[a/n-3]Hands Off MY Wolfie THAT Draco wasn't a daddy's boy after all, Narcissa cured him of that.

[a/n-2]cameron1812 Referencing "Duke Leto of House Atredes as he bites on the poison tooth" is a good parallel. But as I wrote the STTNG episode Reunion inspired Hermione's bombing. In which a Klingon sacrificed himself to kill the challenger to the throne. Her last word is the name of the Romulan explosive used.

[a/n-1]Marcus Rowland's alternate Three Laws are, I think, from Robocop. THAT's an interesting idea.

[a/n0]TitusVorenus aptly called Hermione's taking out the top leadership of Voldermort's Regime a Decapitation Strike and raised some thoughts that were interesting. "...Voldemort expanded his sphere of influence to the Non-Magical side, which would be not only doable but necessary to ensure his survival. Therefore here's the question: how hands-off or hands-on Buckingham..." In that world, I'd imagine the Windsors aren't around anymore. My worldbuilding didn't get as far as how NATO might be engaged in the situation.

[a/n0a]I'm not very hopeful for the future of that world after, either. Horcruxes aren't immune to massive blasts, true. But Voldemort only had 1 in the castle

[a/n]Robyn1977 suggested "Harry and Hermione go off on Slughorn" I thought I'd done something with that, but nothing stood out sooooooooooooooo, this might look familiar.

Harry Does Different CDLVIa

Slughorn's Interrogation

"Well, thank you Mr. McClaggan, for that insight into Quidditch." The host said jovially "Nearly as spellbinding as some of the tales Gwenog used to share. Haha. The dear."

Harry snorted, loudly, and commented "About as believable as a Lockhart book. Well unless he's good at obliviating."

"Watch yourself Potter." Growled the older Gryffindor "You don't have any jumped up authority off the pitch!"

Political ambition took a backseat to maintaining order, even if he didn't directly confront either "Well! Look how late it is getting! Why don't we call it an evening? What?"

"I'd like to discuss something, privately, Professor." Harry requested, his tone was polite.

Slughorn nodded pleasantly and dismissed the other students with a wave of his hand. Hermione wasn't as eager to leave as the rest: first, was a lack of interest in Cormac; second, was her long familiarity with her friend, something in Harry's voice didn't quite ring true. "I would like to stay."

"This is serious, Hermione" he glared "Can I trust you to be on my side? A hundred percent? No questions?"

To say she was surprised would be an understatement. She just nodded mutely. Horace wasn't concerned, exactly, after all they were just children. Nevertheless, months on the run made him paranoid; he went for his wand and asked curtly "What's on your mind, Mr. Potter?"

"Expelliarmus!" simply, the student was faster. He didn't even pause to watch the teacher crash into the wall, ordering his friend "Hermione, locking spells on the door …and windows… all of them! Something more than an alohamora, too."

Technically, Harry should have told her "Something not breakable by an alohamora." But his order had the power of an imperio. She was so shocked, she automatically complied. By the time she went to say it, the next shock came.

"On your feet Sluggy!" Harry yanked the professor up by his lapels and snarled in his face "Why is it some people have such accurate names? Lupin the werewolf? Wormtail the rat? Then there's you: the slug."

The Potion Master was staggering back, blood everywhere. Having only seen that aftermath as she turned, Hermione exclaimed "Harry! You attacked a teacher!"

"Why not?" he snapped back, while planting a knee in a vital area "I hit every Defense teacher we've had. Killed Quirrell. Dumbledore wanted me to beg and plead for what he knows about Voldemort! Well? Let's try the direct approach. Got anything to say?"

The rule-abiding witch certainly disapproved of her friend's actions, but "Professor Slughorn, you were here when Voldemort was a student."

"Don't use that name girl!" cried the fallen teacher, who was desperately crawling away from the student looming over him.

Ignoring that, Hermione went on "You obviously had some influence over Riddle, but …logically… Harry would not be acting like this without something more than even a line of reasoning. Correct, Harry?"

"Just after one of your little soirees here." Harry began, then paused to banish Slughorn's wand far from reach "Ahh, ahhhhh, no toys for you. Professor Dumbledore showed me a memory of yours. I'm sure you know which."

Hermione gave a confused look and asked "Show memory? How is that possible? I've never heard of such a thing!"

"Later!" Harry snapped at his friend, then back to the teacher "Well Sluggy? You have information I need to save the world. If yanking on your heartstrings about Mum doesn't work- - - y'know, I've experienced a Cruciatus; wanna bet I can cast it?"

Horace backed away in a panic "You-you-wouldn't! Couldn't! You'd goto Azkaban!"

"I chased off a hundred Dementors before." Countered Harry, coldly "Besides, the only other witness is my best friend…" he just allowed the sentence to hang there.

Nodding fearfully, Horace complied "Tom wanted to know about Horcruxes. It's a way to tie your soul to this plane. As long as one exists for a wizard, or witch, he or she cannot die."

"Bloody fucking sodding great." Grumbled Harry, he put his wand away and snapped "Get up. Come on Hermione, let's leave this coward alone. Ummm, don't expect me back."

Hermione couldn't help being worried "He's a teacher, Harry. Errr, ahhhh, detention."

"He wouldn't dare." Student looked at teacher contemptuously "Will you Sluggy? I'd just tell everyone how I kicked your arse. AND how Voldemort is your fault."

This, of course, was what Horace feared at least as much as dying. He shook his head violently promising "No Harry!" Then he slunk over to a chair and fell into it.

Hermione was half-appalled, half-shocked, half-awed and didn't care that added to 150%. She meekly followed her friend from the room.