(A/N) Hey all! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter and didn't get too annoyed where I left it :P

I apperciate the reviews immensely. Sorry for the late update; I lost my USB, it had everything on this story.

Big thanks to Llguido & he-who-has-no-name (why-all-the-?) for understanding how hard it is to keep to one thing if you have ADHD. Attention deficit hyperactive disorder, is a killer for me.

Some of you have no idea how hard it is to try and keep writing when your attention declines, believe me it is so difficult. I can't stand silence, I can't stand sitting down usually and have to keep moving, my usual attention span lasts for no longer than a few minutes at a time; sometimes it's worse other times it's better.

On with the next chapter...

Hogwarts was an astounding focus of magical energies that came from a millenia of students, teachers and various animals that had been kept inside it. The majority of the students had an over-bearing on their magical core, causing them to release their extra energy; which was then harnessed by Hogwarts school.

It didn't do it by choice, but how else was it supposed to alter the warding strength? The Founders had it in-built into the castle. If the school didn't need all the wards active, it could de-activate them; when they were needed she could focus huge amounts of power into the wards. The massive input of magic caused Hogwarts to become a sentient being and have a slight bond between the Founders and their offspring.

She inwardly sighed. She knew of the headmaster and his sometimes-subtle manipulations, but had previously been helpless; she was supposed to serve the headmaster. Until the Heir returned and realised his place.

Seeing the young Heir to the Founders and their fore-father, Myrrdin, the castle could assume what they wanted; a grand entrance. While she couldn't laugh; she could have a mental breakdown and cause herself, as a castle, to shake.

Feeling his thoughts she prepared herself for the shock and horror some of the students and teachers were going to have. Gently she pointed out that he should put his hood up and cast a concealment charm over his face, except his eyes.

As they were about to walk into the Great Hall a thought struck Harry; which he naturally pointed out to Hermione. "Hey, 'Mione, we should raise our hoods to freak them out further. Perhaps a concealment charm on our faces." He grinned, glad no-one had seen them yet.

She giggled, light-heartedly; something she'd being doing more often. Harry was simply the kindest, most caring person she had ever met aside from her parents; she also enjoyed his devious side.

Hermione nodded and threw her hood up and cast the concealment charm on her face, leaving out her eyes. She nodded to Harry, who returned the gesture, and held out her hand. He took it in his, loving the way her skin felt; soft like silk, he'd have to mention it later... but he might of said those words more than a few times... oh well.

Hogwarts prepared the ceiling; turning it into a stormy sky accompanied by sound effects of lightning.

Harry nodded to Hermione and entered the Great Hall, purposely banging the doors open.

All heads turned towards them, not a few fainted from the sight. The esteemed Malfoy Jr. pissed himself before fainting. Snape watched with his dark eyes, but looked like he was going to need a few dummies to Cruico later. Dumbledore looked shocked, horrified and funny all at the same time; an elderly man trying out his 'I'm a goldfish' expression while wearing purple robes, is NOT to be taken seriously.

Naturally, half of the female population was damn near drooling at the man's abdominal muscles; half of the male population hating him, knowing they'd have to workout to get a girl. The other half of the male population was wondering how to convince the woman, on the man's arm, to follow them into a broom closet; the other half of the female population glaring at the young lady, hating her curvy, slim body and generally wishing they had a body like that.

The hall was silent.

BANG! Thunder crashed overhead - the entire school population jumped, many people screamed.

Excellent timing. Harry thought, smirking to himself.

Thanks, young Heir. Hogwarts replied, making Harry inwardly jump.

Can we talk later? He asked, excited but outwardly remaining calm. I'm loving the look on Dumbledores face right now. And he was. High and mighty 'leader of the light' Dumbledore looked ready to breakdown and urinate himself, why though was up to debate. Harry grinned.

Of course, Heir. I'm quite enjoying the sight myself. She replied, before leaving his head.

Harry and Hermione looked at each-other, neither of them knowing that they both had the same grin on their faces. Harry moved close to Hermione's ear. "Off with the hoods?" She could hear his playful tone, and nodded; a grin spread across her own face.

Harry and his wife pulled down their hoods, a gasp ran through the Hall. Turning to her and bringing his lips to her knuckles he asked. "My lady, would you accompany me for a bit of lunch? We must have missed breakfast..."

"Of course, my Lord, I will happily join you." Harry's stomach growled from lack of food. "Your stomach seems to agree." A nervous titter of laughter ran through several students.

Hermione noticed Remus was absent from the table. It was only two days since the end of last month, and poor Remus still had his 'furry little problem that wasn't so little' to deal with. She would have to find something better than the Wolfsbane potion to deal with his affliction, perhaps try and find something more permanent for him.

Dumbledore stood up, barely containing his annoyance. "Mr. Potter. Professor's Mcgonagall, Snape and Flitwick reported that a couple of students from their houses did not come go to the common rooms last night. Can you explain? And what are you wearing?"

Harry looked disdainful; he was going to rip into the headmaster for everything he had done. "My clothes are no concern. Care to explain why you left me with some abusive relatives, headmaster?" Mocking Dumbledore's title. The old mans face blanched as many students and professors turned to watch for his answer.

"Can you answer my question please, Mr. Potter? Or I will have to assign detentions and remove house points." Dumbledore retorted, trying to remove the attention from himself.

"Of course, sir, give me detentions and remove house points; but what will that accomplish? I also notice that you failed to answer my question as well." Harry rebuked.

"200 points from Gryffindor and a week of detentions with professor Snape." Dumbledore inwardly grinned at himself, but outwardly he looked upset - something he had mastered; holding in one emotion and projecting another.

The Hall watched at the red rubies that were Gryffindor's house points dropped to zero. An angry red-head, that had found the colour-counter for Harry's spell, stood up. "You idiot, Potter. You're costing us points sit down and shut your gob, before you cost us more." Ron Weasley looked scared, but spoke up anyway – he couldn't keep his mouth shut even if he tried. Harry shrugged and thought of Hogwarts.

Hermione watched her husband carefully. Harry grinned widely. "Reverse the headmasters point deduction and remove the detentions, if you will." The hall watched as the Gryffindor rubies went back up again, many gasped and began talking about it, pointing.

The head of Gryffindor house was in shock. "Mr. Potter, how did you manage that?"

Haha, time for another shock... I'm thinking the words for laughter, geez spent to much time with Sirius. "My name is Harry James Potter and much more. My full name is Harry James Gryffindor-Ravenclaw Emrys Potter."

Snape stood up. "Stop spouting crap Potter, you arrogant little sod. And rid yourself of those stupid-looking clothes; you're even more pig-headed than your father was." In truth the old bat was actually not much better off than ickle Malfoy, but he wouldn't admit that. Not even under vertiserum.

Harry laughed, Hermione joining him. After about thirty seconds of full blown laughter from the pair, Harry spoke. "Ahh, I was hoping you would say that professor. Severus Snape, as Heir of Howarts, I relieve you of your teaching duties." Snape was levitated and thrown out of the Great Hall by some unseen force. But it was highly amusing for everyone.

Snape's face would be one for the record. Being raised out've his seat was shocking enough for him, when he soared, ungracefully, through the air towards the exit... well let's just say his face was priceless. Everyone there cheered at Snapes abrupt departure, aside from the Slytherin's.

Dumbledore frowned. "Mr. Pott-"

"Lord Potter or Lord Emrys please professor." Harry smiled coldly. Dumble-brains opened his mouth to speak, but Harry got there first. "Oh and if you try to reprimand me, manipulate me or do anything to contact me or my friends, I'm afraid that I'll have to leave Hogwarts... something that I'm already considering."

Dumbledore was silenced, and practicing his goldfish expression again... he is getting better at it. Harry thought.

You'd better not leave or I'd have to listen to him bitch more than he usually does. Oh, and you might want to help Fawkes; Dumbledore's placed a few less than friendly charms on the poor bird. Hogwarts told him.

Can you do something about it if I give your permission? I don't really know much about being the heir... sorry. Harry replied to the thought, he received a confirmation from Hogwarts so he gave permission. The castle shook as it gathered strength to blow the enchantments holding the phoenix.

"Mr. Potter, when you are speaking to the headmaster please talk to him with respect." Mcgonagall ordered, though she didn't sound sure..

Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Respect is something earned, not given. I see absolutely no reason to trust, help, respect Mr. Dumbledore. Why? Because he left me to suffer at the hands of my relatives." The deputy head frowned. "If you don't believe me then come to the hospital wing later, 8pm sharp." He looked around; noticing several girls staring at him probably undressing him with their eyes, he thought. He knew that these clothes were rather revealing of his lean figure. Mcgonagall won't be the only person there, he thought.

Harry and Hermione sat down and ate a lovely portion of too-good-to-be-true roast duck. After twenty minutes they got up and left; their friends following them.

Outside the doors to the Great Hall, Harry softly called. "Dobby." and the elf popped into existence.

The big-eared and even bigger-eyed, but ever eager elf asked. "What can Dobby be doing for Master Harry Potter?"

Harry sighed. "Dobby for the last time my name is Harry. Call me by my name. Please." He hated the word master. "Can you take us to the lake please?" The elf nodded and the humans were quickly apparated to the lake.

Harry was glad it was relatively warm today, despite it being England and autumn. The group sat and rested for a while.

Sirius watched the two twins, deciding he was going to offer them a home. They'd lost everything; hopefully he could give their lives a massive change around. At least he hoped he could.

Right now the pair were searching around the gigantic mansion that was his godson's. Sirius had given the two free reign as long as they didn't touch anything; there were dangerous items in the household, though none of them were dark. Harry and Hermione would never house anything dark.

He sat on the couch, watching the 42' inch TV screen. He'd decided that he liked the muggle shows after Jenny had shown him a show called WWE. He'd been engaged immediately commenting on what he would do in certain situations, but had been rather put out when Anne had pointed out it was all fake or they'd be covered in bruises.

That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it. It was fun watching people pretend to beat eachother up and act all hurt.

At first he was surprised that the muggle stuff actually worked in the magical environment, he couldn't ask anyone right now why it worked and he didn't really care as long as it worked.

The pair walked back in completely awestruck. Sirius decided to comment. "So? You two like the place?" Both girls nodded quickly and sat down on either side of him. Sirius's insides squirmed uncomfortably. "I know I haven't known you two except for the past few hours, but I thought I'd offer you two to stay here." He shook himself; he'd gotten it out.

Anne nodded quickly. "Of course we'll stay... I mean where else can we go?" She noticed Sirius's guilty face. "It's not your fault Sirius, what else could you have done? You did your best, we're both alive and well; don't beat yourself up about it." Tears welled up as the memories came drifting back, before she remembered seeing her tormentor being beaten black and blue by Sirius. She was safe with this man.

He put arm round her for as much his comfort, as for hers. She laid her head on his shoulder, while her sister took the other shoulder.

Harry and friends sat out by the lake, relaxing and laughing; remembering Snape's face when he was literally thrown out.

Harry sighed, his head resting in Hermione's lap, her hands treading through his raven hair. He groaned. "I'll have to go to infirmary later, to talk to the Head of Gryffindor house. Do you want to visit Remus later?"

A new voice startled them. "One step ahead of you there, pup." A roughed-up looking Remus removed the disillusionment charm on himself. "I had contemplated pranking you while you couldn't see me but decided against it."

Daphne chuckled. "You're just like, Sirius, professor."

Remus was shocked. "You know Sirius?"

The slim-bodied girl nodded, deciding to act like it was nothing. "'Course I do; he's practically my uncle." She grinned at Harry, who replied with a lopsided smile of his own. Remus's jaw fell a few inches.

"Err, what?" He asked, stunned. Daphne and the other laughed at him and his clueless state.

"It's okay, uncle Remus." Hermione smiled at him, a smile which he returned. "Are you feeling better now?"

The man nodded slowly, cautious of the others; despite them knowing, thanks to professor Snape. "I'm still feeling the after-effects but the worst of it is gone, thankfully."

Hermione nodded, understanding his elusive answer. "I'm going to be looking for a more... sticking cure for you okay? The Potter mansions potions lab is vast, as is the library. If anywhere we can help you, we will."

Professor Lupin shook his head sadly. "There isn't, Hermione, don't waste your time."

Harry looked thoughtful. "What if we put together the properties your current potion and animagus potions? No that wouldn't work..." He trailed off.

Neville looked at him. "What were you going to suggest?"

Harry shrugged. "Use the current potion to calm his mind, then the animagus to allow him to change at will instead of it... well you know." He finished, preventing Remus from getting down about his illness.

The group spent their time talking about what they were going to do when a delicate subject came up. "Why does professor Lupin tread around the fact he is a werewolf?" Tracey asked, but immediately felt insensitive. "I'm sorry that was a person-"

Harry shurgged. "He doesn't like what he has to be. Therefore he doesn't talk about it." It was a slight rebuke and Tracey noticed it.

"He's such a good man, though, isn't he? He is a very friendly person, just too shy people won't like him or be frightened of what he is... a fear which isn't unfounded either." Neville pointed out.

The topic trailed off with Neville's words, the group turned back to rest and relaxation. After dinner Hermione went to the library at 7pm, promising to meet Harry in the hospital wing, to search for idea's to help Remus. Harry suspected she also wanted to go over the lessons she missed that day.

When 8pm came, they all left the Room of Requirement where they had moved to at 7pm; Harry and the others aside from Daphne and Tracey who had already seen the damage done to him. Hermione, Neville and Susan accompanied an annoyed Harry.

The hospital wing doors opened steadily to reveal the Deputy head and the infirmary's mistress; the dreaded Madame Pomfrey.

Harry narrowed his eyes and carefully began taking off his... suit? Armour? Costume? Anyways he took the top off, baring his chest to everyone. Watching them carefully with his startling green eyes, he closed them and turned around. He heard wretching and felt arms carefully around his stomach; Hermione. "Hey 'Mione." He whispered.

"Hey." She murmured back. "How are you?"

"Truly? I feel fine, this is becoming regular." He joked. She poked him in the side, making him jump. He sighed. "I don't mind, that part of my life is over, I've got you now." She held him tighter. "I actually kinda like having my shirt off and feeling a breeze against my upper body, but I'd get stared at because of the scars."

"I could try putting glamours on them, so people don't see them." Hermione suggested.

"Nah, it's fine Hermione. I realized a while ago that I should only care about peoples opinions if the person matters to me. You, Sirius, Amelia, our friends, your parents and other distant relations." He turned to his head of House, the matron and his friends. "See something?" He watched Mcgonagall flinch at coldness in his voice, and is friends cringe.

His head of House looked appalled. "Mr. Potter, I'm sorry what has happened, but I suspect words have little effect on...?" she motioned.

"None at all." He agreed.

Griphook and Sharptooth sat watching the deputy of Gringotts Ancestory Department sweat nervously.

Griphook asked. "Well? Why didn't you inform anyone of Mr. Potter lineage?"

I'm in shit anyway, the goblin thought before speaking. "Two days before Lord Potter's emancipation Albus Dumbledore came to me, informing me of Lord Potter's hertiage. I planned on informing you the next day, but he demanded an oath that no-one knew; especially Mr. Potter." He took a gulp of Firewhiskey, loving the slight burning sensation that trickled down his throat.

"Continue." Sharptooth spat, hostilities rising in him. His client had been cheated and that particular client happened to be the kindest, well-mannered wizard they knew.

Thumper shurgged. "I refused him." Open shock registered on the other two goblins face's. "He demanded again, and again I refused. We continued for ten minutes before he asked me what I wanted most." Scowls appeared. "Strangely I was feeling selfless. I demanded equal rights between goblins and wizards and that he had two weeks to deliver. He agreed, but requested I take the oath first – I- I was a fool and did." He looked regretful. "He has done nothing to help our Nation."

Sharptooth nodded. "Okay, don't meet him again thought okay? Find Ragnok, I'm sure he would love an oppertunity to berate the great Albus Dumbledore." He grinned ferally. Griphook and Thumper grinned as well.

Amelia sat in her office, quietly going through the paperwork on Albus Dumbledore when her floo activated and Sirius requested her presence; which she granted and left to see him.

(A/N) A BIG sorry for the wait. My illness escalated. Not to mention the heat is bloody unbearable, currently 38 degrees C here.

Harry is a lot more confidant in himself, as is Hermione. Something they helped the other with.

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Italics = thought/ speaking with your mind OR spells (I'm sure all of you are clever enough to figure out which is which – if not, I worry for you)

"words" = speaking

"words" = Animal speech

§words§ = Parssseltongue

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