Claire watched as her boys spoke to Harry's other friends. It was the day after Harry's break down, and they were at lunch. Claire had offered to help Minerva McGonagall with her classes. So she would be there with protection.

"Why didn't ye tell 'im?" Hagrid asked, seeing where her gaze was.

"Because no child should know that their parents were murdered at that age. I'd planned on telling him, but I got sick."

Harry glanced up from his conversation with Luna to smile at Claire. He had heard Hagrid's booming voice, and had known the answer. He wouldn't have told a child that their parents were murdered when the said child is only four.

"Harry, are you really in Ravenclaw, or is this a ploy?" Terry Boot asked, looking up from his book. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I may not have my nose in a book twenty-four-seven, but I do like to read. If it wasn't for my family, I'd be showing my full potential, but I don't remember how. I could get O's in ever grade, but..."

"Harry, you're not going back, even if I have to kidnap you." Harvey declared.

"Don't be stupid, Harvey. Dumbledore won't allow it now that he knows."

"I doubt that. He'll probably threaten them again." His older friend grumbled as Cho Chang turned to them.

"Hello, I didn't catch your name."

"Harvard Shiloh." Her eyes trailed up and down his body. "So sorry, hun. I'm already taken. I wouldn't be surprised if he showed up soon."

"Wait, you have a boyfriend and didn't tell me!" Harry glared at his best friend. The teen laughed, pulling him close.

"Sorry, Harry."

"Jerk! Who is it? What is he like? When will he arrive?"

"His name is Nathan Bishop, and he's perfect." Blue-green eyes misted over, and Harry could swear he saw some drool. "He's a teacher at my old school. He's twenty-three. We've been dating for six months. He's also a veela." That caught everyone's attention.

"As in the full-blooded, needs a mate, only three potentials in the whole world, veela?"

"We didn't know until I turned sixteen over Christmas." Harry gaped for a minute before grinning.

"That's great! And he chose you?"

"Hey!" Laughing, Harvey shook his head. "All three potentials were in the vicinity. Yes he chose me."

"I'm happy for you Harvey."

"What about you?" Harry shared a grimace with Cho. "Er...we'll talk later."

"Agreed."

The day passed, and they made their way up to the Ravenclaw common room. Cho had explained the door to them, so the knocked, waiting for the riddle.

"You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?"

"Ear of corn/Chicken." The two chimed, before glaring at each other.

"It's corn."

"Chicken." Harvey protested.

"Correct." The door opened.

"Which one?" They demanded of the door, but it remained silent.

"Chicken."

"Corn." They entered the room arguing. The people inside looked up, frowning.

"It's chicken. You don't eat it's feathers, or head for that matter, but the meat, then you throw away the bones."

"You remove the outside leaves of corn, eat the grain, then throw away the core." Harry blinked, then started to laugh. "They're both right!"

"However have you survived the last five years, honestly?" Harvey snickered.

"ME? What about you?" The rest of the room looked away, returning to their work as the two pulled out their work.

"I asked first."

"I may be slow, but I'm not stupid."

"I know."

"I'm sorry. I just...I...it's been a long two years for me. I nearly lost you three days ago. I almost lost my brother in all but blood."

"Harry, I'm not going anywhere. I may have been in poor condition when they got me here, but I was still fighting Voldemort." A bunch of people jumped in shock. However, there were more DA members there than not. "I wasn't about to give up either."

"Harvey..."

"Oh, can I borrow your owl? I need to let Nate know where I am before he tears apart the school." Harry let out a choked laugh.

"What is with you and being random?" The boy-who-lived walked to the window, opened it, and whistled. A few seconds later, Hedwig flew to land on his arm. "Hey girl. My friend, Harvey, needs your help. You up to it?" She puffed up. "Even if it's across seas?" She gave him a conceited look. "Okay, okay!"

"I'm going to fucking murder those muggles." Harvey muttered darkly as he started the letter.

"Like the Hell you are!" Harry glared at the boy for a long time. "Hedwig was the only friend I had after you, so what? I'm not a clam. I still make friends every chance I get."

"Sorry, Harry luv."

"Stupid-"

"Yes dearest."

"Irrational-"

"Of course hun."

"Arrogant-"

"Hey now, isn't that a bit much?"

"Cocky-"

"Ooh, bringing out the big guns now?"

"Bastard."

"I deserved that."

"You two are...weird for claws." Cho said, appearing from nowhere.

"Everyone is weird in their own way." Luna said from here seat where she read the Quibbler.

"I'm sure you have a perk that's a bit insane. All people with brains have one. I tease those I'm closest to." Harvey said, shrugging. "A muggle figured out the equation to equal mass and energy. Where E is energy, m is mass, and c is the speed of light."

"He had...eccentric qualities." Harry agreed, "it was rumored that he could see sound waves."

"Really now, Harry. That's impossible for muggles." Cho chided.

"Ah, but it isn't for squibs, now is it?" The girl blinked in surprise.

"He's a squib?"

"All muggles are squibs." The raven haired boy corrected. "Magic is within everything. It was by itself at the beginning, but when the Earth started to form, it infused with her."

"I don't believe that."

"Then how do you explain my mother or Hermione Granger? Why do nearly all children born to a witch(or wizard)/muggle paring come out magical? I've researched this thought thoroughly. I found the books in the Chamber. Salazar Slytherin wasn't kicked out because he hated muggles and muggle-borns. He was kicked out for believing and proving that all muggles have locked magic. Magic is what keeps us alive. It is live."

"You're talking of the Chamber of Secrets? It's real?" Harvey snorted at a third year.

"You're looking at the kid who killed the basilisk."

"Anyways, I traced my blood-line. It goes as far back to Morfin Gaunt. That's when magic still existed in the usable form. That then traces back to Salazar Slytherin, making me the true heir, but Voldemort is my elder, my great-great-uncle. After getting to Salazar, it breaks off again, until the second Peverell." Harry shrugged. "That's all I know."

"You're related to the Peverells? Harry that's incredible!"

"I'm related to two of them through my blood. My mum to the second oldest, and then the youngest is my dad's ancestor."

"Who knew that you were that powerful?" A seventh year whispered.

"I'm not."

"Yes, Harry, you are. You're just too modest." Harvey snickered.

"Shut up." Harry turned to his homework, tuning the others out.

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