###AUTHORS' NOTE : There is something I wanted to ask my readers, if you do not mind. If you do, feel free to skip this and continue with the story. You see, a couple of years ago, I used to be a kind of person who could just create a poem in BAM! 20 TO 30 minutes out of scratch. But then, I left all of that for some idiotic, sentimental and bullshit reasons. Now, what I want to know is how good those writings were, if at all, and want to post them here on my profile. I know this is a site for fanfiction and I am talking about original writing, but I was wondering if my readers would be kind enough to give those writings a look and let me know how they were. Maybe I could get my old poetry-muse back!

Just a request. If you think it is reasonable, please feel free to say so in your review. If not, well say that either. Now no point delaying any further, so lets get on with the next chapter of Resurgence.


Harry stood in front of the tent, in which the other Champions were waiting. Crouch and Bagman were supposed to be telling them what the task was supposed to be. Sighing to himself, he walked into the tent.

Fleur was sitting in a corner on a low wooden stool. She did not look nearly as cheerful as usual, but rather pale and clammy. Harry cast a single glance at her before moving away towards an empty seat. Viktor Krum looked even surlier than usual, which Harry supposed was his way of showing nerves. Cedric was pacing up and down. When Harry entered, Cedric gave him a small smile, which Harry returned, feeling the muscles in his face working rather hard, as though they had forgotten how to do it.

"Harry!" said Bagman happily, looking around at him. "Come in, come in, and make yourself at home!" Harry wondered if the man was inwardly a despicable sadist, what with the way he was wearing his old Quidditch robes, talking to people as if fighting a dragon was like standing in line outside Fortescue for ice cream.

"Well, now we're all here — time to fill you in!" said Bagman brightly. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" — he held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at them — "from which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different varieties, you see, and I have to tell you something else too... ah, yes! Your task is to collect the golden egg!"

Harry glanced around. Cedric had nodded once, to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then started pacing around the tent again; he looked slightly green. Fleur and Krum had not reacted at all.

Half the champions know and half apparently don't! How all-true-istic of the judges!

In no time at all, hundreds upon hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard passing the tent, their owners talking excitedly, laughing, and joking. He wondered if they would laugh if they too had to face a living breathing dragon. Then — it seemed like about a second later to Harry — Bagman was opening the neck of the purple silk sack.

"Ladies first," he said, offering it to Fleur. She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon — a Welsh Green. It had the number three around its neck. Fleur sighed with resignation. Madame Maxime had told her what was coming.

The same held true for Krum. He pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number two around its neck. He did not even blink, just sat back down and stared at the ground.

Cedric put his hand into the bag, and out came the blueish-gray Swedish Short-Snout, the number one tied around its neck. Knowing what was left; Harry put his hand into the silk bag and pulled out the Hungarian Horntail, and the number four. It stretched its wings as he looked down at it, and bared its minuscule fangs.

Just like last time, but there is no way I am risking my Firebolt again!

"How are you so cheerful, Potter?" Cedric asked, who was shivering and anxious.

"I applied a cheering charm on myself!" Harry sarcastically replied. The things was, Cedric actually believed it and went ahead, casting one on himself too. As the bell rang, an over-enthusiastic Cedric, much to Harry's amusement and others' surprise, ran head-on into the ring, ready to defeat the great dragon and win the task.

"I did not think he would take it at face value." He muttered, causing Krum to snort loudly. Fleur threw an evil glance at him but Harry demonstrated casual indifference, irking her, if the frown on her face was any indication.

Let us see how it is to be on the receiving end of indifference.

The bell rang again, and he heard some rushing of the healers and helpers, who carried away a half-burnt Cedric to the makeshift Hospital wing set up close to the ring. A series of Oooh's and Aaah's pervaded the crowd and many other sorrowful exclamations followed them. Apparently, Cedric had failed to collect the egg and the dragon had used him as a chew toy, from what it sounded.

Guess I wasn't there to inform him first hand.

The second bell rang, and Krum left for his chance. Just like the previous time, he used a borderline dark rupturing curse to blind the dragon. He collected the egg but the enraged dragon broke some of its own eggs in the process. Harry winced at that. A dragon's egg would have been lovely.

When did I start thinking like Hagrid?

Fleur had applied the 'Somnium' enchantment, using her Veela powers and her skills to doze the dragon off to sleep. It was the same as the last time, and she had come out of the entire thing unfazed. Madam Pomfrey offered some medical help but she denied. Veela had outstanding rejuvenation abilities anyway.


The bell rang and Harry knew it was his chance. He shifted open the flap of the tent and walked outside. He saw everything in front of him as though it was a very highly colored dream. There were hundreds and hundreds of faces staring down at him from the conjured stands. Then there was the Horntail, at the other end of the enclosure, crouched low over her clutch of eggs, her wings half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes upon him, a monstrous, scaly, black lizard, thrashing her spiked tail, leaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground. The crowd was making a great deal of noise, but whether friendly or not, Harry did not know or care. It was time to do what he had to do.

Just like the last time, no change at all. Well, better get the job done. No point complaining. Besides, I wanted to give a show in the first place. Now where is the damn egg again?

He looked all over the ring, but only the rocky terrain and the fearsome dragon was all that came to his sight. Then he spotted it. The dragon was standing over the golden egg, which was fallen right next to the bunch of original dragon-eggs. Harry snorted; the organizers could not even place the egg properly.

Let's get going.

"AND THE TIME STARTS... NOW!" Bagman roared.

Show time...

Whipping his wand out, he conjured a couple of wolves near the dragon, bound it and disillusioned himself. Wolves being a natural enemy of dragons, the enraged beast leapt towards the conjured animals, leaving the golden egg free and unprotected. Just as it pounced upon the bound creatures, Harry made himself visible and thumped his palm over the ground, yelling...

"Potens in terra, et quasi catenulas... vincula terrae..."

The ancient elemental spell rose into effect, as humongous shackles arose from the surface, binding the dragon completely. The dragon roared and tried to evade the ever-increasing bindings on itself, but the more it tried to fight, the more the shackles tightened around it. Finding no escape, it relented and let out a deep groan of pain and resignation.

Harry breathed heavily. The ancient spell did take up a lot of energy. The last time he had performed it, he had fallen unconscious for two days owing to magical exhaustion. He had used the same spell while ravaging the Headquarters of the Inferno Corporation. The heavily fortified building had collapsed into itself.

"That took a lot of power...," he panted.

The egg...

He walked towards the egg, and held it up, showing it to the now perplexed and dumbfounded crowd, who were completely stupefied at what had happened. The fourteen-year-old Harry Potter had just held a dragon bound and defeated. It was unfathomable.

"Ladies and gentle-wizards, what a spectacular feat! Our youngest champion has finished the task in the shortest time, using never-seen-before magic. Yes, Harry Potter has just tamed a dragon!"


Harry let the spell go and the dragon sagged down to the ground as the dragon-tamers began to enclose it from all sides, sending stunners at it, trying to subdue it completely. He turned back, held the egg in one hand and began walking towards the tent. Just as expected, he had won the task without any issues at all. Daphne was just too paranoid, after all-

"BOMBARDA MAXIMA!"

Harry whirled around, his wand in his hand and a shield spell on his lips; ready to counterattack whoever this new opponent might be. To his surprise, the spell was not meant for him. What was odder was the fact that a seventh year Ravenclaw had cast the spell. The spell hit the stockade where the other dragons were kept chained. The walls blasted off with a heavy noise as the enraged beasts realized that they were free and let out a primal roar. Almost immediately, the protective wards that had been set all around the ring activated, enclosing the entire ring and the dragons inside it. Everyone outside was safe, well temporarily at least but the wards could hold the beasts for some time, enough for the spectators to escape. Only one minor problem remained- Harry Potter was stuck inside the ring with the four enraged beasts.

Damn! Why did I have to tempt the gods of irony? You are screwed, Potter!

The mighty beasts spread their humongous wings and tried to fly up, only to be thrown back by the force of the spell protecting the ward. The four Headmasters and the dragon tamers had worked for ten days to create the powerful barrier. Now, the same barrier was the reason why the fourth champion was facing four great, angry and vicious dragons.

His eyes darted to one end of the stadium, where Daphne could be seen banging her hands on the barrier and trying to blast it open repeatedly by firing explosive spells. The spells hit the barrier and exploded on the surface, only to see the spell fail dismally in its purpose. The barrier glowed with an ethereal sheen as the ward stood at full power. The spectators were shrieking and yelling, a lot of them already running away from the stadium. On another end, the dragon tamers, professors and Dumbledore were actively trying to break the barrier down.

Okay, Potter, time to see what you can actually do.

The four dragons, enraged at their failure in trying to escape, gave their frustrations one single escape- the one human standing on the ground. The four beasts hurled out gigantic bursts of dragon fire—one of the deadliest things in the world, second only to Fiendfyre at Harry who extended out his hands and concentrated.

"Imprimis Patrocinor."

A solid navy blue shield manifested in front of him, shielding his entire body against the swirling flames, which burnt everything in their way. It was his strongest shield, one that could actually hold against Fiendfyre, although the shield had one major drawback—the energy requirement for it was massive. Most wizards could not even cast it at all. The Fidelius was considered the most taxing spell by most, and not everyone could cast it. The Patrocinor took at least thrice as much energy as a Fidelius.

The deadly flames splashed against the sturdy shield, which still held, a testament to its power. The dragons raged at the futility of their attacks and flapped their massive wings angrily. The Short Snout snapped and leapt towards Harry only to hit the rocky terrain as he used the power of the Hallows to pop away, only to appear somewhere on the middle of it all.

"Ignis flagellum maxima."

The top of his wand extended to form an eight-inch thick fire whip as he threw it towards the short snout. The whip bound the beast by its mouth and stopped it from belching out flames once again.

There take it.

All that his actions did was to enrage the beast even further. It pulled back its head, and finding resistance, leapt over the opposite edge.

Fuck!

Holding on to the wand, Harry flew across to the other end of the ring and fell on top of a scaly surface. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking into the eyes of a very angry Chinese Fireball.

I am totally screwed!

The dragon roared and belched out a thick shower of flames towards him, which if not for his immediate popping away, could have vaporized him off. Harry reappeared in the centre of the ring and raised both of his hands upwards. His knees had been bruised by the trashing around and were almost about to give out. By the pain of it, a couple of bones might have been broken too.

"I did not want to do this, but you left me with no choice."

He concentrated his entire magical power onto his palms as he yelled out to the heavens...

"FIENDFYRE!"


Outside the powerful barrier, the professors, the dragon-tamers and the curse breakers specially employed for the tournament were doing their best to bring the shield down. The problem was, the shield was meant to hold things in, not stop people from entering into it. The common idea was that no one in the right mind would want to go inside the barrier when there were enraged dragons inside it. The problem was- no one had anticipated such a thing to happen.

The seventh-year Ravenclaw, one Michael Warrington had been quickly stunned and arrested by the Aurors. The moment everything broke loose, it triggered the barrier and the shield rose automatically, sealing the dragons in. The organizers had never anticipated that a contestant would also be stuck inside.

Daphne had tried to curse the barrier to next-week but without any effect. The outer proximity ward and shield had broken, making it possible for her to get in. The moment she had realized it, she had been ready to jump in, and would have jumped if not for a timely stunner by Blaise who was just behind her. Daphne fell on the ground with a thud, before Blaise, Tracy and Theo picked her up. Half of the spectators had already ran away, leaving the Head of DMLE, the professors and the Headmasters and a few more people including the Champions remaining. All of them were working on one single focus in mind- deactivate the barrier without it detonating.

They watched horrified as the four dragons belched flames towards the Potter boy only to gape in shock as the boy raised up a shield very few had heard, forget having seen. Dumbledore instantly realized what it was, and could only look in awe as the sturdy shield held, saving the boy from being vaporized by the deadly flames. They saw the boy vanish away using something akin to Apparation but could not fathom what it is. One thing was clear. Harry Potter was not what he pretended to be.

The curse-breakers had almost deactivated a small narrow part of the entire barrier, making a hole large enough for Harry to make it out, but not for the dragons to break out it. They gave the signal, and Dumbledore was just going to supply some of his raw power to activate the process when the unfathomable happened.

The boy vanished again, appeared in the centre of the ring, and raised his hands upwards, crying out to the heavens. FIENDFYRE!


Harry felt his entire magical core erupt out and felt the viscous flow of magic through his nerves as his palms heated and turned blood red, the top now emanating a deep crimson sheen. With a sudden propulsion of energy, massive flames surged out of it towards the heavens. The flames looked like pillars of deadly fire, which formed convolutions and a variety of forms. Somewhere near the apex of the rising flames, a dome of fire manifested itself from which sprang out a multitude of offshoots, manifesting themselves into fiery projections of basilisks, phoenixes and dragons. The actual dragons realized the sudden turn of events and belched out more flames, trying to combat the most deadly substance in the mortal world.

It was an inexplicable vision. A rocky terrain, isolated from the rest of the world by an unnaturally powerful barrier. Inside the dome, stood four dragons at the periphery while in the center stood one fourteen-year old boy with his hands towards the heavens, as eldritch energies flowed out of his palm in rivets, surging upwards towards a much smaller dome of fire from which the ethereal fiery beasts were being manifested. The dragons belched out their own fire as Fiendfyre met dragon fire head-on producing a multitude of lights and sounds. If one could hear closely, they would have heard the dragons groan in pain as the hellfire burned their magic-resistant skin, causing them agony as they lost control of the ongoing battle. Soon, all upsurges of dragon fire ceased down as the Fiendfyre rose up for its final offensive.

"HARRY!"

He looked out of the ring to find Dumbledore yelling from the outside. "WE ARE OPENING A BREACH. APPARATE OUT." The old man yelled again as Harry nodded in answer. He closed his eyes and expanded his senses, the Fiendfyre doing a good enough job for the moment and found the tiny breach in the mammoth dome. Concentrating on the tiny fissure, he popped out, not wanting to take any chances as the humongous barrier rose again and obliterated the tiny fissure, making the dome impenetrable once again.

"Huh! That was something new!" Harry muttered to himself, as he dropped down on the ground, losing himself to unconsciousness.


Harry's eyes snapped awake. The first thing he recognized was a white circular ceiling. The walls were whitewashed and it seemed the world around him was white all over. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, he immediately closed them again, groaning. His limbs were sore, his head was pounding vigorously and everything seemed excessively bright. Opening his eyes again, he found himself in what looked to be a meadow. Confused, he tried to sit up; the pounding in his head increased making him dizzy. Clutching his head, he laid back down, squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the feeling to pass.

As he began to feel a bit normal, he opened his eyes again and took in his surroundings: the door standing at the far end as well as the way the white meadow seemed to end abruptly reminded him where he was. The other beds beside him also came into focus. With this realization, the memories of the past came back.

He blankly looked at the other side only to find striking icy blue eyes staring back at him in fear and anxiety. "Harry?" he heard her voice, it wasn't the one he had heard so many years ago. Then it struck him.

The face came into focus as he observed the raven hair, the blue eyes, and the angelic face of Daphne Greengrass peering at him, her cheeks now wet with tears flowing over them. "Harry, are you all right?"

"Yeah!" He was unable to say anything more as the girl smashed herself into him, her soft lips kissing him as if her life depended on it. Kissing her back, he slowly moved his hand to hold her. She drew back after a while, and then asked, "How are you now?"

"A bit better." Harry grinned, making her grin in return. "I am sorry. You were right, I was wrong. I got carried away by my arrogance and got beaten down by hubris." Daphne looked understandably at him and kissed him again, making a shit-eating grin form on his face.

"You know, for someone so cold and stoic like the Ice Queen, you are being quite an extrovert when it comes to showing your affections." Daphne scowled and hit him softly on the shoulder, before smiling. "I blame you."

"Of course."

"How long was I out?"

"Four hours."

"Back off lovebirds!" Madam Pomfrey's voice ascended from the background. Daphne blushed and looked embarrassed as she backed away, leaving him to Pomfrey's admonitions. "And you Potter," Pomfrey began, "you just can't stay away from the Hospital wing, can you?"

"Madam Pomfrey, you have to agree. It wasn't my fault this time." Harry returned, portraying the expression of a very sorry pupil. Poppy rolled her eyes as she muttered... "First trolls, then three-headed dogs, then Dementors and now dragons. What are they going to bring next?" Harry smirked as he laid back on the bed, allowing the mediwitch to administer her medicines and check his health.

"Your magic is now normal. You overused quite a lot of your magic resulting in exhaustion. You are forbidden to use magic for the day. Understood?"

Harry gulped and nodded. "Yes, Madam Pomfrey." Dark lord he may be, but the mediwitch had this thing in her tone that always scared the crap out of him.


The couple retired themselves back in the Room of Requirement. The Room had created a comfortable bed for him to rest while she sat beside him, circling his arm with her thumb. For some reason, Harry found it immensely comforting.

"What were you saying about hubris, there in the Hospital wing?" Daphne asked suddenly. Harry turned over towards her and held her hand tightly. "I was the most powerful wizard for too long, Daph. The inferno Corp. was powerful, but was because of their technology. Magically, their numbers and fighters were average at the most. Moreover, after I receded away for almost a year, studying and preparing myself for the inevitable battle, I gained a lot of knowledge and skill. When I surfaced, I single-handedly destroyed most contingents. That was when the Inferno Corp. began to work in 'hit-and run' tactics, busying me elsewhere while trying to kill my supporters. I guess I grew arrogant since there was no real witch or wizard to challenge me. When I came back here, I was able to easily kill the death eaters at the World Cup, something that I could never have managed in my early years."

Daphne nodded. "My father cast my uncle out of the family when he decided to join the dark lord's army. He and father had a fierce battle, which ended with the death of my grandfather. My father became the new Head of the family and cast my uncle out after that."

"That is why you were so carefree about me killing him."

Daphne looked at him with something like steel in her eyes. "He killed my grandfather. He deserved to die. Father was beyond happy that someone had avenged Grandpa's death." She looked at him sharply. "I was so afraid when you were alone facing the dragons. I thought—I thought you were going to die." She hugged him once again, as if fearing for her own life.

Harry hugged her back. The warm feeling that exuded by holding her seemed right. Perhaps it was because he had held a woman this close after ages. Perhaps it was because he finally had someone else in his life. Perhaps this was because he once again had someone to live up for in his life.

"Daph..."

"Shhh... don't say anything." She kept on hugging him tightly. Harry smiled, as his hands tightened around her. The couple just lay there, silent as their feelings saturated the room. All of a sudden, a flash of fire distracted them, and they sat up. Fawkes had arrived and was circling over their heads, a tiny parchment stuck to her claws.

"Sometimes I really hate the old man's timing." Harry muttered as Daphne smirked at him. He grabbed the parchment off and read it. It was a missive from the old man, asking him to meet with him in his office. Daphne looked at the letter and remarked. "I will go with you."

"You sure?"

Daphne nodded in affirmation.


The pair reached the Headmaster's office and stood in front of the gargoyle. "Cockroach cluster." Harry stated amusedly, as the gargoyle jumped away, allowing them access to the circular staircase behind it. The headmaster and his obsession with sweets, Harry mused with amusement.

"Ah, come in Harry, Miss Greengrass." Dumbledore called out, as the duo reached closer to the main office door. Opening it, the pair walked into the circular room as the Headmaster offered them seats. "How are you, Harry?"

"I have been better." Harry shrugged, "was there anything you wanted to talk about, sir?"

Dumbledore crossed his hands and rested his chin on his fingers. "Indeed I did, but what I wanted to talk about is quite... private. Miss Greengrass being here-"

"She stays. I trust her." Harry deadpanned, ending the argument. Daphne slid her hand into his and held it tightly. Dumbledore mused for a moment before answering. "Very well. I wanted to talk about your performance during the Task."

"The very task in which I had to face four dragons instead of one, right after I face my own dragon?" Harry inquired, making Dumbledore wince. Clearly, the boy was quite angry at the whole affair. "Yes and my apologies for having to deal with that inconvenience."

Daphne almost snorted. Only Dumbledore would call such a life-threatening incident as an 'inconvenience'. She spoke up, unable to help herself. "No offence Professor, but it wasn't just a. 'inconvenience', as you pointed it out. In fact, it was a very potent threat upon his life."

"Indeed, Indeed, and I am quite sorry. However, what I wanted to know is how you managed to display such powerful magic during the task. As far as I know, you are not taught how to summon Fiendfyre in your syllabus. In fact, I can pretty much assure you that anything beyond the mere concept of Fiendfyre is not even in the school library.

"Not even in the restricted section?" Daphne almost sneered.

"Not even in the restricted section. Then again, it wasn't the only peculiar display out there yesterday. You cast an ancient elemental spell, almost unseen and unheard and cast it near perfection. I have never even heard anyone cast such a powerful spell on a dragon of all things and subdue it properly. In fact, I assure you I myself have never heard of the spell."

Harry felt the shock plastered on Daphne's face as she turned towards him. He felt Dumbledore's passive Legilimency briefly trying to scan his mindscape.

"Anything else, Headmaster?"

"Yes. I would also like to know how you managed to apparate when the dragons attacked you. Knowing that the anti-Apparation wards of Hogwarts were not triggered by any means, I believe we can safely assume that what you did was not Apparation."

Harry did not reply.

Dumbledore sat up straight. "You know Harry, if not for the wards outside the office identifying you by blood and magic as Harry Potter, I would have thought that you are not Harry Potter at all. So that brings us to the main question." Dumbledore looked sharply at him, his blue eyes focusing on the young man sitting opposite him. "How did you manage to learn such arcane magic?"

Harry weighed the situation. The fact that Dumbledore had questions about his knowledge was expected; what was not however, was his statement about the wards of the office. If what Dumbledore said were true, then...

"I would like a question of mine answered honestly Headmaster, and I would like an oath to know that it is true."

Dumbledore considered it. "What kind of question."

Harry sat up straight on the table. "The Champions of the Triwizard are legible to use any form of magic to battle the tasks. I am an emancipated head of my family. In the legal court, any kind of question on my knowledge of magic can be passed off as family magic. I assume you already know it."

Dumbledore looked at him sharply, not saying anything.

"That said, there is no legal way in which you are allowed to inquire about my knowledge of magic, and yet, here we are. I can tell you my source, if you answer one simple question, of course, followed by an oath to justify the truth.

Dumbledore weighed the situation thoroughly. The boy's facts were cold and quite an outrage, but that did not make them any less true. "Very well. I swear on my magic that I will answer your next question truthfully, to the best of my knowledge."

Very Slytherin, Headmaster. Very Slytherin.

Harry smirked. "You said that you knew that I was Harry Potter by magic and blood because the wards told you that. When did you install such wards and where are they located?"

Dumbledore looked confused. "I do not understand how-"

"Please just answer the question, Headmaster. You just swore an oath." Harry returned heatedly. Dumbledore decided to let the issue off and answered. "The wards are in front of my office door and expand ten meters outward from there. It covers my entire office. I installed them two days after your name came out of the Triwizard Tournament."

Hmm... Perhaps that is something the Dumbledore of my world had not done. Else, he would have known that Moody was an imposter.

"Thank you, Headmaster."

"Now, my answer if you will." Dumbledore urged. Harry smirked and swore, "I swear on my magic that the arcane magic that I, Harry James Potter learnt and demonstrated at the first task of the Triwizard tournament was learnt from the hidden archives in the Chamber of Secrets."

Daphne caught the wording and smirked inwardly. This was what she absolutely loved about Potter. He might have been a Gryffindor, but that did not deter him from being the consummate Slytherin where it mattered. He had answered Dumbledore's question truthfully while limiting the answer to exactly how much was necessary. It was just perfect, neither overdone nor underdone.

"I see... I did not think you would want to return back to the Chamber, after the incident of your second year."

"Oh I did not, Headmaster. In fact, the only time I returned there was after I returned to school this very year." Harry smirked internally. It was true. While he had come back and fused with his younger self in the third year, he had not entered the Chamber until October. He continued, "-and I have quite solid reasons for going back there."

"May I ask what those reasons are?"

"You may."

Dumbledore waited for a moment, before the literal meaning of Harry's answer hit him. "Oh, what is the reason behind going there?"

Harry looked at him amused and answered, "To visit my inheritance." His right fist was still on the table and he gave a pointed look at the Headmaster, willing him to look at his fist. A large signet ring with a green capstone with a basilisk engraved on it materialized on his finger.

"The-Slytherin lord—ship!" Dumbledore stammered uncharacteristically. "You are the heir of Slytherin?"

"No Headmaster, I am the true lord of Slytherin now. And as Lord Slytherin and one-fourth owner of the lands and properties of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I want to invoke the treaty of Diagon."

Dumbledore blanched. He had heard of the treaty, It was the one made by the four founders and he object was to make sure that the sitting Headmaster did not do anything to injure their person or family in return of relinquishing their control over Hogwarts' land and properties. By invoking the treaty, Harry had made himself nigh untouchable as far as Dumbledore was concerned. The air felt saturated with magic as the ancient power took effect, binding the Headmaster as per as the laws of the ancient edifice.

"Was that really necessary, Harry? I do not have any wish to harm your person anyway." Dumbledore returned sadly. Harry simply sat up with a poker face. "That may be, Headmaster, but as Lord Slytherin, I prefer to be precautious than suffer later. It goes without saying that you cannot reveal my status as Lord Slytherin until I do it myself, Headmaster."

Dumbledore could not help but nod. The young man had just played him in his own game.

Very well done, Harry.

"Now that we are settled, Headmaster. I believe I have a concern. A concern raised by a student to his Headmaster."

Dumbledore sat up interested. "I am all ears."


### Annnnnnd finally done! I had written some 2000 words and then suddenly lost the muse midway. A couple of hours ago, it returned back again after all this time ,and I am back. Well hopefully that was a good chapter and you all enjoyed it. Please review.

Now I will use this moment to answer some more of the questions posed to me in reviews.

# Is Harry an animagus? Duh! In the very first chapter, he transformed into a golden eagle.

# Did Harry laugh at Daphne's monologue because it was nearly similar to Harry's own in GOF? Umm.. maybe OR MAYBE NOT. We will just think that Harry's monologue never happened during the GOF.

# Wasn't Daphne's Legilimency against détente? No. The détente agreement simply says that they cannot cause harm to each other's person and cannot oppose each other in situations where it mattered. Else the Wizarding world would simply be full of people having détente with each other, and there would be no violence. BAM! Old man Dumbledore would be so proud!

# Am I going to start any more? Not really. I am thinking of starting my own story while continuing with these stories. if it is any worth, I believe Resurgence will be the first of my stories to be finished.

# That was very abrupt? Well maybe. But you have to consider it from Harry's situation. harry is both a man in his late thirties as well as a 14-year old boy. When the two souls merged, the resultant is the Harry we see. A fusion between a trigger-happy Dark lord (as seen in the earlier chapters) and a 14-year old boy who never had anyone to call his own. The older man had lost the only woman he had loved and yet found the same woman to become something different. And then there is Daphne, and that brings a lot of flubberworms to the point. I hope you get my point.

(to be observed) Yes, harry is now with Daphne but it doesn't mean that he has forgotten Fleur. He still holds feelings for her (demonstrated by at least 2 incidents in this chapter alone.)