Beware My Power
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To the Guest reviewer who seems to love making a point about AI and my lack of creativity, first, let me say that I AM the real DZ2 and I am NOT using AI in any way shape or form.
Personally, the fact you need to be an anonymous reviewer to post such opinions over and over again in multiple stories – and not just my work – suggests you don't have any writing talents of your own, otherwise you'd put your money where your mouth is and write stories of your own on this FREE site for CREATIVE WRITING and FUN!
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"Yes, I said that, pup, but, let's get one thing straight here: you are, and will always ever be the only one I say it to."
"S…S…Sirius…" whispered Harry, again feeling a familiar warmth surge through him, "You…you know about my power? About what I've become?"
"I should," said Sirius, before he surprised Harry when he patted the boy's stomach before he winked slyly again.
"Especially since I might have been the one to give the thing in your tummy to old Snake Face in the first place…"
Chapter 3: Hi, Honey! I'm Home!
"Ah! Home sweet home!"
"This is not your home, you little freak!" growled Vernon Dursley, earning a rueful shrug from Harry.
"You said it, Uncle," argued Harry, ignoring the reddening face of his morbidly-obese relative, while whistling merrily as he walked into the familiar dull and boring passage beyond the front door of Number Four, Privet Drive. Behind him, Harry heard Vernon grumbling to himself about wasting time and freaks being taught their lesson, while he also laughed with false amusement as he waved to some nosy curtain-twitcher opposite, who, undoubtedly, was aware that the troublemaking criminal was back from St Brutus' Secure Centre.
Harry, meanwhile, opened the kitchen door before, in a mocking, almost-singsong voice, he crowed, "TUNEY, I'M HOOOOOME!"
"Shut your mouth, you…"
"Little freak?" asked Harry, moving to the sink where, to Petunia's rage, he proceeded to pour himself a glass of cold water, before proceeding to down it quickly before he sighed loudly. "Ahh…now that was refreshing; it's a bit hot out there, you know? Personally, I wouldn't be surprised if the timewasters in charge decide to ban hosepipes over the summer…now, where was I? Oh yes, your record player's still broken…"
"Don't talk back to your Aunt, you…"
"Vile demon? Ungrateful orphan? Waste of space? Freeloading shit? Son of whores and drug addicts?" asked Harry, earning an alarmed, enraged look from Petunia and Vernon, before Harry looked around, feigning confusion and curiosity as he drawled, "Well that's odd; I don't see the piglet in question. Ah well, I guess he got a head-start on being all of the above, didn't he?"
"Don't you talk about your betters, boy!"
Suddenly, Petunia's eyes widened, while Vernon turned as dark as Ribena berries when Harry roared with laughter.
A loud, bellowing round of self-amused, disbelieving laughter, emphasised by him doubling over, dropping the glass onto the floor with an audible smash, before he smacked his hand against the kitchen unit nearest to him while he continued crowing loudly, "Oh…oh, I…I'm sorry…oh, that's rich! The idea that a fucked-up, corrupt, tax-evading freak like you, Vernon Dursley, is in any way my better! Oh…thanks; I needed a good chuckle."
"What did you say?" asked Vernon, flexing his fingers dangerously.
"What? Did your recent weight gain clog up your ears with fat?" asked Harry, before he straightened up, wiping more tears of laughter from his eyes as he sighed softly. "Well, why didn't you say so? Here, Uncle; let me help you hear me better, my dear!"
With that, he snapped his fingers and Vernon Dursley suddenly looked like a Dumbo-human-hybrid with how large his ears grew, earning a horrified shriek from Petunia, while Vernon fell to the ground under the weight of his ears, smacking his nose on the tiles with an audible crunch, while Harry sighed, "You know, given your fat head, Jupiter-sized gut and Death Star-sized ass, you'd think your body was capable of holding up the collective weight of the world's elephants…then again, I might have added a hundred kilos for emphasis…I've said it before and I'll say it again; I love magic!"
"You…you can't…you…you're not…you aren't…this isn't…you can't…not this…not…"
"Oh Tuney," drawled Harry, stepping over Vernon, though not before he stepped on Vernon's ears, making the man squeal like the boar's bastard he was as Harry's shoes dug deep into the fleshy appendages, "Didn't living with my goddess of a Mum teach you anything?"
"What…you…she…no…I…that…"
As he continued stepping on Vernon's ears, Harry smiled wolfishly as he licked his lips before he put a hand to his chest as he indicated himself, whilst inclining his head to Petunia as he spoke again, "I'm a sorcerer, dearie; I can do whatever the fuck I want!"
While Petunia fell in horror, trying and failing to get the words out as she saw her nephew draw himself to his full height, asserting his dominance for all to see, his green eyes shining with determination, if not predatory intent, as he growled ominously.
"And, loath as I am to give the snivelling runt anything close to due props, it's like a not-so-wise man might say: there is no foolish wand-waving, or silly incantations in my magic, so, as long as I don't use it like that, nobody but us knows I'm using; in a nutshell…you're fucked!"
"N-N-N-N-No…we…you can't…he promised…"
"Aww, you mean Albus Dumbledore?" asked Harry, shaking his head as he chuckled menacingly.
"Rule one about the fucked-up old buzzard, Tuney-kins: Albus Dumbledore always lies!"
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At the same time that Harry declared the truth for what it was, in a certain office, a small collection of…essential monitoring devices shone with AK-green light before, one by one, they all exploded in a shower of stone, metal and illegal casting and intentions.
Though not before several wisps of the same deathly-coloured light flew into the air and out of the window, heading directly for the one who'd left them in such a state.
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"So…the question now is…whatever shall I do with you and your zoo, Mrs Ed?"
A dark stain formed under Petunia, while Harry licked his lips, "Personally, I'd just as soon as kill you and leave your bodies for the vultures to pick at, but, and again, I'm speaking personally here when I say that'd be way too easy. Since this will be the last time I call this prison cell anything close to home, I don't see the point in enslaving or torturing you, so…that's out too…ooh, hold that thought."
As Petunia watched in horror, what could only be described as a swarm of lights suddenly flew in through the front door, moving faster than any swarm should have. As the light reached Harry, he spun around on his heel before opening his mouth as he inhaled the swarm, which flew into his mouth, down his gullet and into his belly.
Once Harry finished slurping up the strange swarm, he hummed softly as he turned back to Petunia, who looked like she was one step away from a heart attack, "Sorry-not-sorry about the show, Muggle; but it's been a long day and I was ravenous! But don't worry; I'm not hungry anymore…"
"You…you…you're not…not…not human!" snapped Petunia, earning a scoff from Harry.
"Well, if we're splitting hairs here, coming from the woman who looks like a centaur shagged a human, but the end result came out the wrong way around, that's not saying much," said the amused-looking teenager, stifling a burp, "Whoa, excuse me: I guess the tang of delusional hypocrisy, control freakishness and overcompensating obsessions with having what he never should have, left the blood wards a tad spicy."
"Blood…blood…blood wards?" asked Petunia.
"Oh, you didn't know? See? Told you; Dumbles always lies," argued Harry, patting his stomach with a look of mocking pity in his eyes. "Well, don't worry, Tuney-baby; you won't have to deal with them again. I sniffed them out when Albus was trying to convince another fluff-for-brained imbecile with the collective intelligence of a squashed worm of the truth of the matter…now…let's see…I'm sure I'm forgetting something…"
Again, Harry seemed content to traipse his feet over Vernon's ears, earning another round of squeals from Vernon, while Harry looked down at his human-rug, "Hmm…still breathing? And they say being too fat's bad for you; fortunately, I neither know nor care whether I squash you like the ant you are, or you suffocate under the flab of your big ears, big gut and…ah-ha! THAT'S what I forgot!"
"What are you…" Petunia began, before she gasped in horror, as well as reminisce, when Harry snapped his fingers, causing Vernon's whole body to swell up, just like Marge's body had done two summers back.
And Harry wasn't too sad about what he'd sent to her, either…
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"Oh, yes, I'm very proud of my little Rippy-poo! You say he's won an award for best-ranked dog in the country?"
"That's absolutely right, Miss Dursley," replied the wild-haired, crazy-eyed gentleman, who'd turned up to Marjorie Dursley's house dressed in a blue pinstripe suit and converse sneakers. "Your dogs came very highly recommended; a mutual friend had some very good things to say about them, especially Ripper. My friends are checking them out, but I'd say we have a winner."
"Fantastic!" crowed Marge, leading the gentleman out to the back, and through to her caged kennels, "And it'll be in the papers?"
"Yep!" replied her guest, popping the p in a cheeky manner.
"And there's a big cash prize?"
"Oh, ginormous!" laughed the visitor, before he smiled, flashing two rows of pearly-whites as he explained in an almost-sarcastic voice, "But first, in order to give out the prize, we just need you to confirm the winner's identity for us, so…allons-y!"
Marge opened the door to the cage…
And bloody gore splattered her in the face, causing Marge to scream in terror as she turned to see a flash of magic, which caused her to hit the ground, leaving her bound as tightly as a fish on a hook, while her visitor chuckled darkly as he bent down, tapping Marge's bulbous nose with the tip of his wand.
"I said your pets came very highly recommended from a mutual friend of ours, dear Aunt Marge!" sneered the man, flashing a cheeky wink as he looked her in the eyes. "My Lord and Master, aka the new and very-much improved Harry Potter says thanks for all the experience!"
Marge's reaction showed itself through her suddenly-darkening trousers, though the wild man wasn't done as he chuckled coldly before looking to the kennels, "Although I imagine you're just as thankful for the good eats delivered to your pack by our Lord-Alpha, am I right, Fenrir?"
A baying howl answered the man, before Marge's blood turned to ice as she felt a strong, hairy hand, grab her, before she found herself looking into a pair of amber eyes, as well as a bloody, meat-stained, predatory smile on the face of the one who'd grabbed her, "I am definitely thankful for my Alpha-Lord's offerings, Bartimaeus…and you can tell him that I, along with the rest of my pack, are his forever!"
Marge heard a pop, but she couldn't see that the man, Bartimaeus Crouch Junior, had vanished, leaving her with the monster in the cage.
And all that remained of her prize pooches, whose remains she got a very close look at as the one named Fenrir threw her to the ground before he scoffed in disgust. "Now, if you think I let you poison my pack, you pathetic Omega…well, you're sadly mistaken. But first, before I show you your place, I think my new cubs are going to need practice before they serve our Alpha, so…boys…girls…come and get it!"
Marjorie Dursley would have screamed in horror had she not been bound by a very strong, and rather-sadistically-cast Full Body Bind, before she was pinned down and made to suffer.
All on the whim of Fenrir Greyback's new Alpha, who had only sent one message to the werewolf;
"Make her BEG like the dog she is…THEN, you and yours can eat her, turn her or just plain massacre her for all I care…"
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As Vernon continued swelling, Harry hummed nonchalantly as he stepped on the man's fat, flabby ears, "Don't worry, Uncle; unlike the bitch, I'm not going to let this Parade Balloon drift off. Thanks to the weight on your ears, you'll hang there like the ugly piñata you are…until I'm ready, anyway."
"R-R-R-Ready?" stammered Petunia, causing Harry to turn to her.
"Yes, Auntie; you see, what Vernon doesn't know…well, apart from being on a scale so great, it could fill every library in the world combined, what he doesn't know is also that his swelling up is…what's that old expression?"
Tapping his chin, Harry snapped his fingers, "Oh, I remember: Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat! As for what he's getting fat for…"
"DING-DONG!"
"Ah-ha, right on cue," laughed Harry, waving his hand towards the front door, which caused it to swing open, earning a look of mocking surprise from Harry, "Diddy-darling: is that you? Come in, come in; dinner's just about done!"
"DUDLEY, RUN!" Screamed Petunia, but the sound of the front door closing told her Dudley hadn't heard, "NO! DON'T YOU DARE! NOT MY SON, YOU FREAK! LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS: DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO US, BUT…"
"Uh-uh!" argued Harry, snapping his fingers, causing Petunia's lips to fuse together, leaving her unable to scream as Harry waggled his finger at her, "No you don't, Petunia Dursley: you spent years badmouthing Mum. You don't suddenly get to turn around and bastardise her greatest triumph when it suits you…no, you get to watch as magic does what you've always thought it would…destroy you freaks!"
His eyes flashed gold as he said the last part, emphasising it with a snarl that left Petunia squealing, causing more stains to form underneath her.
Harry, meanwhile, turned to the kitchen door, just as Dudley walked in, a dark look in his eyes, which made Harry smile.
"Oh, good! I see my friend caught up with you, Big D!"
"Yes Master," growled Dudley, his voice edged by a surprisingly-monstrous snarl, which made Harry's smile widen.
"And, tell me, did he give you my present?"
"Yes Master."
"So, tell me, Popkin-Baby…how does the third little piggy feel now?"
To Petunia's horror, her precious baby boy looked to his Father with a sickeningly-evil, malefic look in his eyes; eyes that, in the reflection of the microwave, Petunia's horror levels skyrocketed when she saw they'd become amber in colour, while Dudley licked his lips as he growled.
"Hungry!"
"Saw that coming," drawled Harry, before he petted Dudley's cheek, earning a whimper and a growl from the boy, "Tell you what, Big D; if you're a good pig and eat up everything, I might let you be my puppy, which means you get to hang out with the cool kids, instead of scrounging for scraps like a freak…doesn't that sound good?"
"Perfect, Master."
Stepping off of Vernon's ears, Harry indicated the ugly balloon, "Then…ding-ding, Dudders; dinner is served…"
A powerful roar tore out of Dudley…
Right before the thing he'd become pounced on Vernon, tearing him apart with fangs, claws and ferocity that could only, truly, belong to one thing.
A werewolf!
And given that he was a newborn, with an appetite as big as Dudley Dursley's, with a feast of a fattened-up goose like Vernon Dursley?
Really?
Would anyone be surprised that the Son devoured his Father so ravenously?
Harry certainly wasn't.
"Good boy…as they say: bon appétit!"
This just left Petunia a sobbing, squealing, vomiting mess as Harry, clearly content to ignore the sounds of his cousin devouring his own flesh and blood, crossed the floor and kneeled down, cupping Petunia's teary, bloody face in one hand as he looked into her eyes, "Don't look so pathetic, Petunia: it's your fault this is happening…ah, if only you'd been drowned at birth, sent off to the nuthouse with the rest of the freaks…or locked up behind bars and a bolted door…oh, no…I got it; if only your parents had aborted you when they had the chance…ah well…live and learn…"
A snapping from Dudley's feast emphasised Harry's words, while the young teen clicked his tongue again as he looked back to Petunia.
"Still…do you know what, Auntie? Your pathetic existence…and your narrow mind…and all those lovely reminders of what makes me so much better than you, and how much you hate it…do you know what?"
His eyes flashed gold again, earning a squeal of terror from Petunia as Harry's tongue traced his lips, looking more and more like a demon before her as he leaned in very close to the horse-faced she-devil of a slapper.
"They've just given me a very funny idea on how I can thank you for being such a loving, caring and welcoming family member…"
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"MINISTER!"
Cornelius Fudge looked up in alarm as a terrified teen's voice filled his office, coming from a Floo Gate that was meant to be used for emergencies.
Well, given the identity of the screamer, Fudge called it an emergency, "Lord Potter? Is that you? Come through, dear boy; please."
"NO TIME! HELP ME, PLEASE!"
Fudge immediately activated the alarms, which, he hoped, would bring the Aurors running.
Though not before Harry Potter's cry tore through the Minister's Office, fuelling Fudge's desire to help protect his young friend.
"MY FAMILY'S JUST BEEN MASSACRED BY A PACK OF WEREWOLVES! I GOT A LOOK AT THEIR LEADER! IT WAS FENRIR GREYBACK!"
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"ALBUS! COME QUICK! PRIVET DRIVE! MINISTER HIMSELF ON THE SCENE! WEREWOLF ATTACK!"
"Sirius…"
"MOVE!"
Not even Rubeus Hagrid could have stopped Sirius racing out the door, beating Dumbledore, as well as the Order members who'd already decided to make themselves at home in Sirius' family townhouse.
Fortunately, the old coot was yet to put the house under the Fidelius, but that didn't stop Sirius from taking the lead, even as he felt Albus and co following close behind him.
On one hand, he was rushing to get to his boy, if only to see that he was safe.
But, on the other hand, he wanted to see the chaos caused by his Young Master first-hand and nobody, not even Albus, was going to stop him.
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"All right, son…just…just take a few deep breaths…"
"I…I did…I tried…I couldn't…Trace…my family…I was…they wanted…"
"HARRY!"
"SIRIUS!" Cried Harry, practically Apparating out of the embrace of the Auror tending to him, on the Minister's orders, while the others, including Fudge, Bones and, curiously, even Malfoy Senior were all on the scene. But when Sirius arrived, Harry found himself racing for his godfather's comfort, receiving it in spades as Sirius wrapped his arms around his boy, before he held him close.
To the Auror, it looked like Sirius was consoling Harry as he rubbed the boy's back, whispering sweet platitudes in Harry's ear, "Ssshhh; it's okay, pup. Don't look; it's over…you're safe…that's it, let it out. Let it go…it's going to be okay; everything's going to be all right."
"Black?"
Looking up, Sirius saw Lucius standing there, Fudge with him, the latter both relieved and surprised to see Sirius, while Lucius, after looking from Harry to Sirius, cleared his throat, "What brings you here, may I ask?"
"Nothing much; just my duty as Harry's surrogate Father and oath-sworn godfather, Lucius," said Sirius, gently patting Harry on the back as the boy huddled against his godfather. "Not that some people thought that meant much: I spent all the time since my vindication trying to convince Albus Harry was safer with me, behind my family's wards. But no: he made up some BS about blood wards and protections."
"No such wards have been detected," explained Lucius, earning a shiver and what sounded like a pained whimper from Harry as Lucius pressed on with his explanations. "But there is evidence of the presence of several werewolves; regrettably, we've had to sedate and imprison a young Muggle who was infected. From what Mr Potter tells us, his magic reacted out of an understandable state of fear, even for him; as a result, he knocked out the wolf and sent the perpetrator fleeing with his tail between his legs."
"Sounds like Fenrir Greyback," agreed Sirius, looking down at Harry, who looked like a boy many years younger as he seemed to try and curl up in his godfather's embrace, while Sirius frowned, "The Muggle…was it…is it…"
"According to Lord Potter, it's his cousin on his Mother's side," explained Fudge, his calm attitude surprising Sirius. "A sad turn of events, if nothing else. Fortunately, I have taken the liberty of arranging a press blackout, so people don't get further ammo to use against Lord Potter after this."
"No."
Looking down again, Sirius saw Harry wipe his eyes, clearing away his tears before, unseen by Fudge, he winked at Sirius and jerked his head to Lucius, earning a raised eyebrow from Sirius.
"Harry?" asked Sirius, looking from Harry to Lucius and back again.
After only a moment, he nodded subtly, showing he got the hint, before he covered his tracks, "What…what do you mean no, pup?"
"I want people to know what happened here!" insisted Harry, turning to face Fudge and Lucius, who also smirked behind the Minister's back as he saw Harry draw himself to his full height, wiping away his tears as the Lord he was shone through as he spoke with a fiery determination as he spoke to the Minister, "This was Dumbledore's fault: he made up shit about some blood sacrifice tied to Mum, which means he made it when she died. He's forced me here, year-in and year-out, but, according to Mr…sorry, I mean, Lord Malfoy, no such wards exist. So…while I'd like to blame Voldemort, I…I know who is really to blame for…for my Uncle's death, my Aunt going missing and my cousin being turned into…into a monster!"
"Sirius!"
"Here he comes to wreck the DAY!" Crowed Sirius in a singsong voice, earning a snort of amusement from Harry, who turned to see Dumbledore, Snape, Alastor Moody and, curiously, Remus Lupin, the latter of whom looked to the Aurors, as well as the house behind them with surprise, sorrow and disbelief.
"Moony? Is that you?" asked Harry, earning a small smile from Remus, before he nodded.
"What took you?" asked Sirius, looking more to his old friend than his old Headmaster, "Our cub was in danger from werewolves, Remus! Nothing stopped me getting here, but you? What kept you?"
"Given what day it is, Black…"
"Oh, go drown yourself in shampoo, Snivellus!" sneered Sirius, earning a scowl from Severus.
"Sirius, I'm sure Remus…"
Suffice to say, what happened next was not something Sirius would have expected to see, even under the circumstances. And yet, as soon as he felt Harry push past him to give Albus Dumbledore the kind of thump that would make Draco Malfoy flinch as bad memories crossed his mind, breaking the old man's nose in the process, Sirius couldn't resist barking in laughter. "Ouch! I felt that!"
"Potter…what do you…"
Suddenly, every male in a five-mile radius crossed their legs and whimpered like scalded dogs when Harry's next strike came courtesy of his left leg and Snape's robes, making the man's eyes water from the impact as he fell down onto the ground, his voice now a groan of pain and agony, while Harry spat at the most-hated member of the audience around him.
"If I want your advice, Professor, I'll ask for it! But since we're not at school, here's a free suggestion: for once in your life, keep your eyes open and your mouth, like your jaws seem to love being: fused shut!"
"Damn, boy," laughed Alastor, earning a smirk from Sirius, "If only you knew how many are going to be jealous of you after they hear about this!"
"And is that everyone, or just the kids in Hogwarts, Mad-Eye?" asked Sirius amusingly, earning a shrug from Moody, before Sirius looked back to Remus as he asked, "Now, before Harry goes three-for-three on your hide, Moony, how about you answer my question?"
"Well, I…you see…it…"
"Oh, don't worry, Remus," said Harry, earning a surprised look from Sirius, before his eyes darkened, while it took every ounce of restraint he had not to laugh when he saw Harry hug Remus, like an old friend reuniting with his cub,"I understand what tonight meant for you; don't worry. I forgive you, Professor; it's also nice to see you again…just like you promised."
He then held out his hand and Remus shook it, though not before he tensed up, like he'd just received an electric shock.
After only a moment, Remus shook the boy's hand before he embraced Harry again, tousling his hair fondly, "I know I haven't been a good friend before now, Harry, but you are my pack and I will never abandon you again…"
His green eyes met Sirius' grey ones…
And Sirius saw them turn amber, as Remus nodded once.
"Never again!"
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"Well, pup? Welcome to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place."
"Hmm," said Harry, accompanying Sirius and Remus into the London townhouse, where Sirius led him, before he clicked his tongue as he looked around with a curious air. "Charming place, Padfoot; I must get the name of your decorator."
"Well, considering I've spent twelve years in Azkaban, one year on the run and only got to come home two days ago, pup, I agree with you when you hint it could definitely use a little TLC; at the same time, I want you to know that everything, in every room, in every nook and cranny, is yours!"
"And this isn't the only thing," argued Remus, closing the door to the house before he smiled at Harry as he inclined his head to the teenage demon before him. "Thank you for setting the true me free, Alpha. Rest assured, nothing will keep me from giving you my throat from now on."
"I appreciate that, Moony," said Harry in a matter-of-fact voice, before he looked to his former professor, "Because I need help to send a message to our enemies and a certain someone who, while he's given me his throat now, still has a lot to answer for…and who better to play messenger than his greatest accomplishment? My own Big Bad Wolf professor and honorary family member: sound good?"
"Just tell me where to point my fangs, Alpha," growled Remus, his eyes flashing amber as he said it, earning a small smile from Harry.
"For now, keep up appearances: start by giving them the idea you're changing, since it is a full moon tonight. But, as you know, thanks to me, you control the on-off switch and you have the advantages, skills and perks of being my Big, Bad Wolf," explained Harry, earning a nod from Remus.
"Since there's not much time before moonrise, I can go to the Shack; that'll really keep up appearances, since you're going to have guests soon enough, and I can't imagine one of them wanting someone like me around such delicacies as those coming to spend the summer at Camp Black."
"Good idea."
"In the meantime," said Sirius, looking to his pup with fondness, "I think we should do as you told Fudge to; spreading the word about the fuck-up here. Let's make damn sure Albus knows what it really means to tickle a sleeping dragon. After that, we can talk about our guests for the summer and what's going to happen…"
"As long as either you, me or Moony takes charge, I don't care, Sirius," argued Harry, masking a yawn behind a hand before turning on his heel as he added, "Oh…now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and find a bathroom, have a wash and grab some shuteye; it's been a very long and tiring day and I could use some sleep."
"Goodnight pup/cub," chorused the Marauders, watching as Harry left them standing in the passageway.
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Once he was gone, Remus looked to Sirius before he drew in a slow breath as he whispered, "I smelled it, you know?"
"What?" asked Sirius.
"The Mystra," said Remus, earning a dark look from Sirius, while Remus held up his hands, "Don't look so panicked, old friend: when I said I am his, I meant it. For what I failed to do, he could have taken all of my magic, leaving a brainless monster with a desire to hunt and feed on all the Happy Meals with Legs out there. But he didn't: he made me his faithful dog, his beast, and I won't forget the freedom he's unlocked in me thanks to that."
"All right."
"Just…tell me one thing, Padfoot," said Remus, craning his neck, which clicked audibly, before he asked, "Where on earth did you find that demon? I thought they'd all been wiped out a long time ago?"
"Well, what can I say, Moony, old friend?" asked Sirius, winking at his lupine companion as he chuckled knowingly.
"For such a nightmare domain, Azkaban sure has one Merlin of an Aladdin's Cave of Secrets!"
Chapter 3 and Harry's made a monster out of a meek little brat, but what's he done with the horse's ass, and what is his plan concerning the guy who made Remus into what he is?
Also, with old friends and new on the horizon, how will the new Dark Lord handle the interruptions and the change in circumstances?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: The band's back together, but there are some new players in the group, not all of whom are singing to the old coot's song sheets anymore, either;
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