Harry Potter: Otherworld
Convenient Delays
***No own no sue. ***
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I will keep a running list of male to female names as characters are introduced at the end of each chapter.
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Despite what many children, and adults for that matter, were led to believe Hogwarts was not impenetrable. Magic was complicated, Wards even more so. While the primary entrances, and school grounds, were protected by a complex system of protections there were always ways around them. Secret passages that either weren't, or even couldn't be included in the spells woven around the castle. And, of course, exceptions had to be made.
Portkeys could be designed to bypass the defenses and Floo travel was virtually unhindered. Then there were the objects that could permit someone normally not allowed to walk upon the grounds.
Press permits, Auror badges, Government Identifications could all get through.
Even worse were the days in which the school was opened to parents and guardians alike to visit their children.
Remi sighed as she walked down the hallways of her youth. So much had changed since then, and yet so little. The Magical world had always been a dangerous one, filled with so many unseen horrors and monsters that it was surprising humans were ever able to survive in it.
She herself was living proof, attacked by a werewolf at such a young age, yet she had survived. A voice, the same one she tried so hard to suppress growled about how all she did was survive. Moving from one job to the next, one town to the next. She didn't hunt, didn't prowl the streets or wilderness for victims, didn't give in to any of the darker urges.
She was alive, but not truly living.
The witch shook her head, banishing thoughts as before, and returned herself to the present situation. It had been nothing short of a miracle that none of those attacked had been seriously injured and Remi intended to ensure it stayed that way.
While the curse could only be passed on during a 'natural' transformation during the full moon, there existed more than one artificial means of causing the shift.
Regardless, step one was to find all the old secret passages she had discovered because of her own desperation during school and at the very least secure them if not completely seal them off.
Next, an early warning system would need to be installed, something to alert anyone present should a lycanthrope approach the school in any manner. Just because they were most dangerous while transformed did not mean they lacked the capacity to do harm while in their normal appearance.
"Everything okay?"
She just about jumped out of her skin at the sudden voice behind her, spinning in place, heart pounding, ears already alert for any potential threats, and fingers curling for want of either her wand or a weapon. It was just a boy though, a young student who had managed to sneak up on her due to her own carelessness and drifting thoughts.
With a mental curse at her own ineptitude, because how was she supposed to help safeguard others if she couldn't even notice someone walking up behind her, she addressed the boy she had come to know was the 'hero' of the school.
Harry Potter
"Yes, yes of course I was just going over my plans for the morning."
His eyes, the most piercing green she had ever beheld, studied her, seemingly ripping through her defenses and exposing her in a way she couldn't quite fathom. "Well, you should start with breakfast. I can never think on an empty stomach."
She had considered it, but there were likely students already in the Great Hall and while her presence wasn't exactly a secret it was still better to keep her distance to avoid being called out or scaring anyone with her disease.
"Ah, right, well I will head down to the kitchens and grab something soon." He stood unmoving and she couldn't help but fidget. "Is something wrong?"
"No," he casually answered, "just waiting for you to finish up and come down to get breakfast in the Great Hall with me."
Remi's eyes widened to almost comical proportions. "I... don't know about that. It would be better if..."
But the boy, the small, teenage boy, crossed his arms with the posture of someone who was ready to withstand a hurricane if necessary and at that moment she knew it would be easier to move mountains than win an argument against him.
With a, somewhat reluctant, nod she gestured to lead on and followed quickly after him.
Neither noticed the woman who stepped out of the shadows of a nearby hall, face passive and considerate as she watched her protege's interaction with the werewolf.
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Harry Potter was at a bit of a disadvantage due to his hospitalization, and everyone knew it. Despite it being a new world with new rules and behavior he still half expected there to be no exceptions or excuses. He would need to work harder, and faster, to catch up in class work but considering he was still around three years ahead it wouldn't be too difficult.
It was the electives which worried him.
He had never taken either class before, and the extra courses from his own time were a joke. How far behind would he be? Even with Magical Culture being noted as an 'easier' class it still might be tough for someone who hadn't grown up in said world.
"Good afternoon class," the woman greeted as she walked, prim and proper, towards the front of the room before writing her name on the board. "As a reminder I am Professor Puckle and this is Magical Culture. We will be studying the intricacies of the Magical world, and its society, both in England and located in other countries around the globe."
She paused, making no attempt to hide the gaze she focused on the boy-who-lived, who nodded in understanding in return.
So, she was going over the basics again for him, well that was an unexpected kindness. "Let's go over your reading from last night and the assignments for the week."
For the remainder of the class the woman spoke and called on students, although never once pointed in his direction. Harry took notes, made plans for when he would be able to accomplish the, likely very dry, reading about the history of magical culture, and began packing up at the end of the period like all the other students when he was asked to wait behind after class.
Doing so, the woman let out a sigh as she approached, but stayed at a professional distance, "I don't want you to worry too much about the assignments for this week. I understand you are still recovering a bit so just take it easy."
He blinked and couldn't help the slight frown which formed, "I didn't sign up for this class to be treated differently, professor."
"I trust you did not sign up to risk your life to save dozens of other students either, and yet you did." Harry's face heated from the attention, and he did his best to shrug it off. "Even if you hadn't acted in such a courageous way there would be leniency because of your upbringing and hospitalization. As I'm sure you've heard, this is not the most difficult of classes. Relax a bit and focus on your other studies."
Harry let out a sigh, "I didn't sign up for this because it's an easy class, I signed up for it because I want to learn. I want to be able to have conversations with my family and know what they are referring to, I want to be able to go to parties and not embarrass myself and others by staring blankly when there are talks about Magical things. I want to understand my family and the world they live in."
The professor stared for a moment, before she smiled warmly. "Most students take this class for an 'easy O' without much studying needed. I'm glad to have someone who wants to learn instead. I look forward to having you in class."
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"For those of you who may have missed the first day of class," the older woman announced as she stood from her desk and made her way around and towards the students who were seated, "you may think of me as a less biased Serena Snape. I do not tolerate foolishness or roughhousing in this room. While Potions may be a far more dangerous topic than Spell Theory my class leads into a far more specialized one in which if not taken seriously can result in permanent injury or worse. If you are looking for an easy class with little homework to boost your grades or impress your parents with… pick a different one. Those who remain understand this, I am here to teach, and you are here to learn. Spell theory might sound easy, but I assure you the intricacies behind it are no less complicated than Arithmancy or Runes."
The woman, Professor Alecto Carrow as she had written on the board, paused to look Harry directly in the eyes and when she found him staring back with nothing but resolution and confidence she smirked before moving on.
Her next stop was in front of a pair of twins, ones Harry recognized as being a year older than him from Slytherin. "Some of you might have heard that I have a pair of daughters at Hogwarts, in this very class it seems."
Said twins seemed to squirm a bit under the woman's gaze.
"The same rules that apply to all of you apply to them as well, and I assure you…" Carrow's gaze seemed to sharpen and she leaned in, although her voice did not drop in volume. "Just as my mother did not coddle me, I will not coddle them."
At least it would be an interesting class.
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An obvious tension lingered in the air as Harry Potter made his way to a chair positioned towards the side of the chamber. He had been told, by more than one individual of Riddle's schoolwide threat at the welcome dinner and figured even with that he would end up being approached for lessons.
Sure enough, it looked as though a good portion of the room was itching to speak to him despite the glares being sent out by the Slytherin Head of House.
"My warning stands regardless of your participation here." Grace's words were enough to break the silent focus which had been growing and redirect it onto herself. "Now then, we will continue as previous years with instructions, practice, and training in the art of the duel. What we will not be doing is any instructions regarding the confrontation or combat of Lycans. That will be covered in Defense class at a later date."
With that she pointed towards the raised platform.
"Sort yourselves out per year please, we will begin with the older students and see how everyone has kept up during the summer."
When one of the seventh years made a beeline for where the boy-who-lived sat Riddle was quick to step between them, eyebrow raised in a questioning manner, "The other seventh years are behind you."
"Well yes but I was thinking I could challenge Har… mister Potter instead."
Riddle stared for a moment, well aware that the rest of the conversations were quieting down to overhear the exchange.
Then she laughed, cold and borderline ridiculing, "Do you truly believe you can best him in a duel after what occurred on the train?"
It was a challenging statement, not made towards the student but rather the entire class.
Do you truly believe you are near his level?
Even Harry, who had never been brilliant at reading others, could see the hesitation and doubt in the eyes of others and once more found himself mentally disagreeing with how the professor was handling it. There was no need to put them down, no need to act as though he was somehow superior.
He would have gladly dueled anyone and given what pointers he could.
"Regardless, Harry will be sitting out for this session at least until he is fully cleared by Madam Pomfrey, and that is final."
Harry didn't like it, being treated like an injured child, but certainly wasn't going to argue with the mediwitch and risk having his parents become involved.
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"Harry? Could we uhm, talk? Maybe somewhere private?" The boy-who-lived nodded at the redhead's request and led her into a nearby, thankfully empty, classroom before closing the door behind them. Noticing the combination of a telltale blush, along with the usual 'Ginny' fidgeting he figured she was about to ask him something a bit more personal.
"Everything okay?"
Looking up at his face, her blush deepened before she returned her stare to the floor. "I uhm… wanted to see how you were doing."
It wasn't the truth, he could see it in her posture, but he also knew this was the first step to reaching what she wanted. Besides, it likely wasn't all a lie, she did seem to care about his wellbeing. "I'm alright. Still a bit sore at times and I get random chills, but Madam Pomfrey said those should be gone in a few more days. You weren't hurt on the Express, were you?"
Ginny quickly shook her head, "No, no none of our carriage was…" she trailed off, perhaps gathering her courage, or just pondering the right words. Regardless, he gave her the time she seemed to desperately need. "I… I'm scared Harry, we all are. Not just our group but a lot of the students. What happened on the train, well it's supposed to be safe right? And then there was last year, and I think everyone is just a bit freaked out."
He nodded, "I get that, I was scared too you know, on the train. Not for myself but that something would happen to one of you, that what I was trying wouldn't work, that it would make things worse."
"But it didn't! You saved us, again, and you were hurt, again. I know something is going on, I know your sisters and Hermione and even Luna knows what is happening with you and I know it's a secret but…"
"But you want to know."
Her whole body seemed to droop in that moment, "I wanted to know last year. This year I feel like, I don't know, maybe I could help somehow."
She couldn't, he knew she couldn't, but at the same time he understood what she was going through. Being left out with everyone else being involved, it hurt. "Okay, but you can't tell people, understand?" The youngest Weasley quickly nodded but Harry's expression darkened, "I'm serious Ginny, this isn't something you can tell your best friend or family or anyone. It could be dangerous."
She gulped, silent in thought before giving her response. "I know, Luna told me last year that I wouldn't be able to tell anyone else and back then I wasn't sure. Now I am though, I swear I won't tell anyone."
"I'm not… from around here."
"Like, the Muggle world, right?"
A smile tugged at his lips, "Well, yes but also not from this universe. I'm from another one that is very similar to this except there are as many men as women and a few other major things are different, things I'm still discovering. Also, I was at the end of my fifth year before I was brought here."
Her eyes widened in shock, especially after seeing the otherwise lack of humor on his face. "Y-you're serious?"
Harry nodded, "Very, I knew another you, another Luna, another Ron, another Hermione. No sisters where I came from, and my parents were dead. Otherwise, a lot of things were surprisingly similar. We had a Dark Lord making things dangerous but attacks like last year during my own second year and something similar in my first year. This one has been different so far. Werewolves instead of Dementors."
"D-Dementors…" she muttered in horror, earning a slow nod.
"Yeah, but like I said it's not the same this time, and in my third year someone escaped from Azkaban, hence the Dementors, so I think that's different too."
Silence fell between them, silence that ticked by for what felt like hours until the girl spoke once more, "We… were friends?"
"We were. Started as us being both Gryffindors but it took a lot longer though and we weren't close until fifth year. I knew you mostly through Ron."
Once more both became quiet, until Ginny asked another question. "Is there anything I can do? I want to help. I need to do something."
He sighed, "Just, keep your head down for right now, okay? Don't go running off to fight Werewolves or throw yourself into danger. I'll think of a better plan but for now let's try letting the adults fix the problem."
She didn't seem happy by the answer but nodded anyway.
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Amaryllis frowned as she read over the letter from her parents. Harriet and she had made the decision to write them asking for books on combat magic and defensive spells. Their response hadn't been 'no' instead it was a hard 'if you even think about putting yourselves in harm's way you will be grounded for the rest of your natural lives'. It wasn't fair, and not in the 'Harry is getting something, and we are jealous' way but instead it felt like their parents didn't care as much about him.
Harry was being tutored by Riddle, was allowed to receive books and instructions specifically catering to defense, and just seemed more allowed to put himself in harm's way.
They wanted, needed to help him. Needed to be able to stand on their own rather than relying on their brother to throw himself in front of every threat and monster hidden in the shadows. Instead, their parents were treating them like they were… kids.
"They said 'no', didn't they?"
Based on her sister's tone, Harriet already knew the answer, but she snorted anyway. "Of course they did. Who cares if Harry was literally fighting for his life to protect us? Obviously, we need to focus on our studies instead, you know, the important things that have helped us out so much in the past two years."
The raven-haired girl groaned before sitting down on her bed, "We need to do something. Maybe we should ask Riddle for help."
"Oh please, after her threat at the start of the year and Dumbledore's 'lock everyone up and hope it all goes away' plan? She will probably give us detention just to make sure we don't do anything they don't approve of."
Her sister hummed in thought, silent for a few minutes in clear contemplation before speaking once more, "Getting books shouldn't be too hard. We go to the library and see what we can find, and I bet Hermione could order some without suspicion, especially if we give her some money. She will want in on it though. You saw how she looked when we had to leave Harry. It almost looked like we would need to drag her away."
"The more the merrier, plus if we get enough, we could each learn something different and teach the others."
"Luna and Ginny?"
Here Amy bit her lip, it was one thing for their own family, and someone their own age, to volunteer but the other two were a year younger. It wasn't as if she doubted their resolve, but it still felt wrong putting them into harm's way. "Maybe we could teach them a few simple things, nothing dangerous but like… you know, basic stuff they might not learn until later."
With that the pair began to plan.
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"It was your fault."
Grace Riddle let out a deep sigh. It had been a stressful couple of days, as the first few of classes always were. Add onto that almost disastrous attack on the Express, Harry's near-death state, all the rumors, the lingering fears from both the current threats and memories from the past year, and finally the Wizengamot being as useless as it always tended to be in stressful situations.
Still, she had known this confrontation was imminent, how could it not be? It didn't mean she was happy about it, however. "And what are you referring to this time, Snape?"
The other witch was standing nearby, glaring daggers while the rest of her posture was as cold as ice. "You know exactly what."
"Let me guess, you think I am secretly a werewolf, communicated with another pack and orchestrated the attack on the train all because of some crazed theory."
Anger, frustration, even some embarrassment flashed across the potion professor's features before they were smoothed away. "Of course not, but I do know it is your fault Harry almost died. You taught him those spells, you pushed him into defense and combative magic, you..."
Before she could react, Riddle snapped out, grabbing the opposing woman by the collar and slamming her into a wall, wand already pushing against her chest in silent threat. "Shut up Snape," she snarled, earning a wide-eyed stare from the witch. "I did not force him to use spells he wasn't prepared for, nor did I order him to throw himself headfirst into danger to protect others. If you paid half as much attention as you claim, then you would realize he would have done so regardless of what he could do and my tutoring probably saved his life along with the lives of countless other children. If I would have had more time last year perhaps he would have been better suited to the magic instead of 'winging it' but you can blame yourself for that. Instead of complaining and looking for anyone else who might be at fault, maybe, just maybe, you could take action and improve the situation for once in your miserable life."
With that she stormed off, leaving the younger professor a bit shaken and contemplative.
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"Harry"
The wizard stopped and turned to face the speaker he had already identified. Daphne Greengrass, along with her friend Tracey Davis.
"Hello Daphne, Tracey." The two brightened, causing him to wonder if they had been expecting a different reaction.
"How are you feeling?" Tracey asked, earning a bit of a shift from the boy just to check on the various aches which were slowly dissipating.
"Better, I'll probably be back to my normal self in the next day or so at most."
Daphne nodded before biting her lip. "We were wondering if you had thought about doing lessons again this year, you know like before."
He hadn't, not really. There was an assumption, deep down, that no one would be interested in such a thing after the calamity that ended the previous year and his own involvement in the events already transpiring. They hadn't wanted to be associated with him before, when he had been actively avoiding trouble, why would they want to now that he was practically throwing himself in front of it? "I've been a bit busy already, so no."
A thought had occurred to give an explanation, but he opted against it. He always felt as though he was explaining himself, explaining his reasons. Not this time, if they wanted to know more they could act their age and ask.
Greengrass looked as if she were going to reply but her friend beat her to it. "Right, of course you have been. We were just wondering is all. With what happened in Defense class last year a lot of us are behind, so we were just, you know... checking."
"I was tutoring last year, if you remember."
There was the flinch he had been anticipating, but strangely enough it didn't make him feel any better, just a bit guilty. After all, they were kids, scared children who didn't know what was going on or who was going to be hurt next. All they knew was that it seemed to revolve around Harry and Grace.
Who could blame them for putting distance between themselves and potential harm?
"Tell you what, give me a day or two to figure out a schedule and lesson ideas and I'll let you know the specifics of when you can sign up, okay?"
Both nodded in obvious relief before scurrying off.
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The young blonde did her best to maintain a 'proper' reaction. She had been taught not to reveal her thoughts and emotions through reactions after all, but it was difficult especially in that moment. It was her name on the signup sheet to be considered for Seeker, her name, and a date with a time for her tryout, her name, the first and last, not just her family's name.
It was something she had been striving for, been pushing and practicing for. Something she would be able to call her own, that she could brag about achieving with her own skill and not just her mother and father's fame and fortune.
The grin broke through, and it was because of this euphoria she turned and nearly ran into her sister.
"P-Pandora," The younger Malfoy exclaimed, before remembering her tutoring and schooling her expression into one of neutrality with just a hint of superiority, "it is good to see you sister."
Her sibling looked far from convinced and raised her eyes to the Quidditch board for a moment before returning. "It seems you have made it to tryouts. Seeker even, quite impressive for someone your age."
It was a typical 'higher society' compliment with a hint of insult, something Cleopatra had come to recognize and expect, especially in public and from members of her family.
Still, a part of her, one she buried deep down, despised it. "Is there something you need? I find it hard to believe you came over here to check on my progress in Quidditch."
"I have received a letter from mother and father instructing me to ensure you are taking your studies seriously and to not take any unnecessary risks."
"My grades are above average."
Pandora quirked an eyebrow as if to doubting the statement but saying nothing. "It would be in your best interest to spend some extra time studying defense. I will find you a tutor among the older students if you desire."
Cleo considered it, with everything that had already occurred it would be a good idea to brush up on her dueling skills. Then, from the corner of her eye, she spotted him.
She tried not to look, not to give away any intent, but under her sister's scrutiny there was nothing she could hide.
Pandora turned her head slightly to follow her own gaze and if her features were hardened before they were ice moments after.
"Take care Cleo not to covet what already belongs to someone else."
With that she turned and departed, earning a brief glance from Harry Potter who had just entered from a different side of the room.
Still, Cleopatra couldn't help it. She was a Malfoy after all. What better defined them than wanting what someone else had?
Except perhaps taking what they wanted.
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Assault on Hogwarts Express injures dozens!
You read right intrepid readers; the Hogwarts Express was attacked on its route to deliver the innocent young children to school by a hoard of werewolves. Reports put the number of beasts taking part in the attempted massacre at between fifty to one hundred.
Although the intent is not completely known this reporter, and likely many of our readers, will take note of certain legislation in the Wizengamot at the moment.
Is this an attempt at intimidating our elected officials into giving into terrorist demands or something more vile still? Perhaps it is simply retaliation, the monstrous Lycanthropes wanting to maim the weak and helpless because they are too cowardly to go after anyone else.
What's next? Attacks on the sick and hospitalized? Perhaps targeting newborns?
Enough is enough. I say, along with many of you I am sure, that the Wizengamot is not taking this threat seriously enough! If our officials will not take prompt and decisive action then we need someone who will.
Luckily, we may have found that someone. Although an official statement has not been released I have learned that a student was hospitalized for far greater injuries than all the others.
One by the name Harry Potter.
You will undoubtedly remember the name from the last two years my dear readers. He was the same who aided in the apprehension of the intruder in 1992, as well as being involved in an incident in 1993. Now once again he seems to be at the forefront of catastrophe and everyone's mind.
Although he is expected to make a full recovery his injuries were not noted as being due to the savagery of a Lycan, instead a form of Magical exhaustion and feedback. I speak for all when I say we eagerly await news on what this means.
Augustina let out a sigh after tossing the paper onto her desk and rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "We knew there would be a reaction, how could there not be." The Headmistress glanced up at the speaker, Minerva McGonagall, giving the woman a look saying she wasn't in the mood for her blunt comments.
"Something clearly needs to be done," Snape intoned as well as the rest of the staff sat around the conference table to discuss the recent events. "Regardless of how we feel individually there was an attack and children were injured. Plus, the information leak is rather… concerning."
"The injuries were, for the most part, far from serious" Flitwick countered, "the paper makes it sound as if there were dismemberments and casualties. Apart from Harry the worst injury was a series of cuts and scrapes from broken glass."
Grace turned towards her, eyes flashing in anger, "And you are going to ignore what he had to do to ensure this was the case along with the breach in privacy? If he hadn't been on the Express, if his parents had opted to keep him home after last year, or worse just removed him and his sisters from Hogwarts? Would we be having this conversation if a dozen students had been torn to pieces or infected?"
"No, we wouldn't." The only non-staff member interrupted from where she sat in the corner, opting not to join the others at the table. "You aren't wrong, something needs to be done and the Wizengamot dragging its heels isn't helping but neither is calling for citizens to take matters into the own hands. The last thing we need is a bunch of witches hyped up on hysteria and roaming the streets attacking anything that looks suspicious."
Dumbledore raised her hand before any further arguments could be voiced, "Unfortunately, we cannot force the government to act, especially not the kind we would want. For now, our role remains the same. Protect and instruct those under our care as best as we are able. I will be investigating how so much information reached Skeeter. Apart from that, the ban on Hogsmeade will remain in place as will any trips outside of the wards unless specifically authorized by myself. Remi, have you identified any other concerns?"
The woman slipped a piece of parchment from her pocket. "A few, although Quidditch should be safe I would recommend having an additional faculty member or two at the stands just as a precaution. Naturally we are going to need to figure something out for outside visitation, especially on Halloween. Either have the parents Floo into a controlled room where they can be verified before allowing them admittance to Hogwarts or something of similar nature. Finally, I have overheard more than a few worrying conversation from students challenging others or simply boasting about going out and confronting the threat head on to prove their bravery or skills."
All four heads of house opted to stay silent, each knowing at least a few of their members who fit such criteria as to being so foolish.
"We will need to address all of these." The Headmistress confirmed without any doubt in her voice. "I will work on the waiting chamber for visitors and setup a schedule for each Quidditch game. In the meantime, I expect all professors and especially those who are the leaders of each house to address the third concern during each class and outside of hours during the next few days at latest. I do not want any repeat of last year where students are harmed or run off to do dangerously foolish acts."
The message was clear, and Grace made a mental note to sit Harry down specifically to address it with him.
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"What happened?" The voice practically snarled in anger and accusation, earning slight winces from those nearby. Their leader, however, stood firm, gaze never so much as flickering. "I practically handed them to you on a platter! I provided the means to get through the protective wards, I provided the timing and location, I even provided you the means to arrive undetected and yet even with your entire damn pack you were unable to defeat children, school children!"
"The professor's had a faster reaction time than you or I anticipated." The alpha growled back, "Did you believe we could defeat the likes of Augustina Dumbledore and Grace Riddle?"
A huff of frustration and contempt answered, "Of course not, but you also had how much time before they arrived? Nearly twenty minutes if not more? Twenty minutes to break into an unguarded train and maul a bunch of teenagers but you couldn't manage it, could you?"
One of the Lycans spoke up earning an unseen scowl from Greyback, "There was another, a boy who..."
"A BOY!?" Came the borderline screech from their employer. "I PROVIDED EVERYTHING YOU NEEDED, PAID YOU, AND YOUR EXCUSE IS A SCHOOLBOY?"
"N-not just any" another protested, despite the humiliation such an admission would bring to them and their pack. "He used elemental magic, wielded it like none we have seen before. It was like encountering a trained master."
This had the shadowed figure pausing in consideration, mind whirling at what was being presented. She knew werewolves would not make up such frivolous excuses, it would do them no good to present themselves as being weak enough to be fended off by anything other than a powerful opponent.
She thought back on the rumors of the past two years, of the boy who went by the last name 'Potter' and all they had claimed he was involved in. At the time she figured it was nonsense, either rumors put forth by Dumbledore to aid her agenda of allowing more inferior males into the school or a Slytherin tactic to draw attention away from something, or someone, else.
Still, perhaps there was something more to him. If the Grace Riddle was indeed tutoring him then it must mean he had some talent otherwise she wouldn't have bother with such a charade at the expense of her own reputation.
"It is irrelevant" the oldest, and strongest, werewolf declared, eyes burning with anger and a desire for vengeance. "We will handle whatever problems might occur next time, we just need the opportunity."
The contemplative expression dissolved into an annoyed frown, "If you believe I am going to pay you again after your failure you are sadly mistaken. Still, you and your pack have uses. I will present you with an opportunity again. The minister is foolish enough that manipulating her to slipping up shouldn't be a difficult task. You will need to follow through on your end, however. I want what I paid for guaranteed first and foremost. I don't care about your political agenda or your pitiful acts of vengeance."
"Only your own," the Lycan correctly assumed, earning a scowl. "But as we agreed upon, we will deliver. The target will be dealt with when possible. Get them out of the castle and away from any major protections and we will take care of it."
"You better, do not assume you are the only means of violence I possess Greyback. Fail again and you might find yourself the target of my wrath."
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"Undoubtedly some of you have already heard other professors or your heads of house talking about the dangers of the current situation. They have probably warned you about taking matters into your own hands or attempting to sneak out to earn some personal glory or other nonsense." The woman strode forward down the middle row, cloak flowing behind her like a black flame. "I will not be doing such things. Instead I will be explaining some of the consequences of your actions should you choose to engage in such foolish, reckless behavior. For the next few weeks we will be focusing on curses, injuries, offense magic, and more importantly the results of them both for the wielder and the victims."
Finally, she reached the blackboard in the front of the room before taking a piece of chalk and writing down a few words.
"First up, what are widely considered the most dangerous and illegal spells in the magical world, The Unforgivables."
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Previous Name**************New Name
Tom Riddle*****************Grace Riddle
Albus Dumbledore***********Augustina Dumbledore
Draco Malfoy***************Cleopatra (Cleo) Malfoy
-*************************Harriet Potter
-*************************Amaryllis (Amy) Potter
-*************************Pandora Malfoy
Blaise Zabini****************Bliss Zabini
Theodore Nott**************Theresa Nott
Severus Snape**************Serena Snape
-*************************Marie Rosier
Percy Weasley**************Paisley Weasley
Bill Weasley****************Billie Weasley
Charlie Weasley*************Charlene Weasley
Fred Weasley***************Frankie Weasley
George Weasley*************Georgie Weasley
Remus Lupin***************Remi Lupin
-************************Sylvie Rosier
Gilderoy Lockhart***********Gordana Lockhart
Oliver Wood ***************Olivia Wood
