam Pomfrey two of her molars were loosened. That is not the actions of someone helping her with a 'performance piece.' Until Miss Tonks wakes and gives her statement I am not leaving her side. Do not attempt to force me."
Thwarted again Albus almost reached for his wand, but subdued that impulse. Instead he extended a tendril of leglimancy through Harry's eyes. Almost immediately he regretted it. Whereas two weeks ago he could easily read Harry's surface thought, it was impossible now. Oh, he could see the thoughts plain as day, but deciphering them was impossible. Instead of the thought patterns of nearly every sentient species, Harry's thoughts were so rapid and complex that he was sure he could spend decades trying to decipher one, let alone the multitudes he saw. Drawing back from the alien mind, Albus just offered the grandfatherly smile.
"I must commend you, Mr. Potter. In your position and with the facts you know, I would likely do the same as you." Dumbledore was no fool. He knew when to cut losses, especially as a small scandal now would pay dividends later when he had Harry's trust. "Perhaps, I am jaded in that I think no student would lie to me. I shall wait until Miss Tonks awakes and I hear her version of the events. As she has no vested interest in escaping punishment her account should be less biased I imagine. You may of course stand vigil until that time."
"I want a meeting with the entire House. NOW!" Severus Snape bellowed as he entered the Slytherin Common room, cape billowing behind him. What he had seen in the Infirmary had disturbed him, especially after probing Mr. Carrow's mind. While he was a murderer and torturer, he drew the line at rape. Not that many Death Eaters had, only himself Lucius and Bella seemed repulsed by that crime. Drawing himself back to the present he noticed that his entire House was present except the elder Carrow. "As you will learn in the next few days, Mr. Potter has gravely injured Mr. Carrow…"
"…And you want us to make Scarhead's life miserable?" Draco Malfoy finished hopefully.
"No. You will not confront Mr. Potter over this." Severus snarled. There were several gasps of shock at this. It was well known that Snape hated Harry Potter. Ignoring the looks of surprise Professor Snape continued."Mr. Potter was defending the virtue of Miss Tonks. It would seem that Mr. Carrow took it in his mind to make Miss Tonk bear him a child against her will. Once broken, he planned to use the servus secus on her. All because he wanted to punish her for exposing his crimes."
"How did Harry Potter injure our dear second cousin?" Hestia Carrow asked, but it was clear in her tone that she would slit Keith's throat if given the chance.
"Well, Miss Carrow, Mister Potter tore off Mr. Carrow's wand arm at the shoulder, proceeded to cauterize the wound with a simple fire charm, then he broke eight of his ribs." Snape said casually. "His arm has been reattached and his ribs have been fused back together. He should be under your tender mercies in a few days. I fear however that he will not live the month, understand?"
"Perfectly." Hestia and Flora responded in eerie unison.
"Professor Snape, I wish to help the Carrows in their time of need." Draco said after a moment. "After all, family helps family."
"Denied, Mr. Malfoy. However you might be interested to note that Mr. Carrow had help." Severus' dismissive tone was not to be argued with. "Simon Hellar of Ravenclaw, Johann Stoates of Gryffindor and Henry Cavelish of Hufflepuff. I expect that Mr Stoates and Mr Cavelish will be having fatal accidents soon. Mr Hellar, however, is largely untouchable in Ravenclaw, but I am sure you can help him out there."
"Very well." Draco nodded. He might not like his cousin all that much, but family always avenges family.
"And I expect that everyone in MY HOUSE, respect the rules I have set forth. If I even hear of another incident like this I will set Mr. Potter loose upon you with the claim that you killed Miss Granger." With that message seeping into his charges' minds the Potion Master left for his office.
"I think I just messed myself." Gregory Goyle summed up the thoughts of the entire Slytherin House in just six words.