I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFICTION. ALL RIGHT GO TO J.K. ROWLING
This chapter is dedicated to Dame Maggie Smith, who sadly passed away recently, she was an excellent actress and made Professor McGonagall one of my favorite characters in Harry Potter. She will be sorely missed and my thoughts are with her friends and family.
Harry opened his eyes as the bright light from the sun beamed through the window. He didn't have his glasses on but even he could tell he was somewhere unfamiliar.
His entire body ached, and he tried to move his arms to sit himself up, but his arms didn't have the strength. He looked over to the side of where he was, wincing in pain as his side contorted.
He tried to reach out towards the cabinet, at least that's what he thought it was, he couldn't really tell, but his arms gave up halfway through.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, I see you have woken up."
RELIEF
That was odd, he couldn't even see her, yet he knew she was glad he was awake again, how did he know that?
Harry looked over to where the voice sounded from, it sounded female, but Harry could hardly move his body to look at the source to check.
"Glasses," Harry tried to say but even Harry was surprised at how raspy his voice sounded.
The woman came over and put the glasses onto Harry's face, an action he was glad no one else saw, he didn't like having to rely on someone else to be able to do something as vital as seeing.
He looked around; he was in the hospital wing. That made sense, the last thing he remembered was magically exhausting himself. That must make the woman Madam Pomfrey, the matron of the wing. "Thanks," he tried to say but he doubted she could hear him.
The woman also conjured a glass and filled it with water for Harry to drink, which he did so slowly as it felt like acid flowing down his throat.
"I'm glad you are awake again; you gave us quite a fright."
"What happened?" Harry croaked; the rasp not quite gone.
"I think I can answer that one Mr. Potter," A gentle voice came from the entrance, it was Dumbledore, followed closely by Professors McGonagall and Snape. "I must say Mr. Potter, I did ask you not to magically exhaust yourself, but it does show that sometimes we must all eat our own words as without your timely intervention I doubt Miss. Granger would be walking among us as she currently is. You did her and the school a great favour my boy," Dumbledore's eyes seemed to light up as he complimented Harry.
Harry just nodded, he didn't know what to say to the praise, he still wasn't used to it yet. Surely he didn't deserve such high praise, he just did what most people would do.
"Although I do have one question," Harry looked up at Dumbledore, "Why were you not at the Halloween feast, it is an important part of the year?"
"Um, well… it…" Harry took a deep breath, "Ten years ago, Halloween was the last day I had in the magical world before I was shipped off to the muggles, and the day that mum died."
Professor McGonagall's face softened significantly, and Dumbledore gave a brilliant smile. "Completely understandable my boy, however next time please tell a member of staff or a prefect in case of an emergency like this again."
CONCERN
There it was again, how did Harry know the emotion of the Headmaster, he looked up to see the smile Dumbledore gave him was gone, and he was frowning. "Can I see your scar please Harry?"
"Of course," Harry said as he tried to lift his arm but gave up so just turned it instead. He looked at his scar, which had once again grown significantly. It now reached halfway down onto his forearm as it spread onto the back of his hand.
Dumbledore was staring intently at it, "Hmm, well as expected it seems to have grown, but it doesn't seem to have affected you in any way…"
LIE
"…But we will still need to keep an eye on it." Dumbledore looked up at Harry and smiled once again. His eyes sparkled like stars in the sky, but it did nothing to ease Harry who now knew the scar had affected him. He didn't know how he knew but the Headmaster was lying to him.
Harry just nodded his head, not trusting himself to not show his own concern at what happened.
"How… How long was I unconscious for?" Harry asked nervously, he hoped it hadn't been too long, he didn't want his friends to forget him.
"Not too long, it is currently Monday 4th November, so you were out for four days." Dumbledore said.
That was better than last time, but he didn't remember the ache from extensive magical exhaustion last time, that was odd.
"I'm sure you will catch up with the 2 days you have missed Mr. Potter, I know for a fact you were already working on Transfigurations that we reach after Christmas," Professor McGonagall said with a smile.
Snape just kept a passive face, not displaying any outwards emotion, which seemed quite common when it came to any issue with Harry.
"Now then my boy, I believe for such heroic actions deserve a reward, so 30 points to Slytherin and an award for services to the school."
PRIDE
The same emotion bloomed within Harry, "Thank you sir, but I just did what anyone would do." Harry didn't quite believe those words, people like the Dursleys would have just ran but Harry still liked to think that most would have tried to help. Harry also doubted Malfoy would have helped, he seemed quite cowardly underneath his lavish exterior.
Dumbledore smiled gently, "Ah, the optimism of youth, you're yet to be jaded by life and I hope you can inspire people to be as brave as you have been."
HOPE
Harry doubted whether his influence could be that significant but was glad that the Professor seemed to believe in him, he was still trying to work out how he could tell his emotions.
"Thank you sir," Harry said once again.
"Now, I believe Professor Snape would like a word with you, I will leave you in his capable hands my boy," Dumbledore said as he left the Hospital Wing, along with Professor McGonagall.
Harry looked up to see the blank face of his Potions Professor.
"Mr. Potter," he started, "That was an incredibly Gryffindor-ish action, not one that I would have done nor would I recommend any student to partake in."
DISAPPROVAL
Harry already didn't like the man, even if he didn't like Toby, Snape's treatment of him was unwarranted most of the time, and Neville was clearly terrified of the man and Snape seemed to revel in it, "I'm not going to apologise for saving the life of a student sir."
Snape frowned, "I was not asking you to, just warning you that such actions are dangerous and foolhardy, and rarely does it end as well as it has, so be thoughtful about your actions."
WARNING
"I will be sir." Harry vowed, he may not like the Professor, but he doubted the Professor wants to see him dead, his father and brother were a different matter however.
"Very well, your friends are waiting outside for you," That was all that he said before he left.
He looked up to the door and saw that Theo and Millie walked in, Granger was also there.
"I'm glad your up," Millie said, patting him on the shoulder. "Sorry," she muttered as Harry winced at the contact. Merlin even a light tap hurt him, why was he so fragile. He didn't like it.
Harry moved his eyes to Theo's, "Hey man, I just wanted to say sorry for ignoring you recently, and I'm glad you are awake, we missed you."
TRUTH
Harry was touched by the admission, and the fact that he knew it was true made it much better. He was still bitter about Theo not helping with Malfoy and his cronies, but they were going to be doing it a bit differently now, and he knew Theo would be valuable, "Thanks, I appreciate it," and Theo smiled in return.
"Um… I just wanted to… I wanted to say thank you."
GRATITUDE
Harry turned to face Granger, "Your welcome Granger,"
"Hermione, please. You saved my life," The last part was only slightly above a whisper.
"Hermione then, you can call me Harry," Hermione seemed to beam at the thought of being classed as a friend to Harry, he had sought her out, just to make sure she was okay, and then he saved her from a troll, who no doubt would have killed her.
"Harry then," Hermione said. Silence then reigned for a few seconds before Hermione burst into a fit of giggles, quickly followed by the other three.
Harry winced in pain, laughing was not good for him it turns out, "I'm expecting help in catching me up by the way," he said to Theo and Millie, but it was Hermione who spoke up.
"I would like that," she said. Harry wasn't going to turn that down, even he knew that Hermione was smart, if a bit of a know-it-all, maybe he could try help her get over her know-it-all-ness.
"Well, when I get out of here, we can arrange it," Harry smiled at her, which she returned.
"Anyways, we have classes we need to go to; see you later Harry." Theo said, Millie just nodded.
Harry looked around for his wand to cast a tempus, but he couldn't seem to find it, "Huh, do you know what time it is, also where's my wand?"
"Lunch time, and Madam Pomfrey probably has it, doesn't want you using magic," Millie supplied.
"Huh, well, thanks for seeing me guys, enjoy DADA," Harry said.
They flashed smiles before leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.
He was confused why he knew the emotions of the people speaking, it was odd, as if he was almost reading their minds. Maybe that was what the scar did. Was the scar now giving him abilities? He didn't want to ask people about it, Harry didn't know of any magic to read peoples minds, and he didn't want to get isolated because of it
Toby was shocked when he had heard the news, his brother, who had known about magic for less than 4 months, had fought a fully grown mountain troll. And won.
Toby wasn't sure he believed it, Harry couldn't be that powerful could he? Toby was the Boy-Who-Lived, shouldn't that make him more powerful, Toby didn't think he would be able to fight off a troll, but if Harry could, maybe Toby could as well.
What surprised Toby even more was that it was a Slytherin that rushed to a muggleborns rescue, Slytherins were all blood supremacists, they would never endanger themselves to save a muggleborn witch. And to do it in such a Gryffindor-ish fashion was unheard of. According to the Weasley twins, Professor McGonagall was fuming that Harry wasn't sorted into Gryffindor after his display.
Toby personally thought that she was angry at him, she had given him a very serious talking to for name calling Hermione like he had, she had also taken 50 points from her own house as well as telling his father, who was not happy to say the least. The worst part was that Toby couldn't really dispute it, Hermione could have died, and it would have been Toby's fault, well if Harry hadn't been there to save her.
That was another suspicious thing, why wasn't Harry at the feast? There were too many coincidences for Toby to believe Harry didn't have an ulterior motive, he was a Slytherin after all. He would have to warn Hermione.
Harry probably wanted to get Hermione to do all his homework or something, being a lazy snake like he was, that seemed more right, Hermione harped on about homework enough that Harry could trick her with his Slytherin tricks.
Yes, Harry must be manipulating Hermione to help him, like the slimy snake he was.
Hermione was gathering up her notes, Harry was now out of the Hospital Wing after 4 more days in it trying to recover, they had set up a study session to help Harry try and catch up. Hermione personally didn't think Harry would need any help, he seemed to be very competent at magic, unlike a certain other Potter.
When she found out she was a witch, Hermione had been ecstatic, she had bought as many books as possible, learnt as much as she could.
When she found out that Toby Potter, THE Boy-Who-Lived would not only be attending Hogwarts but would be in the same year as her, she was excited to meet him.
It was an underwhelming experience to say the least, Toby was arrogant, bossy and just not a pleasant person to be around.
He and his friends constantly made fun of her for her being intelligent and answering questions in classes, which was confusing to her, wasn't class participation a good thing?
After the most recent incident she had ran off, too embarrassed to face the rest of the school who had probably heard her verbal humiliation.
That was when she met the other Potter, whom she was told was 'dark' and 'a slimy snake' but she didn't see that. He was a Slytherin but even she could see the nasty looks he sent Malfoy, who Toby was resembling more and more in her opinion.
It was the other Potter, who was kind enough to empathise with her, to try and make her feel better and she apricated that. It was the other Potter who had fought a fully grown mountain troll for her. It was the other Potter that was brave enough to magically exhaust himself to the point of unconsciousness for the chance that she makes it to safety.
And she was very thankful for that, who knows what would have happened had he not been there. She preferred not to think about that outcome.
She walked into the Library where Harry was already seated with Theo Nott and Millicent Bulstrode, who Hermione didn't really see why Harry hung around with her, but who was she to judge his friends.
"Hermione, glad you came," Harry said with a smile.
"Granger," Nott said before returning to his book. Bulstrode just nodded to her.
"Thank you," She pulled up a seat to join them at the table, "Now, what subject do you want to go over first?" He had missed an entire week after all, that was quite a lot of work.
"Well, probably Potions and DADA first," Harry answered.
"Right, let's start there then," Hermione said, fishing out her notes on Potions.
Harry found that the month of November was speeding by; Theo had decided to be more open in his friendliness towards Harry, after Malfoy had berated Harry for saving Hermione's life. Theo had jumped to his defence, as had Millie. The prefects also told Malfoy to shut up due to the amount of points Harry got for it.
A few 2nd years were still pushing their luck, but Harry had a plan for them. The study group with Hermione was going better than Harry could have ever thought, they had studied all the class material until Christmas in all their subjects and were learning more and more every time. They now studied together almost every day, and Harry and Hermione were topping most classes, Theo not far behind and Millie comfortably in the top quarter in every class bar DADA.
Harry was making his way to the Library for another one of these groups when he passed two 2nd year Slytherins, Callum Gibbon and Adam Walker, those two had also been party of Malfoys entourage and seemed very blood purist.
"Did you see his face?" Gibbon asked, "He looked so shocked when we told him his place. I'm absolutely looking at that the next time I get a pensive."
EXCITEMENT
"Yeah, arrogant mudblood, he should know better than to make us look bad in front of the class, stupid teacher's pet I tell you," Walker replied, and Harry's blood boiled at the slur. He found it insulting to his mother, who was by all accounts a very powerful witch and easily worth ten of Walker and Gibbon combined.
Harry tried to keep his cool and keep walking however, it wouldn't be good to get back at them in the middle of a corridor.
"Oi!" Guess it didn't work, "Potter! Do you reckon your mum would be disappointed in you not defending a mudblood? I mean, she gave her life for you to do nothing, she must be ashamed of you."
MOCKING
They evidently knew of Harry's dislike of the word 'Mudblood' and were trying to get under his skin. The worst part was that it was working, he was very close to bursting but he knew he couldn't so he kept walking.
"Even his father must be ashamed, he did send him to live with filthy muggles, no less than you deserve though, isn't that right Potter?"
GLEE
That did it, the words along with knowing the emotion behind it triggered something within Harry and he spun around, flicking his wand into his hand and cast a Bodybind towards Gibbon.
He saw his eyes widen as the spell contacted, clearly, he hadn't expected Harry to turn so fast and it clearly ended poorly as his legs snapped together and he fall backwards.
"You'll pay for that Pot.." That was as far as Walker got before he was hit with a Bodybind as well. He had decided to threaten Harry, and, in that time, Harry had sent another curse.
"Now then," Harry said in a sickly-sweet voice, "Here's the deal, I leave you alone, you leave me alone? Oh, and I also don't want to hear you calling anyone a 'Mudblood,' understood?"
Harry saw a defiance gleam in their eyes, which was fine with him, "Anteoculatia duo," he cast and suddenly they were both sprouting antlers from their heads.
"You know, I think I might just leave you like this; you suit it," he quoted from Malfoy a few weeks ago.
He saw the realisation shine in their eyes, and Harry smirked at the irony, just as they had wanted to do to him, revenge was sweet.
He holstered his wand and walked off, checking the corridor for anyone, it was clear, and he made his way to the Library.
Hermione and Theo looked to be discussing the effects of Anjelica or some other magical plant, Harry didn't pay too much attention to that part of Snape's class.
Millie just seemed to be reading a History textbook, which was a regular occurrence for her.
"Hi Harry, what was your idea for today, you mentioned something about it yesterday?"
CURIOSTIY
Harry knew that Hermione would be interested, she always was about this sort of stuff.
"Well, we are quite far ahead in all our classes, and I think I want to look at some other forms of magic, like wards and ward-breaking," Harry immediately noticed both Theo and Millie's eyes widen as they caught on to what Harry was suggesting.
It was after Harry had been discharged from the Hospital Wing, Harry was walking with Millie back to the common room, he was still quite frail was very slow walking.
They approached the entrance, "Hemlock," Millie said, and they walked through the entrance, looking across the common room to see everyone looking back to them.
He saw a few older years nod towards him before promptly going back to their work.
"Oh look here, the Mudblood saviour decides to grace us with his presence," he heard a voice say, he could have guessed who it would be even if he hadn't heard seen the blonde ponce speak.
"Shut up Malfoy," Harry replied, too tired to deal with Malfoy at the moment.
"Or what, you'll kill me like you did the troll?" Malfoy scoffed, "Please, as if you actually killed the thing, you probably just stole credit from a Professor or something, you can't even beat me in a duel you wouldn't stand a chance against a troll."
JEALOUSY
Harry almost laughed, the fact that Malfoy was jealous of him was hilarious, he was opened his mouth to retort but someone beat him to it, "That's only because you need a constant escort, 2 versus 10 isn't very fair now is it Malfoy?"
Harry was shocked, Theo was standing up for him in open, maybe he had finally proved himself, or more likely Theo had realised that he had been unfair and would now stand next to him.
"Picking sides Nott?" Malfoy shot back.
"Yes, I am, do you have an issue with that?" Theo asked back, he had made his way over and was now standing at Harry's side.
"Well, if you want to associate with mudblood spawn be my guest, but I wonder what your father would say? Such a disgrace for a Nott."
ANGER
Theo just kept staring at him, Harry noticed his arm tense however, ready to draw his wand, but it wasn't necessary as Malfoy backed down.
"I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted," Harry said, "And Millie, thank you for helping me get back to the common room." Harry said sincerely, she had been patient with him whilst he was walking, and he was very appreciative of it.
Millie seemed to light up at the praise, "No problem."
Harry and Theo made their way back to their dorm, Harry looked around and saw Malfoy's trunk was at the bottom of his bed.
An idea stuck him; Harry made his way over to the trunk, and tried to open it, when he was suddenly hit by a bodybind curse, "Finite," Theo cast at Harry in midair.
Like a cat, Harry turned round and landed on his hands, avoiding the humiliation of landing on the floor like a slab, "What was that?" Harry half shouted.
"Malfoy has wards set up around his trunk so intruders can't get in, as we just saw."
"Wards? What are they?" Harry asked, he had never heard of wards and was wondering if he should add some of his own to his trunk.
"Wards are magical enchantments for protection, usually they use runes but some can be just cast, I don't know what wards Malfoy has used, but evidently they lashed out at you, I wouldn't do that again if I were you," Theo explained.
Harry nodded and headed to bed; he truly was tired as he almost instantly fell asleep when he got into his bed
"Isn't that… 4th year material?" Hermione asked, bringing Harry out of his memory.
"I don't know," Harry chirped, "Let's go find out," he said before heading into the rows of the library.
After ten minutes they had found a two books that seemed to fit what they wanted: 'The Basics of Wards and How to Identify Them' and 'A Wizards Guide to Warding.'
They sat down round one of the tables and started reading it, Harry and Theo reading 'A Wizards Guide' and Hermione and Millie reading 'The Basics of Wards.'
Harry found the book fascinating, he learnt some basic wards, such as Notice-Me-Nots, as well as an alert ward, that would tell Harry when someone was nearby. Both could be quite useful.
They were both cast with a wand and didn't require runes, which was a third-year subject that Harry didn't really fancy learning at the moment.
"Potter," Harry heard a voice say, it wasn't someone in the group as they all called him Harry. He looked up and saw Davis standing looking at them.
Harry smiled at her, he had no issue with Davis and so he would treat her with respect until she didn't deserve it, "May I help you Miss. Davis?"
She spoke in a pleasant voice, "I just came over to say, yourself and Miss. Granger here are topping almost every class-"
FEIGNED
Harry cut her off before she could continue, "Thank you for the compliment but flattery will get you nowhere, Millie and Theo are also very high up in the academic standings for your information, not just myself and Hermione. Something you should know if you planned on getting your way with flattery. Now please answer my question," Harry may have been polite, but it was clear that he was demanding Davis to answer the question
He saw Hermione's face light up at being complimented by Davis and then promptly scowling at Harry for telling her to stop. He knew Davis better than she did however, he knew the type of game she liked to play.
"Very well, you lot know what your doing, and I want to join this… this study group is it?"
SINCERE
She had dropped the nice voice and spoke plainly, and she spoke truth, she did want to join. Harry looked at the other three, trying to gauge their feelings.
Hermione was the easiest to tell, clearly wanting someone else to join, Millie also probably wanted Davis to join, Harry didn't know about Greengrass however.
Theo however, remained passive, not showing any emotion but it was clear he was also thinking over what Davis was saying.
"Well, I don't have a problem with it," Hermione said, smiling brightly at Davis, who returned it.
"Sure, you can join us, do you have your stuff?" Harry asked, he couldn't see any of her notes or work so was wondering where they were.
"I don't actually have my notes with me at the moment, I thought you were going to reject me so didn't bother bringing anything," Davis explained. "When are you next meeting?"
"This Saturday, just after lunch," Millie said, to which Davis nodded her head.
"Well, thank you and I will see you on Saturday then."
They all watched as Davis left the Library, "That was odd," Theo said.
"She was being sincere," Harry said, attracting some looks from the other three.
"And how could you possibly know that?" Hermione asked.
"Trust me, I know," was all the explanation that Harry offered.
It was the first Quidditch match of the year, and Harry was excited to see his team play, it was the first time he was watching a Quidditch match, and he was uncharacteristically excited.
"AND INTRODUCING," The announcers voice boomed throughout the stand, "THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM, STARTING WITH CAPTAIN AND KEEPER, WOOD." The Gryffindor side of the stand started cheering, "NEXT UP ARE THE BEATERS, WEASLEY AND WEASLEY," The cheering got even louder, "THE CHASERS, JOHNSON, SPINNET AND PLAYING IN HER FIRST MATCH, BELL!"
By the end of his speech, he could hardly hear the commentator over the cheers, it was an exciting experience. He had never been to a live sport before, the Dursleys refusing to take him to any that they went to.
"AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, THE YOUNGEST SEEKER IN A CENTURY, THE ONE, THE ONLY, TOBY POTTTTTERRR!"
The announcer dragged out his name, and the Gryffindors went berserk, how in Merlin's name they would be able to speak after this Harry didn't know, but there was something invigorating about the whole thing.
The sections for all the other houses were silent, they hadn't known that Toby would be playing, nor had Harry but he was too caught up in the experience to care. The entire feeling of adrenaline and excitement was thrilling.
"AND NOW, THE SLYTHERINS WITH THEIR CAPTAIN FLINT!" The silence that was previously around Harry was quickly a memory as a roar sweeped across the stands, Harry joining in.
"ALONG WITH KEEPER BLETCHLEY, THE BEATERS: MURK AND MACNAIR." The cheering was only getting louder, Harry's ears started ringing and he couldn't be happier, "JOINING THEIR CAPTAIN AS CHASERS WE HAVE PUCEY AND TRAVERS. AND FINALLY, WE HAVE HIGGS, PLAYING SEEKER!"
Harry had never experienced a noise so loud, and the feeling of togetherness felt great. People were celebrating these people so loudly and enthusiastically it was intoxicating, and the more Harry thought about it, the more he wanted to experience such a feeling. He wanted people cheering for him, he wanted to be praised and celebrated just like the players were.
Why Theo hadn't attended Harry didn't know, this was incredibly fun, and Harry wouldn't mind doing this every weekend. It was probably an experience that Harry would remember for a long time.
He watched down as the captains shook hands, and the game began.
Harry was enraptured by the fast pace of play, he was struggling to keep up with all the passes and bludgers, but something about it was so mesmerising, as if he could stare at it for hours.
He watched as Toby on his broom, and loathe as he is to admit it, he was good on a broom, very good actually. Even though he was only in first year he was clearly outclassing Higgs, who was a 5th year.
The match kept going for half an hour, Slytherin had scored 60 points, Gryffindor was only on 20, that was when Toby seemed to lose control of his broom, which didn't seem right. Toby was clearly a brilliant flier and to lose control of his broom isn't something that he would do. He watched his brother shake violently, as much as he disliked him, Harry didn't want to see his brother fall.
Harry's eyes caught on to something in his peripheral, he looked at it and saw that the Professors were toppled over and each other.
He barked out a laugh, forgetting about his brother's broom going wild, and tapped Millie on her shoulder to show her the scene, which Harry found very amusing. Millie evidently did too as he could hear her laughter over the cheers and chants.
When Harry turned his attention back to the match Toby seemed to be back on his broom and speeding towards the ground.
He saw his brother reach out his arm and his hand clasped around something and he pulled up at the last seconds, literally as Harry was willing to swear he saw Toby's feet scraping through the grass pitch.
"AND POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, 150 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR MEANING THE FINAL SCORE IS 170 POINTS TO 60 POINTS, BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME SLYTHERIN!"
The cheers from the Gryffindor section drowned out the commentator, and as much as Harry was disappointed that his house had lost, Harry found the joy from the other team infectious.
Harry and Millie left the main group to try and meet up with Theo, who was back in their dungeon classroom. As soon as they walked in Harry saw that Theo was making a potion, and he had a smile on his face.
"Hey guys, how was the match?" Theo asked, still not containing the smile on his face.
"Good, why are you so happy?" Millie inquired; it was almost as if Theo was bouncing on his feet.
"Well, we have been looking at breaking wards, so I thought I would make a little something for when we break those wards," he explained as he moved over to the cauldron, "I present to you, an incredibly potent, scentless and clear itching potion."
MALICE
Harry and Millie smirked, Malfoy wasn't going to know what hit him, he was going to regret messing with Harry and Millie, they would make sure of it.
Authors Note
I'm still alive, almost 2 weeks without an update but life happens, I don't know how often I will get to update the story, but I do plan on finishing it.
Anyways, I want to know what you think of Harry's new ability, as well as his plans. I'm trying to make him more slytherin-y and not just beat everyone in duels.
Theo is now defending Harry in the open, and Hermione is now friends with the 3 Slytherins.
The study group is also expanding with Tracey joining, will anyone else join, who know?
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and reviews are always welcome.
R.I.P Maggie Smith, you will be missed by all.
