Hey guys! I'm back from my break! I haven't felt like writing in a bit, but seeing some fanart inspired me to make a new story, so I took that inspiration, hit it with a hammer and molded into some for this story! I got this chapter out in like three hours, not including revising time and all the fun stuff of story telling through words. Hope you enjoy!
The king who is apparently named Godric lunges forward and crushes me into a huge bear hug. Man, if not for Yang's constant crushing hugs, this would HURT!
After spinning me in circles for a minute, I was far too shocked from the sudden hug to break free, he sets me down. "So, you're the guy that will be learning how to use my sword! May I ask which house you are from?"
Blinking owlishly at the man, trying to process what he says, I absently answer, "Was a Gryff before I went to another school." This man is apparently Godric Gryffindor... that is cool!
"Yeah! My house! Eat it Sally! You owe me money!" The man cries into the air. "Said your students would wield my blade, HA!"
An unfamiliar voice sounds just over my shoulder, "That iss to be s-" The voice is cut off as I swing around on instinct, leading with an elbow to where I believe the throat is, followed by a kick to the chest. I finish with rolling to the side, drawing out my wand and for some reason, drawing forth my hellfire by some other instinct, I spin to put the owner of the voice in my line of sight.
A pale man lays crippled on the ground, against the wall. He is wearing a green tunic under a potion apron. Godric is pointing and laughing at the man. "You just got your ass kicked by a dog man!" I can barely hear him say through his bellowing laugh.
"Yeah, just like your sstudentss. The mosst violent people to ever learn magic," The man groans as he staggers back to his feet. His S's has an accent on them that I relate to Riddle. Parselmouth. I think I just booted Salazar Slytherin across the room.
This... Pleases me a bit, Slytherin house always did bug me, well Malfoy and his cronies did.
Feeling the need to apologize even if I did enjoy it, I do so, "Sorry sir. I've had a bad experience with a pale man coming up behind me, don't want it to happen twice." Chuckling, I notice the two men staring at me. "What?"
"What do you mean by that child?" Slytherin asks, looking at my eyes. He flinches when he sees the bright red in the one. "You're a vampire?!" I give him a thumbs up.
"Part Vampire, Human and a wolf I named Snuffles!" I tell him, grinning like the lune I am turning into. While wagging my tail when I mention Snuffles. "A true freak if I do say so myself! So... you're Salazar Slytherin?"
The two men don't answer and continue to look at me with a dumbfounded stare. Feeling no threat and waiting for an answer, I snuff the fire and sheath my wand. The sudden movement snaps the pair out of their daze. "What dark magic did you use to make that sort of combination?" Salazar asks me, sounding completely curious and excited while bouncing on the back of his feet. The look in his eyes matches that of Hermione, which almost makes me laugh.
Ah, the boundless curiosity of a scholar, turns even the brightest people to energetic puppies when something new comes their way. Learned this the fun way when Hermione cornered me to learn about Parselmouth and what they can do.
"That the best part! None! It was a series of weird nonsensical things!" I barkingly laugh while rubbing the back of my head.
"I don't even know what Tom did to me that helped fight a Vampire vir-" A crown pops up next to me with a old looking tome that is opened to a page. "Huh?" Looking at the book, I read aloud, " 'Of the Horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions, we shall not speak nor give directions than for the destruction of this abomination. Bathe the most foul magick in the fire of a fiend, submerge in the poison of a king, separate the tainted soul from the artifact or strike with the sharpened metal of a master race.' Well... Okay. I assume that this is a Horcrux and he did something like a horcrux to me?" Indicating the crown.
"EW! He put his soul in my head! That is all kinds of nasty!" I shake my head as I say this.
While getting over the creepy factor, I hear Godric. "Hey that's Rowenda's diadem thingy!" Godric gracefully put it. Wow, the legendary Ravenclaw lost artifact. Right in front of me too.
Touching it, an image of Tom leaps from the crown and stands in front of me. Reminds me of the... Diary in second year. "What the hell Tom! Dude, how many of these did you make?! That's like three now!"
"You're mine Potter!" The lunatic lunges for me, but I just side step the charge and draw my blade, giving a broad sweep as I do so and slice the image in half. Doing absolutely nothing to it. Same as the diary. Since I don't have anything I need, the basilisk venom probably won't do anything in my blade, plus even if I am close to a barbarian when it comes to solving things, even I know the value of that item enough to not melt the damn thing!
Ducking another tackle from the spirit, I look over to see a stunned set of founders. Two women has joined them as they watch the show. "Yeah! Just stand there like statues you fucking assholes!" Spin out of the way from the frantic soul, I continue, "I don't know soul magic or what the hell a master race is," Another book appears nearby. "I can't read while dodging a lunatic, Hogwarts! I may be a badass, but I am terrible at multitasking!" I shout at the castle.
The founders, as I assume they are because the names Sally and Godric, plus Godric saying his house and sword. The two females are watching the fight with stunned looks as well, must have been summoned by the other two. After a few minutes of spinning around the spirit, I lose my temper.
"You know what, fuck this! Come at me Tom! If I can kill a suped up vampire, I can kill you!" Embracing the spirit into my body, I hear the growling of Snuffles and a sudden cry of pain. After standing still for a few seconds, listening to the one-sided battle in my head, I hear Snuffles give a howl that I understand as basically, "Stupid prey."
Black ooze flow out of the crown as the howl winds down in my head. I take that as a sign I won. Picking up the new book to see what Hogwarts thought was important, I see this. 'Master races; Goblin, Dwarves, Fay and Wood elves.' Isn't the sword of Gryffindor a goblin made weapon? Dropping the book, I thump my head repeatedly on its stand when I read this. I have the damn thing in my bag, and I wasted like five minutes running around like a fool! I could have just poked the blasted thing!
Looking over at the founders, I glare hate at them for leaving me to deal with the insane spirit. "Yeah, leave the obviously powerful dark wizard to a sixteen year old! That's a great fucking idea! Not like you four are the most powerful magicians since Merlin or anything!" Slamming the blade back into the sheath, I move over to stand in front of them.
Standing in front of the founders, I cross my arms in front of me and introduce myself, "I guess introductions are in order right now. Name's Sirius Black, or Harold Potter. The extra member of team RWBY in Beacon. I would say I am pleased to make your acquaintance, but first impressions are not in your favor." I look at the four that are gathered.
Godric suddenly laughs, "I like him! He's got the spirit of my ancestors! That's it, you're going to be my apprentice Mister Black! Or Potte...r... Sally... Didn't my daughter marry someone named potter, some low class family in town?"
"Yess, how do you forget the name of your sson-in-law?" The man snorts in amusement. The black-haired woman slaps the back of the king's head.
"You forgot who our daughter married again?!" She cries. Sally backs up while snickering at the pair.
"Okay... Grandchild! My name is Godric Gryffindor, this is Salazar "Sally" Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and lastly, my wife and your something great-grandmother, Rowena Ravenclaw!"
"If you call me Ssally, I will poisson you with the darkesst of potionss," Sally threatens me. Then in parselmouth, mutters to himself, "How the hell did his line last this long?"
Smirking at a chance to amuse myself, I answer the man in parselmouth, "Sheer dumb luck and aggression on my part, can't say anything about the rest of my family,"
The pale man stares at me before getting a horrified expression on his face and falling to his knees, "I'm related to the moron! NOOOO!"
The founder of the house of loyalty comforts the distraught man as she greets me also, "Hello deary! As Godric says, I am Helga Hufflepuff. May I ask you a question?" I nod at her, "Why did you let that... thing try to possess you?"
"Recently conquered a really power vampire trying to take me over, Tom is nothing alone without his army, but a very sadist wizard. I had complete confidence that Snuffles would have taken care of the fool when he is separate from his magic."
Rowena snickers, "Who is Snuffles?" I shift into my wolf form and give a loud bark before turning back into a person. "I see. An animagus. It has a presence in your mind?"
"Yeah, he mostly plays in some forest he's built up in the recesses though."
Sally breaks his grumbling when he hears this and gets into my face, "How! What kind of wolf are you? Is that coat magically ressisstant?" The questions continue as I try to answer the excited man. I learn that he always wanted to be an animagus, but never had the patience or want to meditate when he could be brewing in his free time, even know when he is essentially immortal.
We all sit around a summoned table and chat a bit. I catch them up on how the world outside of Hogwarts is going and they tell me stories of the past. While sipping on some tea as Sally recounts an embarrassing tale of Godric about a time when he forgot his wife's, Rowena, anniversary. The man in question shoots up when it starts getting funny and grabs me by the shirt collar, "Time to train!" The man loudly states, dragging me away from the snickering man while he sips on his tea.
A stage comes up under us. Out of no where, the man brings out two wooden swords that are the same size and shape as the sword of Gryffindor. Tossing one at me, I take the stance I was shown and he immediately corrects it. "Wrong. That is not proper for the use of a broadsword. Like this." He moves to what is the proper stance.
The rest of the night was spent training to correct everything that I learned from Blake to match a broadsword, my vampiric and wolven endurance is pushed to the breaking point as being a poltergeist given a body by the room, Godric does not get tired or sore. He has peak performance forever. He stops at five so I can get a little rest.
I shift into Snuffles as the founders chat a bit and curl up into the corner to take a nap.
By seven, I am dead on my feet, but not as tired. "Damn. Going to have to raid a blood bank if every night is like this," I mutter to myself as I drain a container of blood to get energy for the day. "No free blood bags anymore."
Changing out of my dirty combat gear and making sure I have my hair in order, I pull on another pair of cargos and a muscle shirt that is covered by a loose cloth red jacket for warmth. I am no longer a student, so I don't have to wear those stupid robes that would really get in the way of fighting. Taking my trunk out, I pull out the text books and shrink them down, stashing them in an empty pack of cigarettes. My trunk goes back to my pocket.
Stumbling downstairs as the energy slowly builds up my energy to half, I make it to the hall undisturbed and take my place next to a studying Hermione. The only ones that are here are the Ravenclaws for their early morning study session.
I wonder what would happen if I told them I found their house's lost artifact of wisdom... Nah, funny if I didn't.
Dropping into the seat next to Hermione, I pile up some meats on my plate along with the strongest tea they serve to help myself keep going. "Ha- Sirius, you look terrible," Hermione states with a worried tone to her voice.
"Yeah. Spent all night training in the use of my blade with a ghost that knows what to do with it. Fun fact! Ghosts don't get tired!" She snickers at my plight as I dig into the food. Yawning, I watch as the hall fill up, Neville takes a seat across from me with a smile, so does Luna. From how close they are to each other, I can tell they are dating. "S'up guys. Nice to see you all again."
"Still pale as a vampire I see Harry. Or is it Sirius now? No sun where you went?" Neville opens the conversation with a chuckle. The boy, no, man seems more at ease than I've ever seen him before. Cracking jokes was not something that Neville did when I left.
Smirking at his choice of words, I answer the question, "Nah, plenty of sun. I just still get cloud burns, so I avoid it with my hoods. And yes, I go by Sirius now."
"So... You are part wolf now I see. Got a name for him yet?" Neville asks, I immediately know that he is talking about what I call Snuffles. Hermione must have told him about the maurader tradition of naming their animagus forms.
Hermione giggles next to me, so I gesture her to answer the question as I finish off my plate. "He calls his animagus, the biggest wolf I have ever seen in life or books, Snuffles." Neville gives a snort while he takes a sip of pumpkin juice.
Luna gives a little chuckle as well. "So, Sirius. How was your time in Remnant so far?" This stop Neville's, Hermione's and my laughter.
Staring at the naturally wide-eyed girl, I question her, "How do you know of Remnant?"
"Silly! I'm a seer, I can see into Remnant and the fay."
"Oh... Didn't know seers could look into Remnants. Though my base is Trelawney, so I can't really accurately tell. Well my time there has been enjoyable. Got a team that cares for me and on the way to a job that people all over the world respects. The battles with grimms are just a bonus," Grinning as I answer her question.
We chat a little more until Neville looks over my shoulder and scowls. Turning my head, I see Ron behind me with a pissed look on his face. Sighing, I stand up and face Ron, matching his height, then some. "Ron... My former mate. How have you been since you tried to kill me?"
"Get out of this school you monster!" The ginger screams at me, pulling his wand from behind his back and pressing it against my forehead. Seeing my friends drawing their own wands, I gesture for them to stand down. "You'll probably kill all of us when we sleep you blood sucking leech!"
I continue on like there isn't a stick that could blow my head off pressed against my brain container. "I've been doing great! Made new friends, made some small time enemies, nearly died a few times, you know. Living life to the fullest."
The boy gives a cry of rage and twists his wand, shouting the word, "Reducto," Using aura, I coat the point of impact with quite a bit of it to absorb the hit. It does so splendidly. Grinning at his second attempt to kill me, I step into his guard, the wand pressing up against my head as his arm bends down so his wand doesn't snap. Again.
"Try harder Ronny! You can't kill me with words alone! You got to mean it!" Unwittingly copying what Bellatrix shouted in the middle of the fight at ministry while fighting Ron. Giving him a shove, he stumbles back as I draw my blade, still smiling. "You got to really try! Maim! Cripple! Disembowel! Like this!" I stab myself in the gut through my body, ripping the blade out of my side, healing it with my aura as my sword exits. Blood splatters as I fix up the lethal wound before his eyes.
"Now try again Ronald, because nothing less will end my existence!" I laugh as I advance with my arms wide open. Much like the time when I killed all those thugs. "You've tried twice, what do you have to lose for a third?!" Approaching him, he sends out a bombardment of weak reducto curses, my aura shielding me from each one.
The teachers try to step in by stunning Ron. Mostly McGonagall as the rest are too stunned I just about gutted myself, but I shield the frantic boy from being taken down with a wandless shielding charm. All the while smirking as Ron tries to land a killing blow, but fails miserable. To taunt him even more, I start clean my blade with a rag to get my blood off it. When I finish, I sheath the blade, never taking my eyes off Ron.
Soon, far too soon, he is panting and can barely lift his wand. He's been casting for about forty seconds. "You done? Good." Stepping up, I kick him in the stomach, making him curl around my foot. This is a love tap compared to what I usually hit with. "Now then Ronny. I have a fix for this little problem! You avoid me, I do not kick you again! Do you find this acceptable?"
I remove my foot from the teen and he crumples to the ground, wand rolling away from him as he tries to breath. I bend over him, not really expecting an answer, but looking like it until I give a little pleasant smile.
The ginger was still on his knees coughing from the hit. "Glad to have this talk my acquiescence!" I say, patting his head like a dog. Doing an about face, I sit back into my seat, chowing down on more food. Neville pauses and stare at me before letting out a booming belly laugh, pounding on the table as he laughs. I like this new Neville!
Wandlessly vanishing the blood off my clothes, I repair them with a passing thought as I snicker into my food as well. Snape is dragging off Ron, who is still coughing. McGonagall steps up behind me as I eat to fix up some of the aura I used to fix myself. The wound was bad, one of the worse things I've been hit with, but it was straight and clean, so it didn't hurt as much and was easy to fix, just... reconnect everything.
"Mister Pot-" Growl, "Black. Detention for assualting ano-"
I cut her off, "The only one I assaulted was myself. Ron cast the only spells used in that exchange of words. Self-defense and all that fun stuff. Plus I'm not a student here anymore, so you have no authority to give me a detention. Only the professors at Beacon may do that. If you can get in contact with them, I will gladly be kicked out of the school."
She growls to herself, tosses a piece of paper in front of me and walks away to probably check on her lion. Neville slowly recovers and we chat for a bit. I am sharing all my classes with Neville, which is cool.
As we go through the day, I keep an eye out for the Malfoy heir when he is alone or some a small number of people.
The chance doesn't arise for a week, in this week, I find that I know most of the material thanks to my vampire memory and constant reading of my new books, the legal ones, in class. Coupled with my grip on magic, everything is just too easy for me.
What does challenge me is the night times. Godric is a cheerful sadist in his training, "C'mon boyo! It's just a broken arm! Swing like a man and club me with it!" Or his favorite, "You did that wrong, REPEAT a hundred times!" The repeats re with him throwing things I need to move out of the way of as I go through the form or him trying to take my head off with his wooden blade.
Needless to say, by the end of the nights, I am glad for my two hours of sleep sessions. In the mornings, I tutor Hermione on the more deep stuff that she doesn't understand when she is casting. The girl is a sponge for the books though and I can't ait to introduce her to Rowenda and Sally.
The man did come through in his threat for the Sally nickname by through acid at me in the middle of training, eating away a few fingers and having me take a sword to the arm, breaking it. He looked disappointed that I could regrow them and he couldn't put me through the hell of skele-gro and muscle potions.
I grow closest to Helga as she sometimes give medical training when I am hurt, explaining why this works and how. I may not need the help, but she is a mother hen like Sprout is and can't stand to see injuries.
Exploring the halls on a free period, I run into my target by accident. He is alone with his goons, pansy and a blond girl who Pansy is holding by the hair, a Slytherin I sort of recognize from class, Daph- something.
"Oh goody! Malfoy, my little cousin! Just the man I was looking for!" The Slytherins all whip around to look at me. "Please leave little cronies, Draky and I need to have a long conversation about a certain... man."
"Back off Po-" I step forward and clamp his mouth shut, smiling a gentle smile all the same.
"That is lord Black to you Malfoy, " I pleasantly say, contradicting everything about the situation. "Now... Cronie A,B and C. Please run along. You as well my dear, " I direct this at the blonde haired girl.
They follow my directions and I drag a struggling Malfoy into a nearby abandoned class room, tossing him at my feet. "What the fu-" The teen begins.
"Shut up Malfoy," I growl. "Now..." I bend over and grab his left wrist, bringing the sleeve up to reveal a dark mark. "Tell me where your master is and I won't drink you dry!" I flash my teeth at him.
"You don't have the guts Po-" Snap! I break his wrist in a crushing grip. "Ahhhh!"
"Now... I can do this the easy way, or I can come back later after learning a bit on how to read minds and tear your mind apart as only a novice can."
"He... he's staying in the Malfoy manor!" The crying boy tell me the location easily enough, "Please... Just don't hurt my mom! I know you will kill dad, but please leave my mom alone, she isn't part of this!"
Smiling at the sniffling teen, I crouch down next to him, "You will probably die when I kill your lord, but I promise not to touch your mother in the case you do live. Now... Sleep." I overcharge a stunner and hit him with it.
Strolling out of the room, I leave the grounds and pop to the given location, well near it. I just need the coordinates to get there. I see a manor and around it are sentries in black cloaks. Not suspicious at all.
Being of the non-subtle class of fighting, I walk down the path and the men in cloaks converge on my location. I see McNair leading so I have the right place. I fire off some powered cutting charms, killing three before they can get their sheilds up.
Unsheathing my blade, I charge at them in a speed only a fighter could follow and mop up the first responders. Continuing down the path, I give the door a strong kick, breaking it down as I step to the side, letting the killing curses sail through the empty doorway.
I really need to pick up a gun when I get back. Blindfiring would be a godsend right now. Flooding my nervous system with aura, I dash through the opening and find twenty men in front of me, pushing myself faster, I begin my massacre on the untrained terrorists.
They seem to only know one spell, the killing curse and it takes a second or two to cast, making it completely useless when the opponent is in a group of your allies, or would if these fools cared. I didn't even have to kill eight for them all to fall, they took out each other.
Chuckling at the fools, I drain one of them dry, indulging on the fresh blood. I take off in a random direction as I have no idea where in the house Tom would be. I burst into what looks like a sitting room to see Lady Malfoy cowering behind a chair. "Where is Riddle!"
"W-Who?" She stutters, flinching at my tone.
"Voldemort woman!" She points to the door to my right. "Lucky Draco begged for your life. Smart kid, knew your husband was a lost cause too." Going over to the door, I kicked it and speed up my brain function with aura for analzying the threats. I see Voldemort on his throne with over fifty men in the room.
"Po-" I don't give him a chance to monologue and hurl my sword across the room, Pinning him back in his chair as the blade impales his lung. The basilisk venom eating away at him already. The room is too stunned to do anything, so I raise my wand and chant incendio, pumping it full of enough magic to make a protronous corporal and touchable.
The fireball consumes the room and I continue to pump it for ten seconds. I hear two familiar shrieks. Cutting the magic, the fire dies and I see nothing but ash, a burnt body with my blade in it, the face still slightly reconizable with his red dead eyes and a dead snake in the corner. I walk over and pull my blade out, wiping the ash covered blade on my pants before placing it on my shoulder. I levitate the body behind me
Walking back to the room I see Lady Malfoy staring at me and the corpse. "You... You just killed the dark lord!" She seems to hesitate before asking, "Is my son still alive?" I give her a thumbs up as I walk away. I take a long drink from a corpse and fill up my depleted flasks before leaving the grounds, holding the body close.
I appear in Diagon alley and stride through the street to the enterance to the ministry, people making a path and screaming when they see the dead body. Entering, I bring it to the guard, who pulls his wand when he sees the body. "Yo! I got your dark lord here! Where do I pick up the bounty?!"
I point at the corpse's open eyes which are still blood-red, his pale as death skin and lack of nose. I see him press a button, so I lean against the wall as I poke the dead lord with my sword to kill time. "You know, it was kind of easy to kill him, just walk in, take down the guards and cast a huge as fireball while he monologues like an evil villain." I say to no one in particular.
When I look up, I see a very large group of auror's pointing their wands at me along with a monocle wearing red-headed woman I kind of remember from my trial as well as Umbitch. "Umbitch! How have you been?! Those centaurs let your toad ass go?!" Suddenly her locket jets off her body towards Tom's.
Catching it with the reflexes of a seeker, I see it snap open and projects an image and whispers in my ear sweet nothings. "I can give you family, riches all you desire! The love of your team, just... Put me on!" Eyebrow raised, I toss it on the ground and poke it with my blade. At the slightest touch, the soul jumps out and latches onto me, joining in the graveyard Snuffles is making.
"Weird!" I call out as I pick up the locket, looking I see it is the Slytherin Locket, Sally moans about giving away. "Sally is going to have kittens when he sees this!" Looking back up, I see Umbitch glaring at me as I slip the necklace on.
"Evil lockets from hell aside! I got Tommy here! I expect his bounty given to me in full!"
"Who is this Tommy, and you are under arrest for murder!" The monocle wearing woman states.
"Why, Old Voldemort of course! Who else named Tom has a bounty on their head, certainly not the nice barkeep at the Leaky Cauldron!"
"You're tell me that this is You-Know-Who?!"
"Yup, killed him myself along with about eighty other people about twenty minutes ago! All Death Eater's so don't worry. Oh! I know what will help! An oath!" I pull my wand slowly, and raise it to face the ceiling. "I, Harold James Potter, do solemnly swear on my magic, life and power, that this is Tom Riddle, known as Voldemort, who I killed today with a blade to the person and a lot of poison along with fire! Oh, and I am not under the imperio curse, I can shake that off even from old Tom here. So mote it be!" My wand flashes and I cast a lumos and do a front flip with aura around my legs.
"I'm alive! No lying then!" I turn back to the dumbstruck officials, "Give me money!"
The woman stares at the corpse and back at me. "He's dead, it's not fake!" I swing my sword up at the levitating body and cut his head off, a burst of blood splatters the ground, all black from the corrosive poison. Ignoring the poison, I stick my tongue to the blade to get a taste of my enemy's blood.
Immediately spitting it out as, ignoring the poison, it tastes like something from a sewer. "Dude! What did you do you make your blood taste that bad?!" I ask the headless corpse. "Ah, whatever!" I throw the body at the feet of the woman, "Name's Harry Potter and all. Just send a bag of money by owl or something for the reward. I fought him at Malfoy manor, so... yeah, check that out."
"Lies you Freak! The Malfoys are upstanding members of society, I demand you arrest this freak on murder!" Umbitch shrieks. I look lazily at the aurors who are looking at the toad, me and their boss.
"Would it help if I gave an oath to the goddess of night? I already have a marking from her on my arm for my honesty if you want to see it? I don't think you can lie on those either."
The red-head waves me off, "No... No... Thank you Mister Potter for doing the world this service. The reward will be sent to you within a week."
I turn to go when I feel the necklace hit me in the chest, reminding me, "Oh, The man uses Horcruxes too! I took out... five, but there may be more." With my piece said, I leave the ministry and pop over back to Hogwarts.
I stroll up the path of the school already resigned to the fact that I am going to miss lunch one way or another. I arrive just a little late for class, so I make my way over to class and plop down next to Neville for Defence. "Mister Potter! All because you are not a student doesn't me-... why do you smell of burnt flesh and blood Potter?!" Leave it to Snape to recognize the smell.
"Just got back from take down old Tom Riddle. Should be in the papers tomorrow or something. Had to kind of... Burn a room of fifty people to do so, hence the smell. Check your mark if you don't believe me."
He snarls at me as I begin to follow the instructions on the board. "Liar!" But I see him check his arm as he moves to the front of the class, only to freeze half way there. He turns on his feet heads back over to me.
In a sudden movement, he grasps me in a bear hug and picks me up before dropping me, running out of the room laughing in relief down the hall. The students all staring in terror at their teacher as he runs. No one has ever heard Snape laugh before and it scares them, it even creeps me out. Neville speaks up and asks. "Harry... Did you really kill the dark lord?" I nod and he gives me a slap on the back, rivaling Yang. "You were gone for like an hour! Was it really that fast?!"
"If you don't let him monologue, yes. Well Teacher's gone, I'm going to go train with my sword. Cya at dinner Nev." Without waiting for a reply, I leave and head up to the room of requirements. Since class is still in session, I see no one on my way up. I open the door to see a funny sight.
Godric is giving Sally a nuggie while the girls watch, giggling behind their hands. "You dare say that you are a better teacher than the mighty Godric Gryffindor!"
"I trained a bassilissk to protect the sschool without looking at it once!" The man cries as he tries to break out of the bigger man's hold.
"And I trained a werewolf to transform on command! Something that has not been done since, you even had to use that snake speaking thing to teach the snake!"
"Hey guys!" I call out to get their attention. "Look what I found!" I hold up the locket for them to see. Sally magically zips over to me and stares at it. "It was being used as a Horcrux by tall, dark and stupid, but I broke it!"
"My... Nephew!" The potion master gives me a hug and takes the locket to look at it in the corner. Mumbling about how they took his precious and now it returned. Man, everyone weird is just giving me hugs today.
"You free for training?" Godric asks me with a twinkle in his eye. I hesitantly nods and he throws a training sword at me before shouting, "Un guard!" and charges.
So old Tom is dead. I made it anti-climatic because well. They are pure-blood wizards, they do not have any athletic ability and the ones who did, Tom being maybe one, were taken down to quick to show it. Note that there are seven Horcruxes, so there can be a chance he pops up later in the story, but don't count on it. Dumbledore has one which he will eventually do something with and the cup is locked in a dead family's vault. When the goblins clean house, they will probably do something with the dark magic tainting their halls.
Anywho, may have one more chapter in the HP universe before heading back to Beacon. I just don't know where to go with this story anymore.