So, these are just snippets of things to come or just random things that play in my head. I don't want to start anything that I won't finish, Ya know.

So, enjoy?


"Harry, Don't!" Hermione screams, Harry's head snaps to her, eyes slitted from the Hunt, the haunting luminous yellow-gold rings his eyes. She can see his hands clench and unclench as his head snaps back to the floating Muggles just above the burning tents, hopping from foot to foot, antsy and eager for the hunt just past the tents. "Please," she begs her best friend.

"I'm, …I can't just, …" Harry says before a scream from where the Death Eater we're rampaging catches his attention and a growl boils up from his throat, before he turns back to Hermione and Ron, "Get to the forest, find the others and stay safe," he says before charging off into the crowd, heading towards the Death Eaters, towards his prey.

"Harry, No!" Hermione screams before she's grabbed by and dragged back to the woods.


"Sirius! Remus!" Harry calls out as he sees the two men in the entrance hall before jogging up to them, only to be swept up into a hug from his Godfather.

"Harry! It's so good to see you again," Sirius says as he crushes Harry to him like something precious he didn't want to let go of.

"Hello, Harry," Remus says with a kind smile as he watches them with a smile, "How have you been?" He asks as he leans against the stone wall.

"Oh, um, …good, I guess, not allowed to wear my jacket right now, but otherwise fine," Harry says as he breaks away from Sirius, "But what are you two doing here?" Harry asks.

The two marauders look at each other with a smile before turning back to Harry, "I'm guessing Dumbledore didn't say anything, Huh?" Sirius asks before Harry shakes his head confused, He didn't like to bother the Headmaster if he could help it.

"That's good," Sirius says while nodding his head, "I wanted to tell you myself," he says before reaching into the black leather jacket that looked almost like Harry's own and pulling a bundle of parchment that was neatly folded before handing it to Harry.

Harry unfolds the folded parchment and squints at the floating words that twist across the page, "ahhh, …" Harry looks back at Sirius with a confused face.

"Oh, right the dyslexia thing, Sorry Harry," Sirius says before pulling out his wand and waving it over the parchment and the symbols rearrange themselves into something Harry's brain could process, "The important part is at the bottom," Sirius says tucking away his wand.

Harry's eyes scan near the bottom of the page, reading it under his breath "We, The department of child welfare, by the power invested in us by the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot, hereby award…award the custody of Harry James of the Noble House of Potter to, to…to Sirius Orion of the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, …" Harry looks up from the parchment to his Godfather's face, eyes wide and full of emotions, he feels the corners of them burn, "No, …No more Dursleys?" Harry asks, vice cracking as Sirius bends down to look him in the eye as he places his hands on his shoulders.

"Never Again," Sirius swears to his Godson before they embrace, with Remus watching on with a small smile on his face. After a long moment, they break from their embrace before Sirius tells him to go up to Gryffindor Tower and change.

"Why?" Harry asks, confused, were they leaving?

"Because today we'll be doing something that's long overdue, Harry," Remus tells him.

"We're going to visit your parents," Sirius tells him with a sad smile.


Harry's eyes flick left to right, looking for an escape route from the woman slowly stalking towards him, she takes her time because she knows she has him trapped. She was maybe five feet away but even from the corner, he could feel the heat radiating off her. Harry swallows the lump in his throat, trying to fight off the instincts to fight, but it wasn't going well. The beautiful woman smiles at him, and while most would see a flirtatious smile, Harry saw what it really was, the smile of a predator that had caught her prey after a long chase.

" Ello, 'Arry Potter, It iz funny running into ou, ere," Fleur says with a smile that Harry doesn't return.

"Um, Yeah, ah im going to-to be late to class, so if you'll excuse me," Harry says, trying to excuse himself and step around the much taller girl, but she quickly steps into his way.

"But, 'Arry, why leave zo zoon?" She asks, as the hand that didn't hold her wand inched up towards the intricate handle of the short sword on her waist, "Do ou not wizh to ztay and talk to me?" Fleur says with pouting lips and with now a musical quality to her voice as she tries to lure Harry in, but Harry shakes his head as he draws upon the hunt and looks back at Fleur with slitted eyes, the girl's smile turns into a grin, wild and beautiful as she was, as white fire courses down her hair in excitement.

"No," Harry says firmly, with gritted teeth, trying to fight off the older girl's Allure, "I have to get to class, please move," Everything was warring in Harry, he wants to hunt, he wants to fight, he wants to show the stupid bird in front of him she wasn't the top of the food chain, he wanted to fu-

"But 'Arry, we barely known each other, wouldn't you like to gez to known me?" Fleur says increasing the potency of the allure.

"No," Harry says, it feels like his teeth are about to crack with how hard he clenches his jaw.

"That iz oo bad," Fleur says now in arms reach of the Heir to the Hunt, "because I really want to get to known ou, 'Arry," she takes a deep breath through her noses, "Tu sens tellement l'eau à la bought," she says right under her breath, as her hand wraps around the handle of the short sword.

"Hey! Get away from him, you Floozy!" Yells the voice of Harry's Girlfriend as she stomps down the empty corridor to them.


"Hem hem," the light cough echoes over the Headmaster's words, as most of the head table turn their heads to look at the toad-like woman in pink, Harry personally waits for either Snape to curse the woman or McGonagall to transfigure the woman into a toad. The Headmaster, always the jovial man, turns his head with a smile, "Yes, Delores?" He asks, "Did you wish to say something?"

"Why Yes, Headmaster," Umbridge says as she stands from her seat at the end of the staff table and walks over to the front, right in front of Dumbledore as she looks over the crowd of students.

"Now, I know many of you have heard about the return of a certain dark wizard from certain persons, who shall remain nameless for now," the toad in pink says, looking over to the Gryffindor table, "But we at the ministry want to make sure you, the bright young minds of the future, know that these rumors are in true and entirely false, no matter who says anything. But we at the ministry are worried about are the falling yearly scores and underwhelming staff at what was once the finest magical school in the world," it was after saying these words that Professor McGonagall begins to stand with a fire in her eyes until Snape puts a hand on her shoulder and pulls her back down in her seat before looking at her and shaking his head slightly, "but not to worry," Umbridge continues on never realizing how close to getting turned into a toad she was, "We at the ministry thought it was high time for someone to come and shape up the staff, to root out problematic students, and make sure this school was brought backup to the envy of the magical world, and the ministry has selected-" but that was as far as Umbridge's speech went, because it was cut off by the deafening BOOM That shook the Great Hall as the doors to the room slam open, and a new voice called out, a voice that made Harry pale.

"My apologies Headmaster for being so late, I was setting up my lovely new office, and I must have lost track of time," The voice calls out as a woman strides into the Great Hall, taller than most of the staff members besides Hagrid, Snape, or Dumbledore and powerfully built, long red hair the color of freshly spilled blood, and dark Auburn eyes, she wore a flowing black dress with the same red and black Bratt was pinned at the shoulder of her dress, hanging down her body like a toga.

As soon as Harry sees who it is he begins to slowly slide under the Gryffindor Table, he really didn't want her to see him.

"Not at all, My Lady," says Dumbledore's voice as Ron and Hermione watch him slide under the table to hide, Confusion evident on their faces. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Students of every house, please join me in welcoming our new Defensive Arts Teacher, Lady Scáthach!" A Confused round of applause sounded throughout the Great hall as both Ron and Hermione looked down at the top of Harry's head.

"Mate, …is that?" Ron asks Only to see the top of Harry's head nod.


"I'm going to kill you, …" The soft voice of the brat stops Severus, he turns back to Lily's child, Severus had to use one of the more powerful spells that he had learned from Scáthach to keep the boy from ripping Bellatrix apart with his bare hands after she had killed the brats love. He shows no emotion as he looks at the boy, the girl dead only a few feet from Harry, it was cruel, even for Severus.

"I'm going to kill you, and that bitch, and everyone who has that Mark, I'll hunt you all down," The brat said, no…looking the boy in the eyes, this was an oath to be held to his dying breath. The Brat would come for them all and nothing would stop him.

"Good," Severus thought as he turned on his heel and walked past the ward line, "Anyone who bears the Dark Mark deserves nothing less than death," before spinning on his heel to disappear.


After pulling on his Jacket, the Heir of the hunt looks around, confused at his surrounding, it was a white-washed and grayscale forest, with mist spelling from around every tree and bush, it reminded him of the clearing Him and Atalanta used to train in, what felt like, so long ago.

"Where the hell am I?" Harry asks out loud, and surprisingly, a voice behind him answers.

"Now that's an interesting question, though I'm pretty sure you're not in Kansas anymore Toto," the voice says, the female voice that is. Harry whips around one hand going for Serpent-Hunter and the other flicking his wand out, but both hands find neither as Harry looks at the figure in front of him.

He couldn't see her face due to the newspaper she was reading and Harry could just see the top of a Muggles stage magician's hat poking over the top, "HARRY POTTER," It announced, "the Boy Who Lived!!!" It was dated back to November of 81, She was wearing faded black denim pants, worn down and torn up, with large holes where her knees stuck out with her legs crossed, and her feet were covered in large black boots that honestly had too many buckles and straps that went up to just under her knee, just beyond the newspaper he sees a leather jacket hanging off her thin frame, much like his own.

"It's a safe bet to say that you're not wherever you had just left, but you're not really here either," she says before turning a page in the paper, and Harry catches a glimpse of pale, bloodless skin, "Neither are you then, completely drop off that scale, to be honest, And now isn't really a term I'd use here either," she says as she uncrosses her legs and crossing them again on the rotting old wooden bench that sits under the weathered and aged lamp post with a dimming light that wasn't there a moment ago when he looked around.

"Who the hell are you?" Harry asks the person sitting on anything with color in this place.

"Ah!, now that's the much funner metaphysical question," the voice says, as she lets the top half of the newspaper fall forward folding onto itself, Harry is ensnared by them in an instant, her bloodless, pale, black-painted lips bend in a smirk, as she looks at Him with fathomless black eyes.


that's all, some of those scenes are gonna be so fun to write, I can't wait for that last one.

As you can tell, Fleur is a bit more dangerous than her cannon counterpart, I was thinking about changing her from a quarter Veela to a half Veela based on the myths, one part hunter of Artemis, one part Valkyrie, a small dash of Fae and a whole lot of trouble. all the champions would basically become much more dangerous in the end, or else Harry wouldn't have any true challengers, the second task would change too.

then we have Scáthach return to Dún Scáith, which honestly I spelled out, for the most part, that would be an exciting year, because as one could guess, Scáthach would take no one's shit and remind the islands why they once venerated the Gods.

the 6th year will be less action pact more Harry fighting his own demons that pop up again.

oh, it's that last scene I look forward to the most, so many of you edge on understanding but don't quite grasp it after I laid down everything you need to puzzle it out.