A/N OMG 100 Followers! 50 Favs! I broke my record with Lord Destiny! Thank you for reading, and enjoying this story.
Warning, Character singing COUNTRY! But good news, this ain't Broadway. No offense
Harry woke up early. He always does. It was a habit he picked up in Tibet, which thrived working for the FBI. As he entered the common room, he noticed nobody was awake. Grabbing some newspaper, which he got fresh everyday from Washington, he made his way to the Great Hall.
He was the only one there, with Professor McGonegal and Professor Flitwick.
"Good Morning," called out Harry, to the Professors. By the looks they gave him, they did not expect someone to be awake so early.
"Do you mind if I play music?" he asked, magically expanding his CD player. Luckily he had his CD's with him from the future, and the CD player worked entirely on magic. At least he did not have to wait a decade for the songs to come out.
"Sure," answered Professor Flitwick, curious of the CD player and the music.
Grabbing a mug of coffee that appeared from nowhere, bless those house elves, he sipped it while placing in the CD. The CD was one of his favorite playing a lot of Country. Instantly the mix of rock and country, was heard throughout the room. However the music had a twist, he magically changed the lyrics
Roll into town, step of the Bus,
shake of the where you came of bus-
At this point the professors began to listen to the lyrics intensly, and more professor and students entered. At this point Harry was also singing.
Grab your guitar, walk down the street
Signs says Nashville Tennessee,
But I have found,
It's a Crazy Town filled with neon dreams,
Everybody plays, Everybody kills,
Hollywood with touch of twang
To be a star you gotta kill kill kill,
Bend those strings 'till the hank comes off,
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout,
We love it we hate it,
We all just trying to make it,
In this Crazy Town-
Harry noticed that the hall was filled. Many were listening to him curiously, Hermione listening to the music curiously. Some Slytherin, especially Malfoy had a sneer on their faces after noticing it was muggle. Among the teachers Professor Snape's face was filled with loathing, while Dumbledore observed quietly.
Pay your dues and you play for free,
And you pray for a honky tonk destiny
You cut your teeth in the smokey bar,
And you live off the tips from a pickle jar,
'till you find a coll new sound and you smile,
When the Record Man Shoots you down-
From the looks of many people it looks like they're enjoying country.
One year they repossess your truck,
And the next Year you make a million Bucks!
-We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it,
In this Crazy Town.
When Harry was done, many students broke into a round of applause. He bowed in thanks of their compliment.
"This fellows," Harry told the listeners, after stopping the CD player" is a special kind of music found in the South of the US. It's called country. Very, unusual among the muggles. I know that other cultures have it too, but I find it special. To anyone who was offended, I am sorry, but I was raised with the ideal of freedom of speech, except Racial Slurs." At that Harry was pointing to Malfoy.
"Now enjoy your breakfast, I want to read my newspaper." Everybody thankfully went back to their own business, except for his new, friends, or allies according to Daphne, were still curious, which was really not unpleasant.
"What are you reading?," asked Hermione looking at the paper, while eating some eggs," definitively not the Daily Prophet."
"This here, is the Washington Post. Keeping up with the politics," answered Harry, while sipping from his coffee, which was rather good, right temperature, french roast, with just the right amount of milk and sugar.
"Good Morning," said Tracy as she was rubbing her eyes. "How long have you been here?"
"First one here," responded Harry, munching on some sausages links. Tracy took a seat next to Daphne.
"You missed some awesome, yet weird music," added Susan, softly singing the lyrics to yourself.
"Awww, can anyone hand me some bacon?" asked Tracy as she started to fill her plate.
"You better eat fast, the pig has arrived," commented Hermione as she gave Tracy a plate of bacon.
True enough Ron Weasley, with no absolute manners, started to vacuum and cram food in his mouth. It was disgusting! Even worse it seemed like Ron, purposely sat in in front of their view, right where Harry's group can see them.
"Look," pointed out Padma, popping out from nowhere," It's Professor Flitwick with the schedule. Sure enough, the tiny Professor was giving each student, a piece of paper.
"Nice singing," praised Professor Flitwick as he gave Harry his schedule," I have never heard that kind of music before, but it is rather interesting."
Harry smiled in thanks. "I thought you'll end up in Gryffindor like your parents. But I am very happy to have you in my house.
"Oh before I forget," added Professor Flitwick," the Headmaster requests that you visit his office after breakfast."
There it was. Dumbledore beginning to sink his never ending nose in other people's business.
"What for?" asked Harry suspiciously.
"I do not know." Replied Mr. Flitwick. Harry sighed and thanked him, after giving directions to the Headmasters office. Once they were all done eating Harry left and made his way to the office.
"Sugar Roaches," guessed Harry, to which the Gargoyle allowed him to enter. Dumbledore and his obsession about sweets, groaned Harry to himself as he made his way up the stairs. He opened the door to find Dumbledore sitting on his chair.
"Ah, good Morning . How are you?"
"I am good," answered Harry as he sat down on a chair.
"Lemon Pop?" offered Dumbledore, pointing to a tray full of sweets, most likely filled with truth and loyalty potions.
"No thank you, never had a graving for sweets."
"Curious music, you played on your device. What is the device and the music called?"
"I played Country Music on a muggle CD player that runs on magic instead of electricity," said Harry, when he felt an attack on his mental barrier. 'So soon," thought Harry to himself.
"Why are you trying to get access to my mind?" asked Harry murderously, which almost caused Dumbledore to flinch. "Legimency on a child is illegal. So, why are you doing it? Couldn't you just have asked me a question?"
"Very well. I used Legimency to know where you were the last 5 years. You disappeared, with every sign pointing to a death eater attack that left your relatives," explained Dumbledore. "I just wanted to know you were in good hands." Ironic Words, for someone who put a child into a hellhole in the first place.
Dumbledores words started a weird reaction with Harry. At first he chuckled at the sentence, which escalated into full-blown hysterical laughter.
"I was in a great place. I stayed with my mother's family, somewhere in the other side of the globe. You do not have to worry, my home is quite safe."
"Good. However as your Magical Guardian I have to tell you that you have to return to England, and stay with another family, for your own protection of course," said Dumbledore, with full grandfather-twinkle.
In response Harry showed him the Potter ring. "Why do I have to move from my home, when I am already safe there instead of here. And you cannot tell me what to do because 1. I am emancipated, and Lord of an Ancient and Noble House, and 2. I have to watch over my cousins, since I am their proxy until they reach their majority to claim their house and seats."
"You cannot be serious. You are merely a child. I have to reverse the emancipation for your own good. You should perhaps wait for your own majority."
While Dumbledore seemed concerned, inside he was furious. 'How dare does the boy question him and threaten the greater good?
"You can try. But you will fail," predicted Harry as he leaned forward before continuing," If you do so you will create a firestorm not only in the Wizengamot bit in the ICW. You may be Chief Warlock, and Supreme Mugwump, but I am a political animal. I have the support of 5 different countries, and in Britain, threaten me, and you threaten 13 different houses, all loyal to me. I do not appreciate what you are doing. Good day Headmaster."
With that he excused himself as he walked away, leaving behind a stunned Dumbledore
"How was it?" asked Bec, when he sat down next to her in History of Magic.
"Good" Bec yawned as Professor Binns continued to drone on about Goblin Rebellions, no noteworthy history. Nobody was actually paying attention, except Hermione who was furiously scribbling down notes. Harry smiled as at that, it's good to see that after so long.
"We have to take our own notes," grumbled Bec, as she almost fell asleep. Harry took a look at his watch. 13 minutes to go.
"Did you learn anything?" asked Daphne as she delicately ate a sausage, after stealing it from Harry's private stash in the common room. "I just fell asleep. And Harry, why were you missing half of the class?"
Harry gulped down a piece of chicken. "Dumbledore wanted to interrogate me about where I was the last couple of years."
"So where were you?" asked Hannah with a grin "After everything you still haven't answered the question."
That was when Artemis decided to join the conversation. "He stayed with us in the US. We had a hell of a time in Nashville."
"Do you remember Mr. Higgs?" recalled Bec, to which Artemis and Harry roared.
"Oh, the good old days," commented Harry with a grin as everyone started to stare at them.
"What to we have next?" asked Harry, as he was writing a letter to Karen.
"Potions, with the Hufflepuffs," answered Hermione reading of the schedule.
Harry banged his head on the table. "I wish we had him tomorrow, not on the first day."
"What's wrong with Snape?" asked Padma.
"He is notoriously prejudiced, and his relationship with my dad is going to screwed me over," moaned Harry as he was covering his eyes. That childish man that could use shampoo had a mean streak against him. "Why?"
As usual he barged in closing the windows, and going on a weird rant about Potions, and doing his roll call. He stopped at his name.
"Ah, yes," he said softly," Mr. Potter our new-celebrity."
He went on Potions Rant Part 2, which was rather gruesome and boring at the same time.
"Potter", said Snape suddenly." What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry remained quit for a little bit before grinning. "The Draught of Living Death, Sir."
Snape was puzzled that he knew the answer. Although it's unfair singling him out and asking him a 3rd year question.
"What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"
"None," answered Harry, observing him quietly," or it could just be called Aconite."
"Potter, where would you look if I told you to find a bozoar?" asked Snape for the third time.
"I would look for a stone in the stomach of a goat, or I would-" He stopped and placed his hand in a pocket dropping a bozoar on the table. "-Get it from my pocket, or in my shoe-" picking up his shoe and placing another bozoar on the table. "-Or from my stomach." Finished Harry as he coughed up a stone.
The look on Snape's face was priceless. "Or I could just simply look through your cabinet," added Harry pointing towards the potion supplies.
Snape recovering his wits was red in fury. Obviously he wanted Harry to be humiliated, and Harry handed Snape the Short stick.
"5 points from Ravenclaw, for your cheek," roared Snape, which resulted both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to complain in protest.
"On what grounds," challenged Harry. Bec and Artemis recognized his look and stance and started to snicker towards each other. Snape was screwed.
"I answered your question to the letter," explained Harry, one eye slowly turning red. "I not only answered them, but you asked me questions that shouldn't even be in the 1st year curriculum. Plus you refused to acknowledge a student who held her hand up the entire time," Said Harry pointing to Hermione who did hold her hand up for the 3 questions.
"Another 5 points from Ravenclaw, and a Detention with you," responded Snape, aggravated that Potter not only kept his cool, but gave good responses.
"You cannot do that," replied Harry," under Hogwarts rule 517, Section E, a student can take unfair punishment to the head of house and Headmaster, to rectify if there is no justified reasoning for the point deduction and detention."
"We do not have time for that." Said Snape, growing irritated by the minute," just accept your punishment."
"Which I will refuse."
"Arrogant just like your f-" ranted Snape before being cut short by Harry.
"We will take it to the my Head of House and Headmaster, Professor Snape. And one I don't even know my father, and I couldn't possibly be exactly like him," commented Harry angrily," I am my person.
"Fine," replied Snape, as he started to leave. "Let's take it to the Headmaster then."
"Mr. Potter, Professor Snape, what do I have the pleasure of seeing you both?" asked Dumbledore as both made their way.
"Potter refused to accept his punishment." Whined Snape to Dumbledore.
"Well Mr. Potter it seems like you have to acce-" Dumbledore was interrupted when Professor Flitwick entered the room.
"Mr. Potter asked me to attend since it's a discussion between the Head of House, the Headmaster, and the involving teacher." explained Professor Flitwick. 'What seems to be the problem Mr. Potter?"
"The problem seems to be, that not only did Snape lie to the Headmaster to deny the fact he dedicted 10 points from Ravenclaw, and a detention for answering questions correctly that weren't on the 1st year curriculum," explained Harry, giving his side of the story. "Plus the entire Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff can testify in my behalf." added Harry with a smirk.
"That doesn't seem necessary," said Dumbledore with his usual "Grandfather" tone.
"I can always give you my memory." Said Harry, trying to end it quickly.
"Well, you should have accepted your punishment, Professor Snape is the teacher after all. I will drop the Detention but keep the point deduction."
"What," shrieked Harry outraged. Dumbledore must still be pissed about earlier.
"And I will give Harry 50 points," said Professor Flitwick, enraged at the verdict," for keeping his cool under unfair circumstances, answering advanced questions correctly, and to take it to the higher power." To prove a point and drive the stake home he added:"And 10 more points for acting like a Ravenclaw."
"Well, since we're done, we should go to the Great Hall, it's lunch after all."
"Congratulations, for losing us 10 points, retrieving them, and earning us another 50 points," commented Tracy with a smile as she was eating her lunch.
"Thank you I appreciate it."
"Hey Potter!" screamed out Malfoy," couldn't handle a teacher on your own, had to make someone fight your battles. Pathetic!"
"At least my actions earned my house points, and got me out of a detention" replied Harry coolly, not wanting to deal with this right now. "At least I can fight my own battles. Every time something goes down the gutter you go back to your daddy.
"How dare you," screamed Malfoy, obviously loosing the battle of words," If my father-"
"And Mr. Malfoy just proved me right," Commented Harry, cutting of Draco," barely 2 sentences and already using your own daddy. Tell me, as a slytherin, ought you have a great scheme and not barrage me with words like a Gryffindor."
"How dare you. At least I am a pureblood and heir to a noteworthy house unlike yours that was tainted after you father married that Mudblood!" Said Draco, in which many Ravens, Gryffindors, and Hufflepuffs gasped.
"You made two mistakes," drawled Harry, his face darkened with rage," Not only did the scion of a Noble House offend the Lord of an Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, which is now one of the most wealthiest Houses, one which commands more Wizengamot seats, money, influence, and power, and can claim their lineage back Pre-Caesar, unlike yours that moved in this country after escaping the French Revolution, and two saying the word Mudblood."
"Not only that I am proxy for my cousins Wizengamot chairs until they reach their majority, which means I can block very single legislature brought up by your father," added Harry, in which every pureblood started to pay attention.
"Now I have to make a rather urgent call," said Harry dismissing Draco as he grabbed a telephone from nowhere.
Everybody's POV
"What is the status of the Legislative?" asked Harry on the Phone.
After a pause he began to scream at the Telephone. "What do you mean, the Legislative is going to be passed. Can't you stop it? Have someone Filibuster it, you cannot allow that Bill made into Law. Seriously, you can't do that. I don't care that your balls are hanging on a needle, just stop the bill. Get the President if you wish. You want me to Filibuster? When, what time? Aha, that seems to be a good time, Goodbye." With that he slammed the phone shut.
"Sorry about that," apologized Harry," got business to take care of." With a snap he disappeared, on his way to filibuster a bill for 3 days. Good Luck.
A/N Yeah, I broke my curse. (Inability to post more than 5 chapters.)
Song is Crazy Town by Jason Aldean
And Filibustering is when in the United States Senate rants on to stop the voting on a bill. In the US it can get ridiculous. But it will be important in 5-10 chapters.
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