To those of you who may end up confused, chapter 15 is now the challenge and 16 is an actual chapter. I deleted the A/N that was chapter seven. 16 is the resolution of first years: just for those who didn't realize

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Anyway enjoy.

Oh and warning: Violence, and implications of noncon underage sex

A Trickster's Trade

One thing Harry knew was how to get what he wanted. He of course had many other abilities that he had mastered over the course of his nearly twelve years, and downloaded from the millennia that Gabriel had on him. Such as how to eat a 20", triple layered chocolate gateau without getting a stomach ache. Or how to hit a rabbit between the eyes with a knife at thirty feet. Of course one must never forget his fifth year knowledge of Transfiguration, DADA and Charms, nor his elemental skill and metamorphmagus talent or skill with Gabriel's grace. Then there was his expertise in high explosive's and other things that went 'boom'. Oh and also...

{Get to the point you little cretin}

{...Why, Gabriel. How very rude.}

...But yes, one of his most well perfected skills was getting what he wanted.

Which was why he was putting his poor, innocent mind through his current situation. Willingly sitting in the rich, extravagant apartment of Dagos Rosier. Specifically in his hot tub. With the vile man next to him. Still it needed to be done. He wasn't quite skilled enough that he could pose as a cleaner and have the man thrown from a top story window by the illusion of a partially decayed, rotting dead girl, and remain completely above suspicion until he got overconfident around three of the best hunters in the world {Though to be fair, Mr Singer didn't show up until much later}

{Ah, good times. My favorite moments were based around those two knuckle heads}

{Makes me wish I'd have actually met them}

{Yeah. By the way, why'd you call him 'Mr. Singer'? That's about as genuinely respectful as you're capable of being}

{He's a fifty something year old hunter who can keep up with a pair of guys in their prime and an angel, who is always helpful and down to earth. That deserves respect, even if I disagree with the ideals. Much more than Twinkly McTwinkle's holier-than-though attitude and arrogant sense of self-importance}

{Point. Imagine good ole Bob as headmaster of Hogwarts.}

Harry managed to hold his laughter in.

{Wow; alright this is Dumbledore: "Please don't go to the third floor corridor or I'll have to deduct some points"} he switched his mental voice to an old, grandfatherly Dumbles used for his imitation of the man, and then changed to use a gruff, southern accent, like Singer's {"Now you idjits better not head on to that third floor, else I'll blast ya full of rock salt, an' don't think I won't}

Gabriel was howling with laughter.

{So what's with the extended conversation? You don't normally focus on one subject so much}

{I'm trying not to think of what the bastard is doing, and wants to do, to me}

{Fair enough}

Said man was currently running his hands over Harry's thighs. Rosier had stripped completely, but Harry still wore his boxer's and would not be taking them off. He had absolutely no preference with who he slept with; be they man or woman; and age didn't bother him, but Harry would not be doing that with this guy. But Rosier seemed to be so completely captivated by the parts of Harry's body that he could see that he didn't seem all that inclined to rush things. For now, at least.

Ever since leaving school nearly two months ago, Harry had been darting around the world, tricking people, giving them their 'just deserts'. He had sent his trunk to Potter Manor with Hayden. The cottage in Godric's Hollow was not in any condition to be lived in, and the Ministry had demanded that it be left as it was to serve as a national monument. So, after the Halloween attack in 1981, the Potter family had moved into their ancestral home. It had always confused Harry as to why James and Lily went to Godric's Hollow, where they would be without the protection the Potter wards offered, instead of just using the Fidelius charm on the manor in the first place. It just went to show the lack of logic possessed by magic users.

Anyway, he'd left Hayden his trunk so as Harry trusted his twin to look after Sal while he was away, and also to give Hayden access to the training room. The boy would need it. Neither of the brothers wanted him to get rusty over the summer, especially as they planned to bring Adrian into the training when they got back, and later Terry and the other New Marauders.

Harry had spent a while in Australia once again and went to a few party's with Jesse. Surprisingly enough, the boy's cambion powers had not faded when the apocalypse ended; which it just had in the other dimension (a few days after Gabriel's death, but years after his arrival in Harry: strange time stream); and as such both the twelve and eleven year old boys had been able to get in and do whatever they wanted. The following mornings Harry had enjoyed laughing at Jesse's hangover.

So far, Harry had been unsuccessful in both his attempts to get Jesse to sleep with him, and convincing the younger boy to attend Hogwarts that September. He was not yet defeated though.

After departing the sunny coast he'd traveled across Asia and Europe targeting people who needed to be taken down a peg. There was a soap manufacturer in Eastern Europe who tested his products on animals. He hadn't had any regard for the creature's well being and many poor, defenseless baby animals had been left blinded by him. So Harry had the man die via his own product dissolving through his eyes and into his brain. The irony was that the soap used was one of the relatively safe ones.

But of course, as always, his main target area was the USA. The biggest country in North America was just full of people who took advantage of others in both sense's of the word. Rich people, successful people; politicians, bureaucrats and businessmen who bullied those less well off, harmed people or animals, or even just slanderous journalists often found themselves to be on the receiving end of his slightly skewered moral compass and sense of people getting their comeuppance. While in the America's, he had heard rumor's of someone sexually abusing muggle children through copious use of the obliviate charm. Jesse had called him after hearing of this, as it was one of the things he'd hated most, and demanded that the young, protege Trickster go and sort the situation out.

The man whose lap he was sitting in was Dagos Rosier. He had long, greasy greying hair that somewhat reminded Harry of Snivellous and small beady eyes that looked like small chips of ice, which gleamed maliciously as he (in his opinion) took advantage of Harry. A rough salt and pepper beard covered his cheeks, and he had a slightly pouched stomach. Dagos had been one of He-Who-Runs-Away-From-Death's Death Eaters {And what an unpleasant image that is} who hadn't been able to bribe his way out of his crimes nor bargain for an early release, like Karkaroff. He had instead fled and set himself up in Cuba. A nice place to abuse children in. The man would grab some kid of the street, rape him, obliviate him and then send the poor kid on their way. Boy or girl didn't seem to matter as for Rosier, it was about the control and power he got from it.

Dagos was also the last Rosier, so if he died the house seat in the Wizengamot would pass to the children of Druella Black nee Rosier. Bellatrix was imprisoned in Azkaban which meant it would be Andromeda and her muggleborn husband Ted Tonks who inherited. Walburga Black may have blasted both Andi and Sirius from the Black family tapestry, but neither she, her brother, Cygnus, or husband, Orion, had held the title Lord Black, the only one who could disinherit people from the family. That was Orion's father, Artcuras. While a pureblood who thought himself above the muggleborns and half-bloods (and indeed most purebloods, given that his own house outranked most others) Arcturus was not of the mind to kill or exile them. Nor did he ever support Voldemort. Unlike the other robe kisser's, he knew that the only line descended from Slytherin were the Gaunt's, so either Voldemort was lying, or he came from a house of squibs. Orion, Walburga, Cygnus and Druella all openly stated their agreement with Voldemort and had Bellatrix and Narcissa married to Death Eaters, with the former joining Regulus in their ranks. As such, he did not disinherit Sirius or Andi, because he saw the benefit of having a foot in both camps. Given that his son, nephew and niece died before him, he was able to pass the Lordship to Sirius upon his death in 1987.

Harry was shaken from his thoughts as Rosier began impatiently tugging at Harry's last article of clothing, pleased with finding a willing participant for his enjoyment.

"Come on, what are you waiting for," the man growled in a low, grating voice.

Harry shook his head and pushed Rosier down "I have a better idea," he smiled before clicking his fingers, causing ropes to appear from nowhere and bind the man in place, unable to move. With that Harry climbed off him, and swung himself out of the tub, absently changed his boxers into navy blue and grey beach shorts while ignoring the man's angered calls of "What the hell is going on,"

Harry leapt over the counter of the bar that lined one side of the room.

As he began to search for a drink to get his mind off the disgusting, skin crawling feel of Rosier's hands, he started speaking "Your hot tub is connected to the sewers, right? So that any blood you draw from your victims will just be washed away?" Though phrased like questions, Rosier knew that the boy; who couldn't have been any older than nine; already knew the answers. He also realized that this was not just some muggle kid.

"What do you want? When I get out you'll wish you were dead!" Rosier snarled in rage.

Harry tutted "Not very smart that. There's more than just sewage in the sewers," as he spoke fissures began to open up in the floor. Rosier was smart enough to figure out that Harry's mention of living things in sewers was a hint and pieced together that something large was coming up through the pipes, forcing them out of shape and in turn doing the same to the floor. And then there was a crack as whatever it was forced its way into the obscenely large hot tub through the small drainage valve in the bottom.

Rosier paled dramatically as a scaly body, long snout and small reptilian eyes rose slowly above the water level.

"You removed all traces of your...'encounters' from the mind of those children. So I'm removing all traces of you," Harry remarked cheerfully, before winking and commanding "Get him, Al"

As Rosier screamed, Harry began hunting for the good stuff. {Ah! There it is!} The preteen pulled out a bottle of rum, casually saying "The rum is NOT always gone, it appears," with emphasis on the 'not'. There was a sudden tearing noise followed by a squelching sound as a spray of arterial blood was splattered across the floor and curtain. {Huh} Harry mentally remarked {Seems there will be some traces, after all}

Gabriel just chuckled evilly, sending feelings of pride across his link to Harry.

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"It's done?" Jesse asked, hazel eyes a mix between the still innocent kid, and the cambion who'd already experienced the adult side of life; both good and bad, though he'd not had sex yet.

"Yup," Harry replied, in a jovial tone that didn't give any impression of having just used an alligator to murder a man. The darker haired boy was tearing into the box of After Eight ice cream's Jesse had dumped in lap as a reward while he was lounging on a sunbed, now back in Australia. In response to his confirmation, Jesse hugged him.

Of course, Harry and Gabriel's mind came up with "You know we could take this inside..." and was promptly kneed in the balls for it. His Archangel pain relief did not extend over such an assault from someone of much greater power than himself. After all, Jesse was able to instinctively turn Castiel into an action figure, and Cas was a powerful angel whether he was cut off from heaven or not. Only an Archangel, higher demon, or horseman could face the young cambion without problems and even that was while Jesse inexperienced and untrained.

Safe to say, Harry had crumpled to the ground in pain.

"I guess that a no to Hogwarts too then?" Harry wheezed out.

"I'll consider it, if you don't flirt with me for at least a year," Jesse offered

"Deal. You can find your own way right?" Harry questioned before flying off to China. He fancied a Chinese.

Jesse sighed as he stared at the spot Harry had just been occupying. He really didn't get why the annoying angel host was so fixated on getting Jesse to go to Hogwarts. They weren't even really friends. Jesse had a problem with anyone related to anything Angel after Castiel tried to kill him, and Harry just didn't trust people point blank. They'd gone to some parties of people they didn't know and gotten drunk (Jesse still regretted that decision. Back home, his parents hadn't wanted him to drink until he legally could) That did not make them friends. Jesse had given Harry a place to crash over Easter, and in exchange Harry had taken care of the Rosier guy in Cuba; though he probably would have ended up doing it anyway at some point.

Regardless, Jesse decided to attend Hogwarts, if only to get the pestering pagan (who wasn't truly a pagan) of his back about it.

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When Harry flew into Potter manor he instantly knew something was wrong when he was tackled in a flying hug from one Hayden Potter. He could see Alice looking curiously over, probably wondering why the boy who made mummy and Hayd'n cry had just appeared like the hero from the stories mummy told her. She wondered if, since Hayd'n was hugging the mean boy, did that make Hayd'n the princess.

Harry growled lowly in the back of his throat. Damn natural legilimency. Too damn uncontrolled sometimes. He had most definitely not wanted to pick on his little sisters thought on how Harry and Hayden might marry and live in a castle. Bringing Princess Alice with them of course, so she could demand all the sweets and bed time stories she wanted.

But back to the matter at hand.

Hayden was glaring at him, for a reason he couldn't quite decipher. Thankfully only Hayden and Alice had been in the living room when he'd flown in: he really could have planned that better, Father knows what would happen if Plank Potter and wife had seen that little trick. But then he heard a quiet voice, just a whisper and thus out of hearing range for anyone other than Hayden and Harry himself.

"Hello Boy Master" Salazar said from somewhere within Hayden's robes, which caused Harry to look at Hayden incredulously.

"Hello Sal. You're riding with Hayden? Didn't expect him to go for that," Harry disengaged from his brief conversation with his pet and looked back at his older twin. Hayden had a faint blush on his face, probably having guessed that the reptile was gossiping about him with Harry. Harry just looked at him, and in that look Hayden understood what Harry was asking about.

"He grew on me," Hayden said shrugging his shoulders, but speaking quiet enough that Alice wouldn't hear and wonder where the person who was growing out of Hayden was, because that was so obviously the way she would interpret his words.

"Uh-huh," was Harry's unconvinced, sarcastic reply "So, what did I get this response for? You didn't change your mind about wanting to fu..." Harry didn't get a chance to finish as Hayden's hand clamped over his mouth. Harry could use his archangel strength to get it of, but that would also involve breaking Hayden's arm in several different places. So he refrained.

"First of all," Hayden said "Never insinuate that again. Once was enough, thank you. Second do not talk about sex when Alice is anywhere nearby,"

"Secs," a small, cute voice asked curiously. Hayden and Harry frowned in sync, before their eyes widened and they grimaced once again simultaneously. The pair quickly dragged Alice upstairs to where Harry presumed Hayden's bedroom was, depositing the little girl who was now a risk to their health on the bed and kneeling in front of her.

"Alice you must never. Ever. Tell mummy that we taught you that word, okay," Hayden begged desperately. Alice nodded slightly confused.

"Yeah. Tell her uncle Padfoot and Adrian said it okay?" Harry said with a disarming charm. He pulled out a chocolate bunny "I'll give you more of these if you do"

Alice nodded excitedly while Hayden sighed exasperated. He'd been trying for years to stop Alice from snitching on him. Of bloody course Harry would succeed on his first try. Meanwhile, the youngest Potter gazed with wonder filled eyes that just screamed 'IDOL!' and 'HERO-WORSHIP!' upon the boy who was still a stranger to her. She had been confused why he was in their home, and in Hayd'n room because he made daddy and Mr Dumbly mad, mummy upset and Hayd'n cry. But he couldn't be bad because Hayd'n hugged him and he gave her chocolate.

Turning her eyes on the brother she knew, she asked "Who's he?" pointing innocently at Harry.

"He's our brother, Harry"

Alice's widened and her ecstatic grin was the only warning Harry had before she plowed into his stomach and tried (annoyingly succeeding) in wrapping her arms around his torso, babbling joyfully. Hayd'n had told her about their nice middle brother Harry, who mummy and daddy didn't like to talk about.

Harry patted her on the head and nervously said "Yes, thank you...small, hugging person. Now go play, alright?" Alice nodded and skipped away to tell mummy about the new word uncle Padfoot and Adri told her.

"So, what's with the hugging today? That's the third non-sexual one today," Harry asked as blase as he dared to be giving that following the girl's departure, the other boy had resumed his glaring.

"And do you happen to remember what day it is?" Hayden asked in a tone that would have been casual had it not been for the clenched teeth.

{Gabe help me! What day is it? Friday. Er, date is...er July 31st right. Okay what's important about that, I know there's something}

{Harry?}

{Yeah, not now. It was the day in that zombie alternate world when we banged the sword chick; was it Napoleon's birthday. No that was August 15...}

{Harry?}

{I said not...}

{Happy Birthday!} "Our Birthday! You said you'd be here last week! I had to insist on banners to both of us, both out named iced on the cake, presents for both of us! And then you don't turn up! I called for you! Sirius and Remus used Point-Me spells and Patronus messages! We even used bloody SMOKE SIGNALS" Hayden screamed "Where the bloody hell where you!"

Harry cringed, and hurriedly tried to make amends "Hayden I'm sorry. I completely forgot. I've...I've not ever celebrated my birthday since they got rid of me. And even before then it was just you and me, hiding beneath the covers with a cauldron cake," he chuckled slightly, with a smile of fond remembrance on his face. Hayden was the same, his anger cooled.

"You'll pay for being late in training, you realise?" Hayden asked.

"Wouldn't have it any other way. How is everyone?"

"Alright, I guess. Mum and Mrs Weasley are in the kitchen helping Trix with the food," Trix being the Potter's house elf "Dad, Sirius, and Remus are doing last minute setting up of the presents," Sirius and James had both been given the day of, as they were every year. Remus was unemployed thanks to Moony.

"Dri?"

"Coming through with Marlene later. Lee's coming with the Weasley twins, Neville with his Grandmother. Terry and Hermione are being picked up by the Tonks'," Hayden told him, also giving him a clue as to some of the guest list.

Just then they heard a whoosh that signaled the floo scream of rage from downstairs "SIRIUS ORION BLACK! ADRIAN ARCTURUS BLACK!" Ah the fury of a redhead. This was followed by a pair of pained yelps from Sirius and Dri, the latter of whom had apparently arrived just in time to be hit with, from the sound of the yelps, an over powered stinging hex. Then the sound of more floo going off. Which meant it was time for Hayden and Harry to make their appearance.

"Shall we," Harry said, changing his clothes to something suitable, and then Hayden's.

"Let's, dear brother,"

Okay! So this is the chapter to kick start the events of 'Chamber of Secrets'. First person to find the reference to AMC's popular post-apocalyptic show in here, get's to choose Crowley's first line when he appears.

The top three on the poll are; for any who haven't seen it; are: 1) Crowley 2) Lucifer and 3) Balthazar. The poll will be taken down when we reach Christmas second year, and replaced with the pairings poll.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it...er, that's it thanks.

Cya round! Yozza Out!