Harry had been eating his breakfast with Hermione on the Ravenclaw table when a regal eagle owl landed in front of them, his legs stuck out towards Harry, who relieved the bird from the letter. The Owl took off, it's work done.

Harry checked the letter only to see the seal of the English National Quidditch team. He immediately put the letter in his robe's pocket and dragged Hermione to the kitchens, ignoring her protests.

He then showed her the letter, shutting her up. Hermione had been as shocked as Harry when they found the invitation to 'The London Quidditch Campus' for tryouts but then squealed in delight congratulating him. They had both agreed that it was too big of an opportunity to be missed. They had both eaten breakfast in the kitchens and then snogged a bit before Harry left for the LQC, after informing both Snape and Dumbledore. Of course, they were told that his leave had to do with the Ministry. They accepted it after they had been shown the invitation card with the Ministry stamp on it.

--X--

So here he was, in London Quidditch Campus. There were 10 different Quidditch pitches on the campus, which would have been thought impossible after seeing the campus from outside.

'Extension charms, probably', Harry thought as he showed the invitation to the wizard guarding the entrance. Soon he was led to an office, where he saw two somewhat familiar faces, though he can't remember clearly where he had seen them and one unfamiliar face. The first one had a grin on his face and looked really jolly. The second one had a completely neutral expression on his face, while the third and unfamiliar one was sitting on a chair and looking at Harry with judging eyes.

"This is the one who would save the English Quidditch team from shame. A pretty face. Are you sure you aren't out of your mind, McKvoy?" The third one asked while mocking Harry at the same time, which made Harry's eyes narrow at him making him shiver unconsciously.

"Oh, believe me, Coach Ravendish. Mr Potter here is an amazing flyer and also a very good Chaser. Why, the last day he scored 58 goals singlehandedly against the Gryffindor team, and that also against Oliver Wood. You know, the bloke that is being scouted for the reserve team by Puddlemere." McKvoy tried to soothe the surly coach. However, the thing about Puddlemere scouting Oliver Wood did interest Harry a bit.

Harry also remembered where he had seen those two. They had been in the spectator's stand when he was playing Quidditch.

"What do you say Derevill?" The coach asked the only person other than Harry who had been quiet.

"I say let us see him fly coach. Only then we would come to a final decision. But I wouldn't deny that Mr Potter is an exceptional Chaser and I don't think I have ever seen a better flyer than him. And I had seen Viktor Krum tearing onto our defence in the match against Bulgaria." Philbert Derevill, the manager of the English National Quidditch team answered.

"Very well! Follow us then, Mr Potter" Ravendish said as he left the room with three occupants.

(After a few moments)

McKvoy whistled as Harry did a sloth roll, dodging the bludger and using the momentum to nail the goal into the left post completely baffling the keeper, who hadn't expected it at all.

"What do you say now, Coach?" McKvoy said with a huge grin on his face.

"Damn!" Ravendish was impressed seeing Harry toy with International-level players.

"He certainly was holding back in the school game," Derevill spoke in awe as Harry again scored a goal while feinting the keeper.

"Bugger! Did he just?" Ravendish exclaimed as Harry feinted one of the chasers, Flitney, ploughing him into the ground before hitting one more goal, completely frustrating the Keeper.

"Yeah! he did", Derevill affirmed as Flitney rejoined the team in the air, "What do you think they would call it? 'The Potter Plough'?"

"Quite a name", Ravendish said as he signalled the reserve chasers who were playing as Harry's team to stand down.

Harry was now alone without anyone to assist him with passes, with Three chasers trying to steal the quaffle, Two beaters attacking him and a keeper defending the goal goalposts.

Ravendish just kept his eyes fixed on Harry as he recovered after getting hit by a bludger from Indira Choudhary and flew, with the Firebolt in his complete control, towards Captain Vosper and stole the quaffle before it can be passed to Hawksworth and threw it towards the goalposts. The quaffle looked like it would score in the left post, but it feinted the keeper again by out-swinging and passing through the right one.

"Derevill, do whatever you want. I want Mr Potter to be playing with the English team in the World Cup. We have a match with the French on the 28th. Do not try to haggle with him. Accept anything he wants, if it is reasonable but make sure he signs the contract for at least the World Cup!" Ravendish barked as he called back the chasers and beaters while sending the reserve Keeper to assist Frisby and told Harry to score against 2 keepers.

--X--

A mildly winded Harry Potter port keyed back to Hogsmeade before taking a carriage to Hogwarts. He showered and went to find Hermione, who he guessed to be in the library to do the homework. But Harry didn't find her there. He looked around and even in the Room of Requirements but didn't find her.

Finally, he saw spells being fired across the raven claw tower. He resized his shrunk firebolt and flew over to the scene. What he saw made him see red. Hermione was struggling against 5 senior Slytherins, while Malfoy and his goons were also trying to get a lucky shot on her.

"You dare sully a pureblood, you mudborn!" A girl he recognised as Grace Parkinson screeched and sent a Face boil curse at Hermione who just twirled her wand clockwise strengthening her already cast 'Protego'.

"Depulso!" An enraged Harry launched an overpowered spell just in front of the Slytherins causing them to be thrown off their feet.

"You dare!" Harry shouted as his wand started to glow with an ethereal black aura.

"Defending your mudblood, are you Potter?" Flint sneered as he got up to his feet.

A red sell clashed with Flint sending him flying away, and with the noise of crunches, Harry knew at least a few of his bones had been broken seriously.

"I don't need anyone to defend myself", Hermione's hair was flowing regally with the wind, making her look like a warrior princess.

Grace Parkinson was then caught by a purple curse on her face, by Hermione, and was thrown away once again. Harry could see shards of her teeth flying in all directions.

Hermione was already on her next move as she stabbed her wand in her opponents' direction.

"Avis!" 20 birds were conjured out of her wand as she followed it with 'Oppungo!'

The birds all became aggressive and launched themselves at the rest of the Slytherins. Harry twirled his wand anticlockwise and transfigured all the birds into heavy boxing gloves before they hit the target.

Screams of pain were heard as the attackers found their bones broken and muscles torn from the onslaught.

At the same time, Malfoy who had sneaked in the back of the couple tried to hit them with a curse. Harry's wand cast a protego autonomously, similar to his Holly and Pheonix feather wand that had countered Voldemort's killing curse with an Expelliarmus.

Hermione with adrenaline running through her slashed her wand in the direction of Malfoy and cried "Depulso!"

The curse hit home and Malfoy was launched from 3rd floor to the hard unforgiving ground with a rather sickening crunch.

Hermione's eyes widened as she saw it happen. She trembled and a fearful expression found its way to her face.

Harry just embraced her tightly and rubbed her back to soothe her. By that time Professors were rushing towards them and Madam Hooch, who had been at the the grounds, reached Malfoy and took him to the hospital wing.

"What is the meaning of this?" Albus Dumbledore thundered as he looked at Harry, who ignored him and whispered to Hermione.

"Are you alright?" At her nod, he said "Don't worry too much about them. I will not let anything happen to you, believe me", and then let his magic wrap over her which soothed her.

He then turned to Dumbledore and said in a cold voice "What happened is that a bunch of brats tried to harm my fiance when they thought she was vulnerable", Hermione stiffened at that but Harry rubbed her back signalling her to play along, "You know what this means, don't you? I can declare feud and kill them all in an honour duel if I want to."

Dumbledore paled and tried to placate Harry when he saw he would have no advantage from this incident "Let's not be hasty. We can all talk this out peacefully. They all are just children and deserve a second"

"Please shut up Professor," Harry cut off Dumbledore, "Call us through an elf after their guardians come to Hogwarts. I will negotiate directly with them and this is Final!", he added when he saw Dumbledore trying to interrupt.

With that, Harry took Hermione's arm and led her away, to the Room of Requirements.

--X--

"Hey, Don't worry. I promise you won't be in trouble," Harry assured her but then muttered with anger in his voice, "The same couldn't be said about those who dared to attack you."

"Oh Harry, I don't want to get you in trouble for me," Hermione said in a small voice.

Harry smirked "Believe me, love, I am not the one in trouble," His expressions changed to enraged "Malfoy, Parkinson, Flint, Crabbe, Goyle and Bole are the ones who will be in trouble. I will see to that by making examples out of them."

"But Harry, their parents hold very important posts at the ministry and-" Hermione was cut off by Harry putting his fingers on her lips.

"Trust me, love, even if it would have been the Minister of Magic themselves, they would have still paid for trying to harm you", he caressed her cheeks and looked into her eyes, "You are the most important person to me in whole world, Hermione. Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I am prepared to burn the world for yo-"

Harry's speech was interrupted by Hermione's lips landing on his and with that they were lost in each other.

They broke apart from each other after a heavy session of snogging. Hermione melted into his arms and asked about his time at the LQC (London Quidditch Campus).

Harry grinned and separated from Hermione before seemingly searching for something in his pocket. His grin widened as he seemed to find it.

He asked Hermione to close her eyes for a moment. She did so and when she reopened them, Harry was holding a Red and White Jersey, with the number 7 on the front and his surname 'Potter' along with the number 7 on the back.

Hermione squealed with delight and started rambling "Yes! I knew you would be selected. You are too good to not be. Many many congratulations Harry. Ooooh... I will read everything they have on Quidditch if you want any help, not that I have much idea but I will help if you need it and what about practice? Your studies won't suffer, would they? Will you have enough time for our extra reading? You don't have to if you can't, we can do it afterwa-"

Harry chuckled and squeezed her in a hug to break off her rant. It was so 'Hermione' of her. He kissed her lips softly and started answering "Let's start from the beginning, Thank you very much for believing in me and also for the offer of help. I am pretty sure I know almost everything in Quidditch that I need to know, but we never know about the time to come. As for practice, I have to spend 3 hours daily, from 16:00 to 19:00, until the end of the contract, that is the end of the World Cup. And yes, I will always have time for us, be it our extra studies or just eating ice cream in the kitchen."

Hermione smiled sheepishly "Sorry, I got too excited."

Harry smiled and assured her with a kiss that it was alright and he quite enjoyed her fretting from time to time. They spent a few more times together when Phoenix Patronus from Dumbledore informed him that the guardians of Slytherins, who tried to harm Hermione, were arriving in a few minutes. Harry assured Hermione that he would take care of everything and then made her promise to not go anywhere until he came to fetch her, which she did with a bit of reluctance.

--X--

Harry had already planned on tackling the whole situation and coming out on top. He would have preferred to just slaughter everyone from Senior Malfoy to Senior Flint but it would be too suspicious. For now.

Harry concentrated for a bit and then started a chant in Latin. After a few minutes, a blackish aura started forming around him. His wand started to humm in excitement as more power rolled through it. Finally, seven black spectral serpents launched from his wand, one by one and dived into seven glass containers that were placed before Harry. The containers had a hair from each of the Slytherins, that attacked Hermione. They started to shiver and then turned into dust. Harry had an evil grin on his face as he cracked his joints and moved to the Hospital wing.

--X--

"- me the Potter brat and his mudblood now. I don't care, I want him remove-" Lucius Malfoy didn't complete the sentence as the guardians of hospitalized attackers felt a primal fear in their hearts. They shakily looked at the gate and their eyes fell on Heracles Serpens-Potter who was advancing on them with a fierce snarl on his face. The death eaters' eyes widened with a sharp increase in their heartbeats as they began to hallucinate. In front of their eyes, the room they were present in began to darken as a shadowy predator, most probably a big cat, overshadowed Harry, with only the glaring sharp green-slitted eyes, clearly visible to them. One by one they all clutched their hearts and fell on their knees with extreme perspiration breaking through all of their body. Lucius Malfoy, the most cowardly of the lot, shrieked like a little girl trapped in eternal darkness "Noooooooo! Please noooooo! S-Stop this, Please!"

And with that, it disappeared like it was never there. The death eaters were still covered in sweat and kneeling with their hands clutching their chests. Fearfully they looked at Harry who snarled "That was something I call a killing intent. It was to make it clear, that I won't hesitate to slaughter you all like pigs if you don't agree to my terms and conditions."

Some of them looked like they wanted to object but sushed themselves up when their fearful eyes met the glowing emerald eyes of Harry Potter.

"And if the threat was not enough, I have some other things that might encourage you to do so," Harry said as they all reached the beds of unconscious Slytherins, "Revilio!"

A wave of magic originating from Harry's wand washed through the room and the guardians of the attackers all gasped. Curling around each one of them was a black spectral snake that looked rather malicious.

"It is a Serpens family curse and the only one who knows the counter curse is myself. If you show aggression against me or try to breach the magical contract that you will be signing, these snakes will feast upon your heir's magic leaving them nothing more than a squib. So it is in your best interest to silently sign the contract, and explain it to your offspring that they are not to antagonize us. If you try to make a big deal out of it, I will deal with you all here and now. Do you understand?" Harry asked with magic oozing through his voice making him intimidating. The only one who was able to resist it was Albus Dumbledore, who tried to interrupt.

"Isn't that a bit harsh, my boy? You should learn to forgive people. An eye for an eye will make the whole world bli-"

He was cut off by Harry, who had a neutral expression on his face "Headmaster, as thankful I may be of your pearls of wisdom, it is not a matter you should be involved in, or rather, you were too late to do so and have missed your chance. They can either agree to terms or have their sons as squibs and later die at my hands, in place of their children, when I invoke the duel as 'squibs' couldn't participate in the honour duels."

Dumbledore just sighed with a defeated look on his face. He knew not to push much strings or he would risk Harry to retaliate.

"Fine! What do you want?" Asked Malfoy with gritted teeth, while his eyes showed only terror and fear, "It's not like we have any choice."

"At least you are not under the 'Imperius'," Harry snarled sarcastically and slammed the contract in front of Malfoy, which then duplicated and every present Death Eater had one "You will be providing House of Potter with a concession fine of Two Hundred Thousand Galleons. Oh don't be surprised, I know you all can afford it. Along with that, all of your children must apologize publically, to Hermione Granger and must accept that they were defeated by her. And finally, each one of you will owe one political favour to me."

Lucius and his companions gritted their teeth but signed it as Harry grinned about getting enough money for his investment plans.

--X--