Objection! Part 2

Confrontations

Harry, Hermione and Ron had boarded the train and enjoyed themselves as it sped off towards Hogwarts. They had chosen a compartment with the new teacher, a ragged looking man named 'Remus Lupin', if his suitcase was to be believed.

They spoke softly but had kept themselves entertained. Mostly, Ron was demonstrating what he thought Dumbledore's face would look like when Harry confronted him. The faces Ron made kept getting more and more ridiculous. That was, until a certain blond boy interrupted them.

"Hey Scarhead."

"Hey Malfoy." Harry said pleasantly as he got a wicked thought.

He fingered the Magatama in his pocket.

"What no irritation Potty?" Malfoy sneered.

"Why should I be? After all you're inept right?" Harry replied smirking.

Malfoy shrugged; as if deciding to mock Harry's companion's first and then returning to the leader.

"Why do you sit with such trash Potter? A mudblood no less."

"Interesting Draco." Harry said.

"What?"

"You immediately targeted Hermione."

"So?" Draco spat.

"You must be jealous of her."

Chains wrapped around Draco and several Psyche-Locks began to appear. With an evil internal smirk Harry activated the Magatama.

"So, Draco. You're jealous of Hermione aren't you?"

"Why would I be jealous of a filthy little mudblood?" Draco retorted.

"Your own father compares her to you, and you don't measure up to her." Harry smirked.

"How'd...?" Draco bit off.

At his confession a Psyche-Lock shattered.

"I saw you and your dear ol' daddy in Borgin in Burkes before second year." Harry replied before he spoke again.

"Now, that alone isn't my only proof that you are jealous of her."

"Wha...?" Draco stuttered.

"Who always makes you look pathetic? Hermione, naturally. From what I've gathered, the only grade that you can compete against her with is your potions grade, and the teacher automatically gives you an O anyway. Even with this huge asset you still don't hold a candle to her grade."

"What? But Professor Snape always!" Draco cut himself off as he realized what he was going to say.

"Makes your grade better." Harry finished his thought smugly.

The next lock shattered.

"You should just admit it Malfoy before I make you look any worse to your lackeys." Harry suggested.

Surprisingly the last three locks shattered and a defeated Malfoy admitted his jealousy.

"Thank you very much Mr. Malfoy. That will be all. Although if I was a teacher I'd grant you points for having the strength to admit your failings." Harry said as he shooed the three of them out the door.

"That was wicked!" Ron said in an awed whisper.

Harry and Hermione shared a look and grinned at each other.

"Take that!" Harry said before he sat next to Hermione and kissed her.

A little while later the Dementors boarded, knocked Harry out for a time, and were dispersed by the wand of Remus Lupin. Once they had reached the castle Harry, and Hermione were called off to the side, Harry to ensure that he was ok, and Hermione for some purpose that Harry didn't divine immediately.

Instead of being able to go down to the feast the two of them were given a banquet of their own in the office.

"So, Hermione, what did our Head of House give you?" Harry asked as he took a bite from a chunk of Turkey.

"I can't tell you." She replied as over twenty Psyche-Locks appeared.

"That's a pretty important secret." Harry noted.

"The Psyche-Locks?" Hermione questioned.

Harry nodded.

"Please don't pry it out from me Harry, I just ask you to trust me on this." Hermione pleaded.

"I have no intentions to ever use it on you again anyway." Harry replied.

"Thank you." Hermione said in obvious relief as she leaned against Harry.

Harry smiled lightly as he held his girlfriend in his arms.

Several days had passed and Harry had been unable to confront Dumbledore and he had yet to encounter Snape. Draco; thankfully was avoiding him because of his newfound powers and didn't want to be further humiliated.

Finally the day came where the Gryffindors and Slytherins were to have the most incredible class of all...Potions.

Snape swept in in a terrible mood, Neville's Boggart had already became very famous gossip in the halls of Hogwarts and a dress wearing Snape made the potions master very, very frustrated.

So when the torture-er, class ended Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked up to Snape.

"What do you want Potter?" Snape growled.

"Not much Professor, I just wanted to ask you a couple questions is all." Harry said innocently.

Malfoy whom had stayed behind to see what Harry was doing; paled and fled the room.

Half an hour and ten questions later Harry led his friends away from their defeated potions master.

"That was wicked! Beyond Wicked!" Ron cooed.

Hermione on the other hand was looking at Harry in concern.

"What's wrong Harry?" She asked.

"I made mistakes in there." Harry admitted.

Internally Harry was aching, and his body was shaking from the damage gained from his mistakes.

At the end of his questioning Harry had heard a voice warning him.

"Harry should you press any further your soul will shatter. Back off, calm down, and try again later." The voice had warned.

Harry had heeded the advice and ended the session right then and there. Nevertheless he had learned many things about Snape.

1: Snape loved his mother.

Harry shuddered at that thought.

2: Snape was loyal to Dumbledore.

3: Snape was the reason for the death's of his parents.

He would pay for that Harry had vowed.

4: Snape both wanted to see Harry dead, and strangely at the same time, live.

5: Snape was one sick nutcase.

It was that night that Dumbledore had called Harry into his office.

"Yes Headmaster?" Harry had asked.

"I understand that you and Professor Snape had a conflict after class today. Is this correct?"

"No professor, I merely asked him a few questions." Harry replied.

Harry wanted so badly to use the Magatama on the headmaster right then and there but, his soul was still exhausted.

"I see. Harry, m'boy you need to be respectful when you ask Professor Snape a question."

"I show the same amount of respect that I am given." Harry said neutrally.

"He is your professor and you will show him respect." Dumbledore said.

"I see no reason to respect him. Sure he is good a potions, but I will not respect such a petty, and disgusting excuse for a man. He shows no respect for anyone. There is no need to respect something like that." Harry bit out.

"Detention Mr. Potter."

"Fine, can I go now?" Harry growled.

"Very well Mr. Potter, although I will have to take 10 Points off of Gryffindor for disrespect towards me."

"Whatever." Harry said as he walked out of Dumbledore's office.

Ok...it looks like this gives you a few more ideas what you can expect from Objection should I make it a full fic. This would happen several chapters in and over several chapters. (With changes here and there.) But it gives you an idea what to expect.

Oh, PW, AJ players can probably point out the one phrase I added from the games in this.

Enjoy!