Justice For Me

Synopsys: A different take on Harry's fifth year. He doesn't get mad; he gets even. AU because of different earlier events told in flashback and Harry has a brain.

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Harry had the worst summer of his life to date. Voldemort had returned last year and he was completely cut off from everyone. He was attacked by Dementors and had a farce of a trial for his expulsion. The real problem is the fact that his so called friends had abandoned him but not each other. He thought angrily to himself, ungrateful fucks; if it wasn't for me they wouldn't even know each other. Hell Granger would be dead if it wasn't for me and she thanks me by choosing Ron over me. Now Weasley is a prefect; how the hell did that happen? Not to mention Dumbledore; how dare he ignores me after everything that happened? We'll see about that my dear friends.

Contrary to popular belief, Harry was rather intelligent. He was well practiced in the art of hiding his intelligence from his relatives. Showing he was smarter than Dudley would cause him to be punished by his loving relatives; it was a survival instinct. He kept things to himself quite well and was a more accomplished liar than anyone would suspect; even Hermione. His conversations with his Godfather, the infamous Sirius Black aka Padfoot, were filled with interesting tidbits of very useful information that would serve him well in his current endeavor. He went to sleep after making his plans to get the justice he truly felt he deserved.

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The school year started and Harry knew it was going to be horrid. Ron had been a prick about being a prefect and this served Harry's plans well. Dolores Umbridge had been named DADA professor and Harry knew she had ulterior motives to be at Hogwarts but kept his suspicions to himself. He didn't fall for her taunts in class and his so called friends and housemates accused him of being a coward. After the Heir of Slytherin incident, Harry couldn't care less. Hermione had approached him about starting a DADA club to teach defense but Harry had refused her request. He thought begrudgingly to himself, she abandons me to shag Ron then has the gall to ask for MY help in her studies. Patience Potter things will work out in time. He just stayed the course and made his plans; by Halloween everything would come to pass. It would be the first Halloween he was looking forward to celebrating.

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Halloween morning two letters were delivered to two staff members. Madam Pomfrey was in the Hospital wing when her letter arrived by school owl. It read.

Madam Pomfrey,

I hope this letter finds you well as I have a frightening matter to inform you of. I overheard a conversation from Ronald Weasley saying that by the end of the year Hermione Granger would be his no matter what. He said something about it would only take a few more then she would be ready. I'm uncertain as to what he meant but I had to tell someone. My cousin was slipped a potion and she was used by several boys from influential families and we could do noting about it. Please help her; I couldn't live with myself if something like that happened again and I failed to stop it. Thank you for your time.

Concerned Student

Poppy Pomfrey reread the letter and was concerned to say the least. The letter was written with a Dicta-Quill so the handwriting couldn't be identified. She knew that in the past things like this happened but hoped she would never have to deal with it; how wrong she was. She treated several young women last year, during the tournament, for this very thing. She berated the Headmaster for allowing the students from Durmstrang diplomatic immunity and nothing could be done to prosecute the boys for their crimes. Unfortunately all of the girls were muggle-borns as well and it made matters worse. She composed herself and made her way to her friend and colleague Minerva McGonagall then she would locate Miss Granger and find the truth. She was unaware that Minerva received her own letter.

Minerva McGonagall was about to leave her stateroom for breakfast when a school owl delivered a letter. She opened it and began to read.

Professor McGonagall,

I hope this letter finds you well. I'll get right to the point, Prefect Ronald Weasley has been bragging about all the free things he has been receiving this year as a perk of his position. I am unaware that prefects receive gifts for their accomplishments and I am confused. According to written school rules, a prefect must have certain academic requirements and I am certain Mr. Weasley does not have. Also according to written school rules, the Head of House chooses the prefects, not the Headmaster as the Gryffindor Registry clearly states. In fact, the Headmaster should have no influence on the matter in the first place. Normally I do not bother with another house's business but I suggest you look into this matter as Mr. Weasley is using his authority to intimidate the younger students from all houses. My parents are influential people and in this time of crisis we need proper guidance for the younger students; not bullies. Thank you for your time.

Concerned Student.

Minerva read the letter and suddenly became nervous. She knew that listening to Albus about making Mr. Weasley a prefect was a mistake but he used Headmaster's Prerogative as an excuse. She knew there was no such thing but relented to his demands. Now it seems that her fears were realized. She did not want to lose her job because of this and she knew Albus was in no position to help her if she were dismissed. She was pulled from her musings by a knock on her door. She opened it to find her friend Poppy looking very pensive. Minerva allowed her to enter and Poppy spoke in a fearfully strained voice.

"Minerva I received this letter about Miss Granger. If what I think is happening; we need to have her examined immediately," she said handing Minerva her letter.

Minerva read the letter and was appalled; she remembered what happened to several young women last year and vowed to put a stop to this sort of behavior. She said in a strained tone.

"I can't believe this is happening again. I received my own letter about Mr. Weasley this morning and now I feel that I have made the worst mistake of my life," she said handing her letter to Poppy.

Poppy read the letter quickly and said, "Minerva I can vouch for some of this myself. I have seen Mr. Weasley berate several first years. You do remember the opening feast when he called the first years midgets don't you?"

"Yes I remember. I never wanted Weasley as a prefect because he lacked the maturity necessary for the position but I listened to Albus. I wanted Potter but Albus said he had enough to worry about."

"We need to have Miss Granger examined Minerva. If she is being potioned then she needs medical treatment immediately. Love potions could have an adverse side effect on her magic as well as her development. I've read cases where prolonged exposure caused sterility or even brain damage."

"I agree with you. After breakfast, I will instruct Miss Granger to report to the Hospital Wing for an exam. Keep her there until I have a chance to speak with her," Minerva instructed.

Poppy nodded her head in agreement and the two women left for the Great Hall.

Harry Potter was sitting across from his 'friends' eating his morning meal. His stomach churned every time they looked at each other grinning and blushing. He thought, well that proves one thing; they never had the decency to tell me they were together. Ah, right on time. Let the games begin. He saw Minerva and Poppy enter the Great Hall looking very anxious and he grinned to himself. This was going to be the best Halloween of his life.

Before departing for their first class of the day, Minerva McGonagall approached the trio. She said.

"Miss Granger I would like a word with you in private."

"Yes professor," Hermione said in a concerned tone. She looked at her friends and gave Ron a quick wink then left with her Head of House as Ron and Harry continued toward their destination.

Minerva lead Hermione to the hall way and they were met by Poppy. Minerva wasted no time and spoke in a professional tone.

"Miss Granger we have a serious matter to discuss. We have reason to believe that you are being given a potion unknowingly. Please go with Poppy and have and examination so we can be certain."

Hermione's eyes went wide with fright. She immediately thought, who would do this? Malfoy probably but what if it's too late? What if I'm dieing? What if I'm losing my magic? She composed herself the best she could and left with Madam Pomfrey and prayed she could be cured.

Minerva looked at her favorite pupil and her heart broke. She hoped that nothing physical happened between her and Mr. Weasley but she would cross that bridge if and when she came to it. She found Argus Filch, the caretaker, and asked.

"Mr. Filch I need you to bring me a copy of everything that has been confiscated by my Fifth Year Prefects as soon as possible."

"There is no need Deputy Headmistress. Nothing has been turned in by them as of yet. Your sixth and seventh year prefects have turned in several items but nothing from the fifth year. I check the logs daily," Filch said proudly. He may be an unpleasant man to be around but he was diligent with his work.

"Very well, Thank you Mr. Filch that will be all," She said politely and the two separated. As she walked towards her classroom her head was filled with many thoughts and none of them were pleasant.

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Hermione and was sitting in the Hospital Wing waiting for the exam results. Judging by Madam Pomfrey's facial expressions it didn't look promising. Madam Pomfrey looked at her young charge and spoke with a strained voice.

"Miss Granger I am sorry to tell you this but you are under the influence of an Attraction Draught. The concentrations in your system indicate you have been under its influence for several months."

"What does an Attraction Draught do? Is it a love potion?" She asked with tears forming.

"It is a subtle potion as it takes time to work. Like a love potion, it causes you to have feelings for a particular person but the effects are not immediate. The feelings develop over time and eventually they will become so over powering you would not be able to control yourself. In fact, any other male would feel your wrath if they even spoke to you as they would be seen as a threat to your love interest; girls would be even worse. I need to ask you who you have feelings for," Poppy said in a concerned tone.

"Ron Weasley," she said in a strained voice with tears falling.

"I see. Has anything physical happened between the two of you?"

"On our last prefect patrol, we kissed and he touched me up a bit but nothing else. I can't believe he would do this to me. HE USED ME! Last year his mother told me and Ginny about a love potion she made while in school; I thought it was amusing," Hermione said breaking down into uncontrollable sobs.

Poppy sat down next to Hermione and put her arm around her in comfort. Hermione sobbed into her shoulder for some time until Poppy said softly.

"Love potions are the most dangerous potions around; even more so than poisons. They take everything from you and you have to live with the shame for the rest of you life. You need to stay here until we get that potion out of your system. It should take a day or two but you'll be fine."

"Thank you. Why would he do this? I know he didn't brew it himself so where did he get it?" Hermione said in between sobs.

"I don't know. Minerva wants to speak with you later. I fear it won't be a very pleasant conversation."

Hermione just nodded and attempted to compose herself. She was thankful things didn't go further than they had but unfortunately she wanted them to.

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Later that day, Minerva entered the Hospital Wing to check on Hermione. After a brief discussion with Poppy, she walked over to her young lioness then with a heavy heart she said.

"How are you feeling Miss Granger?"

"Dirty. I can't get this feeling out of my mind," Hermione said curtly.

"I wish I could do something to take those feelings away but I can not. I'm sorry for what happened to you. Did anything happen between the two of you?"

"No, just some kissing and touching but I wanted more. I can't believe this is happening to me. How could he do this? He was my best friend," Hermione said angrily. The sadness was gone and now she wanted blood; Weasley blood.

"I can not answer that nor will I speculate on his intentions but they were most assuredly dishonorable. I need to ask you something else. Have you confiscated anything this year?" Minerva asked but feared she knew the response.

"Yes. Some dung bombs and other prank items; several bottles of fire whiskey and a few dirty magazines. Ron turned them in to Mr. Filch. Why do you ask ma'am?"

"I checked with Mr. Filch and nothing has been turned in to him. You know there is a magical log sheet and any items brought to him are catalogued automatically," Minerva said flatly.

"But Ron volunteered to take them to Mr. Filch. He wanted to give me more time to study; I thought he was taking his prefect duties seriously. He even offered to take things for the other Gryffindor prefects to help out. He kept them didn't he?" Hermione asked.

"That is what I'm going to find out," Minerva spat.

"Does Harry know? I've been distant form him lately; he's been a bit cross with me since this summer but he had a good reason," Hermione said somberly.

"He doesn't know yet but if my suspicions are correct you will be spending more time with him in the near future," Minerva said with a slight smile.

Hermione smiled weakly suspecting what she meant. Minerva left the Hospital Wing then ventured towards her next destination. She met with her other prefects and proceeded to the Gryffindor Common Room. She found Ronald Weasley playing chess with a sixth year and approached. She said sternly.

"Mr. Weasley I have a serious matter I need to discuss with you immediately."

Ron was not about to argue with an angry looking Professor McGonagall; so he conceded the game, he was winning anyway and followed his Head of House to his dorm room. They were flanked by the other prefects so he thought it was a special meeting or something; he wished Hermione was here because she would remember what was about to be said. Upon reaching his dorm, Minerva placed a privacy charm on the door and spoke sternly.

"Mr. Weasley we need to search your trunk. There have been reports of improprieties and they need to be addressed."

"What do you mean professor?" Ron asked nervously.

"I checked with Mr. Filch and with Miss Granger and I discovered that nothing that has been confiscated by the two of you has been turned in. If you have been keeping these items then you have committed a serious offence. Please unlock your trunk so it can be examined," Minerva said in a professional tone that left no mistake in her intentions.

Ron immediately became frightened; he knew he was caught. He reluctantly unlocked his trunk then backed away; his ears were rapidly turning red indicating a Weasley meltdown in progress. The seventh year prefects took there place near Ron, as per previous instructions as the sixth year prefects waited patiently for their assignments.

Minerva immediately spotted several bottles of fire whiskey and knew her suspicions were correct. She conjured two boxes and began packing the inappropriate items. The other prefects looked upon Ron with disgust as item after item was packed. As her inspection came to a close, Minerva spotted three things of interest. The first was Ron's prefect manual that appeared to have never been opened. The second was a high quality money pouch from Gringotts. She knew the Weasley family didn't have much money so this was completely out of place. She opened it and found it to be filled with Galleons and Sickles but more importantly she saw the initials of the proper owner inside the pouch. She turned to Ron and glared angrily at him and commanded in a dangerously low tone.

"Explain this Mr. Weasley."

Ron's anger was fast approaching the breaking point. He shouted without thinking.

"He gave it to me when I made prefect."

"He gave this to you did he? Why don't we just ask him if this is true?" Minerva said with disgust.

Ron's temper was about to get the best of him when the seventh year male prefect stepped up to him. He was taller and larger than Ron so Ron poorly attempted to compose himself. Minerva returned to her task with an angry huff then retrieved the third item; a potion vial. It contained a pale rose colored liquid and was half empty. Minerva was no expert but knew what a rose colored potion was. She looked at Ron and could barely control her own anger. She said through her teeth.

"Mr. Weasley I have never in all my years at Hogwarts seen such blatant disregard for your position. You are hereby relieved of your prefect position and you will serve detention every night until the end of term alternating between Professor Snape and Mr. Filch. Once this potion is analyzed you may be facing expulsion. I will return this money pouch to its rightful owner and he may or may not wish to press charges of theft. I also will be contacting your parents on this matter. Be grateful I'm still allowing you to play Quidditch but I will inform Miss Johnson to find a suitable replacement for your position. You disgust me Mr. Weasley," Minerva spat barely holding her own Scottish temper in check.

Ron's anger quickly turned to fear when she mentioned contacting his parents. Expulsion was bad enough but he would rather fight You-Know-Who himself than face his mother's wrath. He hung his head and sat down on his bed defeated. The other prefects looked at him and walked away without one word; Molly Weasley's temper was well known. The prefects picked up the boxes and left the room to carryout there duties.

In the common room, there were many whispers about what was happening. When all the prefects and Professor McGonagall returned and Ron didn't; the rumors started flying. Minerva approached Neville and asked.

"Mr. Longbottom do you know the whereabouts of Mr. Potter?"

"He said he was going to the library to study. Is Hermione okay? He seemed really worried about her when she didn't come to class today," Neville said.

"She is fine Mr. Longbottom; tell Mr. Potter to meet me in my office as soon as possible and be quick about it," Minerva commanded politely.

Neville nodded his acknowledgment then collected his things and made haste to the library; he was not about to get on McGonagall's bad side.

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Harry was sitting in the library studying. He was sitting at Hermione's favorite table and realized what a treasure it truly was. It was out of the way and very quiet; he finished his homework with ease and was enjoying some light reading about advanced curses when a breathless Neville spoke to him.

"Harry, McGonagall wants you in her office like yesterday," he said in between gasps for air.

"Did she say why?" Harry asked nonchalantly.

"No and she didn't look to happy. Harry something happened in the tower today and I think Ron was involved."

"I'm not surprised considering the way he's been flaunting his badge towards all of us. Thanks Neville I better get this over with," Harry said in a defeated tone.

Neville departed as Harry gathered his things. He was smiling inwardly all the way to his destiny.

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Minerva went to Severus Snape's office and was allowed entry. She looked at him then handed him the potion vial and asked.

"Please tell me what that is but I fear I already know the answer."

Snape took the vial and examined its contents. He knew immediately what the rose colored liquid was and spoke in his stern, unfeeling tone.

"This is an Attraction Draught. I assume you have the owner in custody."

"He is in Gryffindor Tower awaiting his fate. Thankfully the young lady was unharmed," Minerva responded.

"Judging by her absence in class I would assume it was Miss Granger that was doused," Snape said plainly.

"You are correct and I need not remind you to keep this matter private until it is resolved. I am sending you Ronald Weasley for detention tonight for his actions on another matter. You know my feelings about men who use women like this," Minerva said in a knowing tone.

"Understood," Snape said unfeeling. He may have been a Death Eater but he was no rapist; unlike some of his associates. He had just the disgusting job in mind for Mr. Weasley.

Minerva nodded her agreement and left to return to her office. She arrived to find Harry outside her office awaiting her arrival. They entered and a few moments later Hermione joined them; this concerned her as well. Minerva sat down and spoke plainly as she handed Harry the money pouch.

"I believe this is yours Mr. Potter."

"Where did you find it? I thought I lost this; I've been going mad trying to find it," Harry said frantically.

"I'm sorry to say that I found it in Mr. Wealsey's trunk along with many band items. He said you gave it to him."

"Are you mad? Sorry ma'am but why would I give him this much money? It's not like I have unlimited funds to just throw around," Harry said with disgust in his voice and a smile in his heart.

"Apology accepted but do refrain from doing that again. I am only repeating what he said and now I know he was lying. Do you wish to press charges?" Minerva said.

"No, I'll let Mrs. Weasley deal with him. I'm almost certain you've told her about this."

"Not yet but I will tonight. I fear that this is more serious than you think Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley is facing expulsion for another matter," Minerva stated.

"Then it's true; he did use a potion on me," Hermione said mournfully.

"Excuse me; what potion? What are you talking about? Did he hurt you? Are you okay?" Harry said quickly and concerned.

"I was under the influence of an Attraction Draught. It's like Amortentia but more subtle. He used me," Hermione said regretfully.

"Why would he need a potion? The two of you have been dating since third year."

"What do you mean? We have not been dating. Where did you hear this?" Hermione admonished.

"Ron told me that you two were dating after the first Hogsmeade weekend. Every time I snuck out of the castle he was angry that I interrupted his 'quality time' with you." Harry said knowing he slipped up. He looked up at Minerva and she said.

"I'm not angry Mr. Potter; in fact knowing your father I expected it. Just don't do it again," Minerva scolded.

"Harry, Ron lied to you. We aren't dating; we've never dated. I was under the effect of a potion. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. It wasn't your fault but you should have listened to me last year when I told you I didn't miss him. I think I know him a bit better than you. The only reason I forgave him was because of you," Harry said softly.

"Is that why you never asked me to the Ball?" Hermione asked.

"I thought you had a boyfriend so I didn't bother. When Ron asked you it burned my bum that he would treat you like that but that was your business so I stayed out of it," Harry said.

"It seems that the two of you have more to talk about then I expected. However there is another matter we need to discuss. This should have been yours from the start Mr. Potter. I apologize for not appointing you," Minerva said as she handed Harry his prefect badge and manual. Hermione was pleased at this turn of events and took the badge and proudly placed it in its rightful place on Harry's robes.

"I don't understand. If I was supposed to have it, why wasn't it given to me in the first place?" Harry asked.

"I allowed myself to be coerced into this decision and I've regretted it ever since. Albus said you had enough to worry about so he named Mr. Weasley himself."

"But the Headmaster has no control over prefect appointments; I've read ALL the school rules. Why would he do this?" Hermione said angry and confused.

"Two reasons. One: to separate us and two: to control his weapon," Harry spat angrily.

"What are you accusing Albus of Mr. Potter?" Minerva asked sternly but curiously.

"What I'm about to tell you needs to stay between us. I've already spoken to Sirius and Remus about this and they're doing what they can. Will you keep this just between us please?" Harry said in an emotionless tone.

"I won't tell anyone. Do you need a magical oath?" Hermione said.

"No, I've always trusted you but thanks for the offer. Professor?" Harry said.

"Officially this conversation never took place. What is going on Mr. Potter?" Minerva stated curiously.

"I first have to tell you what happened in the graveyard. What really happened and not what I told everyone else. Well after Voldemort had returned and called his followers, I was released and given my wand. We were about to duel when . . ."

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"I assume you have been taught to duel. First we bow, now what would Dumbledore think; the pleasantries must be observed. Now Bow," Voldemort commanded.

"Wait! I'll fight you, properly, but answer me one question truthfully. Think of it as a last request," Harry said frantically. He needed time to think.

Voldemort looked upon his young opponent and smiled evilly. He said in a silky smooth tone, "Amusing, never let it be said that I Lord Voldemort am not a gracious host. Who am I to deny a condemned soul his last request? Ask your question Harry Potter; I will answer truthfully; then you will die."

Harry tried desperately to compose himself. He looked into Voldemort's blood red eyes and asked the question he needed the answer to, "Why? Why did you try to kill me as a baby? I was no threat to you."

Voldemort looked upon his prey and his evil grin instantly became roaring laughter. He said in an amused tone, "It appears that Dumbledore has failed miserably; such a shame. He has kept you ignorant of your destiny, a destiny which will end tonight. Your answer is as such; before you were even born a prophecy was given. The prophecy foretold of my apparent downfall at the hands of another. The prophecy stated; the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches . . . Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. You Harry Potter are that child and Dumbledore had not told you. He left you painfully unprepared for our eventual encounter and here we are. I see your mind is in turmoil. Please, take a few moments to process this information before you die," Voldemort said sweetly as his inner circle laughed at Harry's predicament.

Harry's mind was in turmoil. He thought to himself, that son-of-a-bitch; he knew and never told me. I'm nothing but a weapon to him. If it's a weapon he wants, a weapon he'll get. I just have to get out of here. Harry looked at Voldemort with disgust. He was the one who killed his parents. He may die this night but Voldemort would always remember him. He said.

"So it's just you and me. It's always been that way hasn't it?"

"Yes it has. Enough of this; time to meet your end Harry Potter."

Harry walked a few steps and stood as tall and proud as his battered and beaten body could muster. He held his wand in a proper dueling position and said sarcastically, "the pleasantries must be observed."

Voldemort stood tall and took his position. He admired Harry's tenacity but that was all. They two mortal enemies bowed in respect to each other then Harry wasted not one moment and shouted.

"REDUCTO."

"AVADA KADAVRA"

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"The rest you know. Our wands locked up and I brought Cedric's body back with me. I'm nothing but a weapon to the old man," Harry said with a heavy heart.

Minerva and Hermione sat in uneasy silence. Hermione broke the silence by saying.

"Harry, Voldemort may have been lying to you."

"I doubt it. If he's anything he is a braggart. I've asked Dumbledore several times but he never bothered to tell me. I knew that Voldemort would be arrogant enough to tell me the truth; if only to gloat. The thing is; Voldemort's followers know what I have to do, Dumbledore keeps his people ignorant. I just don't understand that."

"Knowledge is power. Albus had the knowledge and that gave him power over you. Keeping the rest of us ignorant will only get people killed in the end. I always knew he kept an almost obsessive interest over you but now it makes sense. What do you plan to do about this Mr. Potter?" Minerva said.

"I've been reading and studying everything I can get my hands on this summer. I owl ordered several advanced defense books and got some books from Sirius. I even got a few old auror's manuals. They may be outdated but they're still interesting. I just wish I would have known sooner; I would have tried harder in my studies," Harry stated.

"You said that the Headmaster wanted to separate us. Why would you say that?" Hermione asked.

"Think about it. I know that you're already formulating some sort of plan. Dumbledore knows I can't do this alone and the first person I would ask for help would be you. How would you be able to help me if you were off with your boyfriend while I'm on my own?"

"You almost sound like you're accusing Albus of pushing Miss Granger towards Mr. Weasley. What are you really implying?" Minerva asked.

"Exactly that. I'm not as naïve as people think. I know that the Weasleys are Dumbledore's most devout followers. The-Boy-Who-Lived and the brightest witch of the age would be a great addition to their clan, but there is no way in hell I'm ever dating Ginny," Harry admonished.

"What's wrong with Ginny?" Hermione asked curiously. She knew Ginny still liked Harry but she never asked Harry about his feelings.

"For one thing she acts like her mother; I don't want to deal with that. Bill and Charlie already gave me the big brother speech last summer at the Burrow. Besides, one word from Dumbledore and the whole family turned their backs on me this summer without a single word. It reminds me of a kid's game but instead of Simon Says its Albus Says. Who's to say he wouldn't do it again or something worse? But to top it all off, ask Tonks to change her face and hair into Ginny but give her my eyes and see what you get," Harry ranted.

Minerva's eyes went wide and she said, "You would have a teenage version of your mother."

"Exactly, people must think I'm stupid or something. Her hair was the first thing that turned me off from her, but there is another reason. It's only a theory but it does make sense but I'm not sure you're going to like it Hermione."

"Just tell me Harry."

"Tell me what your favorite insults towards Malfoy are. Professor please don't be upset with her I'm just trying to prove a point," Harry said.

"Very well Mr. Potter, please proceed Miss Granger."

"Well there is ferret, Dracula, arrogant ponce, in-bred bigot . . ."

"Stop right there. I looked at the Black Tapestry and found that the Potter, Weasley, Prewitt, and Malfoy families all have a Black ancestor in their lines. How do you fix in-breeding?" Harry asked carefully.

"With new DNA; muggle-born DNA," Hermione said fearfully.

"I think the old man is setting you up as a brood mare or something. I've come to realize that he cares little about a person's personal freedom. He cares more for the whole. Like I said before, the Weasleys are his most loyal and the two of us would be a huge reward for their loyalty."

"The way you speak of Albus is almost like he is a Dark Lord," Minerva said cautiously.

"From my point of view he is. Voldemort took my parents; Dumbledore took everything else. He told me that my greatest weapon is love but he's taken the only person I've . . . Never mind, forget I said anything," Harry said shamefully.

Hermione's eyes went wide at Harry's almost declaration. Minerva was also stunned but held her composure and said, "These are serious allegations Mr. Potter. It may just be a theory but unfortunately everything you have said makes perfect sense."

"That's what scares me. I need help; I can't do this alone. Will you help me professor?" Harry asked graciously.

Minerva's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts; one more disturbing than the next. She always hated herself for leaving Harry with his muggle relatives but relented to Albus' wishes. She did it again with the prefect position and once again it came back to haunt her. She made her decision and said.

"I'll help you anyway I can. What is it that you need?"

"I . . .um . . .well . . ." Harry was interrupted by Hermione.

"What we need to do is find out if there is more to this prophecy than what we know. We then need to learn as many advanced spells as we can. Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion; I'm certain he could help us. Maybe you could teach us some advanced Transfiguration professor; I've read about Combat Transfiguration but it was too advanced for me to try. Then we should; what are you smiling about Harry?" She asked looking at Harry grinning like a mad-man.

"You were wondering why Dumbledore would want to separate us; well you just proved that theory didn't you," Harry said as Hermione blushed.

"I do have something that may help you but you didn't get it from me," Minerva said retrieving something from her desk.

Hermione gasped loudly once she noticed the item. She said.

"I thought you returned my time-turner professor?"

"It seemed to have slipped my mind. In all honesty, I felt it may be of use someday. I never expected it to be something like this. Mr. Potter I must say you are dealing with this matter well. Frankly I expected you to be angrier."

"I was angry; I still am. Over the summer it gave me a lot of time to think about things. I mourned Cedric but I made a promise to myself that he would be avenged. I had a choice between sitting around waiting for something to happen or to do something about it. I did all I could from there and I've been reading up on anything I could find since school started. My workouts are a bit more intense but nothing to strenuous. I even made a journal of useful spells I've learned but then again anything can be useful. I came to realize that Dumbledore won't help me; I mean he's had fourteen years to do something but he really hasn't except punish me for something that wasn't my fault. I'm sorry but that's just the way I feel about him," Harry stated plainly.

"You've been working out? When did you start doing that?" Hermione asked inquisitively.

"I've been exercising since first year. I talked to Wood; he was training to go pro. He taught me basic exercises to help me in Quidditch. Third year, he taught me a bunch more exercises. Over the summer, Dudley got a free-weight set from Vermin . . I mean Vernon and I used it a few times," Harry responded shrugging his shoulders. It was no big deal to him.

Hermione looked at Harry but it felt like she was looking at him for the first time. She never really noticed him before. The changes in him were so gradual; she never really noticed the difference; the clothes he wore didn't help matters. She would really need to reevaluate her previous assessment of her best friend. Minerva broke her out of her ponderings by saying.

"I believe we should end this here; we all have much to think about. Mr. Potter please escort Miss Granger to the Hospital Wing. Do be careful with the time-turner. Do I have your permission to speak with Professor Flitwick on this matter?"

"Yes of course professor. Thank you; no one ever asked me what I wanted before everyone just assumed what was best for me," Harry said graciously.

This statement stabbed Hermione in the heart as well as Minerva. Neither of them ever considered this particular problem. Harry was being led down a path instead of being asked which way he wanted to go. They forgot he was a person with rights and feelings and both were ignored by all. Before dismissing them Minerva said.

"One more thing, you are excused from your prefect patrols until Miss Granger has recovered."

"Thank you professor. It will give me time to read the manual."

"Yes, Apparently Mr. Weasley never bothered to even open his manual," Minerva said with disgust in her voice.

"Why should he? Hermione already memorized it," Harry retorted strongly.

This bothered Minerva to no end. As her two lions left her office she pondered, Albus what have you done to that boy? What are you really up to?

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Harry and Hermione were walking towards the Hospital Wing in a strained silence. Hermione gathered up her courage and asked.

"Harry you said something about your greatest power. What did you mean by . . ." Harry interrupted.

"I really don't want to talk about that now. You need to recover and get your mind right before we do. On another note, I've been thinking about your idea of a defense club and I . . . I'll do it. I was reluctant at first but now I think it's a good idea."

"What made you change your mind?"

"You might not like the answer. I thought you and Ron were together so I was giving you your space. I was angry that you to left me behind and the fact that the two of you spent more time with Sirius than I did. I felt like you were trying to use me. I mean you and Ron had the nerve to ask me for help and you two were off together enjoying yourselves. I know it sounds petty and childish but that's the way I felt," Harry said sadly.

"I never thought of it that way before. I always thought that we would be friends forever and nothing would tare us apart. I guess I got caught up in the whole Harry and Ginny thing Sirius was going on about. Thank you for being honest with me about this," Hermione said mournfully.

"I had a talk with Sirius about that as well. He forgets sometimes that I'm not my father. When I showed him a photo of my mother when she was a teenager he almost had a stroke; it was actually sort of funny. I'll show you the pictures I found later."

"Where did you find them?" Hermione asked.

"I was cleaning out the attic at my relatives and found a box with some old photos. There were some of my mum so I kept them. I can see why my dad liked her so much but that's the reason I don't want to be with Ginny. I'm not a perv . . .well not like that anyway," Harry said grinning.

Hermione giggled softly and blushed at the Harry answer. She really never saw this side of Harry before, considering she spent most of her off study time with Ron, and she liked it. She had an epiphany and said.

"Harry I was wondering about something. At the end of our third year, Sirius gave you a note saying that as your godfather you have permission to go to Hogsmeade."

"What about it?" Harry inquired.

"How could that be legal? Sirius was an escaped murderer apparently after you. How could he give permission to his intended target? I think the Headmaster has been separating us gradually so as not to appear too obvious," Hermione said.

"I never thought of that. He must have given me permission to go. I wonder what else he's done. I even came up with a wild conspiracy theory concerning Binns," Harry said.

"What is it? It may not be that far fetched considering everything else."

"Well, Binns has been at Hogwarts for ages; that means he's on the payroll. He's a ghost, what does he need money for? If he's still on the payroll where's the money? Who gets it? Does he have any grand kids or great grand kids? I mean . . . I told you it was wild," Harry snorted.

"That would be embezzlement. If the Headmaster is doing something like that, he could be arrested. I'm not certain he would do that but given recent facts and theories I'm not certain he wouldn't," Hermione said.

"I remember Vernon saying something about wars run on money. Maybe the old man was putting the money away for a rainy day and now it's storming. I mean, The Order can't be doing everything for free; especially Dung," Harry spat out the name.

"That makes too much sense. You'll make a good detective some day," Hermione said.

"It's elementary my dear Watson," Harry teased. Pun intended.

Hermione just shook her head and smiled at Harry. She was really beginning to like this aspect of her friend but berated herself for not seeing it sooner. Harry spoke.

"Hermione I need your help with something else."

"What is it?"

"Well, starting in the middle of third year I began self study in Runes and Arithmancy. McGonagall either couldn't or wouldn't change my courses so I did it on my own. I applied to take the OWLs in those courses and it was approved by the Department of Education but I could use some help with the fifth year material in Runes; it's really complicated," Harry said.

"Harry that's wonderful. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Oh, it was because of Ron wasn't it?"

"You know how jealous he gets and I wanted to do it on my own. I have to admit that I spied on you that year," Harry said.

"What do you mean by that Holmes?" Hermione teased, she was having fun.

"My dear Watson, I saw all the books you used to do your homework in those courses and wrote down the titles. If they're Granger approved they must be good. I bought a self shrinking trunk just to store all my books. My personal library had a population explosion, especially this summer. I can't wait to see my family library," Harry said excitedly.

"Family library? What else have you been keeping from me Potter?" Hermione said with a hint of anger.

"Relax Granger, all of the items that survived THAT night were moved to my parent's personal vault. I took possession of the vault my third year but I won't be able to take anything out of it until I come of age. I'm not super rich but I have more than I thought. Mostly it just stores heirlooms and other things like that. My mum was just like you and loved to read. I'm guessing that she talked my dad into buying one of everything from Flourish and Blotts in addition to what was already there. I never told anyone because I can't access anything yet. I'm sorry I never told you; I should have. Please forgive me," Harry said regretfully.

"I'll forgive you, this time but no more secrets," Hermione scolded.

"Let's make a pact, nothing magical but just between friends. No more secrets, only honesty," Harry replied.

"Agreed. No more secrets, only honesty," Hermione responded.

The two shared a smile and a hug then continued on their way. They arrived at their destination and bid each other good night. Hermione changed for bed and sat in wonder. She thought, Ron's never once asked for my forgiveness, he always just assumed I forgave him and I did. Harry's been keeping so many things to himself I'm surprised he hasn't gone mad but then again he thought I was dating Ron. I wonder what Harry looks like under his robes with his workouts? Stop that he's your best friend but then again so was Ron. No he wasn't he was Harry's friend; Circe help me. Hermione slept restlessly that night having confusing yet interesting dreams about Harry.

Harry was walking back to the common room and his spirits were high. He mused to himself, at least now I can get some help with Voldemort. Fuck you old man for everything you've done to me. Hermione seemed to like our banter, thank you godfather for that delightful book you gave me. Mustn't rush anything with her, she needs time to recover from Ron's bullshit. Just in case, I Harry James Potter do swear on my life and magic to never tell anyone else about the pranks I played on Ron and Hermione until the next great adventure. So mote it be. A soft white glow encircled Harry sealing his oath forever.

He continued his musings, tomorrow Hurricane Molly will deal with Ron. Trick or Treat Ronniekins. You get the trick and I get Hermione's treats; as it should be. I am The-Boy-Who-Lived after all. The world owes me and I aim to collect my rightful due.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter.

A/N: How did you like some of my conspiracy theories? I might put these into my other stories if I could fit them in properly. I tried to make this as realistic as possible but then again I was also trying to get my muse back. This is my first attempt at Dark Harry.