Author's Rant- Disclaimer? First chapter please.

A heartfelt gratitude full Thanks to all those who took their time to review my fictional world. And thank you for crossing the 125 barrier lol.

This chapter was the most enjoyable one to write. I have told you better chapters are coming and this one is just the start. This chapter was actually a serendipity, which means that this one is not even in my notes. But I needed to do this. Why? Because it was Fun.

Oh okay, real reason now, This chapter gives an insight on how Harry's brain works. How he deals with his enemies and how ruthless and emotionless he literally is. how much of a hurricane he hold in himself. This chapter also paves the part for Harry's future dealings and so is a very important one in removing his lack of political power both, within and out of Wizengamot.

Fair Warning- This chapter includes some mind manipulation and little bit gore. This chapter also shows how hard Harry controls himself and shows part of the power he holds in is tiny little hands. If you are up for the task, then WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! IT'S THE JUCIEST CANDY I HAVE SERVED TILL DATE!

!yOu hAvE BEen WArNeD!

Author out!

"I am Talking."

'I am Thinking'

Spells

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Manipulation is a very simple yet useful technique in the playground,

The one who knows how to do it has already won the game.

~ R-Kade

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Previously in SotW-

Daphne blinked rapidly as if just now coming back to reality before slowly shaking her head, "Goodbye." She said and moved out of the room leaving the two boys inside it. What was the girl anticipating? His reply to the letter maybe? Maybe. Harry was about to move when a small mischief formed in his head and he smirked "Find a better place to hide than behind the door Vincent, it's really disappointing." He smirked when he felt the fear come off in waves from the fifth year and the small thoughts of 'What will I tell Daphne now?' which confirmed Harry's doubts about the boy's presence to be linked with the ice princess of Slytherin.

'When will they stop playing these foolish games and just admit me as their master already?' Harry thought as he moved out of the classroom 'Oh well, maybe the rush to top has it's own level of thrill'

Silence of the Winters

-by Dev Sagittarius Black

~~Chapter 12: Severus Snape Slayed~~

'Knock Knock'

"Enter."

The muffled reply of his knock came from behind the door to the Potions Professor's office, before which Harry was standing to attend his detention and...get some answers to the questions stuck in his head since the time he peaked in said Professor's grade 3 occluded brain.

Harry checked his pocket once more and heard the soft clinking of metal that reassured the presence of the most needed item of the eve. If everything went according to plan, Harry would easily have the very first of his real life puppets.

Harry entered and saw the sniveling man sitting on the teacher's desk, scribbling something in a register that was bound in black leather cover with golden metal edges while a small silver cauldron simmered beside him. The blue smoke originating from the cauldron at every three seconds and forming a halo gave the teenage mage a good idea of what the slimy git was brewing.

And Harry would admit that he was indeed impressed by the git, no matter how bad and childish he was, Severus Snape was indeed a genius in the fields of Potions and it's subordinates.

"Ah, Harry Potter, finally decided to grace me with your presence did you?" Snape said checking his watch and tutting in tired way, "A minute late Potter, that will be five points. I can't hope you would learn how important time is, no wonder you are nothing more than a mediocre in classes." Snape sneered before writing something more in his register and taking a look in the cauldron.

"What are you staring at Potter? You might be an insufferable Know-it-all in potions but you aren't anything close to knowing everything in this room. Now what are you waiting for? Get out of my office, go to Potions classroom 3UG and start cleaning the cauldrons, No magic. And don't you dare play smart Potter for I am right behind you, and I know what liars like you are up to." Snape drawled and went towards his personal cupboard to bring out a fresh supply of ingredients for part two of this project.

'Powdered moonstone, chopped Adder's fork... twelve Jobberknoll feathers... Sophophorous beans...'

'THUMP'

Snape turned to look at his empty office and smirked 'Looks like Potter indeed went to clean the fifty two cauldrons...idiot boy' he thought gleefully and relaxed his mind, it was indeed a momentous decision on his part to add fourth and fifth year cauldrons to the third year ones. and then add Crabbe's and Goyle's splendid work of honor that left the cauldron lookin more like a gutter than what it actually was.

'Honestly' Snape scoffed 'If not for Maddison Crabbe and Alexander Goyle being close to the dark lord I would have kicked those two blundering masses out of this dratted school!' He shook his head to remove such distracting thoughts 'Now where was I...? Ah, yes...The exquisite vial of Ptolemy'

"Please take three Dandellion Roots too professor, they increase the time duration of the Potion's efficiency from the standard three hours to five and a half."

Severus Snape froze where he stood, his eyes wide as if a deer caught in headlights and a slight sheen of sweat glistened on his pale forehead before pure unyielding rage grasped his now un-occuloded brain. He swiftly turned around and glared at...nothing? There was not even a soul in the small office other than Snape himself.

It was then that Snape saw the air shimmer a bit before the disillusionment charm wore off completely.

Snape immediately glared at the person sitting right in front of him? No not in front but on his own bloody chair, his legs on the desk which held the register he was just writing in and most frightening was the thirteen and a half inches long wand made of Peruvian Vipertooth heartstrings held in pitch black Yew wood...his wand!

And the boy was lazily twirling it betwixt his thumb, index and middle fingers with an inquisitive frown on his face.

"What. are. you. doing. with my wand. Potter?" Snape hissed catching Harry's attention who looked at him as if this was a completely normal day. "Peruvian Vipertooth is it? No wonder you are such a slimy little thing professor." Harry said and internally smirked when he saw Snape's pale face get a tint of red. It was definitely in anger, because if it was a stupid blush then Harry would curse Snape first and clear his doubts later. Seriously Man, it's Yuck!

Snape's mind was a wayward of emotions and ideas to do in such a situation, he could pull his secondary wand out and kick Potter's arse or throw a surprise wandless stunner and grab the wand before pushing Potter out of his office and calling Dumbledore to expel him or he could simply signal Dumbledore via floo and the headmaster himself witnesses the stupid situation or he could dodge anything the first year- Oh yes, a first year. How foolish he had been to think a little firsty would make him take such drastic measures, he could simply manipulate the situation to his benefits and then peacefully have Potter under his-

"Don't bother looking for ideas Professor Snape, all the ideas you just came up have already been taken care of." Harry simply said and gave a very sinister smile when Snape looked at his face wide eyed.

'Honestly Severus, the boy is a first year for Merlin's sake! He is just assuming things'

But that line of thought immediately squashed down when Harry gave a laugh, a really hollow laugh, as hollow as his soul.

"Really professor? Assuming things? I assure you I am most certainly NOT assuming things. Proof can be given by the fact that thanks to you, I now know of your secondary wand's location in your left arm." Harry tilted his head and gave the most innocent expression he could muster "Last time I checked, wasn't a secondary wand illegal to all those who aren't workjng for DMLE?"

Snape would NEVER admit it but this situation was literally making him feel something he had not felt for the past twelve gears of his useless existence...fear. Raw. primal. fear.

This was literally impossible. No one, neither Dumbledore nor even Voldemort could ever pass through his occulomency barriers without him being notified of the intrusion, and to even think that a thirteen year old brat did it.

It was just impossible! No! This was certainly some hallucination. It had to be. There was no way a little boy like Potter could do the undoable. And a Potter at that?! Completely impracticable thing. All Potters are nothing but bragging fools who don't even belong in the wizarding world!

"For someone who knows that his thoughts are being read" Harry said with casual indifference as he eyed Snape "You aren't thinking some good life saving thoughts Severus."

Snape's face looked like he just gulped down a gallon of his own blood. He closed his eyes and took a few calming breaths and focused his mind. He stepped inside his mindscape and looked straight at the huge black castle he had built up to store his memories, he tried his level best to find any outside presence but was unable to.

For a while he thought about going into his memory room and seal it before throwing the thought out. He was sure that if Potter was indeed inside his brain then that would just make his way inside Snape's mindscape easier. And though he trusted his ultimate defense, he certainly wasn't in the mood to test it.

"Finally some intelligent thought Severus. Looks like you aren't as big of a fool as I thought you to be." The dratted voice of Harry Bloody Potter resonated deep inside his mind and echoed from each and every corner, edge and wall of his own bloody mindscape! 'What the hell is the brat doing to cause this without me knowing it?' Snape grumbled and his blood seethed when he heard Harry's laughter echo like his words.

Snape immediately sat down on the huge barren land and started enacting more and more defense walls around his mindscape, stone walls that oozed lava and had poisonous spiked imbedded in them, the whole castle was shielded and deadly creatures like manticores and nundus started roaming the grounds looking out to prey any and every presence not allowed inside Snape's mind.

Finally he ordered his brain to clean every room in the castle off of any and every presence and throw it out. A side-effect of this command included Snape's presence being thrown out of his own mind and he was already prepared for it. It was like a complete flush system and the youngest potions master of Hogwarts was sure Potter wouldn't have survived it either. Memory Snape smiled when he saw the magical wave coming towards him, hurling whips and trying to catch every presence it could. Snape let the wave catch him and throw him out of the castle grounds.

That smile certainly wore off when he came back to reality. The real place where he had missed everything and crafted the path of his own downfall.

There he was. Harry James Potter looking through his private journal siting casually on a plush Black and Silver throne, one leg over the other. While he, Severus Tobias Snape was bound to a stiff metal chair with magic suppressing handcuffs right in the centre of his own office that was completely locked from inside.

Snape would never admit it but he was indeed inpressed with the boy's plan. Distracting him by angering him and slipping past his shields forcing him to go inside his brain leaving the real world completely. Then the boy came back and tied his mortal self while his consciousness was busy cleaning the already empty space of his mindscape. 'How did the boy not end up in Slytherin?'

"Welcome back Professor, hope it's all comfortable, yeah?" Harry asked the greedy haired man struggling to get out of his bounds. Idiot.

"Ah-Ah Professor, I know you know what the thing is that has bound you. I also know how good it is and you could do nothing to get rid of those. So please stop wasting time will you? I don't have much time to waste on you." Harry said offhandedly and placed the book on the side table that hosted both of Snape's primary and secondary wands.

"Whatever be your reasons for doing this Potter. I assure you, you won't succeed. The moment I get out of this, you will pay very dearly." Snape said through gritted teeth as he kept on adding layers over his occulomency barrier and thinking his ways of survival.

"I have a very good brain professor, this is why I learnt a very useful thing from you just this day. And with your generously offered permission I am quoting you, 'Do everything you wish to'." Harry grinned when he felt Snape's annoyance roll off him in waves of boiling rage.

"Now, since we have very well established the fact that you can't do a thing till I want you to. I will now do what I came for." Harry said and Snape internally gulped when he saw the boy flick his hand and the Blackthorn wood wand come in his hand.

"Potter I have told you before and am telling you again. This won't go unpunished. You can't keep me here forever and the moment I am free will be your last day!" Snape snarled at the end trying his level best to maintain decorum and a brave face while internally he was shitting himself dry.

"And here goes the faux intelligence you have been showing me. Idiot, why do you think I tied you up?" Harry flicked his wand and hit Snape's forehead with a stinger.

"Think Severus" Snape gritted his teeth at being referred to so casually, it stung. "Think more carefully...A mediocre boy of thirteen comes around and trespasses your meagre occulomency barriers. What will prevent him from completely obliviating you?"

Harry smiled coming right in front of his dear ol' potion master's horror struck face "Yes Severus. I will clean the memory of this encounter. Believe me when I say this, you won't even feel what happened after I am done with you." Harry said and pointed his wand at Snape's forehead.

"Lo-look Potter I am sure I can provide you a-anything you want from me without the need for our wands to rise." Snape stuttered out as the cold wand tip trailed over his forehead. Harry looked down at his stuttering professor contemplatively "Anything Severus?" He stopped trailing the wand but kept it still on the greasy bat's head.

Snape found the opening he needed and ignoring the 'Severus' part he nodded rapidly "Anything. No matter if you want me to brew something complicated, stop hurling insults at you, punish your brother." Sweat poured down Snape's forehead as he saw Harry loose his interest and start the game of Trail-your-wand

"O-or I can even give an oath on my magic to protect you from all harm and danger throughout your Hogwarts years." There, Snape gave his last and biggest offer, now it was pure luck and Potter's mind that would pave the wave for this evening.

Harry paused the trailing wand and quirked his left eyebrow, 'The last suggestion is indeed quite beneficial...'. Snape internally patted himself at a game played well, it was afterall a very popular saying, Throne a donkey when needed. Potter had fell for his clean hearted offer that mentioned the entirety of his Hogwarts years. What Snape didn't tell was, Harry Potter won't be staying a day in Hogwarts when Severus Snape is freed from the magic suppressing handcuffs.

All of Snape's thought went down the gutter hole when Harry Potter started laughing. It was a weird sight to be honest. To witness the most closed off boy laugh as if he was having fun with his toy. Shamefully Snape realized that Potter was indeed having fun and he was the unfortunate toy.

"You are so easy to brake Severus. Just a few clicks here and there and BINGO! You are ready to bestow me with protections even!" Harry said laughing heartily and Snape too gave an uneasy chuckle, he still had no idea how Potter's brain worked.

Slowly Harry's laughter died down and he shook his head "Sadly it's really hard to 'Throne a Donkey' when the said Donkey is having a first class view of what goes in that addled brain of yours." Harry said and looked straight in Snape's onyx eyes. Blazing jade met the cowering onyx ones and a really maniac grin stretched on Harry's face. "You might be a grade 3 Occulomens Severus Tobias Snape."

Harry announced and pressed his wand tip more, making it painfully obvious to Snape that his demise was already written tonight. "But it's still nothing in front of a grade 7 Legilimens like me!" Harry growled before whispering "I will take what I want and more Severus...Legilimens."

And like that the complete fury of a Grade 7 Master Legilimens was unleashed on the meagre for him Grade 3 occulomency shields of one Severus foot-in-his-mouth Snape. Every lie, every single truth, each and every of the committed crimes, every one of his secrets...his whole bloody life came out like an open book to read to the likes of Hadrian James Potter.

His student.

The boy he hated most.

The boy of the person he hated most.

The boy of the woman he loved most.

The boy whom he had been belittling since the day he came.

The boy whose mere existence was a threat to his life.

His worst enemy.

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And his soon to be Master

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Three and half hours was the time it took Harry Potter to pull out of his dear professor's messed up mind. He immediately went to his throne and sat down. The memories...he still couldn't believe it. But the proof was all over the place.

The proof of how Severus Snape had been friends and an admirer of his mother.

The proof of how Severus Snape hated his father and his friends Remus John Lupin, Sirius Orion Black and Peter Patrick Pettigrew.

The proof of how Severus Snape joined the Death Eaters the day his parents married.

The proof of how Severus Snape heard the parts of a prophecy given by none other than Sybil Patricia Trelawney that foretold the rise of The Chosen One who has been born with some power to Vanquish the dark lord.

The proof of how Severus Snape told this prophecy to none other than Voldemort himself.

The proof of how Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort and Severus Snape misinterpreted the prophecy and...

Harry closed his eyes as a lone tear drop fell from his right eye and traced it's path down his cheek

...and utterly butchered a joyful family...his joyful family.

Harry opened his eyes and their current state could have made even death run for her mommy. Completely red with ethereally glowing dark green eyes nursing raw arcane power inside them like some really rich wine while small shards of silver floated in it. In that dark Potion's office room of Hogwarts, if he had wanted to he could have obliterated half the castle from existence.

But Harry Potter didn't do that. He didn't even follow with the sixty two mundane and twenty four magical ways to remove the useless existence of the person sitting right in front of his eyes. Though he so wanted to try the eighth one this time. The one that includes hitting the person with a flesh peeling curse and then over sensitize the brain area. Then heal before the person dies and re-curse him. The cycle repeats till the victim lost all his will to live and begged for the mercy that death brought with herself.

But Harry didn't do that. It was very hard but he controlled himself, forcefully slamming down the delicious ideas of murdering Severus Snape. That would be too easy. plus, he would loose a his very first personal pet and therefore he wont follow his plan of obliterating Snape. Harry calmed himself down and controlled his haywire magic, leashing it as hard as he always did and for the first time since he came back from Snape's mind really looked at Snape.

White drool escaped from the man's red-purple lips that had teeth mark on it and were bleeding profusely from being bitten down very hard. His hairs were haywire looking more akin to a rat's nest and his breath still came in parts as his body involuntarily gulped as much oxygen as plausible. His eyes were half lidded and only the white was being shown. Regular tremors coursed through the man's body and his head dropped on his right shoulder with a purple neck strained hard doing a tough job of joining the two together.

Overall Severus Snape had lost his sanity and was nothing more than a useless rotten vegetable now. And Harry didn't want that, not because he had any sympathy for the shoddy snake, it was more because of the trouble he would get himself if he left Snape like this for the whole world to witness.

"Now what to do." He muttered out loud thinking of something easier than the previous idea he had, he never thought that it would take him three long hours to witness Snape's whole life. Sadly, he couldn't come up with any other idea. It was not that he hated the previous plan or couldn't do it.

It was just that, this method included moving inside Snape's brain and putting it back up to it's former useless state and doing that needed quite a bit of power that Harry was unsure of using after using quite an amount on forcefully gleaming Snape's information for three continuous hours.

'Wait a moment...' Harry narrowed his eyes and another plan formed in his mind. One that would be really very useful in the long run and would easily coerce Snape into being his puppet. And though a bit time and power consuming, it would certainly be worth it 'After all, dreams are a very powerful motivator...'

Fully made up his mind with his latest plan, Harry brought both his hands on Snape's excessively oiled head, his fingers glowed ethereally as he positioned them in the places of the ten psychological senses of a mortal's body.

The five knowledge senses- Ears, Skin, Eyes, Tongue and Nose. And five Work senses- Voice, Hands, Feet, Anus and Genitals. Each of his digits placed themselves on the specific positions and the repair work began.

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'Knock Knock'

"Enter."

Harry entered the office and strolled inside. He dutifully stayed where he was and saw his Potions professor recheck his softly simmering cauldron that he had to remake because he accidentally fell asleep for four hours straight. The only excuse for his tardiness could be traced to the tiring day he had and the dunderheads he had to deal with on an everyday basis.

"What are you looking at Potter? I have told you, this cauldron holds something far more higher than your troll level intelligence quotient. Now did you finish cleaning all the cauldrons?" Snape sneered at harry who simple nodded.

"Don't just stand there pass me your wand right now." The dungeon dweller demanded and as son as he got it he muttered "Priori Incantatem". Three summoning charms, five levitation charms and a straight line of eighteen transfiguration spell came out that had Snape make a face at how idiot the boy was to not learn the spell in the first few tries. Still satisfied that Potter hadn't used any cleaning charm he gave the wand back.

"You may go for now but remember, same time tomorrow. And I don't want any tardiness this time." Snape glared at Harry who just nodded twice and moved out of the room. After the door was closed Snape relaxed his mind and felt the tensed up state his brain was in.

Somehow it felt like his brain had just ran a life long marathon and was as tired as it could ever be 'Seems like I should indeed take some rest before brewing'. Following his great idea, he flicked his wand putting the potion under stasis as he went inside through the doors to his personal chamber to get some good night's rest.

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Harry closed the door to his shared room with Terry. Now that he was completely alone, he didn't need to close the windows that provided him with fresh cool air and the scenic starry night he loved to see. He also didn't need to put stupid velvet curtains around his bed either. Usually he did so to protect his privacy from his muggleborn room partner but it brought a problem of making the temperature inside the curtains hotter than he liked.

He then snapped his fingers making his body completely bare as all his clothes vanished only to reappear on his trunk folded neatly. Harry cherished the cool temperature that thrummed his skin and seeped inside him chilling him till his bone marrow, ridding him off all the pent up tension and stress.

Finally sighing in contentment he snapped his fingers again and his long and strong for a thirteen year old legs got covered in midnight blue cotton pajamas. He had a habit of sleeping without any T-shirt. In his opinion it was a completely unnecessary piece of clothing that made him uncomfortable and indirectly led to a hot sleepless night.

It was then that Harry summoned his Hogwarts pants and fetched out a small box, the size of a matchbox from his left pocket. He kept the pant back to where it was and placed the box on his bed. Flicking his wand he resized the box to it's former glory and opened the fruit of his hard work.

Eighty-nine vials. Eighty-nine clear vials, each having a glistening thread like substance that gave an eldritch glow. Eighty-nine threads that summarized the horrendous crimes of one Severus Tobias Snape and his merry little band of misfits.

Harry Potter grinned as right in front of his eyes was the juiciest fruit of current wizarding Britain that could very easily push the whole of Wizarding Britain and indirectly the eternity of Wizarding world go topsy-turvy. Oh how much would the people in these memory pay for just keeping these little pieces hidden and safe. And no, he didn't meant pay with money. He meant pay him with their everything...including their pesky lives.

But right now he just needed one vial. Harry pulled out the vial named S.S-PRCY and kept it aside in his trunk before closing the 'Memory Trunk' and shrinking it back to the size of a matchbox. He then placed the Memory trunk at the seventh and most secure level of his Blood and Rune protected Traveler's Trunk. Now who would believe that a teenage boy held the strings to one-third of the British Wizengamot? The answer was very simple wasn't it? No one.

There was a side factor for keeping that particular memory vial. Harry fully intended to use the opportunity when the perfect day arrived in a fortnight. More precisely, the day when all the Hogwarts students re-entered the castle and classes began as they usually did. That day will be marked as the worst day in Severus Snape's life. But Harry knew that the real torture had already begun with his little plan that he got in the end.

Killing Snape wouldn't have made him relive all of his nightmares again and again, but sleeping would. And tonight onwards, Severus Snape will relive all his nightmares every night till he begs from Harry to cure him off it, "Welcome to the hell you created for yourself Snivellous."

Harry gave a small chuckle before shaking his head and closing his eyes to sort his day out. It was time to kick out the useless memories and store the useful ones while correct any mistakes he would have done unconsciously. What, he too was a normal human being.

Halfway through his memory sorting, Harry opened his eyes, he snapped his fingers and summoned the letter kept in the inner robe pocket. The letter from Lord gerald Sandor Greengrass, with all the Snape-y dealings he had completely forgotten about this, "Now let's see what you have got for me." He said and opened the golden envelope that spat a letter and a silk ribbon completely green in colour with golden borders.

To,

Heir Hadrian James Potter,

Heir apparent to the most Ancient and Most Noble Houses of Potter and Peverell,

Greetings heir Potter,

Myself Gerald Greengrass, One Hundred and Sixty-second head of House Greengrass and a proud grandfather of two girls, one who is currently studying in the same Hogwarts year as yourself. Heir Potter I am writing this letter to express my gratitude and confirming my grand daughter's life debt for rescuing her on the night of Thirty-first of October this year, from a fully grown Mountain troll.

I must say, it's very rare for a person as young as yourself to do something this huge. I wouldn't have payed any attention to this rumor if Daphne hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes and helped me form my views about your personal self. Regrettably I don't know much about you and therefore am unable to formulate the precise views which one perceives through meeting in person.

For this reason, I am inviting you for dinner at our family manor, The Fosse on Christmas eve. I am sure an aspiring young man such as yourself would easily see the benefits of visiting us, for there is much to discuss with you which can't be done on a simple piece of parchment. I also need to witness the future of two Most Ancient and Noble Houses and am looking forward to the familial connections we could establish.

The green ribbon you received is a two way portkey that will be active from evening fall 4 o'clock on December Twenty-fifth till darkness 11 o' clock and can be activated using the password 'Regality'.

I sincerely hope you will accept the invitation and allow this old heart see the face of such budding courage even in today's world which is overflowing with cowards.

With Regards,

Lord Gerald Sandor Greengrass,

Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass

Harry read the complete letter once and crushed it 'The nerve of that man'. And to think he thought pureblood lords won't disturb him until he reached his Wizarding majority of fifteen years.

He shook his head at the utter stupidity of his thoughts and sheer confidence on the part of Gerald Greengrass. That old man had plainly told him how immature he was and how low Lord Greengrass thought of him in a thickly disguised invitation letter.

This was not a thing to be left alone, lord Greengrass had at first completely disregarded the Three rules of Letter Transportation and with this he had spat on his powers as a magical. Then the part saying 'person as young as yourself' depicted what the Greengrass lord thought about his maturity, the same bigoted one with which Lucius Malfoy lived his pathetic excuse of a life. Then he says the troll obliterating incident as a rumor. And then he never deigns it necessary to classify it an actual incident.

He is suspicious of how Harry will be able to take control of his houses or if he will be able to run it smoothly depicting his jab on his maturity and intelligence and then he not so surprisingly throws the proposal of connections. Most probably via a marriage contract between him and the one of the two girls. And by the mention of Daphne Greengrass being in his year and the trepidation on the said heiress face before she gave this letter.

Least to say, Harry had a seriously very good idea of exactly who this girl was going to be. Plus this way, Greengrass will be able to meddle with his life more and more. 'But what about the his neutrality? Won't it be tarnished by joining hands with what the public perceives as a light house?...Wait...! ' Harry reopened the letter and focused on just one line, '...proud grandfather of two girls...' he shook his head and threw the parchment away, 'What a shoddy little conniving bastard you are Gerald... '

Harry just crushed the letter once before crushing it even more and throwing it to a side. He will need to teach the old man that Hadrian Potter was not his common everyday snot stuck noble house brat. And to do so, Harry fished out his letter writing parchments from his trunk and started with the most adequate reply. Tomorrow he would send the letter with Lily when she returned from his latest letter and Rune Parchments he sent his old man today.

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Ending Note- There you have it fellas, the twelfth and most unpredictable chapter (till date) of 'Silence of the Winters. Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Please do tell! I am literally salivating in anticipation of the extremely delicious reviews (or constructive criticism even) that I will receive. Also I sincerely thank all my reviewers, Its you guys who made me write this chapter within two days! And I promise you more is on way if you keep showering me with your love. The target this time is, 135 Reviews please? I don't know how writers are able to get 25 reviews per chapter when I am just asking for 5-10 reviews per chapter lol.

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I don't know how you felt, but this is my portrayal of Harry. I am seriously very ruthless to anyone who harms me in any way whatsoever. And so is my Harry. He will never let anyone insult him or his closest ones and get away. In Silence of the Winters, Harry Potter is walking on a very thin line between Gray and utter darkness. Hope you like it.

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