Chapter 9: First night back
Like yesterday, Harry once again found himself against people from the Duelist Guild for his Mastery in Battle Transfiguration. However, things were slightly different today as he was against twenty-four people and invited Minerva McGonagall to watch with Filius and the others.
Ever since she discovered Dumbledore's manipulations and understanding of what he had to go through as a child, from then on, she started to get to know the real Harry. He was surprised to see her attitude towards him take a 180 as he found her to be a good person and understood what his late grandmother and father saw in her. Turns out he'd been wrong and enjoyed her company. If anybody said they wouldn't get along, he'd laugh in their face. He also gifted her a journal filled with his father's notes regarding the discoveries he made before Voldemort executed him. The tears of joy and sadness came down the Mistress of Transfigurations' face as she hugged and thanked him profusely. She promised to take real good care of her former pupil's notes.
Harry used the terrain to block the various projectiles coming toward him as the battle intensified. The wall of quartz he conjured stopped his opponent's attack. Then pointing his wand at the sky, he added an intricate pattern to make the clouds turn dark. A second later, lightning strikes and thunderclaps were heard. Within a matter of moments, the lightning striking the ground turned in various creatures. Dragons, chimeras, giants, tigers, and golems. Harry quickly added three destructive hurricanes to the mix. Spying a look at his watch, he saw only thirteen minutes left.
As the winds and lightning beast tore through the duelists' defenses, a few tried to kick things into a new gear to fight back. In retaliation, a handful pulled their magics together to conjure a massive firestorm. Already tired from earlier, they barely had any power left. The ones still on their feet made a valiant attempt while some of their comrades who were out rested uncomfortably on the ground.
Seeing the flames drawing near, Harry reached out with both hands to grab the incoming fire. Much to everyone's surprise, he seemed to control it with ease. One hand was outstretched as the other, which held his wand, circled his body. The flames were firmly in his control as they followed his hand movements.
"My compliments," Harry began, "these flames all of you produced are amazing. Any normal person would have succumbed and opted to quit. But unfortunately, I'm not your average person."
Continuing his work for a minute, he soon turned it into a massive ball of fire and levitated it above himself. In all, it looked like a miniature version of the sun. Harry then added another spell to make the orange flames turn blue. Then with a final jab from his wand, small but destructive blasts of fire came out of the miniature sun, all targeting the severely drained duelists.
Four minutes later, he stopped the onslaught to survey the field and the others. Like the others before them, many had fallen with only twelve remaining though not in great shape. The tornadoes were gone, and a dozen or so of the lightning beast were destroyed, leaving only nine left. Understanding they were exhausted Harry decided to finish things off. Everything had fallen into place as they were exhausted and drained. Then using his magic, he sent the small ball of azure flames toward them with incredible speed. In a foolish attempt to defend themselves by conjuring a brick wall, the resulting impact caused a massive explosion that knocked them out.
"After an excellent display of Battle Transfiguration, we hereby acknowledge that Hadrian Potter is granted the rank of High-class Master," the director announced. "It seems like we can expect a lot from the next generation. Hopefully, some of the newcomers will be able to put on a show similar to his—probably greater if we're lucky."
The audience jeered as Harry pumped his fist in the air. Then scanning through the stands, he found the people he'd been looking for. When the healers apparated to the field, he teleported to the stands—quickly appearing next to Sarah.
"Can we go now? I rather not be here when the paparazzi show up." A reasonable request, Sarah thought, and without wasting a breath, she escorted him and the others away.
While strolling through the halls, Minerva and Filius were having a discussion with Harry about the many spells he used today. The former was impressed with his dexterity and creative use of spells. Using the terrain to set up traps, attack, and defend was genius, especially since Transfiguration required a wide area. When it came to dueling with transfiguration, the users had to choose between its many sub-branches. Apparently, despite not being a member of the guild, Minerva was extremely knowledgeable in the subject as she studied many of its different branches. If one were to rank her in terms of abilities, she'd be a High-class Master. Their conversation continued till they approached the main lobby.
"I've been wanting to ask, but my animagus forms affect my appetite. Have you experienced that before?"
"Yes, I have," smiling at him. "On several occasions. As you are undoubtedly aware, it also grants certain abilities and traits whenever someone can bring out their inner animal. For instance, my form as a cat allows me to hear and sense things way better than what others can. Of course, this is different as everyone's animagus form is unique, so they'll gain a wide variety of that animal's traits and abilities."
"I wonder if," he began to say but was cut off after sensing the presence of a couple of reporters. "Oh, damn." Minerva frowned at him for his language but understood as several reporters started asking questions.
"Mr. Potter. Heinrich Lawrence from the International press." The man introduced himself. "How does it feel to be named the youngest Master of Battle Charms and Transfiguration?" Several flashes of light approached, nearly blinding him.
"I say that one of my many goals has finally been accomplished."
A reporter to his left asked, "is there anyone you wish to thank for helping you?"
"My family. The people who raised and supported me over the years. Also, special thanks to my oldest friend Miwa Kawada. You have been the greatest rival and friend anyone could ever ask for."
"Will you be pursuing a career in dueling and returning to the International Dueling Circuit?"
"Good questions, and my answer is no to the first and unsure to the second."
A woman to the right appeared with a question clearly on her mind. "Why are you unsure about returning to the Dueling Circuit? Most viewers thought you would have returned to reclaim your title as the best duelist in Britain and possibly earn some additional money."
Harry then scoffed at the woman. "I care nothing about the title or earning money from the competition as they hold no real importance. The title International Champion is just that—a title. As for the money? Please I have no interest in money as it goes to the magical orphanage; the children need it more than I do. My only goals for entering were to get additional combat experience and test my overall abilities."
That got the people talking as they whispered what he said about not pursuing a career as an international duelist.
He was only moments from leaving when a brave reporter stepped up, "if asked will you take on an apprentice?"
Glancing at Emily who shared a similar look he gave her a quick wink before answering. "I'm already teaching some people. However, if someone asks me, it will depend on reasons."
He grabbed Emily's shoulder and teleported away.
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Miles away, they landed in the courtyard of his home, where he let out an exasperated breath. "Man, I'm glad that's over."
A small chuckle escaped Emily's lips, "still hate the spotlight, huh? Can't say I blame you as those reporters are like leeches."
"On another note, I have something to show you," taking the key from his pocket to unlock the door, he opened the door. "Trust me. This will be a surprise you will not forget."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go," skimming through his mind; she made a mad dash to his lab. Knowing Harry, he likely finished an important invention. Shaking his head at her obvious delight, Harry teleported into his lab. With a wave of his hand, he locked the door so she couldn't get in.
Moving towards one of the storerooms, he removed the wards to open the door, revealing a black armor suit with green stripes. Across the chest was green but also had a glowing orb in the middle. There were a few others just like it built in. One on each shoulder, the outside of its gloves, and two on the belt. Seeing as it was a two-piece, he shed his clothes till he was in his boxers and immediately put the suit on. He'd spent a lot of time developing this suit, and finally, it was complete.
Making sure it was on and attaching the belt, a knock on the door diverted his attention away. Figuring that Emily would be impatient, he waved his right hand to unlock the door. A split second later, the door opened, and Emily took notice of the new suit he had designed. Smirking at her anxious look, he decided to give a little demonstration, and right before she could say anything, he was in the air flying through the lab.
She then gasped, "Merlin, you're flying. How is that possible?" She was completely flabbergasted to the point where she couldn't utter another word.
Landing near her with a signature smirk, "tell you later. Would you like to join me?" She furiously nodded her head. "Alright, come on," leading her to another of his storerooms. He opened the door and brought out a nicely tailored suit.
"I had a feeling you'd like this, so I designed this one specifically for you," squealing in delight, she hugged him, took the suit, and closed the door to change. Barely four minutes later, the door opened with Emily in her new uniform. "How does it feel? Is it too big?"
"It feels amazing like I'm wearing nothing at all. Best of all, it's in my size," bouncing up and down.
Relaxing his shoulders, "glad you like it. Well, come on, let's go outside." Holding out his left hand, she grabbed it, and soon he teleported them to the backyard. "Start slow," he explained how the suit worked among several other things he built into the suit. Anti-summoning charms so no one can summon them away, feather-light charms to make it weightless, the top speed was between 425-580 mph. Any additional speed would be based on his or her magic level, parental control, safety protocols, etc. The suit was entirely based on concentration.
When finished, he told her to add a little concentration; she was in the air within seconds. "I'm flying. I'm flying!" She exclaimed.
"Not bad, Shizuku," quickly joining her. "Follow me," soaring high and through the air with amazing speed. Brother and sister spent the next couple of hours flying through the air, executing some advanced maneuvers. Harry always loved flying, the wind blowing across his face and the rush of going fast; it felt like freedom. He wondered if this was how dragons and other aviation creatures felt. Then, turning his attention back, he saw that Emily was also enjoying herself.
They would have continued, but their communicators activated Arcturus, signaling them to come home as dinner was ready. "We're on our way," he said. "Time to pack it in."
"Oh, do we have to?" she groaned, not wanting to stop.
"Yeah, and you know how uncle can be. Come on," directing them back to the house. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we race and see which one of us makes it back first?"
Thinking for a minute, she agreed, and then they were off.
"Gotta keep up." He then poured some of his magic into the suit and, in a fraction of a second, sped through the air at about 700 mph, leaving her in the dust.
"Hey, no fair," she shouted. Deciding to play along, she copied him and was soon moving faster. After moving at such high speeds for ten minutes, she quickly realized she did not know how to stop or land. Just when she was about to panic, he teleported in front and caught her.
"Perhaps it'll be best to take it easy. Hang onto me," following his instruction. She grabbed his waist. After ensuring she was secure, he teleported them to the backyard.
"That was amazing," planting her feet on the ground. "Can we do it again soon?"
A smile stretched across his lips, "how about we start with decelerating and landing?"
Agreeing with his suggestion, they walked inside to see the adults and, surprisingly, Griphook talking in the foyer.
"Griphook? This is a surprise," Harry said, grabbing his attention.
"My apologies, Hadrian, but I bring decent news regarding your latest acquisition. Your Minister of Magic's villa, to be more precise," he explained. "Also, my congratulations on your most recent achievement. Duel Master Filius Flitwick elaborated on how you became a Master in both Battle Charms and Transfigurations. Most impressive!"
"Thank you, my friend," giving a respectful nod. "Would you like to stay for dinner? We can discuss
whatever business you'd want."
"That would be nice, and I'd be honored."
Harry led them into the dining room; using his wand, he turned one of the chairs into a high chair for Griphook, who gratefully accepted the gesture. Soon everyone dug in. Griphook was especially pleased as he enjoyed his rib-eyed steak. Goblins, no matter their status or background, loved meat. This was a known fact, as Emily and Harry had seen Professor Flitwick eat different kinds of meat at dinner during school. Originally found to be odd, but later understood since the man was part-goblin. The overly enthusiastic charms master was an International Dueling Champion during his youth. After retiring, he wanted to open up his own Dueling Academy, but he could not due to the bigotry of the Wizarding World. But still, he never let it get him down and was able to make a name for himself. Several former and current students loved him as he made the subject worth listening to b really getting into it.
"Okay, Griphook, how much were you able to get?" Harry asked.
"The villa itself, along with its contents, have earned you 23,780,000 galleons."
A large smile appeared on Harry's face. "Good. It seems like today is my lucky day," he mused. "Combine that with the money from Fudge's vault. So I say we did pretty well. Please proceed to phase two and standby for further instructions. I have plans for that money and do not want it near my family vaults."
"I'll see to it tomorrow morning," giving a big toothy grin. "It still intrigues me that you don't wish to keep any of it."
The smile on Harry's face remained, "as I said before, money doesn't mean much to me. Plus, any chance to make life miserable for Fudge and his friends makes me happy. They only care about themselves, always trying to elevate their statuses and money in their vaults. Well, not any longer, as it's long past time for Britain to evolve." Eating some mustard greens. "I haven't forgotten about your and Ragnok's cut. You guys can have twenty-five percent of the money I get from Fudge and those Death Eaters for your services."
Griphook then started laughing, "Hadrian Potter, you are going to make us the envy of every goblin in the British Isles. I'm going to need a new vault soon." Pausing for a couple of minutes to regain himself. "So tell me about this new invention of yours. Is it as spectacular as you claim?"
"Oh, it is. It may have taken a while, but I can now fly without using a broom, and it doesn't violate the laws of magical flight. It'll even give us an advantage over Voldemort's minions."
"Can I see a demonstration? When will you unveil them to the public?" Griphook eagerly asked.
"Well, I've been meaning to speak with you about that," he admitted. "As you are no doubt aware, this is a joint invention created by Miwa and me, and we would like to set up some shops worldwide that utilize magical orbs. So, if you have the time, we would like to discuss it in more depth with you and the goblins from Japan."
"Perfectly reasonable. I will contact you as soon as I can establish a time and place."
Thanking him, they finished their dinner. After which, Harry escorted him outside and gave a demonstration of his newest invention.
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The day everyone had to return to Hogwarts had arrived, with hundreds of students current saying goodbye to their families and boarding the express. Tracey, Blaise, Neville, Daphne, Lilith, and Adrian found a compartment. In contrast, Aaron went to spend some time with Katie and her friends; the same with Emily, Luna, and Astoria. Unfortunately, Daphne, Neville, and Adrian had to attend a Prefect meeting.
Already dressed in their robes, they found the Prefect's compartment as the students started boarding. About fifteen minutes later, the rest of the Prefects, the Head Boy, and the Head Girl came walking in to take their seats. The fifth-year Prefects for Gryffindor were: Neville Longbottom and Fay Dunbar. Ravenclaw: Terry Boot and Padma Patil. Hufflepuff: Hannah Abbott and Justin Finch-Fletchley. Slytherin: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. The sixth and seventh-year Prefects took their seats, some not happy to see the people they'd be patrolling with. It hardly came as a surprise to see Cedric as Head Boy. He was popular, got good grades, worked hard, and hardly got into trouble. Next to him was a Slytherin female named Scarlett McGruder. She was quite pretty as several boys from her year tried getting a date with her.
McGruder also came from a family with connections in China, Bangladesh, Brazil, and Poland. Moreover, she was very dedicated to her studies and capable of maintaining order.
Tension suddenly rose when Malfoy sneered, "I can't believe they made a squib a Prefect. Boy, this school has certainly gone to the dogs." Pansy instantly giggled at how he described Neville.
"And I can't believe they let the spawn of a cowardly Death Eater like you become one," he retaliated, causing the compartment to become cold. "Not that it'll last for much longer he will likely end up dead like his friends soon enough."
Draco's face instantly became red, "better watch yourself squib. Wouldn't want to make threats without proof to back them up, and if you think this year will—"
"Enough, you two," Cedric ordered. "What goes on outside the school is one thing, but we are about to begin a meeting. So settle your business elsewhere."
Neville leaned back into his seat, while Draco had to be given a stone-cold glare from the Head Girl.
When the train started moving, Cedric explained everyone's roles, the new rules they had to follow, that the incoming first years had already been sorted into their different Houses, and what was expected of them. "Now, seeing how things are changing this year, we will meet every two to three weeks to discuss the latest developments. The professors have generously provided a room for us to meet up. Seeing as how Scarlett, the seventh-year Prefects, and I have already seen the new room, we will show the rest of you tomorrow after classes."
He turned his attention to his female counterpart. "Do you have anything you wish to add?"
"Yes," she got to her feet as he sat down. "While I'm sure all of you already know, there are some new rules regarding your positions. The badges and positions of power you have are not for you to throw your weights around, as the Professors have chosen us to represent our Houses to the best of our abilities. To ensure no one abuses their power, the Professors have added a three-strike rule. Any infractions such as abusing powers, bullying, or failure to complete their assigned task will result in a strike. Each will carry its own various punishments. The first strike will result in a month of detention. A second strike will mean a three-week suspension from school. Then, finally, their last strike will result in them losing their badges, which they can never get back the following year, and they will be unable to become either Head Boy or Head Girl. Remember that this is a privilege and can easily be taken away should the need arise. No one. I repeat, no one is above the rules." Sending a harsh glare at a select few and then dismissing them.
As everyone returned to their compartments, Daphne and Neville were stopped by Draco, who was flanked by Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Parkinson. "Have you no shame, Greengrass? Associating with a squib and other traitors is a heinous offense to Salazar Slytherin. He might as well be rolling in his grave. What's worse is you allow yourself to date Potter when you could have had a respectable pureblood like Nott or me."
The lanky boy eyed Daphne's body with lustful intentions. Daphne merely glared at the two. "Malfoy, you have nothing to be proud of, and I say that because you are nothing but an arrogant self-appointed idiot. As for respectable pureblood," scoffing at him, "Harry is ten times the wizard you and Nott are. As far as I see it, you two are nothing but cowards like your Death Eater of fathers. Do not even deny it."
Draco's face became red with rage, and Nott's wasn't far off.
"Besides, despite being only fifteen, he's accomplished a lot more than either of you has," looking at both Draco and Theodore. "Becoming an International Dueling Champion for three consecutive years in a row, obtaining the rank Master Duelist in both Charms and Transfiguration, and so much more. Also, weren't you publicly disowned as a member of the House of Black?"
Staring intently at Draco, who was becoming angrier. The public humiliation he suffered was insurmountable to comprehend as he grew up expecting to become Lord Black. But it was cruelly snatched away, and he'd been banished like his aunt Bellatrix. Ever since she, the Lestranges, Dolohov, and the others moved in, his life had turned upside down as he was constantly on edge. He understood why she was not to be underestimated because after she regained consciousness, hell immediately broke loose. Twelve muggles were brought into the manor, and she wasted no words in slaughtering them.
Neville took a step forward as Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles, "don't even think about it unless you want a repeat of what happened at Diagon Alley." He warned. "You two are hardly worth any time or energy," pushing past them, Daphne and he returned to their compartment.
Not liking the disrespect, Draco made not such a subtle threat that the Dark Lord was back and that his father was a close advisor to the Minister of magic. If they refused to fall in line, then they'd surely pay.
Ignoring the prat, the two went back to their compartment where the others were waiting. Then opening the door they saw Blaise, Tracey, and Lilith playing a game of exploding snaps.
"Where's Adrian? Didn't he come back?" Neville asked.
"He went to spend some time with Aaron and the ladies. He said he'd join us later," Blaise said. Before Neville could respond, Luna appeared.
"Hello, Neville. Mind if I join you guys?" Her dreamy eyes shined.
"Sure. Come on," leading his girlfriend inside. They took their seats on the opposite side of the others. "So, how bad do you think this year will be?"
Lilith answered, "on a scale of 1-10. I say 20," tersely as her parents and brother warned her to be careful this year. Before school, Harry came over to explain the situation and was unhappy about it. So fudge sent his secretary Delores Umbridge to teach the DADA class and Percy Weasley to act as her assistant. She wasn't too worried about the latter, but the former was a different story as her reputation was well known.
She was a pureblood supremacist who looked down on everyone she viewed as beneath her. That included half-bloods, muggleborns, and those who had the blood of magical creatures. Her father ranted for a long hour about how despicable she was and how close her ties were to the Minister and Lucius Malfoy ilk.
"We'll need to watch our backs this year," Lilith replied. "I don't know what Fudge is trying to do, but I can bet it'll not be good."
"Of all the people, why did we have to get a toad for a professor?" Tracey pulled out a set of muggle cards. "This is especially bad for us since we're taking our O. this year." Blaise, Neville, and Lilith nodded in agreement, as it was their fifth year. "I read the first three chapters of the new defense book and was extremely close to setting it on fire."
The rest of the ride passed by relatively quickly; the students changed into their school robes as the train pulled up to the station. Upon arrival, they exited the train and went to the carriages. Aaron got into a carriage with Katie, Alicia, Angelina, and Adrian. He and Katie were talking about their summer; more notably, she asked him about the night he and the others decided to have a guys' night out.
"Any chance you guys might do the same thing again?" Her expression showed she was envious.
"I sure hope so," he replied with a smile. "That night was off the hook, and no, I'm not going to tell you what I got for your birthday. It's a surprise."
Katie instantly pouted as she wanted to know what he got her. "Can't I even get a hint?"
Chuckling to himself, he kissed the side of her head, "let's just say I had a little help from a good friend."
Alicia smirked, "by a good friend, you mean Harry," she knowingly said. "Seriously, I never would have expected him and Daphne Greengrass to be an item. Apparently, he's not only good at picking out jewelry, but also one of the prettiest girls in school."
"At the very least he knows how to treat a woman," Angelina interjected. "Did you see that necklace he got her last Christmas? That was the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time, and she is certainly the most envied girl in all of school. You should have seen the look on my mum's face when I told her, she gave my dad an earful because his selection was lousy."
Alicia nodded, "women like men who know how to pick out jewelry." Then turning her attention to Adrian, "how are you and Cecelia doing? I sure hope you got her something while you were out."
"Actually, we're pretty great, and I get to spend time with her next weekend," Adrian admitted. "And I did get her something, thanks for asking."
When the last carriage arrived at the castle, the students dismounted and walked into the great hall where the first years were sitting in the Houses they were sorted. Joining them, everyone took their respective seats among the long tables as the professors were discussing the new year.
Discussions about what they did over the summer were heard as they amicably talked about what they did. Finally, Neville, who sat next to Parvati, began talking about their summer. "You got a summer job?"
"Don't look so shocked," her lips forming a smile, likening the expression on his face. "I got a job working at Twilift and Tatterings. Surprisingly it was a lot better than I'd thought it be."
"Wait, so that's why I barely saw you this summer," Lavender's eyes widened. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"You never asked me," Parvati replied. "Besides, I needed something to do…my father said I'll be taking my end-of-the-year exams in June and had to crack down on my studies."
"And you didn't want to be left in the dust by your sister," Fay added, causing Parvati to frown slightly.
"Padma has always been the studious one, and since she's our family's heiress, father expects her to rise to the occasion." Justifying as she turned to her twin, who was reading through her herbology book. She understood why because herbology was her least favorite subject. "We also have to start planning our futures."
"Then you better strap on your thinking caps because …" Neville pointed to the head table where they saw Professor Dumbledore talking to Delores Umbridge.
"…oh no, not her," Parvati looked miserable. "Of all the people to teach Defense this year, it had to be that woman," regarding the toad-like women dressed in pink with disgust.
"This year is going to be miserable," she moaned.
Other Gryffindor students looked to see what she was talking about until their eyes landed on the short woman. A handful of parents who worked in the Ministry warned them about Umbridge and knew she was a piece of work. They also noticed that Hagrid was missing and that his seat was taken by Professor Grubbly-Plank. He might have started as not knowing much about teaching and while his lessons may have bordered the dangerous side they were quite fun.
Dumbledore stood up, and with his usual grand gesture the food appeared, and everyone began eating. At the end of the head table, Harry silently ate his steak while simultaneously surveying the student body. Casting a glance at the other end of the table, he saw Umbridge talking with Percy about the changes that will be occurring. Pushing it out of his mind, he continued eating.
A half hour or so later When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the hall was starting to creep upward again, Dumbledore got to his feet once more. Talking ceased immediately as all turned to face the headmaster.
"Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices," said Dumbledore. "First years ought to know that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students — and a few of our older students ought to know by now too."
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four hundred and sixty-second time, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr. Filch's office door."
No one cared for the grouchy caretaker because he sometimes treated them like prisoners rather than students. It did not take a genius to figure out that he hated children, evidenced by the detention they would have with him. He would remark about how the school should have never gotten rid of the old forms of punishment. Whether he knew it or not, the students loathed him more than they feared/hated Professor Snape.
"We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Potter, who will be studying for his Masteries in Potions, Transfigurations, and Charms while also providing some additional assistance during classes." This was met with a round of enthusiastic applause from the students. Many of those who attended his lessons in the past helped with their end-of-the-year exams and overall grades. The people over at the Slytherin table even respected him (save for a select few). Aside from those who did not despise Harry found him to be pretty fair and decent enough to talk to. It also helped their reputation as the other Houses started warming up to them and weren't being so stand-offish.
"Next, allow me to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and her assistant Professor Weasley who will be assisting in her lessons every now and then."
There wasn't as much applause as before since many students were familiar with the woman or had heard of her from their parents. Percy, on the other hand, was a different story. They viewed him as too much of a rule follower. As a result, the group of people who did applaud them was mostly loyal to the Ministry and what the Minister said.
Dumbledore continued, "Tryouts for the House Quidditch teams will take place on the-"
He broke off, looking inquiringly at Professor Umbridge. As she was not much taller standing than sitting, there was a moment when nobody understood why Dumbledore had stopped talking, but then Professor Umbridge said, "Hem, hem," and it became clear that she had got to her feet and was intending to make a speech.
Dumbledore only looked taken aback for a moment, then he sat back down smartly and looked alertly at Professor Umbridge as though he desired nothing better than to listen to her talk. Other members of staff were not as adept at hiding their surprise. Professor Sprout's eyebrows had disappeared into her flyaway hair, and Professor McGonagall's mouth was as thin as Harry had seen it. No new teacher had ever interrupted Dumbledore before. Many of the students were smirking; this woman obviously did not know how things were done at Hogwarts. Harry had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he had a feeling this would be the first of many interruptions she make this year.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge simpered, "for those kind words of welcome.
Her voice was high-pitched, breathy, and a little-girlish, and again, Harry felt a powerful rush of dislike that he could not explain to himself; all he knew was that he loathed everything about her, from her stupid voice to her fluffy pink cardigan. He wasn't alone, as Blaise, Daphne, Tracey, Adrian, and a handful of others felt like they would like nothing more than to beat the woman within an inch of her life. Unbeknownst to them, a few of the professors felt the same way.
She gave another little throat-clearing cough ("Hem, hem") and continued: "Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say!" She smiled, revealing very pointed teeth. "And to see such happy little faces looking back at me!"
None of the faces he could see looked happy; on the contrary, they all looked rather taken aback at being addressed as though they were five years old.
"I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all, and I'm sure we'll be very good friends!"
Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again ("Hem, hem"), but when she continued, some of the breathiness had vanished from her voice. She sounded much more businesslike, and now her words had a dull learned-by-heart sound to them.
"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the Wizarding community must be passed down through the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished, and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching."
"Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress, there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation . . ."
Professor Umbridge did not seem to notice the restlessness of her audience; if looks could kill, then she would be dead already, courtesy of some of the angry looks from the students. She sure knew how to pick her words, but then a good portion of the students felt shivers run down their spines.
". . . because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognized as errors of judgment. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness, and account ability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."
She sat down. Dumbledore clapped. The staff followed his lead, though Harry noticed that several of them brought their hands together only once or twice before stopping. A few students joined in, but most had been taken unawares by the end of the speech, not having listened to more than a few words of it, and before they could start applauding properly, Dumbledore had stood up again.
"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, that was most illuminating," he said, bowing to her. "Now — as I was saying, Quidditch tryouts will be held . . ."
"I can already feel the headaches coming in," Emily muttered, causing the people who sat next to her to nod in agreement. Then, throwing a look at the Slytherin table, she saw the irritated expression on Astoria's face and instantly knew that she, like several others, did not like the new DADA professor.
As Dumbledore continued to trail off about this, that, and others. Harry wanted nothing more than to leave for the Chamber of Secrets and speak with the Founders. He felt they were going to be pissed about this latest development, especially Godric and Helga. However, that paled to what Salazar might do as he'll likely spend some time swearing in parseltongue.
Then with a final gesture, Dumbledore dismissed everyone. The professors watched as the Prefects led their students to their House common rooms. Meanwhile, Harry used that time to teleport himself into his new apartment. His new dwellings had a kitchen, two bedrooms, two showers, and a roomy area for him to put a Bonaterra Charcoal 2 Piece Sectional With a Right Arm Facing Chaisesofa with a coffee table in front of the fireplace. One of the perks of being an apprentice was that he could customize his quarters any way he wanted.
Then flopping down on the sofa, he released a breath before sending a mental message to his animal companions who were out hunting in the forbidden forest.
(0^0)
In the Gryffindor common room, the lions sat on the various couches and chairs or stood against the wall, talking about their summer vacation. The recent developments brought smiles to some of their faces, while others looked less enthusiastic.
"I can't believe it. I cannot believe the professors made Harry an apprentice," Seamus ranted, making everyone turn to him. "After everything he's done, they reward him…by granting him a seat as one of them. Yeah, like that's fair!"
"All right, Seamus, what's your deal?" Neville narrowed his eyes at the Irish boy.
"How's this—Harry always gets everything cool." He replied. "The selfish prat got more money than he will ever know what to do with. Has a hot girlfriend. Dozens of other girls who'd be willing to spread their legs for him if he asked. He became a master Duelist even though it's clear he bought that title. Potter is nothing but a spoiled, arrogant prick who's never had to work hard in his life," sneering at Neville. Ron, Hermione, and Cormac McLaggen instantly agreed while everyone else shot Seamus hateful glares.
"You are one of the most condescending sexist pig I have ever met," Parvati stared angrily at him. "The only reason why you say that is because you're jealous. Harry has done more for this school than you could have ever known and has never asked for anything in return. And if there is a selfish prat in this room, then it's you."
She would have continued if not for the portrait hole opening. "Why thank you, Parvati. Glad to see that someone isn't badmouthing me behind my back," Harry walked in with an expressionless mask marring his face.
He looked directly at Seamus, who stared back, loathing. "If you have something you want to say, then say it."
"Me, mam, didn't want me to come back this year."
Harry raised an eyebrow "okay. And?"
"And? And!" Seamus wasn't expecting the conversation to go this way. But mustering his courage, he spoke again, "she didn't want me to return because of what the Ministry's been saying about you and Dumbledore in the Daily Prophet."
"You make it sound as if I'm supposed to care," Harry uncaringly shrugged his shoulders. Seamus was rendered speechless. "Whether you're here or not is irrelevant…so as far as I'm concerned, she could have pulled you out. So let me clarify that I do not care about your happiness or where you get an education."
He then turned to Neville, "I have something for you," reaching into his watch, he pulled out a black book and handed it off. "I wanted to give it to you yesterday, but I was occupied."
Neville read the top A Guide to Battle Magic and Dueling Tactics. A look of astonishment plastered across him. "Wow! Thanks, Harry."
"You're going to need all the help you can get should you come across Dolohov or any of the Lestranges. Just remember that should you come across any of them, do not hold back, as they will not hesitate to kill you."
Neville gave him an affirmative nod.
"What kind of advice is that?" Hermione screeched. "You expect Neville to face some of the worst Death Eaters and try to kill them. If he goes anywhere near them, they'll kill him."
"Unlike you, some of us have things worth fighting for," Harry replied with a grin. "I never said he had to go after them only if they come here, and you shouldn't underestimate Neville as his magical power surpasses your own."
"I doubt that," Hermione frowned and became slightly irritated at what he said about Neville being stronger than her. "He might have come a long way since first year, but to say that he can defeat me is stretching it."
Mm. Not likely. Raw power is not based on academic abilities." Harry explained to the arrogant girl. "In terms of scholastic abilities, you might have the edge…" a superior smile appeared on her face, though it quickly vanished when he finished.
"…however, you have no formal combat training. That's where he holds the advantage over you."
"Um, Harry—I mean Professor Potter," a timid Colin Creevey approached from the chair near the fire.
"Harry is fine for the day, Colin. School hasn't officially started yet, so theirs no reason to be formal with me," he amended.
Clearing his throat, Colin began, "okay. On the day you were granted the rank of Master by the Duelist Guild—which is awesome, by the way. You said you'd take an apprentice."
"I remember" having an idea of where this was going.
"Well, would you consider training Dennis and me?"
He was momentarily surprised by the request Harry composed himself. "I cannot, and before you say anything," holding up a hand, "it's not for the reasons you may think. The simple truth is that I already have an apprentice and am training others."
Colin looked down at the floor with sadness.
"However, I suggest you speak with Professor Flitwick as he is a member of the guild and was a former International Dueling Champion. Who knows, you might get lucky."
He watched as the boy nodded fervently.
"Later, Neville," turning on his heels, he began to leave, but the twins stopped him.
"Wait, Harry," they said in unison. "We want to thank you again for the opportunity to work with you."
"Yeah, despite our history, we do not know how to thank you enough," Fred said.
"Adhere to my conditions, and there will be no issues between us," opening the portrait hole, he walked out.
Ron then spoke, "what were you guys talking about? What conditions?" Wanting to know what Potter was doing with his brothers.
"Now, now, little brother," George began.
"That will be telling," Fred finished.
They went up the staircase to their dorms.
Hermione did not like the expression on their faces, especially the one on Neville's, and that book got her concerned. She went over as he put the book in his watch. "What kind of book did he give you?" The question was more of a demand.
"Mind your own business," he replied, moving away from her.
Hermione was not one who liked to be brushed off and silently vowed to find out what he, the others, and Potter were hiding. But she would have to be careful as his threat against her last year was still fresh in her mind. One slip-up, and she and her parents will wind up dead. But, one way or another, she will discover what he is fighting and expose him for the dark wizard he truly is. Stomping up the stairs to the girls' dorms to her room, she missed the expressions Parvati and Neville sent.
"That arrogant fucking prick," Seamus snarled, regaining his voice. "I had to beg my mam to let me come, and he doesn't care."
Dean put an arm on his right shoulder, "let it go…obviously Harry has a lot of things on his mind. Cut the man some slack," imploring him to drop the attitude.
"Dean's right," Parvati said. "We all ask too much from Harry. Hopefully, the gifts we got him will arrive soon." Was all she said before heading to bed.
The Irish boy grumbled at how Harry got everything before storming to his dorm with Ron and Dean behind him.
(0^0)
Teleporting back to his quarters, he found Daphne sitting in front of the fire in her pajamas. "You enjoying yourself?" He asked, taking a seat next to her. Iroh was already asleep in his bed next to the fire, with Byakko sleeping next to him. Suzaku fell asleep on his perch near the window. After reaching out with his magic, he scanned the room for Genbu and found them to be sleeping in the room of requirement.
"Am now," Daphne leaned her head on his shoulder. "Hard to believe it's the first day back, and things in the Slytherin common room are already tense…" First, Malfoy and his group tried to assert their dominance over everyone by saying that Voldemort was back and they all should follow him. She explained that she was not at all happy "…what's worse is the Nott was granted a seat on the council."
"I can see how bad that'll be," thinking about what his cousin could do now that he was on the council. "Imma take a wild guess in saying not all of the members of Slytherin were happy." She shook her head. "So other than yourself, who's on the council?"
"Aaron and Scarlett McGruder."
Having a couple of thoughts, Harry leaned back, "with any luck. This year will not be as bad."
"Enough talk let's head up for the night," together, they went into the main bedroom; Harry stripped down until he was only in his boxer and pulled out a loose shirt. An idea then formed, and a mischievous grin appeared as he approached Daphne from behind. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he began trailing kisses down the side of her neck. "Harry, I'm trying to be irritated," trying to stifle a giggle.
"Then allow me to relieve some of your tension," bringing his lips to her in a passionate kiss which she happily reciprocated. Maneuvering themselves onto the bed, they continued making out for a couple of minutes.
Harry brought his hands to her shoulders and massaged them, easing the built-up tension and occasionally kissing her neck. Daphne certainly wasn't complaining as she found it relaxing.
"Who knew my boyfriend was such a great masseuse," moaning in pleasure as the stress on her body started dissipating.
Instead of responding, he placed a soft kiss on her lips while still rubbing her shoulders. After a minute or two, he moved them to her hips and using his tongue to ask for permission which she granted. This time it was her turn. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their intimacy slowly increased.
Throughout their sessions, Daphne ended up on his lap with her fingers running through his messy hair. His hands were rubbing along her back. "One of the…" kissing her jawline "…perks of having private quarters," returning to her lips.
"No one can bother us," wiggling her bum above his erection excited him even more. They enjoyed their foreplay for two more hours before falling asleep.
(0^0)
Miles away at Malfoy manor, Voldemort was sitting on his throne in front of the fire with several of his death eaters standing at attention. If they could describe their lord's mood at the moment, it'd be dangerously calm. However, yesterday he returned at twilight very unhappy and made his displeasure known to the ones involved with Potter's trial. Hard to say, but many of them were quite shaken as he tortured them into insanity, then having them revived with the potion the boy had created.
Lucius had shown him the memory and had to admit he was bewildered by what had transpired. However, that was not the only thing he felt—righteous anger as he explicitly ordered no one to touch him, only for a single fool with a vendetta to disobey. When the doors opened, he was brought out of his thoughts, revealing Jugson, who kneeled and kissed the hem of his robes.
"My Lord, I have done as you requested and have brought your mole," fearing for his life, the dark lord's blood-red eyes narrowed at him. The anger and power leaking were almost too much.
"Send her in," Voldemort ordered. The man hopped to his feet and motioned for someone to bring the woman in.
Removing her hood, she kneeled and kissed his robes, "my lord, it is an honor to—" was all she could say before screaming her lungs out and thrashing on the floor.
Voldemort was not in the mood for any flattering's and held the cruciatus curse on her for another minute. "Were my orders not clear? Did I not say that Harry Potter was to be left alone?" He hit her again with the torture curse for what seemed like hours to her, but it was actually three minutes.
"Look at me, Delores," watching as the small twitching woman shaking raise her head. "When I give an order, I expect it to be followed. Am I clear?"
For her life, she immediately replied, "yes, my lord. I am beyond sorry. But please understand the brat needs to be put in his place—"
He used another torture curse, having grown tired of her voice. "And by your own admissions, you sent a pair of dementors, thereby risking our standing in the Ministry. Not only did you disobey me, but you also helped him gain some very crucial allies. Allies that could have provided resources to our cause and have unknowingly shifted the balance of power to his side."
Trembling, she dared not risk angering him any further. "You are fortunate that the Minister is still unknowingly under my control. Continue with your report, and then I will torture you for another ten minutes," he sadistically said.
"My lord, don't you mean—" quickly banishing her to the wall where the sound of some of her bones breaking.
"I mean what I say, Delores. Continue. Depending on how well you explain will determine how painful your punishment will be," training his wand on her.
Delores told all that she knew and, when finished, thought he might go easy on her, but unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be as he showcased his disapproval of her actions. Ten minutes later, she lay on the ground unconscious.
"Drag her to a room and revive her," two death eaters dragged the toad-like woman away. "Let this serve as a reminder that I do not tolerate disobedience…from any of you," looking through his inner circle.
"Nott, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, Amycus, Corban, and Selwyn approach now." The seven people he called prostrated themselves at his feet. "You seven are fortunate that there is a way for you to save yourselves from a deserved punishment. While merely killing and feeding you to Nagini is certainly an option. I won't! You all will face Harry at the decided date and time, and I expect victory at any cost. Now get out of my sight," dismissing them.
Ignoring them as they all left, he wondered about Severus's recent report regarding Potter's magical maturity. While he did not know when it started, it was clear that his power had tremendously grown after his core matured. He could not shake the memory of what happened in that graveyard as the boy was able to fight more or less on par with him. A concern that bothered him. Not only that but his skills in legilimency have somewhat diminished. Soon another objective came to mind as he was nearing completion of his latest machination.
A/N: Harry has become the youngest Master in Battle Charms in history. The introduction of his newest invention has been made as he can now fly in the air without the need of a broom. This will likely come in handy against his enemies.
The day has arrived with the students returning to Hogwarts, with Delores now taking the post as professor of Defense against the Dark Arts. We all know how that is going to go as she will make the people read a useless book. However, don't expect Harry or any of the other students to take this lying down. Things will get pretty interesting this year, both in and out of school.
As some of you have probably guessed, Delores is a death eater and is working for Voldemort.
Naturally, Seamus blames Harry because his mother did not want him to return, which is stupid as the Daily Prophet from both book and movie painted him in a bad light, and they were forced to do what Fudge wanted. I never liked the Irish twat, especially now.
Next Chapter: Learning the hard way. Tiger vs. Toad