Author's Rant- Disclaimer? First Chapter please.

Heartfelt Thank yous to everyone who reviewed and sent me PMs. You all are awesome. I just hope I am able to keep up with your expectations and keep entertaining you all with my writings.

Mad Mav- Excellent suggestion and yes, that's what I am planning to keep, he will work on in silence and work on his own, although he will still need friends and his character will develop, he will have his flaws and one of them includes your point (which one? Keep guessing lol). Thanks for the review and hope you like future chapters too.

As I don't have much to say, I will just ask you to ignore both, my spelling and grammar mistakes as I am not very good with grammar and although I am good with spellings, it's just that autocorrect sometimes improves what I typed and sometimes worsens it. And since I am currently using my Cellphone, it's not very comfortable.

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Now off with my rant, Here You go!

"I am Talking"

'I am Thinking'

Spells

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The only one you need to be afraid of, keep motivated, work on and party with is 'you'.

~R-Kade

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Previously in SotW-

"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.

Silence of the Winters

- by Dev Sagittarius Black

~~Chapter 3: Confrontations~~

Harry was Idly standing near the door of Transfiguration class, his back pressed on the wall, his hands crossed over his chest, eyes closed and breathing rate which might make people believe that he was sleeping while standing there. Any outsider looking at him would for sure believe him to be unaware of his surrounding.

But like always, 'they' would be very wrong, because Harry was fully aware of his surrounding as he had spread out a thin sheet of pure magic around himself in a 2 metre radius with his body's centre of mass as its focus.

The sheet was invisible to naked eye and worked like a third eye for him, anything, literally anything that had mass, occupied space and/or contained magic if passed through the sheet will be notified to him. And currently he was trying to expand its radius from its current 2 metre to something more.

Footsteps were heard behind Harry and he didn't need to turn to know that they were students for transfiguration. They were all maintaining a suitable distance from him and he appreciated that. The large black mahogany doors opened and they were all led inside the classroom.

The classroom was more like a hall with benches at the centre, a teacher's table and chair placed in front of the blackboard. The table was laden with heavy books and parchments with quills dipped in blue and black ink bottles. The walls were decorated with transfiguration pointers and some famous transfigurationists who had contributed to the field of atom manipulation. Then there were wooden cupboards that covered the back wall completely with charts and sticks placed on the edge racks.

Students 'oohed' and 'aahed' at various little trinkets on display but not Harry. No, the teenage wizard wasn't interested in these trivial things, instead he was eying up the most curious thing in that class...a 'patiently' waiting Tabby Cat that was perched on the Teacher's table and was eying every student with it's...well, cat like eyes.

Harry knew this was no ordinary cat and was most likely the woman McGonagall who had welcomed them yesterday. How you may ask? Well, the cat's magic which felt remarkably like her was a big give away for one. Other than that, he had yet to see a cat with spectacle marks on her nose sitting so... stiffly for this long time duration.

Still just when the cat's eyes darted towards Harry, he immediately looked behind her towards the large blank blackboard, not at all showing that he knew her secret. It won't be a secret if everyone knew about it right? Unfortunately, his lack of surprise when McGonagall transformed back to her human self wasn't missed be the transfiguration mistress.

The lesson began as McGonagall started with a well practiced speech on introduction to the obscure branch of atom manipulation as how it was one of the most difficult branches of magic and was used in nearly every field as well as day-to-day life and she won't tolerate any kind of indiscipline in her class.

Then she taught them the Mutatio spell showing it's correct wand movement before flicking her wand, conjuring a single wooden matchstick in front of every student. "You all have the time till the end of this class to convert this matchstick into a steel needle. Always remember, the three things needed are- Will Power, Imagination and Focus. Now begin!"

It was a very easy thing, tough for a first year but a toddler's play for him. Harry knew he could just snap his fingers and conjure a new silver needle out of thin air...but that would be showing off and he needed to stay under the radars until it was the appropriate time for his skills to emerge.

Therefore, he too like others, brought his wand out and started doing the incorrect wand motion or muttering "Mutatio" at the wrong moment.

The class ended with Susan Bones from Hufflepuff and Padma Patil from Ravenclaw with the best transfigurations while Harry, Su Li, Terry Boot, Zacharias Smith and Hannah Abott had partial transfigurations.

Charms was almost the same with Harry giving just the appropriate amount of magic in his Lumos charm to power it up and give a light just like others' did.

Soon it was lunch time and Harry was a bit disturbed as someone sat beside him, he turned his head and saw Susan Bones who gave a sun shaming smile as she started piling up her plate. "That Transfiguration class was tiring, wasn't it?" She asked him. He just shrugged and went back to his Arithmetical Mysteries for you book.

"You know you intrigue me. If I may ask, why do you, you know speak so less? Not that it's a bad thing, as it is way much better than Alan Potter who just can't keep his mouth shut. He is always bragging on and on abou-"

"SUE!"

The redhead witch abruptly stopped and turned her head to see Hannah subtly zipping her mouth shut. She was confused just for a moment before understanding dawned on her and her mouth opened in an 'O' then she blushed, she knew she had a habit of babbling when she was either nervous or confused or afraid even. And fortunately, right now she was all three of them (mind the sarcasm).

"I just...don't like speaking my every thought out. No-one bothers me and vice versa, seems good enough to me." Harry replies in a cool voice which although soft, was full of confidence.

"I can if you want me to.." Susan muttered involuntarily and her eyes widened to comical dimensions before she cleared up"I-I mean I can ta-talk to you, if we can be friends?" The stuttering redhead asked forwarding her small hand, ready to pull back in a moment's notice.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he watched her hand, wheels churning in his head weighing the pros and cons of such a relationship with the girl. And finally after full ten seconds later Harry's strong hand grasped the slowly retreating hand and shook it twice, the perfect number for such a relation. Once would mean 'I don't trust you one bit and this is formal', thrice will mean 'we both trust each other' and four times will be over the board. Therefore 'twice' the perfect number which meant, 'we know each other informally and I look forward to it,still I don't trust you very much.'

"Your hands..they are..cold?" Susan muttered more to herself in confusion and wasn't expecting an answer but still got one.

"I don't know the reason but my skin always remains cold." He ofcourse knew the 'reason' but he didn't need to tell her that now...or maybe ever. Susan too shrugged it off as an oddity of his, maybe his magic wasn't fully unlocked to keep his body under optimum conditions everytime? Still she introduced her friend Hannah Abott, who followed the same tradition of handshakes before moving back to her plate as Harry went back to his book.

Defense against the dark arts could be declared the worst lecture to be taught in the entirety of Hogwarts magical education. Some might say History of Magic but Harry hadn't attended that class yet.

Truthfully, the teacher was a babbling bumbling baboon nothing more but arguably more less. Nothing, seriously nothing was taught in the class except for the fact that the weather was good today. And how beautiful Hogwarts is. Whenever a question was asked, if it was related to studies it would be pulled back to the two discussed topics of how good the weather was and how beautiful Hogwarts is.

What confused Harry more were the weak legilimency shots on his shields whenever Quirell turned towards the blackboard. To confirm his haphazard guess, he too shot a legilimency trail and was more than surprised to see a full-fledged strong occulumency shield on work.

And this gave rise to several questions, how could an accomplished occulumens 'stutter'? Why was he stuttering in the first place? Aren't there potions that cured Broca's area in Brain (the part of brain responsible for speaking clearly) and weren't people afraid of loosing life that they had a stuttering DADA professor? For Merlin's sake, he could kill others or himself even while stutering a spell!

Harry was drowned in these questions as he moved out of the class. Again he felt someone trying hard to slip under his shields and batted it out as harshly as he can. 'Things are more than quite fishy here', he wondered if he was the only one subscribed or were there other students too, getting the good ol' legilimency attacks on their mental shields? 'This most certainly demands a thorough investigation.'

Finally, it was time for the last subject of their first day- History of Magic, and Harry had to give it to his seniors as they had described the subject as best as it really was, which was plainly b-o-r-i-n-g.

But that wasn't a problem with him, what time wasted by the ghost's droning could most certainly be utilised in more exciting things, like breaking the clue for the reason why number '8' was the most influential number or why '13' was classified as a death number. Therefore instead of indulging in trivial activities like 'sleeping' which almost half his class was, he chose this time to continue his personal task.

"Are you even getting what you are reading so thoroughly?"

Harry's eyes twitched a bit, he just hated being classified as an idiot or a dunderhead who knew nothing about the thing he was doing. He was half way in his fourth year right now with abundance of raw magical power and the book he was reading was actually an ancient manuscript copied into book which he was currently trying to decipher correctly.

Harry turned his head a bit to take in the girl beside him, cold blue eyes, luscious blonde hairs that looked like interwoven golden silk, 'I am above you' look and that hidden sneer...he had seen this girl before...he raked his brain and mentally nodded 'yes, she was one of the two girls with whom Susan and Hannah had shared the boat last night'. He checked her robes too 'so she was in Slytherin'.

Unfortunately him checking her robes could have also been taken up as him checking 'her' out. And Harry knew that's what the conclusion she had came upto as she involuntarily tightened her school robes around her and tried to cover whatever of her body was exposed. He rolled his eyes and sneered inwardly 'Like I would sully my teenage body just on her whimsical desires'.

So, instead of answering with a coherent word, he just gave her a nonchalant nod and returned back to his work 'This is more important after all'.

""It looks like a completely different language...I have seen it in Runes if I remembered correctly...looks all Sanskrit to me." She continued.

"Because it is." He responded without looking up, 'What was the difference between 'pathti' and 'pathami' now? Oh yes they were past and future tenses of 'path' which meant 'study'. '

"I can help you with it, my family library has quite a few books on translating different old languages. I can ask father to owl me a 'Sanskrit to English to English' or a 'Sanskrit to English' one."

When he turned to look at her, she was looking straight forward and was trying to look like she didn't care about him and will do so only if asked and that too for a suitable price.

'A little help will certainly be very useful...' he thought and frowned "What do you want?"

There was a very faint lip twitching before the girl masked it and turned back towards Harry, " Ten galleons for the transportation of a family heirloom. Five if damaged on return and two hundred if lost. You can have it till Yule and after that with two galleons a month. So how does it sound?" She looked positively ecstatic.

"For shutting your mouth, I mean what do you want for keeping quite?" '...but unfortunately for her, I don't need any help'.

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!..B.U.R.N..!

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Her lips twisted in distaste as her eyes flashed with thinly leashed anger and the lost hidden sneer came full fledged as she pulled her nose up and shifted away from him. "Should have thought, the rates were high for a rag picker." Harry just smirked, if only she knew how much of a rag picker he was.

The last class ended and Harry had to stifle his grin as he saw the girl beside him pack up everything as fast as she could while simultaneously waking up the other Slytherin girl sleeping beside her and then with a well practiced 'sniff' in his direction she sauntered out of the class. And Harry? He just couldn't care any less.

Dinner was as good as always. He had to give it to Hogwarts elves that they did know how to cook good appetising food. Susan and Hannah weren't sitting with him so he turned his head and saw the two of them mingling with their fellow housemates 'Good for her...and me too.' he thought as he gave a nod when Susan spotted him and gave a bright cheerful wave which was soon followed by Hannah in a more subdued manner.

Just then he felt his housemates go silent and someone clear their throat behind him, he normally wouldn't have turned but the person sounded older than seventh years, and truly, his dinner disrupter was the Deputy Headmistress herself.

"Mr. Potter, headmaster has summoned you in his office after dinner, therefore you will do well to come to me rather than following your house mates to your common room."

Harry gave a polite nod "Sure professor." She nodded and went back to her seat with the ever present straight back and a cat-like grace.

"I am damn sure it's 'bout your show this morning with the Boy-Who-Lived."

Harry tilted his head right and saw the boy assigned to him as his roommate looking at him with expectant eyes.

"We will see." Harry said looking straight in the boy's brown eyes and reading a few surface thoughts just for some enjoyment.

"You will have to be careful you know, they say Alan Potter and Dumbledore are on friendly terms. It will certainly not be good to get yourself in the headmaster's 'bad' list." The boy said with pure seriousness.

Seriously? He certainly didn't care, but... "Sure, I will keep a tab on my actions." Ofcourse he will, he just didn't tell when he will start keeping tabs, maybe now? Maybe a decade later? Merlin only knows.

The boy nodded, "You better do. Not that I would mind a complete room to myself for two years with a double bed to boot but I don't wanna be a bad omen ya know." He said with a cheeky grin which Harry completely ignored as he went back to his dinner and the potions book beside him...Ah potions...Arithmancy was very exciting but Potions were like some sort of...stress reliever (no puns).

Rest of the dinner was a pleasant affair and after having one of those iced mint mouth freshners, he got up and went to the transfiguration mistress who by the looks of it was just waiting for him, because as soon as he joined her, she started walking briskly towards Dumbledore's office.

"Ice Mice" McGonagall said and turned towards him as the Griffin Gargoyle shifted to reveal the moving staircase. "You have to go alone from here Potter, I will be here once you corm down."

Harry nodded and took up the stairs musing how subtly the conniving bastard showed blatant favouritism towards his old house Gryffindor by keeping his door guardian as a Griffin Gargoyle. It was a simple thing really, a 'Griffin' as your 'door' guardian...Griffin-door... Gryffindor.

His train of thoughts came to a halt because just as he was about to knock on the door, his magical senses tingled. So, instead of knocking, he released his magical sheet to take in anything different. And lo and behold, there it was.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the innocently laying 'muggle' doormat with a stylish 'WELCOME' on it. He flicked his wand out and scanned the household contraption, and by the end of it, he was impressed.

The doormat was a scanner. A carefully crafted thin rune plate was inside it and scanned the person for their identity, magical signature and intentions alerting the headmaster of the person's nature of arrival...'ruddy brilliant Dumbledore'.

Well he would for sure use that rune plate when he had studied it laterwards, and so he stored the information making a mental note to do so very soon. But what now? Harry debated for a moment to switch on his geminus ring, it was a special ring that was given to him on his eleventh birthday, the speciality was it just needed a bit of the wearer's magic and they would be able to change their details in both Physical and Magical manner.

There were far more better Geminus rings that could help you get 'any' form you want, but they were both expensive and took more than a bit magic, this one instead 'saved' one look and magical signature and would activate that particular one when the wearer sent a bit of their magic in it.

But it was just a moment's thought before Harry discarded it, he was sure that Hogwarts' wards already had his magical signature and showing up his hidden identity for free wasn't something he really needed. So instead he clammed up his occulomency shields to full force with just one thought outside indicating that Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to see him, and with this he stepped on the mat before knocking the door twice.

"Come in Harry!" Cane a muffled reply from inside and Harry had to shake his head, how easily Dumbledore showed his visitor that 'he' was more powerful and the one who controlled everything. It was subtle but it was there.

Harry opened the door and stepped inside a...well, double storey hall with it's walls covered in bookshelves that were from the rock floor to the ceiling, also the office was littered with various trinkets that either puffed smoke or made sound or just plainly glowed periodically, his desk was also a complete mess and so was the wall that was overloaded with portraits of previous headmasters/mistresses.

The person who called him, was sitting behind his desk in his flamboyant robe, wearing a grandfatherly smile and blue twinkling eyes behind his golden half moon spectacles. The other person in the room was...not so welcomed surprise. Alan Potter was sitting in one of the two chairs in front of Dumbledore and was scowling at Harry while simultaneously popping a yellow candy from the bowl in front of him.

"Headmaster." Harry gave a polite small bow, not to the person, no that person wasn't someone to recieve his bows. He bowed to the 'position'.

"Ah, yes Harry. How are you my dear boy? Lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked smiling at him as he forwarded the bowl which Alan was gulping from.

Harry quirked an eyebrow as he denied the yellow candy, his senses tingling rapidly and so instead of taking anything from the old man he would rather check it thoroughly first,"Headmaster, I don't think I have ever given you the permission to use my first name and I am fine. Now, may I know why am I here?" He saw the damn smile diminish a bit but it was up in a moment's notice.

"Yes, yes ofcourse. So, young Mr. Potter may I call you Harry?" He asked, his eyes full of hope like twinkling stars.

"No."

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"WHAT?! You aren't serious are you?!" Alan exclaimed with wide eyes as if Harry had just said that Merlin was his bloody classmate.

"I assure you Alandale, I am very much serious, I am not on friendly basis with the headmaster and I am not sure how you are happy with it but allowing a 'stranger' use my first name like long-lost friends is certainly something I am not agreeable to." Harry replied in a monotone with as impassive of a face as plausible.

"Are you daft?! He is DUMBLEDORE! The strongest wizard out there, one who even You-know-who was afraid of, he can call you ruddy well whatever he wishes to!" The redhead Potter cried again.

Harry looked straight at Alan before completely ignoring the male banshee and moved on to the oldest wizard in the room.

"HEY! You don't dare igno-" Alan began again but was stopped by Dumbledore, "No problem Alan." He said before turning to Harry,"I understand your reasons Mr. Potter. Now, why don't you take a seat and let's discuss your actions today in the Great hall this morning."

The 'seat' was the other empty chair, that his senses told, was laced with another rune plate, probably to help the centurion warlock in 'convincing' his visitors into doing things his way.

"I will just stand Headmaster, sitting would mean prolonging this small talk and I wouldn't want to disturb your tight schedule-" he paused a bit. Dumbledore waved his hand nonchantly, "Nonsense Mr. Potter, I am free-" but his sentence was abruptly stopped "- or mine either." Harry finished himself and inwardly smirked at the third BURN of his first day.

Dumbledore gave an uneasy chuckle then cleared his throat, this meeting was not going his way. He needed to change the topic soon.

"When then let's come to the point of this 'meeting' Mr. Potter. Your detention with Argus has been cancelled out and instead of that you are just asked to say 'Sorry' to young Alan here and promise me not to do such things in future." The chief warlock said and was expecting Harry to shed thankful tears and beg for forgiveness. Unfortunately, he was so very wrong.

There was an uncomfortable silence for thirty seconds in which tension in that room rose in leaps and bounds before it was broken by Harry's cold yet slightly infuriated voice, "You mean to say that, the punishment given to both of us has been removed because he whined and you couldn't just clear one and leave the other one to show your biased nature."

"Then I have to apologise to him for the insults he threw, for his mosswipe of a friend who dared put his sausage fingers on my things 'without' my permission and to protect myself from that gobshit's little disarming spell? Is that what you mean headmaster?" Stunned silence welcomed his announcement and Dumbledore was relatively quite surprised as to how Harry had said all of that and not once did he resort to shouting like children his age would have.

"Ron is NOT a mosswipe and I am NOT A GOBSHIT! You can't call us that you SHODDY LITTLE NERDY!' Alan's hand immediately went for his wand, but before he could pull it out, Dumbledore took his stance.

"Mr. Potter please don't use expletives in my office, it does not suit such a young mouth as yourself. And as for my saying, let me rephrase it. You were the one who 'attacked' with a stunning spell, which I am sure is nothing we teach on a first year's first day before his first class and yes you do have to apologise for attacking a renowned celebrity." Dumbledore told him calmly resting his hands on his wooden desk.

Harry couldn't believe his ears, if this was the strongest manipulative wizard who had ruled wizengamot for the past forty years, he could imagine the number of fools ruling Magical Britain.

"So you are saying that I am the one attacked, eh?" Dumbledore nodded with all seriousness trying his best to guess Harry's next move.

Harry just shrugged, "Very well headmaster, then I would like an oath on magic from that...thing there, that his disarming spell was not based on the intent to cause me 'any' harm. If it's as you say it is, then that oath will be accepted and I will apologise immediately. And if not...then you very well know the consequences."

Dumbledore was about to speak but Harry wasn't done yet, "Also, I can sue him for attacking an heir to two most ancient and noble houses as well as future lord of his own house. Sufficient to put him in a ministry holding cell for the next forty-eight hours, don't you think so sir?"

Colour fell from the warlock's face, this was certainly NOT how he had wanted this meeting to progress.

"Now Mr. Potter, don't you think it's a bit overboard? Plus oaths are not to be taken lightly, they could cause him some very serious damage. Surely you understand that and won't want your own blood to suffer because of an accidental mistake right? This is not as big of a thing as you are making it up to be." He said with a weak smile hoping to see some changes but Harry's face was as hard as steel.

"Since you are so hell bent on being both blind and biased, I am not doing anything you asked me to do, also I am not promising my actions against anyone who harasses me. If that thing and his lap dog don't stop, then I am very sure headmaster, next time it will be severe than a simple stunner. So, do stop these advances cause you won't like the results."

"Also headmaster, I think you have forgotten the fact, that you are headmaster of four houses and not a not a babysitter for one whinny brat. And please, don't call me next time without preparing some really good points before falsely accusing me." Harry swiftly turned leaving the two wizards with a stunned silence, he was about to open the door when Dumbledore called out.

"I haven't given you the permission to leave Mr. Potter."

Harry stopped and turned quirking his right eyebrow, "Is there something else you wish to discuss except what has already been done?"

"No but this matter hasn't ended yet." Dumbledore replied, all his joviality gone.

"You wish to take it to court?" Harry asked again with the same hard tone and saw Dumbledore open his mouth before cutting him off "I don't think that will be a wise decision headmaster, boy-who-lived in ministry prison? Imagine the chaos it would bring. So it's better let's ended it here and now. You already have my reasons, my answers and my warnings, I don't have to say anything else. Night headmaster." He said before leaving the office and walking downstairs with equal steps to where the deputy headmistress was still waiting for him.

McGonagall frowned when she saw him "I thought both you and your brother would be coming together?"

Harry took a deep breath as he tried to control both his emotions and instincts "He is busy being pampered by the headmaster. Is there anything I could help you with professor?"

Truly? McGonagall was amused by his response but instead of laughing she bit down her cheeks and nodded. "The Headmaster restored points taken from Gryffindor house giving that your brother's actions were in heat of the moment and not by intent of harming you."

"Therefore, I too am restoring points taken from House Ravenclaw and would advise you to NOT do any such thing in future. Am I clear Mr. Potter?" She said with a stiff tone that demanded instant acquiesce. And so Harry nodded before bidding her good night and moving towards the Ravenclaw tower.

Although his face was calm, his inner self wasn't. 'Why did I act like that? I am neither THAT arrogant to use my head of house powers like that nor am I that brash for that matter. Then why did I resort to blatant threats? Why was I thinking like a raged bull? What gave me the feeling that I am the most invincible person? Why did I feel like no one can touch me even?'

Those were his thoughts with which he entered the almost silent common room. Not even bothering to think for the answer to the asked riddle as his subconscious already made him blurt it out. He instead moved upstairs and entered his room to find his roommate in his casuals, doing his charms homework.

"How did the meeting go? Did he ask you to apologise to Alan?" Terry asked as soon as he noticed Harry.

"He did." There wasn't any reason to antagonise your roommate. The person could be your best guard or your worst enemy, depends on what you make of him.

"Sooo? Did you apologise? Though personally, I don't think you would have."

Harry's eyes narrowed as he removed his shirt 'Unfortunately, my roommate is a good logician too' He turned toward Terry as he heard a whistle and quirked his left eyebrow at the boy who was eying his body with saucer wide eyes.

"Where did you get a body like that? A gym freak are you? There's NO bloody way you could have such a physique at such a young age!" The curly haired Ravenclaw exclaimed as he again scanned Harry's well toned 5'3" frame.

"Regular exercises" he said ignoring the word 'freak' completely, "And no I didn't apologise. Now have you done your Transfiguration essay?" Terry nodded.

"Good, because I haven't, so let me do mine." Saying so he pulled his books out and began his work.

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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office sloshing the firewhisky in his glass as he pondered over the day's events, more specifically the instances where the eldest Potter was in attendance. He looked at the amber liquid slosh as he went through his memories, occulomency was such an obscure yet equally marvellous branch of magic.

'Where did I go wrong? What did I do to get such a...cold response from Harry Potter? Everything was going good. Alan Potter had defeated Tom and Tom's residual magic had found the next thing which it can parasite over and since Alan was untouchable, it latched onto Harry Potter. That was what the dark aura from Potter's scar was, right? Was he wrong? Was it 'not' what he had thought it to be? Was that darkness something more than just Tom's residual magic? But if it was, then why, just why didn't it feel anything different then?'

The prophecy was clear, now more so than ever, Alan Potter was the one whom Tom had marked and Harry Potter's darkness was the thing that Tom didn't know about, 'But...can I use Harry's darkness as the 'power he knows not'? Will Harry Potter be the one to bring the surprise twist? And if yes...then how?'

Fawkes the phoenix watched his bonded lose himself deep in his own games. He intended to tell his bonded that the second boy that entered was not...well human entirely...he should have told his bonded, how...cold and hard the boy's magic had felt. It wasn't necessarily evil perse but it wasn't 'light' either, infact the boy's magic was a mixture of his two personalities, the two powerful beings that lived in him and survived as a whole...one of them felt just like one of 'those'...the ones that were above all...the ones that controlled the arcane magics on earth and by extension...the earth herself.

But Fawkes didn't tell any of that, no, instead the phoenix was contended to see his bonded plan over and over and throw the previous plans before making a new one. It was almost... euphoric...almost.

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Ending note- There you have it guys, the third chapter and that too on time! Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Please tell me! I am seriously working very hard with this fic and I want to see it finished, also the only thing to keep me motivated are your reviews, shower me with those.

I am not asking for much. Those who already have, a big THANK YOU to you guys, you are awesome and those who haven't...what wrong have I done? Please guys, just a simple 'good job Dev' is enough for me. Thanks for achieving that 10 review target...can I please get 15 for this one? You are not bound by blackmails of 'I won't submit till I get 10 reviews' for me that's a very bad thing and so I won't go down there...but it will help my motivation guys...so, 15 reviews in total? Can you help me?

Also it's always exciting to hear your thoughts and ideas, they are the things that help me get through a few more intricate plot designs.

I have tried to write a bit more and with a solid 6k word count, it's the longest I have written till date.

I have tried to make this fic more interesting and you might have noticed that by the ending lines. Who are the ones that Fawkes is thinking about? Any guesses? Although I already have my data ready, I do want to see what you guys come up with. Hidden treat, I plan on introducing those soon, or maybe laters? And the one(s) who guess it right will have their names in this fic as 'them'.

For those who are worried about the story's pace, just don't worry, this was the first day and so I had to write it in detail, Harry won't have meetings with Dumbledore every night nor will he have words with Alan either, so just chill and keep reading.

Also, one more thing, pairings have been decided, I was a bit confused, but I am sure of the pairings now. And I have to tell one thing very clearly,

Harry will not be indulging in any romantic scene untill his third year.

There will be crushes and one-sided love moments but that's it. I have made Harry a thirteen year old guy but even thirteen year olds don't go farther than simple kisses or maybe snog sessions. So, you will have to wait for that ;-)

Lastly, please forgive my spelling and grammatical mistakes as I still haven't got any Beta reader, I have asked a few and am currently waiting for their response, still if you are interested then please PM me, we can talk up other things laterwards. And ofcourse I will be most thankful.

And a bad news too...my exam is coming up. Just one exam which is on 13th of September this year. I have worked for three continuous years and I just can't let it spoil now...so bear with me and wait for the next chapter as it won't be up until 14th...wish me luck guys!

Hoping to see your reviews.

Regards,

Dev Black

Lord of the most Ancient and Most Noble house of Black