I do not own Harry Potter, only any OC that may appear in my stories.

Hello guys, Badger here, I hope everyone is well. I'm doing better now. If anyone here has read my recent chapter of Rebirth will no I was not in a good place when writing, as my dog had a seizure of some kind which scared and worried me and my family. Don't worry, he's better now and is doing well. And now that he's okay, I'm in a better head space too.

Anyway, this chapter is also relatively short, in comparison to previous chapters as, like before, there isn't much to change from the original chapter, besides expanding on what was already written and adding a few more story scenarios. Honestly, considering most chapters of the original story was mostly dialogue and nothing else, it makes me wonder why I thought it was good and why people liked it.

No matter. Read on, enjoy and I'll see you at the end.

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Chapter 5

An Accident During Flying Lessons

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The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was sat in his office reading through various files and laws the people of the Wizarding World wanted to be enacted. Sometimes Cornelius hated being the Minister of Magic. Wizarding Britain has been on a downward spiral and has been since the end of the Wizarding War. Crime has been increasing year by year and the quality of their Auror recruits from the training program has been on a decline for years now, ever since some of their greatest Aurors such as Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody retired. And then there was the prejudice and bigotry in the country, and the Wizarding World as a whole. When Cornelius was elected Minister, he promised to tackle the prejudice that non Pure-Bloods and species that are classified as beasts face. However, it was easier said than done. Pure-Blood supremacy was at an all time high, due to the acts made by You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters.

Sometimes his job was more trouble than it was worth.

Cornelius Fudge looked up from his desk, when he heard the door to his office suddenly swing open and Amelia Bones entered. Cornelius couldn't help but notice the irate look on the Head of the DMLE's face. He had seen that look on her face a few times before and he shuddered to think of the poor soul to cause such a thing. He could only hope that another one of their Aurors haven't ended up in the Ministry infirmary, after receiving 'Mysterious burns' on their body. He sighed, as he put the file in his hands down and leant back on his chair.

"Amelia, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Cornelius asked, "I take it this isn't a social call?"

"Not at all Cornelius…" Amelia said, taking a breath to try and calm herself down, "However, I have been informed that Harry Potter has been suffering from child abuse, possibly for his whole life…"

"Harry Potter?" Cornelius asked, his eyes widening, "The Boy-Who-Lived…child abuse…are you serious?"

"Yes, I received this letter from my niece…" Amelia said, slamming the letter onto her desk, "Take a look for yourself…"

Cornelius picked up the letter and read through the contents. He was horrified by what he had read. That quickly turned into anger, as his grip on the parchment tightened. He then immediately stood up, slamming his hands on the desk, nearly knocking over his chair.

"Harry Potter of all people, subjected to child abuse?!" He said, enraged, "Amelia we can't allow this to go on!"

"I know, that's why I came to you, to see if we can arrange a trial!" "Amelia replied

"If you can get a a team arranged, then I'll arrange a trial…" Cornelius agreed, "After that's arranged, it will be up to you to apprehend them…"

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Harry was internally groaning inside, feeling like he was going to die from either boredom or a migraine, as he listened to Professor Quirrell teach Defence Against the Dark Arts. Or, at the very least, attempt to do so. Professor Quirrell might have been a brilliant wizard like people said he was. However, his constant stuttering was beginning to drive Harry insane. Every single sentence that came out of the man's mouth, took ten times longer than it would if they were being taught by anyone else. The man was a nervous wreck and jumped at anything, from the smallest noise to his own shadow. Harry couldn't help but question the sanity of whoever made the wise decision to make him the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. His constant stuttering and nervous shivering made Harry skeptical about the claims of Quirrell being the strong and intelligent people have claimed.

He had to resist rolling his eyes or hitting his head hard against the desk.

However, he definitely had better self control then James who was doing exactly that, banging his head against the desk in frustration, a bruise spreading across his forehead after each hit. It made Harry chuckle in amusement, before he felt his scar prickling slightly. Harry winced slightly, as he rubbed it gently. This wasn't the first time his scar has prickled, during the lesson, as if it was burning. For whatever reason, whenever Quirrell was in close proximity it caused his scar to burn a little. It was faint, but it was there. Whenever he rubbed it the feeling went away, making Harry think it was just a small headache from the Professors stuttering. However, when Quirrell then turned around to write something down on the blackboard, Harry felt his scar burn as if it had been set on fire making him hiss in pain. James then looked up, having heard him.

"You okay there Harry?" He asked, concerned

"Yeah…I think so…" Harry nodded, rubbing his scar gently, "My scar is just…burning a little…"

"That doesn't sound normal…" James replied, his eyes narrowing a little, "Are you sure it's fine?"

"Yeah, it's probably just nothing…" Harry said, shrugging, "It could just be a headache…"

"If it is, it's not entirely surprising…" James said, "Professor Quirrell's stuttering is grating on my nerves…why he was made the Defence Professor, I don't know…now, I don't condone murder, but if it will stop that bloody stutter of his, I can make an exception…"

Harry chuckled lightly, as he sat up straight once more in his seat. Choosing to ignore the prickling of his scar for now, as he turned his attention back to the lesson, as best as he could. If his scar kept burning, he could always go to the infirmary.

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As Quirrell taught the students, his hand itched for his wand. Being in close proximity of the Potter brat, tested the Professors patience and resolve. Bad enough he had to teach annoying brats every hour of the day, but having to teach them the boy who is responsible for the state of his Master was even worse. Sensing the man's thoughts, his Master had made the back of his skull once more, which was the only thing currently keeping Quirrell from murdering the boy and blowing his cover. Without it, he would've definitely killed Harry by now, with a quick Killing Curse. And then there was the brat's friend, James Badger. Quirrell didn't like the boy and felt like he should be taken care of. However, Quirrell's Master had already informed the man that James was off limits. Apparently, their new ally had already claimed the boy.

Quirrell wasn't sure what to think about his Masters newest ally. They had appeared from nowhere a few years ago and offered their loyalty to his Master. Quirrell had asked his Master a few times before, about their ally. However, each and every time Quirrell had been tortured for questioning things that was of no concern of his own. So now Quirrell kept his mouth shut regarding them.

No matter. As Quirrell turned away from the students, to write on the blackboards, he thought about his plans to restore his Master to his former glory. He had spent some time planning a way to keep the Hogwarts staff distracted long enough, for him to sneak on up to the third floors and search for the Philosophers Stone. After some planning, he believed he had a solid plan for a distraction. It was only a matter of smuggling his distraction into the castle itself, without alerting the Hogwarts staff and Dumbledore himself. But when he did and was able to acquire the Philosophers Stone, Wizarding Britain, and Potter, will soon fall.

All in good time.

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After their first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson was over, Harry and James made their way out alongside the rest of the students and made their way back to the Slytherin classroom. However, they had only made their way down the corridor, before they were stopped by two red headed boys who were identical in every way. The same hairstyle, the same nose shape, the same eye colour, same height, same everything. Even their freckles were in the exact same places, and they were both sporting identical toothy grins.

"Ah, look, just who we were looking for…" The one on the left said

"How are you doing James?" The one on the right added

"Fred, George, I'm perfectly well thank you…" James greeted, before he turned to Harry, "Harry, let me introduce you to the famous Weasley Twins, Fred and George…I'm sure you remember me telling you about them…"

"Yeah, I remember…" Harry nodded, with a small smile, "Nice to meet you both…"

"Ah, nice to meet you as well, Harry Potter…" The Twins said in unison, bowing in sync, "Two legendary and handsome twins at your service…"

Harry's smile grew, as he watched the two, whilst James rolled his eyes at their antics. Harry liked the Twins already. As the Twins stood up straight once more, the two of them shared a smile before pulling out a box which they offered to Harry.

"Fancy one of our sweets?" Fred asked, where they opened the box to reveal an assortment of sweets and chocolates, varying in different shapes, sizes and colours

"I wouldn't bother you two…" James rolled his eyes, as he closed the box, "I've already warned him to not eat whatever sweets the two of you may offer him"

"Oh, why would you do that?" Fred asked, feigning disappointment

"Yeah, come on James…" George added, as he put the box away, "You always spoil our fun…"

"My heart bleeds…" James rolled his eyes, before crossing his arms, "Now, why were you looking for us?"

"We heard everything about what went on with Ron…" Fred sighed

"So we wanted to apologise to Harry, for his behaviour" George said, "We just hope that you don't think that the rest of us are the same…"

"You two don't need to apologise, I'm not going to judge you because of him…" Harry reassured, "James told me Ron has a bit of an inferiority complex, is that true?"

"Sadly, yes…" George sighed

"He's always hated the fact that we're poor, and has always wanted more" Fred continued, "Whilst we also would like to have more, we still appreciate what we do have…Ron…he never really takes a moment to see what he does have…"

"And despite wanting more, he never works hard for it…" George added, "He just expects things to just happen for him…probably because our mother always used to coddle him when he was little…our older brothers Bill and Charlie worked hard to pursue their dreams, but Ron just doesn't seem to understand that…"

"I hope he understands, sooner rather than later" Harry said

"So do we" Fred sighed, before smiling, "Once again, we're sorry for his behaviour and we're glad to have finally met you, don't you agree George?"

"Indeed, brother of mine" George grinned at his twin, before turning to Harry, "Whilst it's disappointing that you aren't in Gryffindor, it's a pleasure to meet you…if you ever know of anyone who deserves a good pranking, you can always come to us…"

The Weasley Twins gave Harry and James a toothy grin as they both bowed in sync once more, before saying their goodbyes and making their way down the corridor leaving the two Slytherins alone once more. Harry couldn't help but smile as he watched the identical red heads disappear down the corridors. James had told Harry on the Hogwarts Express that the twins were quite fun.

And it seems his friend was right.

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Dumbledore stood alone in one of the many unused and abandoned classrooms that were dotted all throughout the castle. The room itself was dark and dreary, and looked as if it had been abandoned for some time from the amount of dust and cobwebs inside. The room itself was nearly completely barren and empty, save for a singular mirror on the farthest wall, it's golden frame practically glowing within the darkness of the room. The Mirror of Erised, a mirror created by long forgotten magic that, when an individual looked at their reflection, their biggest desires will be reflected back at them. Ever since Dumbledore had acquired the mirror for himself, he would often look into his reflection and just think.

As maddening as it could become, staring into the mirror for too long, for Dumbledore it was an easy way to get some peace and quiet as he thought.

The ancient Headmaster opened his eyes and looked back at his reflection, where his family stood behind him smiling proudly, whilst the body of Voldemort lay dead at his feet. With the final defences now set in place to guard the Stone, Dumbledore knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort attempted to acquire it to restore his physical form. The Headmaster felt like it would make a great test for Harry, to see the boy's current magical capabilities. With a few carefully placed hints, Dumbledore would be able to get the boy to discover the plot and put a stop to it, before Voldemort can get the Stone. From there Dumbledore can move onto the next stages of his plans and guide Harry towards his destiny as the Boy-Who-Lived.

Severus Snape had already made his displeasure regarding Dumbledore's plans, but alas it was necessary. If there was a way to save Harry, Dumbledore would do so, but unfortunately there was not. For Voldemort to be defeated for good, the boy needed to die. Once Harry had fulfilled his destiny and made the ultimate sacrifice for the Wizarding World, Dumbledore would then kill Voldemort. Of course, Dumbledore would make sure Harry's death would not be in vain. Once Voldemort was killed, Dumbledore will let the Wizarding World know about Harry's sacrifice. How the sacrificed his life for the Wizarding World.

For the Greater Good.

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Early the next day, after breakfast, Harry stood by James as they, along with the rest of the Slytherin and Gryffindor First Years, stood outside on the fields of the castle. Each student stood with a broom at their feet, lying on the grass. Today was the day of their first flying lesson and Harry felt excited, if a little bit nervous at the idea. The only brooms Harry had ever used were ones to sweep the floors with back at his relative's house, so the thought of riding on the back of one high up in the air was a little nerve racking. Though Harry was almost certain that there were safety precautions to make sure there were no accidents. At least he hoped there was. Harry tried to shake off those nervous feelings as he stood between James and Daphne, both of whom were rolling their eyes and repressing the urge to strangle Draco, who was loudly bragging about his skills on a broom for all to hear.

After a few more minutes of waiting, a woman appeared flying on her broom for a few seconds, before gently lowering down onto the grass, in front of all the students ready and waiting for her. The woman was dressed in long black robes, had short and spiky silver hair, and had bright yellow eyes. Her gaze went back and forth across the students standing in front of her, before she started the lesson.

"Good morning, First Years" She spoke, "I am Madam Hooch and welcome to your first flying lesson…I don't think I need to tell you all how dangerous this can be, so I expect you all to listen to my instructions very carefully…now, on the blow of my whistle, I want you all to hold your right hand over the broom in front of you and say 'Up'…"

On the blow of Madam Hooch's whistle, every student simultaneously held their hand over their brooms and said 'Up' in unison. To Harry's surprise, the instant he said 'Up', his broom immediately and effortlessly shot up into his hand. It happened so quickly, Harry almost stumbled back a few steps. He didn't expect it to happen just like that and he looked around to see if everyone else had been able to summon their broom, just as easily. It didn't seem to be the case, as the rest of the students were still trying to get their brooms off of the ground. Some struggling more then others. Hermione Granger in particular was giving her broom an offended look, as it rattled on the ground, refusing to move no matter how many times she said 'Up'.

After another minute or two, James and Daphne soon had their brooms in their hands and was quickly followed by the rest of the students. Unfortunately for Ron Weasley, his broom ended up whacking him in the nose as it flew straight up causing many students, mostly students to laugh.

Once every student finally had their brooms in hand, Madam Hooch instructed them to mount it, so she can check everyone's grips before moving onto the next stage of their lesson. She made sure to go from student to student, checking their grips, and helping them make any adjustments to make sure they won't slide off the end, if they were doing it wrong. As was the case with Draco Malfoy, something which caused the class to chuckle, at the look of offence on the Malfoy heirs face when he was told he was holding his broom wrong.

"But I've been holding my broom this way for years!" Draco protested

"Then you've been holding it wrong for years" Madam Hooch said, with a shrug, "It's a surprise you haven't already fallen off your broom, with a weak grip such as that…"

The laughter amongst the students increased, as Draco turned a bright red from a mix of anger and embarrassment, as Madam Hooch then moved onto the rest of the students, making the necessary adjustments, before she came up to Harry and merely gave an impressed nod.

"Now that, is a fine way of holding a broom" She praised, "You may want to take notes, Mr Malfoy…"

Draco scowled murderously at Harry, his face turning a brighter shade of red, as Madam Hooch went through the rest of the students before standing in front of them all, once more.

"Good…now, on the blow of my whistle, I wand you all to kick off the ground, hard" She instructed, "Make sure to grip your broom tight and hold it steady…once you're safely in the air, I want you to hover for a moment, lean forward slightly, then touch back down…on the count of three…1…2…3…"

When Madam Hooch blew her whistle, Neville's broom immediately started hovering up into the air without any command. Something that caused the boy to whimper nervously. Before anyone could say or do anything, he then flew off at lightning speed, causing the boy to scream in fear as he was unable to control the broom as it shot around the castle fields erratically. When the boy shot off on his broom Madam Hooch immediately went after him, followed by the rest of the students, to see where he was going and wondering what had happened. Madam Hooch had even tried using a spell to slow Neville down. However, the boy's broom was going to fast and she ended up missing every time.

"Is he going to be okay?" Harry asked worriedly, as the students watched on

"Don't worry, I'm sure he's going to be fine…" James replied

It was at that moment, where Neville's robe got caught on the sword of one of the many statues housed along the castle walls, which caused the boy to get knocked off from his broom and fall to the ground, hitting it hard.

"Okay…never mind…" James winced, "I'm just going to shut up now…"

A few students had gathered around Neville, to see if he was okay, but they were quickly pushed aside by Madam Hooch who carefully helped the boy up and checked his injuries. Everyone was too focused on Neville that no one noticed Malfoy picking up a small glass ball on the grass, a small smirk on his face.

"You're okay, Mr Longbottom…just a broken wrist, nothing serious…" She reassured the boy, before turning to the rest of the class, "I'm going to take Mr Longbottom to the infirmary…I don't want anyone to be riding on their brooms whilst I'm gone…if I get back and see one single broom up in air…the one riding it will find themselves with a months detention before they can say 'Quidditch'…"

As Harry watched Madam Hooch escort Neville into Hogwarts, for medical treatment, he felt his scar begin to prickle and burn once more. It was faint, but there. Harry rubbed it a little, and looked around to see if anything could be causing it, only to see what looked like a robe disappearing around a wall not too far away from them. Harry's eyes narrowed a little, in curiosity and suspicion, and went to tell James about what he just saw. However, before he could, his attention was diverted when Malfoy had spoken up, talking to the rest of the Slytherins.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Malfoy smirked, as he held the glass ball up in his hands, "If only the fat lump had given this a squeeze…he would've remembered to fall onto his fat arse…"

Most of the Slytherins laughed at the Malfoy heirs' words, whilst the Gryffindors spoke up in outrage in defence of their fellow House member. Harry, James and Daphne were some of the few Slytherins who didn't laugh. Harry, especially, had enough of Draco and confidently walked up to him.

"Give it here Malfoy!" He said, as sternly as he possibly could

Draco merely scoffed at Harry, as he sneered at him, juggling the glass ball in one hand as he did so.

"You don't scare me, Potter…and you certainly have no authority over me!" He snarled, "You are nothing but a disgrace to our House and undeserving of the title of Slytherin…a shame really…and as for this, don't worry, I'll make sure I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find…like the roof…"

With a smirk on his face, Draco then hopped onto his broom and flew up into the air, nearly knocking a few of the other First Years over. He kept flying up, until he was high in the air, nearly higher then the castle and looked down at the First Years below.

"What's wrong Potter?" He called down, smugly, "Am I bit beyond your reach?!"

"That sounded like a challenged" Daphne spoke up, from beside Harry

"You thought so too? Glad I'm not the only one…" James said with a smile, before nudging Harry gently, "What do you think Harry…feel up to a challenge?"

Harry said nothing, and merely nodded as he narrowed his eyes. He would do anything to knock that smug smile off of the boy's face. Harry mounted his broom but before he could fly off, he was approached by Hermione.

"Harry, don't even think about it!" She spoke, in an authoritative tone, "You heard what Madam Hooch told us…besides, you don't even know how to fly!"

Harry ignored her, nor did he even glance her way, as she shot up into the air, nearly knocking her over as he did so. The sudden speed of the broom made Harry jerk slightly, but was able to steady himself with relative ease. He kept a firm and steady grip on his broom as he flew up into the air, until he was level with Draco, hovering a few feet in the air.

"Give it back Malfoy!" Harry demanded, "I…I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to!"

"You…hurt me?" Draco asked with an amused scoff, as he kept chucking the glass ball in the air, "Don't make me laugh Potter!"

Harry's grip on his broom tightened, as his eyes narrowed. He shot forward to try and grab the glass ball. Draco was initially surprised at the speed, but was able to only just dodge Harry. As Harry flew passed Draco, he quickly came to a sudden halt, nearly falling off of his broom as he did so. Keeping himself steady, Harry turned around to see Draco looking back at him with a smirk on his face, holding the glass ball up.

"Have it your way then…" Draco shrugged, before he then threw it across the school grounds

Harry's eyes widened momentarily before he flew after it as quick as he could, slapping Draco on the back of the head, as he passed the blonde boy. Harry kept a firm grip on his broom as he flew after the glass hall, chasing after it. He leaned forward slightly, in hopes of gaining more speed, as he got closer to the glass ball. Reaching out, Harry quickly caught it and came to a sudden halt before the glass ball and himself could crash into the wall of the castle. Harry took a deep breath to slow his racing heart, as he looked down at the glass ball in his hand. He wasn't sure what it was but, whatever it was, he could now give it back to Neville.

With a smile on his face, Harry slowly flew back down to the rest of the First Years who had watched the confrontation. Seeing that Harry was successful in catching the glass ball the Gryffindors, and a few Slytherins, went to congratulate him as he got off of his broom. The Gryffindors in particular, were thanking Harry for standing up for one of their own. The only ones not cheering or applauding was Draco and his friends, where Draco was scowling once more at Harry.

"Potter!" A silky voice spoke up

Everyone immediately stopped and turned around, to see Professor Snape walking towards them. Harry stood there, worried, as the First Years all parted away from him whilst Snape gave him a look he couldn't place. The Potions Professor had a scowl on his face, though mild surprise could be seen in his eyes. He looked at Harry for a moment, before ordering Harry to follow him into the castle. Harry swallowed nervously, giving James a worried look, before following Snape. The rest of the First Years watched Harry, muttering amongst themselves about what was going to happen to him.

Draco in particular was smirking to himself, hoping that Harry would be punished or, hopefully, expelled. As the rest of the First Years muttered amongst themselves, Daphne walked up to James a small look of concern on her face.

"Is he in trouble?" She asked

"I don't think so, I'm sure he'll be fine…" James replied, though he sounded uncertain himself

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Harry nervously sat alone in the Potions classroom. After Snape had ordered Harry to follow him, the Potions Professor brought him down to the classroom and told him to wait, whilst he went to get someone. Harry must've been waiting for ten minutes now, and he was getting more and more nervous, as each second ticked by. Was he in trouble? Was he going to be given a detention? Was he going to be expelled? These were the questions that were looping through Harry's mind. Whilst it's true that he broke Madam Hooch's no flying rule, it was merely because he was standing up to Draco, who was making fun of Neville. Harry hoped that if he explained this to Snape when he came back, he wouldn't be punished as severely.

After a few more agonising minutes, the classroom door opened where Snape came back in. However, instead of being accompanied by Madam Hooch, or Professor McGonagall, or even Professor Dumbledore, the Potions Professor was accompanied by Marcus Flint. The Slytherin Prefect looked at Harry in confusion. A look which Harry reciprocated, wondering why Snape would bring him of all people. Thankfully, their confusion was soon answered by Snape.

"Potter, I'm sure you know Marcus Flint, Slytherin Prefect…he is also the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team…" Snape said, before turning to the older boy, "Flint, you told me yesterday that you were having difficulties finding a Seeker to replace Terrence Higgs…well, I think I have found you a Seeker…"

Both Harry and Flint looked at Snape in shock. A pin could be heard dropping to the floor from how quiet it was.

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And that is Chapter 5. What did you think?

One addition I felt like was necessary to include in this remastered chapter, was Dumbledore in front of the Mirror of Erised. Back when I was writing the original chapter, many people thought I was writing Dumbledore to be evil and manipulative. That wasn't the case. If you remember me saying a few chapters ago, unlike other stories, this Dumbledore is not evil, but he's not good either. Delusional is probably the right word. He's been leading the fight for too long and believes he knows what's best. That's what the scene in with the mirror was supposed to reinforce. He doesn't want Harry to die, but he believes it's the only way and therefore it must be done.

One last thing before I go. Back in chapter one, I asked you all when a good time to introduce Blaise Zabini would be. If you remember, I said I wanted the main group to consist of four people instead of three. I was thinking of him joining the group around the troll attack chapter, but I'm not 100% sure just yet. So please give me suggestions.

But that's all for now. I hope you enjoyed and I will see you next time, in whatever story I see you in.

Badger Out.

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