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Name: Dev Black's Empire
"I am Talking."
'I am Thinking'
Spells
"French"
Fame is a fickle friend Harry,
Celebrity is as celebrity does...
~Gilderoy Lockhart
(Character from HP Series)
INNOVATOR
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter 4: Twisting Champions~~
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"ALANDALE POTTER!" Dumbledore announced, shaking his head as he searched the great hall for the younger Potter boy who was currently sitting at the Gryffindor table with his two best friends.
Harry's eyes widened and he looked around for his younger brother who was currently sitting on the other side of the great hall among a sea of red and gold. At first he wondered if by chance Dumbledore had announced the wrong name because the headmaster was looking at him moments ago.
But then the innovator remembered all of the times when his younger brother had gotten himself into trouble due to either his own mistakes or those of his two best friends, all those year end mischief and what not came to the fore-front of his mind and he was quite surprised to note that Harry was the one who had to save the brat's ass every single time.
This time too, it seems Harry will have to be the one who will have to help his bratty little brother so that he could crawl out of this sticky mess he had somehow gotten himself in.
Alandale Potter stood up from his seat at the Gryffindor table, shock evident on his face when he noticed that every single person was looking at him with wide eyes, the teachers, students from other schools, people from ministry, the news reporters, in fact the entirety of Hogwarts was looking at him with eyes the size of saucers.
"Al-Alan?" Hermione called from beside him which shook the boy and brought him back to his senses, trying to measure the consequences of this moment and how much he'll have to suffer or how much he would be able to enjoy later.
"Mr Potter, proceed to the antechamber." Dumbledore's voice rang throughout the walls of the great hall crashing almost everyone's shock as they came to the same conclusion.
That an underaged boy was selected to be a champion, and he was now going to the antechamber where the rest of the champions will be told about the tournament.
Alan slowly moved towards the door that was beside the great hall and was leading towards the antechamber. He didn't even notice the jealousy, anger, and all the other negative emotions that were rolling off of everyone in the great hall.
Harry noted that there were three people that were really angry with the boy-who-lived right now.
First one, was none other than the Boy-who-lived's best mate who was right now glaring at his empty plate all the while clenching his fist. Harry was sure that the boy was probably going to pester Alan and that his little brother will have to give-up on one of his friends today.
The second person Harry saw absolutely glaring at the door was Gryffindor House's senior most Quidditch Player Angelina Johnson. Well, Harry could pity her, she had tried her level best for Gryffindor for all these years and this year she would've been declared the captain of the Quidditch team because the former captain passed out last year.
The opportunity was taken from her and all she got as a consolation was the triwizard tournament, in which she can't participate because she wasn't selected and yet a brat three years younger from her own house was going to become the champion no. Yes, not a good thing to happen at all.
Unsurprisingly, the third person that was really angry with the youngest Potter was none other than the Potions Master Severus Snape.
Well, he was always angry but Harry could almost hear the greasy professor's thoughts about the boy. It would most likely be going to be along the lines of 'You Potters are always a nuisance to be around' and 'You are arrogant, just like your father who didn't know what he was going to do'.
Ah well, Harry couldn't care less about what his younger brother went through. It would probably wake that brat up to the reality that nothing ever happened in this accursed world like one wished.
Alan would most likely die in the first few hours if he had to face the real world and that was being generous considering his intelligence and common sense or lack thereof.
The great hall broke into innumerous shouts once Alan had closed the door behind him. It started as a buzz and within moments evolved into the shouting match that the great hall was right now.
Every person was shouting, the students were blaming Alan, the teachers were worried for him. Dumbledore was busy answering Amelia Bones, Madam Maxime, and Karkaroff all at once.
The reporters were writing furiously for their newspapers while the politicians and students were fighting amongst themselves trying to find the correct method that could've fooled the goblet.
Most violent of them all were the sweet and caring Hufflepuffs. Professor Sprout was muttering curses that was making Professor Flitwick red as he had never heard such a colourful language from one of his sweetest colleagues. Hufflepuff house as one was of course cursing the Boy-who-lived.
"Harry?"
"Mhmm?"
"Are you going to do something?" Blaise asked his best friend who was sitting next to him and reading a small book on Arithmancy. He was sure that the guy was fully aware of everything that was going around, yet it was surprising that he wasn't saying a single thing to anyone and no ne was bothering him.
Well, no one bothering him was kind of a given thing. What with how he had treated everyone in their house and all the other houses as well as how Harry had treated his own brother.
Blaise knew that everyone was rather scared of Harry Potter now and were hesitant in bringing Harry's name along with his brother's. Especially since the time that Harry had made it completely clear that he was not at all on friendly terms with his brother.
"What do you mean? Should I do something?" Harry asked while reading the number theory of one of the most popular prime numbers, 1729, that was described by an Indian mathematical genius Srinivasa Ramanujan and was now known as the Hardy-Ramanujan number.
"You have to do something regarding Alan, Harry. I mean I know that the boy isn't a good brother and that he might not appreciate your help. Still the boy is your brother, your blood. I mean, I know that you two don't talk with each other and that Alan needs to mind his manners and what not." Blaise was trying to find words that would help him in this situation.
Harry gave a small sigh and looked towards his Ravenclaw friend "Okay and what do you think I should do? Stand up for him? Make everyone believe that Alandale does not have enough brain cells to outwit the Goblet of Fire or remind them that they were stupid enough to completely ignore the boy's past year performances and were giving him way too much credit for something that he couldn't do even in his wildest dreams?"
Blaise was about to respond when another voice cut-in their conversation "But you can, right?"
Both the boys turned to look at the seventh year Ravenclaw that was sitting just a few seats away from them "What did you say Davies?" Harry asked him and frowned at the boy who completely ignored the innovator's reaction and instead carried on with his explanation.
"I said that maybe you're right, that Alandale Potter is indeed dumb and could never put his name in the Goblet of Fire. But everyone knows that there is another Potter." Davis smirked as he looked at Harry, mistakenly taking the boy's frown to be that of confusion instead of anger.
"You, Harry Potter. And everyone knows that you are the sharpest tool in the shed. The genius Potter who could solve any problem and who invents new things every other month. I am damn sure that finding a way around Dumbledore's age line wouldn't even make you sweat." Everyone was listening to Davies which gave the boy a boost of confidence.
Harry was now openly glaring at the boy as he could clearly see what the boy was trying to do here. The Ravenclaw Quidditch captain was taking their own rivalry to new lengths by bringing his name in all of this hogwash.
It was indeed true that Harry could easily find his way around Dumbledore's stupid age limit. Hell he had already found about five solid ways through which the age limit could easily be breached and underage witches and wizards could put their names in the Goblet.
But that didn't mean that he was the one who did it or would ever do it for anyone much less his own brother that was more like a bloody fool in his eyes than a relative.
"Be careful Davies, I don't like the way you're saying this because it seems that you're intentionally implying something which I haven't and wouldn't do, for anyone." Harry said, looking at the boy and his friends.
"Why not Potter? Dumbledore announced that this tournament was closed because of its high death toll and the entirety of Hogwarts knows that you and your brother are not on good terms. What better way to get rid of your brother without eve-AACCHHHKK..URGGHLLGH!" Davies stopped his rant as something constricted his windpipe, there wasn't any physical contract but it was clear to anyone who was looking that there was indeed something that was choking the elder Ravenclaw that was forcing the boy to turn a sickly shade of red, which with time was slowly turning to purple.
"You can cry all you want Davies, you can cry to your friends who are spitting at you behind your back, your parents who want to disown you, your teachers who want to expel you. You can cry all you want to anyone who is unfortunate enough to listen to you." Harry said, pointing his wand towards the boy and pushing more magic in it.
"But never ever try to call me a kinslayer. If I ever hear you saying that I'd stoop so low as to kill my own brother through these uselessly stupid tactics that your addled brain came up with….I will make you pay for it and no one here will be able to save you. Mark my words." with that Harry released his hold on the boy's throat who immediately started taking huge gulps of fresh oxygen, his face also started to regain its original colour which was an ugly shade of purple just a few moments ago.
Everyone at the table was watching the interaction with saucer wide eyes, they knew that the elder Potter was always on the opposite end of his House's Quidditch captain but this? It wasn't natural.
This was barbaric, savage and idiotic. To threaten a boy two years his senior and was also commanding ten other members, this might not end well for any regular boy. But then, Harry wasn't a regular guy either.
"Ha-Harry Potter Sir?"
Everyone at the Ravenclaw table looked at the small squeaky voice that came behind Harry. There was a small elf dressed in a large pillowcase, wringing his hands together and watching Harry with fearful and nervous eyes.
"Yes?"
"Professo' Alby bes calling you in antechamber." The elf said looking towards the antechamber. Harry frowned at that, still he nodded and moved towards the antechamber after giving one last glare at the still gasping form of one Roger Davies.
Daphne looked at Harry's retreating back, the boy seemed quite angry and she didn't know why. She was sure that he was also the reason why everyone was surrounding the Davies boy and was looking fearfully towards Harry's retreating form.
She didn't know what her future husband had done and that's why she wanted to know. She had to know. Why? Well, duh. Because it was about 'her' Harry.
The ice queen looked towards her trusted comrade who blinked owlishly at her, "Try to get to your sources and find out what exactly happened at the Ravenclaw table to make him so angry."
Tracey opened her mouth in an 'O' as she understood before nodding her head furiously, "I'll get on it tonight, you'll know everything by tomorrow morning."
Daphne nodded her head and then looked towards the now extinguished Goblet of Fire. There were a few teachers on the table that were either discussing the events that had happened in the past fifteen minutes or were trying to calm the students.
Dumbledore, McGonagall, and other heads of house, along with the ministry employees had already gone to the antechamber, probably to figure out how in Merlin's name Alandale Potter's name came out of the Goblet as the Fourth Champion.
Though Daphne was pretty sure that right now, the 'responsible' adults in the antechamber were most probably bickering like children. She imagined Dumbledore running towards the younger Potter screaming 'ALAN! DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE?!'
Funny thing was that the headmaster was usually calm and should or would ask this in a calm way, that's why imagining him like a ravaging old bull running towards an already scared boy was making her laugh. Like who in their right minds would ever do that, right? Right.
Daphne then looked towards the other corner of their house table and saw Draco Malfoy glaring at the door which led them to the antechamber. She could almost hear that guy's thoughts of 'How did Potter get his name in that Goblet?' or 'What will father say?'
Daphne was sure that Malfoy would most likely milk this opportunity to intensify his bullying of his self-proclaimed rival 'Well, it will be interesting to watch and at least this year won't be boring…'
Harry woke up the next day, only to find his friend in his living room, sleeping on the couch, one of his legs was on the floor, and he was having a sheet over him.
"Dobby?" There was a soft 'POP' as the elf stood beside Harry and greeted the boy as well as gave him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
"What is that lump doing over there?" Harry asked as he took a small sip.
Dobby looked towards the said lump and laughed a bit "Master Blaise came here last night when Master Potter was in his workroom, he was a wee bit worried for Master's health as Master Potter was quite angry last night. Dobby asked Master Blaise if he should call the great master Harry Potter but Master Blaise denied saying 'Right now, Harry needs to work to focus his anger and energy on something else'."
Harry nodded and told the elf to return back to his work before moving towards the sleeping form of his friend and flicking his forehead.
"Blaise. Wake up."
Blaise woke up with a groan and rubbed his eyes to remove the crust from his eyes as he looked around the room he was in before last night's memories crashed on him and he remembered what he had come to ask in the first place.
"What happened in that antechamber Harry? Why did they call you?" Blaise asked as he moved to the side of the couch so that Harry could sit on one end.
"Nothing much, Karakaroff had said something about this being a ploy of the Potter brothers to make their name. Dumbledore had denied it of course, because he knew I would never do something like this when I could've simply agreed when he was begging me to join the tournament."
"Wait! Professor Dumbledore was begging you to enter this tournament? Like legally?" Blaise asked, shock clearly etched on his face.
Harry just shrugged "Not outright groveling, but yeah, repeated requests, consider it as borderline begging." He said, taking a sip from the juice.
"Anyways, the gist is, I have to find out what happened with the goblet and if possible find the culprit, which I really don't want to as it will only increase my workload. While the brat will remain as the fourth champion and represent Hogwarts."
"WHAT?! That's preposterous! Why do you have to play the auror while that good for nothing braggart gets to enjoy all the benefits of being a champion?"
Harry smirked at Blaise's anger as he leaned back on the couch "I am the most capable person who could do it other than the headmaster and well he's kinda busy. Also, you really think that Potter junior will have 'fun'?"
Harry saw Blaise's confused expression and smirked "The students of Hogwarts are angry with him, I wouldn't be surprised if they started betting on how soon he'd lose or be killed, then add the fact that he's not really good with people other than his two friends and you've got the perfect atmosphere for torture, especially with Professor Sprout, didn't know she had a mean streak."
Blaise laughed at that before looking towards his best friend "Wait, are you okay with people betting on your brother's death?"
Harry thought for sometime before shrugging "I have always saved his ass because it's my duty to save it till I can. Doesn't mean I'll stop people from betting on stupid things, hell I might make some galleons myself with this betting thing going on." He said and the two boys laughed again.
"Well, you did save him every year when that brat somehow ended up in a sticky situation every time at year's-"
"Let's not talk about it, Zabini; you know I don't want to." Harry muttered as he finished his orange juice and got up from the couch "Now, off you go, we still have classes today."
Blaise nodded and left the VIP suite through the portrait hole.
"Master Greengrass Sir?"
Lord Greengrass looked up from the report he was reading, it was from one of his businesses that had been doing rather well lately. He was actually doing this as a side project, which was to help a certain young friend of his that was still studying in Hogwarts and was currently in his fifth year.
"Yes Maisy?"
"Maisy be bringing the book Masters asked, where should Maisy be keeping it?"
Lord Greengrass took the book from Maisy's thin hands and placed it on his desk. He knew he would read it after he had finished off this paper-work. The elf vanished with an almost silent 'POP'
Cygnus Greengrass still remembered the day he had first met the intriguing brother of the famed Boy-who-lived. Of course, back then he didn't know that the boy who was selling ice-cream was related to that pompous brat, but..well yeah.
Harry Potter had been a fairly interesting boy to meet, he was like someone who you could meet once, just once. And yet you'd want to meet him again and again and of course again.
The first time in Florean Fortesque's shop was an accidental meet-up, after that he had seen the boy working in most of the shops in Diagon Alley, doing everything from menial jobs like cleaning the shop with a mop to designing new things.
Cygnus knew that the boy would one day be a brilliant guy and he'd definitely be successful. One thing that he didn't know was the boy's last name, he had tried asking about him in the alley and none of the shopkeepers knew it. They just knew him as Harry or Little Harry.
Therefore, it was quite a surprise when his daughter wrote her first letter from Hogwarts detailing her trip and everything, but most of all, about Harry 'Potter', who happened to be the same boy that had served her ice-cream.
What was even more surprising was the fact that Harry Potter was not your everyday guy, he wasn't even a 'loser-with-nothing-but-his-name' like the boy-who-lived was spewing in the newspapers back then. Why?
Because as soon as Harry reached Hogwarts and got access to the Library, a bunch of helpful teachers and a few older students who were actually ready to help him.
Well, the boy merged his practical experience from the Diagon and muggle world with his theoretical geniusness and started creating brilliant things.
The boy wasn't inventing new things, mostly what Harry Potter did was improving old things so well that people almost forgot about the previous version of said things and saw the utility of the improved versions really fast.
The things that the boy was bringing were well thought out and worked well with the Wizarding population's love for laziness. Some of the things he brought were quite useful for everyone like:
1. The Hundred Pocket Scholar's satchel.
2. The ever flame.
3. Self reading charm.
4. Infinity Quills, although he did introduce fountain pens after that. Still Infinity quills were appreciated a lot more.
A few things were more useable for specific population and were made with the fact that they were to be used only by the targeted population, like:
1. The Money cards for members of rich houses.
2. Cash Counters for shopkeepers.
3. Mail checks for aurors and most of the ministry workers.
But there were some things that he had created, which were used by a huge number of people and were almost considered revolutionary, they were:
mail boxes, used by almost everyone in the wizarding world that could buy them, were faster, more secure and more private for everyone who used them.
2. The fashion line called 'En-lightning' which was sponsored and released by Madam Malkins, it had completely changed the fashion sese of wizarding Britain and was considered to be a giant leap after hundred years.
Other than that there were a few small things that were created by Harry Potter that although famous, were just for fun and weren't that popular, the ice-cream that Lord Greengrass' daughters loved were among those things.
But every once in a while, there was something that could be considered a milestone discovery. Something that completely revolutionised everything throughout the whole goddamn world. Something that would almost topple the world economy and would force many brilliant minds to submission.
Something like the wheel, or fire, or Newton's Laws of Motion and Gravitation or Darwin's Theory of Evolution and survival of the fittest. These were discoveries that had changed the course of evolution and brought about wide scale change in the world.
Creation of these things could easily topple the statistical genius chart and place the creator at the top of all the magazines, newspapers, guids and almost every relevant place. Harry Potter had done that and that was the thing that had given him the title of 'Innovator: The most brilliant mind in half a millenia'
This was the thing for which Harry Potter and his 'agent' had knocked on Lord Cygnus Greengrass' door for the first time.
And boy was Cygnus happy that the boy had chosen him for such a lucrative deal. He had taken no time in reading the papers and signing the deal all those years ago in this very same study of Greengrass Manor.
Cygnus looked up at the wall behind his chair and smiled. There it was, a framed newspaper cutting which had the article regarding Harry Potter's 'Marvelous' invention on its front page.
!Harry Potter gives another boon to the Magical World!
~Avo Forger
Yes yes yes! My dear readers, you read that right. Harry Potter, the youngest inventor who, with his inventions has helped a wide range of population, has created one of the best life-giving potions that could restore your eye-sight.
Any person, who has spectacles, has poor eyesight or lost their eyesight due to any kind of disease or disorder can get their perfectly normal eyesight back with the help of this potion.
Not only that, the Potion even works on people who have almost lost their eyesight. Therefore, people who have lost their eyesight due to old-age or due to some magical illness like the Dragon pox.
There isn't any need for spectacles or monocles anymore and anyone with magical or mundane illness can get a completely perfect vision as long as they have their eyes and there isn't any severe damage to the eye.
Unfortunately, since Harry Potter is still in Hogwarts and isn't interested in giving a personal interview, we at the prophet contacted his agent and his prime benefactor to get more knowledge on this latest invention of our youngest 'Innovator'.
"I think this is one of the best things that has happened to Wizard-kind, after Quidditch and pranks of course (laughs). Jokes aside, I absolutely believe that this single invention of Harry's was what the healthcare system needed.
Everyone knows that eyes are one of the most important parts and the blessing of vision was, is and will be cherished by humanity till it ends. Therefore, to bring back vision, is like giving hope to someone who has completely lost it.
I am absolutely proud of my godson and really think that James and Lily, wherever they are, are proud of him too as well as give their full love and support to the brilliant kid. I just wish he was more out-going, I really want to spoil my godson and teach him that there are 'other' things (Most likely, pranks) to do besides studying and creating mind-boggling, world changing revolutionary artefacts."
Lord Sirius Orion Black
Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black
(Harry Potter's public agent)
"I am proud of the fact that I was able to help for such a noble cause. I mean, can you imagine the extent of its usage? All the aurors, hitwizards, potioneers and many others who have unfortunately lost their eyesight due to some accidental mishap.
This will be like a boon to everyone who has any kind of eye issue anywhere in the whole world. We have already started up with the production centers in almost all the Greengrass Potions factories around the world.
I am delighted to be part of this revolution and I urge my fellow members in Wizengamot as well as my fellow countrymen to accept this boon given to us by Harry Potter with open arms. Because this is all for the wellness of Britain."
Lord Cygnus Gerald Greengrass
Lord of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Greengrass
On asking a few more questions, both the Lords have confirmed that the live experiments on the fifteen wizards were actually successful with zero morbidity or mortality cases among them.
This is actually a boon for everyone and I for one, would urge my readers as well as citizens of Great Britain to be part of the journey and welcome these changes with open arms, for the world we knew is finally changing for the better under the guidance of a thirteen year old boy named 'Harry James Potter'.
The product has been released under the name: The Eye of Horus, its contents and procedure is currently a closely guarded secret though. The healers at Saint Mungos are being trained on how to apply this potion correctly to attain best results.
Surprisingly enough, there were still a few people who were not happy with Heir Potter's revolutionary innovation; they sent their comments via mail. We at Daily Prophet have completely ignored the mails because they are nothing more than false accusations and we pride ourselves in publishing only what's absolute truth, not baseless accusations and lies.
For more information on The Eye of Horus…. Pg: 4
For more information on Harry Potter and his innovations till date…. Pg: 5-6
For more information on the experiment that was done… Pg: 7
Lord Greengrass smiled at that article once more before picking up his Infinity Quill and started filling the paper-work while dreaming about the times he'd be able to share another Harry Potter discovery with the world.
Afterall, it was indeed a profitable venture for him and his family to support the Potter heir in successfully starting 'Potter Industries'.
Harry was returning from his Arithmancy class alongside Blaise when he saw some form of commotion near the school yard.
"A moment please." Harry said to Blaise as he moved towards the open yard and saw a guy giving other Hogwarts students a few badges. He moved towards the boy and looked at the badge with a small frown.
"What's this Smith?"
The blonde puff, looked towards the stoic boy and pushed a badge in the boy's open hand "Here Potter, put this on your uniform, Malfoy has been giving these for free, there are a few more badges before the box is emptied."
Harry looked at the yellow coloured badge with Diggory's face on it saying 'Support Cedric Diggory - The real Hogwarts Champion' "No one is wearing it though."
Smith nodded as he gave another one the same badge. "Well, we are going to support Cedric by wearing this together tomorrow. Also-" Smith pointed his wand at the badge in Harry's hand and flicked it.
Harry saw the colours in the badge swirl before becoming an ugly shade of green, Alandale's face was on the badge and the words had changed from 'Support Cedric Diggory- The Real Hogwarts Champion' to 'Potter Stinks'
"This is a hidden part that will be displayed once everyone wears their badges, don't tell it to anyone yet. This is done to show that we are standing against Potter and we don't support the cheater." Smith then flicked his wand again and returned to distributing the badges.
The bonde hufflepuff completely missed how the Potter heir's eyes had darkened when he read the two words 'Potter Stinks'. Still, Harry gave a small grin as he pushed the badge in his outer robe pocket and returned to the point where Blaise was waiting for him.
"Harry, what was all that about?"
"Nothing, let's go, just don't take the 'Support Cedric Diggory' badges that are being offered by Malfoy and his gang of like minded cheap toads."
Harry had said this with complete seriousness and was confused when his friend started laughing even though the boy was nodding his head in agreement, what made it even more funnier for Blaise was the fact that the genius boy wasn't even trying to be funny here.
Rest of the day was like usual and soon enough it was time to retire to their dorms. Harry chose this time to return to his own room that had been cleaned by his faithful elf.
The boy then closed the door behind him and moved towards his work table. He cleared it all with a simple wave of his wand before placing the badge on it.
The badge was still Yellow with Diggory's face on it and 'Support Cedric Diggory' written on it.
Harry didn't have a problem with that, hell he didn't support any champion but if it was ever asked from him then he'd definitely choose the stronger contestant.
And when you have a dumb, pompous, arrogant, barely passing fourth year boy with below average scores and absolutely no talent except being good at Quidditch and getting above average marks in DADA Practicals on one hand.
While a hardworking seventh year student with six Os in OWLs and was one of the top three in his batch as well as being exceptional at Quidditch and ECAs.
Well, the choice was obvious wasn't it?
This was what had troubled Harry the most. He had to praise Malfoy for coming up with such a brilliant charm. But the problem was not with the charm. Problem was with the words.
Harry snapped his fingers as he pushed a bit of his magic in the badge and it did the same thing again. The colours swirled a bit before turning an ugly shade of green with the youngest Potter's face on it along with the words 'Potter Stinks' over it.
This was the problem. Malfoy, in a bout of genius-ness, found a way to bully his rival, what the blonde haired peacock forgot was the fact that instead of using Alandle Potter's complete name, he had used just the Surname.
Which also happened to be the surname of a certain fifth year Innovator as well as the name of a family that was almost two thousand years old.
A family that had brave soldiers, artisans, warlocks, craftsmen, Mages and of course businessmen. A family that had been one of the founding families of Great Britain and had been modelling the nation, supporting it in war times, going as far as to reduce their numbers to a mere two, both of which were teenage students and one was a complete failure.
Harry wasn't angry at Malfoy, no angry was a small word to depict the wide range of emotions that he was feeling in regards to the blonde brat. The boy had, in a bout of petty rivalry, defamed one of the Most Ancient and Most Noble houses of the world.
Malfoy had straightaway spat on Harry's ancestors as well as the boy with just this small prank. And this was not something to be taken lightly. Harry knew that if it was done by someone who was legally an adult in the eyes of law then he would have simply sued the person and their family.
But considering the fact that the current minister for magic was basically a Malfoy family puppet as well as the fact that this will be discarded as a harmless prank, Harry knew that the law method would simply end up being too time consuming and useless in the long run.
Therefore Harry decided to counterfire this childish prank with a prank of his own. He knew that he could simply grab the boy and beat him to a pulp. He had done that before and had made it completely clear to that brat, that he was heads and shoulders above Malfoy and that whatever the brat did could never in seven hells harm him in any way whatsoever.
But, right now he was feeling a bit more vindictive. He needed to do something that would remind the boy who he was targeting, even if it was accidental. Something that would tell the boy his blunder everytime he thought about doing something idiotic again.
Harry pulled out his rune carving kit and set to work on that badge. It was time to teach a certain brat some good lessons.
Ending Note: And there you have it fellas, fourth chapter of INNOVATOR. Do tell me if you like it or if something was missing, I am waiting.
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