This took a while to get up (much longer than I wanted), so sorry for the wait.
But hey, I'm back! And I've got a new chapter for you!
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First Day Back
Following the night of the sorting ceremony, the many students and not-so-many staff were not really all that surprised to see that when Harry Potter entered the hall; flanked on either side by his two Ravenclaw friends, Jesse Turner and Terry Boot; he did not make his way over to the Ravenclaw table like the rest of his housemates. He instead headed towards the red and gold decorated table and dropped into the seat next to his brother. The rest of their friends sat around them: the Weasley Twins and Lee joking around, Dri laughing with the Potter's, Terry and Jesse only occasionally getting involved, Hermione being the responsible one. Neville was there too, but he was only really friends with Hayden, and to some extent Hermione.
The young heir knew that he'd been slightly cruel to Harry when they were young. He'd been following Ron's lead, and accepted the boy at face value when the sixth born had said that Hayden didn't want Harry around. He felt guilty about that now, having seen Harry and Hayden interact with each other. Harry was still not very close to Neville, but the latter had developed a fair bit of respect for the shorter boy after his fearlessness and skill displayed the previous year, both with the troll and the stone incident.
It was in the middle of breakfast that a rough looking Ron Weasley slipped in through the doors of the Great Hall. As soon as he did, whispering broke out all along the house tables. Harry, curious as he hadn't paid any attention (as usual) to gossip, leaning towards the Twins opposite Hayden and himself, raising an eyebrow. The simple action was enough for the red haired pair to understand what he wanted and began relaying the latest from the Hogwarts grapevine.
"If you've not heard..."
"...which you probably have..."
"...ickle Ronnie there..."
"...flew Dad's car to the school..."
"...crashed into the willow, he did, isn't that right Gred?"
"Right you are Forge. Bit stupid of him really, had to spend a night in the hospital wing getting his arms and legs mended,"
"And of course he had to get seen by a bunch of muggles, didn't he?"
The Twins stopped for two reasons. One was that Jesse looked really confused by the twin speak and they felt slightly sorry for him; enough to stop, for now. The other was that Ron was right behind them by now, and they had decided that tormenting him was more interesting than telling Harry anything more.
Hermione's good morning to Ron was quite terse, indicating a fierce disapproval of his actions. By contrast, she was "very proud" of how Hayden acted. The boy himself was quite uncomfortable, knowing that he probably would have gone along with Ron's plan if Harry hadn't been around to help.
The morning only got worse from their. After a good five minutes of near constant insults from the New Marauder's based around (but not limited to) Ford Anglia's, spider's and the Chudley Cannon's, the post owl's began to arrive. Harry didn't bother looking up from his masterpiece (read: three stacked, five inch thick pancakes coated in chocolate sauce, chocolate chips and "No Dri I'm not sharing") as he rarely received anything. His only regular correspondence being from the Diggory's once a week. So he was surprised when a plain looking Tawney owl dropped a small package in front of him.
The New Marauders leaned in curiously, though their attention was diverted away from Harry and his mystery box (that he was examining through a magnifying glass) by something large and gray falling into Hermione's jug, spraying them all with milk and feathers.
"Errol!" said Ron, pulling the bedraggled owl out by the feet. Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak. Harry was fairly sure that this final flight from Devon to Hogwarts had finally ended the creature's life. {It's almost a mercy} Harry commented idly, as he looked at the pathetic sight of the creature.
{Yeah, 'cept it ain't dead}
{Really?} Harry looked more closely and noticed that even after it's spectacular crash landing, partial drowning and complete exhaustion the ancient looking owl was, in fact, still breathing.
{Shocking, I know. I expected the owl reapers to have arrived for this thing by now}
~Let them come. There is still one owl from the Burrow who still draws breath!~
Harry had figured out how to drag Hayden's consciousness into his own mindscape last night. They had proceeded to eat mental popcorn and watched the full Lord of the Rings trilogy. Hayden was obsessed. He'd been finding moments to spout quotes and was convinced that he could learn how to forge a replica of Anduril.
"Oh, no -" Ron gasped, looking at the fallen form of his family owl.
"It's all right, he's still alive," said Hermione, prodding Errol gently with the tip of her finger. The owl twitched in response and let out a pained hoot.
"It's not that - it's that."
Hayden and Harry withdrew from their mental debate on whether or not it was smart for Theoden to charge the Oliphant's head on (Hayden said it was a stupid and reckless strategy that cost more lives than necessary while Harry argued that he was facing an unknown enemy and decided to just try the tactic that had worked in the past. Gabriel simply said {It worked didn't it}) and took notice of the red envelope clutched in the owl's talons
"Oh, ouch!" said Harry, rather unsympathetically.
"She's - she's sent me a Howler," said Ron faintly.
"Look, everyone!" Seamus shouted in glee "Weasley's got himself a howler!" That attracted the attention of the entire table and a fair contingent from the other three. It also earned him a glare from all the Weasley's and Hayden, to which he blushed in shame.
"You'd better open it, Ron," said Neville in a timid whisper. "It'll be worse if you don't. My gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and" - he gulped - "it was horrible."
But Ron's whole attention was fixed on the letter, which had begun to smoke at the corners. He didn't seem to hear Neville, nor his brothers as they advised the same thing.
"Open it," Neville urged. "It'll all be over in a few minutes -"
Ron stretched out a shaking hand, eased the envelope from Errol, and slit it open with a knife that was on the table. Of those closest to it; Neville stuffed his fingers in his ears, as did Terry, Lee, Fred and George. Dri, Hayden and Harry grimaced and agreed to simply ride out the bleeding eardrums, each of them too prideful to accept any relief before the other two. A split second later, all three regretted their choice. It seemed as an explosion had gone of right in front of them. As the Howler began it's rant, Ron (bright red) sank lower and lower in his seat.
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU! YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU! I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE!"
The ringing in his ears caused Harry to miss part of the rant. He noticed that Jesse and Hermione had followed the others lead.
"WHEN WE GOT THAT LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME! WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU COULD HAVE DIED! THANK GOODNESS HAYDEN HAD MORE SENSE THAN YOU!"
Hayden had been wondering when his name was going to crop up. He tried very hard to look as though he couldn't hear the voice that was making his eardrums throb.
"-ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED - YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME!"
A ringing silence fell. The red envelope, which had dropped from Ron's hand, burst into flames and curled into ashes. Ron sat stunned, as though a tidal wave had just passed over them. A few people laughed and, gradually, a babble of talk broke out again. Hermione took her fingers out of her ears, closed Voyages with Vampires; one of Gilderoy Lockhart's so called autobiography {AKA: Fiction Novel}; and looked down at the top of Ron's head.
"Well, I don't know what you expected, Ron, but you -"
"Don't tell me I deserved it," snapped Ron.
"You kinda did. Little bit," Harry commented, going back to his own package. Taking the packaging off, he found a plain box containing one of his baseball caps that he must have left behind at the Diggory's. There was a note from Anna saying that it was going to be hot that day (despite being a British September in Scotland) and she didn't want him to get sunburn. Shrugging, Harry wedged the cap behind his belt. Preoccupied with getting back to his breakfast ~*Cough*Death on a plate*Cough*~ he didn't find it strange that Cedric hadn't gotten a package.
Schedule's were handed out shortly afterwards. The second year lions had Herbology with the Hufflepuff's first, while the much more clever and handsome Ravenclaw's {in my humble opinion} had history with the snakes. Jesse was starting out on transfiguration with the Gryffindor's. As the other's went on their way, Harry offered to guide Jesse to his lesson, knowing it was easy to get lost in Hogwarts despite their respective power level's. Of course, that offer meant that he had to also play babysitter for the youngest Weasley.
Dropping the younger ones of at McGonagall's classroom, he hid himself around the corner and flew to the History corridor, knowing that he had no time to make it from the Transfiguration wing, all the way to the seventh floor before the class started. It was not out of any desire to learn from Binns that Harry wished to be punctual (and in fact he did not want to be on time) but rather Terry being a pest the night before, tricking Harry into promising to try and make an effort in ALL classes. Harry had fully intended to break that promise, only to later discover that he couldn't bring himself to.
As the young trickster appeared out of thin air, just down the hall from Binns' room, he froze. Standing in front of him, unimpressed, was a strawberry blonde Slytherin. He had a thin face and sharp features, even at the age of twelve, with a stick figure frame and deep, ocean blue eyes. Harry recognized the boy: Theodore Nott- son of 'imperioused' Death Eater Tiberius Nott and heir to the Nott seat on the Wizengamot.
"I thought so," the taller commented blandly, and sounding almost disappointed.
"Thought what, Nott?" Harry questioned back in a chipper tone, grinning at his own rhyme that's not a rhyme but should be a rhyme.
{Shut up. You're confusing in the morning's}
In response to his question, Nott; quick as a flash; threw a bottle of holy water over Harry's face.
Harry blinked and spat out the little that had gone into his mouth, scrunching up his face in disgust "Distilled water; blegh!"
Nott looked quite confused. He glanced to the now half empty bottle in his hand, to Harry and then back to the bottle before he began to look very nervous as Harry began approaching him. After a certain point, the young snake paled drastically and glanced at the ceiling. Harry followed his gaze and discovered that he'd just passed the boundaries of a crude but working Devil's Trap. {So, he's what, a junior hunter?} {Must be. Figured we might meet someone with hunter ties at Hogwarts at some point. Didn't think it'd be a pureblood though} {Ditto}
"So," Nott laughed nervously "I, might, just maybe, have been wrong about you being a demon?"
"Just maybe,"
"Right," they were silent for a moment "So what are you?"
"None of your business,"
"Absolutely right!" he chirped, and then fled towards the classroom, knowing that he might have just pissed off some very powerful, unidentified supernatural being. He'd been so sure. From the way he'd vanished on Halloween last year and the comment about "his eye's changing colour" before the summer" he'd assumed demon. Then there'd been the demon omens around Hogwarts that had been happening recently. Two and two made four right? But it seemed Theodore had gotten four, but it wasn't the answer. It wasn't the answer because the number's had never been two and two. Determined, Nott set himself to the task of discovering just what Harry Gabriel was.
Bemused at the encounter, Harry made his way inside and sat down next to Terry, who barely glanced at the water covering his outer robe before scolding him for almost being late. It was annoying, considering that if Nott had have had access to a demon killing knife (or worse, an angel blade) then Harry might have been stuck healing at very painful wound, before cleaning snake remains. Harry felt he could not be held responsible for his actions after he'd been stabbed. That just wouldn't be fair.
After an undetermined time had passed (Harry had been playing mental chess in his head with Gabriel), the tortured students left the classroom.
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Earlier, Hayden and the gryffindor second years had been heading towards the Greenhouse's for their lesson. While Harry had been nearly assassinated by Nott, Hayden had found himself in a much worse situation: talking to Gilderoy Lockhart.
Like Harry, Hayden knew the man to be a fraud, as proven by his Uncle Remus. Remus had made a point of mentioning that a werewolf couldn't be cured or defeated in the manner that Lockhart suggested in his book's. After the stunt in the alley, Hayden not only disliked the man, but outright hated him. It was only thanks to the occlumency he'd learned from Harry that he was able to hold onto his anger and not unleash it on the pompous fool in front of him as he prattled on.
After reaching the Greenhouse's, the group had found Professor Sprout in a foul mood, caused by the man next to her no doubt. Sprout's arms had been full of bandages, more of which; Hayden could tell; were wrapped around the branches of the Whomping Willow. Ron had done a number on the tree in the initial crash, though to be fair the Willow had clearly won the fight. If Ron's condition the night before was any indication, the poor Anglia would be nothing more than a heap of scrap metal after it's round against the violent tree.
Lockhart was harping on about something or other when Sprout directed the group towards Greenhouse 3. Previously, they'd only ever worked in Greenhouse 1, where the more basic plants were kept. Of course, Lockhart had accosted Hayden and dragged him off before he could protest. So, as the prat gave an exaggerated wink and strode off, Hayden stood breathing deeply to try and regain his cool, before opening the door to the greenhouse.
Professor Sprout was standing behind a trestle bench in the center of the greenhouse. About twenty pairs of different-colored ear muffs were lying on the bench. When Hayden had taken his place between Ron and Hermione, she said, "We'll be re-potting Man drakes today. Now, who can tell me the properties of the Man drake?" To nobody's surprise, Hermione's hand was first into the air.
"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative," said Hermione, sounding as usual as though she had swallowed the textbook. Dri was stood to her left and slightly behind and was over exaggeratedly imitating her, to the muffled laughter of their year mates. Whenever Hermione turned around, he was the picture of complete innocence. Which of course she didn't buy for a second; she just couldn't figure out what he was doing "It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed to their original state."
"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor," said Professor Sprout. "The Mandrake forms an essential part of most antidotes. It is also, however, dangerous. Who can tell me why?"
Hermione's hand narrowly missed Hayden's glasses as it shot up again.
"The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to anyone who hears it," she said promptly.
"Precisely. Take another ten points," said Professor Sprout. "Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young."
After having them place earmuff's over their heads, the kindly witch had them pulling the Mandrake's out of the soil filled trays in which they grew and into smaller, individual pots. The work was hard, but Hayden didn't find it too difficult. He, Ron, and Hermione had ended up with a curly haired Hufflepuff he'd never met. Dri had kidnapped Neville (Herbology expert) and dragged him off to team with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott, who'd reluctantly agreed.
"Justin Finch-Fletchley," he'd introduced himself brightly, shaking Harry by the hand. "Know who you are, of course, the famous Hayden Potter... And you're Hermione Granger - you were top in history and potions weren't you, second in charms and herbology?" (Hermione beamed as she had her hand shaken too) "- and Ron Weasley. Wasn't that your flying car?"
Ron didn't smile. The Howler was obviously still on his mind.
"That Lockhart's something, isn't he?" said Justin happily as they began filing their plant pots with dragon dung compost. "Awfully brave chap. Have you read his books? I'd have died of fear if I'd been cornered in a telephone booth by a werewolf, but he stayed cool and - zap - just fantastic. My name was down for Eton, you know. I can't tell you how glad I am I came here instead. Of course, Mother was slightly disappointed, but since I made her read Lockhart's books I think she's begun to see how useful it'll be to have a fully trained wizard in the family . . . ."
Not much more had been said, due to them having to cover their ears with the ear muffs to get on with the lesson. Hayden made a mental note to inform Harry about this Justin Finch-Fletchley. Their scheme to profit from Ministry stupidity may have just gotten a lot easier than it would have been with Harry's 'Let's rob Vegas' suggestion of how to make the initial funds.]
Transfiguration was hard, but Hayden had inherited his father's skill in the subject and had reviewed once a week over the holiday's. It took him and Dri a while to get back into the subject, as opposed to Harry and Hermione, both of whom Hayden was sure had photographic memory or something. His button was still vaguely beetle like, but it wasn't bad for a first attempt. Hermione, Harry and Dri were the only ones who got it perfect.
Ron, though, had broken his brand new wand in the crash and attempted to use sellotape it back together. The problem was that it was apparently broken beyond repair. It kept sparking and crackling at odd intervals and his beetle was crushed when Ron was flailing around in a thick smoke produced from his attempts to transfigure it. They couldn't escape fast enough. Despite his problems, Ron refused to write home to request a new wand on account of him maybe getting another howler.
After lunch, the group moved outside into the courtyard. Hermione was reading another of Lockhart's books as she sat on a stone step. Hayden, Ron, the Twins, Dri and Lee talked quiditch while Harry discussed something with Terry, gesturing to the other side of the yard, where a young Slytherin that Hayden somewhat recognized was sitting in a window sill, an old battered leather bound journal in his lap. Jesse had not arrived yet.
"I swear I was all set, to be on time, but then this insane Slytherin sprays water all over me and holds me up in the corridor!"
"Uh huh, and why would he do that? I know Theo, he was one of the people who was nicest to me when I was a kid,"
"You know him? Wouldn't have expected the house's of Boot and Nott to be friendly," Harry said "Especially not if what I saw of your dad was any indication,"
"Boot and Nott have been allied for three centuries and have had three marriage ties in that time,"
{For two pureblood families that's not that too much inbreeding}
{Depends on the marriage ties}
~Nott's girl married Boot's boy and Boot's much younger sister for Nott's eldest son in 1674. Then in 1903, Tiber Nott married Aurilia Boot; Robert Boot's Great Aunt~
{And you know this how?}
~The Potter's were the the third part in that alliance. We left in the Grindlewald War, when they both stayed neutral and we didn't~
{Interesting}
"So Tiberius and Robert?"
"Oh no, Lord Tiberius hated my father. My mother too. I'm pretty sure he was working to place Uncle Davren as Lord Boot. Then I was born and he brought Theo around to meet me a few time. I wouldn't say we're friends, but he was never mean to me," Harry was suddenly much fonder of Nott than he was before.
A cough from behind had Harry turning around to meet the eyes of Jesse. He was standing there, addressing both Hayden and I. The small, camera carrying boy from the sorting was trailing behind him, seemingly brimming with excitement. He was much smaller up close and the muggle camera still hung around his neck. His hair was a few shade's lighter than Terry's. His hazel eyes were shining with what Harry could identify as hero-worship as he looked between Hayden and Harry.
"Hey Harry," Jesse began "This is Colin. He wanted to meet you,"
"Alright, Harry? I'm-I'm Colin Creevey," the boy was eager but also nervous "I've heard all about you since I got here last night. I was wondering if I could maybe have a photo of you?"
"I think you might've heard the wrong name, young photographer. My brother Hayden is the one you've probably been hearing about," Harry explained, a sly grin on his face as he thought about pushing a fan boy off onto his brother.
But Colin shook his head "Of course I've heard about Hayden Potter. Heard all about him; about how You-Know-Who attacked him as a baby and how's he's still got a scar from it," his eyes flicked to Hayden and then back "but you fought a troll just last year to save your friends. Then you went missing and came back months later completely fine," he took a breath "one of the boys in my dorm has an older brother who says you must have been really hurt and went to get healed and that's where you went," shaking his head Colin tried to get back on topic "My dad's a milkman. He was so surprised to find out I was a wizard. So I'm taking a load of pictures to send him and I know he worries about me so I was wondering if I could take one of you. Show him that I'll be fine since there is a real life hero around to help,"
Harry hummed thoughtfully. Then he turned to the person with the most experience with muggle equipment in the group.
"Hermione, could you take Colin's camera, and then get a picture of the two of us?" Harry asked, to which she nodded, looking surprised that he was going along with it "and then one with Hayden as well,"
Colin; who'd though it would be too much to ask to request a picture of each of them; looked like Christmas had come early.
Hermione did so. The first was of Harry, standing in a stance that would support the story Colin had apparently written home to his father about, whilst not making him seem like an idiot. He seemed to give off a confidence that told people he knew what he was doing, but the friendly arm he had draped around the shorter boys shoulder's and his signature rogue grin made him seem much more real. The second contained Hayden in a similar way. Though he lacked the natural charisma Harry possessed, he made up for it in looking much more physically capable.
The final photo had the two of them standing in dramatic poses, their bodies angled slightly towards each other with their arms crossed across their chest's. Colin was in between them, trying to hold back a wide smile and failing miserably. The boys themselves weren't doing much better in trying to maintain their stern, serious expressions.
Of course nothing in the lives of the Potter's could go perfectly, as Ron proved when he interrupted loudly.
"What, are you gonna sign it too, Potter?" he yelled furiously. Ron himself believed that Creevey had no place with their savior (Ron's best friend) and that the pest should just bugger off, and take the 'New Marauders' with him. But if he had to be there he should focused solely on Hayden, not that dark wizard Harry! Of course, he'd called the name Potter, which is where things spiraled out of control.
"Ron!" Hayden barked furiously, his anger at his friend making itself known immediately. He knew he needed to put a permanent stop to this before it became another 'Hermione' situation like the last Halloween.
But before Hayden could do anything more, because then "Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?"
It was Malfoy. The little blonde haired ferret and his two gorilla bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, were approaching.
"Everyone line up!" Malfoy roared to the crowd. "Hayden Potter's giving out signed photos!"
"Shut up, Malfoy," Hayden snapped
"You're just jealous," Colin piped up, despite his entire body being smaller than one of Goyle's arms.
"Jealous?"said Malfoy, who didn't need to shout anymore: half the courtyard was listening in. "Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself."
"Jealous that at age eleven Harry proved himself a better fighter than any Malfoy in history," Colin actually sneered in a perfect impression of Malfoy, who started to turn red and bristle with rage.
"Be quiet, you little mudblood," though the insult obviously hurt him, Colin didn't let it show in any obvious way.
"Oh be quiet Malfoy," Harry replied tiredly "You're an insult to the intelligence of your kind,"
"My kind?" he growled
"Yes. Ferret's,"
With that, Harry clicked his fingers and half of Malfoy's face morphed into a ferret's snout, while Dri fired the accompanying spell, the same one they'd used on the teacher's last year. Malfoy drew his wand but to no effect. Amidst the laughter of the New Marauder's and the members of the crowd, it was surprising any heard Hermione's hissed warning off "Look out"
"What's all this, what's all this?" Gilderoy Lockhart was striding toward them, his turquoise robes swirling behind him. "Who's giving out signed photos?" Hayden started to speak but he was cut short as Lockhart flung an arm around his shoulders and thundered jovially, "Shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Hayden!" Pinned to Lockhart's side and burning with humiliation, Harry saw Malfoy slide smirking back into the crowd. "Come on then, Mr. Creevey," said Lockhart, beaming at Colin. "A double portrait, can't do better than that, and we'll both sign it for you."
"Sir, I believe you're mistaken, " Hayden ground out from between clenched teeth as he finally escaped Lockhart's grip "Colin wanted a picture of my brother, Harry. Nobody except Draco Malfoy mentioned signing it," he glanced at the still squeaking boy, and Lockhart followed his gaze and then his eyes lit up.
"Allow me to fix that, Draco!" he cried jovially, swishing his wand {Hahahahahaha} ~GABRIEL!~ in an overly complex manner along with a strange incantation. To be fair the ferret snout disappeared. The only problem was that Malfoy's nose and mouth didn't come back. The blonde's face was completely smooth from below his eyes to his jaw.
Malfoy realized almost immediately, and began frantically waving his arms around in a panic. It was quite funny, considering that Malfoy couldn't actually say a word, making him look like some sort of insane mime.
"Ah yes, well that can happen. Not to worry, just follow me. We'll see if Madame Pomphrey can't fix that little mishap," he began to shoo off the crowd "Back to lesson now. Any one in my class, I might be a little late,"
With that he began to lead the hyperventilating Draco down the hall towards the infirmary. Harry idly wondered how he was breathing. {Oh well. Magic I suppose}
{Probably}
"You guys head on, I'll catch up," Harry said, and it was a testament to the remaining sanity of everyone (bar Dri and the the Twins) that they hesitated to leave Harry on his own with an impressionable first year. Eventually he somehow convinced them that he would not corrupt innocent minds, and they left him. When they were gone, he turned to Colin and said "Take off your outer robe, roll up your sleeves,"
Nervously, Colin did so, wondering why Harry had asked him to do that.
Harry immediately began examining the boy's arms for something he'd notice earlier. He saw callous on the index and middle finger of Colin's right hand, and his right arm; though identical to his left on sight; had some toning on it from repeated pulling on something with a lot of tension on it, probably only just within his strength to pull.
"Small guy like you Colin does not get muscle build up like that naturally, no matter how small. Especially not on one arm. Do you, perchance, participate in the sport of archery?"
You'll find out where I'm going with this Colin thing down the line somewhere.
Ah: Terry, Theo and Colin. Don't you just love underused secondary characters?
Anyhow, I won't be answering reviews this time around because 1) I'm lazy and 2) Most of them were just rejoicing for Crowley.
Speaking of Crowley, he will reappear in the next chapter, title "New Professor's", featuring the DADA lesson and the new RE lesson.
So, hope to see you next time. Yozza Out!