Author's Rant- Blessed to have readers like you guys, thank you so much for the reviews, PMs and voting in polls. If I could have, I would have shown you my notes where the house which you all have choosen is the same what I had decided to put him in.

So, the poll results go this way-

Ravenclaw-64%

Slytherin-27%

Hufflepuff-9%

Gryffindor-0%

I guess that's what happens when a near stupid Harry ends up in Gryffindor in Canons lol.

A few pointers for housing Harry into Hufflepuff were good and I agree that the house of Badgers needs some limelight which of course Harry can easily give, but here you will have to see what he has done till date and although you can't see it, believe me Harry is way more Claw-Slytherin than has been shown in the previous chapter.

In this Fanfic, we have lots and lots of Cunning politics with loads of training and precision on hitting the correct point whether it be in the wizengamot or a duel.

Pairings have been decided and will go as predicted by me, you can keep on guessing and trying out various strategies for them to mingle up, but you will have to be patient for the full show to come before your eyes.

Also an important thing, the disclaimer...check out the first chapter.

And yes please bear with my mistakes, both spelling and grammatical ones as I am still not having a beta reader. If you are interested then please PM me, I will be the most thankful one.

Alright so, off with my rant, here you go!

"I am talking"

'I am thinking'

Spells

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You never saw the sunrise? No problem, you are dead in his attendance anyways.

~ R-Kade

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Previously in SotW-

Finally the voice came back in his head 'You have been a tough one Potter, you have the potential and can become both, an instrument of evil or the embodiment of goodness...use your choices wisely for one can desire great things from you. Better be...'

Silence of the Winters

- by Dev Sagittarius Black

~~ Chapter 2: Reunions~~

"RAVENCLAW!"

The table on the far end, filled with students dressed in purple trimmed robes and a beautiful female ghost flying over it burst into cheers, clapping with friendly faces.

The hat was removed and Harry ignored all of them as he left the stool and walked towards the said table, taking equal gaps between his steps, mindful of the stares he was recieving but busy pondering over what the hat had said.

"8 minutes Potter! You are the first hatstall in years!" Someone said as he passed them but he likely ignored that person and took the seat at the end of the table, patiently waiting for the sorting to end.

Something didn't add up...something or...someone was missing this sorting, it wasn't that big of a thing because he didn't care who attended or who missed it but the fact was he did, and that's what made it intriguing. He tried to remember the reason why he so much anticipated the sorting ceremony, and like an avalanche it hit him.

His brother...Alandale Henry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived...wasn't here.

Harry looked around trying to see each and every face especially that of the first years and tried to match it with their name and see anyone who remotely looked like a Potter, but no, none of the left ones looked like a Potter and the ones who had been before him weren't Potter either, he was sure of that.

At first, he felt foolish to think it like that because if his brother had to be here then he was pretty sure that Alan Potter would have been sorted before Harry Potter, but then again, he was Alan Potter, and so he might have gotten some special treatment for being the Boy-who-lived. It also didn't help that he had only ever seen his brother in newspapers and that was when they were toddlers, after that anything related to Alan Potter was NOT published out and he was rumoured to be living somewhere secure.

"So, you are Harry Potter? Brother to THE Alan Potter?"

Harry followed the girl's voice and traced it to a girl two seats from him, she had red hairs with freckles near her forehead and brown eyes that were currently eying him up with hints of suspicion. Beside the girl sat another one with straight black open hairs and black eyes that sparkled in her heart shaped face depicting her asian ancestory.

He nodded in ascent "Yes. We haven't met much though." He told her trying to demotivate her from asking 'family' questions.

"Why?" She continued, either he wasn't THAT successful or she was just plain stupid to not take the hint. He looked to the Asian girl beside her who shrugged and gave a look saying 'sorry, she is like that', which means the redhead was stupid. And so if she is stupid, he better not waste his time on her.

"Hey, don't ignore me Potter!" The girl cried indignantly.

"Mari!"

"What?!" Both the redhead and her Asian friend had a staring contest as if talking with eyes, Harry didn't care one bit about the outcome and therefore pleasantly ignored the duo and returned his attention on sorting.

The sorting ended with Blaise Zabini, a dark skinned, tall boy with very short hairs and black eyes, being sorted into Slytherin. McGonagall took the stool and the hat out of the side gate and Headmaster Dumbledore stood up smiling down at everybody, his blue eyes twinkling madly.

"Welcome or is it Welcome back, now I know that we all are very hungry and would love nothing more than to devour the delicacies prepared by the brilliant house elves of Hogwarts, still we all need to do one thing first." He said and stood up.

"Everyone give a big round of applause for the one person without whose efforts and magical abilities we might have not been here enjoying this feast under this magnificent ceiling. The war hero of the previous war- Alandale Henry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived!" The doors to the far end opened with a dramatic thud and Harry's eyes widened.

A...figure, wearing...or say packed in Hogwarts Gryffindor school robes, waddled with a proud grin showing of his pale yellow teeth, his multiple chin literally jiggling alongwith his portly belly that was finding it hard to be restrained in the large school robes. His hairs were as red as a Weasley and he was having hazel eyes instead of Harry's green ones. Round face and was about five to six inches shorter than Harry. There was also a faint 'V' shaped scar on his left cheek that was supposed to be a war scar and told everyone 'V for Victory'.

This was one of the reasons, Alan Potter was also known as Victor Potter. And currently that Victor was being escorted by two students,a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw, who had the Head boy and Girl badge on their left breast respectively. They looked a bit... uninterested in the celebrity whom they were escorting.

Everyone, Harry still can't believe it, every single person except the Slytherins, in the hall stood up and started clapped for the boy-who-lived, the Gryffindors more so than others cheering and whistling like they had just won a bloody world cup instead. Even more irritating was the "ALAN! ALAN!" shouts that the whole of Gryffindor table vibrated with.

'Disgusting' Harry thought but kept his words to himself and instead of watching how his blood relative basked in the glory and gave idiotic poses or how his school mates and teachers were fawning over him, he choose the moment to see who was not clapping.

Harry scanned the great hall and saw a greasy black haired professor wearing all black robes, pale sunken face with black onyx eyes was openly sneering at his brother and the attention he was receiving, he didn't know if this sneer was because if the attention Alan was receiving or because everyone was fawning over Alan Potter, he put that information for later use.

The other one was Professor McGonagall who had her lips thinned and looked agitated with everyone's stupidity, and even though she was clapping her facial expressions clearly said that she would rather eat live slugs than clap like this. Other than these two professors, everyone else looked genuinely happy with the fatty piglet.

"Yes, yes I know we all are genuinely happy with Alandale joining us, I think it will be much better that we also started feeding our hungry stomachs, so a few more words- Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, Tweak!" Saying so Dumbledore clapped his hands twice and suddenly the table was laden with a variety of mouthwatering delicacies.

Harry internally sighed as he saw his brother run for his predestined seat beside Ronald Weasley, who too started devouring everything in his reach. He completely ignored the students who were beside him and instead focused on the delicious looking Lamb Chops placed in front of him.

"Hello, I am Cho, Cho Chang and she is my hot-headed friend, Marietta Edgecomb. We are in our second year." This time it was the Asian who introduced them. Harry nodded and gulped down his bolus first before introducing himself.

"It's a good thing at least one Potter has better table manners or I would be eating in kitchens instead." A voice drawled and he looked to his right to see a black haired tall, thin boy who was sneering at someone. Harry followed the boy's gaze and had to push his bile down.

Alan Potter had quite a diet. Either that or maybe he was competing with the other redhead beside him on who gulps down everything in his proximity faster and throws food out of his mouth like ping pong balls. Harry shook his head in disgust again before removing the image of the two gorillas who had the table manners of an ever hungry buffalo.

Nobody talked that much at the Ravenclaw table, and Harry was thankful for that. It was good because neither was anyone poking their noses in other's business nor were they expecting anyone to interrupt theirs. Unlike Gryffindor or Hufflepuff houses that were chatting loudly and no-one seemed to be respecting other's need of privacy. Slytherin table on the other hand was completely quite with occasional barbs and whispers and then the family power show.

It was then that Harry felt someone looking straight at him and he scanned the surrounding area discreetly for anyone even slightly interested in him. And there they were, The Headmaster and that black haired professor from earlier were openly staring him the former with a look a intense contemplation while the later with a look that depicted utter hatred. Why? He wasn't having the slightest idea of.

Magic was a brilliant thing, and Harry had to say that yet again as he saw every piece of the big dinner magically crumble to nothingness leaving their plates sparkling clean. He chanced a look at Alan Potter and wasn't surprised to see two cups of treacle tart going down his gloated throat by the passing seconds.

He shook his head again, his brother was going down his list of people he would like to meet as fast as the said brother was gulping down his treacle tart. 'Well, let's see what happens when we finally do meet.'

Headmaster Dumbledore stood up again, beaming at everyone as if they had done a big favor to the wizarding world in general and their goodness made his old wrinkly heart swell with pride. 'As if doing good without his meddling would ever make him proud' Harry thought but his face gave none of his emotions thanks to the stage 5 Occulomency shields protecting his mind.

"Ah, well the feast was as delicious as ever. And now none of you look like wanting to hear this old man ramble, but I am afraid, there are a few announcements that needed to be done before everyone went back to their beds."

"First of all, this year we have a new Defense against the Dark Arts professor, Quirinus Quirrell" A purple turban professor wearing purple robes stood up stumbling a bit and gave an uneasy smile as he began to clap for himself before minding his manners and bowing to the students who were clapping for their new professor.

"The Forbidden forest is as the name says, is forbidden for any student not accompanied by a teacher, there are creatures that should better be seen with someone knowledgeable or not to be seen at all. Also, our caretaker Mr. Argus Filch has provided me with a list of Three-hundred and forty seven items, that are banned in Hogwarts" He smiled at the Weasley twins who waved back cheekily "Anyone found using them will be punished accordingly, whosoever wants to see the list can go through it in Mr. Filch's office."

"And lastly, the third floor corridor is 'out of bounds' for everyone. You would do well to not go looking after the reason if you don't want to die a very painful death." Some students laughed at first thinking of it as a joke, but they quickly became silent when they saw the grave expression on Dumbledore's face.

"Other than that, let's all have a very fruitful, joyous and enlightening year. And now who would like to sing the school song? Everyone pick up their favourite tune. " He said smiling proudly as the music started.

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something, please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.

(*Taken from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone)

The Weasley took the ending notes higher and stretched it long enough to earn the Deputy headmistress' glare, which they returned with a cheeky wave.

"Ah music, the most divine thing. The purest form of magic with the most soothing nature." Dumbledore said as he wiped his eyes as if the horrendous school song and the students' shrieks helped him go on a field trip to the gates of heaven.

Harry shook his head as he followed the Prefects commands of standing in a line and following him, his mind was going through several things all at once, and thanks to his enhancement ritual, it was very much easy thing for him and allowed to run several thoughts at once.

The prime matter that troubled him was Dumbledore's last announcement of not going to the third floor corridor, the old man might be a senile, meddling, goat fucking bastard but he was also a very clever and cunning politician who had ruled the Wizengamot and the ICW for the last forty years, which means he very well knew what he was saying, when and where, so announcing something 'that' dangerous in a hall full of curious children who will no doubt try to explore the ancient castle on the first chance they get was something beyond simple senility...and that was indeed a troubling thing.

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The Ravenclaw common room was located on the fifth floor of the Astronomy tower. The journey was completely silent, tiredness was a major contributing factor as neither did the prefects wanted to explain anything nor did the first years wanted to ask their thoughts aloud. It was as if there was an unspoken agreement between the two years. They reached an ornately carved door that had an eagle head knocker. The male prefect, one Derrick Moonsbow showed them how to knock on it twice.

Harry was surprised yet again as the eagle head opened it beak and spoke in a rich yet deep voice,

"Cities without people, Forests without trees,"

"Not a drop in the ocean, can you still guess me?"

'A map' Harry thought but kept silent as he saw Derrick smirk at the confused faces in front of him and launched in a brief description of how the knocker will ask you a question, it could be anything from scholastic things to riddles to historical questions. The fact was if they were able to answer it they would be allowed inside and if not then they will either wait for someone or call a prefect or Professor Filius Flitwick who was the Head of House Ravenclaw and also the Charms Professor.

They entered the Ravenclaw common room and gasped at the beauty of all they saw. It was dark, not completely dark per se but dark enough to play a mini guerrilla war, the ceiling was charmed just like the great Hall to reveal the night sky further strengthening the belief of this being the work of Rowena Ravenclaw herself. The atmosphere too was neither too cold nor too hot...just cool.

Purple coloured sofas, chairs, tables and couches littered the common room with purple coloured curtains. Currently the senior students were all lounging and talking languidly with each other and/or eying up the new batch of their house. There was also a white marble statue of the foundress of the house of Claws, Rowena Ravenclaw her head was christened with a beautiful tiara and her hands had a thick tome in one and her wand in the other.

Then there were shelves which had a series of books and various things including a few awards, all glistening in the light provided by the huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

There was also a fireplace with shimmering fire in it that would work as a source of warmth in the upcoming northern winters and then there was a very big flurry carpet with its furs charmed to Imitate sea waves, meaning if one stood bare foot on it, the person will most likely feel the tingling furs. If Harry had to describe the common room in one word, he would have said 'Elegant', this was something made just for a bibliophile.

Then there were two staircases going left and right and there were three doors except for the main one. There was a wooden podium with two mics that looked like it was used for in-house debates. And currently, there on the podium was no-one other than Professor Filius Flitwick himself. They knew they were supposed to gather around him and so they did.

"Welcome to the House of Claws children, myself your head of house and Charms Master Filius Flitwick. Now, there are a few rules to be followed in Ravenclaw along with a few things you all need to know. You all have been chosen to represent Ravenclaw house in Hogwarts to represent in what we pride and we pride in being the most knowledgeable ones in Hogwarts. For us, knowledge is the single most important thing that comes handy in each and every situation. I don't expect you all to compete for the first rank as to me, every knowledge is equal it shouldn't necessarily be scholastic."

"And to increase our knowledge, we here at Ravenclaw have various facilities, like the third door you see?" He asked pointing a wooden door completely black in colour. "That is a private in-house Library, made by your seniors to help the coming generations in their home work, but since the library is completely private, the books in there are not to be damaged and to be used in the most delicate manner."

"The second door, leads to a corridor having six rooms, each room is made for the year topper. Meaning whoever comes first in your first year will have the second year room, the second year topper will have the third year and so on till the sixth year topper gets the seventh year room. The exam to measure your capabilities will be the end-of-year exams."

"Thus whosoever scores the maximum marks this year will have the second year room all to themselves till the next end of year exams. Also do keep in mind that although we encourage it, you don't need to be top among all your schoolmates. This is a Ravenclaw things and therefore the competition is among your year mates studying in 'this' house only."

"And finally the last door, leads to my office via which I will be able to keep a close eyes on each of your activities." He sounded gravely in the last end rather than the bouncy squeaky tone he had been using to describe all other things.

"Ravenclaw as a house, enjoys diplomatic immunity with the other three houses meaning you may find friends and more in all of the houses unlike Gryffindor and Hufflepuff that mostly ignore Slytherins and Slytherin house that mostly keeps to itself. We are Ravenclaws and things like house rivalry are below us."

"We also conduct in-house debates and/or speeches once a month, names for participation can be given to prefects Derrick and Matilda. Also we have our own quidditch team which is of course is open for second years and above. And finally, Derrick and Matilda will now distribute you a small book and the map of Hogwarts marked with necessary classes and locations. Please do remember that this has been used and will be used other Ravenclaws too and so you need to keep it as well as it was given to you. Read and learn the points before submitting it to the prefects or me by the end of this month."

"Lastly, I hope you all know about the points system of Hogwarts, if not then you are free to ask any of the senior students, I am sure they won't mind helping you. What I want to say is, I don't want you to add points in our points jar but would be impressed if you don't help in 'deduction' of the points or add up as much as your actions withdrew from it." He said with a somber voice and then bidding them a cheerful 'good night' he hoped off the platform and went out, while the prefects distributed the said items.

Finally, after all the things were done, they were told that the left staircase was for boys and the right for girls, also that if a boy tried to go up the girl's dorms, then the stairs would flatten themselves preventing their journey in a spectacular manner. Also, and Harry didn't like this, they were supposed to be sharing a room with someone till their second year.

As soon as this was announced, the first year mob began pairing off. Harry was paired with a muggleborn boy having curly black hairs and dark brown eyes named Terry Boot. Both Harry and Terry reached a Black Mahogany wood door with two golden nameplates on it bearing, Harry Potter and Terry Boot written on it in cursive black writing.

The room was quite simple. There were two four-poster beds with bronze trimmed purple curtains around it and purple bedsheets and quilts, one window on the eastern side, two cupboards and two tables with wooden chairs and two night tables near the beds. There was the Ravenclaw house crest on the west wall and Hogwarts crest on the northern one.

They were too tired too chat up anything so instead they changed back into their night clothes and crawled in the cold beds. Terry choose the left bed as he wasn't an early riser and the right one had the window facing east, meaning first sunshine. Harry crawled in his bed and closed his curtains. He then took the cross-legged meditative stance before clearing up his emotions and entering his mindscape, he had to sort the day out and remove the useless memories after all.

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Twin emerald orbs opened at their usual 5 in the morning. And even though Harry had slept late at night he was feeling fresh all thanks to Occulomency and his enhanced mind. So instead of lying down a bit more, he decided it was better to just crawl out and start his morning activities.

He tip-toed out of the room with his bathroom necessities and just as he closed the door behind him he flicked his wand out from the invisible silk wand holster on his wrist and silenced his feet before continuing his morning rituals. He knew he will have to remain silent until he crossed the main doors and was on the grounds for his daily exercises.

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"Good morning Harry, how are you?"

Harry looked up from his book on Ancient Runes into twin pools of never ending Grey's and gave a curt nod, "Good morning Heiress Bones, I am good." He said without any emotion and a soft voice that might send shivers down a growing hormonal girl.

Susan though nodded and gave a bright cheerful smile, "Please call me Susan, heiress Bones makes me feel awkward. And can I sit here?"

Harry acquiesced her first request with a nod and her second with a shrug. It wasn't necessary for students to keep sitting at their House tables on all days, that rule was just made for feasts. He ignored her completely even though Susan glanced in his direction every now and then and her demeanor screamed that she wanted to ask a question or two, still she remained silent and Harry was thankful for that because he was most certainly not interested in being interrogated on his first day at Hogwarts.

By this time students began filling in and the great hall started buzzing with excited chatter. Some like Susan chose to sit with their friends in other houses while some kept to their house and joked with their friends and year mates.

"Err...I have to go Harry, professor Sprout is distributing schedules. See you later!" Susan said and scurried off towards the said professor who was patiently waiting for her. Harry for his part ignored her as he was busy slicing his omelet into thin pieces.

Soon enough Harry was joined with his Housemates and too soon for his liking the chatter around him died down which only meant one thing...but he won't just give in untill there was a...

'TAP TAP TAP'

...tap. Harry shook his head and turned to see the two redheads he didn't want to meet today, so instead he just quirked his left eyebrow. Apparently Alan Potter wanted to see Harry grovel in his presence and kiss his shiny arse. Both the Potters just stared at each other while the general mob waited with bated breath.

Finally, it was Alan who spoke up first, "So, 'you' are my brother? You look weak, not got much to eat? Or decided to live on the streets instead? Cause if ya do then come with me. I don't want you tarnishing my reputation." He said and an ugly sneer crawled up the redhead Potter's face while the Black headed one just gave a cool gaze.

'My brother can't be THIS idiot.'

"Are you mute or what? Or dumb enough to not understand what I am saying?" Alan again said, his voice raising octaves as he waved his hand in front of Harry's eyes.

'Or maybe he 'is'.'

""C'MON MAN SPEAK UP SOMETHING!" Alan screamed getting agitated and his ears went Red.

"Can't you hear you dumb nerd? He is the Boy-Who-Lived. ANSWER HIM!"

Harry turned his gaze to the tall lanky redhead boy with large hand, freckles, long nose and smaller than usual clothes that looked to be strained too much with magic...Ronald Weasley if he remembered correctly.

"Either he is just dumb or simply awestruck to meet you Alan. Anyone would be, you are the Boy-Who-Lived, the strongest of us all, you could just crush anyone with a 'snap' of your fingers!" Weasley said and snapped his fingers to emphasize.

Then Weasley turned towards Harry, "Yeah we know you are speechless and want autographs and all that but for that too you need a parchment and a bottle of dark liquid known as ink. Cause even if Alan is good he isn't the pompous type to carry all of that for his fans. So c'mon brin' it out, I know you have them in there."

Weasley was simultaneously moving his hand forward towards Harry's satchel but just as he opened the flap without Harry's permission, a hold of magic coursed from the protection runes stitvhed meticulously in the bag and into the lanky redhead who screamed as he was thrown over the Hufflepuff table just behind him.

"RON!" Alan shouted and ran towards his groaning lap dog as a few seniors started helping the fallen Weasley and Professors McGonagall and Flitwick moved towards the staircase to reach where the Potters had clashed...well sort of clashed anyway.

"YOU! HOW DARE YOU HURT RON! I'll show you just why I am to be respected you EVIL DARK BASTARD!" Alan screamed and already started moving back towards Harry at a furious pace with his wand in his chubby right hand and mini-sausage like fingers wrapped around it.

Harry's eyes moved towards the staff table and he saw the headmaster watching the ongoing incident but not moving an inch while the greasy black haired professor was smirking.

"Alan Potter!" McGonagall boomed but was late as Alan was already doing the wand motion of the first spell he knew, "Expelliarmus!" his voice rang out in the silent hall, but before the weak disarming spell could have reached Harry, a stunner hit the Boy-who-lived straight and square in his chest making the boy fall like a sack of potatoes while Harry easily side stepped the oncoming spell.

Stunned silence encased the great hall, it was as if someone had just ripped the vocal cords of everyone present in it. It wasn't that big of a thing, but the boy-who-lived 'dueling' his brother and losing spectacularly was something that they were sure wasn't a daily occurrence.

"Pathetic" Harry's cold voice rang through the walls as he took his satchel and walked up to the too boys knowing full well that both of them were listening.

"Both of you are pathetic. No sense of discipline, no sense of self perseverance, a completely brash idiot who is too weak to do a thing without an equally idiot mosswipe." He said glaring the two boys with cold hatred filled eyes before looking up and around him and speaking in a louder voice, "An advice to you two and all those listening here...don't mess with me or touch my things without my permission...you won't like the consequences."

Harry said with the coldest voice glaring every single one as if challenging them to come up and challenge his authority before he swiftly turned towards his first class of the day leaving a stunned crowd behind him.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw for fighting in the Great Hall and disrupting the discipline and detention with Filch tonight, 7 pm." Severus Snape's silky voice echoed in the great hall as he announced the punishment with barely restrained glee. Giving punishments to the spawns of James Potter on the first day for fighting with each other. To Severus Snape, the year suddenly didn't seem all bad.

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Ending note- There you have it, second chapter on time! I have tried my best to give the common room and the speech as real as it could have been. Trying to present it and help you imagine how the Ravenclaw common room might have looked like...like a dark enchanted room.

Also I added a 'head of house' speech. This wasn't something done in the books and I felt it was sorely needed because this was Ravenclaw we are talking about. There has to be a reason on how Ravenclaws and Slytherins never forgot their way around Hogwarts. McGonagall was good but she lacked a few things, like taking her head of house responsibility more seriously. Even Snape was a better head of house than McGonagall, and although it's not her fault that she was also the deputy headmistress, still there are a few things that were just too necessary to be skipped.

I also introduced the famed WBWL Alan Potter in this chapter and made up how they would have first met. I tried to show a bit of how much of a bibliophile Harry is and how cold he could be. Don't worry, he will cool down but not that easily.

Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Anything is welcomed...constructive criticism is appreciated but unnecessarily flaming it will most certainly NOT be tolerated. If you don't have anything good to say, then please hear me out and stop reading it.

Other than that all questions and suggestions are as always most welcomed. Love you guys, just keep reviewing and I will keep up my work...I don't know if it's asking too much but can I get 10-15 reviews in total please? A simple 'good work Dev' will do wonders to motivate me. And if you want to suggest anything, just say it out.

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