Sorry for the long wait, but I had exams I was revising for. But they're over and done with now, so back to the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter or Supernatural, to my infinite regret

{Gabriel}

{Harry}

~Hayden~

"Parseltongue"

NEWSPAPER WRITING

Warning: Swearing, some mention of violence. There is also a part of this chapter which takes a dark turn for some of our characters.

The New Professors

Harry arrived to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at about the same time Lockhart did. The pair managed to round the corners on opposite ends of the corridor at the same time, the man apparently having escorted Draco to the Hospital Wing already. Upon catching sight of him, the blonde picked up his pace in an attempt to reach the door at the same time as Harry, likely to try and give some advice regarding autographed photo's, as if he were some sort of wizened mentor. Harry had zero desire to spend any time alone with the man, at all. Ever. So he flicked his wrist, dropping his wand into his hand and subtly and silently casting the levitation charm on Lockharts shoe. The item lifted into the air as his other foot was mid stride, and when Lockhart tried to bring his raised foot down to balance himself, he slipped on the slightly frosty ground in front of him (also caused by Harry) causing the pompous Professor to fall flat on his face. A few loitering sixth year boys snickered and murmured to each other. Harry estimated that before dinner time, everyone in the castle would know that their new teacher had the coordination of the Weasley owl.

Harry slipped into the room before Lockhart could even stand back up. The rest of the second year Ravens and Lions were already sitting at their desks, about half (the girls) whispering excitedly to each other and the other half mumbling amongst themselves. Most had the books out already though Hayden and Dri noticeably didn't. Harry scanned the room. He didn't trust Lockhart and wanted to know where his friends, their friends, his enemies and the neutral's were. The room was set out with four rows of two person desk's, each row with three desks

He found Hermione sitting in the front row as expected, chatting amicably, perhaps for the first time, with Sally-Anne Perks. Parvati and Lavender sat on the desk to their right with Su Li and Padma to the left. Lisa Turpin and Mandy Brocklehurst were on the left side desk of the second row, followed by Morag McDougal and Lily Moon and finally Seamus and Dean. Fay Dunbar and Sophie Roper were on the Gryffindor side of the third set, with Stephen Cornfoot and Kevin Entwhistle on the Ravenclaw side. Corner and Goldstein had claimed the middle of that row. The last row had Neville and Ron on the right, Hayden and Dri claiming the middle table and Terry on the left hand side with an open space next to him.

Corner and Goldstein had been twisting in their seats glaring at Terry for refusing to edit their homework for them the night before.

He could hear Ron whispering to Hayden "You better hope that Creepy kid never meets Ginny, or they'll be starting a Hayden Potter fan club,"

Harry snarled "His name is Creevey, Weasel,"

"And it's not me he's really interested in. Harry is," Hayden paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he begin thinking of ways to shift all of his fans onto his twin "I wonder if I could get Ginny obsessed with you as well,"

"Don't try it Hay!"

Before their conversation could go any further, the door burst open and Lockhart strolled in. He was dressed and styled immaculately, which was complete BS as Harry knew that his little 'trip' had ruffled the mans hair and creased his robes, at the very least, not to mention that he must have bruised his face when he decided to get to know the cobblestone more familiarly. That he was looked completely 'handsome'; according to the girls giggles when he flashed the class a bright smile; meant that at the very least, he'd stopped and used a window to make himself 'presentable' or, more likely, he'd learned a spell to do that for him. The man seemed vain enough to do something like that. As for the bruising; which from a fall as hard as Lockharts must already be beginning to show up; Harry suspected that had been covered with a glamour. He doubted the man had enough skill to perform a healing spell correctly.

Lockhart cleared his throat and silence fell, the last hushed whispers fading away to nothing, though Harry was half tempted to start conjuring random animal noise's just to disrupt their teachers routine. In the end, the young Trickster protege decided it would be more trouble than it was worth. He could wait for a better opportunity. Lockhart reached forward, picked up Fay's copy of Travels with Trolls, and held it up to show his own, winking portrait on the front. He held the book next to his own head and allowed the students to compare the portrait to the 'real thing'.

{We've been in this class less than a minute and we already want to drive him into insanity}

{We want to drive everyone into insanity}

{Not everyone: we like Terry and Hayden. Dri's already insane so he doesn't count}

~Thanks for not wanting to make me as mad as you are~

"Me," he said, pointing at it and winking as well. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most- Charming-Smile Award - but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!" He waited for them to laugh; a few people smiled weakly. The girls, despite that embarrassing display, still stared dreamily at the ponce. Harry noticed Terry rolling his eyes. He himself had known the man was a fraud given the fact that the Bandon Banshee was not even real and was instead one of Harry's own illusion's, being used to torment the hairy chinned witch, Desmera Runcorn. He'd dissipated it after he felt her torment had gone on long enough (meaning he got bored) and allowed her to think she's banished it.

Imagine their surprise when the book 'Break with a Banshee' came out six months later and he found Lady Runcorn in the insane ward of St Mungo's, with absolutely no memory.

Harry hadn't actually mentioned Lockhart's falsehood to anyone else, since it was far more fun to watch them figure it out themselves. Terry, it seemed, had already clocked on.

~By the way, do you guys know you keep saying we, even when it should be I or you~

{Huh. We might want to be careful with the pronouns then}

~Whats a pronoun?~

{Something you use instead of a noun}

~I never went to muggle school, I don't know what a noun is~

{So how did you know how to read and write?}

~Mum taught me~

{That how all purebloods learn}

~Most of them yeah~

{The Diggory's don't. But Hayden's half-blood, not a pureblood. I know half-blood's usually go to primary school}

~I'm from an old, important, pureblood family. Most half-blood's do go to school in the Muggle world, but some wizarding parents like to stick to at least some pureblood tradition. But anyway: a pronoun, what is it?~

{You just used one!}

~I did?~

{'It' is a pronoun!}

~What is?~

{Arrgh! Christ!}

Lockhart continued, unaware of the mental conversation that made Harry nearly throttle Hayden. "I see you've all bought a complete set of my books -well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about, just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in -"

He strode through the room, dropping two pages of parchment (one double sided) in front of each student When he had handed out the test papers he returned to the front of the class and said, "You have thirty minutes - start - now!"

Harry looked down at his paper and read:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart 's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

On and on it went, over three sides of parchment, right down to:

34. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

Harry glanced over the questions and facepalmed dramatically, Gabriel mimicking the motion in his head. He could hear Dri groaning in frustration at the thought of yet another useless teacher in what he'd thought would be the most exciting class. While the DADA curse had still been in place during Sirius' time in the castle, they, at least, had been taught by competent teachers. It was almost as if Dumbledore was deliberately trying to make sure that this generation was defenseless.

{This generation? Or just Hayden specifically?}

{The latter, most likely}

Half an hour later, Lockhart called time on his quiz and began to collect them in. Harry was quite proud with his answers. He'd had a lot of fun writing them while the rest of the class dutifully got on with their work. He couldn't wait until Lockhart collected them in and read over his. Though in order to avoid getting in trouble for them, he'd written his name down before switching that section of parchment with the same part from another person's, leaving their name on his masterpiece. It didn't matter. His smug grin would tell all of Hogwarts whose quiz was really his. The answers themselves might have given his identity away to anyone who even vaguely knew him:

1. Sickly yellow, the colour of the memory charm

2. To lose his virginity

3. Managing to avoid the title 'Biggest Fraud of the Year'

Finally, after all the other equally pointless questions, Harry's final answer read 34) March 8, and he would like a mirror to look at himself in.

"Tut, tut - hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year with the Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully - I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples - though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky!"

He gave them another roguish wink. Ron was now staring at Lockhart with an expression of disbelief on his face; Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who were sitting in front, were shaking with silent laughter. Neville didn't seem all that surprised, though Harry had always suspected the Lady Augusta did not subscribe to wasted paper like the Prophet or Lockharts books. Hayden, Terry and Dri all seemed to be planning their own self study programs already. The Gryffindor girls were practically drooling at the sight of the wizard, while the Ravenclaws and Hermione were listening to Lockhart with rapt attention and the bushy haired girl gave a start when he mentioned her name.

". . . but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions - good girl! In fact" - he flipped her paper over - "full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised a trembling hand.

"Excellent!" beamed Lockhart. "Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor!" He flipped to the final quiz and suddenly went very still. His face alternatively paled to a pasty white and reddened in anger, humiliation or shock or perhaps some unholy combination of all three.

The student's were muttering to each other, wondering what it was that the man had red that was causing such a reaction. and who's quiz it was that had done it. Terry, Hayden and Dri were staring expectantly at Harry, though the Black heir was grinning as well. Hermione shot him disapproving looks.

"Where...where is Adrian Black," Dri's smile dropped. Lockhart angrily continued "Class dismissed, Black you have detention. I'll tell you when,"

With that, Lockhart stormed up the steps into his office, leaving the class to turn to their friends as they left the room for their now free period. As they made their way either to the common rooms, the library or wherever else they had decided to go, Harry could hear them muttering theories on what it was that could cause such a reaction from such a hero. Dri, Harry could see, had developed a tic above his left eye and was currently glaring at him. Hayden glanced between the two of them before cracking up and letting out a gale of laughter at his Godbrother's expense.

"Any reason why you're dropping me in it with Lockhart on our very first class," Dri growled.

"Just making sure you know who the real King is around here," Harry shot back, idly twirling his prankster crown around his index finger. Terry laughed at that, too.

Dri smirked, surprisingly. And the smirk worried Harry a lot. It was the same smirk he'd seen over the top of a prank plan many times before. The same one he knew to give Snape at the beginning of every potions lesson to make the man so paranoid and distracted that he forgot to pick on Hayden or Harry. Everyone who had two brain cells between their ears feared that smile far more than the sight of Sirius and the Weasley twins discussing something together. Harry prided himself on being smart, especially when compared to other wizards; present company and a few other excluded. He was going to fear that smirk and be careful with everything he did from now on. Dri was looking for retribution and Harry knew he had a plan.

That evening, Terry, Jesse and Harry once again joined their compatriots at the Gryffindor table. Jesse ended up dropping into a seat next to Colin; who seemed to not get on very well with his year mates; and was soon discussing their lessons. Jesse had encountered Snape in a classroom for the first time after separating from the group following the incident in the courtyard. He'd acted pretty much as normally as one could expect from the man. He was vindictive and cruel to the Hufflepuff's; making one small girl cry; and barely tolerant (yet still insulting) to Jesse's dorm mates and female equivalents. Colin on the other hand, had an astronomy lesson scheduled for that night, and so had had a free before dinner. He'd spent it exploring the castle, discovering a room perfect for developing pictures on the seventh floor, already stocked with guides and equipment. The problem was he was having trouble finding it again.

"I'll take a look tomorrow, if you want. See if I can't help you find it again. Harry can help," Terry offered, to muttered protests from Harry. One set of puppy eyes from Terry though, and he was clearing his schedule for his free periods tomorrow. Hayden smiled at him in a knowing way that did nothing but increase his confusion. In fact, everyone (including the two first years in the group) were giving them looks. Jesse looked annoyed for some reason; Colin looked speculative; the Twins were smirking their imp smiles, while Dri petulantly handed them a Galleon. Hermione looked completely exasperated. Terry blushed when he took in their gazes.

Harry was just confused.

Dri gave Lee and the Twins a grin, before turning to Harry.

"So, why exactly are you carrying that hat around with you?"

"Why not?"

"Why not?" Dri barked "Because you'd look like a clown in it!"

"I would not," Harry replied in outraged indignation {How dare this mutt question our looks. We'd make anything work!}

{Um, Harry?}

"You would mate. It doesn't suit you,"

"Anything suits me!"

"Then prove it, oh handsome one,"

{I really don't think...}

"Fine!" and with that Harry pulled out the cap that Anna had sent him that morning. It was just a cap, he didn't see why Dri would think he wouldn't be able to pull the look off. He'd worn caps before and he could literally snap his fingers to make his clothing and hair match. {Oh well. I'm about to show him!}. He put the cap on.

He instantly regretted it. He could literally feel the changes rushing across his body. His hair changed to a flashing neon green that he couldn't seem to get rid off, even with his metamorphmagus ability or magic (it was too crowded to try their Grace. There had been an actual poof of smoke (bright pink in colour) and he was suddenly coated in some sort of sticky oil like substance. He had a suspicion about where this turn of events was going. A suspicion that was confirmed by Fred and George pulled a sack of feathers out from under the table and emptying it over his head. The cornetto cone Dri attached to Harry's face with a sticking charm and changed to orange with a colour changing charm completed the look.

{They actually managed to get us with a prank}

Dri had been targeting them like an angel seeking missile ever since he and Hayden had pinned him with the blame for telling Alice about sex {Its not even like we told her what it was, we just mentioned the word} The dark haired boy had seemed to decide revenge was a dish best served cold. However, he hadn't had much success. It seemed he'd gotten frustrated enough to pull the Weasley twins in on his plans, and potentially others too. Dri was now smirking in a manner that was far too smug for Harry's liking, while the others decided that laughing was the best cause of death to have. Hayden was the worst. (~HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA! Suck that, bitch. 'Bout time someone took YOU down a peg! Ha!~) because they could hear him both out loud, and in their head. Actually, Harry noticed that the entire room was laughing, including a few teachers (not counting most of the Slytherins of course. They were much too proud to be laughing so raucously)

"Seems like the King just got usurped," Dri drawled confidently.

Playing along with him, and being over dramatic for better entertainment, Harry clutched a hand over his heart and collapsed to his knees taking deep gasping breaths "I've been betrayed by my own minions. Traitors!"

"It would only have been treason..." Twin number 1 began.

"...if we had lost," finished the other.

"Oh the horror!" Harry cried. Colin was muffling his laughter in Jesse's shoulder.

"We'll be taking our crown, thank you, your fallen highness,"

"Hayden!" Harry called just before Dri took the aforementioned crown; Hayden being shocked at being dragged into the scene; tossing the item to his twin "I name you my heir. Destroy the serpents!"

Harry let himself pirouette to the fall and act dead. In unison, Dri, Fred, George and Lee turned to look at Hayden. He twitched nervously, chuckling a little and rubbing the back of his neck. When they began to advance, matching evil smirks adorning their faces, he tossed the crown onto the table, held up his hands and yelled "I abdicate!"

The quartet paused at that for a moment, trying to decipher if they really could succeed in their coup d'etat so easily. They seemed to think so, because Dri; after the briefest hesitation; reached forward and grasped the crown, smiling insanely. The hall could see the expression of triumph on his face as he stared at the golden piece. He'd been a joint ruler of the Hogwarts Prank Kingdom once, before his co-King had turned his sights on the black haired boy. Now he had the chance to rule as the King of Pranks in his own right. And he had managed to get one over on the seemingly invincible Harry Gabriel. Victory was within his grasp.

"Not so fast, Black," Lee said over the silence of the Great Hall (bar the muffled, choking laughs)

"Yes, Lee?" Dri questioned.

"You've had your chance and you missed dozens of times. Why should you get that crown when Harry would still have it if not for us," Fred demanded imperiously.

"Indeed," continued George flawlessly "I think it's clear I should be crowned,"

"Oh quite definitely, my less handsome twin...wait, what? You? I think it should be me. I gathered the feathers to begin with!"

"But it was I who acquired the rest of the supplies, and I who made sure the feathers were in place," George returned with a sly smile, very fox like in it's appearance.

"It was my plan and my owl. I put a dear friend in perilous harm to achieve this. I want that crown," Lee joined in, making many enjoy the spectacle even more.

"I was the one who did the spellwork. None of you would have even tried if not for me," Dri barked, drawing his wand.

As the debate went on, Harry removed all traces of feather and oil from his body and slipped into the seat next to Hayden. He couldn't convince his hair to stop flashing between green and silver, as it had started to do a minute or two previously, but he has mostly recovered himself from the effects of the prank. He could see the hall getting even more amused by the paint spell war that had broken out. McGonagall was sitting rigidly and looked disapproved and Filch skulked around in the corner in anger, but Dumbledore had ignored their concerns and continued eating whilst watching.

"Good job on causing a civil war in vengeance for me, brother,"

"No problem, Har,"

"Master" Sal hissed from inside Harry's robes.

"Yes, my slithery friend?" he replied

"You have forgotten your mission for the night, Master,"

"Don't call me master," he mumbled in the snake tongue, wondering what his familiar was talking about. Then it hit him "Hayden," he said, catching his brother's attention as well as that of Terry and Hermione (and Neville, but Harry still wasn't counting him as a friend) "Keep your eye on the staff table. We're about to get even more entertainment,"

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Crowley lounged in his seat, a large tumbler of a well dated brandy held loosely in his right hand. His plate sat empty and untouched in front of him. If he wanted to eat, he'd find some blood from a 'donor', not this human food that sat upon the table. Though he couldn't deny that the food quality had increased exponentially over the last few hundred years. It seemed to be one of the few aspects of the Wizarding World that kept up to date with the non-magical.

The King of Hell had decided that a break was in order. He had trusted demons handling things in Hell, which he had secured enough that he felt safe leaving it in the hands of his underlings. There was no one left to challenge his rule, anyway. No one who could try to claim his throne. He was the most powerful demon still living and he was the boss now. His minions understood that, something he'd made sure of before he left. His appointment had been a last minute one. Albus had accepted his appointment to the staff in exchange for five extra years on the contract that would have come due three weeks before this year's Halloween. Albus' initial contract had been made in mid October 1981 and thus his soul should have been collected last year, but Albus' promise to destroy the Philosopher's Stone had convinced him to grant another year. The man had fulfilled his side of the bargain immediately and placed a fake replica in the Mirror of Erised instead. And now another five years for a new teacher and subject.

Crowley; along with the other teachers; watched the rebellion and following civil war within the ranks of the New Marauders, most with amusement shining in their eyes, the half goblin especially. The half giant and the one with the vegetable name (He'd call her Broccoli) also seemed quite amused. The redhead looked happy but sad at the same time, and if that didn't confuse his stone cold heart then Crowley didn't know what did.

"Dinner entertainment," he commented idly, sounding quite amused by the display.

"Yes, I suppose it is," the redhead said forlornly.

"Don't seem to be enjoying it love," he mentioned, his cockney accent heavy "Perhaps you'd like a different kind of entertainment then?"

"I'm married with three kids. I'm not interested."

Slightly disappointed that she rejected him with such steadfast conviction and a glint in her emerald eye that had him nervously shifting away, he glanced up and down the table and looked for something else to do. He found his answer as he observed Lockhart become a bright, eye watering shade of magenta. His skin was pigmented with the colour. His now snow white hair was thick and greasy and receding along his hairline while his stomach became more and more pronounced. The word FRAUD was spelled out along his forehead in huge yellow spots that must be visible from even the very back of the hall. His teeth grew and forced each other out of place, making his smile not so perfect anymore, and a large mole was present on the side of his nose.

Seeing everyone's eyes on him; most of the girls (and some boys) gasping in shock, with most males snickering into their hands; Lockhart pulled a handheld mirror out of his pocket and his eyes widened at the sight of himself. He let out a pitiful whimper, but only screamed when his hair spontaneously caught on fire and ignited in a burst of bright blue flames. He looked quite like Hades from that animated Hercules movie Disney had made. The man leapt out of his seat to the viscous laughter of the more sensible students and proceeded to run along the side of the room like an utter moron. Half way down the hall, a suit of armor's leg shot out and tripped the ponce, sending his face into the now extended shield wielding left arm of another suit.

He hit the ground with a thud.

As the school nurse rushed to the fallen man, intending on taking him to the hospital wing, Crowley smirked "I wasn't expecting act two,"

Lily Potter stayed silent, mouth agape as she stared at her younger son, laughing with his friends. She knew it was him. She was shocked by how cruel he was, uncaring about the pain he must have been inflicted. She wondered if James and Harry knew how alike they were in that regard. Neither considered their pranks potentially harm and pain, only humor.

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The rest of the week flew by. The lessons were much the same as they had been the year before: tediously dull. He'd kept himself occupied by working to reclaim his crown and playing havoc with Lockhart's sanity via a constant stream of pranks. Before Harry knew it he was standing outside the door of Crowley's office, half an hour before he was due in the man's class. The demon had sent him a copy of his timetable so that the young Trickster could find a suitable time to bring Jesse for a visit. It made his skin crawl to bring his 'friend' into the presence of one of the most dangerous demon's in existence, but frankly, he'd rather get it over with rather than piss Crowley off and accidentally push him towards more forceful actions.

He knocked on the door and gave a reassuring nod to door creaked as it swung open and Harry's mind provided him with the image of some dilapidated crypt like room. What he was not expecting was the velvet red couch and armchair's around a mahogany table in front of a plasma playing black and white repeats of romance films. There were expensive curtains hung above his window and a rug from the ancient Persian empire set out on the floor. A small dining table made of a polished red wood, the same as the floorboards {Hogwarts doesn't have floorboards!}, was to the right with a few chairs around it. A door stood opposite the entry way, likely leading to Crowley's room's, not that he'd ever use it.

The abomination himself was sipping blood out of an IV bag while he dabbed his eyes with a tissue as he gazed at the flick he had on.

"Got a drink for me?" Harry called, refusing to deal with Crowley (especially in this state) without one.

The demon motioned to the selection of drinks he had lined up on a counter to the left. Harry selected a drink and proceeded to pour himself a glass. Crowley clicked a button on the remote and the screen went black. He stood up and straightened his suit, smoothing out the crease's he'd developed in it whilst lounging around his office.

"Wings," Crowley greeted him "Kangaroo,"

Jesse stiffened, deducing quickly that Crowley knew where he had been. Harry tensed too, preparing his fight or fight instinct to do what it was supposed to.

{Sometimes its a pity I don't seem to have a flight mode}

{Yeah, sometimes. Like whenever you get hurt...}

~Which is all the time~

{...Gang up on me why don't you}

"Oh relax," Crowley brushed off their worry "I only found out when I heard a contact mention your name entering England. I traced your journey back to Australia."

Crowley dropped into one of the armchairs, and motioned for them to take a seat. Harry reluctantly sat in the other, with Jesse taking a perched seat of the corner of the couch, on the end closest to Harry. Crowley rolled his eyes and gave them a look of mock hurt at their actions and obvious distrust of him. The older man settled into his chair, lounging lazily and observing the pair of them with narrowed eyes. Harry stared him down. Crowley was trying to intimidate him, and he wasn't going to back down. Jesse was shifting uncomfortably, which was ironic considering he was easily the strongest person in the room.

Eventually, after minutes of uncomfortable silence, Crowley spoke "So, you two are going to be in my classes this year. I want a guarantee that I'm not going to be smited by the holy smiter over here or worse. Who knows what you can do to me, little cambion,"

"Don't patronize me," Jesse snarled "Why should I let you keep walking,"

"You have my word, I will not harm either of you" Crowley drawled "I'm a crossroad demon. We have to be professional about things like this. When we give our word, we keep it,"

"I've hear that before," Harry murmured, earning him a snide look from his future teacher.

"But you'd harm someone right. Maybe not right away, but you'd make deals with the kids too young to realize how short ten years is," Jesse continued, acting as though he hadn't heard Harry.

Crowley seemed nervous now that Jesse was standing, and started to allow his power to seep out. He had wanted to discuss a "you leave me alone, I leave you alone" pact with the angel and the antichrist, but it seemed as though that would no longer be possible. He was about to teleport to his class to escape the wrath of the eleven year old, when Harry spoke up.

"We'll let you operate as you please within the wizarding world. If you adhere to my demands," Harry spoke slowly, making sure his words made their point.

"Harry!"

"What demands?" Crowley asked reasonably.

"There's some people I want dead. The Headmaster has certain wards on them. They physically cannot be touched by any with malicious intent," Harry explained

"We can't do this," Jesse cried, outraged. But Harry wasn't listening. He'd tried to get his revenge in the past. Marge wasn't included in those protections and she'd suffered for it. Any dog she bred had come out malformed and weak (Harry wasn't cruel and didn't force them to live such a pitiful and painful existence for very long). Her bulldog Ripper was long dead and his corpse followed her (invisible to all others), trying to chase her up tree's much like the damn creature had done to him once, when he was so weak he couldn't harm the bloody thing because of his stupid morals. At least they were gone now. Last he checked, Marge had been committed to an Asylum and was still there, her mind having snapped from years of constant attack, humiliation, paranoia and stress. He'd delivered his justice onto Marge Dursley, but Petunia, Dudley and Vernon had been out of his reach. Until now. He'd be damned before he let Jesse keep this from him.

{Let's do it} They were blocking Hayden out deliberately. They didn't want him to know about this.

{No more waiting. They die}

"What do you want me to do?" Crowley asked needlessly; he already knew. He just wanted to hear the words.

"Kill them. One at a time, and slowly. Vernon first. Then Dudley. Then my Aunt. Leave her to last, so she can see her family ripped away from her. So that she can watch as her perfect life come crumbling down around her. And before she dies," he paused, trying to put his thoughts into coherent words "make sure she knows why. Tell her Harry Gabriel sends his regards,"

"Where?"

Jesse turned to Harry, eyes filled with tears, as he desperately tried to stop him from going through with it. He tried to appeal to the compassionate Harry that he had seen during the boy's interaction with his friends. With Hayden. With Terry, more than anyone else. Despite Jesse's initial feelings, he had come to appreciate having Harry as a friend over the past week. He'd realized that he wasn't as bad as Jesse had thought he would be. He begged "Please, Harry, don't. Don't do it, you don't have to.

"Number 4, Privet Drive in Surrey," he spoke loudly and clearly. Jesse's face fell.

Later, Harry was sitting in the RE classroom, his year mates from all four house's around him. Terry was shooting his trembling frame worried looks, and he could feel Hayden's own worry across their mental connection. But Harry tuned all of that out. He was staring blankly at the desk in front of him, his mind playing over the events in the hallway outside Crowley's office after he and their new teacher had sealed their deal with a kiss. Jesse had looked at him aghast, his eyes full of shock and betrayal, the two emotions smothering the others that Harry could make out in the first year's eyes: sadness, disappointment and anger.

"What have you done?" he'd asked "What have you done?"

"Justice" had been his answer

"That's not justice. That's murder. They're your family, your blood. They may not be innocent but they don't deserve to die. Christ, Harry one of them is boy your age!"

Harry just shrugged "Not my problem,"

Tears fell "Bastard," the word was spat, as if it was as foul as he himself was in Jesse's eyes. The look on Jesse's face though made it clear that word was nowhere near good enough to describe the boy's thought on him at the moment

Harry let out a bitter, mirthless chuckle "Yeah, I am. You should have remembered who I was Jess. Should have remembered what I am."

"No," Jesse shook his head and wiped tears away "YOU should have remembered who you were. Who you really are. The person you are beneath the Trickster,"

With that he'd left. The person he was beneath the Trickster. Jesse didn't know what he was talking about. That Harry was weak. The Harry from before he embraced his powers; the Harry who would want to help people, who would just take whatever hand he was dealt; was a weak, pitiful fool and he was dead. Harry Potter was dead. Harry Gabriel was strong and he was about to get revenge. {After all this time I finally get revenge. I'm getting revenge! You know how long we've waited for this} He did not get a response instantly. When Gabriel did reply, he sounded hesitant and concerned.

{Whatever happens, I'm with you. You know that, and I'm all for teaching people their lessons. But don't let revenge drag you too far in}

With that, he retreated into the back of their mind, just in time for them to focus on Crowley's lesson.

It had been about angels. He'd explained the concept of religion and the idea behind it as an opener, before he explained (in short) the story of creation. The demon gave a surprisingly accurate account of how God created everything, including the first humans. Following this, he'd informed them (for the sake of the students not familiar with Christianity) that God created the angels, the oldest four of which made up the Archangels: Michael, Lucifer, Raphael and Gabriel. He taught that angels did not all stay in Heaven as God's soldiers/children. He told of how Lucifer disobeyed God and was cast out of Heaven for it, after which he'd taken and corrupted Lilith (the first woman), the wife of Adam (the first man) into a demon; the first demon from which all others descended. He'd finished the lesson by offering a five points per name to anyone who could name an angel not specifically mentioned in the lesson. Hermione got Uriel. Hayden got Castiel. No one else got any. So Harry won fifty points for his house by naming Samandriel, Zachariah, Balthazar, Metatron, Gadreel, Ezekiel, Naomi, Anna, Joshua and Bartholomew. He was particularly popular for earning them that many points in one go.

The students only had positive things to say about the class. They found Crowley's snarky attitude to be a refreshing change compared to the other teachers in the school: McGonagall was stern and strict but fair. Flitwick was fun and excitable. Sprout was kind and caring. Snape was cruel and spiteful. Crowley made jokes and gave people nicknames; like Dri was 'Dog' and Hayden was 'Llama' for some reason. He had made the lessons interesting and their assigned reading material was not the bible; as Hermione and several other Muggleborns had believed; but instead a large set of thin paperback fiction novels called Supernatural by Carver Edlund. Despite the terrifying aura he possessed, which could make any one in Hogwarts (bar three people) cower in fear, he was well liked despite not making any effort to make himself so.

Harry, though, didn't share their fondness of the demon and he wasn't the only one. Theo Nott had pieced together that Crowley was the demon after he had flinched when Malfoy had knocked over the Hunters bag and his rock salt shells fell out. He'd picked them up before anyone other than Harry and Crowley had seen, but Theo had seen their Professors flinch. Hayden knew what he was and didn't trust him on principle. Malfoy was mouthing off about being taught by a 'mudblood', and Hermione was harping on about how 'half of what he taught isn't even correct according to the bible' and that 'these books are just stories and they won't benefit our education at all'. Lucifer. He had been growing to like the girl but she was driving him insane.

{Leave it to those who we there to say what's right and wrong}

Regardless; despite their agreement, Harry did not trust him. And he would make sure his friends were ready to deal with whatever came their way.

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A few nights later, the Weasley Twins, Adrian Black, Lee Jordan, Terry Boot and Colin Creevey awoke to find themselves in some sort of training room. There was a rack of weapons lined up against one wall, fitness equipment along another. There was some sort of large, square cage set up in the middle of the room (unknown to them, it was an upgrade of the simple square fighting area Hayden had trained in). At one end of the room, there was a huge glass case; wall to wall, floor to ceiling. The other end had a door right in the middle, surrounded by a dangerous looking climbing wall. Shooting targets were set up in a roped off area, a magically warded corner contained a set of top of the range potions equipment and there was a dueling platform next to the fighting cage.

What really caught their attention was the two brothers, duking it out within the cage.

Both were shirtless and drenched in sweat, to which Terry blushed furiously and ducked his head, to the amusement of all of those that were there. Harry was wearing navy blue jeans, faded and ripped at the knee's with black DM boots and grey fingerless gloves with a thin metal casing over the knuckles adorned his hands. His light hair was slightly longer than normal and kept out of his face with a dark blue headband. Hayden was wearing the same footwear but had combined it with black combat trousers. His hair had gotten long enough to tie it back at the base of his neck and it shone when the light hit it right, creating a colour similar to fire. He wore a hand wrap on both hands to protect and support his wrists and hands while fighting.

The assembled group couldn't help but stare as Hayden launched viscous attacks that all failed to break through his twins defense. Hayden must have been about 4"9 by this point and yet despite the four inches he had over Harry, his height was giving no advantages and neither was his larger body. Harry nimbly ducked and weaved his way between Hayden's flying fist with ease. Harry was of course retaliating with none damaging but yet painful hits to point out the weak spots in Hayden's own defense.

Harry never managed to hit the same place twice.

Eventually, though, the fight ended when Harry dropped to the ground and swept his legs along the floor taking Hayden's out from under him. Hayden hit the ground on his back, hard enough to knock the air out of him. As he lay wheezing to try and get air back into his lungs, Harry elegantly got to his foot and offered a hand out to his brother, who took it gratefully. Despite his small stature, Harry was able to pull the quite a bit larger Hayden to his feet without any visible effort.

As Hayden picked up a bottle of water and took a few large mouthfuls, Harry exited the cage and made his way over to them.

"Welcome to the training room compartment in my trunk," he greeted with a grin.

Sighing, Dri indulgently asked "And why are we in your trunk Harry?"

"To train," Harry told them bluntly "You're my friends and I want you to be able to protect yourselves. The DADA course at Hogwarts is useless and the other subjects; aside from Charms; rarely teach us anything we can use in defense of our selves in a fight for our lives. So we're going to get ourselves ready for war. And war is coming; Voldemort won't stop until he's alive again fully and when he is, we'll need to fight,"

Hayden spoke up "If you don't want to do this you won't need to. We won't force you,"

They all agreed. They'd all heard the story about how Professor Quirrel had Voldemort's spirit attached to his head, and none of them wanted to be caught unprepared if he ever came back; something they now knew as a distinct, and very likely, possibility. Harry directed the Twins to the dueling platform where he set up two magical training dummies. They would fight back on the same skill level as their opponent unless deliberately set higher or lower. Harry left them in default form and told the twins to skim through a pile of books he'd taken from the Potter and Black libraries for any curses, hex's, jinxes, charms or other type of spell that might be useful in a battle and then to test them out.

Lee was directed to the blades and told to practice against another training dummy; this one conjured by Harry himself; that would teach the dreadlocked boy how to use the weapon of his choice effectively. It would be similar to how Hayden learned, but not as traumatizing (as Lee would not be in an actual fight, nor would he be in danger from anything more than a few bruises) or as fast.

Harry sent Dri into the cage to practice against Hayden so that they could see where he stood in terms of speed, physical strength, agility, skill and endurance.

Colin was lead across to the shooting range. Handing him a compound bow that was only just within the boys capabilities to use (the smallest Harry had), the Trickster instructed the Photographer to try an hit the targets. He didn't do badly, but there was nothing spectacular in his skill. The bow was too big for him to use with any accuracy, especially given Colin's naturally slight body type. Harry decided that though he had a little skill with the bow, Colin's skill would be better honed with a slightly easier to use weapon. He had two hand to hand fighters in Dri and Hayden (plus himself) he had a scout in Lee, his skills in commentating being useful for that. He had some capable duelers and powerful wizards with the Weasley twins and the others weren't exactly slouch's with spells either. He needed range. Someone who could use a weapon at a decent distance.

So he handed Colin a Horton Scout HD 125 Crossbow with a magically enchanted scope on it. The sight had a variable zoom mode and was able to identify magical creatures (who appeared with a blue outline) from muggles (a green outline instead of blue) and wizards (with a red outline). Plus, Harry had a specially designed quiver based of Hawk-eye's in the Avengers movie. A wrist pad would control what type of arrow tip was placed onto the each bolt while it was in the quiver. Though the special arrows could stay in storage for now. Colin did in fact prove to be a better shot with the crossbow, and Harry told him to keep at it and then move onto a handgun (loaded with blanks) when he felt comfortable.

Terry was the last. Harry led him to the firing range and ran him through the basic's. He was struggling with the recoil a lot, and the result was a lot of wasted bullets. {Oh well. I can be patient}

{Not usually you can't}

{Yeah but it's Terry. He's my brother}

{No he's not. We both know that he's not. You don't feel that way about him}

Harry didn't respond.

Two hours later, Harry called time. Everyone had done fairly well, all things considered.

"Alright, if you want to come back you're more than welcome to. If not, tell me now," he paused and waited, but nobody spoke against him. He smiled slightly "Okay, we didn't do bad today, not for a first time. This isn't something that you'll just get instantly. It took Hayden half a year of very intense training to get to where he is now,"

"How intense?" Colin piped up

"Hours and hours every night from March until now," Hayden answered.

"I think I'll take the long way," Dri said, blanching at the thought of going through that every night. He was nursing a pretty bad set of bruise's all over his body. He resolved to never ever piss off the Potter twins.

"Give it a year or two, and you'll be better fighters than 90% of the Wizarding World," Hayden said, confident in his statement after observing the sorry physical level of the adults in his world.

"Why, though. I mean I get the need for diversity but physical combat is useless is we get taken out by a spell," Terry asked, the statement more of a question

Harry and Hayden exchanged a look.

{Should we tell them?}

~I don't know. How would they take it?~

{Not badly I don't think. They seem like a good lot}

~It's the Weasley's I'm worried about. Dri too. They're the purebloods of the group~

{But they're all quite liberal, and they trust you both. I say go for it}

~It's your call, little brother~

One look at Terry and Harry knew what his answer would be {Screw it, I'm telling them}

"I've been in touch with Davren Boot. We've been using a two way mirror to develop a ward that kills a wizard or witches magic so long as they're in the designated area," Harry said to the shock of the group.

"M-my uncle? B-but why would he want something like that?"

"You want to steal magic? Are you insane. Magic is who we are, it's everything a magical person is!" Dri yelled his pureblood heritage coming through

"You'd better..."

"...have a very good explanation for this, Harry"

"I do," he said simply, silencing them all "Even without Voldemort, the Pureblood Elitist Faction is gaining more and more power. More influence, more control. Sooner or later, they'll take a step too far. They'll make a move, probably to try to take rights away from the muggleborns and when they do it'll be all out war,"

Hayden picked up where Harry left off "Unless we force them to make that move at a time of our choosing, and then we stop it from being a war. We win automatically. We activate that ward and the Purebloods lose their magic,"

"Most muggleborns who leave the Wizarding World can't get a decent job back in the muggle world and wind up in the army," Harry continued "I've been in contact with them. If we need them, they're ready,"

"Our side doesn't need magic to fight a war. Theirs does, though, and if we take that away from them, the war is done before it even begins,"

By now their selected A-Team was nodding along with the idea. They could see the Purebloods doing something stupid like that, and they knew that those who had stood against Voldemort would rise against such an action. A third wizarding war in a century would be disastrous. Harry's idea had merit and though none of them trusted him with that sort of power, they knew that Hayden would keep his twin in check. By the time they left, they were fully on board.

"One last thing," Harry had said before letting them go "No matter what he offers you, or what he says, Do Not Trust Crowley. If you ever listen to me, listen now and don't trust him. Never, ever be alone with him, and never make a deal with him"

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It was early the next day when Hayden bumped into Jesse in the corridor on the way to the Great Hall. He'd been curious as to why the boy hadn't been there the night before. He knew, of course, that as a Cambion Jesse could take care of himself, but he'd presumed Harry would have brought him along anyway. More than that he was curious as to where Jesse had been for the past four days. He'd vanished on the day of the second year's first RE lesson.

"You and Harry started training the others last night," there was no question there, Hayden knew, and didn't bother to ask how Jesse knew that.

"Yeah, why?"

"He give the warning about not trusting Crowley, right?" the boy glanced up and down the hallways "I need to give you another warning. Do not put your trust in Harry. He's not the person you think he is," with that, Jesse disappeared.

Hayden didn't know what to make of that. He didn't known what had happened between the Cambion and his twin but he wasn't sure he wanted to be in the middle of it. Besides which, Harry was his twin. Of course he trusted him, and he would continue to do so regardless of what Jesse had said. Hayden went about his day as normal. Harry was acting normally (or whatever normal was for the maniac) and Hayden felt himself release a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he arrived back at the common room that night. Despite his continued faith in Harry, he'd had a bad feeling ever since Jesse's warning and as he made his way upstairs into his dorm, he allowed himself to feel relief that nothing bad had happened.

That good feeling lasted until he saw a folded up muggle newspaper lying on his bed. It was a special edition of a Surrey local newspaper, dated for today. When he saw the headline, his blood ran cold.

Oh no, no, no, no! God, Harry what have you done?

VERNON DURSLEY MURDERED! WIFE AND SON TRAUMATIZED!

That's it for today. Cya next time Yozza out!