Harry stormed through the halls of Hogwarts. His mind was still reeling from what he saw earlier.
"(What do you plan on doing?)" Tom asked Harry, his rage barely contained as well.
"(I'm going to track down the ones responsible for this)," Harry answered, standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherins commons. He quickly pulled out his dragon wand before aiming it at the wall.
"Reducto," Harry growled. Suddenly, the wall was blown apart. Dust filled the entire area as many students started running downstairs. The dust settled to reveal Harry behind an annihilated wall with several students on the floor, bleeding and bruised.
"What are you doing, Potter?" Draco demanded to know.
"Did you do it?" Harry growled, ignoring Draco's question and lifting up his wand.
"Do what?" Draco responded, some fear evident on his face.
"Did you harm Eileen?" Harry clarified, his wand still up.
"Do you mean Eileen Potter?" Draco responded. "Are you mad? Only a fool would dare harm a Potter in Hogwarts."
"I'm not sure about that. I tracked magical energy from the crime scene here. You are the most likely suspect especially after your threat this morning," Harry told Draco. Draco then smirked. Harry, surprised by Draco's smirk, turned his head to see all of the Slytherins with her wands aimed at him.
"This was a trap," Harry realized, looking back at a sneering Draco.
"Of course, it was a trap. What Slytherin wouldn't miss the chance to teach the filthy Potter family a lesson," Draco continued to sneer as he brought out his wand. Harry heard footsteps and saw all of the Slytherins circling him.
"(You're in trouble)," Tom said.
"/ What's going on? /" Helga asked in a sleepy voice.
"/ We're going to fight. This bastard beat up Eileen /" Harry answered, tensing his body. Immediately, Helga got into a pouncing position on Harry's head.
"(Get ready, Tom)," Harry said before feeling Tom loosen his grip around Harry's arm.
"Potter, we shall show you the strength of the Slytherins," Draco said. "ATTACK."
"LUMOS MAXIMUS," Harry shouted, channeling all his magic into his wand. A bright light illuminated the room, blinding all of the Slytherins. Screams of pain could be heard before the light disappeared. Draco was amazed to see multiple Slytherins on the ground, cradling their arms or covering their faces. Fresh blood coated parts of the floor. Everyone in the room were terrified to see all the bodies, but no Harry.
"Where is he?" Draco said, looking around. A cold sweat started to coat his skin as the Slytherins started looking around for Harry with their wands at the ready.
"AHHHHHH," a Slytherin screamed. Everyone whipped their heads around. Their eyes widened in fear as the Slytherin was dragged away to a dark part of the room.
"FIRE THERE," Draco panicked before aiming his wand. Broken from their trance, the other Slytherins started firing spells at the area where the Slytherin was dragged off to. Then, there was silence. The tension enveloped the entire room as they waited for something to happen. Then, they heard a high-pitch scream. Inside the room, a dog would faint from the amount of fear being excreted. Mouths went dry as sweat palms gripped wands.
"Where is he?" everyone thought as they looked around.
"Looking for me?" they heard. They whipped around, aiming at the source of the voice. They saw Harry lazily chucking something in the air.
"I have a gift for you," Harry continued before chucking the thing. One of the unfortunate Slytherins caught the thing. She creamed as she saw it was a fresh human arm.
"Courtesy of your friend that you just heard," Harry said in an abnormally calm voice. "You guys can suffer the same fate as him."
"F-F-FIRE," Draco screamed in fear.
"Expulso," Harry chanted faster, The floor in the middle of the room exploded, sending most of the Slytherins flying. Draco was among this group and crashed head-first into a wall.
"Hnnnn," Draco groaned before he felt something wet on his forehead. He moved his hand to touch his forehead. He looked at his hand.
"Ah. Ah. AHHHHH," Draco screamed as he saw his blood on his hand. He looked up to see Harry grabbing someone's face while firing off a spell at someone else. He watched in fear as Harry then smashed the person's head into the ground. He pinned the person onto the ground before aiming his wand at the person. Suddenly, a spell hit Harry knocking the wand out of his hand. Harry looked up to see two spells flying towards him. He lifted the person up, making him take the brunt of the spells before chucking the person away. He smirked as he saw the two Slytherins being handled by Tom and Helga. He pulled out his phoenix wand before aiming it at the dragon wand.
"Accio Wand," Harry said, making the wand fly back to his right hand. He then felt magical energy behind him. He turned around to see four Slytherins aim their wands at him.
"Impedimenta," they shouted. Harry swiped his left hand up, making a magic shield. It blocked the spells. Harry then canceled his spell. He shot out four spells out of his wand. Each spell hit the Slytherins, sending them flying. Harry then jumped to the left dodging a spell before firing back. The Slytherin was sent flying, crashing into another. Harry took a deep breath. Suddenly, large arms wrapped around his neck. Harry could feel his airways being cut off.
"Magic won't work on you, then brute strength will," Harry heard, recognizing the voice to be Goyle, one of Draco's minions. TO Harry's surprise, Goyle was strong, stopping him from breaking out of the headlock. From the lack of oxygen, Harry's head started going numb. He felt his hands go limp as he dropped his wands.
"AHHHH," Goyle suddenly screamed in pain, releasing Harry. Harry gasped before coughing. Seeing his opportunity, he swung his fist around, socking Goyle right across the face. When Goyle didn't go down, Harry started to repeatedly punch Goyle. Right and left, Harry's fists came, smashing Goyle's face. Harry then elbowed Goyle's face, knocking him out. Harry took a deep breath before seeing Tom and Helga next to Goyle's unconscious body.
"(Thanks). / Thanks /," Harry said.
"(No problem). / Be more careful /," Tom and Helga responded before they pounced on their next victims. Harry quickly picked up his wands, firing off spells. Soon, the three of them quickly took care of the Slytherins. Harry surveyed the unconscious bodies and noticed something.
"Where's Malfoy?" Harry frowned in anger.
"/ I have that Malfoy's scent /" Helga told Harry.
"/ Good, lead me to him /" Harry responded. Tom slid up Harry's leg while Helga jumped onto Harry's head. They left the room leaving behind the unconscious bodies of the entire Year 4 Slytherins. Helga lead him to a corridor a good distance away from the Slytherin commons. He saw Draco walking away, terrified. Harry smirked when he saw this. He lifted his dragon wand.
"Petrificus Totalus," Harry said. A spell flew out of Harry's wand, hitting Draco right on the back. Draco was immediately frozen in place.
"Thought you could get away from me?" Harry asked as he walked right in front of Draco. He couldn't help, but smile as he saw the fear in Draco's eyes.
"If I remember correctly, weren't you going to teach the Potter family a lesson?" Harry taunted, still smiling at Draco. "I think I should teach the Malfoy family a lesson." Draco's eyes widened in terror as Harry lifted both his wands towards Draco's arms.
"I'd say that it would be a real shame for the heir to Malfoy family to lose his arms," Harry smiled evilly.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, STOP," Harry heard a voice. He turned his head around to see Dumbledore, James, Lily, Sirius, and Severus walking towards him.
"Don't bother trying to stop him," Harry growled before looking back at Draco. He felt magical energy behind him. Whipping around, he lifted his left hand up, creating a magical shield. He saw five spells hit it.
"Mr. Potter, please cease this nonsense at once," Dumbledore ordered, slightly unsettled at the sight of Harry's shield blocking his spell.
"Why should I? He's one who hurt Eileen," Harry growled. Everyone looked at Harry in shock especially Severus. Dumbledore was the first to recover.
"Do you have any proof of this?" Dumbledore questioned.
"He admitted it to me before he ordered his minions to attack me," Harry answered, still glaring at Dumbledore.
"Let us settle this in the morning," Dumbledore told Harry in response. "For now, please place Mr. Malfoy under our care."
"No," Harry replied.
"Now, listen here," James confronted Harry. "You should be grateful that Dumbledore is letting you go for threatening another student."
"Hmm, that's interesting. I thought I was your child. Shouldn't a father listen to what their child has to say before passing judgement?" Harry criticized in a mocking tone. "Oh wait, you're a horrible parent." James glared at Harry.
"Harry, please just listen to Dumbledore," Lily tried to convince Harry.
"Nah," Harry responded. "I don't want to listen to the old geezer who ruined my life with all his 'you should focus on the chosen one." Everyone including James flinched at Harry's words.
"Come on, Harry. Just let Draco go," Sirius intervened. "The adults are here, so let us take care of it."
"The same adults that let bullying occur in this dump of a school. I don't think so," Harry responded before he aimed his wand at Draco. All the teachers started panicking at this sight.
"Eileen wouldn't want this," Sirius pointed out. Everyone saw Harry freeze at Sirius' words.
"Possibly, but there is just one problem," Harry responded. "Why should I care about what she thinks of me?"
"Because she's your sister," Lily answered, seeing an opportunity.
"Yeah, there's that one problem," Harry replied. "Why do I care for someone I basically I just met? I've only known her for practically two days, which is definitely not enough time to form a relationship. I mean I don't even know why I care that she got beaten up." Everyone looked at Harry in surprise.
"It's because you are bound by an ancient magic," Dumbledore told Harry. Harry stayed silent for a moment.
"Is it the stupid stuff like love and those type of things?" Harry inquired. Dumbledore nodded his head.
"God, dammit," Harry groaned. "Magic is great and all, but it seems to be a real pain in the butt."
"Your innate love for your sister ties you to her," Dumbledore stated.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. I still love my sister," Harry grumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Fine, I will let Draco go." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, they failed to notice Harry smile evilly.
"Not unscathed though," he said before pointing his wand at Draco. "Finite Incantatem. Reducto" Immediately, Draco was sent flying. His entire torso was blown right off.
"POTTER," Severus roared, brandishing his wand. The adults could only watch as Harry disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Dammit, he apparated," Severus grumbled, sheathing his wand.
"We have to take care of Mr. Malfoy first," Dumbledore commanded the others. The entire night was spent treating the heavily injured Slytherins. Draco Malfoy was forced to be transferred to the hospital to treat for his destroyed torso. Luckily for Draco, only his skin was blown apart. He would only need magic and potions to heal him. However, the Reducto would leave a nasty scar on his chest and mind.
A week later
It has been a week since the incident that would be forever marked in Hogwarts as the Slytherin Annihilation. Many praised Harry for beating Slytherins. After the knowledge of Draco's involvement with the beating of Eileen Potter, most of the Hogwarts student body started seeing Harry as a hero, more than Charles Potter much to his annoyment. Of course, Dumbledore tried to downplay Harry's achievement by criticizing him to keep Charles in the limelight, but it failed. Compared to Charles, Harry has managed to leave a more meaningful impact on Hogwarts in his two days than Charles did in his three years. As for Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, he was unable to do anything within Hogwarts to get back at Harry due to the fact that harry has gained the favor of many influential individuals in the Wizarding World. Currently, the boy in question was sleeping in a Prefect's room. For the past week, Harry has been laying low. Using the favor Cedric owed him, he started sleeping in one of the spare prefects' rooms. The only people who knew about his whereabouts were Cedric, the Hat, and Neville. Neville only knew because Harry wanted him to bring everything he learnt over the course of that day to the prefect's room, so both of them could study. Therefore, Harry would still have a way of learning what he needed to know without getting caught by the teachers.
"I'm so bored," Harry grumbled to himself as he tossed and turned on the bed. Helga and Tom were resting at the foot of the bed. It was the middle of the day, so Neville was still at classes. He quickly sat up before he looked around the prefect's room. The room was surprisingly spacious. It had a comfortable double bed at one end of the room. A large wooden desk was placed to the wall next to the bed with a large shelf next to it. On the other wall, there was a large painting of Merlin, which was the entrance to the room. To the wall opposite the bed, there was a door, which lead to a personal bathroom.
"It's not as extravagant as the Delacours, but I like it," Harry thought to himself. He got off the bed before he walked over to the desk.
"Request for entrance," Harry heard a male voice say. Instinctively, Harry whipped out both of his wands. Helga and Tom both tensed their bodies. Harry cautiously walked to the painting.
"Let them in," Harry told the painting. "After five seconds, close the door." The Merlin in the picture nodded his head before the actual painting started to swing.
"Petrificus Totalus," Harry said as soon as he saw the painting swing open. The spell flew out of his dragon wand. He heard the thud of a body.
"Accio Body," Harry chanted, firing out a different spell from his phoenix wand. A body was dragged into the room just as the painting was about to swing shut. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the person.
"Hey, aren't you Neville's friend?" Harry said before releasing the curse on the person. The person immediately picked herself up glaring at Harry.
"It's very rude to attack a person," the girl scolded Harry before extended her hand out to Harry. "I'm Hermione Granger and yes, I was Neville's friend."
"Was?" Harry responded, shaking Hermione's hand.
"Yes, I thought it would be wise if I distanced myself from Neville to stop giving that Potter boy a 'reason' to bully Neville as I'm sure Neville told you," Hermione explained in a quick and strangely intelligent tone. To Harry, he was slightly intimidated by Hermione's aura. Tom was also slightly intimidated while Helga seemed to feel a sense of camaraderie with Hermione.
"Just to tell you, I think that's a stupid reason," Harry told Hermione, ignoring his initial feeling. "Neville is a tough boy. He can handle it."
"Well, I couldn't," Hermione stated. Harry raised an eyebrow, but stayed silent.
"So why are you here?" Harry asked, changing the subject.
"May I sit?" Hermione asked.
"Go ahead," Harry answered, walking over to the bed. Hermione grabbed the desk chair and carried it over in front of Harry. She then sat down in front of him.
"I don't know where to put it," Hermione said.
"Well, hurry up. I don't got all day," Harry responded, slightly irritated.
"Don't lie. You've been hiding out here for the past week. If anything, you have plenty of time," Hermione replied in a calm tone.
"How did you know?" Harry exclaimed, slightly surprised.
"It actually was pretty difficult," Hermione confessed. "I didn't even know you were still in Hogwarts until I saw Neville leave this room late at night. Once I investigated, I learnt that this room was on of the spare prefects' rooms. I don't know how you managed to get here, but I found you regardless." Harry groaned, falling onto the bed.
"So what brings you here?" Harry asked, sitting back up.
"I want your help with a little problem I'm having," Hermione answered before she pulled something out of her pocket. Harry's eyes widened as he saw a small, bright red stone in the palm of her hand.
"The Philosopher's Stone," Harry gasped.
"You know what it is?!" Hermione responded, surprised.
"I know some alchemy, so of course, I know what the Philosopher's Stone is," Harry explained. "But how does someone like you have it?"
"I stole it," Hermione answered.
'Stole it?" Harry questioned.
"You see during my first year at Hogwarts. There was an incident involving this stone. Supposedly, someone related to You-Know-Who tried to steal it. Charles and his group of friends tried to stop him. That night, I saw Charles come back to the commons with this red stone. Knowing how irresponsible he is, I stole the stone before he could anything with it," Hermione told Harry. "Ever since then, I've been keeping this stone for safe-keeping. However, I'm afraid that someone might discover I have this and steal it." Harry nodded his head.
"So you just want me to keep it safe for you," Harry guessed. Hermione shook her head.
"I want you to destroy it," Hermione corrected Harry with a serious face. Harry looked at Hermione in surprise.
"After what happened with Slytherin, you are clearly more powerful than me," Hermione explained. "For the past two years, I've been trying to destroy this stone with all legal means possible. However, I've been unable to. That is my request. Please destroy this stone before it can harm anyone else." Harry looked at the stone on top of Hermione's palm before he nodded his head.
"I will do it," Harry said, extending his hand for Hermione to give him the stone.
"Thank you," Hermione responded, gratitude evident in her voice, before she placed the stone onto Harry's hand. Harry nodded his head as he closed his hand around the stone.
"Is that all?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Hermione answered, standing up. Harry watched as Hermione left the room. He then looked at his fist.
"What an interesting person," Harry thought to himself. "If I actually went to Hogwarts, I think I could have been friends with her."
Later that day
Harry apparated back into the room. He rotated his right arm, trying to get some feeling back into it.
"/ I told you to not have an arm-wrestle with that guy /" helga nagged Harry.
"/ Shut up. I still won, didn't I? /" Harry responded, still rotating his shoulder.
"(It was for a pretty stupid reason)," Tom pointed out.
"(Why are you against me?)" Harry asked as Tom slithered out of Harry's leg while Helga jumped off.
"(I thought you got over your alcohol addiction, but it seems like I was wrong)," Tom glared at Harry.
"(What?)" Harry replied, bringing out a bottle of fire whiskey from his arm sleeve. "(Just be glad I haven't started smoking or taking drugs again. Anyway, it's only for one day.)" Tom shook his head before slithering onto the bed. Harry looked at the bottle of fire whiskey with excited eyes.
"That arm wrestle was totally worth it," Harry muttered to himself before he moved to open it.
"Neville is here to see you," Harry heard. Harry looked at the painting, distraught, before sighing. He placed the bottle of fire whiskey on the desk and signaled the painting to let Neville in. Harry watched as the painting swung open to reveal Neville. Neville walked into the room before the painting swung shut behind him.
"How are you doing?" Harry asked, smiling at Neville.
"I'm good," Neville answered. "The teachers have finally stopped asking me for your whereabouts."
"That's not good," Harry replied in a serious voice, losing his smile.
"What? Why?" Neville instantly responded, scared. Harry stayed silent for a moment before shaking his head.
"Don't worry about it," Harry reassured Neville, smiling again. "What did you bring for me today?"
"Nothing," Neville answered. "I came to tell you news about this thing Hogwarts is hosting this year."
"And that is?" Harry replied, motioning for Neville to continue.
"The Triwizard Tournament," Neville told Harry in an awed tone. Harry just looked at Neville.
"What is that?" Harry asked.
"From what Professor Dumbledore announced at the dinner, it is a tournament between three magical schools. It was supposedly really dangerous, prompting the ban of it for a century. However, the Ministry of Magic decided to allow a test trial this year to be hosted at Hogwarts," Neville informed Harry. "Professor Dumbledore didn't really tell us much, saying that he will tell us when the other schools come."
"Do you know the name of the schools?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, it's. Ummmmm. Durmstrang Institute and. Ummmmm," Neville answered, trying to remember. "Oh and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic." Neville was surprised to see a horrified expression on Harry's face.
"What's wrong?" Neville immediately asked Harry.
"D-D-Did you say Beauxbatons/" Harry stuttered; his eyes glaring right into Neville's eyes.
"Y-Yes?" Neville answered, slightly put off by Harry's glare. Harry groaned in response, stuffing his face into his hands.
"Are you ok?" Neville asked.
"If they're coming that means she's going to come," was all Neville could hear from Harry. "Oh why did I have to come now of all time?"
"What's wrong, Harry?" Neville asked.
"Oh nothing," Harry answered Neville, looking up at him. "It's just that an old friend of mine in Beauxbatons will probably be coming."
"What's wrong with that?" Neville queried.
"For the past two years, she thinks I'm dead," Harry explained.
"Ohhhhhh," Neville understood. Harry gave Neville a "Now, you understand" look before placing his head back into his hands. Harry then felt a soft tapping on his shoulder. He looked up to see Neville tapping his shoulder with a sympathetic look on his face.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. I thought you needed some support," Neville answered. "That friend of yours is a girl, right?"
"Yes, she is and I would call her more like an acquaintance," Naruto clarified before seeing Neville look at him with even more sympathy. "Will you stop looking at me like that?"
"I'm praying for you, Harry," Neville replied, barely hiding a smile.
"You better stop smiling or else I'm going to stick your wand where the sun doesn't shine," Harry threatened. Neville immediately lost his smile before he moved his wand to his wand to protect it.
"Good," Harry responded, satisfied. "When are the schools supposed to be coming?"
"In a month's time," Neville answered.
"Good," Harry replied. "That gives me enough time to get the hell out of here."
"Why don't you just talk to her?" Neville pointed out. Harry looked at Neville with wide eyes.
"Are you kidding me?" Harry responded in a surprised voice. "Neville, I'm talking about one of the most terrifying people in my life and that's including Voldermort(Neville flinches). I'd rather encounter a Death Eater than her."
"Oh ok," Neville responded.
"Don't worry, Neville. I will come by to visit," Harry promised, patting Neville's shoulder before he walked over to Helga and Tom. He lifted a sleeping Helga onto his head and wrapped a sleeping Tom around his neck.
"Goodbye, Neville," Harry said to Neville, grabbing the fire whiskey on his desk.
"Goodbye, Harry," Neville responded, still shocked that Harry was leaving. "Thanks to you, I've started to enjoy my time in Hogwarts."
"You're welcome," Harry smiled at Neville before extending his hand out. The two shook hands before Harry apparated. Neville sighed sadly before he walked out of the room, believing he will never see Harry again.
The next morning, Neville would find Harry at the Gryffindor table with a depressed expression on his face.