Well, it's me, I'm back. I apologize for taking nearly a year to get this chapter out but alongside getting some chapters done for my other fics and helping others with their writing, life outside of that really hit me hard, both good and bad. My mother unfortunately passed away from ovarian cancer in mid May and that was devastating for all of us in the family. My sister recently got married a few days before Halloween so helping her with that took some time out of my schedule. Overall, just a very low and high period in my life.
Anyway, I've been thinking about how the magic system will work, and I've decided I'll treat it as an incredibly soft system where you can do practically anything, save some exceptions. I mean, it's magic. You're literally saying 'screw you' to how the universe normally functions, I think that'll allow for some fun. But, just because Harry and Hermione could do practically anything doesn't mean they'll be getting away scot free. They'll still be outclassed by those more powerful than them for now, including Voldemort, Dumbledore and a few others, and their friends can't do what they can. Basically, they won't be uncontested Mary Sue's or whatever when it comes to the magic side of things.
Anyway, onto the chapter. Also, I now realize things are leaning very heavily into what I believe is satire.
It was early morning at Hogwarts, the sun was barely creeping over the horizon and in a clearing in the Forbidden Forest, Harry and Hermione were currently training their magical capabilities in a small clearing. Garbed in light workout clothes, the duo were working up a light sweat, which was more than a majority of their peers at Hogwarts would ever get. Hermione was off to one side, making herself levitate a few meters off the ground, slowly zipping around and occasionally sticking to a tree using her magic, her bushy hair flopping into her face a little. During those brief moments of non flight she would force the area around her to her liking, creating various, small, basic statues made out of various elements such as fire, ice and stone. Around the size of a small to medium dog, they were nothing too complex, a reminder that she was nowhere near her max potential.
Harry himself was training in a different manner to his soulmate. While Hermione was focusing on and preferred flight and constructs, Harry had a preference for illusions and trickery. Making a temporary clone of himself, Harry was currently in a light hearted duel with it. Both of them sending shards of ice and gouts of flame from their hands as they attempted to hit the other, with only their reflexes and erecting walls of earth preventing that. Glaring at his doppelganger, Harry smirked as with a flick of his wrist, a small pebble launched itself out of the earth behind the clone, lightly smacking it in the back of the head and signaling Harry's victory.
Making a face, the clone vanished from existence, its job done and an unofficial ender to the training. Jumping down from her tree, Hermione walked over to her soulmate.
"So Hermione, how have your roommates been?" Harry asked, changing the topic from one of exercise. Plopping down on the ground, Harry idly levitated some pebbles in his hand as he stared at the sky. Hermione laid down next to him as he chose to make a small serpent out fire that danced around her.
"They're nice for the most part. A bit annoying at first but once I answered some of their questions, which were about you unfortunately, they settled down and became more tolerable. How about you?" Hermione said, fully expecting her roommates to pester her about Harry. Didn't mean she wasn't disappointed, considering how they were all 13 and should have been a little more mature.
Harry sighed."Pretty good. Neville, Dean and Seamus are alright, while Weasley is getting on my nerves. Can't wait for an excuse to cut him out." He grumbled, agitated by the redheads' constant pestering, always butting in on what he was doing, either by himself, Hermione or others. Hermione groaned.
"Ugh, tell me about it. The other you, two whole months of nobody bothering you save Malfoy, and big surprise, Weasley was attached to your hip. Can't blame me for that." Hermione countered, stating the obvious.
You'd think being the biggest celebrity in the country, more people would be clamoring to be Harry's friend, but no.
Harry shook his head. "Nope, your counterpart was a better friend and person than he was. Now, did you find anything?" Harry asked. Hermione let go of her flaming serpent as she recalled her memory.
"First generation and non magical raised seem to have some sort of long term, slow acting, very deep burrowing compulsion on them. Remember how when we first entered Diagon Alley and something was trying to tell us to abandon the non magical world? It appears to be a more intense version of that here." She said in a lecturing tone, confirming information that Harry himself found.
"Makes sense. They live here nine months out of the year and don't go anywhere else. It's like going to only one vacation spot in a foreign country a few times and deciding you want to live in that country despite experiencing nothing else." Harry muttered, bringing up how suspicious it was how the first generation eagerly joined a place they had no idea about.
"Exactly. On the other side of things, purebloods and magical-raised have nothing affecting them at all. I think it's due to the fact that either they grew up with magic and think everything is normal, or they know to check for mind manipulation as they're more familiar with it." Hermione continued. It did make sense, as for them, this was normal.
"I think that kids born here from first generation magicals follow the same thing. They think it's normal." Harry offered as well.
"Don't forget that first gen and non magicals have little to no rights, so certain half bloods and purebloods can get away with who knows what." Hermione said in a scared and disgusted tone, shivering at the horrible possibilities that could happen to others.
Harry shivered as well, remembering what happened to their counterparts. Magically enslaved and raped by a family that pretended to care for them and nobody batted an eye or they thought it's was his choice.
"That and magical-raised aren't the brightest. They don't actually 'think' things through. Remember how smart I was the first few years and then I just got 'dumber'?" Hermione joked, trying to change the atmosphere to something less depressing.
"Yeah, don't remind me. Anyway, I've put some scrying spells and wards on the Chamber of Secrets, that Third Level Corridor, the Room of Requirement and a few other places. The Chamber and Room haven't been touched, while the Corridor has been visited by Dumbledore, Quirrelmort and the rest of the staff." Harry listed off, relieved that the only place visited was the Corridor. Harry sighed.
"Nothing changed with the professors either. No mind manipulation on them, some barely teach and the bullying is going unpunished. However, I saw Flitwick was a bit annoyed with some things so that can be something to look into." Harry said in a disappointed tone, disgusted by how neglectful the staff were. Snape was no surprise but McGonagall and the others? He was conflicted about the Head of Ravenclaw. On one hand, he was supposedly smart and should have had a hand on things, but then again, he was surrounded by bigots and racists, which wasn't exactly a good thing with him being half goblin.
"Mmm, that's good." Hermione muttered in a lazy tone, seemingly uninterested in what Harry said.
"What's on your mind Hermione?" Harry asked, making a fake hand out of the earth near her head before instructing it to gently poke her cheek in a light hearted manner.
"The marriage contracts." She deadpanned, barely suppressing the urge to giggle at his poking, although she did crack a smile.
"Ugy, yeah. Wanna talk about it?" He asked, sending the hand back to where it came from. Admittedly he kept trying to put the whole thing in the back of his mind, and while all four girls were nice, well the three of them - they only had Fleur's counterpart as a reference, and he still wasn't keen on it.
"I just feel guilty and confused about it. Here's four girls we never interacted with and now we're both going to be marrying them. Yeah the two of us will get married someday, but those four are stuck with us. What sucks is that there's the near certainty that no matter what, we're dipping out ASAP and they won't want to leave." Hermione rambled, conflicted on the fact that in around five years, they'd be abandoning the four of them. They would be stuck in a marriage with them, unable to move on legally to whoever else they were interested in.
"Tell me about it. Hell, we didn't even meet Fleur yet. Nevermind the fact that we're keeping such big secrets from them. Future knowledge, double life, and so on. I mean, how exactly do you tell them 'Hey, leave this country and continent because in less than a decade, it'll probably be destroyed'?" Harry joked darkly, feeling guilty about the whole thing.
"Yeah. That's why I really hope we can convince them and their families and maybe even the rest of the first generation to get out." Hermione muttered, a plan Harry could agree with.
"Ugh, this sucks." He groaned.
"Well, it's almost time to get back for breakfast." Hermione said, checking the time. Reluctantly getting uo, the duo open portals to their respective dorms, nobody any wiser.
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"Good morning Susan!" Hermione said cheerfully, catching the redhead off guard as she left the Hufflepuff dorm, Harry smiling with her.
"Oh, um, good morning. Is everything alright?" Susan asked in worry, concerned as to why the duo were here waiting for her.
"Can't we say hello to our friends and join them for breakfast?" Harry asked rhetorically.
"No, you can, just caught off guard. You two haven't exactly been interacting with me or Daphne lately." Susan admitted, making the duo blush in embarrassment.
"Oh, we're sorry. We figured we'd give you two some space for the first week or two and let you get settled in." Hermione said, alleviating the Hufflepuff's worries.
"Well, that's appreciated, so thank you. Are we picking up Daphne?" Susan said, leading the way to the Slytherin dorms. Although, she was a bit worried given the stigma surrounding their destination.
"Of course, and no, I don't particularly care about the Slytherin bias. Daphne is Daphne, regardless of the house she's in." Harry said, seemingly reading her mind regarding the house, as well as making her blush lightly at his kind words.
"I guess you're right." Susan said a little dejectedly.
"What's the problem Susan?" Hermione asked, catching the redheads' worry.
"Just, Slytherin doesn't exactly have the best reputation here. Lot of its members went on to do a lot of horrible things." Susan rambled, waving her hands around to emphasize her point. To her credit, she was right for the most part, but the duo knew it was ultimately not completely true.
"And that was them, not Slytherin. I'm telling you Susan, if Slytherin didn't exist, they likely would've done the same thing anyway. Besides, it's beyond daft that they'd still keep a house that keeps churning out evil wizards." Harry said sternly, pointing out the major flaw in her logic. Unfortunately, based on what he and Hermione have experienced the past few weeks, the possibility magicals here being that dumb was a strong possibility.
"I guess that makes sense." Susan muttered, still unconvinced at Harry's assessment. Shortly after, the trio had made it to the entrance of the Slytherin dorms. Pulling out their phones to pass the time waiting for Daphne, showing Susan numerous things on them, the trio were unfortunately greeted by Malfoy and his two bookends.
"What are you doing here Potter?" He asked heatedly, making his way to the trio, Crabbe and Goyle in tow. Harry and Hermione were completely unphased by their approach while Susan backed up a little.
"Waiting for a friend. Begone inbred." Harry said lazily, not even looking up from his phone, although he did crack a smile.
"Excuse me?" The blonde pureblood asked, taken back at his casual dismissal.
"Go away or I shall taunt you a second time!" Harry continued, putting on an outrageous and very fake French accent. To add further insult, he made the shooing motion with his free hand, making the pale ponce redden even deeper with rage and embarrassment, taking on a hue similar to a certain redhead.
Thankfully for Draco, the blonde the trio originally came for walked out, a black haired girl their age alongside her.
"Oh, hello you three. Why are you here?" Daphne asked, letting out a small yawn as she walked to her other friends/fiancé, the black haired girl in tow. Draco and his minions were of course ignored.
"Picking you up for breakfast. Who is this?" Hermione asked, looking up and down the newcomer, knowing exactly who she was.
Daphne's companion was a slightly tanned girl a few inches taller than Daphne, with long black hair that reached her shoulders. While Daphne already had visible curves to her body, her friend still had relatively little to her, giving her a stereotypical tomboy appearance. The final contrast between them is that while Daphne had a cool, calm poker face, the black haired girl was brimming with energy, eyes wide and with a smile on her face.
"This is my best friend, Tracey Davis. We were just about to head to the dining hall ourselves." Daphne said warmly, introducing her best friend with a composed smile.
"Nice to meet you Harry, Hermione. Nice to see you again Susan." Tracey said energetically, giving the trio a small curtsy, one which only Susan returned.
"Good to meet you Tracey. Care to join us?" Hermione said happily, with Harry in agreement. Tracey of course nodded in agreement.
"So you three, how was your first few weeks here?" Harry asked, breaking the semi-awkward silence. The stares of various Hufflepuff and Slytherin didn't help either.
"Eh, it was alright. Nothing is really going on in Hufflepuff. I'll admit it's nice." Susan said, giving a noncommittal shrug, thankful for the peaceful two weeks.
"Mmmm, that's good. How's things in Slytherin you two?" Harry hummed, happy his fiance was doing well.
"Ugh, it's so annoying. Malfoy hasn't shut up the whole time." Tracey groaned, dropping her head in exasperation. Daphne could only nod in agreement.
"While I wouldn't put it so crudely, yes, Malfoy has been aggravating. Been throwing his father's name around and trying to be the leader of all the first years." Daphne explained, seemingly unbothered by her friend's agitation, only giving a light pat on the taller girl's shoulder.
"God that sounds like it sucks." Hermione said, unflinching at the glares a few older Slytherins gave her. To her side, Harry merely flipping them off behind his back as retribution. Despite being unfamiliar with the term, Daphne at least had an idea of what it meant.
"It does 'suck'. Those who don't listen to him are harassed by his followers. Tracey and I are a few of those victims, due to my connection with you and her connection with me respectively. It was just us two at first but recently he's been targeting Millicent Bulstrode as well for who knows what." Daphne explained, giving the trio an indication of how bad things were in that house.
"Poor girl. Just keeps her head down and bothers nobody and now Malfoy is being an arse to her. Worst part is that Snape does nothing about any of this." Tracey said solemnly, sympathetic to her larger roommates plight yet infuriated by their 'teachers' lack of action
Harry and Hermione internally flinched at how bad things were going. While they had an idea of what would be going on, it was a different thing entirely to hear it first-hand.
"Jeez." Hermione muttered, shaking her head in disgust at the rampant bullying. How her counterpart could be so naive was beyond her. Then again, she more than likely had magic cast on her that made her act that way.
Entering the Great Hall, the five teens ignored the few stares, especially from Dumbledore as they surveyed the area.
"Well, where shall we have breakfast?" Harry asked, motioning towards the four tables. It went without saying that Ravenclaw was a no go since they had no friends there, and while Slytherin was an option, they all knew it wouldn't go well.
"Hufflepuff okay with you Susan?" Daphne asked, playing it safe and choosing the neutral table.
"I was just going to suggest that." Susan agreed, bringing her friends to her house's table. Sitting down, Harry, Hermione and Susan on one side, Daphne and Tracey on the other. For their meal, the five of them ignored the looks and murmurs of the rest of school, content with each other's company as they ate and chatted.
All the while Dumbledore, Ronald, Snape and Malfoy continued to steal glances and glare at them.
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It was around midday and all the first years of Gryffindor and Slytherin were standing around in an empty field. Gryffindor on one side, Slytherin the other, everyone save Harry, Hermione, Neville, Millicent, Daphne, Tracey and the first gen glaring at the other house in some capacity.
"Ugh, this is pointless. Only one who looks excited to be here is Weasley." Harry thought, yawning as he glanced at Hermione.
"Seriously, almost nobody is gonna be flying a broom here anyway. Just a pointless class." She thought with an eye roll, Harry practically reading her mind.
Soon enough, their saving grace came in the form of an older woman making her way down the field, yellow eyes similar to a hawk giving her a slightly intimidating appearance.
"Everyone, I am Madam Hooch and I'll be your instructor. We'll get straight to it. Everyone raise your right hand over your broom and say UP!" The students immediately followed her instruction. For some, like Harry and Hermione, the broom shot into their outstretched hand firm. Others weren't so lucky.
"Ow, splinter." Neville hissed, plucking a particularly nasty shard of old broom wood out of his palm, a few Gryffindors and Slytherins wincing at its size.
Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Harry, Hermione and their friends smirked when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle — three — two —"
Harry was looking at Neville, expecting history to repeat and his broom to malfunction, and sure enough, it did.
Neville's broom suddenly jolted upwards like a rocket. Neville screamed as did several others. Unfortunately the broom jolted forward toward the castle. Despite his loss of control, survival instincts kicked in last second, and Neville angled himself as he rushed towards the stone wall, shoulder scraping roughly against the stone as he grinded past. Unfortunately, he wasn't done turning and to Harry and Hermione's surprise, Neville was rocketing straight towards his classmates.
Despite his speed and trajectory, Neville put his all into slowing down and not a second too soon and started to slow down slightly. However, it wasn't enough and to her unfortunate luck, Tracey Davis was his unintended victim. Ramming into her shoulder first, Neville knocked the wind out of her as he crashed into her ribs. Momentum carrying them a few meters, the two teens ended up in a twisted heap, both of them groaning and gasping in pain.
"Oof, that's gotta hurt." Hermione hissed.
"You're telling me." Harry muttered
"They're alive… just unconscious - probably a bad concussion and a broken rib or two respectively." Madam Hooch said, relieved as she checked over them. "He's especially lucky not to break his neck though. Or any other bones besides his arm. Madam Pomfrey can heal him up nicely. He'll be out of the Hospital Wing by tomorrow morning."
As Harry, Hermione and Daphne, along with most of their classmates, sighed in collective relief, Hooch conjured two stretchers, and levitated Neville and Tracey onto them.
"Alright! I'm taking Mr. Longbottom and Miss Davis to the Hospital Wing!" she shouted. "Nobody is to get on a broom until I get back. Hear me! Anyone I find disobeying me will be out of this school before they can say 'Quidditch!'" She ordered before taking the two teens to the castle's healer.
Not even a second after she was gone, Malfoy strutted over to where the crash happened.
"Hey look, the squib dropped his Remembrall." He laughed, grabbed a spherical object that ironically, Harty forgot the function for.
"Give it here Malfoy." Ron called, stomping his way over to the pompous blonde, looming over him in an attempt to intimate him.
"What are you gonna do about it Weasley?" Draco sneered, subconsciously backing away slightly from the taller redhead. Smirking, he quickly hopped on his broom and left the ground.
"If you want it so bad, come get it." He taunted, waving the ball like a trophy before zooming off towards the school. Growling, Ron simply mounted his broom and sped after him.
"Oh you fool!" Harry thought, smacking his face in annoyance at the buffoon as his classmates watched enraptured.
"You gonna rescue him when he screws up?" Hermione muttered to his side, watching the supposed expert flier and his semi-jerky movements. How her counterpart was somewhat better than him at this time despite barely flying in comparison to him was beyond her.
"Ugh, if I must." Harry groaned, not wanting to save the git yet not wanting him dead either. "Here we go." Harry muttered, watching Draco climb into the air. Eventually reaching a sufficient altitude, he merely dropped the ball, Ron thoughtlessly diving straight down after it. Seeing he wasn't making any sign of stopping, Harry merely shook his head, mounting his broom and shot off towards under his classmate.
Just as Ron was about to grab the ball, Harry rammed upwards, shoving Ron to the side and slowing his descent enough that they were now hovering right above the ground. Panting a little from the adrenaline, Harry turned to Ron, whose ears were starting to turn red in rage.
"What are you doing? I had things under control!" He said heatedly, seemingly oblivious to his near suicidal stunt. Harry blinked twice, stunned by the lack of self awareness before talking back.
"Not from what I saw, cause you were twenty feet from smashing straight into the ground. I may not like you too much but I don't want to see you commit suicide at thirteen." Harry ground out, jabbing a finger into the taller boys chest roughly before storming off.
"Next time you pull a stunt like that, at least make sure you can get down on your own without crashing." Harry called back, not even looking behind him. Ignoring the stares of his peers, Harry made his way to Hermione, idly playing with the ball in his hand.
"Dumbass." Harry said, running a hand over his face.
"Yes." Hermione agreed, giving his back a few soothing rubs. The brief, tender moment was interrupted by an older voice calling out to him. Looking towards the castle, they saw McGonagall making her way towards the pitch.
"Mr. Potter! With me." She called before heading back, not even bothering to make sure he was coming. Rolling his eyes, Harry suppressed a groan as he followed the deputy. Ignoring the whispers of the teens, he briefly caught Daphne's eye and merely gave her a wink and a knowing smirk. Unfortunately, this meant he had to pass another, less liked blonde.
"Oh, looks like Potter is going to be expelled." The blonde ponce taunted, laughing with his bulky bookends. Harry merely stopped and stared, slightly unnerving the trio. "I'll gladly give my memories of the whole stunt Malfoy. If I'm leaving, I'm taking you and Weasley with me." Harry deadpanned, giving a practically bloodthirsty grin before resuming his trek.
Catching up with the deputy, Harry turned to her, annoyed that she didn't even glance at him. "If this is about flying without permission, I'm more than willing to put my memories into a pensieve or whatever it's called on why I did so." Harry said, noticing that she raised an eyebrow slightly at his declaration. Seeing they were nearing the Charms classroom, Harry mentally rolled his eyes. Knocking on the door, she peaked her head in.
"Professor Flitwick, may I speak with Wood please?" The older woman called. Backing away, an older teen male who, if Harry remembered right, was in his fifth or sixth. Eh, he didn't really remember, let alone pay attention to that information his mum told him.
"Oh boy, here we go. Get ready to have your hopes dashed." Harry thought devilishly.
"Yes Professor?" The older male asked confused.
"I found you your new Seeker." She said proudly, gently shoving Harry into Woods field of view.
"Wait really?" He asked, shocked, a joyful smile making its way across his face. One that would vanish in seconds.
"Um, let me see. Uh, no." Harry said snarkily, pretending to contemplate joining the team.
"I beg pardon?" Wood asked nervously, his once joyful smile quickly becoming shaky.
"I don't exactly appreciate the attempt to be forced on a team for a sport I don't want to play." Harry deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.
"Mr. Potter, I wasn't forcing you." McGonagall stuttered, trying and failing to save face. She was honestly unprepared for this. Considering his skills on the broomstick along with his father's love for Quidditch, the idea that Harry didn't want to play didn't cross her mind.
"You saying 'I found you your new Seeker' leads me to believe otherwise. Can I go now?" Harry hissed, narrowing his eyes at the deputy before turning around to leave.
"Look Potter, I don't know about you, but my team needs this. At least reconsider." Oliver all but begged, a crazed look in his eyes as he tried to convince Harry to play as, roughly grabbing his sleeve. Immediately, Harry froze for a second, years of terrible memories surging forth. Taking a deep breath, Harry roughly broke free from the nutty classmate.
"Hey, hands off. I fail to see how it's my problem Mr. Wood. Now, if that'll be all, I'll be off." Harry said harshly before departing, leaving Wood to collapse onto his knees dramatically. Harry made it a few feet before he stopped, as if remembering something.
"Oh, Professor, I have to ask. What's the policy regarding dressing up for Halloween?" Harry inquired, acting as if the last few minutes didn't happen. McGonagall could only place her hand on her face in agitation and embarrassment.
"As long as whatever you dress up as doesn't interfere with your class work or isn't inappropriate, you may dress up as whatever you wish." She ground out. She honestly couldn't bother to care at the moment. While dressing up for Halloween or Samhain, depending on who you asked, wasn't against the rules, save special events, nobody did so for years. Apparently that was good enough for Harry.
"Thank you." He said cheerfully, smiling before jogging off, eager to get away from the two Quidditch nuts.
Harry soon made his way into the Gryffindor common room, searching for his best friend, who was on the common room couch reading on her tablet calmly, a few snacks next to her with a space available right next to her for his inevitable return. To his and her annoyance, Weasley was in a chair nearby, appearing anxious. He was doing absolutely nothing but waiting for Harry.
"Hey mate, what happened?" Ron asked, getting up immediately at the sight of the raven haired teen and rushing towards him. Behind him, Hermione merely rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner.
"McGonagall attempted to put me on the Quidditch team, but considering the fact I dislike Quidditch, I turned her down." Harry said plainly, trying to make his way past the redhead, who was somewhat blocking his way. This was apparently the wrong thing to say.
"Why would you do that? My brothers have been saying they need a Seeker." Ron said passionately, getting in Harry's face as his own started to turn a little red. Harry rolled his eyes as he walked past the git.
"And? I fail to see how that's my problem. If you're so upset about it, why don't you join Weasley? After all, you're such a good player supposedly." Harry mocked, referencing how Ron almost killed himself earlier. Somehow this flew right over his head.
"You know what, maybe I will." Ron said in a matter of fact tone before storming off towards where he thought McGonagall was. He'll show Potter.
"Well, that's done." Harry said flatly, staring at the portrait hole before taking the spot next to Hermione. Grabbing his DS that she handed to him, Harry summoned a blanket for the two of them.
"That's a few potential ways you could've died out of the way." Hermione said, tussling his hair affectionately as she snuggled into the couch and blanket.
"Mmmmmm." Harry agreed, giving her knee a light squeeze in affirmation.
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It was Halloween morning and the Great Hall was livelier than ever! News regarding Halloween costumes spread like fiendfyre, and in days, virtually all the first generation and non magical raised students were in some sort of costume. Dozens of superheroes, horror and pop culture icons, you name it, the students were dressed as them! To the dismay of the magical-raised, a decent amount of them were dressed as vampires, werewolves and other magical creatures that weren't looked on favorily.
Hermione herself stood out somewhat at the Gryffindor table. Dressed in a mix of silver, white and pink armor, a few of the first gen recognized her costume while the rest were somewhat clueless as it was way before their time. To complete her costume, she had a helmet reminiscent of Princess Leah from Star Wars on her head, bushy hair still poking out, and a cheap looking plastic gun on her back. All in all, to the magical raised, she looked like some sort of golem. As Hermione ate her breakfast, she sent a small wave to Susan and Daphne. To the confusion of many, Harry was nowhere in sight, a peculiarity considering they were joined at the hip.
The sounds of heavy stomping soon echoed, drawing everyone's attention. Every second they grew louder and louder before stopping right outside the closed doors. By some unseen command, the massive doors opened agonizingly slow, eventually revealing a figure. Garbed in black cloth, a dark cape hung off his diminutive shoulders, ending just a few inches above the ground and framing a pair of dark sneakers. As he stomped forward, the first gen and Hermione wordlessly stood up in a salute. They stood motionless as he walked past them, a flimsy black tie flopping about uselessly. To complete their outfit, a MASSIVE helmet encompassed their head, easily the size of his torso.
He eventually stopped in the middle of the hall, everyone staring at him in fear, worry, and unbeknownst to the staff, who were now drawing their wands, the first gen were trying to suppress their laughter. Labored breathing resonated from his helmet, becoming more and more difficult with every second. With lightning speed, his leathery gloves shot towards the front of his helmet.
"I can't breathe in this thing!" Harry gasped, flipping open his mask, revealing that he was now wearing large, round glasses under the mask, a sight that made Snape froth on sight. Immediately, Hermione and the first generation burst into laughter, easing the worries of everyone else. Giving a few mock bows to the castle, Harry strutted his way to Hermione, graciously taking the seat she offered him.
"Well, it's Halloween. The day Weasley snaps at whoever helps him learn a charm he should've known by now." Harry muttered, popping open a container of food his mum sent him. Glancing to his side, he saw the redhead in question joking around with Dean and Seamus, oblivious to the looks said first gen were giving him. Hermione shook her head.
"Eleven slash thirteen years and he knows less than the first gen that are just starting out." Hermione said in disgust, both in the blatant lack of intelligence and how he reacted when she tried to help.
"Mhmm. Five bucks says he'll snap at a fellow Gryffindor regardless of who it is." Harry offered.
"Ten bucks for it being Lavender. You've seen how she looks at him." Hermione retorted, motioning towards the girl in question, who was shyly stealing glances at the boy in question.
"Oof, you're on. If she goes crying in the loo we'll save her?" Harry winced, asking the obvious. Hermione gave him a light shove in mock anger.
"Duh. On the plus side, it'll be an amazing excuse to cut him out of our lives. We'd have a few collaborators and witnesses to back us up, so he can't run our name through the mud." Hermione gushed, eager to get the bully away from them, Harry nodding in agreement.
"Depending on how he reacts, we could actually use it to our advantage." Harry brought up, earning her curiosity.
"How so?" She asked, somewhat skeptical.
"No idea, hehe." Harry confessed, chuckling in slight embarrassment with Hermione laughing with him.
Hours later, the duo were coming out of Charms class and as expected, it wasn't pretty. Harry and Hermione didn't bother Ron at all, watching him make a fool of himself, swinging his wand around like a madman: nearly stabbed someone too. As expected, Lavender eventually offered her help in how to cast the charm correctly, not noticing the sour look upon Ron's face. Walking out, the duo didn't even walk twenty feet before they heard Ron's loud voice and Lavender running past them, clearly sobbing.
"I'm sorry Lavender but it's for the best." Hermione thought, wincing at the poor girl. Glancing around, she saw a few other students witnessed her running off. Meeting Harry's eyes, the duo began walking a little faster.
"Hey mate, where you going?" Ron called out, picking up his pace to try and catch up to Harry, ignoring the glares he was receiving.
"Away from you Weasley." Harry said in monotone, not even looking behind him. Ron blinked in confusion.
"What, why?" He asked, perplexed. Harry immediately spun in place, cape fluttering, a sneer on his face.
"Really? You don't know why I'd want to get away from you?" Harry asked sarcastically, crossing his arms. To his side, Hermione followed suit, cocking her hips in judgement. A look of realization dawned on Ron's face and he actually looked somewhat embarrassed.
"I mean, there was that thing just now but it wasn't THAT bad." Ron said with a light blush, trying and failing to play off his outburst. The duo were appalled at his casual dismissal of his bullying.
"Wasn't that bad? You sent her running and crying her damn eyes out! And you say that's not bad!?" Hermione cried out, raising her voice to the point a small crowd was forming around them. Ron opened his mouth but Harry cut him off.
"All she did was help you in class with a spell you SHOULD have known and instead of saying thank you like a decent person, you badmouth her behind her back." Harry growled, making the redhead blush in embarrassment. He wasn't done. "You didn't even try to hide it. The fact you said it loud enough that she heard you makes me think you wanted her to hear that. You don't feel bad about insulting her, you feel bad about getting caught." Harry said, jabbing his finger accusingly into the bully's chest, uncaring of the fact his ears and face were growing a deeper red by the second. Before Ron could blow up, Harry backed off into Hermione's grasp, who gently pulled him away from the situation.
"Don't talk to me until you get your act together. Goodbye Weasley. I'd say nice knowing you, but considering what just happened, that would be a lie." Harry called out as he left, flipping off his peer as he started taking some deep breaths. Around him, numerous peers were giving Ron glares, murmuring amongst themselves at his behavior before leaving him alone in the courtyard.
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Hours later, classes were over and most of the inhabitants of the castle were enjoying themselves. Costumed first gen were having the time of their lives while the magical raised were more reserved, all the while the staff watched them with either a smile, a sneer or an inquisitive gaze. Despite the atmosphere, not everyone was happy.
"Hey Parvati, is Lavender still upset? I haven't seen her all day." Neville asked the Indian teen, curious as to where her companion was. Having been near the incident hours ago, he was worried for his peer and the fact she was gone for hours. Parvati wiped her mouth as she turned to the pudgy blonde next to her.
"Yeah, I checked on her thirty minutes ago and she's still in the bathroom. She's calmed down but she's not coming out." She explained with a small grimace, shooting a glare at the gluttonous redhead who was stuffing his face with no restraint. It was as if he didn't care about what he did hours ago. So intent on eating that he was oblivious to the fact he was by himself, as there was nary a soul near him. Whether it was due to his eating or his treatment of Lavender earlier was up in the air. Neville gagged silently.
"Well, after the feast I'm going to go get her. I'd appreciate it if you'd come with me for that, you being her friend and all" He said a little nervously. Parvati gave him a reassuring smile.
"No problem Neville." She said happily before the duo returned to their dinner.
A few places down the table, Harry, who was back in normal attire,, canceled the spell he activated to listen in on Neville and Parvati's conversation, having heard what he needed.
"So, Lavender is still in the bathroom apparently." He said quietly before going back to his dinner. Hermione hummed, also out of her costume.
"We're probably gonna have to save her from the troll this time." She said, not even looking at her partner before taking a bite of her meal.
"Weasley isn't gonna bother to try and save her, considering the other me practically had to drag him to save the other you." Harry said in relief, thankful at the fact he wouldn't be there to screw up their rescue. Hermione pulled out her phone.
"Five minutes until Quirrel comes in. We want to get going or do we want to watch Dumbledore send half the school towards a deadly troll?" She informed Harry, asking his opinion as a courtesy, even though she knew his answer.
"Latter please. It's another hit towards his reputation. Imagine how people would react when they find out he potentially sent half the school to their deaths." Harry said with a cruel grin, practically salivating at the hit towards the demented headmaster's reputation.
Sure enough, not even a few seconds later, the turban clad professor was running into the Great Hall, a rarity amongst the normally lazy population, pure panic on his face.
"TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! Just thought you'd like to know." He called out, before collapsing face first onto the stone ground. Immediately the Hall erupted into panic, one Harry and Hermione tuned out with a few spells.
"Seen soap operas with better acting than that." Harry said in deadpan, drawing an unladylike snort from the taller brunette as they got up. The chaos of the students and staff continued until Dumbledore took control.
"SILENCE!" He shouted, making everyone stop in their tracks in an instant. Seeing his opportunity, Dumbledore sent the students to their respective dorms as he led the staff on a troll hunt. As the prefects led the masses away, Harry leaned into Hermione.
"And now we go rescue Lavender." He said, dragging her into a hall they were passing that led to the bathroom with practiced skill. As the duo strutted down the castle, Hermione realized something.
"Where's Neville and Parvati?" She asked in worry, now registering that particular duo weren't in the swarm of Gryffindors. Harry merely facepalmed and groaned.
"Oh you've gotta be shitting me. I forgot about them. C'mon let's go." Harry said urgently, breaking out into a jog with Hermione by his side. Rounding a corner, the duo were unprepared for and were caught off guard by another duo slamming right into them, sending all four of them to the ground. Shaking off the impact, Harry groaned internally when he saw Susan and Daphne on the ground too. Hermione was quick to react.
"What the? What are you two doing?" She all but shrieked. Getting up, she and Harry helped pull the two girls off the cold hard ground.
"Coming with you?" Daphne said rhetorically, smoothing out her uniform. Susan merely crossed her arms under her bust and nodded in agreement. Harry's jaw simply dropped in disbelief, trying to find the right words. Throwing his hands up in defeat, Harry simply led the trio towards the bathroom, resuming his jog.
"You know what? Fine, c'mon. Anyway, Neville and Parvati are missing, Lavender has been crying all day due to Weasley so we're assuming they're going to get her. Considering there's a troll roaming around the school, they're unprepared for that." He said with authority, filling the two newcomers in on what was happening.
"So a rescue mission then?" Susan in the back with a slightly excited tone, hopeful that her friends heard. The slightly overweight redhead panted from the exercise, completely unused to it, and thus was the last in line. That, and she was trying to prevent as much 'movements' from her 'girls' as she could.
Eventually, the quartet made it to their destination, if the horrid smell and destroyed bathroom door was any indication. Gaging briefly, Harry cast a spell on them that blocked out the stench, to Daphne and Susan's confusion. Peaking inside, Hermione's heart dropped.
"Oh come on!" She shouted, seeing Neville, Parvati and Lavender on the ground. Scattered about some rubble of the room, the trio were thankfully unconscious and alive, but were clearly injured. Looming above them menacingly was a twelve foot mountain troll. With only a soiled loincloth covering it, its gray skin stood out as it raised its large wooden club.
"Go get the three of them now. Yo smelly!" Harry immediately ordered, levitating a decent sized piece of rubble and lobbing it at the back of the troll's head. Successfully drawing the confused beast's ire, it turned around and glared at Harry. Smirking, Harry transfigured most of the rubble into a human like golem that charged the larger creature.
"What the hell is that!?" Susan gasped, astonished at Harry's skills. So transfixed on the creation that was currently punching the troll's fat stomach that she was unaware of the club flailing towards her head. Thankfully, she was saved by Hermione diving into her, sending them both to the ground. Pulling herself up, Hermione blushed.
"Sorry." Susan muttered, either oblivious or uncaring of the fact Hermione was essentially straddling her, as well as the fact her hand was on her chest. Recoiling from the redheads chest, Hermione got off her and pulled her up.
"Don't worry about it! Just help me get them. I'll grab Neville, you two grab the others!" Hermione ordered. Before the duo could stop her, Hermione hauled the pudgy blonde onto her shoulders with strength defying her size.
"How are you doing that?" Daphne squeaked, wide eyed at the brunette's display of freakish strength.
"Daphne I swear to God!" Hermione yelled, snapping the two back into focus. With some difficulty, Susan and Daphne were now carrying Parvati and Lavender and were now trailing behind Hermione, who was unphased by her burden. Planting Neville, Parvati and Lavender outside the bathroom, and making sure they were breathing, Hermione immediately dashed back into the bathroom.
"You're good Harry! Let's go!" Hermione said, dashing in and jumping high onto a wall and sticking to it. Fire gathering in her palm, she shot her hand forward and launched the classic fireball at the back of the troll, scorching it. Feeling the heat of the fireball outside, Susan and Daphne peaked their heads inside and dropped their jaws.
"This is incredible. I've never seen magic like this before." Susan whispered, watching Hermione float over to another wall and repeatedly shoot fireballs at the panicking troll. Down on the ground, Harry was nonchalantly dodging the trolls' wild swings.
"Dude, this is sad." He said in a bored tone, lazily stepping aside from a swing by the troll's hand. Despite the bombardment from above, the troll somehow recognized that Harry was barely moving. Swinging its club horizontally, it merely blinked when the club simply passed through Harry, which quickly phased from existence right after.
"Not even close, baby." Harry taunted, popping into sight behind the troll. Deciding to end this, Harry simply waved his hand, summoning a pillar of stone that shot up between the troll's legs very hard. It didn't even have time to go for the injured area before another pillar slammed into its jaw, making it collapse against the wall, knocked out.
"Well, that was easy." Hermione muttered, floating back down next to Harry and drawing him into a side hug. Harry merely kicked the trolls foot in mock agitation. The duos gloating was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Minds briefly crashing, the duo slowly turned around to find Daphne and Susan in the doorway, Susan slack jawed while Daphne had her arms crossed.
"You wanna explain to us what that was?" Daphne said in an accusing tone, no doubt referring to the unprecedented use of magic she just witnessed. Immediately the shock wore off and the duo began panicking. So caught up in letting loose that the teens forgot that an audience was a few feet away. Not thinking straight, Hermione waved her hand at their friends.
"Hermione, what did you do!?" Harry squeaked, ringing his hands through his hair as Susan and Daphne seemingly calmed down.
"It's temporary Harry." Hermione said, trying to placate him and her targets. It was not a second too soon as a few seconds after she cast her spell, numerous pairs of footsteps were heard rushing down the hall. Soon enough, the entire staff was in the destroyed doorway, disbelief and intrigue on their faces.
"What on Earth happened here!" McGonagall asked loudly, shaking off her shock as she stepped forward to the four students. Harry stepped forward.
"Lavender wasn't at the feast, as she was in here all day, no thanks to Ron Weasley. Neville and Parvati weren't at the feast when the troll was announced so we tried to get them. Daphne and Susan tagged along and we unfortunately ran into this dummy." He explained, giving a small kick to the downed troll in mock disappointment. Dumbledore's eyebrow raised a little at Harry's declaration. Internally, he was happy at Harry's actions. Such selfless behavior for a stranger would surely make his plans to sacrifice himself all the easier. However, to knock out a fully grown mountain troll at thirteen was an incredible feat, which didn't bode well.
"Is this true?" He asked, looking at Susan and Daphne who shrunk a little under his gaze.
"Yes, it's true. I don't know what Harry and Hermione did but they somehow fought and knocked out the troll." Daphne stuttered, the words flowing out of her mouth with ease. Internally she was confused and freaking out.
"Somehow?" McGonagall asked, looking at Harry and Hermione.
"I remember reading about something called accidental magic, and that's the best explanation I've got for what happened." Harry said, throwing his arms out as he hoped they bought his excuse. To his relief they did.
"Well in that case, just head back to your common rooms. I'll deal with the points tomorrow. Just don't get into trouble on the way there. Flitwick, can you take Longbottom, Brown and Patil to the Infirmary?" McGonagall ordered, shooing the four teens out of the bathroom as everyone began taking care of the troll. Quickly leaving, the four traveled for some time before Daphne turned on the duo, a sneer on her normally blank face.
"What did you two do to us?" She snarled, jabbing a finger at Harry's chest while Susan eyed Hermione. Alongside that, they slowly drew out their wands. While they didn't want to, they would fight their friends if needed. Harry shot Hermione a quick glance before turning back to Daphne.
"Susan, Daphne, I promise you that we'll explain things as soon as we can. We just need to tell my mum about this and she'll give us advice and help. Please trust us when we say that it's for your and OUR own good right now." Harry begged calmly. Looking him in the eye, she could tell he was desperate and serious about it. Damn those beautiful green eyes.
"Urg, fine, but it better be worth it." She relented, putting her wand away with Susan reluctantly doing the same. Harry and Hermione let go of the breath they didn't even know they were holding.
"You still have those necklaces?" Hermione asked. Susan and Daphne merely pulled them out, still around their necks.
"Whatever you do, keep those on at all times, at least until we say. It's for your own safety." Harry asked. Wordlessly, Susan and Daphne left for their dorms, not even sparing the duo a glance behind them. Hermione sighed.
"Alright, what are we going to do? We screwed up badly." She said softly. Harry pulled out his phone as he gently started leading Hermione to their dorms.
"I'm going to text mum and tell her what happened. Ask her if she can have Mr. Reilly fax over some kind of contract for the two of them. Just so we don't have to keep the silencing spell on them." Harry explained, drawing Hermione into a side hug.
In Crawley, Narcissa was having a grand time. Dressed up in a sexy clown costume, she was thankful for the warming charms she had on, as the number of kids and teens coming to her house was immense and she was sure she'd go crazy with the cold, October air in her costume. To her dismay and relief, she was alone this Halloween, as Dan and Emma were caught up in an emergency and couldn't make it, thus allowing her to do as she pleased.
"Well, it's Halloween. Hope Harry and Hermione will be okay." Narcissa thought hopefully, taking a big bite of a chocolate bar as she thought about her son and his soul mate. Getting up from her chair, Narcissa lit a few candles in remembrance of those lost this day, two in particular.
"Lily, James, I hope you're well wherever you are." Narcissa prayed in respect, thinking about the late couple whose son she took in. Deep in thought, she was startled when her cell phone buzzed to life. Pulling her phone out of her tight costume, she saw it was from Harry.
"Oh boy. What's this about Harry?" She thought as she read the message. Curiosity quickly turned into annoyance and worry as she read the message, which could be summarized as 'Harry and Hermione screwed up'. Sighing deeply, Narcissa simply plopped back down in her chair, her bountiful chest going crazy at the action.
"Urg, God damnit!" She groaned, turning off the front porch lights to discourage any more visitors, allowing her to focus on the very long phone calls she was going to make.
Hours later, Narcissa herself was not having the best of mornings, having stayed up until two in the morning last night, talking with Mr. Reilly over the phone regarding a magical contract and its contents for nearly six hours. Needless to say she was beyond tired to care about anything. Half naked in only a tank top and knickers, she was currently half covered and sprawled out in her bed messily, her large, round, plump rear sticking out as she snored noisily.
As the curvaceous woman slumbered, she flipped over lazily and groaned. Limbs flopped about mindlessly as her massive, braless chest sloshed around heavily. This had the unfortunate effect of placing her face and eyes in the path of a few beams of the morning sun's rays. Groaning in agitation, Narcissa reluctantly woke up.
"Ugh, morning already?" She thought, flopping back over onto her side. Reaching over to a small cabinet, she blushed when her immense bosom flopped back into her face, somewhat smothering her. Grabbing what she needed, she took the small vial and quickly downed it. Grimacing slightly at the intense but sweet strawberry flavor, leagues better than a European potion, she could immediately feel herself wake up from the American version of the Pepper-Up potion. Laying on her back for a minute, Narcissa reluctantly got out of bed.
"Ugh, note to self. Do nothing all day after last night." She said to herself as she stretched her body. Giving her bouncy rear a scratch, she began her morning routine, starting with the loo. Heading into the kitchen, she started up the coffee maker, grimacing at the dirty dishes she left behind last night. Waving her wand, said problem was taken care of in seconds before moving into the living room. With the coffee soon finished, Narcissa summoned it towards her as she sat in her recliner. Taking a sip of the hot drink, Narcissa sighed as she put it to the side and put her feet on the ottoman. She didn't care at all if her current appearance was 'unladylike' as her ex would say, she enjoyed this. Just about as she was about to turn on the television, she heard someone knock on the door harshly.
"And who could that be?" She thought angrily, not at all looking forward to this so early in the morning. Turning on a tablet, she went to the security system app on there and went to see who was at the front door. Courtesy of American Wizard ingenuity, the security system she had installed on her and the Grangers home allowed them to see completely around and inside the house with no restrictions. Granted she had no idea exactly how it worked herself, but considering how it saved both families from a few random thugs and magicals, both human and non human, she wasn't one to complain.
"Oh, what a surprise." Narcissa thought with an eye roll, seeing Dumbledore at her front door, the absolute eye sore that was his robes dancing across the tablet screen. Seeing his robes, Narcissa hatched a positively devilish idea. As she got out of her chair, Dumbledore knocked again, this time more harshly.
"I'll be over in a moment, just relax!" She called, throwing on the American accent she developed, summoning last night's costume over to her and putting it on with some minor difficulty. Dumbledore knocked again, once again more intensely than the last. "The more you knock, the longer I'll take getting over there!" She shouted, stumbling slightly as she pulled her shorts over her large rear and made her way to the door and putting her long blonde hair into twin ponytails. Making sure everything was in order, Narcissa opened the door with a wide smile.
"Alright, can I help you?" She asked innocently, standing in the doorway proudly despite how revealing her costume was. While her costume was normal for most of the world, for someone like Dumbledore, who despite his age and travels around the world, he never quite saw anything like the woman in front of him.
While her height of 5'9 was in line with the rest of the population, it was primarily her figure and overall appearance that caught him off guard. Since most, if not all the witches and wizards he interacted with on a daily basis were garbed in robes that left much to the imagination, he simply couldn't fathom any woman having a body like hers.
Garbed in a red and black checkered outfit, she somewhat resembled the muggle jesters of old, but that was it. She had some of the largest breasts he's ever seen despite the hundred years he's been alive traveling the world, each one around the size of her head, remaining round, firm and perky despite their size, and if their bounciness was anything to go by, a lack of support as well. The fact her top barely contained her chest and showed off a good amount of cleavage as well also didn't help.
She even had her shoulders and arms exposed, how scandalous!
Below her immense upper half, her entire midriff was exposed. Whilst she was by no means overweight, there was a hint of softness to her that if anything, enhanced her already massive curves. Her soft hips flared out dramatically from her waist, easily matching the width of her chest, supported by long, smooth legs and thick thighs. Of course, like her chest, her lower half was clad in clothing that barely covered anything, resembling a pair of knickers, and even, the ones he was familiar with covered more than hers did. Even though he couldn't see it, considering how the rest of her body looked, he had no doubt her rear was very large as well. All in all, Dumbledore never met anyone quite like her. Shoving down the awkwardness, Dumbledore addressed the woman in front of him.
"Are you Ms. Black? I'm Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts." He said pompously, drawing himself up a little, both as a habit of his importance, and to distract himself from the woman in front of him. Recognition dawned on Ms. Black's eyes.
"Yes, I'm Nancy Black, what a surprise. Come in, please." She said graciously with a New York accent, beckoning the old wizard to follow her inside. Briefly glancing down, his suspicions were confirmed, as her bum was on par with her chest in terms of size. Bouncing slightly with every step, her shorts didn't cover much, acting just like a pair of knickers with how much was exposed.
"Also, I'm sorry for my outfit. I was up late last night for Halloween and just went to bed like this. Only woke up a few minutes ago." She apologized, heading into the kitchen to grab some tea for her guest and herself. As she went to grab the tea, Dumbledore took a look around. She was obviously well off, as despite the difference between their worlds, he knew what high class looked like and Nancy knew as well. Impressive looking muggle technology, fancy furniture, a few plants here and there, as well as a few other things he couldn't recognize. Overall, it mirrored a few pureblood homes in a strange sense. His musings were interrupted by Nancy coming back with the tea. Taking her share, she plopped down unceremoniously in an impressive looking leather chair, almost on par with his at Hogwarts.
"So what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked, motioning towards an empty, less impressive chair across from her big fancy one. Reluctantly, he sat down, unused to being in something unsuited for his grandeur. Taking a sip of his tea, he couldn't help but be surprised by its unique flavor. While it wasn't the best he ever had, it was still better than most out there. He'd have to try and find out where it came from.
Little did he know it was something Narcissa bought at the non magical supermarket.
"It regards your adopted son Harry." Dumbledore said grimly, setting his tea down next to him as he looked at Nancy. Said woman looked unperturbed regarding the topic, merely sipping her tea.
"Oh dear, he didn't get in trouble or anything did he?" She asked in concern, worry plastered across her face in regards to her son. Considering the nature of the topic, she attempted to put her tea down. To her annoyance, her little table had her coffee. Sighing in faux frustration, she merely placed the steaming drink onto her soft lap, creamy thighs nearly swallowing it.
"No, no, he hasn't gotten in trouble yet. Rather it concerns your adoption of him." Dumbledore said in a matter of fact tone, folding his hands on his lap. He was fully expecting her to panic at the information he gave her. What he didn't expect her to do was moan.
"Oh boy, what could possibly be the issue? The non magical government over here and the US government approved the adoption and it's been fine for years, so I fail to see what the issue is." She ranted, throwing her head back in exasperation.
"Well, I'm not sure if you know, but young Harry is a big deal over here." Dumbledore said a little frantically, unprepared for her reaction. Nancy merely rolled her eyes.
"Ah yes, that Boy-Who-Lived bullshit. Never believed that for a second and neither did he, thank goodness." Nancy said with a smile. Internally, she was cackling up a storm.
"Ah, yes, well, anyway, Harry is extremely famous over here, and certain individuals won't take kindly to the fact a foreigner has custody over him and would worry over his safety." Dumbledore said not too subtly. Mentally he was getting irritated. Surely this woman had to know what she was doing. Harry was the most famous magical in the world, she HAD to have some ulterior motive. Nancy's demeanor immediately did a 180.
"Well sucks for them I guess." She snarled harshly, her lips curled into a sneer. Dumbledore could only blink.
"I beg your pardon?" He got out, shocked at such blatant dismissal of his threats. While it wasn't guaranteed to have happened, more often than not even him hinting at something was enough to get his way. Nancy's face took on a cold, calculating look, folding her fingers as she leaned forward slightly.
"Let's be real Mr. Dumbledore, from what Harry told me, he was horribly abused by his relatives until he was six or seven, I forget exactly. After I adopted him, without contest might I remind you, nobody from your society gave a shit then until he got his Hogwarts letter." Nancy explained, bringing up harsh points that Dumbledore couldn't exactly dispute, each one crushing his plans a little more and more. Nancy took a sip of her tea.
"Considering you people abandoned him for thirteen years, you don't have much of a case for taking custody of him, not to mention that he currently has dual citizenship with the US, so it won't be as simple as you're putting it." She hammered home, cruelly crushing his plans to take custody of Harry. While he hasn't interacted directly with the US too often, let alone recently, the stories he heard about the lengths they went to for the protection of their magical citizens sent a shiver down his spine. Nancy finished her tea and crossed one long leg over the other.
"Now, how exactly is he not safe here? Never had an issue until we went to America, which of course was simply the paperwork. Besides, all of Lord Moldybutt's minions were locked up so he has nothing to fear." Nancy said, satisfied with their protection. Of course this was a lie regarding the minions, but the visible wince from Dumbledore at her statement was delightful.
"Erm, not exactly. Some of his minions bought their way out of prison, hence why it's imperative that he's placed with someone more capable of protecting him, like the Weasleys." He confessed. It pained him to admit that Harry wasn't completely safe with some Death Eaters out and about, and thus giving her something to throw back at him wasn't ideal, but surely a little sacrifice now would pay off in the long run. To his frustration, it only seemed to reinforce her decision.
"Oh yeah, I remember that. Yeah, it's definitely not happening. We were fine for over six years, not going to ruin that. Now, where did I hear that name? Are the Weasleys a family of redheads?" She muttered, seemingly trying to recall where she heard that name.
"Yes, how do you know?" Dumbledore asked in surprise. While she was seemingly ignorant of Harry's status and importance, he couldn't understand how she knew of the Weasleys. Granted the entire family wasn't the most well liked in Magical Britain, between Molly, Arthur, the twins and their youngest son, but surely their reputation wasn't THAT bad. Nancy merely grinned.
"I had to report their mother for breaking the Statute of Secrecy when I dropped off Harry for Hogwarts. I can't in good faith let Harry live in a house that will so blatantly break the most sacred of laws." She said in a matter of fact tone, along with a smile reminiscent of the pink toad in the Ministry. Internally Dumbledore was screaming. He remembered that. How could Molly be so stupid! Nancy merely chuckled.
"Besides, and I don't want to sound like that, it looks like they're barely getting by financially. Letting Harry live there would ruin them." Nancy brought up, driving in the final nail of his half baked plan. Not to mention the animosity between Harry and the youngest son.
"Ah, I see your point." Dumbledore hissed.
"Now, is there anything else you need to speak to me about?" Nancy inquired, reaching for her coffee now that her tea was done. Dumbledore took a deep breath and got up.
"No Ms. Black, that would be all." He said dejectedly, making his way to the front door. Keeping an eye on him, Nancy was satisfied when she didn't see him cast any spells, with the security confirming her thoughts. Sighing in relief, Narcissa pulled out the recliner and laid back.
"Stupid man. Came in thinking it would be just like his usual routine." She thought, yawning as she turned on the TV. Flicking through the channel, she settled on the local news before letting her mind wander.
"Watch out, Dumbledore. Good luck dealing with people who actually think instead of dancing to your tune." She mused devilishly, chuckling as she imagined the fallout that will occur in the future.
AN: Alright, that's chapter twelve. Showed off Harry and Hermione's personal preferences on how they use magic, some bonding with Susan and Daphne. Harry saved Ron's ass during the flying lesson- and before you get on my case about me making Ron bad at flying, Book One actually showed us Ron not being too competent at flying-
Also Harry refuses to join the Quidditch team. Something that always irked me in canon and most fics. Canon, there's a reason why first years aren't allowed to be a part of the team, and the way I see it,, I'm pretty sure it's because they're pretty small, Harry smaller than even them. There's a reason why there's weight/class restrictions in some sports.
If you can figure out Harry and Hermione's costumes, kudos to you. As for Harry and Hermione's screw up by cutting loose with the troll, I figured it was a good way to balance things out in a sense and make it a bit realistic. They're 13/14 years old and despite being more mature than most of their peers, doesn't mean they're immune to lapses in their judgment and actions and will screw up at times. In this case being so eager to cut loose that they forgot Susan and Daphne were nearby and were supposed to keep their own magic secret.
I also have no regrets as to how I portray Narcissa/Nancy. I'm envisioning her as a drop dead gorgeous, absolute bombshell of a curvaceous woman and my God will I put emphasis on that when I can.
Anyway, next chapter is Christmas related stuff and I'm planning on introducing Fleur into the mix amongst other things. See you next time guys.