A/N: Just a quick one to get out some information

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Harry was standing in the Library. He had begun his Quest to research wand-based magic. He already had discovered two things if you want to fight with magic, even if most effects of spells with a wand were not so potent as with staff or runes, they were stupidly faster. Battling his classmates was not much of a struggle but as he had seen against older or even adult witches and wizards he would not be fast enough. His defense would hold, but he would be overwhelmed over time. The way he learned magic, runes, ritual, and sacrifice was much more permanent than the modern ways though. Wards, enchantments, or curses would last much longer, maybe even be permanent without as much power needed for it as he would need when doing the same with modern magics. All of that he found out by reading about the development of magic in chronological order in a very remote section of the library. Deep in thought he nearly pushed over the figurine of a golden raven that looked like it was watching over this part of the Library. Harry wanted to turn to put his book back before his senses picked up a faint hum from the raven. Looking at the golden raven he joked.

"Wit Beyond Measure is Man's Greatest Treasure, right?" He was amazed as the Raven spread his wings and shook them only for one golden feather to appear out of nothing in Harry's hand.

With a questioning expression, he looked at the raven. "Thanks, I guess?" The raven looked like he was crowing, opening his beak one time before closing it again. The Feather in Harry's Hand, spun, only to point him in a certain direction. Following his intuition he made his way in the direction the feather pointed him to. As he landed in front of the entrance to the restricted section, he pulled out his cloak after making sure that the coast was clear. Now disguised he entered the restricted area without tripping any of the wards the Liberian had placed. After some turns he stood before a floor-length mirror. The Feather lay dormant in his hand and Harry looked in the Mirror only to see nothing. He tried to feel for the mirror chanting in Parseltongue in whispers. The only feedback he got from his detection spell was that there was an extended space behind the mirror and nothing ill intending. Trying his luck he just laid a hand on the mirror. With the outcome of leaving a handprint on the mirror. He sighed only to watch it vanish and seconds later cursive script appeared.

Feumaidh an fheadhainn a tha ag iarraidh faighinn a-steach don Chlàr-innse dearbhadh gu bheil iad deiseil airson itealaich

Harry got big eyes, quickly taking out his ever-faithful notebook and scribbling down every word. Watching them disappear as he finished it. Laying his hand against the mirror showed the words again. Double-checking that he got everything right he looked over the words again. In his mind, he began to start his reasoning on how to get behind that puzzle.

"A golden Raven, a feather as a compass after speaking the most known words of the Founder, according to Hogwarts A History and other sources the main contributor to the Library enchantments was Rowena Ravenclaw. Everything pointed to her and Ravenclaw was supposed to be a Scottish Noblewoman. Scotland. Wait a Minute."

Harry left the restricted section and got to another remote area he had marked on his map as the language section. Pulling out a basic dictionary for Gällish he began to translate.

Those seeking entry to the Index must prove they are ready to fly.

Harry looked at the translated words and remembered the riddles of the Ravenclaw door. Often the words had a different meaning maybe proving to fly was just another metaphor but for what. He was looking at the golden feather he nearly facepalmed before quickly returning to the mirror. this time touching it with the golden feather he could see the surface rippling before the feather glowed and the next time he looked he had a golden bracelet on his left wrist that looked like the feather he had in his hand a moment before. This time using his left arm to touch the mirror he was pulled into a wide room. The roof looked like the outside weather like in the great hall. Oversized windows let in the last sun from the outside. On a work desk lay a big open old-looking book. While around the room there were smaller desks with comfy-looking chairs. Harry could not see an exit for the moment but before he could do further exploring a Quill had rose and began to write on the empty pages of the big book and quickly made his way to it.

"Welcome Student Potter,

You are standing in the Room known as the Library Index, here you can look efficiently for books or general answers by asking the question you want the book to answer. The Index will judge each request on your intent and provide you with the answer most fitting, or a list of research material. The Feather Bracelet you gained is only visible to you or other members of the index. As is the location. Each Member of the index has to go through the rite of introduction with the only help provided being the location of the Guardian. To ask the Index a question touch this Quill and think about your Question.

Rowena Ravenclaw"

Harry looked flabbergasted at the written lines but touched the Quill and thought about the first question.

"To get out of the index you just have to think about where you want to go and a door will appear."

Harry looked very pleased about that and asked his next question.

"Yes, every founder had his private rooms or contributions to the castle. Rowena herself had made the Index, her special multi-purpose room you may find in the seventh corridor, and her private study. As a student, you may be able to gain access to all those rooms over time."

Harry cast a short Tempus charm and jumped a bit, he was nearly late for his next class so he thought about the charms classroom of Professor Flitwick and opened the appearing door. Blinking his eyes standing in the charms corridor, behind him a plain-looking brick wall.

Magic was amazing.

After the lesson, he asked Professor Flitwick about Duelling. The short Professor told him that his research was correct. Curses, Hexes, and Charms were a quicker way, and with Transfiguration was often used in Duelling or fighting. Flitwick also told him, that he would be open to teaching him if he would prove himself with the study hall next year. His grades in Charms were good enough but the Professor would not want to teach a first year. Harry was disappointed about it but the Professor cheered him up by showing him a shield charm that he could try to master till next year.

Harry sat with his classmates in the Great Hall and looked at the Daily Prophet. Padma Patil was to his right while Sayuri sat opposite of him. "Hey, Harry what had you so interested in the Paper?" Padma asked.

Harry looked at the Indian girl. "Sirius Black had proved his innocence in France after they had interrogated him for three days straight. France had made an appeal over the ICW channels for Great Britain to accept their trial result and exonerate him here."

The Talks around him stopped as even one of them choked on his cereals. Saved by Peneolpe the female prefect she looked at Harry. "Really? That is something big. Was he not believed dead?"

Harry nodded sipping on his water. "Yeah, but that would not be the last thing our ministry got wrong, didn't it?" He looked bored with the news on the outside. On the inside, he cheered. Andromeda had updated him on the progress with secret messages he got by elf post. How the Queen's team had got him out of the country for healing first before interrogating him. The Queen of Great Britain had him interrogated after that, his stories verified with the Goblin's help and once again Harry had to say that they did everything without the Ministry catching on proving this institution's reach and efficiency. He just was wondering why the Queen did not interfere more openly, the only answer he got through Andy was that they were preparing and wanted to do so without too much interference.

Sayuri had finished with her Porridge and looked at Harry. "You look good for someone who had partied the night away yesterday." She chuckled at Harry's Blush.

"You would no about that right? Miss let's play Truth or Dare. I mean yeah we won the Quidditch Cup. No big deal with the state of the Gryffindor team at the moment."

Harry tried to reply nonchalantly.

Sayuri sighed. "No big deal he says after catching the snitch in a summersault dive. You are way too modest most of the time Harry" The red-haired Girl said to get some nods from Padma and even Terry Boot who normally tried to stay neutral. The Climate between Harry and the other Boys was strained. Michael Corner tried to rile him up often when they were learning in the common room only to get put down by Harry. With words of course. Croner had learned his lesson and left his wand in his pocket. His remarks though had not stopped and Harry was just ignoring him. He had tried and said his piece, now as long as Corner would stick to words Harry would not escalate things further.

In the last weeks since he found the Index, his research about the modern way of magic had made leaps in progress. Harry now had a solid understanding of why wizards struggled with unspoken casting and wand movements. He had compared what they had learned in magical theory over the years and was very confused as he noticed that the curriculum had changed over the centuries. In the Hogwarts of old, shortly after the Founders had left this plane of existence, students would learn magic nearly the same way Harry had learned about it. Connect with your magic, they used the symbolic metaphor of a core yes but not that you had one, just as a dot to start your connection. With time, this study aid was twisted to the opinion that there was a core, and each magical must have one. Students of the Hogwarts of old would not cast any magic for nearly two or three years, that was the time it had taken their teachers to help them connect with their magic so they could will things to happen by imagination. Now with Arithmancy, Incantations, and Wand Movements, they had changed to starting students with loud incantations and wand movements to control the flow of magic by force so to speak. Quicker, and most of the time the same result because you deleted the mental discipline from the equation some students just took longer to build. The problem with the modern approach at Hogwarts at the moment was simply they expected a student who had connected with their magic to a point it would be intuitive to adjust the flow of magic to unspoken casting by the time they started their NEWTS. The whole theory about it was not touched upon in the coursework. They brute-forced the way of thinking by repetition. Nothing of the structured approach they used at Hogwarts centuries ago. After finding that out he talked about it with Sayuri in their training sessions and she told him that other countries also used this brute way but some schools like Mahoutokoro in Japan used a similar way to the Hogwarts of old. They just adapted to the more available calculated spells. Sayuri only knew about it because her parents were alumni of the Japanese school. They both found out as they wanted to study more about that specific topic that the magical schools around the globe were very secretive about what they would teach their students and how exactly they achieved that.

Harry planned to include that in the study hall material and his book, he could not understand why not everyone should learn to connect to their magic. It helped him each time they learned a new spell. Yes, he still had to use the incantation once or twice but after he tasted how the magic felt, he could replicate the same results wordlessly without much effort. If he got the spell right with the incantation of course. He struggled sometimes with the power distribution overpowering some spells with sometimes funny results. Like the feather, he had sunk into the roof of the charms classroom after overpowering the Wingardium Leviosa. Or the magnificent flame of the Incendio charm. But most of the time it did not take Harry long to control the needed output and shortly after that cast the spells silently. Not that he was the only one. Thanks to their tutors most purebloods and magical raised had no problems in class. Just the mundane raised ones struggled with even getting the spell to work and that had not changed over the whole school year and didn't look like it would either.

After his talk yesterday with his head of house he knew that the study hall would be finished shortly before the end of the year. Another thing he was excited about was the Broom prototype he would get in the summer to test for his next project. All those things were in his head before he got a poke to his side from Sayuri.

"Come on Harry. We have to get to class, you can read your Fanmail later" She said pointing at the letters from Tonks, Andy, and Ophelia. Harry got out of his stupor thanked her and followed her and the other first-years to class.

Afternoon, Harry's room

Harry looked at the Poster from the Holyhead Harpies Tonks had sent him. It was from their upcoming summer shoot and Harry acknowledged they had a very good physique. That some of them winked at him or threw kisses was distracting. That he had to hang it over his bed because he lost a bet to the metamorph magus was just increasing the blush he had after completing his task. Andy and Ophelia just congratulated him on his victory in the Quidditch Cup. Some statements for the growing charity fund. Nothing new. He looked up again at the winking witches of the Harpies and sighed a bit. Why was he so unlucky with his bets? Nevertheless, he changed to more casual apparel and made his way to his meeting point only to find it empty. No Sayuri was there but the room looked like a fight had been in this place. Chairs and tables laid around broken, scattered. Scorch marks were on the walls. Harry took out his staff in his left hand and the wand in his right hand. Chanting in Parseltongue ethereal-looking snakes appeared and hissed around, tasting the air. Whatever happened here, it could not be long ago was the impression Harry got and hoped his Spell would pick up a trace. The Snakes did not take long to get a taste of the magic of the attacker. Something in Harry had clicked. Turning off his logical thinking and activating an urge to search for Sayuri.

He followed his snakes that could only be seen by him under his cloak and made his way to the third floor.

The first red flag should have been the sleeping Cerberus. The second should have been the recovering but burnt devil's snare. Number three was the overloaded and cracked ward stone. As Harry stood in a room with a destroyed board of chess figures that were in the process of reassembling he came to a halt. He crossed the room but stopped after he saw that the next room was filled with flying and seemingly peaceful keys. His snakes still pointed to the next door so he was sure that somebody had abducted Sayuri and taken her with whoever it was for whatever reason. Harry let his mind wander, and reexperience some events. Could it be a student? That Malfoy Kid or even Corner? No. Both would be too weak to overwhelm Sayuri alone. And the attacker was alone. that he knew from his spell. So maybe an older student? But why?

Stopping his inner monologue he tried to summon Lordey, but the Houseelf that answered was not Lordey.

"What can Topat do for the young master?"

Harry blinked shortly before coming up with his answer.

"Ohh Topat could you contact Professor Flitwick, please? Sayuri Lee got attacked and carried off deeper into this obstacle curse. I think I can handle an older student but just to be sure our Head of House should be informed"

The Elf nodded following his reasoning and popped away. Harry sighed. The next his senses picked up was a wave of magic. He could feel wards coming up. They felt similar to Anti Apparation Wards. Had he alarmed the enemy or was that just a general precaution from his adversary? Harry looked at the door on the other side of the room. The old and worn wooden door with the medieval-looking lock looked like someone tried to blast through it but failed spectacularly if you looked at the slowly shrinking black mark in the middle. But with the failed attempt the one coming before him had to use the indicated way what meant. Harry looked around using his eyes to scan through the Keys. They all looked the same for the most part. Golden and with insect-like, transparent wings. He had to look for a moment till he found one key standing out more than the others. This one had clipped wings and did not fly as smoothly as the others. Harry made his way to the broom but cast his detection spell first. He had to frown for a second. Then he spoke aloud.

"It could not be that simple, could it? May I get the Key please, I want to save my friend." After he spoke the words the Keys lost their wings. All but one, the one with the injured wing that flew into his hand. He struggled with the ingenuity of his Charms Professor, who he thought was responsible for the Charm Work he put in the key and unlocked the door.

The next room was a circular one with nothing in it except for a very dead-looking mountain troll and the related stench nearly let Harry gag even if it looked like the troll had been dead for more than an hour, it still was suffocating. Slowly, Harry made his way through the room holding the cloth of his robes to his nose to mitigate some of the stench. Opening the next door carefully he still had his cloak on but the sound of the door was alarming enough.

His caution was not needed though, because he looked into an empty room with a table. On this table, he could see some flasks with fluid in them. As the door closed behind him black flames sprung up at both doors and the walls of the four-sided room rumbled before those to his left and right slowly crept up on him. Harry took long steps to get to the table and read the riddle on the parchment provided. It took him only a little while to identify the right flask but the problem was the potion. The Potion was slowly refilling but Harry would not be a potions master to know that the amount was not enough and looking at the speed of the walls and the speed of the refill process he would be squashed before the potion was refilled.

Beginning a chant in Parseltongue to identify the kind of flames he stopped it shortly after. Changing out of his Invisibility Cloak and into his hybrid form. Putting his wings around him he just jumped through the flames, only to feel a slight increase in heat. As quickly as he changed into the form of his humanoid draconic form he changed back to his human form. He pulled out his cloak again and slowly made his way down the hopefully last chamber.

Shortly After Harry sends out Topat, Flitwick's Office

The Little Charms Professor had been briefed on the situation and confirmed that two of his students were missing. Of all times something strange had to happen it happened when the headmaster was at an important conference at the ministry that had sprung up an hour ago. He tried to let himself be popped back with the elf but they bounced off a ward. Whatever happened he had to investigate and do it fast. Sending out Patroni Messages to the Headmaster and his fellow Professors he made his way to the third floor.

He had no problem overcoming the challenges of the rooms. He breezed through them but arriving at the room of Professor Snape he had to wait for the room to reset itself. Precious time that he lost.

Meanwhile with Harry

Harry looked at the Picture before him. He had found Sayuri. She was blindfolded and bound with ropes hanging from the ceiling. Standing before a big mirror was Professor Quirrel.

"Why you won't let me go? Why you got me here Professor?" Sayuri tried to get something out of him only to be ignored. Quirrel was pacing before the Mirror while he still ignored Sayuri's whining.

"Let me go! Hey! Quirrel! Let. Me . GO!" She was getting louder only for Quirrel to flick his Fingers and silence her.

Harry was in a bind he had the feeling that the Professor was more than he had shown around the year if you counted in that casual display of wandless magic. He waited for some time trying to come up with a plan to save Sayuri and get both of them out. It would be tight under his cloak but he had the feeling they would fit under it together. But first, he had to get to her, cut the ropes, and slow her fall enough to get her under his cloak. All of it without Quirrel noticing. Luckily he had silenced his steps before coming here and could descend the stairs. He was near enough to hear Quirrels rambling.

"... I can see giving the stone to my master. I can see that my plan had worked and Potter tried to rescue the foolish girl only to meet his end at the hands of my master. But how can I get the stone?"

Harry was shocked to hear that this person wanted to kill him. He had a strong suspicion about who that master could be though. To say he was not fond to meet his end, the person responsible for him being an orphan, or his DADA teacher going nuts was without saying. Something deep inside of him forced him to do something. Maybe a well-aimed sneak strike would be enough? But before Harry was in a position to do anything he could hear a new voice, which direction he could not pinpoint.

"Use the girl you imbecile! Potter may or maybe not try to save the girl but we can use her and dispose of her maybe even quicker. Use the Girl NOW!" The voice without a body sounded a bit like it was hissed by someone without good intentions.

Quirrel snapped his fingers to get Sayuri down to him. The Blindfold disappeared as was the silencing spell. Now it was the voice of Quirrel again who looked at the Ravenclaw girl.

"Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

Sayuri had this defiant look on her face that Harry knew from tier training when she was about to do something not so smart. He had to silence himself as the girl looked in the face of her Professor only to directly spit at it. Quirrel's expression twisted to a hateful glare. He whipped his wand out pointing at her "CRUCIO". As the crimson-red spell hit Sayuri she began to scream and spasm at the same time. But Before Quirrel could hold the spell longer than two seconds he gasped as he was hit out of nowhere directly into his knee bend with a blunt force. Looking around him, the only thing the Professor could see was that Sayuri had disappeared. Again the cold hissing voice was heard.

"POTTER!" Only for Quirrel to look around and get up again unleashing a torrent of fire into the room as he could not make out who saved Sayuri Lee. His eyes had changed completely to red now. The same eyes narrowed calculatingly as the flames impacted an invisible wall at the stairs. Shortly after narrowing, they got very wide as serpents made out of flames flew at him. Only to vanish with the flick of his wand.

"You dare to send serpents at Lord Voldemort? The true Heir of Salazar Slytherin?"

The next Harry knew was that a wave of pure magic knocked him and Sayuri against the stairs. He quickly tried levitating her away with his cloak to safety before he had to shield another onslaught of curses as he now had materialized. Harry could only try to defend as the curses rained against his shield, He didn't know what they would exactly do to him or Sayuri but they felt sickly disgusting.

"Well Potter, why you won't use your classmate as a shield again? Like you used your parents?" Quirrlemort dared before unleashing some curses again. This time Harry knew that he was playing with him. The speed had decreased but he still had to hold against them with most of his power. As he answered with the teeth pressed together.

"Why won't you just leave me alone and die already?" Voldemort gave out a dark chuckle. stopping in his attacks and batting away a spell from Harry with ease. Only to answer with a sickly green death curse. As Harry heard the incantation he dodged out of the way and down the stairs. His snakes should have taken Sayuri further up so she should be safe. He gasped at the pain from hitting the concrete floor after jump rolling out of the way. Parts of the steps exploded and dust filled the room. Dust that multiplied quickly after Voldemort heard the Hisses.

"Curious, you can use magic in the noble tongue?" Again Voldemort stopped his attack. "Maybe this prophecy is more true than I thought. Think about it, Harry. What we could do together. I conquered Death, together we could bring back your parents and make magic great again!" The seducing and sweet words did not affect the young wizard though as the emerald green eyes flared up.

"Nobody can conquer Death, Death will come and get all of those people who are foolish enough to believe they did exactly that in the most painful ways. Working with you? Never!"

He unleashed all the magic he had gathered while he tried to distract him in a blast of pure magic by thrusting his staff in the direction of the possessed DADA professor. The shield that Quirrlemort put up did nothing against it and he was thrown away by the pure emotions Harry had used to power up this thrust. Not that it did much damage to the powerful Dark Lord as he just used his magic to stop himself from getting pushed back further.

"You are strong Potter. Unfortunately, Lord Voldemort won't ask twice for allegiance."

Again he unleashed a strong flame spell in Harry's direction. This time he snarled as he saw that Harry just transformed and his wings protected him from the spell.

Harry was trying not to show his exhaustion. He had to transform to protect himself against that last attack. He could only hope that his message with Topat would get him some reinforcements soon. Raising his staff to defend against the next spell he could only sigh in relief as out of nowhere a bird took the brunt of the attack. With an assault of curses raining down in Voldemort's direction from the stairs. As Harry looked at who got to him in time he had to smile as the diminutive form of his Head of House with a look of pure concentration unleashed hell on his possessed colleague. Now Harry understood how the half-goblin had won so many dueling tournaments and how outclassed his ancient magic was in that regard.

"Thank you for holding out this long Mister Potter. I will take over now" Harry could only nod finally the exhaustion catching up with him. In the next five minutes, he witnessed two masters of magic duel against each other. No. That was no dueling. That was fighting! Harry had read about the rules of the circuit and none of them were sticking to regulations regarding spell selections. As Voldemort batted away the last spell Harry could see that he was looking at this wand for a second before attacking Flitwick again. The Charms Professor looked a bit winded and Harry had the desire to help somehow. Remembering the Protection he should have, he took out a silver knife and cut it into the palm of his hand. Chanting in the language of the vampires slowly and as silently as he could. Looking at the blood slowly pouring out of the cut in his palm while concentrating.

"You, that you are the foe that attacked my blood. You, that you took the innocent life of a mother offering up herself for myself. You, that you gave a body to the sworn enemy of my family. BEGONE!"

The drops of blood that had seeped out of the wound formed crimson daggers. They looked like they had a golden outline as they charged at Voldemort's unprotected side. Whipping around and trying to shield them the Dark Lord was again surprised as the knives sunk into the flesh of the body he possessed. For a second the three of them stood still. Then slowly the Body of Quirrle crumbled to dust. The flesh around the wounds made by the Daggers writhed away before the whole body gave out. Flitwick witnessed as the wound on Harry's palm closed itself before he passed out. The wraith that was floating above the remains of the Professor shrieked and flew away. Only for the second of his other missing student to come out of nowhere, a silver cloak in one arm and kneeling at Harry's side. After casting that last spell he changed back into his human form and looked like he was sleeping.

"You stupid, noble idiot." She sighed as she laid Harry's head in her lap, only to blush as she noticed the Head of her House standing there with a smile.

"Don't mind me, Miss Lee." the small Professor wiped away some sweat from his forehead and inspected some minor wounds on himself closing them with a flick of his wand. "your Hand is shaking though."

"Cuciatus, Professor. Harry had interrupted him." She answered slowly and now clearly showing the signs of cruciatus exposure. The little spasms went through her body while she showed signs of exhaustion. The rope marks on parts of her exposed skin visible. Flitwick conjured two stretchers at the same moment Professor Dumbledore and the others arrived.

"I will take them two Poppy, one fatality with the possessed Quirinius, except that two exhausted first years, one with minor cruciatus exposure" he gave his report only for the Headmaster to nod and wave his wand deactivating every single ward in the room making a door visible Flitwick took. The Headmaster looked around deep in thought. Was he not protecting his students enough? How could he let it happen that a first-year student was hit with one of the Unforgivables?

As the Professors began with the cleanup and the Headmaster that was struggling with the way he had made decisions in the last decade in one of the Gringott's offices the Rune with the equivalent of one changed to two. The Goblin looking at it gave a short goblin-like smirk. "Only one time left, very good."

Harry's room, Ravenclaw Tower, Two Hours before the Express would leave for London

Sayuri was standing in Harry's room and observed as he put the last things into his trunk.

"You know Harry, I never thought that we would win the house cup." She mentioned very nonchalantly.

"one hundred points for interrupting an abduction attempt can do that for you" Harry replied, missing the small blush on Sayuris's Face. Closing his trunk. Taking a seat at his desk while he looked at Sayuri.

"You are right, but I think we have to exercise more next year. Don't know about you, but to be unable to defend myself was an eye-opening experience." She sighed a bit.

"Yeah, I talked with our Professor about that and he told me if the study hall next year is a success, he will start giving me dueling lessons. I have no worries he would allow me to teach others what I learned." Harry smiled encouragingly.

"That would be very nice of you. What do you think only us two or do you want to open those lessons up to others?" She leaned sideways at the wall of the door while looking with a questioning gaze.

"Seriously, did not have thought about that till you mentioned it. Maybe Neville or Susan and Hannah. Don't know why but the Slytherins are keeping to themselves most of the time. Maybe the Patils. Recommendations?" He looked at her like he needed help and Sayuri chuckled.

"Let us take the break to think about possible members. I think the earliest point when Professor Flitwick will decide to judge your idea would be after the first Trimester. Enough time to compare lists and approach them personally."

Harry nodded but said nothing he stood up looking at his room for the last time before clipping his staff at his side.

"You finished?" She asked for him to nod again.

"You still don't want to ride the train, Harry?" Only to get another nod. She took the needed steps to get to him. Giving him a chaste kiss on the cheeks.

"Thanks again for saving me and being a good friend this year. See you after the summer and don't forget to write"

Harry felt the warm spot on his cheeks as he looked after the swaying backside of Sayuri. As he found his voice he looked up to the poster of the Harpies who cheered at him. Flicking his wand removing it and putting it in his trunk his mind was wandering as he followed the rest of the students to the carriages to leave for the train. As he felt the wards of Hogwarts giving him free he pulled out his cloak and disappeared with his trunk to Potter Island.

A/N: Quirrlemort did not manifest a second face. Why should he? I mean he was willingly possessed no need for abominations. Eleven Chapters for the start of this fic, I have to say this last one took longer than expected. Harry will go on a break while I work on some chapters for Naruto, other ideas, or just try to refill my creative ideas for year 2. To be always up to date with my progress, join my fresh and out-of-the-box Discord Server: qWPRgePRAx