Chapter 21: Questions and Discovery

Madam Pomfrey and the students who'd been volunteering this school year were working overtime, tending to the students who got injured. Her infirmary was full of students, and for the life of her was glad to have some help. Thankfully, no one was killed or too injured, save for a couple of students who fought back. The school's matron felt like she would be needing a long vacation after this semester ends. However, her ire was present at the amount of destruction the Death Eaters had caused.

"This... This is going to put me into early retirement," she brought over a tray of potions. "Students fighting Death Eaters. Merlin, what is this country coming to? Have we fallen so far that we must rely on teenagers to do the job of full-grown adults?!"

"Well, if the so-called adults within the Wizengamot pulled their heads out of their arses, then situations like this can be avoided or minimized," Aaron commented as one of the healer-aids applied some essence of dittany to some of the cuts and scrapes on his body. "Ooh, that stings."

Blaise rolled his eyes, "don't be such a baby," gritting his teeth as his left side was being stitched back together courtesy of Madam Pomfrey, who waved her wand over it. "Besides, it could have been a lot worse. At least we took some of them down and forced them to retreat."

"I am more concerned with how you responded to the threat and choice of spells," entered the hospital wing. Gone was his usual whimsical expression and was replaced by a serious attitude.

Tracey released a breath from the corner of her mouth, "spare us the greater good bullshit, old man..."

"That will be ten points for your language Ms. Davis," Albus remarked.

"Who cares about points," an unfazed Tracey narrowed her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, Death Eaters, led by Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange, launched an attack and tried to kill us. Had we not used our training nor the tactics and spells we did, then we would already be dead. And given what has happened, I say our actions were pretty much justified."

Albus looked momentarily surprised by what she said. Recovering, "Ms. Davis, I am not saying that it was not a dire situation, just the methods you and your friends employed need to be addressed."

"That's your opinion," Harry teleported into the hospital wing with Rufus and three Aurors. "If you ask me, they defended themselves well under the circumstances...and made it clear that they're not to be underestimated."

Before he knew it, his sister bolted out of her bed, much to Madam Pomfrey's irritation, and wrapped him in a hug which he returned. A minute later, he pulled back to look her over. "God, I'm glad you're all right."

"I had a good teacher," admitting as he waved a hand over her shoulder. "You taught me how to defend and protect myself."

"Teaching is one thing..." he started as he helped her back to bed, "you and the others managed to drive them back because of your hard work and willingness to do what needed to be done." He then looked at the others, "as your professor and friend. I can only say that I am proud of you all for stepping up."

Turning his head to the left, "how is it so possible that even with your injuries, you have grown even more beautiful," his green eyes scanned her over. "How do you feel?"

"My bones hurt, and my core feels like it is on fire, but other than that, I'm fine."

"Fine," Neville stiffly stood up from his bed, though with a little help from his mum. "You killed Bellatrix Lestrange!" The people who didn't know that piece of information froze in place. A few had surprised looks on their faces, and their eyes looked moments away from popping out. "God mother fucking damn," receiving a slap to the back of his head from Alice for his language.

Some of the occupants in the wing chuckled at what his mother did. But Neville continued, "what? That psychotic woman had it coming and deserved her fate."

Harry's jaw nearly hit the floor as he stared at Daphne with wide eyes. "Who would have thought that my beautiful and intelligent girlfriend would be able to generate enough power to kill that banshee witch... Hmm, now that I think about it, her wounds could only have been given by Bellatrix. To hear that she'd been defeated by the woman I love is almost too good to be true. If she was the only person in the hospital wing, I would make love to her here and now."

Daphne's entire face was red, while the others looked gobsmacked. "You can show some restraint. I'm right here."

"Wait, did I say that out loud?" He, too, started to heat up at what was intended to be a mental thought that had been heard by everyone.

"Yes, you prat," his girlfriend exclaimed.

Just then, a stinging hex connected to his rear, making him cringe. "Dang, Mrs. Greengrass," rubbing his sore posterior as she walked into the infirmary. "Was that really necessary?"

"You tell me," she fixed him a glare.

"Teenage hormones..."

"Primal dragon!"

He let out a long sigh, "I am never gonna live this down," waving his hand, he conjured a chair and plopped down. Daphne shot him a mischievous look. Returning the look with a small smile, he went into serious mode. "I'm sorry to get right to the point, but we will need to view your memories of the attack. I would also like to know... Why these incompetent sacks of shit haven't done anything to help the students during the skirmish?"

Everyone followed his gaze to the door, where they saw a less than-pleased Delores Umbridge, Percy Weasley, and four Aurors led by Dawlish. Evidently, they heard what he said. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Japan attending your conferences, Potter?"

"Shouldn't you be trying to lose weight or actually try doing your job instead of taking bribes from Death Eaters and making everyone else miserable?" He returned much to Delores's ire.

"You'd best watch who you speak to, Potter," Delores had a sickeningly sweet smile marring her features. "This is-"

"If I want to hear words come from a filthy cunt who has proven to be nothing more than a useless bitch whose parents never wanted her. I'll ask," Harry cut her off. "Remember your place. And I think twice before pulling your wad out, Dawlish, unless you want to spend the next few nights in St. Mungo's."

Everyone looked at Dawlish, who'd just summoned his wand and trained it on Potter. Madam Pomfrey, however, was in no mood for any confrontations, "there will be no dueling in my hospital wing! All of you out now!"

She pushed Dumbledore, the Ministry personnel, Harry, and uninjured Aurors out of the room. Standing in the hall, Dawlish still had his wand trained on Harry. "This is your last chance Dawlish. You can either lower your wand willingly or potentially lose a limb."

The man in question was about to respond but received a hard slap from Rufus on the back of his head. "Lower your wand!" He ordered. Reluctantly Dawlish did as ordered. "I will deal with you later, John."

Ignoring the Aurors, Delores narrowed her eyes. "Now, why are you here, Potter? You were supposed to be attending your conferences."

"I was doing my job in protecting the students. Something you have continuously failed to accomplish as of late," responding with the same tone of voice which he's received. "It's interesting to see that while you hid in this castle trying to obtain more power, a belly of dementors nearly approached the village. A village in which over sixty percent of the student population had been attacked by acromantulas, Dementors, and Death Eaters led by the Lestranges. Maybe you can enlighten us on what you were doing while the village was under attack?"

"I was in my office grading papers."

"Don't you mean hiding like a coward," Harry questioned.

"I don't like what you are implying."

"And I do not like how you did not get involved to protect the students your boss told you to look after."

The two were locked in a fierce stare-off. The mutual dislike they shared was well-known by those present. Rufus and the others felt like they could smell that a fight was about to start, so they intervened. "This does not help," the Head Auror spoke. "Lord Potter, Madam Umbridge may be an unpleasant bitch who most would rather see dead. But we will not get anywhere by randomly accusing people we do not like."

"How dare you speak of me that way, Auror Scrimgeour," Delores sent him a withering glare that didn't faze him in the slightest. "I can-"

"What? Have me fired. Go ahead, and we will see how well the public and Wizengamot react when they hear that someone from the Office of the Minister of Magic tries to abuse its authority." Delores went silent and pale at what he said.

Rufus gave her one final glare before turning to Harry. "Lord Potter, would you be so kind as to tell us how you became aware of what was going on when you were supposed to attend a conference? It would go a long way."

"Gladly. Before I left for Japan, I asked Chief Magorian of the Centaurs to keep an eye on the school and village in my absence. A security precaution as I have an issue with Aurors who are more concerned with abusing their powers," quickly glancing at Dawlish and the Auror who threatened to put him in Azkaban and attack Byakko. "During my meeting with the Supreme Mugwump, he contacted me, and I immediately came here."

The hair on Dumbledore's eyebrows became nonexistent when Harry mentioned his meeting with the Supreme Mugwump. What did Babajide want with Harry? More importantly, what did they discuss? Could it be that they have formed an alliance? Too many questions were running through his mind.

"Why would the Supreme Mugwump want to speak with you of all people?" Delores scoffed at what he said.

Albus looked directly at Harry as he also wanted to know. "That isn't something you need to know as it is a matter of national and international security," the boy responded. "Which is way above your pay grade."

"That is where you are wrong, boy," her voice was devoid of any pleasantries holding nothing but scorn. "As the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, I have a right to know what is happening to this country's national security."

"Is that a fact? Then maybe you can explain why the dementors were so far away from Azkaban and why Death Eaters are running free?"

"Lords Malfoy and McNair were imperiused during the last war and were pardoned," she replied.

"I didn't say anything about the two of them," glaring at the toad-like woman. "Perhaps they should be brought in for questioning."

"You implied they have knowledge of what has happened today."

"Was I? Or are you simply hiding something," taking a step forward. "If I find out you had anything to do with what has happened today. Then your career will not be the only thing ruined."

"You dare threaten me! Cornelius will hear about this-"

"Not that he could do anything since he just recently got off from being punished. I hate to see what would happen if the wizengamot were to learn that his secretary is trying to interfere in this country's security." Harry's threat was sound and made her angry. This would cause a major scandal if the Wizengamot found out.

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Three hours later, Hadrian found himself resting on the couch in his apartment. His meeting with Dumbledore, the professors, and ministry personnel made him feel like he went ten rounds with a group of Hungarian Horntails. They watched the students' memories of the battle at Hogsmeade through the pensieve to better understand what happened. In addition, Dumbledork and Umbitch tried to question him about his meeting with Mr. Akingbade, but he gave them nothing. At the end of the meeting, he left the office with a big headache and teleported to his apartment for a headache potion. That is how he found himself lying on the couch with a pillow under his head, thinking about how the students faired during the battle. Admittedly they did better than expected... Especially Daphne, who defeated Voldemort's right hand/enforcer. Damn, he loved that woman!

When the portrait of his apartment opened, his amazing girlfriend walked in with a devilish smile. She might still be a little stiff after being discharged from the hospital wing, but she looked more beautiful than ever to him. As he sat up, his eyes widened when he saw a familiar bracelet attached to her left arm. "What? You seem something you like?" She walked over to sit next to him.

"...Among other things," wrapping an arm around her waist as she leaned against his chest. "Seems your battle with that Bellatrix has triggered your core to enter its maturity phase."

"That's what Madam Pomfrey said," Daphne replied as he kissed her forehead. Lifting her head up so she could look at him. "Now, about that comment of yours..."

Harry visibly gulped, "it was meant to be a private thought. But I guess I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

She cocked an eyebrow, "at first, you were," she began. "I had to endure a long boring lecture from my mother about being safe. Not to mention Tracey's snide comments about using contraceptive potions." The mischievous smile on her face grew, "that said, you are not getting off easy."

She kissed him when he was about to speak, surprising him. Just as he was about to wrap his arms around her back, she pulled back. "You got to keep your hands on the couch, and you cannot move them." Having to suppress a giggle at the look he was giving her. "This is your punishment. Be glad I'm not making you sleep on the couch tonight."

"You are a tease," he inwardly groaned. "I can win battles against Death Eaters, dark witches and wizards, and dark creatures, but not against my Slytherin girlfriend."

This time she released a small laugh, "don't you forget it," moving to sit on his lap, she brought her lips back to his, and they kissed passionately. To prevent him from moving his hand, she flicked her wand from its holster, and with a quick wave, she stuck his hands to the couch. Breaking the lip lock, she still held a superior smile, "just a little insurance. Wouldn't want you to do anything naughty while being punished. Would we?"

He grumbled incoherently to himself when she brought her lips back to his, and the two began anew. Daphne did not come out and say it, but she was happy he was back and could tell the feeling was mutual. Deciding to tease him a bit, she wiggled her butt on top of his growing erection when she felt him harden. In a short amount of time, after being unable to unstick his hands, he thrust up, making her giggle as she tried to ground him. This was the reaction she wanted to receive from him. She plunged her tongue into his mouth when she wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry reciprocated with his own tongue to make her moan. After a couple of minutes, they pulled away when the lack of air overtook them.

Together they lay on the couch, with Daphne resting her head on top of his chest, relishing in his warmth. "Glad to see that you've missed me. So how were the conferences?"

"Truthfully, they were boring and a big headache," he admitted. "Many of the senior members were against the idea of letting me continue my research projects, but the majority was overruled, and I was given the green light." Then releasing a long sigh, he resumed, "not only that, but they require me to submit my projects by the deadlines they've set."

"At least I have some time to relax. Thank god," feeling a headache about to come on as he remembered the meetings.

"Were they that bad?" Offering a gentle smile, wondering how awful they really were.

"You have no idea, love," letting out a yawn. "Though in all fairness, my meeting with the Supreme Mugwump went much better than I thought it would..." his stomach growled, cutting him off from saying anything more.

Unable to help herself, she laughed, "it seems someone is hungry."

"If you'd be so kind as to unstick my hands, I can go make dinner," she got up from the couch, flicked her wand into her hand, and unstuck his hands from the couch with a simple wave. "Thank you."

He watched as she went to the kitchen, though he could feel her smirking as she added a little sway to her hips with every step. 'Damn, that woman is a tease,' he mentally commented before going into the kitchen to help prepare dinner. Tonight's meal consisted of bami goreng with Caesar salad. During dinner, Harry laminated about his meeting with Dumbledore, the Aurors, and Umbitch. The ugly toad tried to bully him for information, and Dumbledore wasn't much help as they wanted to know about his meeting with the Supreme Mugwump. However, he gave them nothing as it was classified information between him, Miwa, Madam Marchbanks, the Supreme Mugwump, and the ICW Commanders and Captains. Which were above their jurisdiction. Then there was talk about tomorrow morning's news: "...I imagine the Daily Prophet and International Press will be having a field day."

"At least they're telling the truth and are not under Fudge's control," Daphne drank some of her pumpkin juice. "There's been talk in the ministry that more than three-fourths of the employees want Fudge and his entourage removed. And I imagine he's seen better days, grasping at straws over trying to rebuild his image and reclaim some of his money."

"Fudge's time will come. Sooner than later, with the amount of information, we've been able to accumulate. He will soon be begging for the safety of Azkaban," Harry ate some more of his noodles. "But perhaps the sweetest thing is that Voldemort and his Death Eaters are running out of options."

"Add to the fact that you took out Bellatrix has hurt him a lot, I imagine," he remarked with a big grin.

Returning the grin with one of her own, they finished eating, put their plates in the sink, and went upstairs to get ready for bed.

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Rudolphus Lestrange was in hell. That was the only word that could describe the situation he was in at the moment. When he and the remaining Death Eaters returned, the Dark Lord wasted no time in expressing his displeasure at hearing about what happened at the Hogsmeade village. His rage was further intensified when he learned that Bellatrix had been killed by a sixteen-year-old girl. What's more, the said girl was Potter's girlfriend. The chances of him being allowed to live so he could seek revenge would be low as the Dark Lord's red eyes bore into his with a vengeance.

"You're telling me that even after Bellatrix..." he said in a dangerously cold voice. "Absorbed the magical cores of others, she was still defeated?!"

The older of the Lestrange brothers was frozen in fear. "My Lord, none of us were prepared for the Greengrass bitch to have that much power at her disposal. The idea of her being able to generate enough power to kill my wife is shocking and hard for me to get my head around it."

"Leave me and get the others healed," gesturing to the broken people lying on the floor. He destroyed their bones, minds, and spirits by submitting them to unspeakable torments, the likes of which have never been experienced before. "All of you out!" He ordered. Watching as the people present helped their fellow Death Eaters out of the room, Rudolphus attempted to leave himself, though the task was difficult as both his legs and right arm were gone. Haven' grown irritated, Voldemort waved his wand and painfully banished the man from his presence, destroying some of his bones in the process.

Voldemort would not admit it, but he was concerned and a little scared about the state of things. First, Nagini had been killed, and now a mere teenager had defeated his right hand Bellatrix. This was quite troubling! Things were not going how he had anticipated, and worse...his forces were being diminished as the number of resources at his disposal was being limited. Furthermore, the Aurors at the ministry and ICW agents were becoming more active. Adding insult to injury, this Hakugarai and Shadow had become more than mere thorns in his side. He would need to find out who they really were and remove them. Permanently. And then there was Harry Potter. While he may have entertained the idea of having the boy under his control at first. But the insignificant brat had quickly proven to be a problem and seriously aggravated him to no end.

He would need to change up the ground war. The only question was. How? How could he eliminate his enemies and bring the world under his control? These questions and more entered his mind as he did not like knowing things of importance. He would need to have his remaining Horcrux brought to him where he can protect them. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought of Dumbledore or anyone else learning of his secret. For the first time in his life, he was afraid and hated it more than anything.

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Warning Incoming Adult Content. Read at your own discretion.

The next morning on Sunday, Harry opened his eyes to a familiar presence resting beside him. Her scent brought a big smile to his face as vanilla and mint filled his nose. Carefully removing himself from bed, he teleported to his dresser for a set of clothes and a towel, then headed into the fresher for a shower. Just as he stepped into the shower and turned the hot water on, a pair of arms wrapped around him. There was no mistaking who was standing behind him. "Morning, beautiful."

"Morning, handsome. Any plans for the day?"

"Nothing except for grading the number of different essays that'll likely be waiting for me in my office. Hopefully, after they're out of the way, I can get some much-needed rest and enjoy myself." Then, he turned around, "any luck, my free time can be spent with some who has beautiful eyes and is as cunning as she is beautiful.

"Well, I'm sure this person can help ease your stress," standing on her toes, she brought her lips to his as he wrapped his arms around her waist. The kiss was slow and loving, with their lips moving in sync as the hot water dropped on them. Daphne moaned in his mouth when he cupped her arse and brought her body closer to him.

Deepening the kiss, he dipped his tongue into her mouth and, in one swift motion, picked her so she could wrap her legs above his waist. He held her against the wall for a few minutes before pulling away. "Would you like to reenact what we did during the Christmas break?"

"You just read my mind," she said as he started kissing below her ear. "That tickles. You know I'm sensitive right there."

After a few minutes of heated snogging, she moaned and gasped when he entered her, "g-god Harry," she moaned in between kisses as he continued to thrust in and out of her. "D-Don't stop!"

Her nails dug into his skin as he continued to pleasure her, with each of his thrusts becoming faster and harder. "I...I love you, D-Daphne," he moaned as she tightened around his wand.

"F...Fuck, Harry...I-I love... you too!" Her pleasure slowly began to take over as the sound of her moaning increased as he showed how much he loved her. The amount of exercise he did and the power he has made the experience all that more enjoyable, and she was very fortunate to have him. "Ahh-ahh!"

She knew she was close and could tell he wasn't far behind as his muscles tightened. "I-I'm close!" She announced, moaning in absolute pleasure. Her limit was fast approaching.

"M-Me too," he replied. Giving all he had, he thrust into her a couple more times without abandonment, and soon, the two called out each other's names as they climaxed.

"D-Damn..." she said, trying to catch her breath as he released deep inside her, and her legs went numb when her feet hit the ground, and he pulled out. "I-I will never understand how you are able to do what you do." The sweat on both their bodies was instantly washed away by the water.

He pulled her into a loving kiss which she reciprocated. Despite being slow, both teens were satisfied and showed no signs of wanting to stop. Unfortunately, the need for air came, and they reluctantly pulled apart. "We might need another shower as it wouldn't be smart if we entered the Great Hall smelling like sex," a wry grin appeared on his face.

Meeting his grin with her own, "I agree. The water might get cold, but it will still be hot with the two of us." To emphasize her point, she grabbed his thing, seeing that it was still hard. "So, Professor Potter, what else are you going to teach me? Please don't let it be a lecture."

"Fret not, Ms. Greengrass, there will be no lecture as this will be a practical session," chuckling a bit as he firmly grabbed her arse and kissed her as she smiled.

"I'll do my best not to disappoint..." was all she said before they went for another round.

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One steamy sexualized shower later, the young couple dressed themselves and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. When they entered walked through the double doors. Harry went to the Head table while Daphne sat with her friends at the Ravenclaw table. The minute she sat next to Tracey; the brunette sent her a mischievous expression on her face. "You seem to be in a pleasant mood this morning. Did anything happen?"

Rolling her eyes, she poured herself some coffee, "get your mind out of the gutter, Trace. You can't live your fantasies through me."

The smile on her best friend's face became noticeably bigger. Tracey could be very observant when she wanted to be. Hearing the tone in her voice, she prodded, "so something did happen. Must have been a great way to start the day after getting some action."

Neville and Susan started coughing at what she said as their food went down the wrong pipe. Blaise shook his head amusedly. After they were released from the Hospital wing, they ventured into an unused classroom where they spent a good amount of time making out hot and heavy. The two fifth-year Slytherins decided to kick things up a few notches, and while they didn't go all the way. However, they did have to redress and make themselves look presentable before heading to their common room. Susan used her napkin when she finished coughing and gave her female friends a look or, more accurately, looked at Daphne.

"You know how she is... Tracey won't stop until you give her something," a wry smile tugged her lips. Secretly she wanted to get in on the gossip herself.

Knowing she was right, Daphne leaned closer to Tracey and whispered into her ear. Her brown eyes grew at what she heard. "That's all you get," returning to put some jam on her toast.

"...rather adventurous of you two. Who knew that our favorite professor and resident, Ice Queen had this kind of streak." She poked Daphne in the side. "You know I'm gonna grill you later. After all, I am going to be your maid of honor at your wedding when he finally proposes."

That comment surprised Daphne as she was not prepared for that topic to come out. A light blush appeared on her cheeks. Marriage was something that would pop into her mind every now and then when she allowed her mind to wander. She smiled after glancing at the promise ring on her finger. It was one of her most treasured possessions. While she loved the idea of her and Harry becoming husband and wife, they were still too young. Plus, she couldn't imagine ever being with anyone else other than the man she already chose.

In case you have forgotten, neither Harry nor I are ready to be married, as we are far too young." A snide smile crossed her lips. "Also, the idea of you becoming my maid of honor is questionable, as I can always ask Miwa or Emily to fill that role."

Tracey gave her a playful glare look that said you wouldn't dare. The two then started laughing. "But all jokes aside, we are too young to get married. Likely when we are older." She went to finish her toast and drink some coffee from her goblet. "Speaking of which... When is Blaise going to propose to you?"

The dark-skinned boy was caught off guard by the question that the pumpkin juice he was drinking accidentally went down the wrong way, and he started coughing. Aaron had to pat him on the back a couple times until he regained himself "...for the love of magic woman... You're almost as bad as Tracey. And I will propose when the time is right. My idea is simple. Just pop the question out."

His response was met with a glare from Tracey. "If you do that, then we will be having some issues." She warned.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he threw an arm around her shoulder and kissed the side of her head. "I am only playing. As an Italian male, we are naturally romantic and have tact when it comes to being with those of the opposite sex."

"Uh-huh," she said with a mild amount of disbelief.

Astoria giggled at the two as she directed their attention to the crystals on the wall. They formed a rectangle and showed the morning news from the Daily Prophet. Soon the entire Hall turned their attention to the screen as a female reporter came to deliver the morning report. This one, in particular, was special as the Head of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour, spoke about the attack at Hogsmeade and how a bunch of students could fend off acromantulas, dementors, and Death Eaters. "Interestingly enough, despite how well the Aurors fought, their teamwork paled when compared to the teenagers who joined in the confrontation. Specifically, this group which consisted of Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Susan Bones, Adrian Puecy, Blaise Zabini, Lilith Moon, Emily Stevenson, Hannah Abbot, and Aaron Vaisey, managed to defeat several foes. What is surprising is how they worked together, as their teamwork and magic prowess surpass that of the Aurors present."

"As the Head of the Auror office, I am both impressed and embarrassed," he admitted. "Impressed how a group of teenagers was able to defend themselves so adequately, and embarrassed at how the adults, more importantly, the Aurors stationed at the village, required their help." The students and staff members saw his expression and heard the tone in his voice. They gave an idea of what he was feeling and thinking. "Furthermore, according to the reports I've read and multiple testaments from several eyewitnesses. I am pleased to report that Bellatrix Lestrange was defeated by the heiress to the House of Greengrass. To think that a sixteen-year-old could defeat someone of Mrs. Lestrange's caliber is amazing and something to be admired. There is no doubt in my and my colleagues' mind that she is an extremely gifted and powerful witch..."

The people, unaware of what transpired or only knew a little of what happened yesterday, stared at the group with wide eyes. Daphne received the most stares when it was revealed that she killed Bellatrix Lestrange, as many lost people they cared about because of that woman. The blonde Slytherin unconsciously rubbed the upper part of her right arm as she remembered her duel with the loathsome woman and what Madam Pomfrey attached to her arm after she was cleared to leave. Because of her duel, she was now having her magical maturity meaning she would have to take it easy and not strain her core. Ignoring the bewildered looks from the other students, she proceeded to finish her breakfast. Throughout the rest of the morning, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and a handful of people from the D.A attempted to claim some of the credit, claiming they contributed a great deal yesterday.

True to his prediction, Harry had to spend a few hours grading essays. To him, this was the most boring part of being an apprentice. Sometimes he would get the impression that his dad just liked to shove the responsibility of grading essays and exams onto him, so he could relax. There were times when he would catch a small, barely visible smile on Minerva's face when she'd assign him to grade papers. Halfway done grading the fifth year's potion reports, someone knocked on his door. Then stealing a glance at the Marauders Map to see who it was, a tired sigh left his mouth.

Deactivating the map. "Come in, Ms. Prewett," lifting his head as his office door opened by a frowning young redhead. Noticing the expression on her face, he put the quill he'd been grading with down, "is there a problem?"

Ginny walked in, stopping just before his mahogany desk. She folded her arms. "Professor, I wanted to enquire about my marks in potions and transfigurations. I average between a high Acceptable and a low Exceeds Expectations in Potions. Transfigurations my marks are low to mid, Exceeds Expectations. Is there any chance you can give me some pointers?"

"Professor Snape's class is mainly about preparations. You have to write down the instructions on the chalkboard and in the book. But, more importantly, you have to understand the effects of the potion and the ingredients used." He explained in a cool voice. "For Professor McGonagall, while her class is based on intent, you must also be mindful of what you intend to cast. Look, listen, and understand the key points of what is-"

"What do you see in her?" Ginny interrupted. "It is unfair that she gets to be with you and I don't. Do you know what Greengrass did to me a few days ago?"

He sat up straight in his chair and sucked in a breath while also pinching the bridge of his nose. "The only contacts I've had within this school are the professors I'm apprenticing under, my girlfriend, and my sister. Other than that, my time has been devoted to my projects and other responsibilities."

Ginny's frown became more severe when he mentioned that blond snake. "I can no longer have children because of her. She destroyed me," pointing to her stomach.

Harry had to admit he was startled by what she said as his eyebrows became nonexistent when his eyes widened. "Was it a sanctioned duel?" He asked after getting over his initial shock.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"If it was a sanctioned duel, then by wizarding law, any and all rules and regulations are deemed absolute once accepted by both parties," he firmly said.

"But that's not fair," she indignantly said. "After seeing Madam Pomfrey, I was taken to St. Mungo's to see the healers, and they all said that it was irreversible. That I am barren for life, and it's all thanks to that Slytherin slut." tears started to well up in her eyes.

"That is enough, Ms. Prewett," the cold edge in his voice was as sharp as steel. "You have my sympathy for what has befallen you. However, a duel is a duel, and you are fortunate to still be alive."

A cool voice entered the conversation interrupting the fourth-year lion before she could speak. "Exactly! Why am I not surprised to hear that you are complaining...especially after finding traces of potions in your system." The two turned around to see Professors Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick standing in the doorway. The former had his usual scowl on his face and trademark sneer. Filius and Minerva's expressions were crossed between unimpressed and frown.

"What potion?" Harry's expression darkened.

"The mage potion," Severus replied. "If taken, then it will temporarily give the person enough power to rival that of a mage class; however, it will drain some of that person's mental capabilities and take years off their life."

"That potion is extremely dangerous, not to mention deadly," Harry concluded. "But what concerns me is how you acquired such a thing as that potion can only be brewed by a Potions Master/Mistress. And even then, that potion is heavily frowned upon in this country."

Minerva fixed her cub a frosty glare. "Head to my office, Ms. Prewett. You and I are going to have a long talk.

Ginny paled at what her head of house said and tried to look for help from Harry and Professor Flitwick, but neither looked inclined to give any, so she stomped out of the room with tears coming down her eyes. Minerva had to massage her temples, as she felt like she would be drinking a bottle of scotch tonight. Then she turned her eyes to Harry, who still sat at his desk. "You handled that remarkably well."

Leaning back in his chair, "the transfiguration and charm essays have been completed along with the majority of the potion essays. I'm halfway done with them."

The diminutive professor smiled with glee as he retrieved the yellow folders containing the graded homework assignments for his classes. Minerva did the same and gave him a look of gratitude. She liked having Hadrian as an apprentice, as it meant an extra pair of hands and would allow her some additional breathing room. It also helped that he was organized and very thorough when grading and separating the papers among their years. Furthermore, she had seen an increase in marks these past two years. Like her, many other professors have noticed that the students have been steadily improving in both their: theory and practical works. After collecting what they needed, the two left, leaving Severus and Harry in the room. As soon as they were out, Severus flickered his wand from its holster and closed and locked the door with a wave, then added a series of privacy wards.

He immediately noticed the sour expression on his dad's face and knew something was up. "Why do I get the feeling that whatever you're about to tell me isn't going to be good?"

Severus then confirmed his suspicions. "Yesterday's events have attracted more attention than we initially thought." He stated as a matter of urgency. "Both sides are on edge. The Dark Lord, in particular, has been a lot more angrier as of late and has dealt a severe punishment to the ones who have survived. Dumbledore is also unhappy with this latest development. He wants to know what you discussed with Mr. Akingbade and will likely attempt to use the people close to you."

"All right, I will let them know."

"There's something else," he warned. "Our contacts have reported that Fudge has been using Percival Weasley to pass instructions to Madam Umbridge since he's been suspended from office. I have no doubt that he will have her do something drastic."

"That is most disturbing..."

They talked about what those two were scheming for the next twenty-five minutes. Later Harry finished marking the reports and handed them to his dad so he could put them in his grade book.

Taking a couple of minutes to gather his thoughts, he decided to teleport into the Chamber of Secrets to speak with the Founders and his animal companions. There he shared the latest developments and sought their counsel on how best to proceed since all three parties were about to make a move. Salazar, Helga, and Dayvee were the most vocal about the current situation, for they were far from happy with the three main antagonists. An hour later, after consulting them, he teleported out of the chamber with Suzaku and Genbu, assuming their tattoo forms. Then, he appeared near the black lake and noticed someone familiar sitting next to the shore.

"Did I keep you waiting?" He walked over and wrapped his arms around her body. Placing a kiss at the base of her neck.

"No, I just got here myself," whirling around and giving him a quick peck on the lips. "So where are we heading to?"

"You'll see," he teleported them away with a smile.

For the rest of the day, they spent their time enjoying the different attractions in magical and muggle Italy. Harry could tell that she needed to get away from school and all the drama in Britain. Between attending her NEWT classes, her exams will be here before long, and her magic had entered its maturing phase. Either of those things would make a person go crazy as they were incredibly exhausting. Later that day, they went to a club where they danced for a few hours before heading to his villa for dinner. The smile on her face showed she had a good time today, and after dinner, they went back to Hogwarts.

"That was fun," she said, changing into her pajamas. When he wrapped, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She closed her eyes and leaned into his chest.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are and how happy you make me?"

"Your actions and micro-expressions say it all."

Gently turning her head, he placed a soft, loving kiss on her lips, which she happily reciprocated. They might be teenagers, but they both knew they loved one another very dearly. He then picked her up and carried her bridal style to the bed, never breaking the lip lock between them. From there, they spent a good half-hour snogging before going to bed for the night.

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On the 25th of that month, the Headmaster had called for a meeting in his office, which consisted of himself, Minerva, Septima, Severus, Pomona, and Harry. While Harry was busy doing some research for his potions project, Severus was finishing grading the exams for the Hufflepuff fifth years. That was when a corporeal phoenix came flying into the classroom with a message requesting them to be in the office. Using the floo network in Professor Snape's office, they flooed over to see that they weren't alone. "Headmaster, I was in the middle of grading exams," Severus coolly said. "Why have you summoned me?"

"Oh, Severus, Mr. Potter, Welcome. Would either of you care for a SweeTART?" gesturing to the bowl on the side of his desk. "I have just received an order for them, and despite being mini, they are very chewy and have a burst of flavor."

Severus instantly declined. On the other hand, Harry took a handful and discreetly used his elemental sight to see if anything had been done to them. When he found nothing, he popped one in his mouth. "Words of advice: the orange and green ones are the best. Also, getting hooked on this type of candy is very easy. Eat too much, and your teeth will rot before you know it."

"I will definitely keep that in mind," eating some himself as his expression and tone changed. "Unfortunately, the reason why I have asked you all here is of grave importance. Delores intends to have Sybil Trelawney removed from Hogwarts."

The surprised expressions on their faces were not missed on any of their faces. Minerva had mixed feelings about the woman, and while she believed her to be a fraud and never thought too highly of Divination, she often wished for it to be removed. That said, the woman earned her place among the staff, whereas Delores was hated by more than ninety percent of the student population and the other professors. Pomona quickly spoke, "that cannot be. For what purpose could she have removed Sybil? She might be considered a fraud, but she fulfills her duties...to have her removed is not within her..."

"...authority. No, it isn't! The power to banish a teacher or staff member lies with the Headmaster and Owner of this school." Dumbledore finished. The fire in his blue eyes showed. "We have to think of an alternative."

"It's rare for me to agree with you. However, in this case, you are right," Harry folded his arms as everyone in the room looked at him with bewilderment. "I may have my own opinions regarding Divination and Sybil, but Umbridge is a fucking bitch who struts around this castle like she owns the place. She needs to be removed!"

"I wholeheartedly agree with Hadrian," Septima replied. "Our personal feelings aside...if that woman attempts to have Sybil banished from these grounds, then I will personally go to the Ministry and ring a couple of necks."

"Then we are agreed," Albus felt a small amount of relief as they were all on the same page. "But first, we need to find someone to handle her classes while she's suspended. Any ideas?"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it," an idea formed in his head, and he hoped the person would agree.

The meeting continued for another three hours, with Dumbledore discussing the possibility of Delores removing another member of the staff and himself. Harry and Severus had to bite back a remark on how it would be nice for him to finally be removed. The former kept a watchful eye on the old Headmaster, more importantly, his wand, which had an unusual yet familiar magical presence. While he could see Dumbledore's magic signature was on the wand, another signature was embedded deep within it. For whatever reason, it was calling him. But why? Why now? His eyes briefly lit up when Dumbledore placed his wand on his desk and went to escort Pomona and Septima from the office. As soon as they were out of the room, Harry quickly waved his hand over the wand to get a proper read on the unique magic signature.

When he returned, the meeting resumed for a couple more minutes until the end, and the three remaining professors returned to where they were summoned. The minute Harry stepped out of the floo network in his father's office, he collected his belonging and teleported to the Room of Requirement. He was met by Byakko, who trotted over from his place near the fireplace with Iroh, who was still asleep.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, rubbing against his partner's legs. Then, not a second later, Suzaku flamed in with Genbu. The immortal phoenix flew to his right shoulder and affectionately nuzzled his cheek.

"...something about my meeting in the Headmaster's office caught me by surprise," Harry waved a hand at his desk and summoned a wooden box. "I have a theory," he said as the box flew to his hand. He sent a mental message to Emily asking her to come and bring his invisibility cloak.

Just as he pulled the black stone from the box, she walked in with his cloak. Then using her wand, she locked the door and employed a series of anti-eavesdropping and privacy wards. The magic of the room materialized a sofa for them to sit on.

"What is it?" She asked, seeing the curious look in his eyes. He only had that look when he was deep in thought about something major.

"There was something different about Dumbledore's wand, yet it seemed familiar. Now that I think about it. The signature is exactly similar to the one embedded in this stone."

"Is that significant?"

"I'm about to find out," he grabbed the invisibility cloak to examine the magic within it. Strange enough, while the Potter family magic was present...so was another. An ancient signature that was familiar to him. "I wonder."

He closed his eyes and turned the stone over in his hand a few times. It felt cold and, at the same time, warm. "Be with me," whispering into the stone. The stone glowed in his hand as if reacting to his deepest desires, and four figures appeared before him and Emily. Lifting his head, he saw his parents and grandparents standing before them with big smiles on their faces. "Em-Emily a-are... y-you see-ing...?"

"I-I'm seeing it, but...not believing it," her mouth was dry as her brain was going a thousand miles an hour.

"M-Mum," shakingly, he stood up, hoping his legs wouldn't give out as he approached her. His parents were a few inches shorter than him, and so was his grandmother. Unknown to him, tears came down his eyes.

A lone tear came down Lily's eyes when her son extended his hand, attempting to reach out to her; meeting his hand with her own, his fingers passed through hers. "You look so handsome," giving a gentle smile as he fell to his knees and took a knee herself. Despite knowing that she couldn't touch him, she put a hand near the side of his face or at least near it.

"My son. My strong son. You have been so brave, sweetheart."

"How is this possible?" His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest.

Charlus responded, "that stone is more than what it appears to be. It is one of the Deathly Hallows. The Resurrection Stone." A long distant smile crossed his lips as he watched his grandson stand up. Emily stood to walk beside him.

"How is that possible? The Deathly Hollows is supposed to be a children's fairy tale."

"Supposed, but not true," Dorea corrected. "And thank you, Emily and the rest of you," looking at the gods. "Thank you for looking after my grandson. We have been watching you for a long time."

James then quipped, "I'm sure you have already figured out that our family's invisibility cloak is not your typical cloak. Harry. There is more to the Potter family than what you know. We are not only related to the House of Gryffindor and the House of Ravenclaw. Before the four Founders created Hogwarts, there were three brothers: Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus Peverell. They were the original masters of the Deathly Hollows. While you already know the story of The Tale of the Three Brothers and how they used their magical abilities to cross a treacherous river that would have killed them otherwise. Feeling that he had been cheated, Death stopped them midway across, blocking their path. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said that each had earned a prize for being clever enough to evade him."

"The oldest of the three brothers: Antioch, received a wand more powerful than any other in existence. As long as he had the wand, no one could beat him. After defeating someone whom he had been at odds with for years, he went to an inn where he drunkenly boasted about his success and that as long as he had the elder wand, he could never be defeated. Unfortunately, that same night someone snuck into his room and slit his throat, killing him and allowing someone else to claim the Elder wand. The middle brother: Cadmus, received a stone that could be used to contact loved ones from the grave. Determined to be reunited with his fiancée, he returned to his home with it and used it to revive his dead lover. However, he soon found she had not been truly revived. Instead, she appeared sad and cold, and he felt like a veil still separated them. Driven mad with longing, Cadmus committed suicide to truly be reunited with his lost love. Then the final brother: Ignotus, desired something that would enable him to move from one place to another without being detected by anyone, even Death. Having known about Death's true intentions, he hid for years under the cloak until he reached a great age and eventually passed it to his son. He then departed from the mortal world with Death on his own terms, rather than the same as his brothers."

"Ignotus's son would then pass the cloak to his daughter, who would eventually marry into our family. In other words, the House of Peverell lives on through you-and, unfortunately, Voldemort. Who hails from the House of Gaunt."

"Does Voldemort know this? That he had one of the Deathly Hollows. Or Dumbledore when he had my cloak?" Harry enquired.

"No. Voldemort never knew. Where if he did, then I imagine he never would have let out of his sight," Dorea said. "However, Dumbledore is a different story. He tried to see if the cloak would work for him after James and Lily died but later discovered it would not. I believe he arrived at that conclusion after realizing that as long as someone from the Potter family lived, the cloak would never truly work for him."

Emily then interjected. "Wait! If Harry has the Invisibility Cloak and Resurrection Stone, then where's the Elder wand?"

Harry's eyes became wide. "Dumbledore has it!"

Charlus nodded his head. "He won it from Grindelwald when they fought. During their travels, they searched for the Deathly Hollows, but after three-way duel that took Arianna's life, they went their separate ways. Gellert eventually found the wand and the rest you already know."

"In the name of the mother of magic," Naga unwrapped himself from Dayvee and approached the two leggers. "This is something we gods have never expected. If one can bring all three objects together, they will become the Master of Death."

Rubbing his chin, "this does present a problem." Everyone looked at him, curious as to what he was thinking. Like you said, grandmother, if Dumbledore knows about the cloak and possesses the wand. Then it stands to reason that he will likely be gunning for the stone," Harry voiced. "We can't let either him or Tom get their hands on them."

"I agree. This information must remain with your inner circle and never fall into their hands." Charlus said. He was the same height as his grandson. "We must return to the astral plane. Our time together is coming to an end. Remember, Hadrian, we will always be with you."

They then faded away, leaving Harry and Emily in the company of the gods. Suzaku lightly trilled to ease the boy's emotions while Byakko hopped on the couch and put his head on Harry's lap. Dayvee came over after Naga rewrapped himself around her and rested near his feet.

"What do we do now?" Emily asked, leaning on his arm.

The two looked at each other for what seemed like hours. No words were spoken. Not out loud or through their link. All there was, was silence and the looks in their eyes. They didn't need a special link to know what each other was thinking...

A/N: After her duel with Bellatrix, Daphne's core has now started to mature. How long will it take is anyone's guess? She has come a long way from when she first started training in martial combat, and has proven to be one of the strongest witches in the world. Her magical abilities might be on par with Miwa's. True power draws it's strength from the person's will, spirit, and determination. The power and skills someone inherits is nothing compared to what is developed through hard work.

Some of the questions asked in this chapter are valid and are significant. I just wanted to point that out. Now, finally the Deathly Hallows have been mentioned with Harry, Emily, and the gods learning about their existence. Using the Resurrection Stone Harry was able to speak with the ghost images of his family instead of their portraits. With two already in his possession he would need to find a way to remove the third from Dumbledore.

Also Personal request to the author known as Carrots123, please update your story Breaking Point. Come on, please, man, you're killing me here. What happens next? The same with you, Z-bond. Please update your story about Harry Potter and the Veela.

Personal note to everyone: I will be spending some time working on my other stories so the next chapter might come later than expected. Do not worry as I am not dropping this story, and will work on the upcoming chapter when I have the time.

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